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https://archiveofourown.org/works/34188685/chapters/127817491

So it's been forever xD but it's not abandoned. Chapter 8 is up

Title: A cabin in the woods

Rating: M

Summary: Dean is annoyed by everyone being so overprotective of him. It's not like it's difficult getting kidnapped.

“Your air tag is there?”

Dean tapped the small bulge at his hip, almost made invisible by the black boxers he was wearing. “There.”

“Let me just check that – “ Sam made an approach to touch Dean's underwear.

Dean waved Sam's arms away. “Hey, knock it off. It's there. I'm not stupid.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “I don't know. Most of the time you do everything in your power to contradict that statement.”

“Yeah, yeah, smart ass. Let me sleep now so we can find Ellie and kill that old witch.”

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once you get inside the destiel simulation there is no way out. you think you’re out and the game is over then boom you’re back in the game again out of nowhere years later

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Anyway remember when misha told michael sheen he would be filming the final two spn episodes over the summer

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this... is my becoming...

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A Cabin in the Woods ch 7

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34188685/chapters/122986402 Chapter 7 of A Cabin in the Woods is up! (Warning that this chapter contains suicidal tendencies/attempts) They didn't forget about the pie and Dean didn't try to kill himself.

Eileen and the rest of the gang came back with boxes of food and three kinds of pie.

“Banana cream, apple pie, and cherry pie. You've outdone yourself, Eileen.” Dean plated up all three kinds and sat down at the table.

“You're not gonna have any real food? Sam asked.

Dean shrugged and ate a spoonful of pie before replying. “Said the old hag wanted childlike so I'm going all in. Pie for the main course. And for deserts, there'll be more pie.”

“I'm not gonna stop you,” Sam said as he plated up food for the rest of them.

Dean glanced at Sam's plate. Salad. Raisins. A boiled egg. “You know, you already have Eileen. You don't have to go on a weird diet and try to show off whatever little muscle you have. No offense Eileen.”

None taken, Eileen signed back. Muscles aren't everything.

Sam cleared his throat. “I'm right here.”

“Mm, unfortunately,” Dean grinned.

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which fictional death has affected you the most emotionally? like had you straight up crying your eyes out or similar responses

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Are you a saint, or a sinner?

If loves a fight, than I shall die

With my heart on a trigger

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its cas going from:

to:

and its dean going from:

to:

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could you maybe doodle a destiel heaven reunion? your art is so nice it would taste like a fluffy coconut cake ;_;

they WILL kiss.

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Oh the Aiel ARE Fremen aren’t they lmfao

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Mags

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48211990/chapters/121822972 Mags, chapters 5 and 6! This fic is now finished. =) Summary for ch 5: Dean realizes what Mags wants and what he needs to do. Summary for ch 6: Dean's suspicions are confirmed.

Dean should've enjoyed being so close to Cas – hell, he was enjoying it – but right now the reason his pulse quickened was that Mags was waddling closer. She opened her beak again and Dean grabbed Cas and pushed him against himself.

It wasn't his proudest moment but he figured that Castiel being an angel would be impenetrable to the sharp bite of the goose. Those motherfucking teeth hurt.

Cas didn't say anything but his eyes widened in surprise... and something else. Too late, Dean realized that it was resolve.

“Dean. Tell me.”

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insane the way these stories always ask is it worse to be betrayed by god or by your father. is it worse to be hurt by the devil or by your father. is it worse to be abandoned by the angels or by your father. but it doesn’t actually matter how you answer, because there is no god or devil or angels, it’s only your father in disguise, and even if they were real, they wouldn’t save you anyways

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June is for celebration.

But Pride is for life!

 It doesn’t matter the clouds! Open the way for the rainbow! 

“Look at the rainbow, it is made up of different colors, yet they do not split, because they know how beautiful they are when they stick together.” Michael Bassey Johnson

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Chapters 3 and 4 of Mags are out. ( A Destiel soulmate goose of enforcement fic) Slowly, Dean got up, eyes still trained on the goose. “I swear, I've never wanted to eat foie gras more in my life. You hear that?”

Mags took a step forward and honked again. Oh, she'd heard but didn't care. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48211990/chapters/121766905#workskin

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Part 12 in my Destiel ABC series. This chapter is really really short but I'll write the next one tm. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48211990

Dean opened his eyes, his body already awash with goosebumps. Without a conscious thought his hands had already reached for the gun under his pillow.

The dark eyes on him were unflinching and even when Dean wrapped his finger around the trigger the creature didn't move.

“What the fuck!” Dean jumped out of the bed, gun still in hand.

The giant bird – a goose – stared at him, flapped its wings, and had the audacity to hiss at him.

“One more step and I'll make a humongoose hole in that feathery chicken breast. Don't fucking move!” If someone had told Dean last night that he'd wake up staring the goose from hell in the eyes, he'd think they were on something. But he couldn't deny what he was seeing right now. Or could he?