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Etang de Castelferrus, Tarn et Garonne, 17 janvier 2024Fuligules (3/3)
Fuligules milouin et morillon

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Can you get it inside your head Iâm tired of dancing? Â
post 8.07 pre 8.08] crack/angst past turned unrequited deancas, implied deanbenny 2,4k [x]
The sun, also currently known as bitch, has got some serious nerve to sit where it always does, not upside down and nine miles to the left as it frankly should on this memorable fuckhat day. Where is the End of Days when it's really called for? When it should be really nigh?
Dean flips the front mirror panel down not to have to deal with at least that one disappointment. He can still see Cas's half-constipated, half-abandoned and kicked in its fluffy ass puppy face in the mercilessly annoying reflection. The obvious choice would be to not grace it with anything right now, but A â he's the one driving so his eyes can't wander off pretty far, especially in the barely sunlit grayness â and B â on his left, Sam is currently roleplaying a twelve year old girl that has her big emotional introspection accompanied by listening to Sarah McLahlan because her mean parents wouldn't let her buy ebola from the internet. Or something.
Point is, he's three hours into ostentatiously moping, trying to quietly terrorize Dean into making peace with Cas on the fly so it won't be awkward and problematique for him anymore. To Sam, Dean is just too inconvenient anytime he's inconvenient. And that, by order of nature herself, demands immediate and final stopping and ballot recounting also.
And Dean's point is, that it's not gonna happen anytime soon.
And Cas's point â assuming heâs still remotely capable of making those â Â seems to be dead-set on that 50:50 face thing. And Dean regrets briefly glancing; with more or less the same intensity he regrets his whole life on the crap weather days his bones hurt harder than it should be legal.
Sam, in his hemhorroidal disturbance, reaches out to the tape deck and attempts to put anything on, but Dean feels like exactly zero of his tapes right now, so he swats Sam's hand off with a loud smack. Judging from the faces he gets for that, it's gotta be resonating in their heads a lot.
It's gonna be a long ride to Lousiana, way longer and more exhausting than the freshly puked from Purgatory one. In fact, the closer they get to Lafayette, the more tired he is and they won't start working the vetalas case until tomorrow night because apparently hanging around clubs on fridays is the new hanging downside of trees or whatever cool thing it was vetalas were doing before the rise of the all you can eat buffet of horny dicks certain they're gonna get reverse cowgirls for a two dollar drink. Or reverse cowboys. Fucking cheapskates. Some of them do have it coming. But in severe STDs, not in this.
In itself, waiting for the actual hunt really doesn't need to be a problem. It's just that Sam and Cas are fucked-bent on having it be one becauseâ
âI said I'm going to stay with you and join you on hunts,â Cas finally snaps. âThere's no need for this 'backup' as you call it, Dean.â
âBecause that.
âDon't air quote it, man,â Dean mutters wearily, because of course Cas air quoted it.
âAnd there is absolutely no need for you to sleep in a vampire's camping truck when we have plenty of motels to pick from,â Cas rants on, zero deterred and plus ten determined, clearly not tuning into Dean's I don't wanna discuss that vibe.
Annnd because that too, yeah.
âWell I donno, I sure didn't want us to look like some sort of a hookup site for salvation army fashionistas threesome. You'll thank me later. Or you can do it now and shut up when you're done, how's that.â
âA vampire,â Sam interrupts his polished bitchface just to whine it out, which has to be peak brotherly care by his modern standards.
âYou two asshats had no problem leaving me in vamp-vegas for a goddamn year,â Dean growls. âI am an adult adult and I need some me-time that isn't you time. And I'm gonna have awesome time while I'm at it. Sue me if that's a crime. Bother my lawyer.â
âYou donât have a lawyerâ, says Sam.
âArenât you kind of a lawyer?â Dean remembers suddenly. âOr at least close enough for you two to bother each other and not me?â
âNo, didnât get to get there yet, thanks to you,â Sam mutters, also suddenly remembering the past life of his that was never meant to be.
âOh, Iâm sorryâ, Dean whines. âDid I set your girlfriend on fire?â
âFuck off.â
âI thought you missed me,â as if triggered by the word fuck, Cas drops the bomb with an evenness in his voice which hints at many things but Dean's brain is too stop-record screech to dissect them right now.
âWhat?â he blurts out, confused and affronted both.
âI thought you missed me,â Cas repeats, lower and harder like Dean's a stupid cat that won't spit out what it's chewing.
