#。 ·ﾟ baby john novak ‚ interaction.

[worldsalight]

at first, all he could do was shake his head.           as the newest and youngest member of the jets, baby john was the most easily shellshocked by how violent things could really get — his particular vulnerability was not just physical, though the scarring on his earlobe could pose a great argument. but this was no ordinary altercation, and although that had been made clear from the beginning, the thing that set it apart was that this was supposed to end things between the sharks and the jets one way or another, and every member of the latter had been confident that they would be the ones to emerge victorious. instead, other sides had fled at the sound of sirens, each leaving one of their own on the warehouse floor. riff was gone, and he’d watched him take his last breath, watched him fall to the ground, heard his last words. take it out — it already haunted him.

and tessie didn’t even know.           it made sense that her first concern would be for his own injuries, of which he’d sustained a few that left him bloody and bruised but thankfully conscious and upright and mobile, but john felt almost ill being the recipient of her compassion when they’d just lost one of their own. his tears were still dried on his cheeks, eyes rimmed with red. the shock left him feeling and looking nearly dazed, having sought her out in a desperate panic as the rest of the boys went looking for a hiding place or for someone else to tell the news to. “i — … i don’t know,” he mumbled finally, and it was true that he couldn’t remember who had flown at him when the fighting reached its climax. it was all a blur. he reached for her hand, the gesture delicate but still somehow communicating a certain level of desperation. “tessie, it got real bad … real bad…”

          @poetsung sent: “  please,  tell me why you’re upset.  tell me who did this?  ”     /     accepting!

[amethystdivinestar]

So, after all these weeks and all the conspiracy theories, all I'm seeing is that the 20th episode was basically as written just without a large reunion scene and maybe Misha was supposed to play Jimmy Novak in Dean's heaven. That tells me that nothing of significance was altered. The story was always bad. It was intentional, not just a result of editing and censorship.

Yes, some things in episode 18 were edited to remove the impression of recipication and I'd argue that the editing was the worse editing in the history of the show, but the intent of the writer was still intact. The scene just didn't work for me because the editing destroyed the 'feel', not the message.

Oddly enough, it's Bucky-Lemmon's episode 19 that sealed Dean's recipication. Those writers are problematic, but the one character they know is Lucifer. He is their baby. They are most aware that his entire M.O. is pretending to be someone's dead, ROMANTIC partner (note; not dead buddy) to convince them to 'let him in'. And that writing duo does not know how to be subtle. It was loud and freaking clear.

The problem is 100% with episode 20. That episode erased what episodes 18 and 19 did and did so brutally and without any regard for the actually story that had been told up until then. And again, there is NO evidence that there was ever a different intent. Quite the contrary actually.

What the show should have said is that trauma can be overcome. That there can be peace and happiness in life. That good things do happen when you keep fighting. And that found family is just as important as blood.

What it gave us is a load of horse crap that was always intended, and I would argue that it was for the shock value. People talk longer and harder about bad endings than good ones. Just look at Game of Thrones. Even people (like me) who never even saw a single episode, know about the ending. They keep talking and just won't shut up about it. Just like us. And just like S/PN, it gives them rating rewards for bad behavior.

My point is this: we were screwed and we'll probably never get any explanation. It just is what it is and we have to stop rewarding them by interacting with that show's tags.

The episode 18 drama is a smokescreen to keep the conversation going and keep the numbers going up. Destiel is recipicated Canon regardless of the editing, regardless of the dubbing, and regardless of what John bi#bro Smith wants to think. And regardless of episode 20.

[samclownchester]

The day is June 15 2020

The time is 3 am

The situation is that the world has fallen into a pandemic of Covid-19, and my job closed down in March, leaving me with lots of time on my hands. Despite my doubts, I fell back into Supernatural, deep into it, and I am now rewatching it. I thought it would be fun to try and see how much I could remember from earlier seasons before I watch them all

I have watched up to 1x14 at this point, so those episodes are fresh in my mind, but lets see what else I remember

Season 1

“Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

“Saving people, hunting things, the family business”

Sam’s girlfriend dies just like his mom did

Their dad is the point of the season but is only actually in like 3 episodes

Sam and Dean break up but get back together

Sam has VISIONS and moves things with his MIND

Meg is a demon, Sam has a bit of a crush on her

They find their dad, but don’t kill the demon

colt

Season 2

Dean dies in a car crash, John sells his soul for him and dies

Bobby Singer is best dad

Ellen and Jo and Ash exist

Purple Nurple

Gordon?

