
Clerk: And can you please spell that name?
Dean: Winchester?
Clerk: No, no, you’re uh…um..ah…friends name? Castiel?
Dean: Oh, okay
Dean: B
Dean: A
Dean: B
Dean: Y
Day 1: Dean left the room immediately when I tried to bring up how he kissed me last night. Went out and bought him pie. He slapped my shoulder and called me “buddy”. I think this is progress.
Day 2: I tried calling him “buddy” and he got very confused and left the room, then came back fifteen minutes later and kissed me without a word. I haven’t seen him for the rest of the day.
Day 3: I tried calling him “buddy” again and he told me “please just stop” and didn’t kiss me. I think this is a bad approach and I will not try it again.
Day 3 Update: He just swung by and asked if I wanted to watch a movie despite the fact it is 2am. I think this is an invitation to his room.
Day 4: It was. I must find a way to repeat this encounter.
Day 5: After several unsuccessful attempts convinced Dean to sit and watch TV by promising the cowboy movie marathon was on. We made out for three hours instead of watching the movies. I have written down the TV schedule pertaining to cowboys on the next page for future reference.
etc etc
No one likes first person fic though. How do you Jane Goodall this from 3rd person?
Like David Attenborough!
*whispers* and here you see Dean Winchester in his natural habitat of a dirty warehouse full of monsters. … But what’s this? Castiel comes from around the corner. They meet eyes, and nod. No monsters here. … Dean takes Castiel’s hand and squeezes it tightly, a familiar ritual before they move into danger… Castiel pulls out his angel blade, the moment is over, and they resume the search for their prey…
Thanks, and now I will never unsee (or unhear) the entire story of Dean and Cas as the extended version of David Attenborough’s Trials of Life: Courting episode.