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live-the-fangirl-life · 4 years ago

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It’s the Thought that Counts

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Birthday Oneshot

All Rowan wants to do is throw a surprise party for his girlfriend, but that becomes increasingly difficult as every possible thing that could go wrong—goes wrong.

I wrote this for my birthday on the fifth, but I couldn't wait until then to post it, Enjoy!

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Warnings: Language, Light NSFW

4476 words

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“Are you serious?”

If Rowan’s hair wasn’t already silver, it would’ve been by the end of the day from all the stress this was putting him through.

Looking into the open cake box in Fenrys’ hands, he just stared at the inscription atop what was supposed to be a birthday cake for Aelin.

“What? What’s wrong?” Fenrys tried to lean over the lid of the box but it was tall enough to block his view.

“Did you even look at it before you left the store? Before you paid for it?” It took all of Rowan’s self-control not to scream. How many more things could go wrong today?

Fenrys shifted uneasily, noticing Rowan’s slipping control. “Uh, no. I was already running late, and you said to get back here as soon as possible to help finish setting up.”

All Rowan could do was let out a long, slow breath.

“This. Says. Alien.”

The blonde man holding the cake snorted, “what?”

“The cake says ‘Happy Birthday, Alien’”

“Seriously?” Fenrys was quick to put the box down on a nearby table so he could stand next to Rowan and look at it. “Shit. They even put little green Martians on it.”

All Rowan wanted to do was throw a surprise party for his girlfriend.

Was that really too much to ask? Apparently, so.

A couple of months ago Aelin had mentioned how she’d always wanted a surprise party, but of course, you cant ask for a surprise party because then it’s no longer a surprise.

Rowan took the hint and decided to plan something special for her birthday. He even got all their friends to help, and if everything had gone to plan then it would have been a perfect day.

Too bad he couldn’t catch a break.

Rowan had made a list of everything they needed to do, buy, and plan. It was an extensive list because he knew that a party for Aelin had to be perfect. Not because she had impossibly high standards—well, she did, but that wasn’t why it had to be perfect—it was because he loved her and wanted to show her how much he appreciated her on her birthday.

And he thought it would be the icing on the cake—pun intended—to have all their friends involved too. That’s why he was making calls to all of them about what they each needed to do for the party.

First, he got Lorcan and Elide to pick up the golden balloon arch that was going to be at the entrance of the park he’d reserved for the day. By the time he got on the phone with Lorcan, Rowan was already exasperated from having to deal with the city planning office in order to reserve the particular park and gazebo.

“Lorcan, I need you in charge of the—” Rowan broke off, hearing a loud crackling from the other end of the phone.

“You’re cutting off, wha— you say?” Lorcan’s voice was halting as the call cut in-and-out

“I was saying, I need you to cover the balloons.”

“Ba—”

“The balloon canopy.”

“The bo—, ca—”

“Yeah, we need a golden balloon canopy.”

“Okay, fine. I— got the— boun�� ca—”

“Shit. Can you hear me?” Rowan pulled his phone away to check his service. It was fine from his end, it must be Lorcan’s phone being spotty.

When Rowan put the phone back to his ear, he could hear rustling and the sound of a car door opening and closing, and then the connection cleared.

“Yeah, man. I heard you. But, are you sure Aelin wants that?” Lorcan sounded skeptical.

“What? Yeah, of course, it’ll be great.” Rowan was already getting impatient, knowing he had a few more errands to run before he could relax.

“Whatever. She’s your girlfriend, and it’s your credit card.”

Rolling his eyes, Rowan muttered, “Thank you for your generous help, Lorcan.” then heard someone scolding Lorcan and grinned before saying loud enough for the other person to hear, “Thank you, Elide!”

Rowan hung up and mentally checked off the balloons. What was next?

***

“Aedion, please, I need you to keep Aelin busy for the day.”

Aedion and Lysandra had come over to Rowan and Aelin’s apartment for dinner, and Rowan had dragged Aedion into the kitchen to talk about that weekend’s plan.

Taking a sip of his beer, Aedion raised an eyebrow at him, “Won’t she wonder why her boyfriend is avoiding her on her birthday?”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “I won’t be avoiding her. You will very adamantly request to take your cousin to lunch for her birthday, and who am I to get in the way of family?”

Aedion snorted but nodded. “Yeah, okay. Lys and I can take her out.”

“No, Lys can’t be there.”

“What?” Aedion looked at him bewildered. “Why not?”

Rowan sighed. “Because if Lysandra is there with you, then Aelin will wonder why I’m not there with her. If it’s just you and Aelin, then she won’t think it’s weird that I’m gone. Besides,” Rowan took another sip of beer, “I’ll need Lys’ help during the day to set up that slideshow.”

“Right.”

The slideshow Rowan had asked Aedion and Lysandra to make using pictures of Aelin that would play during the party. The one that Aedion wasn’t going to tell Rowan hadn’t been started yet. “Yeah, okay. I’ll invite Aelin to come get lunch with me.”

“Perfect.”

One more thing off Rowan’s list.

***

The morning of the party Rowan asked Fenrys to go pick up Aelin’s cake. It was supposed to be a chocolate and hazelnut cake with the top decorated with kingsflame blossoms and say, “Happy Birthday Aelin.”

Rowan was distracted with setting up decorations and directing their friends to put away the things they brought. Dorian and Manon were in charge of getting the alcohol. Chaol and Yrene were bringing deserts because when it came to Aelin there could never be enough sweets. Fenrys helped Rowan bring out the rest of the food, before being sent off to pick up the cake.

Rowan did a quick scan, mentally checking off everyone. Besides the people he could see, he knew Lysandra was in the gazebo finishing up the slideshow, Aedion was out distracting Aelin, and Elide and Lorcan would be here any minute with the balloons.

Letting out a breath, Rowan smiled. Things seemed to be coming together.

Busy showing Dorian where the coolers for the drinks were, he was too distracted to do more than wave a ‘hello’ to Lorcan and Elide as Lorcan’s truck pulled up to the park. Rowan decided they were smart enough to figure out how to set up a balloon arch—or at least Elide could read the directions to a grumbling Lorcan, so Rowan spent the next half hour with other parts of the setup.

After he finished hanging up the screen they were going to use for the picture slideshow, Rowan went to check on the balloons.

He made it two steps out of the large gazebo and stopped in his tracks.

“What the fuck is this?” Rowan exclaimed, gaping at the large monstrosity in front of him.

Instead of looking at a beautiful, arched balloon canopy, he was looking at a massive, inflatable, child’s bouncy castle.

“What do you mean ‘what the fuck is this?’” Lorcan asked, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead and stepping around the side of the castle. “This is what you asked for.”

“This is not what I asked for.” Rowan could feel his mouth still hanging open and quickly shut it.

Elide looked at Rowan in confusion. “Rowan, you did ask for this. I mean, I definitely thought it was weird that Aelin would want a blow-up bounce house for her birthday, but when Lor asked if you were sure, you insisted it was right.”

Rowan tried to remember that particular conversation. He had so many details in his head and too many people in charge of different things.

“Shit.” The phone call was coming back to Rowan to now. “We kept getting cut off. Shit,” He ran an exasperated hand through his hair making it all stand up on end. He swung around towards Lorcan who looked at him with raised brows. “What did you think I was asking you to get?”

Lorcan slowly looked between the bouncy house and Rowan. “You asked me to get a Bounce Castle.”

For fucks sake.

“I asked you to get a Balloon Canopy.”

Elide’s mouth opened in an ‘O’ and Lorcan said nothing until a moment later he was laughing, bent over at the waist.

“You wanted balloons, and now Galathynius has a bounce castle.” He managed between breaths, ignoring Rowan’s fuming look. It took Elide elbowing him in the side to get him to stop laughing.

“I don’t have time for this. Fix this.” Rowan waved his arms around at the massive blow-up castle, and then he turned around to find something he could actually focus on, trying his best to ignore the increasingly greying clouds in the sky.

“You still paying?” Lorcan called after him.

He let out a string of curses. “Yes.”

Rowan just barely heard the sound of air being let out of the castle as he walked away.

***

A shriek drew Rowan’s attention away from the chairs he was unfolding. He turned towards the gazebo to see Lysandra throw a small ice bucket, mostly filled with water at this point, at the screen Rowan had set up earlier.

The screen that was on fire.

Running in to help, Rowan saw that the candles placed around it had been lit—why the hell would someone already light them? The wind must’ve blown the screen too close causing it to catch fire.

He reached Lysandra just as she threw another bucket of icy water on the screen, dousing the rest of the flames.

“Are you okay?” He looked over Lysandra, but she just seemed shocked and irritated.

“I’m fine.” She gave him a reassuring nod before scowling at the destroyed screen. “This, though, is pretty much dead.” she sighed and closed her laptop she was using to work on the slideshow. “It doesn’t look like we’ll be showing pictures today, Rowan.”

He rubbed at his face. Fine. Okay. He could deal with this. They had a children’s bounce house and no slideshow. That was fine. As long as nothing else went wrong, he could deal with it.

As if in response to his thought, the day began to dim as clouds moved to cover the sun. If Rowan didn’t look at the heavy clouds, they would disappear.

That was when Fenrys came back with the cake.

***

“Alien?! I can’t give my girlfriend a birthday cake that’s calling her an Alien!”

Fenrys almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous Rowan looked with his hair sticking up and face all red, but he knew this was just the latest in a list of ‘things gone wrong’ and was worried that if he laughed then he wouldn’t live to see the birthday girl.

“Maybe she’ll find it funny,” Fenrys suggested.

Rowan slowly turned toward him with an almost crazed look in his eye. “Funny? You think Aelin will find all this,” he waved his hands at the deflating bounce house, charred hanging screen, and the horribly incorrect cake, “Funny?”

“...Maybe?” Honestly, Fenrys thought Aelin would find it all hilarious but decided to keep his mouth shut. He knew how much work and energy Rowan put into this party, and he worried for his friend’s mental state as he counted all the things that had already gone wrong.

Rowan just dropped his head in his hands and groaned.

***

As soon as Rowan unpacked the last of the food, he heard a boom of thunder.

“This is not happening.” He muttered to himself, refusing to look at what was surely the worst thing that could happen that day.

A moment later he heard the unmistakable sound of hard, fast rain. The yelps from his friends broke him out of his haze and he turned to see everyone rush into the covered gazebo, careful to keep close to the center where they could stay dry.

Everyone besides Yrene, who had been helping Rowan with the food, were varying levels of soaked. And all the decorations they’d been holding were either stuck outside taking the worst of the rain or dragged inside to drip water onto the floor.

Rowan didn’t say anything, he just grabbed the beer bottle out of Aedion’s hand and took a long swig.

***

Looking around, Rowan surveyed the damage. Where a nice balloon canopy should’ve been positioned, a large, deflated, child’s bounce castle stood in its place; the screen he was going to use to show a slideshow of Aelin was burnt to a crisp; the rain pouring down was soaking the park and wrecking everything brought in from the cars, and the perfect cake for his girlfriend was ruined by calling her Alien.

But at least all their friends showed up.

That was the one good thing to come out of this disaster of a party. Even if they were all dripping wet and shivering from their walks from their cars to the covered gazebo in the middle of the park.

Dorian walked up to where Rowan and Aedion were talking about the cousin’s lunch. He took a sip of his drink and asked them, “So, what time is Aelin is getting here?”

Rowan and Aedion both turned towards each other.

“What time did you—”

“When did you say—”

They both froze.

Rowan slowly blinked. “Aedion, you did tell Aelin what time to come tonight, right?”

Aedion shook his head, wincing, “No, man. I was taking her out to lunch. You were supposed to find a reason to get her to the park.”

A dull roaring started in Rowan’s head. He thought over everything he had on his list.

Rent out gazebo: Check.

Delegate decorations: unsuccessful, but Check.

Order cake: again, unsuccessful, but Check.

Get friends to show up: Check.

Buy Aelin’s present: Check

Invite Aelin…

“Fuck. Shit. Fuck me. No, no, no, no, no… Gods damn it!”

Before anyone could another word, Rowan pulled his keys from his pocket and sprinted into the rain towards his car.

***

Aelin loved her birthday.

Usually.

She loved celebrating with her friends and laughing about the stupid gag gift they bought her. She loved making a wish on her candles and she even loved the awkward minute of listening to people sing happy birthday.

Last year, Rowan had woken her up to a particularly amazing round of birthday sex. Which turned into another round in the kitchen and then another one in the shower. He had also spent the day last year doing her favorite things and ending the night with a wonderful dinner at her favorite restaurant.

Which was why she had been so excited to see what this birthday would bring.

Her morning began exactly how she hoped: with Rowan’s tongue between her legs. He’d woken her up slowly, lazily, until she was squirming on the sheets with her hand fisted in his hair.

She’d hoped their morning tumble was the start of a very satisfying day, but soon afterward Rowan left saying he had to make a work call and she should get ready for her lunch with Aedion.

As much as she loved her cousin, all Aelin really wanted to do was stay inside with Rowan all day, clothing-optional. Actually, clothing-nonexistent.

But she did want to see Aedion, and apparently, Rowan’s work call was pressing enough that he practically ran out the door.

Lunch was nice. She hadn’t had one-on-one time with Aedion in a while, but she couldn’t help but notice how antsy he seemed.

“What aren’t you telling me?” She asked him after the waiter took their set down their drinks.

Her cousin choked on the sip he’d taken, and she raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?” He sputtered. “I’m not not telling you anything.”

“Uh huh.”

He rolled his eyes. “There’s nothing Ae, don’t sweat it.”

“It looks like you’re the one sweating Aedion.” Leaning back in her chair she smirked and crossed her arms. “Did you get me something you’re worried I won’t like?” she joked.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, exactly! Lysandra picked it out but I don’t know if you’ll like it.”

Aelin rolled her eyes at her cousin. “Please, if Lys picked out whatever it is, then I’m sure I’ll love it.” Her smirk turned into a genuine smile. “But, it’s from you so I know I’ll like it.”

He laughed but she thought he still looked a bit anxious. Deciding not to worry about whatever else had him fidgety, she let it go.

When she got back to her and Rowan’s apartment, she expected he would be there. He wasn’t.

Aelin didn’t think a work call would take the two hours she’d been out with Aedion, so she hoped Rowan would be back soon. She hadn’t talked about plans today because last year he had been so eager to take the lead.

So she waited.

And waited.

Three hours later she was irate, hurt, and confused. How could he just up and disappear on her birthday? If he was busy—if something came up that he needed to deal with—he should’ve just told her. She still would be upset, but she’d have understood.

But he hadn’t said anything. He hadn’t called or texted. Rowan hadn’t given her any explanation as to why she was alone now on her birthday.

Aelin walked into the kitchen and was about to pour herself a glass of wine when she heard loud noises from the hall outside her apartment door. It sounded like heavy, stampeding footsteps.

And then Rowan was bursting into their apartment.

He was breathing heavily, soaking wet, and looking at her with such an apologetic expression that she momentarily forgot why she was angry.

“Aelin,” he panted, trying to get a breath, “I am so sorry.”

Right. That was why she was angry.

She crossed her arms over her chest and took in his disheveled appearance, trying desperately to understand why he was so out of sorts.

“What happened to you?”

Rowan loosed a long, heavy breath and stepped closer to her. “Aelin, gods, I’m an idiot.”

“Yes, you are.” She agreed. “But, explain to me why.”

Rowan took another step towards her and she let him.

“I had a whole thing planned— I still do, kind of, but it’s basically ruined at this point—” Rowan started talking faster and Aelin struggled to keep up. “I planned an amazing surprise party for you, I spent weeks getting things organized. I had all our friends come out to help, they’re all still out at the park—I rented out the park—they’d better all still be there, anyway.”

He took a breath and Aelin’s anger slowly started to fade, but then she remembered sitting alone in her apartment for three hours and stared at him until he continued his explanation.

“There were supposed to be balloons, golden ones! And photos of you, and a cake, but all of it got ruined.” Rowan ran an angry hand through his hair. “Lorcan thought I asked him for a bounce castle— a bounce castle! Then the screen caught on fire, and then there was a mess up with the cake that you don’t even want to know about.”

He finally looked back at her, pleadingly, hoping she could understand how sorry he was. “But the worst part, which was one-hundred-percent my fault, was that I forgot to invite you to your own party.”

Aelin was wide-eyed by the end of his speech. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Rowan grabbed her hand and looked down at her with sorry eyes. “Please, forgive me.”

“Forgive you?”

His face crumpled and he leaned to press it into her shoulder. She heard him grumble, “Fuck. I ruined your birthday, I’m so sorry.”

Aelin pulled away to hold his face between her hands. She waited until his eyes opened to say, “Rowan, you planned that whole thing? For me?”

His brow furrowed as if he couldn’t understand why she would ask that. “Of course, I did. I know how much you wanted a surprise party, but—”

“But nothing.” She cut him off pressing her mouth firmly against his. Rowan was too surprised at her reaction to reciprocate, but she pulled back just as fast.

“Okay, yes, not inviting me to my own party was a bad move,” He winced. “But, everything else you did was amazing.” When he still looked skeptically at her she continued, “the rest of that stuff; the weather, the cake, the fire, Lorcan’s bad judgment—none of that was your fault.”

Rowan finally cracked a smile at the last bit.

“So,” he searched her face for any clues, “you’re not upset?”

