Dean what is this thing Dean you know this is not my real name Dean where did you take that picture of me Dean is this legal? Dean I am not a member of ‘FBI’ Dean what are you doing Dean Dean DEAN
somebody should write a fic of dean taking cas’ id photo pls
I wasn’t. Then this happened. Not sorry.
‘For the millionth time, goddamnit, sit still Cas.’ Dean growled. Castiel blinked at the camera, pointed at his face, then shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He looked at Dean, who held up the camera. Dean, pressed the shutter button, just as Cas shot out of his seat and stood up against the wall. ’Cas,’ Dean thundered. ‘What is the purpose of this machine?’ ‘It’s a camera, Cas. It’s to take your picture.’ Dean took Cas by the arm, and set him back down on the stool, his back to the white wall. Cas looked at him. ‘For what purpose?’ ‘So I have a picture of you I can use.’ Dean said shortly, adjusting the focus.
Castiel cringed and turned his face to the side, like he was expecting to get shot. Dean rolled his eyes.
‘You have to face the camera, dammit.’ ‘Dean, I know what you use pictures for, and I am not sure I am comfortable with that.’ ‘What the hell do you mean, Cas?’ Dean said tiredly. ‘The pictures you have saved on your computer. Sam explained what they are for. And those pictures of women in books-‘ ‘OH, GOD CAS.’ Dean pulled a face. ‘That’s not what- Oh- that’s not-’ He shook his head. ’Cas. I need a photo of you, so I can make ID for you. You can’t wander around without ID.’
Castiel looked at the camera warily. Sam came through the door.
‘Seriously, you still haven’t taken the picture? I’ve been gone for an hour.’ ‘He keeps moving.’ Dean complained. ‘I do not see the point in this exercise.’ Castiel said, shifting in his seat. Sam sighed, then reached into his bag, and grabbed a squirt bottle of water.
‘Dean, take the picture.’ Dean lined the camera up, and just as Cas was about to move, Sam shot him in the face with water. Cas spluttered. ‘This is ridiculous.’ He said grumpily. ‘Sit still, then.’ Sam ordered.
Cas faced the camera, and Dean snapped a picture. He groaned in anguish. ‘You’ve done something to my sight.’ Cas shoved his palms in his eyes, and made a growling noise. ‘It’s the flash, dumbass.’ Dean said. ‘You’ll be fine.’ ‘The purpose of this machine seems to only be to inflict pain upon the human species. It is primitive and barbaric.’ ‘You would see it that way.’ Sam sighed. ‘This one’s no good,’ Dean said. ‘Too dark. We need another.’ Cas groaned.
OH MY GOD /cackles/ the pictures on dean’s computer kajksj. thank you for writing thiiiis i’m so happy ppl is writing this awesome stuff on my edit :’))))
Bless you you wonderful person
you’ve done something to my sight
‘You’ve done something to my sight.’ ‘It’s the flash, dumbass.’ Dean said. ‘You’ll be fine.’