Feeling sessions (Destiel)

Four. Purple and Gold

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Purple.
Today Castiel is turning 500 years old, Yeah. I know. Whenever someone asks me about his age I reply "Uh, it is kind of complicated. He's an angel." And shift the subject. But today I want to tell everyone that my...friend is turning 500! This calls for some beer.
I say to myself while decorating the lounge with purple candles. I don't know why Cas told me specifically to choose this colour for decorating but, oh well.
After 'decorating' the room, I jump down from the couch. I look at my list which is a little stained from beer, do not judge me!
Purple Lighting. "Done"
Food and drinks on the table. "Check"
Angel wing printed Balloons "Mhhm"
And lastly, cake. "Yup."
Everyone is done. I scan my eyes once again over the page and set it down.
You can see, I am not the best person to be given a decor job. But I agreed because, well Cas BUT! Nobody was free to celebrate my friend's birthday.
Except Sam. Who's gone out to distract Cas from coming in.
And well, I want to make his birthday special. Even if it's his 500th one. "He's....special-like a brother to me." I say to myself when suddenly I hand grabs my shoulder and I jump to turn around.
Sam.
He rolls his eyes playfully "Hey Dean...Stop fantasising about Cas-I mean the birthday we also have to find a place to hide when we call him in."
Oh sh*t.
I rub my tired yet excitement filled eyes with my hands "Oh god, now what?"
Me and Sam ponder for a minute...and on the spur of the moment, Cas walks in. Oh shoot. Well there goes our opportunity.
He barges in saying "Hey Sam have you seen...Hello Dean"
I wave my hand ungracefully, as he walks in and witnesses everything. He remains silent for a moment. Oh lord. Did he not like it? I start to get worried "Do-do you not like it? Well we-Uh...." I trail off. Sam stands beside me scratching his hand awkwardly.
But what happens next buzzes my mind. And without warning, Castiel jumps on me and hugs my legs.
"Oh okay...alright yeah...that's enough." I say looking at Sam who's literally jumping on clouds. Cas abruptly gets away from me...mumbling "Sorry Dean...I've never had a birthday in two hundred years."
I chuckle at his awkwardness "Hey! The birthday boy never apologises!" He looks at me confusedly. "Dean...I'm not a boy, technically and literally I'm an angel that is-" "Okay stop with your logic...let's go cut the cake" I muffle his voice with my hand so he can not argue against me.
I see his eyes light up like a candle when he sees the cake. I laugh "Cas! This cake is red velvet flavoured...with blue frosting that Sam made with blue food colouring and white chocolate so don't mind if the presentation is...not great." Sam huffs in annoyance "Hey! At least I got the recipe right!"
Castiel giggles...Giggles.
"Thanks guys...I've never had a cake in my life so let me try it." He takes a huge bite...eating half of the cake. We both look at him in anticipation as he finally takes a deep breath. "This...is amazing Dean."
We both sigh in relief...as we watch the cake get eaten in 30 seconds by Cas.
After eating and well...destroying the place. Cas looks over in my direction. "I told you to decorate everything with blue for a reason Dean." He says.
I raise my eyebrows, "Why?"
He sighs deeply, "Today...I wanted to really prepare for the colour session because I figured I, disappointed you Dean. So, I picked that colour in preparation!" He exclaims.
Meanwhile Sam, clearly clueless. Walks out of the room saying "You guys enjoy...i-I'll be back." And disappears. Again this time.
After a slam of the door, followed by Sam screaming "Woooohoooo!" We finally get a chance to talk. I cough quietly "So um...do you want to do this-"
"Trust me Dean." He says in a deep and stern voice.
I won't lie, that was um...Ahem.
I give him a thumbs up as he starts to speak and I scribble it down on my notes, as usual.
"Dean, Purple....well Purple is representative of "pride" in Christianity. Wisteria is a purple shrub of the pea family...Romance lingers in this mysterious hanging garden. This scent is remarkable. Great for all year, though especially intoxicating during spring and summer. Very romantic. It is extremely Romantic, sensual, and calming."
I scribble everything down as soon as possible but I cannot keep up with the choice of elegant words he's using. "Okay, what else? Are you sure you wanna do this on your-" I get interrupted by a hand on my mouth. And this is why I can't let Cas participate in competitive events, he flips.
"I'm fine Dean. Now, violet is also a form of purple. The color violet inspires unconditional and selfless love, devoid of ego, encouraging sensitivity and compassion. Too much purple will cause a heart to break since who loves purple can be arrogant, narcissistic and sleazy."
He finishes off. Realising his hand was still on my mouth. He carefully lifts his hand away.
"Um...wow Castiel. You have put more thought into this than I gave." I exclaim with genuine happiness. He nods in curtesy as he says the next colour.
Gold.
Okay, that is extremely bold. I even cannot understand his mind and he calls me his best friend.
"Uh Alright. That is kind of bold but we'll go with it. So tell me, Castiel Novak. How does purple associate with love? How do you understand a person who likes the colour gold?"
He fidgets with his hands "If you don't like it-"
"It's perfect Cas." I put my finger on his mouth.
He shakes his head, "Gold. Gold is a precious metal that is associated with wealth, grandeur, and prosperity, as well as sparkle, glitz, and glamour. Gold is the official fiftieth wedding anniversary gift, with copper as the official seventh wedding anniversary gift and bronze as the official eighth wedding anniversary gift. Which is why it can be called 'the metal of love' in some cases."
He pauses, wanting to say something. But shuts his mouth and continues on his rant. Weird. But I won't budge.
"The infamous legend of alchemists turning common metals into gold is actually a parable for the human quest to change base vulgarities like greed, hate and selfishness into qualities like love and compassion through the process of self-purification...it can be decisive, but everything is deceiving on Earth."
He finishes off.
"How did I do?" He says, like nothing happened.
My mouth is still gaping, so he got the hint that I was completely shocked. He laughs.
"Dean...Everyone is connected to eachother in some way, for example someone who loves you might have a taste in purple...keep on the lookout for who it might be."
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