Twist and Shout (Destiel Fanfic)

Chapter 5

December, 1969

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They'd read about it in the paper, of course. Everyone had read about it. It came right before Christmas, and Cas stared at the headline, unblinking, before moving on into the kitchen. Dean flipped to the weather instead, complaining about the cold while Cas put coffee on.

"Put on another sweater, because I'm not turning the heat up," Cas said, refilling Dean's mug, "we can't afford it right now."

Dean snorted, turning another page.

"The draft's tomorrow," he commented, and Cas nodded, stirring sugar into his own cup.

"We'll have to watch, I guess," he replied.

"Guess so." The page rattled as Dean straightened it out."Can't believe it's going to get that cold on Saturday. They've got to be kidding..."

Cas watched the milk swirl into the coffee, turning it a toffee brown.

"Is it really December first tomorrow? Feels like it was Thanksgiving just yesterday," he muttered, brow furrowing. No matter.

"It's going to snow early this year," Dean continued, "that's what I think."

"You've been saying that for almost four years, Dean, and every year you're wrong," Cas remarked, still stirring absently. Dean looked up from the table.

"You poisoning me or something?" His laugh broke Cas' thoughts, and he brought the coffee to him, sliding it across the table. Dean's eyes didn't stray from the paper as he drank, skirting his teeth along the edge of his teeth.

"You want any toast?" Cas asked, and Dean shook his head.

"No, I'm fine."

Cas nodded and drank his own coffee, wool socks slipping around the legs of his chair as he curled his feet. "Tips should be good. It's December, so remember to be nice and say happy holidays," he teased, Dean raising his eyebrow, still reading.

"It's wrong," Cas said all of a sudden, face getting hot. "It's wrong of them to do this."

"There's nothing we can do about it," Dean said gently, still not looking up. "So don't get all worked up. There's nothing we can do."

"We can, if they'd only listen for half a second and realize we're not doing any good over there," Cas continued, hand clenching around his coffee mug. Dean shook his head.

"Cas, please. Not now."

"I don't like it. I don't like it at all," Cas whispered, and Dean sighed, folding the paper up and slapping it down on the table.