so I’m watching YouTube and the skippable ad starts playing and the ad is the entire 3D animated adaption of Horton Hears a Who??
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like I don’t wanna watch this…… but I am so fascinated by how it got here
i’m gonna see how far i can go into this
still going
a persons a person no matter how sma-
oh they’re singing now
and just like that its over
what a great way to spend my morning
“You know, Cas, they got a lot of shit right but they…they messed one thing up,” Dean said into the phone. He could almost hear Cas frown on the other end.
“What was it?” Cas asked, his voice still croaking with sleep.
Dean could hear the rustling of sheets and the familiar creaking of an old, motel mattress. He smiled. “Your tie, they fucked it up. Had it on the right way. And you know, now that I think about it, the girl’s wings were all…white and fluffy…like a chicken.”
Cas chuckled softly. “Are you saying I’m similar to a chicken somehow?”
“What? No, Cas. The costume, the kid’s wings they were…” his voice trailed off when he realized the futility of what he was doing. There was no way Cas would understand him over the phone. He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was three in the morning. He was so wired, he couldn’t sleep, and for the first time he was glad that he and Sam had decided to get separate motel rooms.
Cas yawned nosily on the other line and hummed.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, sleeping beauty. You should go back to bed,” Dean said.
“Did you just call me beautiful?” Cas asked in a teasing tone.
Dean’s cheeks flushed. “No, I was just—”
“Joking, Dean. I know. And it’s fine. I can’t…I’d rather fall back asleep with you on the line,” he said softly.
Dean smiled and chewed on his bottom lip. “Are you sure?” he asked, suddenly feeling foolish, like a high school kid.
“Yes,” Cas said with another yawn.
Dean groaned as he yawned as well. “Those things are contagious, man,” he said with a little snort.
Cas hummed again. “Tell me the rest,” he said sleepily.
“You’re not gonna fall asleep on me, are you?” Dean asked gruffly.
Cas laughed. “Maybe.”
Dean smiled and shook his head. “Okay,” he mumbled. He reached over to turn off the bedside table light and he closed his eyes. A part of him couldn’t believe it, that he, a grown man, was about to fall asleep on the phone with another grown man on the other end of the line.
“Are you all right, Dean?” Cas mumbled.
Dean felt a little smile curl on his lips and he nestled his head against his pillow, Cas’ voice in his ear.
“Yeah, Cas, I’m good.”