Aelin laughed at pulled Rowan down for another kiss. This time, he eagerly returned it and wrapped one arm around her waist and the other moved so his hand could hold the back of her head. They stood wrapped up in each other for a minute, deepening the kiss before they both pulled back for air.

“I’m not mad. I was, before when I thought you’d ditched me on my birthday. But I’m not anymore now that I know you spent the day trying to make me happy."

Aelin pulled back further to give him a stern look. “But I will be angry if you don’t bring me to this party right now.”

He pulled her back into him and let out a relieved laugh.

“Let’s get the birthday girl to her party.”

***

The drive from their apartment to the park was filled with Rowan telling Aelin about everything that had gone wrong. His fingers intertwined with her over the middle console and she listened as he told her about the crazy day.

“Why someone would light the candles so early in the day is beyond me.” He grumbled and Aelin chuckled at the bitterness in his tone.

“I’m sure the slideshow would’ve been great.” She perked up. “Oh my gods, that was why Aedion was so weird at lunch.”

Rowan glanced side longed at her. “He was weird?”

“Yeah, real fidgety, wouldn’t always look me in the eye. He said it was because he was worried I wouldn’t like my present, but I knew that was a load of bullshit.” She laughed, remembering how relived his face had been when she offered that excuse.

Rowan rolled his eyes but watched as the sky began to clear.

“Good, the rains finally stopping. I told the others to finish putting up decorations if the weather cleared.”

“There’s more?” Aelin questioned, thinking of everything he’d already told her about.

“A bit. I gave Fen a list of stuff to buy, but knowing him, he picked up some things that I didn’t tell him to. So, who knows what we’ll see when we get there.” He groaned thinking about it, but Aelin just laughed.

“It’s a couple of decorations, Ro. I’m sure they’ve got it handled.”

When they finally pulled into the parking lot nearest the gazebo, Aelin and Rowan didn’t get out of the cart immediately. They watched the scene in front of them in bewilderment

Lorcan was throwing a rope over a tree branch—Aelin assumed it was because he was the tallest—tying one end to the trunk and the other end was attached to a large pinata.

“Is that…?” She was so confused about what was happening.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Fen?” Rowan seethed.

“Fen did that? Why would Fenrys buy an Alien pinata?” Aelin suddenly had more questions than answers.

Rowan rubbed his hands down his face, muffling his curses.

“Don’t ask.”

Aelin watched as Aedion picked up the stick and took a couple of practice swings.

“What? They’re gonna start without us?” Aelin pulled Rowan’s hand off his face and made him look at her. “Hey. I know this didn’t go like you’d planned, but it's still pretty great, and everyone is here and having a good time. And there’s cake, right?”

“There’s cake.”

Rowan refrained from reminding her that all the guests had trekked in and out of the rain that afternoon setting up and half the supplies were ruined or nonexistent. Apparently, she could see all that in his face though so Aelin leaned over and kissed him.

“Let’s go, come on.”

At some point during their conversation, Lysandra had found the blindfold and tied it around Aedion’s head. The rest of the group, minus Manon and Dorian who had snuck off somewhere she didn’t want to think about too much, stood around as Fenrys cheered and Aedion swung.

He missed the first time, but as he prepped himself to swing again, Aelin and Rowan climbed out of the car and walked toward the group.

“Aelin!” Fenrys called, eyes going wide as he called her name.

Everyone else whipped around to face her and Rowan and yell “Surprise!”

Unfortunately, Aedion still had a stick in his hands; and he quickly turned, it nailed Fenrys in the head.

Rowan stood there gaping as Fenrys let out a loud sound between a yelp and a groan, before falling to the ground, knocked out.

“Shit! Who’d I hit?” Aedion asked as he ripped off the blindfold, and tuned to see what—or, who—exactly he had swung at.

Mostly in shock, a little bit in amusement, everyone watched as Fenrys slowly groaned, lifted his head only to wince and bring his hand up to hold it, and opened his eyes.

“…Surprise”

***

“You know, this may be my most memorable birthday.” Aelin was perched on Rowan’s lap, eating a piece of the outer space-themed cake.

Her boyfriend groaned and pressed his face into her shoulder.

“I’ll take it. Memorable is better than disastrous.”

She threw her head back and laughed.

After Fenrys woke up, Yrene came over to check on him and make sure he was going to be alright. She didn’t think he had a concussion, but she put Aedion in charge of watching him. His punishment, apparently. They were currently at another table with Lysandra, Lorcan, and Elide.

Aelin looked over to the other end of the gazebo and watched as Chaol and Yrene sat with Dorian and Manon, the latter was trying her best to pretend she was interested in the conversation. By the heated looks she and Dorian were giving each other, Aelin didn’t think those two would be sticking around too long.

Turning back to Rowan, Aelin smiled.

“Thank you, Buzzard. I love it.” She grinned as he rolled his eyes, but he tightened his grip on her and pulled her face down to his.

“Happy Birthday, Fireheart.”

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you-cant-spell-subtext-without · 4 years ago

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Since [redacted] seems to have forgotten the character of Sam Winchester, I wanted to give everyone a brief reminder that this is Not My Sam Winchester. Not the one who always wanted Dean to fight to keep living, to keep loving, to keep embracing that he is worthy and valued and deserving of happiness and a fulfilled life. Not the one who got addicted to demon blood so he could save people possessed by demons by pulling the demon out of them without harming their bodies. Not this Sam. Sam Winchester is not a man who would be happy someone else died so he could live.

But since we are all talking about it, buddies -

[insert banner art with WINC*ST shippers keep your hands off this post here]

Receipts after the cut.

(I also wanted to add that honestly this commentary is not surprising. See this post.)

2x22 All Hell Breaks Loose (part 2)

SAM (Voice breaking)

How long do you get?

DEAN

One year. (SAM nods, tears in his eyes.) I got one year.

SAM

You shouldn't've done that. How could you do that?

DEAN

Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job.

SAM

And what do you think my job is?

DEAN

What?

SAM

You've saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you?

And I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change.

3x10 Dream a Little Dream of Me

05x22 Swan Song

DEAN

So then what am I supposed to do? SAM

You go find Lisa. You pray to god she's dumb enough to take you in, and you – you have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple-pie life, Dean. Promise me.

8x22 Clip Show

SAM

You heard Crowley. He's not gonna let one near us, and without a demon, all we can do is sit back and watch people we know, people we saved, die like Sarah.

DEAN

So what are you saying?

SAM

I'm saying... Maybe this isn't one we can win. Maybe we should just take the deal.

8x23 Sacrifice

9x07 Bad Boys

SAM You just got lucky?

DEAN nods.

SAM (continues) Kind of like you did with this place. I mean, here I was thinking this was the worst part of your life, and it turns out it was the best. Why'd you ever leave?

DEAN Never felt right.

SAM Really?

SAM Dean ... Thank you.

DEAN For what?

SAM For always being there, for – having my back. Look, I know it always hasn't been easy …

10x07 Girls Girls Girls

SAM

What you said earlier, back there, about being past saving -- were you really --

10x23 Brother’s Keeper

DEAN

And I was wrong. You were right, Sam. You knew that this world would be better without us in it.

SAM

No, no, no, wait a second. You're twisting my words here, Dean.

[Sam reaches into his jacket and holds some photos in his hand]

SAM

Take these. And one day, when you find your way back... Let these be your guide. And they can help you remember what it was to be good...what it was to love.

[Sam looks down and places the two pictures we saw in the opening on the floor. One of Mary Winchester and Dean as a young boy and another of Mary, Dean and Sam as an infant. Sam looks back up at Dean and Dean hesitates, looking conflicted. Death is standing behind Dean]

11x02 Form and Void

Dean deserves a life.”

11x05 Thin Lizzie

11x23 Alpha and Omega

SAM:

Dean, you know, you don't have to do this.

12x22 Who We Are

SAM

Promise.

13x23 Let the Good Times Roll

SAM

Kill me.

JACK

What? ‭

SAM

Kill me.‬‬‬‬

You can stop him, Jack. You can get your power back.

JACK

No, I-I c-can't.

‭‬‬‬SAM

What?‬

JACK

I know you can.

14x01 Stranger in a Strange Land

SAM

Cas, I -- No, I-I-I don't blame you. I... Honestly, I-I wish I'd have thought of it first. If it meant finding Dean, I-I'd work with --

14x12 Prophet and Loss

SAM You have one card today! But we’ll find another tomorrow. But if you quit on us today, there will be no tomorrow! You tell me, uh, you don’t know what else to do. I don’t either, Dean. Not yet. But what you’re doing now, i-it’s – it’s wrong! It’s quitting! I mean, l-look what just happened. Donatello never quit fighting. So we could help him because he never gave up.

14x20 Moriah

SAM

I'm the one who brought him back, and I brought him back because he's family. And then he came back, and he burned his soul off to save us... you and me. And now what? You... Now you... you want my permission? You want me to say I'm cool with losing him and losing you all at once? 'Cause I can't do that. I won't say that, 'cause I...

15x20: Carry On (I am so mad I am so mad I am SO mad that I even had to go to this transcript but this is important to include)

SAM

Yeah.

Um... alright.

I'll call for help. I'll get the first-aid kit.

***I’m sure there are more examples than this, but none of this tracks with what was said in the article. THIS is the show I watched.

Honestly, the only Sam That Would Have Agreed With What Was Said is this one -

#I will take him in the pan #destiel #hellerism #spn #supernatural #spn fandom #deancas #not my sam winchester #spn family #spn analysis #spn recaps #spn summary #sam would want dean to stay alive

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shyficwriter · 4 years ago

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An Untamed Fire | Part 2

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader X Guardians Part 2 in a series: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Summary: Peter, Gamora, and Drax set out to find you, and you learn something about your powers.

Author’s Note: Based off this prompt from Anon. This was originally going to be a one-shot, but then Tumblr told me I had reached the post length limit, sooo I had to break it up into different chapters. And then I stopped writing for like... forever. And now it’s here. Some people asked in the notes of the last part to be tagged when this came out, so here you go : @sourwolf-sterek32 @b-brightlee @capitanostella @stranger-blink @cas-kingdom Word Count: 2121

You woke the next morning stiff from being curled up in the thicket all night. You would have chosen to just stay in the thicket forever if it weren’t for unfortunate morning ...duties you needed to take care of, one of which being finding water as your throat was incredibly dry from having cried yourself to sleep the night before. After you took care of the more pressing matters you set off to find a stream or any other source of water, all the while trying to figure out where you would go after that.

***

Peter and Gamora woke early and prepared to go looking for you. Drax woke shortly later and announced he was going to help search as well. Rocket kept to his word and refused to leave the ship, and little Groot wanted to help search but Peter suggested he stay behind with Rocket, as well as Mantis.

After making sure Drax and Gamora had their communicators on them, he suggested they split up and cover more ground. "If anyone finds her, call back to the others so they can head in that direction, just in case she tries to run again, ok?" Peter instructed.

The others agreed and they set off in different directions to look for you.

***

You had walked for nearly twenty minutes before you heard running water. It was another 10 before the river finally fell into your line of sight. When you reached the water you tentatively tested it to make sure it was safe and not some crazy river of anything not water and possibly deadly. Thankfully it seemed to be just water, and you gratefully drank and splashed some on your face.

You sat on the edge of the bank against a large tree, wondering what your next move would be when you heard a twig snap from somewhere behind you, making you jolt. You quickly stood and hid behind some flowering bushes near your tree, carefully looking for the source of the sound. A few moments passed of relative silence before you heard the sound again, closer this time.

You scanned the dense forest from the safety of your hiding place for whatever was producing the noise and after a few moments you were finally granted an answer. A large, black, elk-like creature walked out of the brush and towards the stream of water, followed by three much smaller offspring. The creatures had bodies like elk, only perhaps squatter, with faces more similar to those of goats. They had no tails, but they did have large steer like horns sprouting from their heads and greyish underbellies. They held an odd beauty and grace about them and you relaxed, opting to watch them silently so as to not scare them away as they drank.

However, good things don't always last forever.

You had been watching for several long moments before you let out a startled scream upon feeling a hand rest on your shoulder, no doubt scaring the creatures away.

You quickly whip around to find Drax standing before you. You tried to back away, but only succeeding in backing into the tree you had been leaning on previously.

"Wait!" Drax said, holding his hands up. "I do not wish to kill you!"

Your eyes widen in confusion and surprise. 'Kill me? Was that an option on the table right now?' You thought.

Drax continued, "I've already contacted Peter and Gamora, they will be here soon in case you try to run. We don't wish to harm you."

"Drax please, just leave me!" You beg exhaustedly, looking around and realizing there was no way for you to take off. There was a stream to your left, bushes to your right, a giant tree against your back, and Drax in front of you. There was no option that allowed you to get away quickly. Even if there was you knew you probably couldn't outrun Drax. "You saw what I did, there's no place for someone like me on the team!"

“We can find one.” Drax attempted to reason. “We can help you contr- Wait! Stop!” he suddenly shouted, his face one of surprised concern as he grabbed you and pulled you away from the bush.

You looked over to see that the leaves of the bush, once lush and green, were now drying out and smoldering away, glowing red edges illuminating how the flowers were now dehydrating and turning to ash, crumbling off their stems. Somehow you were evaporating the moisture out of the foliage to allow it to burn. You had no idea you could even do that.

Peter and Gamora broke through some more bushes and came upon the scene, first seeing Drax's hold on your arm and then glancing over to see the still smoldering bush, eyes widening. You began to shake and turned into Drax’s chest and sobbed. Through your tears you tried to explain that you couldn’t control it, that you didn’t know how to make it stop.

Drax, not the best with strong emotions, awkwardly hugged you in an attempt at comfort. “I know, but we can help you learn how to control it. I believe in you.” he said comfortingly. However, after saying this he looked at Peter to shake his head in a “I don’t really believe,” gesture as you continued to bury your face in his chest.

Gamora attempted to reason with you. “Look, we can help you. You don’t have to live in fear of this ability!” “You should have come to us, we would have understood.” added Peter.

“How could you?” you say disbelievingly, finally pulling away from Drax to turn and look at them. “How could you possibly understand?”

Peter looked at Gamora for help, to which she gestured that she had nothing to offer. Yes, he could bring up how he briefly had powers before he killed his birth father, but that didn’t seem to be helpful at the moment considering his powers never caused him to accidentally destroy anything or hurt anyone. There was also the fact that he was only really aware of them for a day before he lost them.

“That’s what I thought.” you say sullenly. “I’m a freak, and I literally destroy everything.” you gestured to the bush, a third of the way gone by now.

“Look, ah, we can start now.” started Peter. “Just, ah, concentrate and try to stop burning this bush.”

“Don’t you get it?” you exclaim. “I don’t know how to stop the fires on my own! I don’t even know if I can! I just try to smother them as quick as I can, and I can’t exactly smother that, now can I? The bush is nearly as tall as me!” As you spoke the smoldering only seemed to quicken in pace and small flames started to sprout throughout the already smoldering foliage, making the others nervous.

“Try to relax.” Gamora offered. “Try to clear your mind, see if that works.”

You thought the idea stupid, how could you possibly clear your mind right now? However, you attempted anyway, closing your eyes.

“Ok. Now just breathe.”

You steadied you breathing and tried to visualize the fire stopping. You opened your eyes and continued to focus on thinking on trying to stop the fire.

This continued for several minutes before Drax spoke up.

"Nothing is changing. Maybe she can’t?"

"Wow, way to be supportive, buddy." Peter scolded, rolling his eyes. However, it was true that nothing had really changed. The burning may have slowed, but the bush was nearly halfway burned now. With no way to transport water from the stream to throw on the smoldering bush, you all knew it was time for a crash session in controlling your powers if you didn’t want to accidentally burn down the forest.

"Hmmm..." Gamora thought a moment. "When this happens, how do you normally feel?"

You winced, talking about feelings wasn't exactly something you felt like doing right now, you weren’t exactly great about sharing your feelings with others. Suddenly a pop and an explosion of sparks from the bush made you all jump.

“Wait! What were you feeling just then?” Gamora asked, getting an idea.

“Is that really important right now?” you asked, sighing in frustration.

“Yes.” Gamora stated. “I think how you feel has an effect on your ability. Think about it, it’s an extension of yourself. Like an arm or a leg.”

“I’m listening.” you respond with a raised eyebrow. You had never thought about your power like that before, and the thought was rather intriguing.

“You can think about moving your arm, and it doesn’t necessarily happen. You have to will it to happen if you want your limbs to move, right?” she looked at you expectantly, hoping you would understand where she was going.

“Yeah...” You were actually pretty surprised, she was making a lot of sense. Peter and Drax looked impressed as well.

“So, if I were to do this,” she pinched Peter’s arm, making him jerk back with an irritated yelp. “then Peter moves automatically. He doesn’t think to react, he wills his body to move in reflex to the pain. What if this is a reflex to being upset?” she motioned to the bush.

“Like earlier with Rocket!” Peter realized. “He was being a total dick and you set his tail on fire.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you despair, covering your face in shame. Another pop could be heard from the bush, and the others noticed the burning had increased in pace again, now spreading into the next bush. If you couldn’t make this stop, there was a chance there was about to be a much bigger problem on all your hands.

“We know, we know!” Gamora soothed. “But use that! I don’t think you can control it by thinking, I think you need to will it.”

