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rosemoonweaverFandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchesters/Jimmy Novak
Warnings: None Apply
Logically, Dean knows that smoke alarms are a good thing. They make his job as a firefighter a lot easier than it could be and of course if it weren’t for one smoke alarm in particular he never would have met either one of his beautiful, clueless boyfriends. Currently, though, he was tempted to rip the damn thing out of the wall and stomp on it.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Cas says through a cough, running water into the pan of… god only knows that he’d been attempting to cook.
Jimmy, already on the step-ladder and turning off the alarm, chuckles. “It’s alright, Cassie. Cooking isn’t your cup of tea. You can’t win ‘em all.”
Cas pouts, wiping his hands on the apron he stole from Dean to cover his clothes. He crosses his arms over this chest. “It shouldn’t be that hard.”
“Yeah, well, you come by it honestly. Mom could burn water, remember,” Jimmy says.
Cas huffs. “Yes, I remember.”
“Besides,” Dean says, “I’m sure Mrs. Tran appreciates it. We buy enough egg rolls to send Kevin to Harvard as it is.”
Dean narrowly dodges the sponge lobbed at his head.
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchesters/Jimmy Novak
Warnings: None Apply
Logically, Dean knows that smoke alarms are a good thing. They make his job as a firefighter a lot easier than it could be and of course if it weren’t for one smoke alarm in particular he never would have met either one of his beautiful, clueless boyfriends. Currently, though, he was tempted to rip the damn thing out of the wall and stomp on it.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Cas says through a cough, running water into the pan of… god only knows that he’d been attempting to cook.
Jimmy, already on the step-ladder and turning off the alarm, chuckles. “It’s alright, Cassie. Cooking isn’t your cup of tea. You can’t win ‘em all.”
Cas pouts, wiping his hands on the apron he stole from Dean to cover his clothes. He crosses his arms over this chest. “It shouldn’t be that hard.”
“Yeah, well, you come by it honestly. Mom could burn water, remember,” Jimmy says.
Cas huffs. “Yes, I remember.”
“Besides,” Dean says, “I’m sure Mrs. Tran appreciates it. We buy enough egg rolls to send Kevin to Harvard as it is.”
Dean narrowly dodges the sponge lobbed at his head.
