Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural - Sky
Dec. 15th, 2008 01:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scriveynerFandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al, Castiel
Rating: T
Length: 330
Summary: "Sometimes," Ed said as he stood on the side of the road, watching the early evening traffic whiz by blindly, "I feel like I'm being mocked."
"Sometimes," Ed said as he stood on the side of the road, watching the early evening traffic whiz by blindly, "I feel like I'm being mocked."
Al leaned out from under the hood of the Impala, oil and grime streaked to his elbows. "Only sometimes?" he grunted, wiping the sweat out of his eyes with his hand. Ed ignored him, leaned against the side of his car and took a pull from the flask he sometimes tucked in his back pocket. "Are you going to come over here and help, isn't this your damn car?"
Ed turned around and walked to Al, peering over the work Al was doing. "You're doing fine," he said, clapping Al's elbow. Al glowered at him, eyed the wrench he had balanced in the engine, but Ed had wandered back to the side of the car. Castiel sat in the back seat, door open and frowning at Ed. He was down to his tee shirt and jeans and was rubbing at oil on his arms from his "attempts" to help Al, which lent largely to Al's frustration. "This is most vexing," he said, holding his hands out and showing oil still streaked across them.
"Yup," Ed said in sympathy, leaning against the back side of the car, beside Castiel. "That's why I'm letting Al handle it." He fished out his flask and passed it to Castiel, who looked at it in confusion. Ed rolled his eyes. "You take a drink, Cas."
Castiel sniffed the flask delicately, then knocked it back. Ed hid a grin behind his hand when the angel choked and spluttered, and rescued the flask from him. "Ed," Al called angrily, leaning over. "Stop sneaking Cas booze, he's going to get carsick."
"What, are you his mom now, too?" Ed called back as Castiel coughed and cleaned his air pipes. "And some days," Ed said, watching the rose of the sky slowly deepen into twilight, "I really don't."