Lots of psychics! Sam can make friends??

Jk, it’s the hunger games

Sam gets stabbed in the back

Dean sells his soul for him

They kill Azazel I think??

“I have … demon blood in me?”

Season 3

Saving Dean from his demon deal

Groundhog day episode where Dean dies everyday

Gabriel?? (trickster)

Blonde Ruby (let’s hear it for Laurel Lance!)

Very short because there was a writers’ strike that year

Hell hounds

Season 4

Dean was “gripped tight and raised from perdition” by Castiel

Sam has a new gf! (Surprise, it’s Ruby in a new body! :o)

Why does she pretend to not know Dean when he first shows up? Is she lying to Sam about who she is this whole time?? Hmmm I wish I remembered

Time travel?? (Sam doesn’t get to come ☹ )

Demon blood

Demon blood detox ☹

Let’s kill Lilith

“Because it had to be you Sam”

“The boy with the demon blood”

Season 5

Dean is the Michael sword

Sam is messed up, trying to quit demon blood

Cas rebelled, and he did it, all of it, for Dean

Adam Winchester is a person who exists

Also I think this is the season with Jesse the antichrist who never shows up again it’s fine.

He only existed so they could have important conversations about nature vs nurture which honestly they should’ve just saved from when Jack was born but they didn’t know that was gonna happen

More time travel??

Future

Cas likes drugs

Team Free Will

Samifer

Fall into the cage

Dean goes to live with Lisa and Ben

The end?

Season 6

Cas is working with Crowley and spying on Dean but not talking to him like the pining idiot that he is

Dean can’t help but inspect monster happenings in town

Soulless!Sam

Dean finds Soulless Sam

Hanging out with some old dude?

Get Sam’s soul back

Meet Death?

Find out Cas is working with Crowley

 O: Ultimate betrayal

???

Season 7

Leviathans

Godstiel?? Why?? Idr

Hallucifer

Please give Sam therapy

Sam goes to an asylum

Cas takes Sam’s trauma??    

More leviathans

Dick?

Charlie!

Kevin!

Garth? Did we know him before. Idk, we know him now

Dean and Cas go to purgatory!

When does Cas die and walk into the lake? That’s before they go to Purgatory, right? Hmmmm but how does he come back

 Cas is Emmanuel and has a wife? Is that in this season?

Season 8

Dean gets out of purgatory!

But no Cas

Sam had a girlfriend and a dog! Nice!

Not nice, he ignored Kevin and didn’t look for Dean

Like they agreed on, but whatever ok sue him for trying to be happy

Dean has a vampire boyfriend

Not so high and mighty about killing every monster are we now, huh Dean?

Right? I don’t remember, this is a conversation that happens though

He does end up killing Benny though, doesn’t he? huh

Cas is back from Purgatory! But he’s got Secrets ™

“I’m gonna become a hunter”

Then he stays in the old folks home and next time we see him he’s all wacky and likes to watch the bees?

Megstiel

You’re just playing sorry

Am I right?? I don’t remember, but all of this happens at some point

Who even is the big bad? What are we fighting? Idk

Oh we have to save Kevin from Crowley and he reads the demon tablet. Only eats hotdogs, doesn’t shave. I love him please keep him safe.

Spoilers, they don’t

Right! The trials, Sam does the trials, they “purify” him

The angels fall, but Sam doesn’t complete the trials and almost dies.

Season 9

Sam almost dies, Dean is like “right, nonconsensual possession is clearly the best answer for this”

Human!Cas, he drinks lots of water. Steve.

