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"Um."

Dean stares, for a moment, at the egg yolk sliding down the shell of Castiel's left ear, and swallows the heavy lump in his throat. There is something so satisfying about making the angel break out of his reserved shell, no matter the circumstances - it's a challenge, for one, because Cas rarely shows more emotion than a tea kettle. He snuffles the flour from his nose, breaking into another encouraging smile as the angel's warm hand rubs eggy goo in his hair.

The absurdity of all this makes him miss Sam.

Leaning on the counter with one elbow, Dean reaches up - Why is he reaching up? What the Hell is he doing? - And flicks Castiel's nose with another suppressed chuckle, licking the flour from his finger afterwards and making a face.

"...ew. Gross, dude. Needs more seasoning."

Edited Date: 2011-02-10 06:47 am (UTC)

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Castiel's eyes cross to follow the progress of Dean's finger, his eyebrows furrowing. Dean's proximity is making a funny tickly feeling bloom in Cas' stomach, and he tamps it down firmly, reminding himself he's still angry with Dean.

...angry because he cares, though.

He swallows when Dean licks his finger, but frowns at his reaction. "Of course it does not taste good. The ingredients are still raw." Unless Dean means him, which would be... strange. Why would he want Cas to taste good?

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"Could always change the recipe to angel food cake," Dean offers blithely, a rather smarmy smile stretching across his face.

This is dangerously close to flirting. What the fuck is he doing? He has no idea what he's doing. Maybe he's just so damned desperate for attention that he'll resort to trading coy glances with another guy.

...this mess sounds suspiciously familiar. He still feels bad about Kurt, even if it hadn't been intentional on his end to lead the kid on. Dean is just...oversexed.

Here, he's undersexed. Sex-starved. There's only so much you can do with your hand before risking carpal tunnel syndrome, and with Castiel in the room so often, it's a little awkward to take care of business when the guy could just pop into the bathroom while you're taking a dump, or releasing a little tension.

Personal space, man.

So Dean clears his throat, eyes darting back to the counter as his smile becomes a little more subdued. "Hold still," He mumbles, taking a pinch of sugar and leaning in closer, tongue sticking out one side of his mouth as he meticulously sprinkles the granules on Castiel's head.

Edited Date: 2011-02-12 05:15 am (UTC)

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Little did Dean and Castiel realize they had two spies in the form of high school cheerleaders. It was really by luck that they happened to catch the guys at all, and it was with wordless agreement that they'd be quiet and see what happened.

What happened was almost sickeningly cute flirting. Santana knew it. She knew all along that Dean was super gay; if actual sex had been happening in front of them right now, it would have been less gay than this.

She nudged Brittany and rolled her eyes, whispering, "How have they not made out yet?"

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Brittany hasn't really had much interaction with either of two, Dean she had briefly met. But this...It was really gay.

Not like she has a problem with that. Cause two guys? That's hot. She'd know, she's hot too.

"Maybe he's shy?" Brittany whispers back, her gaze focused on the two men in front of them. "That'd be hot if they did though."

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Santana nodded. "Yeah, the angel's totally shy and virginal. They so need to grow a pair and just do it."

Because yeah, it'd be hot.

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"He's kind of cute though," Brittany blindly reaches for Santana's hand, threading their finger together when she find it. "You know, in a gay boy sort of way. He'd totally be bottom."

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Santana gave Brittany a fond look before turning her attention back to the guys.

"Totally. It'd be hot to see, but also kind of hilarious. He's super clueless."

The way they were whispering was quiet, yes, but was it really quiet enough for them not to be noticed? Did they really care either way?

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"Like, he wouldn't know where you put it?" Brittany frowns. "That happened to me once, it hurt. But that Dean guy, he looks like he'd know what to do."

Care? Why would they? Well, unless the interrupted the hot gay action going on across the room. But hey, maybe they'd let them watch? Weirder things have happened.

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"Ouch." Santana leaned against Brittany, giving her long belated comfort for whatever loser she had slept with.

After a pause, Santana said, "Dean's totally closeted, but yeah, I bet he knows all about it. I made out with him once, did I tell you? Oh, shhh, are they about to--ugh, no. God, they need to hurry up."

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If Castiel doesn't notice the shuffling noises and hushed voices nearby, it's because he's being distracted by the feeling of sugar granules trickling through his hair (where they don't get stuck in the egg, anyway), and falling in a tiny, itching stream down his forehead. He wrinkles his nose when they reach it, and suddenly the itch is too much -- he takes a sudden gasping breath, and sneezes, catching himself against Dean.

Well. That was disorienting. He shakes his head, clearing it of the strange dizziness, and slowly blinks up at Dean.

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Chuckling quietly, his smile crooked, Dean watches with remarkably rapt interest as Castiel's nose crinkles and he sneezes the sugar onto Dean's shirt. He never really liked this shirt anyway, and there are better ones in the closet. Catching Cas by the elbows, laughter faltering somewhat, Dean clears his throat a little and reaches out with one hand to dust the rest of the sugar off of the angel's forehead.

"Um," He manages hoarsely, staring down at Cas. "...was hopin' it'd make you sweeter..."

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This time it's Cas' forehead that wrinkles in confusion. This is the second time Dean has said something about Castiel having a flavor.

"Why do I need to be sweeter?" he asks, trying not to be distracted by Dean's fingers on his face.

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"I dunno," Dean mumbles, distracted by Castiel's hair for a brief moment. "'Cause you're sorta uptight sometimes, an-"

He snaps his mouth shut, freezing. Dean can hear someone. Someone creeping around and spying on them. Fuck. Fuck. Helping Castiel straighten up, he automatically frowns and turns to one of the darkened doorways that leads into the kitchen.

"Who the Hell is out there?"

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Ugh, not fair at all. They didn't even get to first base yet! Santana rolled her eyes, already casting this off as a waste of time. She nudged Brittany and shrugged, then tugged her hand.

Poking her head through the doorway, Santana said cheerfully, "Having a party, boys?"

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