“Yeah.” Peter agreed. “Yondu told me that’s how he controlled his arrow. He didn’t use his head, he used his heart.” Peter’s own heart tugged at the memory, remembering how that advice had helped him back with Ego. “Don’t think about it, just use your heart.”

You looked at Peter and nodded before turning back to the bush. “Alright. I’ll try.” You closed your eyes once more, thinking that perhaps trying to clear your mind would help when your thoughts were interrupted by Peter interjecting.

“Try to think happy thoughts.”

You actually let a short laugh at the idea. “Alright, Peter Pan.” you quipped, rolling your eyes and letting a small smile slip. “What’s next? Gonna tell me you got fairy dust in your pocket?”

“I thought his last name was Quill?” questioned Drax. “And what is ‘fairy dust’?”

As Peter explained to Drax that, yes his last name was still Quill and who Peter Pan was Gamora noticed your demeanor had changed. You seemed much less anxious. She also noticed that the actual flames had extinguished and that the bush was now back to just smoldering slowly and she nudged Peter so he could also take notice of this. You, however, had let yourself become distracted by Peter and hadn’t noticed yet. “Hey, it’s actually working.” Peter said, bringing your attention back to the bush. “Happy thoughts wasn’t such a dumb idea after all, was it?”

“Oh shut it, doofus.” you cracked back, not wanting to admit his silly idea was working, but the others could see the relief in your eyes as you indeed realized it to be true.

“Nope! Now ya gotta admit I was right.” Peter laughed, pulling you into a hug and ruffling your hair. He knew you wouldn’t say it out loud, but he knew it always cheered you up when he was playful with you, cracking dumb jokes and wrestling together like children. He looked over to Gamora and she understood what he was doing. He was finding your happy thoughts.

You laughed and tried to shove him away. “Quit it! Did you forget I’m supposed to be trying to put that bush out?”

“Doesn’t look to be on fire to me, look.” he said, turning you to see the bush, now mostly ash and half its size, but very much not on fire anymore.

Your eyes began to water, tears of relief threatening to spill over as you turned around and hugged him tightly. “I can’t believe that worked. I-I did it. I stopped it!” you looked up into his eyes. “Thank you.” you said softly.

Peter responded by hugging you tighter. “We knew you could do it, kiddo.”

“I had doubts.” Drax murmured, receiving a punch in the arm from Gamora before the four of you began to make your way back to the ship.

#gotg #gotg fanfiction #gotg vol 2 #peter quill #peter quill x reader #gamora #drax #Drax The Destroyer #fanfic #fanfiction

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shy-violet-soul · 4 years ago

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Puppy Love

Summary: When Uncle Dean takes his first solo niece-sitting gig, what could possibly go wrong? Characters: Dean Winchester, Castile, Sam Winchester x reader, & OC Erica from a story written by @kittenofdoomage titled “Rainbows in the Sun” Word Count: 2,600 Warnings: none! Tooth rotting fluff

A/N: I had the privilege and delight of reading @kittenofdoomage Supernatural series, “Rainbows in the Storm”, on Patreon. If you’re not a patron of hers, you are missing out! I quickly fell in love with this amazing story - her characterization and nail-biting cliffhangers kept me hooked the whole way through. But one little sentence in the Epilogue had me laughing, and my imagination ran away with me. This is for you, @kittenofdoomage !

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Dean Winchester didn’t brag about his assets often. But he had zero problem with his pride at the oft given praises his mouth had earned from the ladies. His lips had brought delight to many a babe. The current babe in his arms was no different.

The fact that she was four months old, and his niece, didn’t detract from his pride one iota.

Crossing his eyes, Dean happily blew raspberries continuously as he leaned down before smacking noisy kisses under her chin. Erica’s baby giggles burst forth as she waved her hands, and Dean had to do it again.

“Thhhhbbbffft,” he wagged his face side to side as he leaned down, letting his nose rub against her tiny chest tickingly before diving back under one round cheek and smacking more kisses. Dimples winked up at Uncle Dee, Erica’s still-baby-blue eyes gazing up at him with delight, and he fell a little more in love yet again.

“You’re adorable,” came his matter of fact observation. Erica grinned her agreement. “Good genes, darlin’. You got your mama’s nose, and I’m pretty sure your killer Winchester smile from your uncle, not your daddy.” With the ease of long practice, Dean swiped the burp cloth from his shoulder and dabbed at the drool on her tiny chin. “Do me a favor and smile a lot. Like me, not like Mr. Grumpy Pants Daddy.”

Delicate eyebrows knitted together as Erica cooed seriously. Dean nodded proudly. “That’s my girl. Now, your mama said not to worry about your bath. I think it’s because she doesn’t think I can handle it. You and I both know that’s crap, right?” Erica chewed intently on her fists in answer. “Right. So gimme one more giggle and then it’s ‘Rubber Ducky, You’re the One’. Here we go!”

One more time, Dean raspberried down, down to Erica’s sweet smiling face. Just as he started growling under her chin, her squeal changed into something weird. Several things crammed into Dean’s brain in about a millisecond.

One - Erica sounded like she yipped. Like, puppy yipped. But that couldn’t be. He was wrong.

Two - her soft, slightly drool-slimy chin was suddenly different soft. Like fluffy furry soft. Which also couldn't be. He had to be wrong.

Three - the chubby little fists she loved to chew on suddenly swiped claws against his face. Like, claws. Puppy claws. Which also so very much please couldn’t be.

Please, oh please, Dean wanted to be wrong.

Post millisecond, Dean yanked himself upright and felt his stomach drop straight to Rowena’s throne room.

A chubby, fluffy wolf pup - adorable, yes, but a freakin’ wolf pup - lay wriggling in his lap, snout wreathed in puppy smiles as it waved its paws up at him.

Dumbfounded, Dean sat frozen for a moment. He slowly stood up, holding the pup at arms length before gently setting it on the couch. Then, he frantically searched under the throw pillows at each end, under your blanket tossed over the back, even under the couch itself for his suddenly missing niece. No human baby surfaced.

His frantic gaze fell on the wolf pup. It lounged right where he’d laid it, studying him curiously. Erica’s cute lady-bug onesie and leggings stretched and gapped in equal measures around fluffy legs and paws, and the red barrette he’d painstakingly affixed into his human niece’s hair earlier sat holding a hank of creamy-brown fur straight up between its ears.

“Oh, crap”

At his whisper, the wolf pup smiled happily and launched itself at him. His reflexes kicked in and his arms scooped the little bundle against his chest, falling backwards to the floor. The pup wiggled its way up his chest and slopped a lick against his chin before gazing into his eyes lovingly.

Gazed with Erica’s still-baby-blue eyes.

“Son of a bitch!” Tucking pup-Erica under one arm, Dean dove for his cell phone. “Cas!” Pup-Erica playful clawed and nipped at his phone as he frantically tried to call Sam. No answer, straight to voicemail. Same thing for your phone. This was bad.

“CAS!”

“Hello, Dean.”

The hunter didn’t even hesitate, just thrust the pup at the angel.

“Fix this!” he bellowed, pup-Erica wiggling happily in his grasp at the sight of her other uncle. Castiel tilted his head as he stared at the pup.

“Hello, Erica. Are you enjoying your first shift?” She yipped as Castiel took her in his arms, slopping kiss after kiss on his face. “I’m happy to see you, too.”

Dean had braced his hands on his legs as he leaned down, head between his knees as he wheezed in air. Cas stared at him quizzically.

“Dean, are you alright?”

He raised a hand, wordlessly asking for a moment. “I think I’m having a heart attack. Or a stroke. Maybe an explosive ulcer,” he croaked out.

Nonplussed, Cas pressed two fingers against Dean’s forehead. “I detect none of these events occurring, Dean. Although your blood pressure is highly elevated, and you appear to be generating a migraine. I can’t heal that until your heart rate slows down. You should try to relax.”

Dean’s hands fisted onto Cas’s trench coat collars, pulling himself up to standing to glare maniacally into his friend’s placid gaze.

“My niece is a dog, Cas! I’m not going to relax! I’m going to be murdered when they get back! Sam’s gonna...” His grip loosened as his thoughts zoomed to your reaction. “She’s going to chew me to kibble.” Horror trembled in his whisper as he dragged his hands over his face.

Sad, tiny whining begged for attention as a tentative paw patted at his arm. Still dazed beyond comprehension, Dean blinked down at the blue eyes staring woefully up at him. By sheer habit, Dean tucked the little one into his arms, warmth filling his chest when she snuggled into his shoulder - just like human-Erica did. The high-pitched whine echoed from her chest into a full-fledged howl that Dean would later recall as ridiculously cute. But now, his niece was sad and needed her uncle.

“It’s alright, ladybug, it’s alright. Look, Uncle Dee’s ok. Uncle Cas and me are gonna take care of you, don’t you worry.” Instinctively, Dean moved to pat her back before switching gears to gently scritching her ears. “Cas, can you talk to her?”

“While I can speak to lycans in their wolf form, as a juvenile, she still has not learned words. She’s upset right now, but calming. However, she has forgotten in the urgency of the moment that she’s hungry.”

Dean’s eyes closed as this new challenge presented itself. When Erica whined again, cuddling closer, he snapped to attention.

“Alright. We’ve got a highly experienced hunter and an angel. We got this. We can take care of one baby wolfed-out lycan.”

Two destroyed bottle nipples and a spilled canister of powdered formula later, Dean wasn’t sure they had this at all. Cas currently sat at the kitchen table with Erica, dipping his fingers into a bowl of formula and letting her lick and suck to her heart’s content. However, the going was slow, so Dean was improvising plan B. He’d dug up one of his softest old tshirts and some of your hair ties. In moments, he had fashioned a teat that he hoped to kingdom come would work.

“Alight, Cas, give her here.” Frustrated and hungry, Erica growled as she tried to climb into the formula bowl, her nose and face liberally coated with the white liquid. Working in tandem, Cas started soaking the cloth teat in the formula while Dean wrapped his flannel shirt around the wriggling pup, using the sleeves to swaddle her still. Then, he cradled her in his elbow and mentally crossed his fingers. Erica nosed the soaked fabric curiously before giving a tentative lick, then a bit of a chomp. Two seconds later, she was sucking with gusto, tiny grunts of approval rumbling from her. When Dean pulled it away to resoak it, the pup was not impressed; demanding, squeaky barks let her uncles know to hurry it up! Both men chuckled as the feeding went on until Erica stopped sucking and just chewed.

“Good job, ladybug,” Dean praised as he unwound the flannel from about her. “Look at that fat little belly!” With a gentle touch, he tickled the soft pink skin, laughing again when she squirmed, panting happily. Dean handed her off to Cas while he snagged the bowl, carefully stepping over the drifts of powdered formula. “Gotta say, Cas, didn’t know you were so experienced with wolf baby care.”

“I once cared for a baby elephant who had been separated from his mother in the sub-Saharan plains. It’s pretty much the same thing.”

Water running as he washed the bowl, Dean sent a scoff over his shoulder at the angel.

“No, Cas. It really isn’t.” A pause as Dean fully turned to look at his friend. “Where is she?”

“Who?”

Dean’s eyes rolled so hard, they saw it from space. “The Duchess of Cambridge. Erica, you dumb ass!”

The angel looked down and glanced around him, his arms glaringly empty. “She’s not here.”

Dean’s left eyelid started twitching. Wasn’t that a symptom of a stroke? “I can see that. Why are you not holding her?”

“She wanted down.”

A faint cracking sound in his skull only faintly registered with Dean; probably a molar, but that was an issue for later. “She wanted down? That’s all you got? She wanted down?!” That migraine from earlier suddenly flared to life, and Dean nearly broke a bone in his scramble into the library.

“ERICA!!! Come to Uncle Dee, honey!” A cheerful yip and rhythmic claw clicking caught his ear, and Dean turned his head so quickly he gave himself a crick. Luck was on their side - Erica’s human baby clothes had hobbled wolf pup Erica, and her limping, lopping progress in their direction was pure cuteness. Dean hit his knees and swept her into his arms. “Ladybug, you can’t do that to your uncle! He’s an old man!” He pressed kiss after kiss to her wet nose, gratefully accepting her boisterous and slightly drooly puppy kisses. Even the one that went in his eyeball.

Sending Cas a glare of pure exasperation, he began wrestling the baby clothes off the wiggly bundle of fluff.

“Alright. We’ve survived two crises, I think the worst is behind us.”

All seriousness and brevity, Cas nodded as he straightened, scooping a small, leather-bound copy of A Hystori of Caledonian Monsters from the floor. The aged tome bore a surprising amount of chewing and puppy drool from the short amount of time of his niece’s unsupervised freedom.

“Agreed.”

- - - 2 hours later - - -

Sam grinned down at you dopily as you both trudged down the long hall from the garage. The long-overdue date hadn’t been what he’d originally planned. But when the waxing moon and wildflower-scented breeze had hit them both, candlelight and overpriced pasta didn’t seem near as appealing as sizzling sexy times in the back seat, burgers and fries and milkshakes from the drive through, and shifting to frolic in the tall, windswept grass of an open field.

The quiet of the bunker wasn’t terribly unsurprising; Uncle Dee was a veritable decibel defender when it came to his niece’s nap time. No baby girl of mine is growing up used to only four hours and calling that rest! he had scorned. The fact that the newborn was only sleeping four hours at a time anyway, and wasn’t his actual daughter, was resolutely ignored.

What was surprising was the carnage that greeted them. Library chairs laid on their sides in some type of corral. Erica’s baby toys rested in varying stages of repose or destruction. Burp clothes, towels, and receiving blankets were scattered, some whole, some slightly torn. An open bottle of baby shampoo slowly glugged its contents onto the table. Someone had attempted to hide some damaged lore books behind a lamp. And pillows - so many pillows - were everywhere, their feathery guts flung to every corner of the room.

Instantly on alert, Sam waved you to stay back as he drew his gun and began easing forward. Senses honed by years of battle didn’t pick up on any immediate threat, but the proof before him clearly spoke otherwise. When your hands fisted into his shirt, fingers trembling in sudden fear, he reached back to touch your back reassuringly.

“Dean?” he shouted questioningly. His voice echoed against the cavernous ceiling, but still no foe came at them. With a tentative touch, he nudged a tired pillow over, finding another damaged lore book beneath it. Sam gingerly grabbed it, lifting it up to squint at the mangled leather and paper.

“Are those…” you started haltingly, peering over his shoulder.

“They look like...tiny teeth marks.” You stared at Sam wordlessly before you both sprinted for the bedrooms. The nursery door banged against the wall loudly, and the occupants of the room flinched but didn’t stir beyond that.

One side of the crib was hanging haphazardly from its left-side screws, a blanket strangled in the slats. A stuffed tiger toy that you secretly hated lay with its head missing and cotton stuffing innards hanging out. No less than 11 diapers scattered across the floor with the tapes missing. Sleeper legs and flannel blankets dangled from open dresser drawers. Clouds of baby powder, liberally dusted into higgledee piggledee piles, still hazed the light glowing from the lamp near the upholstered rocking recliner in the corner. In the middle of the madness lay the hapless heroes.

They had somehow managed to winch Dean’s fancy memory foam mattress into the room, one corner of it caught and peeling up against the toy chest. Cas lay on one side, his trench coat hanging off one arm and his tie out from under his collar and wrinkled beyond belief. Dean looked no better; his grey tshirt showed dark swathes of damp that smelled like baby shampoo. His hair stood up in weird handfuls, as if he’d been gripping it in his fists in desperation. Shoeless, he only wore one sock. A handful of raggedy baby wipes poked out of his back pocket.

And between them both, tenderly snuggled into a nest of nearly every blanket in the bunker lay a precious creamy-brown wolf pup, sleeping contentedly without a care in the world.

Sam knew his jaw had hit the floor, and figured you were in the same boat.

“Is that...her?”

You took a couple of careful steps forward into the wreckage. Closing your eyes, you let your stronger lycan senses take over. The soft, sugary scent of honeysuckle comforted your mama heart as you smiled in disbelief.

“Yep, that’s her.”

“You mean she had her first shift and we missed it?!”

Chuckling softly, you picked your way through the baby item minefield. Only a Winchester would be more upset about missing a baby’s first shift than the absolute destruction of their home.

“It looks like.”

“What do we do? Does she know how to shift back?”

You pursed your lips thoughtfully, stilling them Erica twitched and squeaked in her sleep. “I don’t know. I’ll call my mom, maybe she can help us.”

Warm, long fingers curled around your hips to tug you back against him. You could sense his delight at the picture before them. Whatever had happened, his brother and friend had adapted and overcome. His daughter was so loved.

“I guess we should wake them up.”

You grinned as you dug out your phone. “Not until I get a picture.”

#dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #loved this series!#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction

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fablesrose · 4 years ago

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Tell Me a Story 4 (Finale)

Summary: Finally, Chuck is out of the picture. Happily ever after, right? Looks like we’re taking a detour.

Word Count: 1,837

Pairing: fbi!dean x mafia!reader

Square Filled: Mutual Pining

Masterlist ~ Bingo Masterlist

Other parts in Bingo Masterlist!

A/n: SURPRISE! I’m posting this a day early because I wanted to. Final chapter to Tell Me a Story! All of them have corresponded with @girl-next-door-writes Make Me Feel Bingo. Thank you all for reading!