§  “you can’t stay here” :o

Abaddon I think?? What was the point

Crowley is sort of our friend now and I think we meet Rowena? Idr

Kevin dies ☹

“What is the upside to me being alive” – Sam

§  Maybe in this season, maybe not. Who knows?

Cas is a cannibal (eats grace) and becomes and angel again at some point

§  Hannah exists

We all hate Metatron

Cain??

Metatron stabs Dean and Sam puts his dead body on the bed

Demon!Dean

Season 10

Demon!Dean and Crowley are living it up!

Sam and Cas try to cure Dean

Charlie and Rowena interact a lot I think

Book of the Damned

When did they find the bunker? Men of Letters? All that? Idr, anyway they have it at this point

Dean kills lots of people

Charlie dies ☹

Dean blames Sam which is unfair and I hate it

They get the mark off and The DarknessTM is release

Season 11

The Baby episode exists

Really weird sexual tension between Dean and Amara while she’s still kind of a child, no one knows why. Please stop.

Cas gets called expendable and then makes poor life decisions

Lbr, though, Misha is the only other one who can play Lucifer with the same spirit as Mark Pellegrino. Sorry Jared, it’s the truth.

Eileen!! <3

Chuck is God :o

Let’s kill Amara!

Except we don’t kill her, she just needs to bond with her bro.

Here, have your mom back

Season 12

Mom????

British Men of Letters

Lucifer F*cks

Boy I didn’t think this would turn into what it did, let me tell you

Winchesters escape from Federal Prison

Cas says “I love you”

But like, the plural you. No homo.

Sam admits he lost his drive to lead, then finds it again and leads hunters against the dang brits! Hooray!

Oh shoot Lucifer wants custody of his kid!

FIGHT

Fatality – Castiel

Fatality – Mary

Oh no wait she didn’t die she’s just trapped.

Season 13

Jack jack jack jack jack

3 dads, all at various levels of dadding

Actually 2 excellent dads, one dad who is too emotionally damaged to dad but he tries sometimes

Yeah Cas pisses of a cosmic entity. That won’t come back to bite him

Jack just wants to be good

Wayward sisters was not picked up which sucks

Apocalypse world

Rowena is our friend now

Custody Battle!!! Who wins? Not Lucifer

We saved the day! And a ton of people

Literally they made a whole deal of the people being like “We won’t leave our home or our cause” and then they got back to Sam and Dean’s world, didn’t have archangel grace and were just like “meh, actually this place is cool. We don’t have to worry about going back”

Psych! We’re not done yet! Luci wants his kid

And Michael wants his planet

Season 14

Michael! Dean

Jack dies

But it’s ok, we fixed you, just don’t use your powers

Oh shoot he used his power

Nick is somehow alive

In love with Lucifer

Burn his ass!!

Oh Mary disapproves

RIP Mary

RIP Dean being a father, now he’s gonna murder

Hi Chuck, nice of you to show up

Oh no.

Season 15

Chuck sucks

Dean and Cas break up ☹

Sam has visions again

But he’s not psychic, it’s just the piece of his soul inside Chuck

Resurrect your girlfriend! Yeah!!

Jack is eating hearts, but it’s ok, Death told him to do it.

Garden of Eden?

Get your soul back boy!

 And cry

Honorable mentions (Aka these happened but idr when)

Sam falls in love with a werewolf and then has to kill her and MAN Jared really brought the tears

AU where Supernatural is a TV show

Finding out Supernatural is a book series and the author is Chuck!

Crowley becomes helpful mostly

Crowley has a son??

 Meet grandpa

Ellen, Jo, and Ash die

Bobby dies

literally everybody dies

Kill Hitler

They meet that Jewish guy with the Golem who pretended to flirt with Dean at some point.

Jimmy Novak was a devout man who deserved a lot better than he got

Claire Novak is so cool

She moves in with Jody

When do we meet Jody? She’s just always kinda been there?

Gabriel, I don’t remember anything about Gabriel

The council of the Gods’ happens and then I think Gabriel dies in that episode?? Idr

The Four Horsemen

Death, Pestilence, War, Famine

“You’re not hungry Dean”

 I literally do not remember what was happening with these guys

Also, they killed Death, killed a reaper, that reaper became the new Death. I remember when all that happened I just didn’t feel like putting it in the timeline.

