a villain that became a villain not because they seek vengeance or crave power but because villains always have better one-liners, outfits, and musical numbers
- scene of cas mending the tear in his coat by hand in 9x18 - CUT
- take of cas crying (with tears visibly falling down) in 9x23 - CUT
- scene of cas staring at a woman’s breasts in 9x03 - KEPT IN
Dean sits, stone still, and watches the bottle spin and spin and spin, its label a blur of red and white. “Who’s it gonna be?” Charlie sings, grinning, and he wonders the same himself.
He hopes it isn’t her. Not that he doesn’t like her, but it would be a pretty boring seven minutes. They’d probably both just sit on the floor and trade bad jokes until it was up. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but it would sort of defeat the purpose of the game.
Maybe Jo, he thinks as the bottle slows a bit on its next pass. She smiles at him across the rim of her beer bottle when she catches him looking. She’s funny and smart and gorgeous, and she can damn near drink him under the table and probably beat him in a fight. As long as he can keep from angering her mother…
Just not Becky. Anyone but Becky.
The bottle slows and slows…and finally stops. His gaze trails up the neck to the face across from him, and there’s a chorus of “Ooh’s” when he sees who it is.
Cas blushes when he realizes what’s happened. “Should we re-spin?” he asks quietly, looking down at the carpet again. Dean can’t help but feel a little bit offended.
"No!" Charlie insists. "We agreed we were playing with rules friendly to all gender identities and sexual orientations!"
"Alright, alright, Miss Politcally Correct," Jo laughs. "C’mon, guys. Rules are rules. Who’s got the stop-watch?"
"Right here, darlin’," says Benny, pulling out his phone. "Heaven’s waiting, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah," Dean sighs with a little smile as he hauls himself up off the carpet. "Come on, Cas."
Slowly, Cas blinks and stands. “Yes,” he says. “Of course.”
They make their way to the closet, and Cas looks a little like a guy walking to the gallows. Dean smiles, tries to lighten the mood. “Don’t worry. M’not gonna bite.” He keeps the obligatory “much” to himself. It’s an overdone joke and he doesn’t think Cas would appreciate it, from the look on his face.
"Have fun you two!" Charlie says with a smirk as they open the door and step inside. "Seven minutes. Make it count!"
to meekly go where other people have already been
into darkness (but with a night light)
I - did this just happen? Did you just send me an unsolicited anon message telling me I was hella rad?
ASDFGHJKL;’LKJHG THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME OKAY NO SERIOUSLY THIS IS SO NICE I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU SENT THIS BUT IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU OHMIGOD THIS MADE MY DAY.