26- Mad Gab AU

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Third Person's P.O.V.

                       "Wreck You Lure Hoard He Calf." Dean reads out loud for his boyfriend.

   They're playing a game called "Mad Gab". It's a card game where you decipher groups of unrelated words before time runs out. It's Castiel's favorite game.

                        "Wreck You Lure Hoard He Calf..." Castiel repeats quietly. "Wreck You Lure...Regular..?"

                        "You have 30 seconds left."

                        "What the hell? Hoard He Calf?!" Castiel exclaims, trying to decipher the phrase.

                        "Yup. 20 seconds left."

                        "HoardHeCalf." Castiel says quickly, trying to make sense of it. He repeats it a few times before he gets it.

                        "Oh! It's Regular Or Decaf!!" Castiel screams, just before Dean's phone goes off.  Dean laughs at how into it he can get.

                        "Yeah, you're right." Dean smiles. Castiel cheers.

                        "Okay, your turn." Castiel says, "Whole League How." He starts the timer.

     Dean only takes a few seconds to guess, "Holy Cow" confidently.

                        "You got that in five seconds!"

                        "Well I am the best at it." He says, Castiel rolls his eyes.

                        "No, you're not. That one was just really easy."

                        "Pretty Shack Scent." Dean says, ignoring Castiel's previous comment.

                        "British accent." Castiel says after a moment of thinking.

                         "Yeah." Dean smiles.

                         "Up Arrow Tin Issues." Castiel says and starts the timer.

                         "Up Arrow Tin Issues?"

                         "Yup." Castiel pops the "p".

                         "What the...?" Dean mumbles under his, "Up Arrow.. Tin Issues.."

                         "25 seconds."

                         "Shit, I have no idea.." Dean says quietly, "UpArrowTinIssues...a pair.."

                         "10 seconds." Castiel smiles.

                         "A pair...of tennis shoes?" He asks. Castiel smiles and nods.

                         "Yeah!" Castiel says.

                         "Eye Pillow Fizz Sigh." Dean says with a smile. He's totally not gonna get this one, Dean thinks.

                          "Eye, Pillow, Fizz, Sigh." Castiel says. He has no idea what this could be.

                           "Yup." Dean says.

     Castiel repeats the phrase dozens of times and a million different ways. The timer goes off and he groans in defeat.

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