[mangoofthesea]

Winchester White

by madcatm

Summary

Dean Winchester is an omega who left his family home in Kansas to go to school but after sleeping with his professor he finds out he’s pregnant at the end of his final year. With the alpha no longer wanting anything to do with him or the pup, he chooses to go home to his family and face up to whatever judgement awaits him.

On his journey home he meets charming and kind alpha, Castiel Novak, a soldier fresh from battle and trying to find his place in the world. Castiel, seeing the omega’s clear distress (terror) at telling his family about the baby, he suggests he pose as Dean’s husband, then leave after a night to paint himself as the bad alpha. Only things never turn out that easy.

Updates on Fridays

Chapter one

The train lurches suddenly and so does Dean’s stomach with it. While the morning sickness has been improved over the last couple days, the travel is definitely causing him problems. He closes his eyes against the nausea and wills his lunch to stay where it is and after a couple minutes of deep breathing he feels his body begin to settle and leans back further to rest against his seat. Unfortunately, with the nausea abating, it allows his thoughts to return to the bigger problem at hand and are given freedom to run wild again about how he’s possibly going to tell John about this. ‘Hey dad, remember how you said going to Harvard was way too far for an unmated omega to be from their family? Well, the school was fine, thing is I might still be unmated but you’ve got a grandpup on the way!’ Yeah, that won’t get him slaughtered. At least he’s not far along enough yet for there to be a change in his sent or to be showing in any obvious way yet, so hopefully he’ll have a bit of time after he gets home before the inevitable car crash.

The train starts to slow into a station and as a few people in his carriage gather their belongings he tucks himself further into his seat while they shuffle past him, trying to not knock into the old man snoring in the window seat next to him at the same time. He was too slow to get a window and it’s turning out to be more annoying than he ever remembers it being. As soon as he  sees an open seat by the window open up a little bit along the carriage and decides to go for it while new passengers are still at the doors. It only takes him a moment to gather his bags, but by the time he’s on his feet he can hear the doors to the train being closed and the squealing of the wheels on the track. The carriage jolts and at the same time as a fucking delicious scent reaches his nose, he registers another person in front of him, and then he’s falling and taking the other man with him to the floor.

The body under him shifts and a groan reaches Dean’s ears as he slowly raises his head to peer up at the man, who he now realizes is very clearly an alpha, and the source of the wonderful smell. His gaze first finds a roughly stubbled chin and the top of a pointed nose before the man’s head lifts off the floor and Dean is met with startling blue eyes. It takes Dean a moment to realize he’s staring and quickly tries to scramble up and away, only to nearly topple over again when the juddering of the train disrupts his balance.  

“Careful there, are you okay?” The rough voice and a steadying hand on his arm make him look up suddenly. Now they’re both vertical again, Dean has a much better view of the alpha, and his words die on his tongue. The man is tall, probably the same height as Dean if they weren’t both leaning on the seats next to them. Along with his gorgeous eyes, the skin around them is tanned and smooth, with a little crease between his dark brows showing his concern for the stupid random omega that fell on him on a public train. It takes the throat clearing of someone behind him to get Dean in motion once again and he moves himself and his bags into the empty window seat he now notices he is actually standing next to. The handsome alpha is still looking at him with concern as he continues to stand in the isle next to Dean’s seat and Dean pointedly avoids looking at him hoping to hide his blush and make as little fool of himself for the rest of this interaction.

“I’m fine, sorry man, I-”

“I think you may have dropped this?”

They speak over each other, making Dean blush more and look up again, and at the same time curse his luck that he had to of course run down the best looking alpha on the train. He sees that the man is holding out a small bit of paper to him that he now recognizes as a ticket. His hand flies up to where he’d left his ticket in the top pocket of his shirt and finds it empty.  “Shit. Uh, thanks,” Dean says eloquently, taking the ticket while trying to not pay attention to the way their fingers brush and slipping it more firmly into his back pocket.

