Imagine your favourite character singing in the shower and then slipping and knocking over all the shampoo and conditioner really loudly
How the fuck is this show a thing in real life?????
"I don’t know what to do anymore," Chuck whined, folding his arms on his desk and dropping his head into them.
Gabriel opened a bottle of whiskey and poured some into a glass for him. “What’s up, pops?”
"I’ve tried everything I can think of!" He lifted his head, took the glass and downed it. "I’ve brought Cas back to life like 800 times, I keep putting him and Dean in each other’s paths. I mean, the thing with the cupid and the two guys at the bar? I thought for sure that would give them the hint. I really thought things were working for a bit there, but just…"
"Okay, okay, calm down. You know that the Winchesters are huge dumbos that need everything spelled out for them. Don’t worry. What do you want to do?" Gabe leaned against the desk and put on his best I’m listening face.
"Trying to show them that they’re in love and that I totally give my blessing and I’m about ready to just drop a sign between them that says "Kiss Already" but I don’t think that would work."
"Have you tried mistletoe?" Gabe smirked, but Chuck glared at him, "Alright, how about you put your best angel on the job?"
"Duh, me!" He thought that was obvious.
"I don’t know…"
"Hey, if I can’t convince those idiots to realize they’re stupidly in love with each other, who can?"
Chuck narrowed his eyes at Gabriel, not particularly trusting him, but giving him the go-ahead anyway. What harm could it really do?
And with that, Gabe was gone.
"Cas," Dean breathes out, a laugh ghosting off his lips.
Snow falls in heavy, damp clumps. Gathers cold in the collar of their jackets, melts on Cas’ drying out tongue. Some ways off Sam and Kevin are circling a tree, tall and large and absolutely perfect.
"I love snow," Cas decides, looking firmly at Dean. "It’s ice and water and you can," he bends to scoop up a handful, packing it into a tight ball. "Make it into shapes," he tosses the ball, grinning wide as it lands smack in Dean’s face. "Weapons."
"Yeah?" Dean grunts, swiping off the ice water from his face.
"Yes," Cas replies, his smile barely contained.
"Don’t start a battle you can’t win." Dean warns, stepping slowly forward, the gap between them lessening until their bellies are pressed firm together.
Cas blinks up at him, white flakes landing in his dark lashes, the snow brightening his eyes. His lips are red and chapped, the tip of his nose tinted pink. Dean leans close, lips hovering above Cas’.
"What are you do-" Cas trails off with a yelp, slapping behind him, trying to reach the burning cold on his lower back, feeling it slide wet under his waistband.
Dean lets out a hearty laugh, quickly morphing into a grunt of surprise as Cas yanks him to the ground. They roll around for a good few minutes, shoving snow down clothing, pulling playfully on hair, biting teasingly at lips.
They break away only when Sam shouts out, inquiring if they had any intention to help him and Kevin cut the damn tree down.
"Yeah," Dean bellows, pressing a quick, warm kiss to Castiel’s stomach. "Coming!"
if anyone ever tells you to man up, just knock them unconscious and as they lie motionless of the ground, lean over them and whisper