theawesomeandcrazydemigoddess requested: Sweetie, can you write me something based on the prompt written in the third cchapterof your fanfiction (yup, you read right) “SPN Imagine” I really love the idea :D
Castiel and Dean had been in each other’s lives since they started Kindergarten and had to share a table. Every year after, they were sat next to each other, paired in groups, stuck together since the day they met.
It didn’t take long for them to become attached at the hip.
John wasn’t all that surprised when he caught Dean’s kissing him when they were twelve years old in the treehouse they’d built in the Winchester’s backyard. Dean had looked so scared when he saw John watching them, but his father only gave them a smile and told them lunch was ready.
SInce that day, they’d been even more inseparable. Now, at seventeen, if Dean didn’t come home, he was at Cas’s and vice versa. It wasn’t uncommon to find them standing close, Dean’s fingers looped through Cas’s belt loops or them laying together in Dean’s bed.
John will never forget the look on Mary’s face when she found a condom wrapper tangled in Dean’s sheets.
“Hi, boys,” Mary said one day as she and John arrived home from the store. She kissed the tops of their heads and gave them each a small bag of candy. “Any Halloween plans?”
“There’s a party tonight. We’re going with Jo,” Castiel replied. “Speaking of, I have to go get ready.”
He kissed Dean goodbye, lingering for a moment, then walked out the door. Dean helped put the groceries away and took the dog on a walk before going to take a shower.
“Did you help him pick a costume?” Mary asked John as she started dinner. He shook his head and she hmmed.
“He always asks for help.”
“Maybe Cas picked their costumes this year,” John shrugged, opening the news paper.
Dean came downstairs a few minutes later, in his brown leather jacket, a t-shirt, and jeans. John looked at him scepticly.
“And who are you supposed to be? Yourself?” Dean laughed a little
“I’m The Doctor, a la Christopher Eccleston,” Dean responded. “It was Cas’s idea. Number 9 is his favorite.”
“Is Cas going as Rose, then?” Mary asked, smiling. John looked at her, hoping for an explanation. Dean sopke first
“Jo is. Cas is going Captain Jack.”
John tried to picture that but he just couldn’t bring to mind the image of Castiel in a pirate get up. The eyeliner maybe, but not the whole look. The thought made him chuckle. The front door opened and Castiel and Jo’s voices could be heard moving through the living room.
John laughed when Dean checked his reflection in the toaster and straightened his clothes.
Jo came in first and her look didn’t help John peice together their costumes. She was also in jeans and t-shirt, the only odd thing was that the shirt was pink.
“Nice pink,” Dean said, pulling her hair. Jo slapped his hand away.
“Shut it or I’ll tell Cas you’re being mean again.”
“I’ll believe it,” Castiel said from the doorway. John looked up, ready to finally know what the hell was going on.
He had on a white t-shirt, covered by a leather vest and leather pants that were surprisingly tasteful.
“Damn,” Dean said, with a low whistle. “Lookin’ good Harkness.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” They kissed breifly. Dean chased his lips when Cas pulled back.
“You two can make out later when I’m not around,” Jo said, putting herself between them. Dean rolled his eyes.
“You three sit down,” Mary said. “Eat before you go.”
Since there would be no arguing with her, they ate quickly before saying goodbye.
“I’m spening the night at Cas’s,” Dean informed them before allowing his boyfriend to drag him out the door.
“What was that?” John asked. Mary smiled.
“That’s still a thing? Since when?”
“Oh, they watch it on Netflix,” She said, taking his plate. “I could tell you all about it.”
She put the dishes in the sink and ran her hand across his shoulders.
“Or we could enjoy a night without kids in the house.”
John was rushing her, laughing, upstairs before she could say another word.
