A/N: On Tumblr unforth-ninawaters is doing a #WritingPromptWednesday. It's fun and you should join! This week's prompt was texting and I decided to write the whole thing as a texting conversation to try something new. Here's the prompt I worked with:
I keep getting texts from you, and you keep refusing to believe that I have no idea who you are, because apparently I'm entered in your phone as your brother/sister/parents/friend/whoever and you are utterly convinced I'm just that person trying to prank you
Disclaimer: Kripke's
A Text of Mistaken Identity
Gabe: Did you buy pie? Work was shit.
Cas: No, you were supposed to go shopping.
Gabe: Dammit.
Gabe: I thought we sorted this out last week. You'd go shopping so you wouldn't bitch about the lack of veggies.
Cas: There's nothing wrong with them. I have yet to figure out how you've never had a cavity with all of the candy you consume.
Cas: I swear you're going to caramelize.
Gabe: What candy?
Cas: I'm referring to the monstrous stash from Halloween you think I don't know you've hidden around the apartment. I found Laffy Taffy in the tea box yesterday. Now it smells like strawberries.
Gabe: Dude, I don't have candy hidden around the apartment. And when did we get a tea box?
Cas: We've always had the tea box. And if you didn't put the candy in the apartment where is it from?
Gabe: How am I supposed to know? Did you pull another all-nighter? Get some sleep.
Cas: No. Are you okay? Did you party with Balthazar again?
Gabe: Who the fuck is Balthazar? How do you even pronounce it?
Cas: Balthazar, one of your frat brothers.
Gabe: I'm not even in a frat.
Cas: Yes you are. Pi Kappa Alpha.
Gabe: No, I'm not. What the hell? Did you meet up with Ruby? I told you not to trust her.
Cas: Who is Ruby?
Gabe: The blonde that was all over you at Benny's party.
Cas: No, and who's Benny.
Gabe: One of my buddies. Stop messing with me, bitch. Is this because of the whole Jess thing? I swear I wouldn't have hit on her if I knew she was the girl you were dating.
Cas: I'm gay and you know it.
Gabe: Sam?
Cas: No.
Gabe: Fuck, who is this then?
Cas: Gabe, you know it's me.
Gabe: No, I don't and I'm not Gabe. My name is Dean.
Cas: Okay… "Dean", then I'm Castiel, your "not brother"
Gabe: I am Dean
Gabe: And did you just do air quotes in a text?
Cas: Gabe, can you please drop this? We also need to discuss the matter of your dog. He seems to be terrorizing the neighbors.
Gabe: I don't have a dog and I'm not your brother. My brother just got a new number and I think I confused it with yours. Can't you just accept that?
Cas: GABE! I'm tired of your pranks. You need to act like an adult.
Cas: Gabe?
Cas: Gabe, why aren't you responding.
913-555-4653: uh…my brother, Dean, says he's been texting you thinking it was me, but you think it's your brother. And he's getting pretty pissed trying to convince you.
913-555-4653: by the way I'm Sam
Cas: Balthazar, please tell me Gabe did not rope you into this and you "borrowed" someone's phone again.
913-555-4653: uh….I don't know who Balthazar is, but you spend some time with…interesting people
913-555-4653: you guys sound worse than me and Dean
913-555-4653: our numbers are similar too, no wonder Dean got confused.
Cas: Don't you have an orgy to plan?
913-555-4653: …..this guy sounds like a character
Gabe: Cas, please, I am not your brother and my brother is not your questionable friend
Gabe: seriously
Gabe: cas?
Gabe: uh….I didn't offend you or anything
Gabe: actually, you did accuse my brother of planning an orgy, which he would never do. He's too damn dorky and hopelessly in love with Jess.
Cas: Um… I'd like to apologize.
Gabe: What brought that up?
Cas: My brother just came home.
Gabe: SEE! I told you
Cas: Yes, well my brother has done stuff like this before. He added you in my contacts as himself and renamed his contact as Loki.
Gabe: hahahahaha
Cas: yes, well he seems it's just as funny as you appear to. I'm sorry to have caused an unwanted stress.
Gabe: Wait, how did he get my number?
Cas: He said he got it from you a couple days ago. Do you frequent a bar called the Roadhouse?
Gabe: yeah, my aunt owns it.
Gabe: Was he the short guy eating all the peanuts
Cas: yes
Gabe: He said he knew someone for me
Gabe: shit I let him put his number in my phone. I bet he switched yours and Sam's number so I would text you.
Cas: hold on one second
Gabe: I just found Sam's under "Moose"
Cas: it turns out my brother was going to set me up on a blind date with you and apparently this was it.
Cas: He has a twisted sense of right and wrong. I also changed your name in my contacts so I won't be confused.
Dean: Good, I wouldn't want you to mix us up again.
Dean: So…if this is a blind date, can I see a picture of you? You know if that's not creepy or anything
Dean: I reread that and never mind that sounds like a creeper. ignore that last text
Cas: Media file sent
Dean: Damn…
Cas: Yes well, the least you can do is reciprocate.
Dean: Media file received
Cas: oh, um, I thought you might be wearing a shirt
Dean: it's the first one I found in my photo album
Dean: and I don't see you complaining
Cas: No, I'm certainly not. Is that your car you're sitting on?
Dean: Yep, ain't she a beauty?
Cas: yes, she seems well cared for
Dean: You know, you could come see her if you wanted.
Cas: Perhaps
Dean: And maybe I could give you a ride in her. We can go get a drink at the Roadhouse or something
Cas: That sounds nice
Cas: And then we can go have sex in the back of it!
Dean: Uh…maybe not on the first date…
Cas: I am so sorry, Gabe stole my phone. That is NOT my intention at all what so ever
Dean: Not even after got to know each other?
Cas: ….I never said that
Dean: I can work with that :)
Cas: So, how does Friday at eight sound?
Dean: Sounds like a date to me