#A cat seein a laser

[ashistired37]

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I keep getting old posts about new aurora pages. Keep getting excited.

I SHALL THROW MYSELF TO THE OCEAN AT ONCE! RETURN ME TO MY MOTHERS WATERS. I NEED TO TOUCH SEA WEED!!!!!

[destielstuffandthings]

Reunited (And It Feels So Good)

Finally getting around to the prompts in my inbox. This one was requested by @bekindplsrewind. Cas and Dean reunite at their high school reunion.

“I can’t believe you’re making me go,” Dean grumbled while straightening his collar.

“Oh, please,” Sam scoffed, “the minute I saw the invitation I knew you’d want to go.”

Dean turned around once he deemed himself suitable. “That does’t give you the right to RSVP for me.” He took a long swig of his beer and sighed. “I dunno, maybe it’ll be alright. Get to see all the chicks I used to bang turned into hot moms,” he laughed.

“You’re disgusting,” Sam sighed. “Come on man, lets go. Stop--,” he slapped Dean’s hand away from his collar, “stop fidgeting with your damn shirt and lets go.”

- - - - - - - - 

“I can’t do this.” Dean’s head hit the steering wheel as he groaned.

“You’re SUCH, a baby,” Sam said as he swung the car door open. “Remember, free bar.”

“Freebarfreebarfreebarfreebar,” he chanted the whole walk up to his old school. There was a huge banner with glittery words that spelled out WELCOME BACK CLASS OF ‘97! “Ugh, god, here we go,” he groaned.

Sam walked ahead of him up to a table with name tags. He ripped off two and wrote his name on one, carefully placing it on his chest. He scribbled Deans name on the other and slapped it against his sternum.

“Thanks, bitch,” Dean grunted, picking at the sticker.

“Welcome, jerk. Ready?”

Dean shook his head and pushed his hand through a wall of streamers.

“This is hell. Literal hell,” Dean said while scanning the room.

The old gym was decorated in streamers and disco balls. Laser lights cast different geometric shapes against the walls and pulsed in time with the horrible music blasting from the DJ booth on stage.

Sam smiled. “This is kinda awesome,” he yelled over the music.

Dean, who was already getting a headache, spied the bar and mimed to Sam that he was getting a drink. He walked up to the makeshift bar and leaned against it, holding up one finger.

“Beer, whatever ya got,” he shouted. He turned his head over his shoulder and watched four women dance (poorly) in a circle. They were all staring at his brother and pointing.

The bartender turned around while popping the cap off a brown bottle. “Here ya g--- Dean?”

Dean’s eyebrows raised as he turned his had back towards the bar. “Holy shit. Cas?”

Castiel smiled wide, his eyes shining in the light of the disco ball hanging above the bar. For a moment, they just stared at each other.

Dean cleared his throat.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Cas tilted his head to the side, still smiling.

“Sam made me come,” he lied. “So, they uh--got you bar tending, huh?”

Castiel nodded and slid a beer to someone next to Dean with a smile. “Yeah, Meg thought it would be hilarious.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Shit,” Dean took a drink of his beer and smiled. “I forgot all about Meg Masters.”

“I wish I could. We’re roommates,” Castiel sighed.

Dean’s eyes widened. “Damn man, that’s gotta be rough,” he laughed. “I remember her havin’ a pretty big crush on you in 9th grade.”

“Yeah, poor thing. That’s before she knew I was gay. Once that cat was out of the bag we became best friends. Can’t seem to get rid of her,” Castiel said loudly, looking over his shoulder.

“Oh, Clarence. You know you love me,” a voice cooed. “Heya, Dean-o. How’s it hangin’?”

“Hey, Meg,” Dean grumbled, taking a long drink.

“We’re outta ice, Cas. Run to the cafeteria and get some?” Meg flipped her black hair over her shoulder and smiled. “Please?”

Castiel rolled his eyes. “Be right back.”

Dean nodded and watched Castiel walk through the wall of streamers before he finally brought his attention back to Meg.

“You know he had a thing for you, right?”

“What,” Dean choked on his beer. “N-no he didn’t,” he sputtered.

Meg laughed and leaned against the bar. “Please. He was like a lovesick puppy through most of high school. He basically came out and confessed his love for you in one breath.”

Dean stared at her for a full minute before he spoke. “He seein’ anyone,” he asked as nonchalantly as possible while picking at the label on his bottle.

“Smooth,” Meg leveled Dean a look. “I swear to god, if you just plan on lovin’ and leavin’ him, I’ll find you. And I’ll kick your perfectly shaped ass, Dean. Cas is my best friend and I can’t  have him talking about you for another ten fucking years.”

Dean gaped at her. “I won’t. I swear. I--I won’t even touch him. I mean, I’m not even---ga--I’m not. I’m--”

Meg put her hand up. “Just---just stop. It’s getting pathetic. I’ve known about you since the 10th grade. Remember Rhonda Hurleys pool party?”

Dean gulped. “Vaguely. Why?”

Meg stood up straight, eyeing Castiel walking into the room with a tub of ice. “Let’s just say she told me about your---how shall I put it--- extracurricular activities.”

Deans eyes danced over her face. “Uh, yeah, so? We fucked a few times.”

Meg raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? And how many of those times involved panties and a butt plug? Oh, Clarence you’re a lifesaver.”

Castiel’s eyes darted between Meg and Dean.

“Did I miss something?”

“Nope,” they answered at the same time.

“I’m outta here, boys. Dean, nice seeing you,” Meg scowled before turning and leaving with a bottle of vodka.

“Man, she’s still scary as hell,” Dean sighed.

“Yep. Try living with her,” Castiel sighed. “So, you in town for a while or just the night,” he asked while dumping the ice in a tub.

Dean bit back a smile as he took the last drink of his beer. “Just for tonight, actually. You still livin’ around here?”

“Mhmm,” Castiel grinned. “’Bout three minutes away, actually.”

“Really,” Dean said in a low voice.

Castiel raised an eyebrow as he leaned down, grabbing something from behind the bar. He placed a sign on the counter top that said “Back In Twenty”.

“Better make that forty-five,” Dean growled, grabbing Castiels hand and dragging him out of the gym.