“No Stiles, there’s no such thing as leprechauns,” Derek says as he rolls his eyes.
“Then what the hell do you call THAT?!” Stiles exclaims, hand stretched out and pointing at the little man in a green jacket and top hat.
Derek’s eyes follow Stiles hand and takes notice of the leprechaun standing in front of them.
“I really hope this is nothing like the leprechaun in that God-awful Jennifer Anniston movie,” Stiles mutters under his breath as he inches closer to Derek.
The leprechaun takes note of the two men standing there, but rolls his own eyes at the comment Stiles makes.
“Trust me, I’m in no mood to piss off a werewolf today. Now bugger off and leave me pot of gold alone,” the tiny leprechaun says as he grabs his tiny cauldron of gold and sets off on a quick run through the brush.
“So, leprechauns aren’t real?” Stiles asks again, grinning at Derek.
Derek just rolls his eyes and tugs Stiles by the arm and continues walking.
After rereading that Sterek fic I wrote earlier, I think I want to expand it into a several chapter fic. I think I have a good basis for a story.
“At least give me your last name.” Dean asks. He bats his eyes and smiles at the man behind the register.
“Why? So you can stalk me?” Castiel answers back. His face is expressionless as he says it. He watches as Dean tries to figure out some sort of reply but is at a loss of words.
“Fine. I know when I’m defeated,” he says as he picks up his bag of groceries and starts to head out. Castiel can see that he’s actually hurt. Before he walks out, he grabs Dean on the arm.
“It’s Novak. Castiel Novak.”
Dean grins and walks out. The fire renewed inside of him.
It had been two weeks since Dean had been in the store and Castiel was actually worried. “Have you seen that guy Dean that usually comes in here?” He asks one of his co-workers. To his dismay, no one has.
Finally, it was a few minutes before the end of his shift when Dean walked in.
“I was beginning to worry you lost intrest.” Castiel says with a slight smile.
Dean grinned back. “Nah, just out of town dealing with some family business. Did you miss me?” he flirts back.
“Not really. It was nice to be able to work without having any distractions.” Castiel teases back.
“Oh, I see. Well if you’re up for any distraction tonight, I do happen to be free. Dinner? My treat.” He asks.
Castiel looks away, back at Anna who’s been watching the of them. She grins and gives him that look.
“Yes. I could use some distraction,” Castiel tells him.
Castiel clocks out and grabs his things before following Dean out. He gives Anna one last look before turning his attention back to Dean.
Dean sat on the edge of the bed. He glanced over to see that Cas was already up and more than likely downstairs reading the paper and having coffee.
When Dean came downstairs, he found Cas sitting at the bar, having his coffee and reading the paper like he thought. He bypassed Cas and went straight for the coffee maker. He poured a cup and enjoyed the rich aroma of the hot drink.
“Morning,” Cas says when he looks up from the paper and at Dean.
Dean grunts and shuffles forward, kissing Cas on the forehead before sitting down next to him. Cas reaches out and touches Dean’s hand. It’s a typical Sunday morning. Sam will be by later, they’ll watch football and drink beer before barbecuing or ordering pizza.
It’s what life is like now that hell is closed.
Peaceful.
