Multifandom Oneshots

Beans (Supernatural Imagine, Human!Cas)

(A/N So, this one is a two person imagine! Involves you and a friend with the three boys. Let's see how this turns out.)

"Guys guys guys!"

You looked up from your book at the same time as Sam, who was sitting across the table from you.

"What's up, (Y/F/N)?" he said, shutting his book and standing, looking worried. She grinned and held up a box that had you groaning immediately.

"Ah, no! C'mon, really? That game's so gross! The last time we played it I couldn't eat properly for a week!"

Sam walked up to her and took the box, examining it. "What's 'Bean Boozled'?" You sighed and walked over to join them, frowning down at the flavors and scrunching your nose. "It's a game with jelly beans. Ten colors but twenty flavors. Ten good, ten bad. You spin the dial," you said, pointing at it, "and you and another person take one bean each of that color and eat them at the same time. Bad flavor, you lose. Good flavor, you win." Sam laughed and grinned at the two of you. "Oh, we have got to play this with Cas and Dean." And with that, he handed the box to you and practically ran to get them. You glared at (Y/F/N).

"I hate you so much."

"No you don't."

All of you were sitting at one of the tables in the main room of the bunker. Cas was sitting next to you, still in his red hoodie and sweats, studying the box interestedly. Across from him was Dean, who was talking animatedly to (Y/F/N), sat right beside him, about the different flavors and making bets about how many bad ones she was going to get. Sam was sitting across from her, and was betting Dean that he'd get nothing but bad ones all night.

"I still don't understand," Cas said, putting the box back in the middle of the table, "How exactly did they make a 'skunk spray' flavored candy? Or," he glanced back at it, "'stinky socks?' What would the development process be for that?"

"Cas," Dean sighed, leaning back in his chair and grinning, "Do us all a favor and quite takin' the fun out of it, okay?" Cas shot him a look, then shrugged and leaned back.

"Okay!" (Y/F/N) said, slapping the table for emphasis, "Who's going first?" Sam and Dean shouted each others' names at the same time, and looked at each other. You giggled. "Thanks for volunteering, guys!"

"No, no, we didn't-" Sam said hurriedly, but you had already pushed the box at him, and he caught it. Dean glared at you and (Y/F/N), but sighed and took the spinner out of the box. "C'mon, Sammy, let's get this over with." He spun it, and it landed on the brown beans. They exchanged a look, shrugged in unison, and grabbed beans, staring at them apprehensively. "One, two, three!" Dean counted off, and they threw them back and chewed.

Sam started coughing and sputtering, grabbing the plastic trash bag and spitting into it immediately. "Oh, that was-! Oh my god! That's so-! Eugh!" The rest of you were laughing hysterically. Even Cas was smiling. Dean kept chewing triumphantly. "How's your dog food, Sammy?"

"Shut up! You would get frickin' pudding, jerk!"

"Bitch!"

When you all finally pulled yourselves together, (Y/F/N) turned to you and Cas, grinning wickedly. You glared at her. "Not fair."

"Totally fair," she said as Sam, still looking sour but smiling, pushed the box over to you. You shot him a look and turned to Cas. "You wanna spin it?" He looked down at the box, considering seriously for a second (which made you crack a smile again), and nodded, taking the spinner and flicking the arrow. It landed on a yellowy one with speckles and you groaned. Cas frowned as you reached into the box and pulled out two beans, handing one to him. He looked at it curiously.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

"One, two, three!" You shouted, popping the bean in your mouth. He followed your lead. You both bit down.

It was Cas's turn to sputter and grab for the bag. He grunted in disgust, and the look on his face set the rest of the table roaring again, Sam managing a "Dude, I'm sorry!" through his laughter and Dean almost falling out of his chair. When he'd finally gotten all of it out of his mouth, he looked up again. "I don't think I want to know how they managed to make that taste exactly like moldy cheese. This game is disgusting." And everyone was off again, and you put your arm around Cas, finally making him smile again. It took even longer to calm down this time.

You played for hours and hours, and laughed every time someone got a gross flavor. For some reason, more often than not, it was just the boys getting the gross ones, you and (Y/F/N) munching on berry and peach and lime as they choked on toothpaste and barf and lawn clippings. The most memorable event of the night was when Cas and Dean both got skunk spray, and ended up spitting it all over Sam, who jumped up and tackled them both, yelling about ruining his shirt and "Guys I can smell that, this shirt's gonna stink for a week! This is why we have a spit bag!", and neither one put up much of a fight, they were so busy retching. Of course you and (Y/F/N) were too busy falling all over each other laughing to do anything until Dean yelled, "If it's so funny, (Y/N), you eat one!" And then all three boys were chasing you around the room with little black beans while she just kept on laughing, flat on the ground. The sight of Castiel, former Angel of the Lord, Dean Winchester, intended vessel for the Archangel Michael and dangerous hunter, and Sam Winchester, former vessel of Lucifer himself, also a dangerous hunter, running around, brandishing jelly beans and glaring while they grinned, was one you didn't think you'd ever forget.

The next morning found the room a mess, beans and bean remains all over the place, books on the floor, and all five of you sprawled out on the ground with a random assortment of pillows and blankets that nobody remembered gathering, your head on Sam's chest, Cas cuddled up beside you with one arm over your stomach, (Y/F/N) and Dean lying tangled with and across everyone's legs with her head on his shoulder, fast asleep with grins on your faces.