“I still can’t believe they did this to you!”

“I can.”

“I mean, you helped take down Chuck! A highly wanted crime lord! They can’t do this!”

“Dean, you and I both know they very well can,” I readjusted the plastic phone against my ear as Dean looked angrily at me through the glass.

“You shouldn’t be in prison.” He tapped at the table subconsciously.

I shrugged, “Nothing either of us can do. They connected me to some other unsolved crimes, getting Chuck reduced my sentence by quite a bit though, so there’s that.”

He nodded, knowing I was right, but still angry.

I looked him over and bit at the inside of my lip, “You kind of robbed me, you know that?”

“Hmm?”

“You look good in a suit.”

He smiled beautifully, though I could see some blush on his ears, “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Oh yeah,” I gestured to my jumpsuit, “because prison orange is totally my color right?”

He laughed, “I meant for the circumstances.”

“Suuurrreee...” I smiled teasingly at him. “You back at the FBI?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Got any new cases with hot girls?”

“No, but if I did they wouldn’t compare to you.”

“That’s hilarious,” I tried to hide my blush, but I was sure it wasn’t working very well.

“You holding up okay in there? Your shoulder okay?”

“Dean, we talked about this, that was months ago, my shoulder is fine. I’m bored out of my mind most of the time. What am I supposed to do if I’m not getting into knife fights with teenagers?” I giggled at him and he joined in.

“Yeah, okay, okay.” Dean turned as a guard tapped his shoulder, “Alright, visiting hours are now over, I get it.”

I glanced around and saw that we were the last ones left.

Dean placed his hand on the glass, “Hang in there, okay Angel?”

I smiled and placed my hand on his on my side of the barrier, “You got it Hot Shot.”

I didn’t get many visitors. Dean came the most often. Eventually Dean talked to Sam and told him that I was here. We caught up for a couple of visits. He’s really happy. He also told me that his wife doesn’t enjoy the thought of him coming to a prison frequently, which I don’t blame her, so he only comes occasionally.

“You know, Meg calls me sometimes.”

“At the FBI?” I was confused and impressed at the same time. She really did like Dean.

“Yeah, it’s always from a pay phone. She asks about you. If you’re okay.”

I blinked, “I… I was not expecting that.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I didn’t either.”

“Why don’t you tell her to stop by if she’s so worried about me next time she calls?”

“I will.”

It seemed Meg never took me up on my offer, but Dean did say that she and the boys sent their love when he told her. That’s okay though, I wouldn’t want to see what the inside of a prison looks like either.

I did, however get an unexpected, though not unwanted, visitor.

“Castiel! It’s so good to see you!”

“Hello Y/n.” He had the usual look on his face: tired, serious, slightly confused.

I shifted to a more comfortable position in my highly uncomfortable chair, “So how’s the city all mafia free?”

He sighed, “I wish that were true. The Fallen are still running around. A name has been in the rumors of who’s taken over. A Rowena.”

“Damn, I thought she was dead.”

“So you know her?” He leaned forward extremely interested.

I leaned back, “She won’t cause you too much trouble. She was in very close relations with Crowley. She’ll help build the city back up, maybe even get somethings legal.” I paused to think, “At least, that’s what she would have done when I knew her. It’s been a while, and I don’t plan on meeting up with her again.”

Cas’ shoulders slumped a little bit, “Hmm...”

“At least you’re not bored.”

He rubbed his eyes with one hand, “I wish that were true too.”

I smirked, “Awe, don’t tell me that you missed me.”

“I won’t.”

“Well, I missed our little talks too.” I smiled at him, trying to show him I was sincere. “Speaking of little talks, have you talked to Meg since I’ve been gone?”

He mumbled something.

“Hmm?”

“I said no, she’s in the mob Y/n!”

“I was in the mob and you talked to me.”

“This is different and you know it.”

I knocked on the glass, “Come on Cas! You need a little creativity and fluidity in your stiff life. Bring some joy. I think Meg can do that. She likes you, you like her, and don’t tell her I told you or else she will break in here just to kill me. That is highly classified.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he kept his eyes on the table, softly scratching at it.

“You’re a good man Cas, remember that.”

He didn’t comment on that, but raised his head suddenly with a burst of confused energy, “Speaking of classified, why didn’t you tell me that you were working to take Chuck out of power.”

I looked at him sympathetically, “I think you know why Cas.”

“I would have helped you.”

“I know.”

“You know, I think we would have been friends, in another life. If you believe in that sort of thing.”

“What are we not friends now?”

His smile made his eyes crinkle, “We would have been good friends, close friends. Not separated by lines.”

“How ‘bout the new life when I get out of here huh? Would we be friends then?”

“Well that depends, are you going to live a good life?”

I exaggeratedly concentrated, “I don’t know yet. I still have time to think about it though, don’t I?”

He laughed, “Yeah, I guess you do.” We just looked at each other for a moment, wondering what was next. “You’re a good woman, Y/n. I hope you know that.”

I bit my lip before giving him a half smile, “Thanks for stopping by Cas. See you again?”

He stood up with a teasing look on his face and said before he hung up the phone, “I’ll think about it.”

The days slowly ticked by. While these various conversations were heaven sent, they only took up so much of my time, and there were only so many days people could come and talk. And there were only so many people who would.

In my down time I ended up picking up a pen. Making stories was strangely soothing. It was a place where I could do what ever I want, be what ever I wanted to be. I started to see why Chuck liked them so much. We’re all just trying to escape.

I swear I was starting to become a romantic. Dean stopped by and as a lull in the conversation came, I traced his face with my eyes. Every line, every inch. His facial hair was a short scruff, but well kept. The annoyingly bright artificial lights reflected off his skin and made his eyes sparkle. This man was going to be the death of me.

For a moment, but only that, I thought he might have been doing the same to me, but then he swallowed and looked at the table for a second before breaking the silence. “I got assigned to a case so I’m going to be busier.”

I nodded in understanding, “Congrats, I miss- I’ll miss you.”

He smiled softly, waiting for me to cover his hand on the glass, “I’ll miss you too.”

The last couple of months of my sentence were quiet. Dean didn’t come by as much, if at all. I wasn’t sure if time was moving faster or slower, if it even existed. Then, out of nowhere, they gave me my clothes and possessions, and told me I was free to go.

I walked out in the dress I was wearing to court, I probably should have worn heels, but I was stubborn and had worn boots with it instead. As I walked through the doors the warm sun hit my face and I took a moment to breathe the fresh air as a free woman.

As I walked toward the gate I saw a familiar man leaning against the fence. I was delighted to see that he was wearing my favorite suit, and it looked even better on him out in the open and not through the dingy glass in the prison. I could tell it was tailored to him, going the extra mile in flattering his figure.

“Hey Hot Shot.”

He pushed himself off the fence making it clang against itself as he locked eyes with me, “Hey Angel.”

We walked toward each other until we were face to face, “And what are you doing here?”

“I figured you could use a ride.”

I smiled and snuck a glance at his car, “Is that all?”

He sighed and looked up at the sky before looking back at me, as if he was hyping himself up for something, “No… I also wanted to say something that I’ve been wanting to for a long time.”

I bit my lip, wondering if I should get my hopes up I whispered, “What would that be?”

He took a step closer, “That I love you.” His hands reached out and grabbed my arms as if making sure I was really here.

I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face, “Why didn’t you say it earlier?”

“Because then I couldn’t do this,” he pulled me closer and dipped his head towards mine, “may I?”

“I’ve been waiting too long for this for you to stop now.” I met him where he was which seemed to surprise him slightly.

My hand traveled up until it was running through his hair. My other hand rested on his shoulder to give me some stability. His hands left my arms and found their way to my waist where he could pull me closer.

He was firm and eager like he had waited too long too. He nibbled on my lip to which I let out a moan before softly pulling away.

“I love you too.”

He kissed my cheek gently, “You know, ever since that ally way I’ve been wondering what those noises sounded like for real.”

I laughed and shoved him playfully, “Is that so!”

He laughed with me and grabbed my waist with one arm to lead me toward his car, “Yeah… I hope you haven’t been too bored in there without my company.”

“Oh, I’ve managed. I actually took up writing to fill up my time. Knights in shining armor, villains with a cause.”

“That sounds very interesting.”

I huffed lightly, “So what made you make the stupid decision of loving me?”

He smiled and paused to give me one more loving kiss.

“Come on Angel, let me tell you a story.”

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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 19) (With visuals included 😉)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

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CHAPTER 18

WOTN MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Evil is evil. People and abomination may be the reason why the world can't be a better place especially in the continent.

Warnings: Blood. The 'Kikker' mentioned here ain't a real monster in the witcher. I just made it up. A bloody, thrashed reader. A maddened, feral, tired witcher. Degrading names. People being assholes. With Geralt’s visuals included but I don’t know how this is a warning?

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A/N: A story cannot consist of only glitters and rainbows. Sometimes, it's better to add darkness in it and a ton shit of angst. Heh. I’m cackling with the Geralt GIF’s I’ve included. It’s like he’s so bored and done af while talking to anyone. 😭😂😂😂 GERALT, OH GERALT. I DESERVE A KISS GERALT FROM HOW DEDICATED I AM TO YOU! Please appreciate my effort, people! LMAO 😭😂💗 ENJOY AND HAVE A NICE WEEKEND!

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It was at around nightfall when Geralt of Rivia has arrived at the foot of the castle's barbican, his swords lunched on his back with bags in his hand and a sour expression written on his picturesque face that screams he wasn't there for a peaceful negotiation.

He'd calmly walked along the aqueduct, his footsteps heavy and impatient as he dropped his bags on the ground, familiarizing over the enormous castle that stood before him and he couldn't help but sigh, atopic of the whole vibe that every castle has given the white wolf. He really didn't want to cross paths with the royals ever again after that show he had by helping Jaskier and he hoped that his help for you didn't include another child of surprise that can happen.

Group of cavaliers shielded the gates with their swords on their hands. Geralt kept silent with a stern purse of his lips and a tightened jaw, he heavily sighed another one and continued to be uncommunicative when one equestrian audibly nagged for what the butcher of Blaviken needed.

Geralt deliberately rolled his eyes as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, giving them a scowl in which they've didn't took it very nicely as they began to draw their swords.

The witcher has heard footfalls echoing from the castle, hasty and restive and it didn't take a second for Geralt to see the king's close friend and an advisor for the royal family emerge from the gates.

Eanraig came forth out of the port; one of Caed Myrkvid's druids and someone whom Geralt has been talking to since decades ago where he has visited Caed Dhu and having their first meeting in the black forest.

The scholar wore a brown long, surcoat as he step foot out of the gates, his white long beard and wild, unwashed gray wavy hair stopping on the tips of his shoulders. Thin lines of wrinkles crafted his face which has given him the look that he was nearly old. His grey colored eyes wholly jiggered to see the white wolf in the foot of their fortress and with an expression that simply tells him that he was pissed.

He always does look like it but the druid knew that Geralt was truly feeling that way and it wasn't just his normal face that you see everyday.

"Yield your swords this instance!"

Geralt gave him a nonchalant flicker of his eyes, opening his mouth to gruffly speak, "Eanraig." his face remained stoic, his timbre sounding utterly lackadaisical when he addressed the scholar.

Eanraig trudged his way to where he was. The soldiers immediately surrendering their weapons down as they firmly stood from side to side, watching the two acquaintances converse in a quiet and calm talk. The druid was cordial as he gave a smile, "Geralt of Rivia. They have been expecting you,"

"Hmm." the latter hummed out of nowhere, narrowing his golden amber eyes at the Elder Druid in acrimony, "---they've taken what's mine. I've been told to never step foot within the berm of eminent citadels,"

Sardonically speaking, Earnraig tilted his head to the side. The flicker in his eyes humorous and mocking, "Yet, here you are, witcher." he throatily chuckled and croaked, his voice sounding drier than usual due to being long in the tooth, "---I shall guess, you are here to save a lover?"

Geralt kept his mouth in a tight thin line, shifting his eyes away from the druid with his question unanswered by the witcher.

"What unlucky fate you have, Geralt. Your lovers always bring out the worst in you---because you don't appear to be in the greatest and friendliest condition,"

"When did I ever?" the white wolf hoarsely mumbled beneath his breath, sighing in the process of it all as he frowned, taking heed of the feeble man before him. His tone was derisive and saturnine for what caustic comment he curtly claimed, "---How are you keeping up with their scoundrel works of art?"

Eanraig smiled; though, Geralt read that it wasn't meant to say he was jovial over the regime and changes he has noticed when the world began to change. His smile was brittle and unconvincing, "I never did. Since Tybalt arrived and has been taken as the crown for our army of gallants, destitution has taken its place. Heedless for the Kaedwenians because of how the vampire is capturing women for safe keeping, greasing his own palms by selling them to anyone who will want them,"

The witcher expected that answer before even asking. He nodded back at the druid, completely austere and phlegmatic as he kept silent; not letting the scholar know what he was thinking. Eanraig lifted a hand to give Geralt a pat on his burly, armored shoulder.

"King Veduka and Queen Makeda will speak to you once we get there," pause. "---And I doubt they'll be happy to see a witcher who has rejected their favor after two years. Come,"

As that has been said, the gatekeepers unbolted the entryway; given the approval from the king's advisor as Geralt grabbed his belongings, stringing along with him as they walked the route towards where the gatehouse is. The earth toned portcullis at its full defense as he sees it from far north.

"I wouldn't be helping their beloved cursed prince when they haven't coerced me into complying, Eanraig."

The druid strolled objectively alongside Geralt, continuously discoursing in the subject about who made him adhere to the king's favors---taking one person for abduction and he was already showing himself to them with no begging included unlike staying thoroughly surreptitious in the deepest parts of Kaedwen's forest. Only one woman was needed for him to accept such.

"If only you would've seen how they saw this as an opportunity to benefit them. I know your woman doesn't belong to this world. They knew your weakness, Witcher."

Eanraig has heard him hum, lower than his usual habit of susurration and it sounded like a sound of disapproval, "The sorceress has plans for her. Tybalt has hunted down a woman who exactly looks and sounds like her. But, exactly the opposite from her characteristics. She was one of Kaedwenians sly thieves."

Savia. He suddenly remembered out of the blue as he kept tacit. She was the woman who looked exactly like you despite of having the contrary of her traits over yours. Geralt pondered over the thought, finding it difficult to decipher how there was another person like you in his universe, a doppleganger of some sort that was entirety a clone of your genetics. Maybe Savia was a doppler or his midget? No. You were teleported to their dimension with no magic nor strength to do so.

What was seriously happening in the continent?

Eanraig saw how Geralt was in deep thought for what was shared; never one to beat around the bush; he enunciated straight to the point, "The king has been convinced that she's her twin. Howbeit, I never believed it nor did Ingrith or Tybalt. It was the queen's manipulation because her double has taken one of her favorite Cobalt necklaces that was given by the king,"

"---and now, they are starving her to death. Even walloped with a stick on her back till she was bleeding and wounded,"

The sentence has given Geralt a whiplash. He ceased from walking alongside Eanraig, his stature turning rigid and immobile with his jaw clenching for what was heard. Did he heard him right?

You are being aggressed in the hands of another when he does not lay a single hand on you; being battered by humans who didn't know exactly who you are nor do they have proof that you are the person who has stolen items from the queen.

"What?"

Eanraig's fair share of talk explains why his chest felt suffocating and utterly uneasy. They were hurting you till the heart of the sorceress was content enough.

The druid continued his blabbers, heedful of Geralt's stiff stance and his sudden reclusive mood, "---Ingrith told the queen that she was somehow cursed with a fate just like you,"

It wasn't a second of waiting till Geralt hoarsely mumbled his feelings out in the open and only for the scholar to hear, "Fuck." he raved, the witcher's thick eyebrows in a tight twist. His forehead creasing with deep wrinkles for his blood to boil even faster. He turned his head to the side, his teeth tightly gritted together as he went livid.

"That doesn't sound quite nice," Eanraig shifted his attention towards the raging white wolf who was glaring at the tall castlewalls in front of them, shooting daggers after daggers with his fists tightly clenched on his sides. A predatory glaze in his glowing eyes that stood under the pale moonlight, the ferocity bouncing back as he tried to calm him down. He reached out a hand to palm Geralt's tense shoulder, giving him a pat.

"Now, now, now, Weccan. Do not let your anger control you."

"How can I?!" Geralt spat in his utmost feral tone; fierce and aggressive for thinking how you were drowning in your own blood right at this moment.

The witcher was growling beneath Eanraig's touch; his anger felt through his body as Geralt was breathing in deep slow breaths, trying to control how his mind instantly went straight into knowing who has given orders to hurt you. There was an ample amount of the fact that you could be cut off a limb over stealing something you surely have been accused of. The Druid stepped in front of him, clasping both his fingers on his shoulders to break whatever thoughts he was thinking as he stared straight into his wrath-filled eyes.

"I've already treated her wounds---But, I think it isn't enough for how she's raining on their blows. You should have just accepted the first time they've asked a favor before it even ended up this way,"

Geralt's upper lip twitched from how he was silently basking in his displeasure and rue; never wanting to open his mouth at the moment for fire might escape his mouth with how maddened he was feeling. The tight stones topping off his chest and making him more uneasy than he can ever get.

