Destiel shorts

Finger Painted Summer Saturday

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Sweat beads were constantly dripping off of deans forehead and the back of his neck and it was annoying to constantly hear them thunk into the wood of bobby's porch as he was sitting and leaning his head back in an old lawn chair and then almost instantly dissipate because it was so fucking hot.

The only reason Dean and almost everyone else was sitting on the front porch or trying to bear it inside with the annoying ass fans was because Bobbies A/C broke. Sam was trying to fix it but he was currently taking refuge in the porches shade along with Dean and Castiel. Bobby was inside with all the fans turned on and watching television. Honestly, who can hear with all that annoying-ass buzzing and whirring and chik chik chik from the one broken fan that Bobby still used?

Reluctantly, Dean got up from his chair and decided to make some lemonade. Cause what's a blazing hot summer day without lemonade?

As Dean was searching for a pitcher he came across a peculiar item, more like items of interest. Finger paints. In all colours. He didn't know why Bobby had them but they looked cool and fun. His inner child that he didn't know he had perked up and he decided that he'd finger paint the front porch, because why not? Why not have a little fun and be a kid again?

He set the finger paints down on the kitchen table and went to finding the lemonade pitcher again. He'd paint after lemonade.

Dean finished the lemonade and carried it out with glasses for Sam and Cas and of course the paints.

Sam and Cas both gave Dean a look that seemed as if he'd grown a second head and it was speaking Spanish at them as Dean sat himself down of the porch with finger paints. What in the world was Dean Winchester doing with finger paints?

" Dean, what, are you doing. " Sam said with the most bemused and confused tone.

" what's it look like I'm doing? I'm painting. " Dean replied to Sam with a shit-eating grin who had the most beautiful bitch face. He should be named Queen Bitch-Face.

" That's not exactly what I ment, I meant, why are you going to finger paint Bobbies porch? Also, where did you even find finger paints in the first place? "

" I found them in a cabinet behind the top of the refrigerator. "

Sam gave Dean a look and sipped his lemonade. Meanwhile, while Dean was drawing childish pictures of everyone and anything else he could think of, Cas decided he would join in too.

" What are you doing? " Dean asked as Castiel sat down next to him and picked up a container of gooey aquamarine paint.

" I could ask you the same thing but it looks pretty obvious. " Cas said with a quirky smile.

Dean simply rolled his eyes and continued painting, Cas joining in too.

Soon that had half of the porch covered with random drawings and doodles and blots where they mixed colours to make more colours.

Dean was getting a bit bored now, so he came up with a bright idea.

He flicked purple paint onto Cas's cheek. Cas slowly looked up from what he was doing and raised his hand and flicked the orange paint at Dean which streaked across Dean's bare chest. They continued this, flicking paint occasionally rubbing their hand with a particular colour and smearing it across the other.

What the two didn't notice though was Sam picking up a green and a blue bottle of the paint and sneaking it away into the house. Sam quickly found some leftover water balloons from the summer Dean and him had a water balloon fight, and filled two half-way with paint and half with water and shook and tied them. Boy, were they in for a treat.

Sam could still hear them laughing and putting paint on each other. Good. He slowly opened the door and when he had a clear shot, he threw the green one at Dean and the blue one at Cas and heard the satisfying splat-pop-sploosh of rubber popping and watching as coloured water covered the two.

They froze, looked at Sam and both got shit-eating grins on their faces as they picked up tubes of the paint and watched Sam's eyes widen in terror as they got up and started to chase Sam with the paint, squirting it and trying to wipe it on him. Dean finally tackled him and smothered him in yellow, pink, and green paint while Cas had red and turquoise and mercilessly flicked it at him.

By the time bobby had heard the ruckus outside and made his way outside to see what was up, all three men were covered head to toe in paint, in their hair, under fingernails, embedded in clothes, all while wrestling in the grass too.

" what are you idjits doing?! "

" what's it look like! " Dean replied while tickling Sam.

Bobby shook his head and walked away but not without saying that they had to wash all of the grass and paint off before coming in the house.