#freckles fic

There's a sound that Dean’s silk tie makes when Cas undoes it and slides it from underneath Dean’s collar. - silk

“Ed?” A hand with long red fingernails waves in front of his face. “Ed, you all right?” The voice belonging to the hand is female, laced with irritation. He squints, blinks his eyes in the suddenly bright light and tries to figure out who’s talking to him. - Dimension Four

The water drips from the faucet with a light plink! Other than their breathing, and the slow drag of a razor across Cas’s cheek, the dripping is the only other sound in the bathroom. - B is for Beard

Dean doesn’t just like dinosaurs, he LOVES them. - D is for Dinosaurs

It isn’t quite right. - A is for Apple Pie

The couch is old and lumpy. - C is for Couch

It's not anything specific that triggers it, at least, Dean doesn't think so. - E is for Emma

“I’m not a child, Dean. I don’t need to be protected!” Cas spits the words out like venom. - Push

If there’s one lesson that Team Free Will never seems to have learned over the years, it’s that keeping secrets from each other is a thoroughly Bad Thing. - You’re My Idiot

Sam takes one of the cars from the bunker garage and drives to see Jody. - Summer Wind (Sam/Jody)

And a bonus, one I’m working on now that isn’t finished yet:

The rain poured out of the sky, trailing rivers down steep streets and creating small lakes at corners.

Dean and Cas stare down at the aftermath of the incident. Scraps of toilet paper and tissues litter the floor of the room, piled almost ankle high in some parts. Sitting amidst the chaos is the perpetrator of the crime, his head tilted to one side, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He looks very pleased with himself.

Dean points at Cas. “He’s your dog, you clean it up.”

Cas nods, a small smile quirking the corners of his mouth. The puppy bounds up to Cas and Dean and hops up on his hind legs, putting his front paws on Cas’s knees. Cas bends down and tries to say in a stern voice, “Bad puppy. No,” but he’s laughing, which only encourages the dog. He licks Cas’s face and then looks over at Dean, hopeful.

“Oh, for crying...” Dean says, but he kneels and gives the dog an embrace. “But if it happens again...”

Cas scrubs his face and shoves aside the pile of essays he’d been laboring over for the last hour. Across the desk from him sits Dean buried behind his own pile of essays. 

“What do you say to a break and some Five Guys?” Dean asks when he takes in Cas’s haggard expression. Cas lights up at the suggestion, and creates two orderly stacks of essays before Dean can put the cap back on his grading pen.

“You’re kidding, you’ve never seen Star Trek?” Dean asks, and, from his dreary living room a thousand miles away, Castiel shakes his head.

“I’ve never had the chance to,” Castiel replies, looking around the sunny patio where Dean sits, legs propped up on a beer cooler. At first the duality of existing in two places at once had given Cas headaches, but since he’d taken to visiting with Dean on a regular basis, they had subsided. Now Dean grins at him and winks.

“Really?” Jo asked from the bathroom, where she was brushing her teeth. Charlie was propped up on their bed, her nose buried in her laptop, as usual. And, again, as usual, she was trolling the weird sites (that’s what Jo called them, despite the fact that Charlie kept insisting that they were all legitimate sources of information).

“Little green men?” Jo rinsed her mouth and spat the water into the sink. “I can’t believe this is a thing we’re looking into.

Charlie snorted. “How long have we been doing this now, and you’re still skeptical?” 

Jo turned out the light in the bathroom and kissed the top of Charlie’s head before getting into her side of the bed. “Yes, but you would miss it if I started believing everything you found on the internet.”