"Vesemir has taught you to never uphold the law," Eanraig added as a matter of fact, pursing his lip as he continued, the look in his eyes utterly amused for how Geralt's destiny was falling in the wrong places, but emotionally feeling as if it was right because you came along, "---but, you are here to save such love that will never overcome the law that people have been following,"

The Druid has heard him huff from the choices of his words, looking away to stare at the castlewalls, digging up holes that he had been gathering since the moment he arrived, "You are saving the love of your life,---" he paused, a smile forming on Eanraig's decrepit face; his deep wrinkles forming as his face contorted in sheer entertainment.

"---and the woman who shall make miracles come true,"

Geralt was immediately taken to the abandoned round tower; where Prince Althalos has been staying since he has been cursed---bullish that they could keep him there and away from people. The prince has not been damned as a beast just like Nivellen. The prince has been cursed as a Kikker. A harmless monster in their world that only kills his own kind as well. They were found in the caves, masking in their solidarity until the full moon comes out and their hunger will be very much triggered to find something to munch on.

When they could not find their own kind to devour, they somehow manage to eat others instead.

Geralt couldn't help but snicker to his own at that, maybe the prince was kind of harmful instead of harmless that Sorceress Ingrith might have described him, peppering her words with pleasant lines that the witcher was highly disappointed of because she sounded as if she was in favor for what was happening.

He walked along the doors in an unfettered march of his feet, humming in displeasure with a scowl twisting his features that turned into tiny smirk; noting the buffet of abundant food that was left unfinished due to reasons he didn't know about as it happened before he arrived.

The tight grimace written on his face was enough for the king to know that he has not seen you yet since the moment you've arrived. Ingrith has probably prohibited him to as she has lead him to the prince.

King Viduka sat on his chair; proud and virtuous in the middle of a long table where he was left alone. The witcher has never seen the king up until today and one thing's for sure as he noticed the pale, horrid color of his skin. Just as much as how his have been, tinted in the lightest color that can be considered as if the king has no blood to function properly like how a king should have been.

His eyes were almond shaped, but with a nebulous glow swimming in the hazel color---appearing to be like he was being cast in a deathless spell or such poison that had a long term effect.

But, Geralt mindlessly shook his worries away from the people who have given you pain. The queen has probably been giving King Viduka such concoctions that could make him submit to her on whatever she wanted---with the help of the sorceress of course.

"He needs help," he bluntly started before he was even asked to speak, raising both brows for wanting to tell the king that he also needed help for whatever Queen Makeda has been giving him. Howbeit, Geralt has shut his mouth tight and hardly tried to become forth with respect amongst the king.

The king audibly sipped on his wine, casting him a glance under the antique glass he has chugged on. His expressions incomprehensible for the white wolf because of how horrid and disheveled his beard and mustache is. Though, his response made Geralt know he was giving him a lour, "This is why you've been dragged here to serve your purpose,---" pause. "---The only thing that can get your mutations quite useful for our world besides butchering my people. I've heard you've slaughtered my men,"

Geralt's mouth formed a tight thin line from the king's bald comment, his jaw set to create a grouch that the king has expected from his kind---the lack of emotion thereof and also the bluntness that the witcher may cannot control no matter if the person in front of was highly or not.

"Because your beloved army leader has been forcing women held captive," the white wolf stated as a matter of fact, cocking his head to the side as if it was a cocky comment.

King Viduka scoffed from his sheer honesty; skipping the dillydally that most men have been giving him due to being royal, "---and what has saving people benefit to you, witcher? must I say, you have not receive coins from it, correct? or was it because of the little woman? you are killing off my kind to save yours,"

Between them both was an understanding of protection from Geralt. He stood before him with a will that he had back in the marketplace. The white haired witcher was standing inside his castle with a purpose that he surely deciphered from using you as a bait to comply.

You were too important for him that the king could feel that Geralt will be begging for more than just your safeguard.

"Your way of asking favors can be quite disappointing for a king,"

Out of the blue, he's heard metal slice through its own accord; both knights who stood beside King Viduka unraveled their weapons, pointing them at Geralt who stood with a nonchalant expression on his face, thoroughly not moved nor impressed by their reactions---perhaps, also in a shitty mood for ruining his week by kidnapping you in the comfort of his home.

"Sheathe your swords," the king commanded to the hostile cavaliers; not taking a second to drop their weapons as they were told.

Geralt continued to educate the king in his perspective and comprehension over his cursed son; remembering how his school has taught him countless of monsters he could never forget.

"Call your son 'the frog prince' or some hideous sort," his eyebrows jutted closer as he sternly explained, "---but, this work is not made by a monster for me to hunt,"

King Viduka couldn't help but lean away from the back of his throne, his eyes adamant that he was not serious over telling him that his son may not be assisted by the Witcher

"---He is cursed by a witch. I do not butcher people for the sake of someone else's life,"

The words that left Geralt's mouth felt like a rejection or an offense that King Viduka has never experienced from anyone else. He couldn't believe what he was hearing---he couldn't accept such abnegation over a mutant who was crude and utterly unaccepted by humanity. His highness has quickly stood from his seat, throwing his glass on the floor which has shattered but has not surprised Geralt nor have receive a jerk of his body from his sudden anger---the antagonism coming was a result of a witcher that they have tried contacting or following around for two years; begging help for the future of Kaedwen.

Yet, he came to the palace with his foot up his mouth. Straightaway, sounding like he was declining the proposal.

The king was entirely disappointed by how useless he was being.

"---you are good-for-nothing! A hypocrite who says he does not kill another to save someone else's!" King Viduka has spat completely enraged, "---Yet, you have saved your tiny whore by killing mine!"

The white wolf couldn't help but clench his fists on his sides, clenching his teeth behind his closed mouth; his golden peepers glaring before the dependable king who kisses whatever Queen Makeda has been walking upon---a king who does not care for the people as long as he saves his.

Irritation was written all over Geralt's face, hearing what King Viduka has described you for what purpose you have in his life. Being nothing but a woman who could cater to his lechery when you had not been at all.

His midget was more than that. Definitely not his whore that people has been accusing you of.

Geralt's selfishness for rejecting the king's offers right on his face was like asking to be beheaded. He does not want to be involved by such ever again when he has no idea who this witch may have been. If being frank over the king was like asking to be beheaded, then a search for a witch that does not want to be found was waiting for a monster to put him into demise.

"I do not regret what the queen has done for punishing. Your tiny harlot has taken something valuable from her and corporal punishment was the answer that we all see fit---seeing that she might have sold the necklace for the sake of you wanting more coins,"

He subtly shook his head from the king's indefinite accusation, verbally fighting for your safety and for the truth that may set you free, "She is not the thief you have been accusing her about."

Yet, the king was determined of his opinions---the queen's opinions over you; seeming to be brainwashed by both women who was a shadow of his reign. One greedy sorceress and the other was his cunning beloved that no matter what other people say, he shall not believe because only his trusted people were right.

Geralt heavily sighed, seeing King Viduka shooting daggers towards him. His eyes wild and disappointed, utterly vexed for what he has heard.

"The world may say that you own two swords. One for killing humans and the other for slaughtering beasts," he deadpanned, bane spitting out of his mouth as he sharply stared at Geralt who sighed for his resoluted perception.

"---but, I doubt you do not know the differences of each as of now,"

After minutes of his silence, Geralt may have not realized that from the moment he opened his mouth, his teeth was barred, fangs overlooked by the king because of his unspoken thoughts; by not being heard by a person who had his mind closed for whatever he has to say and so, the butcher of Blaviken breathed a few heavy sighs, promptly shutting his eyes closed before he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Let me see her. I need...to see her, your highness."

He was stunned to hear himself plead before a disagreeable human. A selfish entitled man who knew nothing how to raise a kingdom. The rebellious son of the previous king has been forced into this madness and manipulation from everyone that he does not see.

The latter waited for any oracular answer. They've shared stares and huffs of breath before Geralt shook his head, turning on his heel to leave immediately because he knew that his request for seeing you will never be given. Might search for you instead, he silently thought to himself with a tight scowl on his face.

"Bring her in,"

He stopped short from hearing the king's words. Ceasing himself in the midst of marching off, his back towards the king when it has not taken the horsemen a minute to drag you to where he was.

Dragging was the correct term for your feeble, shaky demurrals out of the door. Your voice echoing from a far distance and Geralt couldn't help but shot a glance over the locked wooden doors, his amber eyes turning wider as your voice became clearer when each second passed by, hinting your status that you were not feeling well by the breathless, hoarse begging you've managed to beseech.

The doors opened to release two vulnerable knights wearing their commoner clothing and a small, fragile woman who was mistreated from her limbs; dragging you by your battered arms. Patches of blue and mauve painted your skin as if they were trying to beat you to death, a law back in the historical era where it was used for criminals or sinners to speak the truth or punished for their faults.

Your other cheek was swollen, vermillion owning a cut as if somebody has slapped you---also dehydrated from starving you for a day and a half, receiving no liquid to drink or anything besides their endless wallops.

The witcher was beyond shocked to even comprehend what he was seeing, his breath stopping from the moment he has seen you enter the room; utterly downtrodden, helpless and wounded.

"S-Stop...I-I don't...I don't need any more beating. I told you, I don't have your necklace. This amulet I have is mine. I didn't steal anything. Please---please tell me Geralt's here," King Viduka has gestured towards the horsemen; bringing up a finger to tell that they should show the witcher what you looked like to be hit in endless battering and how they've treated you before he even came around.

The knights tightened their hold against a mahogany, wooden stick. Hard enough to fracture your bones if it was given more power; but, Geralt knew what they were ordered to do before they can even move and he was quick enough to march towards where they were; graving and in distraught for what he felt. His chest suffocating and tight---anguished to see and desperate to keep you close in his arms.

He rushed to where you were hunched down and bleeding to death, shielding you from their assaults as the witcher draw out his metal sword from his back, angling the newly sharpened blade on one of the knight's jugular; golden eyes burning with betrayal and desolation for what they have done, for what power do people with royal blood have to hurt his person this way. They've treated you like a rag doll or a monster for making you bleed and even plan to starve you to death.

Their actions has made Geralt's blood boil in extremity.

"Do not dare---," he breathed fire, fuming as he warned. His words said with a fiery emphasis, "---touch or lay your hands on her,"

The smaller knight whom Geralt has pointed his sword upon growled in the back of his throat, a signal which has made him aim the tip of his sword against the vulnerable part---unbending and purposive for what he wanted them to apprehend that he was not flippant for unsheathing his steel sword.

"---people who knew better of my kind are heedful that I will not bat an eye to slit down your throats with my weapon,"

Geralt has heard you call out for him in a sapless shake of your voice and the simple acknowledgement has taken his attention away from the royal guards as he slightly turned his head behind---seeing you lay on the cold hard ground that made his mouth twitch, teeth barred and gritted and he couldn't help but emit a rough huff of his breath; sounding like a growl of his frustrations for letting this happen to his family.

King Viduka spoke in command, hiding the smile beneath his unkempt beard.

"Lay down your sword, Witcher. I do not plan to create bloodshed over the mutant who will help my son,"

Geralt avoided looking into their eyes and set his focus on the battered woman behind him who was coughing out her pain. You've used all your strength to pull yourself from the floors, your vision blurry and unclear for the tears you've shed all night, finding it hard to register that your witcher was finally within your reach. You thought it was all in the sense of hallucination until he'd hastily whispered the endearment that he had for you---the nickname you've hated prior of meeting him the first time, yet ending up missing the word when he doesn't use it for you.

His appearance was making your heart cry and eventually, you did after realizing a bunch of sobs escaping your lips when he has hauled you up in his arms; crouching before you and pulling your beaten body to his, aware from the pained whimper that followed suit and he was suddenly aware of using such strength with you---immediately turning gentle from your response.

"Midget?"

"G...Geralt? you're here..." you hiccuped from the cries, feeling the sting from the salt of your tears. Lately discovering the numb, sore feeling on your left eye and Geralt has eyed it with such animosity because it was a swollen wound.

Your vision turned clear after a languid blink of your eyes, welcoming his warmth that you've missed after being hurt by people who surrounded you who'd done it by physically doing so. The information you have gathered from the four corners of the cell you were in repeatedly replaying inside your mind; not bothering to forget to tell it to him besides your other secret that you ought not to tell yet.

"Don't...Don't find the witch..I-I've heard from the person with me---he's an elf. He said that this witch can never be found---it may be just a trap or an endless hunt for you,"

The latter was stone-deaf from your wounded image; his golden eyes large as if he couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Geralt didn't acknowledged your message and continued to state his own instead.

"They've hurt you."

He uttered in disbelief, intently examining your face near his. Your fingers were shaky as you reached up to touch his face. But, Geralt has beat you to it and grabbed yours instead, subtly shaking his head to silently tell you not to move for the pain it can cost. His rough hand was warm and comforting, giving solace in the midst of how being cold you were treated by their world. The only thing that was warm is Geralt and his family.

They were the only thing benevolent compared to their outskirts.

"They don't believe me. I--I never stole the queen's necklace. I--I have never left your home,"

"I know you didn't." Geralt gruffly muttered with a cordial, soft tone that made you sob more than ever---how nice it felt to have someone who actually believed you was like hopping in the shower after a summery day; refreshing to be hearing another person to fight for your truth rather than being forced to tell lies.

"You'll never get to find the witch, Geralt. Y-You'll never get to lift the curse because...because---"

The stammers you've emitted, how crucial it was to feel you in pain---finding ache in his chest from the moment he'd seen you in that status; painted like a rainbow shown after a heavy rain but drafted to show the suffering you've experienced in the castles of Kaedwen. His glowing golden eyes turned a shade darker, filling with sudden torment and affliction as you laid in his arms.

You've slightly turned your head, nuzzling to be shielded by Geralt's armored, hirsute chest that made you sigh after hours of trying to sleep on stones, finding home just by staying close to the white wolf.

"Your highness," Geralt abruptly spoke, making you shut your eyes open to hear what he needed to say. Based on how he set his mouth in a tight, straight line. Your witcher was setting down his bargains and favors that he certainly does not do for people of royal.

"I will seek for your witch," he stated with determination, his back towards the king; not taking the risk to let him see the ire pooling in his eyes as he continued.

"---in exchange for your people not to touch mine and if your sorceress, precious vampire or horsemen lay a single hand on her again, I will never hesitate to kill the witch and let your son die with his curse forever,"

Perturbed by his sudden declaration; stubborn to even listen for what he was about to expect by searching apparitions of a witch out in the woods. You've desperately called out his name in endless croaks, hopelessly pulling at his armor yet Geralt was having rigid opinions especially having you wounded in his arms.

"Cease her punishment. I will not save yours if I know that you are punishing my..."

Golden eyes keenly landed on yours, thoroughly protecting you in his sinewy limbs before he seriously and firmly declared another that has made your breath hitch for what he has said.

"---my betrothed,"

King Viduka briskly nodded for his request; badly in need of his aid for his son to live. There was an understanding that he will still keep you within the castle unless Geralt brings him the witch and reverse the curse. He'd kept his eyes on the witcher's back, sitting back on his throne with a smile on his face.

"You have my word, Geralt of Rivia."

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wikiangela-fanfics · 4 years ago

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“You didn’t know shit” - 15x20 fix it

Yes, I wrote a fix-it too. I guess just reading them was not enough lol

It was just for me, but I figured, I’ll post it, because why not hah

It’s probably bad, because it started with the idea of Cas being annoyed and mad that Dean died so quickly after Cas died for him, but then it turned into this

(also, the whole speech was not supposed to happen so it's probably bad and awkward hah)

Enjoy, I guess haha ♥

Also on Ao3

(1k words)

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“Cas helped.”

Those words echoed through his head. He didn’t understand… Cas was dead, wasn’t he? Did Jack bring him back? What was going on?

“Cas is here?” he asked, cursing himself for the hope in his voice. Bobby smiled, taking a sip of his beer. “How? Where is he?” just then he heard a rustling of wings behind him. And Dean knew it was him. It had to be.

“I’ll see ya, kid.” Bobby said before standing up and walking away, obviously trying to give them time to talk.

Dean took a deep breath, but his heart was racing. He turned his head in the direction opposite to where he was looking at Bobby. And he saw him, just standing there and looking at him.

“Cas.” Dean said, standing up, and his lips immediately formed a smile. He was relieved to see him again. He thought he would never have a chance to see him, talk to him… and here he was.

But Cas’ expression was not what Dean expected, not after what happened just before Cas died. There was some kind of fondness in his eyes, but mostly he just seemed annoyed.

“Uh, Cas? You okay?” Dean added, when the angel didn’t say anything. Then, Cas sighed.

“What are you doing here, Dean?” he sounded even more annoyed than he looked.

“I… died?” Dean answered, frowning in confusion, although it came out more as a question. This wasn’t how he imagined reuniting with his angel. “I died, and I’m in Heaven. What-?”

“You died.” Cas interrupted whatever Dean was going to ask. “You died.” he repeated, exasperated. “I died and got stuck in the Empty for you, so that you could live, and then immediately after that you just went and died?” he raised his eyebrows. Now Dean felt bad. He didn’t even think about it that way.

“Well, you’re here now.” Dean attempted a smile. “And if it makes you feel any better, it was not a glorious, guns blazing death. It was rather pathetic.” he chuckled. “And it’s not like I wanted to die, so don’t give me shit for that. You chose to be stupid and sacrifice yourself for me.” now he was getting irritated, because that was what his relationship with Cas usually looked like and he secretly loved it. All the irritation and bickering.