The man gives Dean a small smile and hoists his duffel bag higher on his shoulder. “You’re welcome. Are you sure you’re alright though? You look a little flushed,” he says. And that-Dean refuses to call it cute-little furrow is back.

Dean gives him a nervous chuckle and looks back down at his lap. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just not used to trains much.”

He hears a small laugh from the man and sees him nod in his peripheral. “Yes, they are not the easiest mode of transport at times.”

Dean chances a small glance up to see if he’s gone, but sees the alpha is still standing there, looking further down the carriage, probably for seats that aren’t next to idiot omegas that can’t manage a stupid train journey by themselves. He suddenly looks back and Dean realizes he’s been caught staring again. The man doesn’t appear phased though as he flashes him another brief smile and walking a little way more down the carriage.

As soon as he’s gone Dean lets himself have a moment to wish he’d caught the alpha’s name or even his phone number, but he quickly disregards that thought as ridiculous. No self respecting alpha, especially one as perfect as that, wants an omega carrying another alpha’s pup.

Continued on Ao3

[aloha-cowgirl]

I posted a thing! For your entertainment, please enjoy the beginning (but not the entirety) of Chapter 1 just under the cut.

Two years ago, Sam and Jess made the decision to break up after graduation. Though they had planned on going to Stanford together, Sam reluctantly decided to stay in Lawrence after graduation at his father’s behest, and after a year of trying, they decided that neither wanted the pressure of a long distance relationship hanging over them fresh into their college years. They decided that parting on good terms would be better than the slow suffering.

The moment that he said goodbye to Jess, he began to regret his decision to put Stanford on hold. He felt as though his life no longer had direction. The images he’d had of his future all hinged on graduating from Stanford Law, marrying Jess, and starting a family. Instead, Sam spent the last three years studying part time at the local community college while helping out on his free days with the family business, restoring classic cars at John & Bobby’s garage. He had also taken to casually dating girls that were as different from Jess as he could find and he outright refused to talk about Stanford.

 “Come on, Dean. Please?” Sam pleaded.

“Dude, I am NOT going on some blind date just so you can hook up with Ruby,” Dean answered with distaste. Sam’s latest fling was definitely Dean’s least favorite so far. Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“It’s not a date, Dean; it’s a group thing. And yeah, Ruby’s bringing her sister, but Jo’s working tonight and Charlie said she’ll be there too, and I told her I’d bring you. And if I don’t--” Sam frowned at the thought. “She’s like… a really angry kitten. With sharp claws.” He curled his fingers like a cat for emphasis.

Sam knew that Dean wouldn’t have plans, even though it was Friday night. Unlike himself, Dean hadn’t had much of a social life since he and Lisa broke up last year. The split was amicable and the two remained friends, but something seemed different about Dean lately. In fact, he and Sam had somehow changed roles, with Sam now being the Winchester more likely to bring home a random waitress than his once infamously womanizing older brother.

He gave Dean his best sad puppy eyes, knowing that his brother really had no excuse to turn down the offer anyway.

“Fine,” Dean relented, “but you’re paying the tab.”

“Deal,” Sam breathed in relief.

***

Sam slammed the heavy passenger door of Dean’s ’67 Impala as soon as they were parked in the lot beside The Roadhouse. He stomped off toward the door, clearly relieved to have finally escaped the confines of the vehicle.

“Hey! Manners!” Dean yelled after him with false indignation, failing to hide a smirk as he stroked his hand over the car’s roof soothingly. “He didn’t mean it, Baby.”

Dean might have used the 20-minute drive to the bar to amuse himself by mercilessly annoying his younger brother. He’d managed to cover an impressive array of topics in the short time, concluding with Sam’s steadily lowering standards when it came to dating.

“Jerk!” Sam yelled back before swinging open the green wooden door and disappearing inside.

“Bitch!” Dean shouted back, followed by a smug grin.

A neatly dressed man sitting alone on a bench beside the entrance chuckled at the exchange. Pleased with the fact that even a perfect stranger could see the amusement in his brother’s annoyance, Dean called over to the man as he closed his own door and headed toward the entrance, “No respect for a classic!”

