But now we’re starting to talk about our feelings and shit…s’weird.” “I mean, you guys have been with me the longest at this, and I have the best banter with you. But I would put you up there with my closest friends. “Why didn’t we hang out like this before now?” Dean asked suddenly.ĭean set his ice cream down, “I’ve never hated you. Plus, according to Dean, his roommates were starting to realize why drinking and roller hockey didn’t mix. ![]() They had absconded to one of the verandas in the center of the athlete’s village-Dean had come to Cas’s door before Cas could even think about visiting him, saying something about how “they could deal with this problem now instead of later.” “You should be cocky, making it to semis in both your events and all that.” Dean had chocolate. “Someone’s cocky,” Cas said, sticking his spoon in his vanilla ice cream. How they got to this round, I have no idea.” “It was almost too easy,” Dean said, “Tomorrow morning we’ve got Barbados. “I’m always nice,” he replied, “You just haven’t been paying attention.” ![]() “I still can’t believe you’re being nice to me.” Cas did his little head-tilt, and Dean thought he might perish right then and there. “I’m moving onto semis in long program, short prelims aren’t til this afternoon.”ĭean grinned, even though he knew his mouth was full of food and it would gross Cas out, “You got this.” “Did hell freeze over?” Cas asked, sliding into the place across from him, “Are you eating something besides pizza?”ĭean stuck up his middle finger before swallowing, “I’m just trying to eat enough to stay alive and slam Peru into the ground.” Dean practically inhaled his lunch between the two matches, going so far as to voluntarily eat vegetables. Lucky for them, beating El Salvador was a breeze, but that put them up against Peru next, and the Peruvians were jack-hands at roller hockey. God, he was turning into Sammy, wasn’t he? It was nothing that a morning run and Zeppelin’s Physical Graffiti couldn’t shake. He needed to get his head in the game, so they could win the game. The way he had paled at first, then blushed, the ruddiness of his cheeks combining with his dark hair and vibrant blue eyes to…. He kept replaying Cas’s face during their conversation over the chocolate cake last night in his head. ![]() Super-hot, incredibly annoying, secretly funny-and-maybe-not-so-bad Castiel Milton, the feature of many squashed-down fantasies over the past six years, was queer. One: they needed to beat El Salvador in the first prelim match today, so that they could move onto the next round. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 12,767 Chapters: 11/11 Comments: 23 Kudos: 76 Bookmarks: 18 Hits: 960Īs Dean showered to wake himself up, there was one thought pulsing through his mind. gratuitous use of the mixtape as a plot device.
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