“I don’t think it was stupid. It was worth it.” Cas said, quieter. “You should know that you were worth it, Dean.

“Yeah, well, you said your peace back then. So now it’s my turn.” Dean said before Cas had a chance to repeat his speech or whatever he was about to say. “That was so unfair.” he started, taking a step towards Cas. “You can’t just say all those stuff just to die afterwards! I barely had time to process what was happening.”

“I needed to summon the Empty. Sorry if the timing was inconvenient for you.” Cas rolled his eyes, and that almost made Dean smile.

“Were you planning on ever telling me, then? Or would you just keep it to yourself until I died?” there was a bitterness in Dean’s voice and Cas seemed taken aback by it. But Dean needed to know, even if he sidetracked a bit from what he wanted to say. “Cas?” he added, when Cas didn’t answer.

“No. I never intended to tell you, because I knew it could ruin our friendship.” Cas said slowly, as if thinking carefully of every word.

“You knew… ” Dean scoffed. “You didn’t know shit.” he said a little aggressively. “Just like you think that you couldn’t have what you wanted. You’re an idiot.” Cas opened his mouth to answer, but Dean quickly started talking again. “But I guess I am, too. I’m not good at this shit, Cas. This will not be as good as what you said. But I need to tell you. You know, when you showed up in my life, you turned it upside down. And it wasn’t just the angel thing or the Apocalypse, and all that shit. It was you.” he couldn’t help the small smile. “I started questioning everything. About me, about my life… You changed me, too, Cas. Completely. But I tried to repress all the feelings. I hid them as deep as I could. Until Purgatory.” he looked Cas in the eyes and saw the moment Cas understood where he was going with this. “Purgatory was when I realized. But then there was another problem. I thought...” he chuckled. “I was never sure if angels can, uh, feel the way humans do. I knew there was something there. But-”

“But you thought I can never feel exactly how you do, because I’m not human.” Cas interrupted. Dean nodded, lowering his gaze to the ground. “In a sense you were right. Normally, angels don’t feel human emotions.”

“But you do, huh?” Dean smirked, now feeling stupid for not realizing it earlier. “Because you’re no ordinary angel.” Cas shrugged, with a helpless little smile. Dean took another few steps closer. “You’re a Winchester. And we never play by the book.” at that, Castiel’s smile grew wider and his expression softened even more. “Cas, every time you leave me, I- I can’t function. I can’t breathe without you. So even though I’m dead now, I’m happy, because you’re here and nothing can tear us apart now.” he grabbed Castiel by the lapel of his coat. “And just to be clear, because you’re a dumbass, I love you, too.” his voice shook a little at those last words. Ironically, he felt like he was going to die in that moment. His heart was racing, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and he felt dizzy.

“I’m still mad that you died. How long was it? A week? A day?” Cas asked teasingly, as Dean’s face was getting closer to his.

“Don’t be a smartass.” Dean said into Cas’ lips, as he kissed him for the first time. He would never say it out loud, but he could literally see and hear fireworks as their lips touched. And maybe he could? Who knew how Heaven worked, right? He immediately knew that this, kissing Cas, would forever be his favorite thing.

“Just so you know.” Cas pulled away. “I don’t regret dying for you. But I just wanted you to live a full, happy life before you came here.”

“What kind of life would it be without you?” Dean asked softly, and looked into his blue eyes and saw something he’d never seen there before. Pure happiness. And he felt proud that he was the cause of that.

“Dean.” Cas said quietly and smiled. Dean glanced at his Baby, just standing there, then back at Cas.

“C’mon, why don’t we go for a drive?” he asked. “And we can talk and catch up.” he intertwined their fingers. When Cas nodded, Dean pulled him towards the car.

As they drove, holding hands, filling each other up on what happened to each of them since they were separated, Dean was content and happy. And in love, which was weird to finally admit. And the rest of eternity seemed promising and blissful, now that Cas was with him. Cas was all he needed.

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heyheshi · 5 years ago

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"Baby, we're going to have our own family!"

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written and uploaded: July 13, 2020

🦋 - fluff

🌙 - angst...?

Please like and reblog! Also please don’t post my writings anywhere!

Also this was supposed to be really short, like just about 700 words but I couldn’t help it!

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

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"H, are you sure you want to go to the doctors with me?", you asked your husband for the third time in the last 30 minutes.

"Baby stop doing that!", furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at you accusingly - talking about how you're asking him that question again and about your food as you toy it around your plate using your fork.

Earlier after he woke up, Harry made sure that your day starts off as great as possible. He's so giddy. He knows that this day is going to be wonderful. He can just feel it - and so he made sure to wake you up with his kisses and a huge variety of healthy breakfast.

By "huge variety of healthy breakfast", that meant different slices of fresh fruits and organic vegetables, whole-wheat bread, cereals, yogurt, scrambled eggs, bacon (your absolute favorite and he cannot forget to add that), freshly squeezed orange juice, fresh cow milk, and mixed nuts.

He really went all the way with your meal and you're really thankful for that. 2 months ago, you would think that the two of you can't finish all of this food in just one sitting but how wrong could you be? Harry ate a lot but you're kind of having almost the same portion as him, not that he minds, he wants to keep you as healthy as possible for the baby on the way even though you told him that you're not certain about it just yet.

He made sure to talk to the hotel's head chef just to prepare your breakfast and strictly said "just the best and freshest once for my wife and make sure not to add any preservatives, just all-natural", and that's how you got here.

He even insisted on not ordering a coffee for you. You LOVE your morning coffee but H said that it's not good for your heart - which is true. You think he's being kind of dramatic and overprotective but you like it a lot.

It seems like everything he does is way too great; hormones. But it's not like you're gonna admit it to him anyway, it'll boost his ego more, your husband is narcissistic.

"Babe, babeeee, baby??!", you came back into reality. You didn't even notice that Harry has been snapping his fingers in front of your eyes.

"Sorry, just got ca-"

"Too caught up in my handsome looks, huh?", your husband winks at you, he always teases you!

You just rolled your eyes at his antics, "course not!", you said defensively. "Was just thinking! Plus, I wasn't even staring at you!"

"Yeah sure lovie. What's on that pretty little head of yours, hmm?", he leaned his elbows on the table and put his head on his hand.

"Just thinking 'bout how you took my morning coffee away and thinking 'bout what my lunch's gonna be."

"Stop bein' grumpy", he just chuckled at your answer, knowing your sarcasm really well, "just finish your breakfast so we can leave. Already called the clinic for our appointment. It's at 10 a.m., I don't wanna be late.", he just continued eating his part but you're the exact opposite - you froze.

"You what?"

"What? Said finish your food... and that I booked our appointment...?", he asked uncertainty. He's really confused right now and you are too! You're not even sure why you're confused, you just are. Maybe over the fact that H is so excited about this and you might not even be pregnant.

Of course, you're happy with how he's acting. You're just worried that this might just be a false alarm and it will crush him so much.

"Why did you?", you looked down at your plate then quickly stuffing your mouth with the rest of your food while Harry answered.

"Just wanna be the best dad and husband you could ever ask for", he sounds sad, he really thought that you would be happy, you already talked about going to the doctors last night anyways!

"Okay.", you shortly replied and stood up to your seat rounding the table. Harry felt his chest tightening - too much - he thought, until he felt your arms around his neck from behind and tucking your face on his neck. He quickly interlaced your fingers with his.

"I love you", you quietly whispered to his right ear. "You don't know how much this means to me, you're already the best, gunna be the best dad.", you pressed a kiss on his neck. "I just don't want you to get hurt if I'm not pregnant.", your voice seemed to get quieter with each word.

Harry just stood up from his seat and faced you, "whatever happens, we're going to be okay, alright? If we're not pregnant then it's fine, I'm not going to lie and say that I won't be affected by it because I know I will be, but let's always keep in mind that God already has better plans for us, okay?", he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

You just squeezed your face in his shirt, "I'm scared of another heartbreak. I really want this with you.", you said and Harry felt his shirt getting damp.

"Nothing's going to change. I'll still love you more than ever and will always be here to take care of you", he's now whispering while wiping your tears. Everything about this is so intimate. "I love you too, so much Y/N", with that, more tears fall as you kissed him like your life depends on it.

---

"Patient 104, the doctor is ready to see you.", you heard the nurse called your number.

With shaking limbs, you managed to stand up and walk to the doctor's office while Harry assisted you.

"Mister and missus Styles! It's so nice to meet you in person! I'm Doctor Amelia Welsh, just Doc Amy", your doctor looks friendly and it eased you a bit.

"Harry", your husband shook the doctor's hand then slowly turned to you, "and this is my wife, Y/N.", you smiled as you shook her hand.

"Such a lovely couple! Anyway, you called last night, right Harry?", Doctor Amy asked as she sat on her spinning chair while you and Harry take a seat on the opposite side of her table.

"I did, yes. We wanted to have a check-up on my wife", your husband did all the talking, you know he can sense your nervousness.

You're eyes slowly observed the clinic. It almost looked identical to yours, with the office table on the middle and a medical bed on the far left side of the office and a rack full of different medical supplies, the only difference is that your clinic has so many baby pictures and toys for your patients to play around with.

"Okay, so what seems to be the problem? I already got a hold of your medical records, Mrs. Styles, or should I call you Doctor Styles too?", Doctor Amy joked and it made you chuckle a bit.

"I'm a patient right now so I'll just stick with Mrs. Styles", you felt Harry squeezed your hand that he's holding and you smiled to yourself. He always loves it when you claim your self as "Mrs. Styles". He said it makes him all warm and fuzzy and makes him just wanna love on you all day, every day.

"Why don't you tell me what's wrong."

"Ummm okay, so I've been eating a lot - more than usual, it can be because of stress since I'm a stress - eater...", you took a deep breath and look at Harry then back at her, "also I've been feeling nauseated and often having sickness, but in the afternoon not morning so I thought it might be my eyesight."

"Hmm okay please continue", the Doctor continues jotting down on her note pad at a fast pace, you understand it tho, you do the same stuff every day.

"I'm more often bloated than not but this one's different, my abdomen looks bigger than usual..."

"When was the last time you had your period? I know your period is irregular but I still need to know", the doctor pulled her glasses down on the bridge of her nose.

"I think it was November...", you're really not sure, you gave up on tracking your period when it downed to you that your period is never gonna be regular at all.

"Last time you had sexual intercourse?", your face feels hot but you know that these kind of questions are relevant, on your side you can see Harry's ears become reddish.

As if your husband can sense that you're not going to answer that question, he stepped up even though he's shy about it, "last night."

It's not that the two of you are embarrassed about your sex life, it's the opposite actually, you just want to keep it private.

Doctor Welsh just smiled at both of your embarrassment, "well how long had you been feeling this? Did you took a pregnancy test?", she looked back down and continued scribbling.

"Just this January, I never really paid much attention, and I did, a couple of weeks ago, 12 positives and 3 negatives."

"Okay well, why don't we take a look? You can change into this gown and lay in there", she said giving you the gown and pointing at the bed on her clinic, "I'll be back in a few."

You looked at Harry and as if he can hear the voices inside your head, he pulled you into him and kissed your cheek, "we'll be alright", he smiled at you but you can tell that he's really nervous too.

You both are, this is the break it or make it time of your lives. You're not sure if you're ready for it but you shook your thoughts out of your mind and changed into the gown and went to the bed, Harry hot on your heels, quickly took a seat beside the bed and held your right hand.

"I love you", he whispered, he thinks he's as nervous as the first time he auditioned on the X-Factor, when he asked you to become his girlfriend, or when he asked you to become his wife, all combined.

"I love you too", you kissed his knuckles as he smiled at you.

It didn't take long for the doctor to come back.

"Ready?", she asked and you nodded. She set the machine up and made sure you're comfortable before putting the gel on your tummy.

Nobody dared to make a sound and you never dare to look anywhere besides Harry's eyes as he presses his lips on your palm.

"Okay...", you hear the doctor mumbled that made you whip your head up to her.

You looked at the monitor and saw it, there's a heartbeat. You knew what exactly it was but your husband doesn't since he never accompanied someone to an ultrasound appointment before.

And then the silent room heard it, the heartbeat.

"Wa- was that...", Harry slowly looked at you with red eyes.

"Yes", you whispered while nodding your head.

This is it.

"Oh wait", the doctor said suddenly, you froze, this can't be happening! There's nothing wrong with anything! Everything is fine!

You never dared to look at the monitor and Harry too, much too scared of hearing the next words that will come out of the doctor's mouth.

You're finally pregnant and you're going to love your child with everything you have and you just hope there's nothing wrong with your baby.

"What was it?", Harry asked in a croaked voice, still not looking up.

"Well, I'm seeing... not one, but two heartbeats!"

Both of your heads snapped back at the monitor and there you see it! From a different angle are two little heartbeats, two blips, two fetuses, two babies in the future!

You almost felt your heart stop from so much happiness!

"Congrats you're having twins! You're about 8 weeks pregnant!", Doctor Amy rejoiced but you still cannot move, neither can Harry until...

"I- oh my God! Is this real?! Is this really happening?! Oh God Oh God Oh God!", Harry jumped from his seat covering his face with his hands.

"Baby, we're going to have our own family!", H crouched down next to your bed while slowly kissing your nose and that's when it finally sunk in! You're pregnant! And with twins! This is more than you could ever ask for!

You're nodding your head repeatedly with tears running to your cheeks rapidly while Harry tried to catch everything.

"Happy, I'm so so happy, H."

"Me too my love, me too... twins?! I- thank you so much baby, you're so wonderful to me and I-", you didn't let him finish talking as you kissed him, not caring if the doctor is still in the room.

After you pulled away, you only smiled at him and pecked his lips once again. Harry helped you clean up the gel on your tummy and go back to your seat earlier, the doctor is already there typing on her computer.

"Congratulations again! Twins are hefty but I'm sure you can both handle it!", you thanked her and proceeded to talk about the pregnancy.

"I'm assuming you already know what to expect, what to do, and not to do, and what to eat mostly, yes? Hopefully, you didn't consume any alcoholic drinks during the last at least 10 weeks and no birth control at all", Amy asked.

"We do know, yes. And no, I didn't drink, and no, none at all.", you're smiling so big, mirroring H.

"Well then, there's really not much to discuss other than your next ultrasound. You two would be great parents! Do you have any questions?"

"Not for now, I think...", and Harry agrees with you.

"If you do then don't think twice of calling me. I'll print the pictures and have my assistant help you with the next appointment if you need to be transferred to another country then let her know, I'll have her recommend you on my pals", the doctor smiled and almost left the room but...

"Can you make it 5 copies?", H asked suddenly.

The doctor looked back and laughed, "of course, you'll just gonna need to pay extra on your way out", she replied.

"That's won't be a problem, just make it 5 please!", Harry looks and sounds like a child asking for another cookie.

"It's settled!", with that, the doctor finally left the room.

The silence is really comfortable as you change back into your normal clothes.

"H, why 5 copies? We don't need that much!", you laughed as you slowly approached your husband to leave the room.

He only smiled and simply answered, "one for you, one for me, one for your parents, one for mines, then one for their album - I'm getting it enlarged and framed."

You just melted as his answer so you just hugged him tight, “I’m having your baby, and it is your business”, you joked and he laughed, exchanging "I love you's".

---

You're back at the car now, looking at the ultrasound pictures. You can see on your peripheral vision how big Harry is grinning.

He faced you and lifted up your shirt, the car still in the parking lot of the hospital. Thank God you managed to be discreet as possible, not seeing any paps insight.

"Hello bundles!", he greeted your tummy with a kiss.

"See, I know you're both there, daddy can sense it. Can't wait to hold you both and protect you from the world", he looked up at you. "Please don't give mummy a hard time, especially now that there's two of you and daddy's gonna be away a lot, but I promise to be there while you two bake in there as much as possible!", he kissed your tummy once more and pulled down your shirt.

You can't help but grin at him, "bundles? And bake?", you asked your husband while laughing, your shoulders shaking from how many laughs you're producing.

"Bundles, they're two, that's what you call it baby! Like the buy one take one thing on the store, bundles! And bake cause they're a bun in the oven, your tummy's the oven and they're the buns! Bundle buns!", he looks so excited while explaining his shenanigans to you.

You face palmed yourself but can't help but to fall in love with him more, if that's possible.

"Know what baby? Let's just get lunch, yeah?", he only nod but he didn't find your response offensive.

You secretly loved his terms "bundles" and "bake", it makes your heart warm.

"What're you all craving, tell daddy!", you slapped his arms at his double meaning!

You answered either way, "we want pasta, daddy!", then winked at him.

"If pasta is what my babies want then pasta is what we'll get!", his hands found your lap to hold your hand but yours isn't there.

He then looked at you holding your tummy with a fond smile on your face and he joined your hands with his, both of you caressing your babies.

"32 weeks baby, 32 weeks.", you said to H and he smiled at you, looking back on the road.

"I'm already thinking of getting us a customized Gucci family clothes for when they arrive!", H cheekily said to you but you know he's not kidding so you just agreed along with him.

You know you're gonna love this pregnancy already. Not only you got one, but two babies! You're more blessed than ever! Plus, you're sure that Harry's going to be giving you everything you crave for! Midnight ice cream sessions, here we come!