“Kids these days,” the man responded with a solemn shake of his head, and a flash of a smile just as Dean threw his head back in laughter and passed through the door to enter the bar, his mood lightened.

Inside, he waved a greeting to Jo Harvelle, the pretty blonde behind the bar, before making his way to one of the booths that lined the wall. Sam, still pouting a bit, sat facing away from the door with the wall on his left side with Ruby at his right, so Dean slid onto the bench opposite. His pleasant mood was enough that he even greeted Ruby with a polite smile as he settled into his seat.

“So, uh, where’s the rest of this group thing?” Dean asked, just as Jo reached the end of their table with a bucket of ice that held six beers.

“Charlie said she’s running late,” Jo commented offhandedly. Sam and Dean both eyed her with suspicion as her cheeks and ears turned pink.

“Well, hi there, Jo,” Dean greeted with exaggerated cheerfulness. “Something you wanna share with the class?”

 “Nope,” Jo answered, quickly turning on her heel and ducking back behind the bar before she could be asked any further questions.

The Winchesters thought of Jo like family, along with her mother, owner of The Roadhouse, Ellen. Dean couldn’t remember exactly when Ellen had first appeared at their Uncle Bobby’s side, but he’d been a young teen. It seemed like she was an instant fit and she’d been around ever since. She and Jo were two of a kind, sweet but tough, and afraid of nothing.

Charlie had been patiently pursuing Jo for weeks now, but as far as they knew, her attempts had so far been unsuccessful and the pair’s interactions had gone no further than friendly chatting at the bar.

“I think Charlie’s persistence is finally paying off,” Sam laughed, picking up his bottle and taking a draw, the annoyance from earlier finally melting from his face.

“Meg’s on her way. Her date’s meeting her here,” Ruby stated without looking up from the text she was reading. Her face twisted with disapproval as she scrolled on. “Castiel,” she read. “Stupid name.”

“I like it,” Dean challenged with a glare, his tolerance for Ruby dipping dangerously low, “It’s different.  Better than some douchebag name like Brady.” Sam huffed a laugh; Brady had been Sam's best friend until he tried hooking up with Jess behind his back and Dean had nearly beaten him to a pulp when he found out. Ruby glanced up, but said nothing. “Date, though? I thought this was just a casual group thing,” he added, recounting Sam’s words from earlier in the day.

Ruby looked up from her phone, one eyebrow quirked upward. “What do you care? You interested? I could probably still make it happen, you know.” She held up her phone up to imply that she could easily arrange such a tryst between he and Meg with a simple text.

“What? Hell, no! I just meant--” Dean stammered. He hadn’t even met this Meg girl yet, but he already knew that he was not even remotely interested.

“Dude, chill. I’m just messing with you.” Ruby laughed, though Dean suspected that hadn’t been joking at all about making that arrangement if he were really interested. “I didn’t know she was bringing a date,” she shrugged, “but that’s Meg. She likes ‘em rich and pretty. Unless they’re really rich. Then pretty is negotiable.”

Dean frowned, deciding that he was going to like this Meg even less than Ruby. Sam had carefully averted his eyes, avoiding the glare that Dean was now burning into his forehead for dragging him out tonight. Dean briefly considered bailing to the parking lot, but decided that once Charlie arrived, he’d be able to ignore Ruby for the rest of the night if he had to.

After a few more minutes of painful small talk, the infamous Meg finally walked through the door. Much like her sister, she was small and dark haired, with a sullen look about her. Just behind Meg stood the man that Dean had shared a laugh with in the parking lot. He had apparently been waiting in the late November chill for Meg this whole time and that already made Dean like her even less.

Dean didn’t know if the guy was rich, but now that he could see him properly, he thought he definitely fell into the pretty category. Castiel was close to Dean’s height, tanned with dark messy hair and hypnotic blue eyes. He had just the right amount of stubble and was currently pulling off a slim-fitting leather jacket, revealing broad shoulders under a white button-down shirt. It wasn’t until Dean’s eyes had tracked from the man’s lips to where he was rolling up his sleeves to bare strong forearms and then to his well-fitted jeans that he realized he was practically ogling the guy. He turned back to focus on his beer, hoping that no one had noticed.

