Because we all know letting Cas use the internet is a big mistake
It all started with a commercial on tv, you know the one where they tell you one the website you could enter any name and it tell you everything being said about you on the internet. Cas went on the site and decided to type in ‘Sam Winchester’ and see what would come up when he looked up his friend. After a moment of two reading over the list of links that popped up, he clicked on one that seemed particularly interesting. The link lead to a story, Cas had never seen anything like it he read the title a few times over. One word in particular stood out ‘Wincest’, of course he had no clue what that meant.
After a moment pondering the meaning of such a word, he began to read. What happened in the story confused him, and seeing a story such as that about the brothers was appalling to him. The more Castiel read the more confusion gripped him, for such a story was not only ridiculous but also disturbing in more ways than one. Castiel finished the story after struggling to get through it. After he completed it though he couldn’t think of what else to do but of course call Sam and Dean and tell them about the strange, overly erotic story.
About half an hour later Sam and Dean return home from a hunt only to find Cas still in front of the computer.
“You said there was something you needed to show us?” Sam questioned, moving to get a better look at whatever Cas had found that warranted calling them on a hunt.
“It’s on the screen still. I couldn’t close out of it because…. Oh just read that.” Cas said pointing at the laptop. The Winchesters both leaned in to get a better look, taking in the story in front of them. It started out innocent enough, until it took a turn for the worse.
Dean looked horrified, “What is this?! And why would anyone say I do things like this with Sammy! He’s my baby brother for heaven's sake!”
Sam’s eyes were like saucers, and for a moment he was unable to speak. “H-How did you find this, Cas?”
Cas explained about the commercial and about how he had tried to “Google” their names, as the commercial had said.
Sam and Dean looked confused. “And this, ‘story’ is what came up. I didn’t know what wincest was and was hoping the story would explain,” Cas explained. In any other situation, the distasteful shock on his face would be amusing, but in this situation it was all too fitting.
Sam tried his best not to laugh, “Well from that story ‘Wincest’ is me and Dean doing things we would only do with women.”
Dean glared at Sam. “It’s not funny!”
“Really? The fact anyone would write that about us seems funny to me.” Sam replied.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Can they write anything worse?”
Sam typed in Dean’s name on Google. “Let’s see what we can find when we search your name.”
Sam scanned the search results before clicking on a link. “This should be interesting.”
Dean’s eyes went wide, “Why does the title say ‘Destiel’ and what the hell is that?!”
Sam shrugged. “It has the same author as the last story, so I’m scared to find out.”
Cas took the computer, “Well, I’ll read it if you guys won’t.” Dean stayed by his side, curiosity getting the best of him.
Dean’s eyes went wide after they got about halfway through the story, “Well this story took a turn for worse than the one about you and me, Sammy.”
“What is it?” Sam asked, glancing up from the notebook he was looking at.
“Well, from the looks of it the story is basically about me and Cas here fucking.” Dean continued looking horrified and in desperate need of brain bleach.
Sam couldn’t help but laugh. “Dean, why didn’t you tell me you were gay and screwing Cas?” he teased.
“Sammy, shut the hell up!” Dean shot back.
Any further banter was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Come on in!” Sam said while laughing.
Charlie walked in the door, cheerful as ever. “What’s so funny?” she asked.
“Just Dean, and the fact he didn’t tell me he’s gay and screwing Cas.” Sam replied.
Charlie laughed, then happened to get a look at the computer screen. “I see my fanfiction account has been discovered.”
“This is YOUR account?!” Dean asked.
“Yes,” Charlie admitted. “So, what did you think?”
“Well, I can say this. Why the hell did you write things like that?! I’m not gay!” Dean said, answering Charlie’s question.
“Everyone writes it, I’ll show you,” Charlie said, typing in the word Destiel, and then Wincest. The number of stories was extraordinary.
“There are some sick son of a bitches out there,” Dean swore. “Sam, tell me we have a case, I need to kill something before I puke.”
“Dean, we sadly don’t have a case right now. Cas do you have anything you need us to do?” Sam asked.
“Remove these stories of the computer?” he asked. Sam didn’t have time to explain the idea of the world wide web, so he shook his head.
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If there was one thing they could all agree on, the three men would never look at Charlie the same again.