âCas, I really don't wanna do this.â
âYou kept praying to me to come back, Dean. After you were out of Purgatory. I heard you. Those were quite some prayers. Now you're putting yourself in real danger just to stay away from me. I donât understand.â
Sam just stares at Dean, the always most helpful thing on the planet that he is. Thanks, Sam. Dean stares at the road. Cas stares daggers through the back of Dean's head. Poor Baby can't just leave this situation so she just keeps on rollinâ. Nobody wins that day.
âThat was before you told me you were lying your ass off just to kick me out last minute. Your subscription for my prayers and personal Jesus license have now expired, by the way. Like, the fuck does talking to you even do?â
âFine!â Castiel snaps, so close to throwing his hands in the air for a grand effect but luckily thinking better of it since he's in a car that has a roof among other things. âI understand that you're angryââ he tries to start over, calmer, after a self-collecting breath.
âNo, you don't,â Dean mutters.
âBut you can't risk your life in the stupidest available way just to get back at me, Dean. Not after everything I've done to make sure you come back safe.â
Well at least he didn't include Sam in that âsavingâ part.
âYou were there, man. You know Benny never double crossed me or you. What the exact fuck is your problem with him?â
A very angry squint-frown precedes the actual answer.
âYou were his ticket to Earth. Now your life doesn't hold the same value.â
âThanks, Cas. That's really sweeââ
âYou know that's not what I meant, Dean,â Cas growls in a tone that's clearly a final warning.
So final even Sam and his high horse must have heard since he steps in to defuse Cas.
âCas, I'm not a fan of saying it, but Benny isn't a threat to Dean. I think the guy is kinda trying to settle,â he offers.
Dean smiles a little bit.
âSee, Cas?â
âBut I'm worried he might have more vamps trying to take him down because he pissed off every fang that ever knew him and then some. This is actual danger, Dean.â
âWhat?!â Castiel explodes in unbridled rage.
âSam, have you ever wondered where do snitches go after they die?â
âDean, you know I'm serious.â
âDitches,â Dean concludes.
âWhen exactly were you going to tell me this?â Castiel asks coldly. âAfter you get killed by vampire avengers?â
âThey're all taken care of, Cas. No mean jokes this time. Relax.â
âWith your Winchester luck? I doubt it.â
âOh, come on. It's not like you wouldn't bring me back even if something did happen.â
âYes, even twice because first I would have personally destroyed you for being so reckless.â
âI know you would.â
âGuys,â Sam tries to placate, âwe should all calm down and rethink how to handle it safely. It's not a good time for some jilted lovers tiffâ, he begs.
Dean frowns then makes mocking faces at him to communicate that he's being a fucking douche.
âYou're a fucking jilted lovers tiff,â he decides.
âWe had sex, Dean,â Castiel states accusatorily.
Little does he know, he just broke Sam beyond repair. Now that the cat is out of the bag, the only thing Dean can do is to straighten some things out.
âOnce,â he says, raising a finger to accentuate his point. âCas was sure we were gonna die in the morning. We didn't, but there never was a follow up on that, so,â Dean shrugs.
âYou weren't interested.â
âSays you,â Dean huffs. âIâm sorry, do you know me? Being interested in sex is in my top five pasttimes. You behaved like a brick on the other hand and I donât know how to read concrete.â
âI donât want to be here, good fucking God,â Sam finally yelps after a successful reboot of his brain.
Deanâs pretty sure nobody wants to be in this car right now and the only goddamn thing that could potentially make him âspecialâ right now is the fact currently Samâs probably the only person in the Impala who has not lain his mouth on Casâs dick. Hopefully.
Funnily enough, Cas could easily poof out without lethal injuries, but heâs dead set on staying, judging from the frown on his face that looks like a stock market crash diagram.
âI didnât exactly see you giving me any signs.â
And set on having this conversation.
âIâm not a cat, I donât go into heats, Cas. Can we talk about it somewhere more private? Later? Cuz everybody here wants to fucking die right now.â
âPrivate?â Cas asks. âIf you want privacy to talk then why do you refuse to book a room with me?â
âWe donât need to share a room to have a conversation. Unless what you want it to end with is getting back on track with that last night on Earth thing we had that one time.â
âJesus Christ,â Sam cries.
âGrow up and stow your crap, Sam,â Cas says unexpectedly before Dean could even bother to serve anything in a similar note.
Dean is so thrown off his equilibrium by that he puts the car to an abrupt halt. Only because heâs too deeply wired to not crash the Impala into the first available so he wonât accidentally kill Sam.