As Meg and Castiel approached the table, Ruby slid out of her seat to greet them, tugging her sister away by the wrist and off toward the bar, leaving Castiel standing awkwardly abandoned at the end of the table.

“Kids these days, right?” Dean commented with an amused smile, resulting in a laugh from Castiel. Dean held up one of the full beers and sat it down on his side of the table, inviting the man to sit.

Sam looked between his brother and the newcomer with slight confusion before asking, “Have you two met?”

The man gave a noncommittal shrug as he slid into the seat beside Dean, smiling briefly at both, “Not officially.”

“Dean Winchester," Dean offered, shaking Castiel’s hand in greeting, “and this sasquatch here is my little brother, Sammy.” The man’s hands were strong, but gentle, and Dean felt silly for thinking such a thing.

“Just Sam, actually,” Sam added, shaking Castiel’s hand in turn. “You must be Castiel.”

“Castiel Novak,” he confirmed. “It’s nice to meet you both.” His voice was deep and his eyes were such an electric blue that Dean could barely tear his own green eyes away.

And damn it, if Dean didn’t have a crush on this guy already.

He shook away the thought, going over all the reasons that made the idea ridiculous. First of all, they’d only just met, and Dean was not some kind of Disney princess falling for the guy at first sight. Secondly, this man was here on a date with Meg, and Dean had no reason to assume that he was even attracted to men. And, most importantly, Dean had absolutely zero experience with dating men anyway. He’d finally come to terms about his own interest in men after realizing the attraction about 3 years ago, but he had never actually acted upon it, nor had he mentioned his revelation to anyone else.

The first time he’d realized that he felt attracted to a man, he had panicked, diving headlong into his first and only long-term relationship with the first woman he met. Things were going well with Lisa and her young son Ben at first but the chemistry just wasn’t there, and after almost 2 years, Lisa finally called it quits.

“So, Cas,” Dean began, “First date?” The three men glanced toward the bar to see Jo pouring Meg and Ruby each a shot of some dark liquid.

Castiel looked apprehensive, hesitating a moment before answering. “I guess you could say that. Actually, I wasn’t given much choice in the matter. Meg works on another floor of the hospital where I work. She cornered me in the cafeteria and told me to meet her here at 8 o’clock because we had a date. I agreed before I even knew what was going on.” He ran his hands through his hair sheepishly, effectively making it stand up even more than it already did. The bedhead look suited him, Dean thought.

“Wow,” Sam remarked with a small laugh. Dean threw an annoyed glance at Meg who was now flirting with a stout man in an expensive suit.

“Yep.” Castiel nodded, “Now I just have to figure out how to tell her I’m gay.”

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[worldsalight]

he hadn’t recognized her,           though she looked to be about his age. little moly hadn’t seemed to recognize her, either, which made him think this really was someone outside of their circle and not just a case of him still being new to the inside and not having everyone straight yet. she’d been polite, was dressed nicely, definitely seemed out of place in the neighborhood considering the company he usually kept around here. she was pretty, too - that had been baby john’s first observation, and that was probably why he’d been a bit eager to help her out with directions and to introduce himself. as she’d walked off on her way, baby john had lingered just a step behind little moly to give another glance her way over his shoulder.

they were all gathered in doc’s,           crowded around little tables and munching on candy bars most of them could barely afford. baby john sat on the other side of the room, having snagged a spot near riff while he had the chance - though he quickly came to regret it when he saw tessie come in and sit over by velma. taking a little bit of his milky way, he glanced in her direction with hopes of catching her eye and being able to give her a little smile. of course, the second she actually returned his gaze, he got a bit too shy and quickly looked away again, going in for another bite and mentally kicking himself.

