![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Taste the Rainbow; Lisa, Cas, Dean, Ben; post-5x22
Crack I wrote for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maychorian on the occasion of her birth.
Taste the Rainbow
Supernatural. Lisa, Cas, Dean, Ben. Post-5x22. 717. Crack.
From the following prompt: "God mojoed Cas up just a leeetle too much when He rezzed him, and now Castiel makes flowers and candy appear everywhere he walks."
There are four people in the Braedens' backyard. Three are having a serious discussion, and one is running around in a pattern known only to himself.
"This is blatant favoritism," Lisa protests. "When Dean's around, you shed lilies and Fruit Roll-Ups, but when I'm around, it's rafflesias and Swedish Fish."
"I can't control it," Castiel explains for the hundredth time.
"Don't knock Swedish Fish, man," says Dean, through a mouthful of them. "Stuff's delicious."
"In the gummy family of the candy hierarchy, Swedish Fish are the bottom rung," says Lisa. "Ben, honey, tell these misguided souls what we Braedens think of Swedish Fish."
Ben, hopped up on half a pound of Airheads, runs a wide arc towards them and sticks his tongue out. The sound of his raspberry dopplers in and dopplers out as Ben runs back to whatever sugar-fueled adventure awaits him.
"Thanks, Ben," Lisa calls out.
"Watch me do a cartwheel!" Ben replies.
"Better two-step it until you pop out some Hershey bars for her, Cas," Dean says, tearing open a bag of Skittles.
"Please don't," Lisa blurts out. "If I have to deal with another bouquet of dragon arums, I just don't think... I can't even. Cas, I know you mean well, but... uh, or that you don't mean at all..."
Castiel's eyes glance sidelong at Dean, a look Lisa recognizes now as the how is this my problem? look, which is easily mistaken for the can I go now? look. Right now, it's a mix of both, with a dash of the I can't believe I'm still explaining this shit look, because as it happens: "The Swedish Fish are a gift from God," Castiel explains.
"That's very thoughtful of Him," Lisa nods, "but could He send me some Sour Patch Kids maybe?"
"Cas isn't your personal vending machine, Lisa, jesus," says Dean. "He's mine."
"A tree!" Ben yells, from on top of one.
"Gimme a Twix, Cas," says Dean.
"It doesn't work like that!" Cas snaps. "I'm not a vending machine. I'm an angel of the Lord!"
"Candy striper of the Lord," Dean mumbles.
"What was that?" Cas demands.
Dean blinks. "What?"
"At least it's not as bad as what happens when Cas swears," Lisa muses.
"Oh god, don't remind me," Dean mutters. "I was shaking glitter out of my hair for a week."
"I'm still learning how to use my powers," Castiel grumbles. "Control will come in time."
"And with control will come Sour Patch Kids," Dean assures Lisa. "Isn't that right, Cas?"
"With control will come Sour Patch Kids," Cas concedes. And then he goes very still.
"Cas?" Dean asks. "What is it?"
Castiel holds up his hand for a silence. A few seconds pass, during which Lisa and Dean exchange dubious looks, and then Castiel takes one step back. Where his feet used to be is a colorful plastic pouch. He picks it up, inspects it.
"What's that?" Lisa asks.
"Gummi worms," Cas replies, and holds them out to her. "They're the closest I can come to Sour Patch Kids right now."
Lisa takes the pouch, feeling warm and oddly touched. By an angel, with gummi worms. "Thanks, Cas." And she smiles.
Dean nudges her. "You gonna share or what?"
"Man, I was Best Sharer in kindergarten," Lisa says. "Cas, you ever tried gummi worms?"
The angel hesitates. "I haven't."
She picks out a yellow and green one for him.
"I can see my house from here!" Ben yells.
"Do you like it?" Lisa asks as he chews.
Castiel wrinkles his nose. "I'm not sure."
"Have another one. Here, this one is yellow and blue. Blue's my favorite flavor."
"Which button do you think we press for booze?" Dean asks, contemplating Castiel.
"Do not press my buttons," Castiel warns. "My powers--umgh," and is cut off when Lisa sticks two more gummi worms in his mouth.
"Now stop leaving rafflesias in my yard," Lisa says, "and we stand a chance of actually becoming friends."
Castiel frowns. "We're not friends already?"
"Aww," says Lisa, and pets Castiel's hair.
"I'm on top of the worrrrrrld!" Ben yells, with the joy and conviction of all little boys who've never watched Titanic.