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babygirlwolverine · 5 years ago

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Stuck Like Glue

Written for @deanandcasbingo

Square filled: Roommates

Word Count: 6,528

Also posted on ao3 if anyone is interested in reading it there!

Stuck Like Glue

“That isn’t social distancing, Dean,” Cas frowned, shoving at Dean’s legs which were suddenly pressed up against Cas’ thigh as he flopped down on the couch.

“We already live together, Cas. You don’t have to social distance yourself from the people you’re already living with. Just everyone else. Besides, you’re not sick, and neither am I,” Dean pointed out, reaching over to snatch the TV remote from Cas’ hand as he made himself more comfortable on his end of the couch.

“You don’t actually know that. You might have the virus and not be showing any symptoms yet.”

“Neither of us have come into contact with anyone who’s sick. We’re fine. Would you quit worrying? As long as neither of us goes partying it up, we’re gonna be just fine.”

Cas frowned again, casting his eyes from the TV over to Dean. He paused for a brief second, taking in his best friend’s slouched form and the way Dean’s arm was thrown along the back of the couch, his fingers just inches away from touching the back of his neck. Dean’s natural position of comfort. Something Cas had noticed he never seemed to do around anyone else except for himself. They had grown so close as friends, transcended all levels of discomfort to this strange level that was just them, since Cas had seen Dean’s advertisement online seeking a roommate to help pay rent so many years ago.

“Are you going to be able to go that long? Without being able to go out to bars and all.”

Dean opened his mouth, about to throw out a snarky retort, when he saw the sparkle of mischief in Cas’ eyes and the quirk of his lips. He was being teased. The asshole. “Shut the hell up. I’m a grown adult. I can handle myself just fine, thank you very much.”

“You can’t last more than four days, at a max. You’ll be climbing the walls needing to go out and have some fun,” Cas pointed out, reaching over to grab the remote again and flick the channel back to the news he’d been watching prior to Dean’s dramatic entrance.

“I’ve got all the fun I need right here in this room.” Rolling his head, Dean flashed Cas one of his award-winning smirks, his tongue darting out across his lower lip as he cast his eyes up and down Cas’ body.

Cas flushed, and goddammit he was a man in his mid-thirties, he does not need to be getting flustered by harmless teasing like this anymore. Especially when that harmless teasing was coming from Dean. Dean had made it clear from the minute Cas had moved in that he was into men and women; he pretty much flirted with anyone he came into contact with, as if it were a default mode of communicating for him. Cas had become immune to the harmless flirting years ago, but it didn’t stop the sharp stabs of longing that flashed short and bright in Cas’ mind occasionally.

“Shove off, Winchester,” Cas said, huffing and turning back to the TV again.

“Hey, I was just saying. We could be quarantining together for a long time. Just you and me. Me and you. Us.”

“And?” Cas asked. He tilted his head to look back over at Dean. There was this weird glint of something on Dean’s face that Cas couldn’t place. But the second Dean seemed to sense Cas was looking at him, the look was gone, replaced by his usual teasing smirk. Dean just wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Cas sighed, shaking his head and going back to watching the news.

It was a few minutes later that Dean shifted on the couch, moving to lean his weight into the arm of the couch and sliding his feet under Cas’ thigh. Cas barely registered, shifting his hand to rub at Dean’s ankle for a moment before picking up the remote to start channel surfing again.

“You really think this quarantine could go on for a while?” Cas asked casually.

Dean hummed noncommittally. “Was talking to Sammy earlier on the phone. He’s got someone he knew from Stanford who’s a doctor. Said this friend of his heard through the grapevine that things could get bad with this virus. That we should hunker down and stay away from other people as much as possible.”

“Good thing I went shopping after work yesterday and stocked up then.”

“Aren’t I just the luckiest man in the world to have such a wonderful roommate?” Dean teased.

Cas looked over, all seriousness. “Yes, yes you are.” His expression held firm for a second, just long enough for Dean to look taken aback, before Cas grinned, poking Dean in the ankle.

“You’re such an ass,” Dean said.

“But you love me anyway.”

“Yeah, I really do,” Dean murmured, his voice soft and sentimental. But Cas didn’t notice the shift in tone, instead just patting Dean’s ankle and going back to flicking channels once again.

Cas walked into the kitchen the next afternoon to see Dean with an opened pack of ground beef and a burger press in his hand. “Are you- Dean, what- what are you doing?”

Dean spun around, breaking off from his quiet humming to lock eyes with Cas. “I’m um- making you- making us dinner. You said you liked when I grilled, didn’t you?”

Cas flushed, clearing his throat and beelining for the fridge so he didn’t have to look at Dean. “Well, I mean, yeah. I love when you cook. I just… don’t you normally grill when your brother and all our friends are over?” Cas rooted around in the fridge, pushing aside all of the groceries he had brought the other day in order to find the beer.

“Hmm,” Dean hummed. “Can’t I cook specially for you, sugar?”

Cas knocked his head into one of the glass shelves, swearing and rubbing his head as he stepped away from the fridge with two bottles of beer. “I- uh.. Yeah. Um… sure?”

Cas handed Dean a bottle, trying not to lock eyes with him as he moved towards the other side of their small kitchen, leaning his hip against the cool granite to try and steady himself. That’s when his eyes landed on the freshly peeled potatoes and the deep fat fryer that Sam had gotten Dean last Christmas. “Are you… making homemade fries?” he asked, his voice pitching up in surprise.

Dean hummed again, turning to flash Cas a million-watt smile that made Cas’ stomach twist and his spine tingle.

“I don’t understand. What’s the special occasion? Why so much effort for a meal when we’re stuck at home during a quarantine?”

“Maybe I like to wine and dine before I take someone to bed?” Dean said.

Cas, who had been taking a sip of his beer, inhaled sharply and coughed when the beer went down the wrong pipe.

Dean glanced over, batting his eyes innocently. “Was it something I said?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Cas gasped from his position over the sink as he tried to cough the beer out of this trachea.

Dean laughed, so bright and full it seemed to fill the room with it’s warmth.

Cas finally managed to gasp in a normal lungful of air, and he turned back to look at Dean, who had once again busied himself with marinating his burgers.

“Seriously, Dean, why are you going to all this trouble?” Cas asked suspiciously.

“Is it so bad that I want to cook something nice for you for once instead of eating take-out?” Dean asked, looking over his shoulder at Cas. “Can’t you let me treat you occasionally?”

Cas snorted, raising an eyebrow at Dean’s back. “What do you want from me, Winchester? You’re only ever like this when you’re trying to butter me up for something? What did you do?” The heavenly smells of Cas’ favorite spices were starting to permeate the air, and Cas didn’t even register he was licking his lips until he glanced up at Dean, who was now staring at his mouth with a glazed over look in his eyes.

“I didn’t do anything. Not yet at least. Can’t do anything unless I get you into bed with me,” Dean muttered, spinning back around to focus on the burgers.

“You’re fucking terrible,” Cas said, rolling his eyes playfully at Dean’s teasing. “One day without bars being open and you’re already falling apart. Told you you’d be climbing the walls without being able to bring someone home.”

Cas barely dodged the onion that Dean hurled at him. He darted from the kitchen, cackling as he shouted over his shoulder, “Your aim is shit, Winchester.”

“Go fuck yourself, Novak,” Dean yelled back through his laughter.

Cas looked back, his eyes landing on the kitchen table, where a bottle of wine was already sat, with placemats and plates already laid out. Why Dean was going to all of this trouble, Cas could not understand. Neither of them cooked often, instead favoring eating crap takeout food together most of the time. Why the nice getup now? Cas decided to let it slide. It’s not like Dean had anything better to do with his time while they were stuck at home. Might as well enjoy it.

Cas had spent most of the following day working from home, conference calls over Zoom making him want to bash his head through his desk. He was suddenly envious of Dean. The lucky bastard didn’t have to work from home because he was a car mechanic, while Cas was stuck in boring meetings all day as a consultant for a law firm. Working from home was almost as bad as going into the office.

At 5 o’clock on the dot, there was a knock on his bedroom door. “Yes, Dean?” Cas asked as he got up from his desk. Dean cracked the door open, sticking his head in and flashing Cas a broad smile. “Ya done for the day?”

“Yeah, just finished up. Why?” Cas asked, stacking some papers onto the corner of his desk and unloosening his tie.

“Get out of the fancy getup and meet me in the living room in five,” Dean said, nodding his head once as if confirming with himself that his plan was set in stone.

“I- but… what for?” Cas asked, tugging the tie over his head and laying it down next to his computer.

“Five minutes, Cas,” Dean said, raising his eyebrows in challenge before closing the door behind him.

Cas sighed, dropping down so he was half sitting on the corner of his desk. What was Dean up to now? First dinner last night, which had actually been to die for and had left Cas pleasantly buzzed and radiating warmth, and now this? Shucking off his suit jacket, Cas decided he might as well go along with whatever plan Dean had set up. Work had been far too draining considering he hadn’t had to leave the apartment, and suddenly all Cas was craving was a relaxing evening.

Quickly changing into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, Cas shut down his computer and made his way out to the living room. Dean was already there, a bowl of buttery popcorn sitting on the center table, a few stray pieces having fallen out of the bowl and were leaving a buttery residue on the wood table. Two beer bottles were already open and sitting on coasters next to the popcorn bowl.

The fire was on in the fireplace, set to a low crackle, more for ambience than actually heating the room. A blanket was thrown over the couch, with the cushions placed off to the side to make more room.

The main menu of a classic Western movie was playing, and it made Cas smile broadly. This was their thing- sitting and watching corny Western movies together. It was exactly what he’d needed after a long day of working. He wasn’t even sure how Dean knew what he needed, but it made him that much happier that Dean knew him so well.

“Dean this is- this is really nice,” Cas said, eyes finally landing on Dean, who was tucked up at one end of the couch.

“Nothing more romantic than watching a movie with the fire on,” Dean said, a warm smile on his face.

Cas laughed, rolling his eyes as he collapsed on the other end of the couch. “You’re lame, do you know that?” Cas asked, pushing down the sharp flash of longing, reaching out to snag a few pieces of popcorn as Dean grabbed the remote.

“What? I’m cool as ice, I’ll have you know,” Dean replied, grabbing a handful of popcorn and flicking a few pieces at Cas.

“No, you’re corny as hell. Just play the movie, would you?”

Dean sighed dramatically, sticking his tongue out playfully before he hit play. Ten minutes into the movie, Dean had slouched down into the couch cushions, pushing his toes underneath Cas’ thigh.

“Get your cold feet off of me,” Cas said, more for show than anything.

“Nope,” Dean said, popping the P before taking a swig of his beer.

Cas pretended to push his feet away, but Dean just slid his foot further under Cas’ thigh. Sighing in defeat, Cas rested his hand on Dean’s shin, and went back to watching the movie. He slowly began to run his fingers over Dean’s ankle, trailing nonsensical patterns across his skin. These were Cas’ favorite moments, where he got to indulge in those deep longing impulses that made him want his best friend. Most of the time he ignored them, kept them so buried that he barely registered them, but there were times like this where he allowed himself to fantasize about getting to touch Dean this intimately all the time.

After another fifteen minutes, Dean grabbed some popcorn, and then held his hand out, offering a few pieces to Cas. Cas cocked his head. Why was Dean trying to feed him food? He could easily manage to reach the bowl himself if he wanted some. But the look on Dean’s face, a mixture of hope and softness, made Cas’ heart race and sparked an ache deep in his gut. He opened his mouth, and Dean popped several pieces of popcorn into his mouth.

It went on that way for the whole movie, Dean moving closer and closer until he was pressed up against Cas. He alternated between feeding Cas popcorn and offering him beer. The whole thing was domestic and Cas didn’t know what Dean was up to, but he decided just to shut up and take it. It was the closest he was going to get to those deeply-buried fantasies of him and Dean being more. If Dean wanted to act all doting, then Cas was going to bask in it. He’d just ask Dean tomorrow why he was acting strange.

The next day, Cas had forgotten all about Dean’s strange behavior from the night before. It was the weekend, and he didn’t have to work. But being stuck in quarantine wasn’t exactly the most enthralling thing. Without being able to go out, Dean was sulking around the apartment, complaining of boredom.

Ignoring his roommates whining, Cas grabbed one of the puzzles from the cupboard he’d been wanting to do for months. It was a full nature set, with trees and flowers and little bees. Just as Cas set the pieces out across the table in the living room, Dean threw himself down onto the couch.

“Jesus, Cas, what are you? Ninety? You’re really spending quarantine doing puzzles?” Dean asked.

“There’s nothing wrong with puzzles, Dean. They’re relaxing.”

“No, they’re frustrating and time-consuming is what they are,” Dean grumbled.

Cas stuck his tongue out at Dean, and then tuned him out. Letting the puzzle pieces glide across his fingers, he slowly began sorting the pieces by color, pattern, and edge verses center.

He was so absorbed in his organizing he didn’t notice Dean creeping up beside him, phone held out. The shutter-sound of the camera made Cas jerk forward, dropping the puzzle piece in his hand. “What are you doing, Dean?” Cas asked.

“Taking your picture. You’re cute when you’re all absorbed in something. Did you know you stick your tongue out slightly when you’re concentrating on something really hard?” Dean asked, a grin on his lips.

“Piss off,” Cas said, shoving Dean away, ducking his head to hide the flush that was crawling across his cheeks at Dean calling him cute.

“You’re adorable, Cas,” Dean said, sliding his arms around Cas’ shoulders and kissing Cas’ cheek in a loud and sloppy manner.

“Ew, get off of me, you freak,” Cas grumbled, shoving Dean for the second time, even though a part of him wanted to yank Dean closer and kiss him properly. Instead, he shoved those stray feelings down and went along with their usual teasing, acting disgusted by Dean’s actions.

Dean laughed, ruffling Cas’ hair before he was letting go.

“Alright, alright, I’m going. Come find me when you’re done being boring,” he teased before he was gone again.

The next time Cas heard the shutter of Dean’s camera, he was watering his plants that sat on the windowsill in their kitchen.

“Dean!” Cas yelled, turning around and shooting Dean a look.

“What?” Dean asked faux innocently, sliding his phone into his back pocket.

“Why are you taking pictures of me?”

“Because I like you,” Dean said, tilting his head slightly as if his answer was obvious.

“You’re such a creep,” Cas muttered, turning around and watering the last of his plants, trying to calm his racing heart at Dean saying he liked him. He knew Dean just meant as a best friend. He needed to stop these flare ups of his little crush.

“Am not. People take pictures of those they like all the time,” Dean pointed out, hopping up and sitting on the counter.

“Not while they’re doing mundane chores, Dean.”

“That’s when you’re at your most vulnerable, though. You’re not expecting it. Shows your natural beauty,” Dean said, swinging his legs and tapping his feet against the cupboard.

“Natural beauty? Are you drunk?”

“No, of course I’m not. You’re hot, Cas. Just trying to bask in your hotness.”

“I’m going onto the balcony to escape your insanity. You need to get out of the apartment. Quarantine is driving you mad,” Cas said, his palms breaking out in a sweat and his heart skipping beats at Dean calling him hot. Oh God, he was so totally screwed. This really was getting out of control.

“Rude!” Dean yelled, grabbing the roll of paper towels and hurling them at Cas’ head as he opened the sliding door to their balcony.

The third time Cas heard Dean snap a picture of him, he was sitting at his desk, organizing things for work on Monday. “Dean, I swear to God!” Cas said, pushing away from his desk.

“A Castiel in his natural habitat, working at his desk even on the weekend; so studious,” Dean said, dropping his voice into a narrator voice.

“I’m going to kill you,” Cas said, stalking after Dean as he darted down the hall.

“Not if you can’t catch me,” Dean sing-songed.

“You’ve got nowhere to go. This apartment is not big enough for you to hide in.”

Dean’s laugh echoed from the living room and Cas rolled his eyes, giving up and deciding he’d get his revenge later when Dean was least expecting it.

But those thoughts slipped completely from his mind by that evening when Cas saw new picture frames dotted around the apartment. Dean had been busy. All the pictures he’d taken throughout the day had been freshly printed out on their printer and Dean had placed them into open frames they had around the place.

When Cas saw the picture of him watering his plants hung up in the hallway, he traced his fingers over the frame in awe. The sunlight was cascading through the window, lighting up his hair and creating a glow around him. He had to admit, Dean really was an incredible photographer. Although why Dean had taken the pictures and framed them escaped Cas. It was almost romantic, the way Dean had framed the pictures so carefully like one would do for a lover. Cas banged his head against the wall, trying desperately to push the thoughts out of his head. Dean was just bored and looking for something to do to keep himself entertained. It didn’t mean anything.

When Cas collapsed on the couch that night and asked Dean, Dean just shrugged, a soft smile on his face that Cas couldn’t decipher. It gave him the smallest dash of hope that maybe, just maybe, there was something between them.

As Cas walked by Dean’s door the next day, he heard Dean on the phone.

“I’m serious, Sammy. I like him. Like, really like him. And it’s like he’s not getting my hints at all. I thought everything I’d been doing was screaming romantic partner vibes, but he’s missing all the signs. It’s driving me nuts.”

Feeling like a creep for eavesdropping on Dean’s call to Sam, Cas made his way into the living room, his head racing.