baby john had heard a lot from the other jets about tessie’s father,           about all the reservations they had about her hanging around because of his work, and it made him a little uneasy. he liked her, and he might not have been so chicken to ask her out if he didn’t think it might ruffle the feathers of some of the other jets. they were all filing out of the gym - after another dance at which he’d been too nervous to ask her to be his partner and watched her stick around with the girls and hoped no one else would ask her and sweep her off her feet - when their paths started to converge, separated by just a few between them. some of the boys were aware of the little crush he had on tessie, but amidst the chaos of the mass exodus, his attempts to get their attention and let him edge his way closer to her went largely unnoticed. he still tried, though, craning his neck around them in hopes of catching her eye. when he did, he smiled immediately, almost like a reflex, shy and polite. he gave her a little wave, but before he could get any words out, he was jostled along by the jets, and the distance between them was once again increased. more time to work up the nerve to find her outside.

they were all gathered around riff,           stationed on the street corner by doc’s, essentially just loitering, for lack of a better word. conversation was lively, disjointed, a lot of them interjecting over one another and shouting and laughing and attracting rather disdainful stares from some passersby. what broke up the raucousness though, for a brief moment, was a call from graziella across the street over to the boy at the center of it all. as riff returned it with a grin and a whistle, baby john looked across the way to see her walking with velma and tessie in tow. better yet, when e looked to meet tessie’s gaze, he noticed she was already looking his way. he practically beamed.

the boys seemed to have warmed up to her by now.           no longer were there any private protests or airing of concerns about her and her father and all that nonsense that john had always preferred to ignore in favor of trusting the impression he had that she was a nice and upstanding girl - an opinion he frequently voiced and was frequently teased for. but she seemed to really be a part of the fray now, just like graziella or velma, which had given him plenty more opportunities to talk with her, which he’d become more than brave enough to do now. they were all hanging around at doc’s, per usual, afforded the space after hours by valentina on the grounds that she was keeping them out of deeper trouble on the street. seated at adjacent tables, some of the boys had been sending baby john signals of varying degrees of subtlety to finally make his move, though each time he glanced her way her attention was elsewhere and he would demur. finally, though, they seemed to both glance each other’s way at exactly the right time; baby john smiled shyly right away, then gave her a nod towards the back of the shop, an invitation to go talk privately for a moment.

          @poetsung​ sent: five times glanced     /     accepting!

[worldsalight]

it was sort of like the president extending an invitation to join their cabinet.           john had been sort of a tagalong to the jets for a few weeks now, not quite an official member of the fray but still feeling like he held more favor and higher rank than a pesky little brother. younger not just in age than the rest of the boys, he had yet to be hardened by the city and its conflict and violence and upheaval; he grew up in an outwardly traditional nuclear family, not without its issues but providers of a home and three meals a day regardless, he went to school and did his homework ( though he could very easily be talked into letting some things slide if it meant he could run with the gang ), and he’d been raised as more of a talker than a fighter when it came to conflict. but there was a genuine familial spirit to the jets that john had never seen or felt before, and that was the draw. as for everything else ... his first reflex was most often still to just run from the sharks whenever he got caught in a tough spot with any of them. but still, he’d been trying his best to prove himself, to ingratiate without coming on too strong, to fit in with them without sacrificing too much of himself. baby john as a moniker had started out sort of in jest, he figured, a lighthearted condescension on his comparative age ( though, as he would often protest, he was the youngest not by a whole lot ). but he felt like now there was some genuine friendly affection behind it, and for a while he’d been hinging on such a hope that that boded well for his future with the jets.

but this? getting to hang onto riff’s jacket?           that was like getting drafted by the yankees. forget the assumed undertones of his nickname - this was a whole other ballgame. of course, john exerted the necessary effort to contain his excitement; while he was sure some of the guys’ egos would really get off on his elation at being so accepted, at the same time he knew he couldn’t look like the fan club if he really wanted to join the fray. so, he smiled, but tried to stifle it and appear more politely gracious than genuinely over the moon. there was only so much inner light he could consciously contain, though. “thanks,” he answered simply, fearing that if he spoke too much he might lose control over his elation, tugging at the collar a little like he was settling into the comfort of its fit. “i’ll take real good care of it.”

          @beguilcd sent: “ keep the jacket,  looks better on you. ”     /     accepting!