Lisa, Dean, and Cas finish off the gummi worms together, and as it turns out, Castiel's favorite flavor is blue as well.
maychorian on the occasion of her birth.Taste the Rainbow
Supernatural. Lisa, Cas, Dean, Ben. Post-5x22. 717. Crack.
From the following prompt: "God mojoed Cas up just a leeetle too much when He rezzed him, and now Castiel makes flowers and candy appear everywhere he walks."
There are four people in the Braedens' backyard. Three are having a serious discussion, and one is running around in a pattern known only to himself.
"This is blatant favoritism," Lisa protests. "When Dean's around, you shed lilies and Fruit Roll-Ups, but when I'm around, it's rafflesias and Swedish Fish."
"I can't control it," Castiel explains for the hundredth time.
"Don't knock Swedish Fish, man," says Dean, through a mouthful of them. "Stuff's delicious."
"In the gummy family of the candy hierarchy, Swedish Fish are the bottom rung," says Lisa. "Ben, honey, tell these misguided souls what we Braedens think of Swedish Fish."
Ben, hopped up on half a pound of Airheads, runs a wide arc towards them and sticks his tongue out. The sound of his raspberry dopplers in and dopplers out as Ben runs back to whatever sugar-fueled adventure awaits him.
"Thanks, Ben," Lisa calls out.
"Watch me do a cartwheel!" Ben replies.
"Better two-step it until you pop out some Hershey bars for her, Cas," Dean says, tearing open a bag of Skittles.
"Please don't," Lisa blurts out. "If I have to deal with another bouquet of dragon arums, I just don't think... I can't even. Cas, I know you mean well, but... uh, or that you don't mean at all..."
Castiel's eyes glance sidelong at Dean, a look Lisa recognizes now as the how is this my problem? look, which is easily mistaken for the can I go now? look. Right now, it's a mix of both, with a dash of the I can't believe I'm still explaining this shit look, because as it happens: "The Swedish Fish are a gift from God," Castiel explains.
"That's very thoughtful of Him," Lisa nods, "but could He send me some Sour Patch Kids maybe?"
"Cas isn't your personal vending machine, Lisa, jesus," says Dean. "He's mine."
"A tree!" Ben yells, from on top of one.
"Gimme a Twix, Cas," says Dean.
"It doesn't work like that!" Cas snaps. "I'm not a vending machine. I'm an angel of the Lord!"
"Candy striper of the Lord," Dean mumbles.
"What was that?" Cas demands.
Dean blinks. "What?"
"At least it's not as bad as what happens when Cas swears," Lisa muses.
"Oh god, don't remind me," Dean mutters. "I was shaking glitter out of my hair for a week."
"I'm still learning how to use my powers," Castiel grumbles. "Control will come in time."
"And with control will come Sour Patch Kids," Dean assures Lisa. "Isn't that right, Cas?"
"With control will come Sour Patch Kids," Cas concedes. And then he goes very still.
"Cas?" Dean asks. "What is it?"
Castiel holds up his hand for a silence. A few seconds pass, during which Lisa and Dean exchange dubious looks, and then Castiel takes one step back. Where his feet used to be is a colorful plastic pouch. He picks it up, inspects it.
"What's that?" Lisa asks.
"Gummi worms," Cas replies, and holds them out to her. "They're the closest I can come to Sour Patch Kids right now."
Lisa takes the pouch, feeling warm and oddly touched. By an angel, with gummi worms. "Thanks, Cas." And she smiles.
Dean nudges her. "You gonna share or what?"
"Man, I was Best Sharer in kindergarten," Lisa says. "Cas, you ever tried gummi worms?"
The angel hesitates. "I haven't."
She picks out a yellow and green one for him.
"I can see my house from here!" Ben yells.
"Do you like it?" Lisa asks as he chews.
Castiel wrinkles his nose. "I'm not sure."
"Have another one. Here, this one is yellow and blue. Blue's my favorite flavor."
"Which button do you think we press for booze?" Dean asks, contemplating Castiel.
"Do not press my buttons," Castiel warns. "My powers--umgh," and is cut off when Lisa sticks two more gummi worms in his mouth.
"Now stop leaving rafflesias in my yard," Lisa says, "and we stand a chance of actually becoming friends."
Castiel frowns. "We're not friends already?"
"Aww," says Lisa, and pets Castiel's hair.
"I'm on top of the worrrrrrld!" Ben yells, with the joy and conviction of all little boys who've never watched Titanic.
Lisa, Dean, and Cas finish off the gummi worms together, and as it turns out, Castiel's favorite flavor is blue as well.