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@tootiredmotel follower celebration | day 1 ➝ blue

For @tootiredmotel​'s follower celebration, prompt: handwrite

Jack has discovered Buzzfeed quizzes.

It first began with him walking into the kitchen and announcing, “According to my favorite One Direction songs, I’m an avocado.”

He made many more discoveries since then before moving on to involving the rest of his family. Dean hates to admit he got a little too into the “Which Dr. Sexy character are you?” quizzes.

One morning, Jack finds a “Which Taylor Swift era are you in?” quiz, and insists that Cas has to take it. Which is how they all end up around the kitchen table, while Jack dutifully goes through the questions for each family member. The questions are pretty basic so far.

Cas is in the middle of a long sip of coffee when Jack asks what his favorite color is.

Visibly interested, Sam perks. “Do you have a favorite color, Cas?”

Dean scoffs. “‘Course he does. It’s yellow.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. What are Cas’s favorite things?” Dean sets his mug down on the table with a loud plonk to count on his fingers. “Bees, honey, flowers, the sun. All yellow.”

Cas frowned. “Technically the sun isn’t yellow. That’s just how it’s typically depicted with your limited creations and perception of color.”

“Come on, babe. Who’s side are you on?”

“Obviously yours.” Cas rolls his eyes, although far too fond to seem annoyed. “And yellow is not my favorite color.”

“What?” Dean squawks, indignant, “What else could it be?” He stops short and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Don’t tell me it’s a color that humans can’t perceive or something.”

Holding up his phone, Jack gives a solemn nod. “Buzzfeed won’t accept that as an answer.”

“No, it’s not that. Don’t worry.” Cas turns to look at Dean, his eyes crinkle with an indulgent smile. “It’s green.”

For a second, Dean frowns. Sure, Cas likes nature and leaves and crap, but what could beat bees? Cas’s gaze turns a little more pointed, blue eyes boring into green. And Dean falters.

Oh.

“Oh,” he says out loud, “You mean—you mean like…” He points up towards his face. His eyes.

Cas nods. “Of course.”

Dean’s cheeks grow hot, and he ducks his head, huffing out a short laugh. “I can’t believe you. You can see crazy angel colors, and I’m—my eyes are your favorite color.”

Cas’s eyes make their way over his face, taking him all in. If it weren’t for the softness of his gaze, Dean would think the angel is about to change his mind.

“You’re my favorite everything,” Cas says simply, in that devastating way he always says things.

Dean opens and closes his mouth. Because what can he say to that? What should he say to that? Definitely something nice, something eloquent, something that Cas deserves to hear. That can put to words the burning in Dean’s chest.

“Well…you know your eyes are my favorite color, too.”

Cas has the audacity to look surprised, blinking those wide blue eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah, ‘course. I’m really into that Jolly Rancher blue you got going.”

He snaps his mouth shut. What the hell just came out of his mouth? Jolly Rancher blue. Idiot.

But Cas’s eyes crinkle at the edges, something warm and fond. And he leans in and presses a kiss to Dean’s lips. “Thank you, Dean. I’m pleased to hear that.”

Well, maybe that was the right thing to say.

Sam clears his throat loudly, startling Dean out of whirlwind of thought. “Okay great, we like everybody’s eyes. Can one of you explain to me what these album eras actually mean?”

As Jack practically lays across the kitchen table to explain Taylor Swift’s entire discography, album by album, Dean leans over to rest his head on Cas’s shoulder.

“You’re my favorite everything, too.”

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