Firsts

◇ A Study in Destiel

I've been watching the first season of Sherlock a lot lately, and if I post this when I'm writing it now (Saturday Nov 26) then I've just watched Moana, WHICH WAS AWESOME AND I CRIED AND THE SONGS ARE BEAUTIFUL.

So since I don't really sleep these days, it may or may not be midnight again depending on when I post this.

All aboard the SuperLock train. Choo choo.

Dean needed help. He'd tried everything, but his nerves would also get the best of him. Chickening out just kind of a came easy to him.

He sat with his head against the wheel of Baby, thinking. She'd be home by now, wouldn't she? Neither of them had had school today because of Thanksgiving break, and boy was Dean ever greatful for that.

Normally he would spend his Thanksgiving away on some hunt, leaving Sam with a friend or something. He couldn't do that these days. There was something keeping him here.

Right. Castiel. That was the reason.

It was so not Dean's fault that he'd fallen for his best friend! The guy was an absolute angel, and he meant that in every sense of the word. It was all too easy to spend his time with him, starting to develop not so friendly feeling for him.

Dean didn't know what to do.

Biting his lip, he opened the door to his car and stepped out, letting it close behind him. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to the door of the apartment. 221B.

This apartment was all too familiar. He'd been here with the owners on several occasions, though he tried to avoid it quite a bit. Sherlock was a bit too analytic for his liking.

After taking a moment to summom up his courage, he knocked. Instantly, he cringed away, standing rigid awkwardly.

The door opened momentarily and there stood Addie, shaking her head at him. Her eyes were sympathetic. "Still having troubles?" she asked.

Adeline Holmes-Watson. Short and blonde. Her mind worked just as fast as Sherlock's, and her heart was as golden as John's. She pulled him inside, sitting him down on a couch.

"I can't believe you haven't said anything yet!" she exclaimed. "He's been waiting for you to make the first move!" She suddenly frowned. "Why didn't you bring me one?"

Dean was confused. "What?"

Addie giggled. "Sorry, I went off again." With an eyeroll, she explained, "You didn't bring me a donut from Patrick's place."

He shot her a teasing look. "How'd you know I was there and had a donut?" he asked.

She snorted. "You really want to make me walk you through?"

"Yes."

"Mostly it's just your smell that is literally only found at Patrick's, but you also have a tiny bit of glaze on your cheek and a signature napkin sticking out of your breast pocket." She raised an eyebrow. "It's not like it's that difficult."

Dean smirked. "I know, I just like hearing you get all egotistical about it."

She pulled a face. "You know just what to say to make a girl tingle," she said sarcastically.

He laughed. Then he was suddenly serious. "I don't know what to do, Addie," he confessed. "Help me."

***

"I don't know what to do, Charlie. Help me," Castiel begged, giving her puppy dog eyes.

The redhead perked up, shifting on her bed. "I've been expecting this!" she bubbled. "Addie and I were making bets." She frowned. "I owe her a fifty and a box of donuts."