That is, if Casâs words havenât obliterated him already. He glances at him, just in case. Speechless as holily commanded by the celestial â potentially horny â wrath from the back seat, but at least heâs still breathing.
âUm,â he says, because someoneâs gotta, because heâs still the big brother in this demented equation. âCas, what the fuck was that?â
âShould you, of all people, really need me to be this blunt â now that the worst affairs have been settled, we could pick up where we left off, and hopefully reach a mutual understanding regarding the nature of our relationship so that doubt no longer hinders you. If itâs still something that interests you, of course. Would that be clear and direct enough, Dean?â
Well, that was⊠long? Long enough citations are probably needed, but, uh, yeah. Sâ gotta be addressed immediately or else.
âCas, that was 2010 and we have 2012 now.â
âIt was 2012 when you prayed to me in Purgatory and it was 2012 four days ago. Granted, your feelings towards me might be very complicated, but I still can sense and read your longing,â Cas says with a weary sigh.
âStop smelling my longing,â Dean responds with a wearier one. âAnd I donât have to explain myself to you.â
âBut I should explain myself to you.â
âIâm real fed up with your explanations, you know that? And we donât got time for that, either. We need to get to Lafayette because we got a case waiting to get solved.â
âItâs because heâs waiting there for you, isnât it,â Cas says sadly; not a question. A statement.
Dean doesnât need to respond. Doesnât feel like it, too.
Yeah. Itâs good to actually have someone waiting for you; someone there.
Maybe itâs not that complicated, after all. Maybe it doesnât have to be.
Dean starts the car. Heâs got a place to go to.
The sound apparently wakes Sam from his stupor. His bright idea of the day, he turns the radio on before the awkward silence can make the universe inside of the Impala collapse on itself and on all three of them. Too late for Dean to react now; might as well get a load of the weather report.
In the back seat, Cas flicks his wrist subtly and the monotone voice sharply cuts off into static for a moment and the frequency bar moves elsewhere on itsâ â or rather, Casâs â own. Â Some solitary synthesiser-made sounds drop one after another like tiny steps and Dean realizes he definitely has heard this song before at some point in his life as eighties one hit wonders ainât no strangers to him. Oh well. Might as well not get any of the weaâ
Looking from a window above, itâs like a story of love⊠Can you hear me?
Is he fucking kidding?!
Came back only yesterday, Iâm moving farther away.... Want you near meâŠ
âAre you fucking kidding?â Dean cries out, incredulous.
Tries to turn the radio off but it just wonât die.
All I needed was the love you gaveâ âYou want melodramatic? Iâll give you melodramatic.â âAll I needed for another day â Dean reaches out for his phone and starts typing angrily â and all I ever knew, only you.
He puts on good olâ Fish and hopes itâs gonna be louder than Casâs synth-pop loving. And starts driving towards where he wants to be cause heâs tired of dancing.
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Tarn, 6 janvier 2024
Les deux fuligules les plus communs cĂŽte Ă cĂŽte
Le noir et blanc avec une houpette est le fuligule morillon
Le gris et marron est le fuligule milouin
Weingut Werlitsch
Weingut Werlitsch Morillon Vom Opok Styria, Steiermark, Austria 2020/2021 Morillon (Chardonnay)
Austrian wine is for those who like delicately perfumed aromatics and mouth-watering acidity. Austria grows wines with great elegance and acidity, because the country is on the same parallel as northern France and Canada. The majority of Austriaâs production is dedicated to GrĂŒner Veltliner, Zweigelt and BlaufrĂ€nkisch. As such, Austria is known for its minerally whites and spicy reds.
The Werlitsch winery sits at the bottom of steep vineyards that surround the winery like an amphitheater. These steep ridges produce strong winds that create the ideal climate for Morillon grapes. This Morillon is grown in âopokâ, a limestone rich clay soil that is the bedrock of Styrian hills. The salinity adds freshness and finesse.
The wine is 100% Morillon, the Styrian term for Chardonnay. The wine has mouthwatering acidity and is fresh, with flavours of green apple, quince, honeysuckle and mint. Very acidic compared to a French Chardonnay.
Biodynamically farmed, it spends up to 2 years on its lees in oak. Despite the creaminess on the nose, it is light and fine on the palate with enveloping and energetic texture.
Quite funky on the nose, bright acidity, aperitif kind of wine.
A natural oaked Chardonnay with a long saline finish.
Tasting notes: burnt butter, salty minerals, smokiness, quince, ripe apples, thyme, grapefruit
Pairing: white meats, soft cheeses, white fish

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