"So you're still friends with that black haired kid, right? The one that bitched at Amy on the first day?", Castiel tried to make conversation. "Oh, you mean Sherlock. Yeah, I still hang out with him, although, he has been very quiet the last two weeks. He broke down in class and since then, he seems even more close withdrawn...", Sam took another pull on his cigarette.
Castiel looked up, "Oh that was him? I heard about that!" Sam nodded and exhaled a lot if smoke, which caused Castiel to cough. "Sorry. Wait, let's switch places, so you won't get the smoke into your face." As they both got up, Castiel started, "Thanks Sam, that's re– AAH" He let a scared yell go. "What is it?", Sam looked around, not seeing yet what Castiel had seen.
"Almighty Chuck–", he tried to regulate his breathing rhythm. "Am I that scary?", a muffled voice said. Sam tried to locate the voice quickly. Not until Castiel pointed at the little window at his height, Sam noticed Sherlock Holmes staring at him. "Hi Sam!", he said like, he hadn't been following their whole conversation and watching them from the inside.
"D, what the hell are you doing here?", Sam exclaimed. "So I am withdrawn, huh?" Sam threw his hands in the air, "Are you not?" The black haired boy cleaned his glasses and put them back on again. While Sam waited for an answer, Castiel didn't know where to go or what to say. Sherlock put his glasses back on, "Maybe I was."
"Maybe I should leave now...", Castiel whispered, already backing off. "No, nerd, stay." Sherlock nearly yelled, as he left their sight. After a few seconds a door to their right opened and Sherlock joined them. "So?" , the boy in the trench coat asked. "So.. Sam, may I have a pull from your cigarette first?" Sherlock sat down on the ground, waiting for his friend to hand him his cigarette.
The other two boys grumbled, but sat down next to Sherlock. "So, maybe I have been withdrawn. That doesn't mean I have been unobservant. I have a couple of things to share with you." Castiel frowned, "...With both of us?" Sherlock, who has been looking at Sam the whole time, turned. "Yes, of course with both of you. Why do you think I have been waiting till you both come at our hiding place." Now Sam frowned, "It's not really a hiding place..." Castiel nodded next to him. "Oh please, the three of us know that you are wrong."
Castiel destroyed the silence with coughing, because of the smoke coming from Sherlocks direction this time. "There is a reason I needed to talk to both of you. I've been looking around the last couple days, I was looking for a quiet place, you know. A place where you could just smoke and come down. And every bloody time, I thought I had found one, I noticed your brothers had already made out there like animals. So please tell them, in my name, that they should find themselves one walk in closet. I don't want to use my brain for ridiculous things, like remembering which closets are used for good." He looked at the two boys, pleased with the looks on their faces. He slowly rose from the ground, watching Sam look at Castiel confused, whereas Castiel just faced the ground, rushing his hands through his hair and trying not to blush too much. Pleased with himself, Sherlock walked away.
"Oh, and by the way. My brother told me to use my skills to be more social. I noticed the new trench coat, Asstiel. Happy birthday, nerd."
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( HAPPY BIRTHDAY NERD he said,
HE MEANS CASS you thought,
BUT ACTUALLY inhales
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLUNK
YOU ARE SO OLD WHAT THE FUCK
have a LOVELY day i hope you get a lot cringe presents and a lot of love from your cats and dogs
AAAAAAND this is my present
an extra long super gay revealing
chapter, you are amazing
thank you for talking to me
happy twentieth blunk <3 )
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A Tale Of Multifandom By Blurdle
Fanfiction- it's your gurls blunk & turdle writing the ULTIMATE fanfiction to have ever faced this planet. ..what fandom is it about, you ask? boi, we don't even know.