Dean liked someone? Who was it? Was it someone from the car shop he worked at? Someone he’d met at a bar? Clearly someone had caught his attention, and fairly seriously if he was telling his brother.

Frowning, Cas slumped down on the couch. Dean had never been the romantic sappy type of person. At least, not with anyone Cas had ever known of. He’d never seen Dean get close or comfortable with anyone besides him, but that’s just because they were roommates and were used to living together and being in each other’s pockets. It had nothing to do with Cas’ small- fastly growing- crush.

The more he thought about it, the more it hurt his head as he tried desperately to think who could have captured Dean’s attention enough that he wasn’t just being flirty but was actually being serious about someone. He’d have to ask Dean later, because now he was curious, and a small part of him was jealous.

Okay, more than a little jealous. He didn’t like some other guy taking Dean’s attention. He liked being the one Dean was focusing on, even if it was dumb things like taking his picture and framing them.

It was that kind of behavior that made Cas wonder at the back of his mind if Dean liked him…? But it couldn’t be. Dean would have just said if he liked him. Dean was nothing but bold and brash. They’d always been flirty and touchy feely with each other. Cas had to separate out Dean’s usual flirty behavior from his own desperately growing crush for Dean.

Later that night, Cas had completely forgotten about over-hearing Dean’s conversation. They were sat on the couch together, watching an old wrestling match on TV and sharing a bag of doritos they’d found in the cupboard.

Just as Cas had gotten comfortable, wriggling down into the cushions, the air conditioning kicked on and Cas shivered. “Fucking AC. Always kicks in too cold,” he whined, trying to huddle further into the pillows.

Dean laughed, turning his head away from the screen to look at Cas. “You’re such a baby. It’s not that cold.”

“Says the man currently wearing a jacket indoors,” Cas grumbled, flicking a dorito at Dean’s head.

“Then why don’t you get up and go get a jacket or a blanket?” Dean asked, grabbing the chip Cas had thrown at him and popping it into his mouth.

“Because I’m comfy and I don’t want to get up,” Cas said.

Dean chuckled again, shifting on the couch until he was sitting up instead slouching next to Cas. Shrugging his shoulders, Dean shucked off his jacket. “Here, you can take mine,” he said, holding it out for Cas to take.

“You’re sure?”

Dean nodded, smiling softly. “Looks good on you.”

Cas flushed, yanking the jacket from Dean’s hand and sliding it on so he could avoid Dean seeing how flushed his cheeks were. He took a deep breath, the scent of Dean’s aftershave tingling his nose and making him yearn. This crush was getting unbearable. He really needed to do something to stop himself from blurting something out that Dean definitely wouldn’t reciprocate.

“Thanks, Dean,” Cas mumbled, tucking his burning cheeks into the couch cushion so Dean wouldn’t know how much he was enjoying wearing his jacket.

“You’re welcome,” Dean said.

And oh God, was Dean’s tone more tender than normal? Was Cas just projecting his own crush back onto Dean’s actions? His head was spinning and hurting with how confusing this all was.

Ignoring the swirling thoughts, Cas buried himself further in Dean’s jacket and went back to watching the wrestling match, completely missing the look of adoration and hope radiating on Dean’s face.

Two days later, Cas heard Dean on the phone again as he walked past Dean’s closed door. “He just isn’t getting the hint and I’m being so obvious… It’s not funny, Sam… What the hell do you mean ramp it up?... Spell it out how?... Fuck off, my moves are suave, you complete ass… You’re not being helpful at all… No, you literally suck. Worst brother ever… I’m not calling you again… I hope you run out of toilet paper and can’t buy anymore… No, you can’t steal my toilet paper, go get your own.”

Then Dean was laughing and whatever deep conversation the brothers had been having was drowned out by their bantering back and forth.

Cas slipped into the kitchen, his head swimming with the conversation he’d just heard. Part of him yearned for Dean to be talking about him, but he knew he wasn’t. Dean hadn’t been wooing him or dropping hints at him. Sure, Dean had been flirty, maybe a little more flirty than normal, but that was probably because he was stuck indoors because of the pandemic and didn’t have his local haunts where he flirted with everyone.

Whoever it was Dean was dropping hints at, it was clearly going on while Cas was working. Although why Dean hadn’t come and talked to him about it stung a little. But then knowing it wasn’t him stung more.

The whole situation sucked no matter how Cas looked at it. He really shouldn’t have been eavesdropping in the first place. He’d only made himself feel worse by hearing Dean talk to Sam about this supposed guy who had captured Dean’s heart.

It was his own fault anyway. Up until recently, he’d managed to keep his little crush on Dean buried deep and mostly ignored, except for the nights Dean was out and Cas moped around wishing Dean was with him. But now he was with Dean 24/7, his crush had just exploded, sending him spinning out of control.

He needed to get a grip. Dean was clearly interested in someone else. Cas really just needed to bottle up his crush and move on. There was always their normal flirty behavior, which Cas hoped would never change. If that was as close as Cas was going to get to Dean wanting him back, then he’d take that and run with it.

Cas had been so wrapped up in his jumbled thoughts, he missed Dean waltzing into the room wearing nothing but a robe, which was barely tied; showing his bare skin and his very apparent lack of boxers.

The sight was so distracting and so delicious Cas felt a surge of lust cascade down his body. His eyes settled on Dean’s waist, the slightly bulge just underneath the tie of his robe sending a shockwave of desire down Cas’ spine.

Jerking away from the counter, Cas stumbled, hitting his head on one of the cupboards. “Fuck me,” Cas yelped, handing darting up to the back of his head where he was sure a bruise was going to form in a few minutes.

“I’m trying,” Dean said, moving towards the freezer to grab an ice pack.

Cas didn’t hear Dean though, too busy wincing at the throbbing lump already appearing at the back of his skull.

“C’mere, you idiot,” Dean said, his hand wrapping around Cas’ wrist and tugging him towards the kitchen table. He pushed Cas into a seat and pressed the ice pack into the back of Cas’ head. “I know you’re accident prone, but you’re not normally that bad.”

“Yeah, well, wasn’t expecting you strutting in wearing nothing,” Cas said, wincing as Dean moved the ice pack slightly.

“You saying you like me wearing nothing?” Dean teased, even though there was a hint of a serious question buried somewhere in those words.

Cas chewed on his tongue to stop himself from instantly blurting out yes. “I’m just saying warn a guy before you go waltzing around like that. It’s distracting.”

“Distracting in a good way?” Dean almost purred.

Cas shuddered, Dean’s words sparking a trail of desire down Cas’ spine. Cas let his head drop down against the table, groaning heavily. “Yes. No. I don’t know. Fuck, my head hurts.”

Stepping back into the kitchen, Cas heard Dean rattling around for a few seconds before he came back with a rag and a glass of water. He wrapped the ice pack in the rag and placed it across the bruise on Cas’ head. “I’m going to get you some tylenol for the pain, alright? I’ll be right back. Just don’t move too quickly.”

This was all Cas’ dumb fault. If he wasn’t so attracted to his roommate, he wouldn’t have jerked back and hit himself in the head when he saw Dean wearing very little clothing. Dean paraded around in just his boxers all the time. He shouldn’t have let this get to him. If he could just tamper down this stupid crush, everything could go back to normal and he’d just tease Dean for parading around like that and act like it was nothing.

If there was any chance of Dean liking him back, Cas had just utterly ruined it by making a complete and utter fool of himself. He just wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Even with his eyes closed, all Cas could see was Dean standing there in his robe with so much of his tanned skin showing, and it just made Cas squirm with need. He really really needed to get this crush under control before it was too late.

The next morning, Cas slept in late. He’d requested the day off, citing he’d sustained a minor head injury and needed the day to rest. Sure, his head was still slightly sore, but it was his ego that had taken the worst bruising.

When Cas grabbed his phone to check the time, it was almost noon. Yawning, he pushed himself up and threw on some sweats and a tshirt so he could mope around and have a lazy day. Just as he was tugging his tshirt on, the smell of freshly baked cake wafted into the room.

Cas inhaled deeply, the smell of vanilla lingering in the air.

Dean didn’t bake often, but when he did, it was Cas’ favorite thing. Especially when he baked cakes. Deciding he could take the embarrassment if it meant getting a slice of that heavenly cake, Cas cracked open his bedroom door. Across the room, Dean’s door was slightly ajar, the lights dimmed low in his room. That was Dean’s sign that he was in his room and didn’t mind if Cas came in.

Mind made up, Cas decided he’d cut himself a slice of cake and then go thank Dean for baking. He quickly made his way to the kitchen, drawn by the smell of the delicious cake. His eyes instantly settled on the cake Dean had left on the counter and he felt himself grin.

Grabbing a plate and a knife and setting them on the counter, Cas went to pick the cake up, only he froze with his hand inches from the dessert. His eyes darted across the top of the cake and he felt his heart seize and then lurch in his chest. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

Cas swore his lungs must have stopped working because there was no air flooding his chest. His head was spinning as his eyes skimmed repeatedly over the words that had been piped on the cake. Bold. Bright. Brash. Just Dean’s style.

I like YOU. Now get in my bed.

Cas grabbed hold of the counter, his knuckles going white as he tried to steady himself. Was this real life? Did Dean really mean… this whole time? Dean liked him back? This couldn’t be happening… could it?

There was no mistaking this though, right? No one else was coming into their apartment, not when they were self isolating. Everything from the past week and a half started to click in Cas’ head. The romantic dinner. The date-night movie night. The framed pictures. The clothes sharing. Dean walking around practically naked. His phone calls with Sam. It was all so blatantly obvious Cas felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest with how hard and fast it was beating. Dean hadn’t just been flirting, he’d been making obvious advances that Cas had missed.

Stumbling forward, Cas’ legs directed him towards Dean’s room before he even knew what was happening. He pushed open Dean’s door, and all of the air in his lungs was sucked out in a sharp gasp.

Dean was propped up on the bed in just a tshirt and boxers, and oh God that was hot. Then Cas’ eyes were drawn to the softly lit candles that were dotted around the room, along with little flowers that grew behind their complex were sprinkled around, too. It was the perfect mixture of romantic and sensual, and Cas swore he was going to faint.

When Cas finally looked back at Dean and their eyes locked, Dean said, “Fucking finally. Get your cute ass over here.”

Swallowing thickly, Cas moved his numb feet across the wood floor until he was standing in front of Dean. Dean looked him up and down, a slow drag of his gaze that lingered on every part of Cas, before he was looking up at Cas’ mouth and licking his lips.

Cas could feel the bright red flush creeping across his cheeks and down his neck at the hungry way Dean was looking at him. “Dean- I, Dean… I don’t- I don’t understand,” Cas stuttered.

“Cas, I don’t know how much more obvious I can make it. I like you, been trying to tell you for months, God, years. Why do you think I’ve been flirting with you for so long?”

Cas cocked his head, regarding Dean. “All this time you’ve been flirting with me… because you like me?”

Dean tipped his head back with a chuckle. “Yes, Cas.”

“Did you know that I- that I’ve been… that it was mutual?”

Dean reached out, sliding his hand around Cas’ wrist and tugging him closer, until Cas was standing in between his legs. “I’ve had an inkling about your feelings towards me. Hence why I’ve been trying to spell it out for you that I felt the same way about you.”

“How long?” Cas asked.

“Since you moved in,” Dean said, sliding his arms around Cas’ neck and pulling him closer.

“This whole time. Fuck, we could have been together this whole time,” Cas muttered, dropping his forehead to rest against Dean’s.

“Now that we’ve established that, please for the love of God would you just kiss me already,” Dean said tilting his head up so his lips barely brushed against Cas’.

Cas lurched forward, closing the minute space between them until he was kissing Dean. Sparks electrified down Cas’ spine, sending jolts of lust and desire cascading through Cas’ body.

When Dean slightly pulled back from the kiss, Cas chased Dean’s mouth, leaning into the bed to reconnect their lips. Dean’s arms snaked around Cas’ waist, yanking Cas down onto the bed with him. Cas let out a shocked noise, arching up into Dean’s touch as their lips melded together in another kiss. After several long minutes, Cas pulled away, gasping for breath.

“You okay?” Dean asked, bumping their noses together softly.

Cas nodded, pressing forward to lock their mouths together in another round of kisses. A choked off noise slipped from Cas’ throat a few minutes later when Dean’s tongue swiped across his lower lip and slipped into his mouth.

Dean licked across his tongue, sliding their mouths together in a wet glide. Cas groaned, pressing his tongue up into Dean’s until they were panting into each other's mouths.

“‘Bout damn time,” Dean said, nipping at Cas’ lower lip.

“Shoulda just kissed me years ago,” Cas said, smirking against Dean’s mouth.

“Gonna kiss you right now,” Dean said before he was slotting their lips together again, this time wetter and hotter and deeper.

Cas lost track of time, one kiss blurring into another until they were making out, wet and sloppy. Each slide of their lips sent Cas’ hand spinning and his heart beating so wildly against his ribs he was sure it was going to beat right out of his chest.

When Dean finally pulled away, Cas shivered when he saw the wet trail across Dean’s lips, and he groaned under his breath. Dean smirked, licking his lips slowly before he gently bumped his nose against Cas’.

“You good?” Dean asked, voice gruff and deep.

Cas shuddered again, his hand gripping tightly to Dean’s tshirt. “Never been better,” Cas said, grinning up at Dean.

“Now that I’ve ravaged you, how about you say we go eat some of that cake?” Dean asked.

Cas laughed, tipping his forehead against Dean’s. “Can’t believe you baked a cake and wrote that you wanted me in your bed on it.”

“Go big or go home. You weren't getting my hints, so I had to quite literally spell it out for you,” Dean said, pressing a chaste kiss to Cas’ lips despite the fact he was laughing.

“Shoulda just pushed me up against a wall and kissed me. I would have gotten the message loud and clear.”

“Oh, don’t give me ideas, sweetheart. I’ll be pushing you up against every wall and making out with you at every opportunity from now on,” Dean smirked.

“Well, we’re still under the stay at home order. Got plenty of time to make out with me against every wall in this apartment,” Cas teased.

“Let’s start now then,” Dean said, yanking Cas up from the bed and pushing him into the wall next to the bed, locking their lips together in a searing kiss.

It took them a solid hour to reach the kitchen; making out against every inch of wall between Dean’s bed and the kitchen table. And Cas enjoyed every single second of Dean's mouth locked with his; tongues rubbing together and lips gliding until Cas wasn’t sure where he ended and Dean began.

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dingobait · 4 years ago

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SPN 15x20 - rewrite script notes ‘Carry On’

SPN 15x20 - rewrite.

Saving Cas from the empty is the only thing left for Dean and Sam to do.

2735 words: script notes- Destiel, Fixit, Happy, All the gangs here to help saving Cas. Half Ficlet / half mad writings of a grieving Fan requiring happiness and true love and closure- gonna use this as the starting point for some writing practice and probs eventually write a fan / spec script.

Id start it with Dean on the road, fuming and stewing over his grief for Cas. Ignoring Sams calls. Maybe a moment where he hesitates near the trunk of the Impala when Sam comes out of the bunker to be like ‘Dude?! Stop ignoring me!’ And Dean guiltily hides what will later be revealed as Cas’ coat.

All the alternate world hunters are staying in the bunker and established as being back. They’re reorganising, gathering info figuring out what’s changed in this new world post dusting. Sam can’t keep his eyes off Eileen as she works. He keeps getting distracted and almost missing the table when trying to put down his coffee mug. Not wanting to miss a word she signs. She gives his wrist a gentle squeeze when she moves past him, signing that ‘She’s not going anywhere, Promise’.

The bunker is too crowded for Dean, too noisy, he gets busted sitting in Cas’ room, holding the mixtape between his hands.

Sam and he talk about feelings, well they talk around feelings at least. The ‘I love you’ confession will be saved for the very end for Cas’ ears only.

Our inciting incident of the episode starts off screen. Deans choking on his words about missing Cas, Sam amazed at how many words he’s finally coaxed out of his brother- and then from the other room there’s shouts of shock and alarm- there’s a dark smear growing in the air of the main room of the bunker. And for a brief moment a face struggles to push itself out of the muck- Dean and Sam arrive in the room just as the goo shimmers like oil vapours in the air and disappears. Cas? Deans afraid to voice it aloud but Charlie beats him to it. Sams nodding. Freaked out. Everyone agrees it looked like Cas.

They have a smear of the Empty left behind to work with. And A room full of witnesses who all want to help.

Jack shows up saying ‘so sorry I can’t play favourites’ while clearly playing favourites and guiding them to the book that contains the magical solution they need (ala Cas’ telling Dean about the arch angel attached to the profit Chuck in season four, ‘so sad I can’t help WINK if only I could ‘continues to give gives blatant info haha)

For the first step of the spell, we’d need a psychic to establish a tether to the Cas in the empty, we’d have to go and check in on the Wayward Sisters to ask for Missouris’ granddaughters help. We’d see Kia and Claire together as a couple, and Sam would catch Dean looking at them trying to hide how happy they are in the face of Deans misery.

Patience needs something of Cas’ to create a tether, Sam freaks that they don’t have anything with them and Dean has to clear his throat twice to get the words out that he does.

He retrieves the trench coat from the trunk. (Or maybe his own jacket with the bloody handprint still on its shoulder- Sam’s all ’ew dean you still haven’t washed this?!’)

The first part of the spells in place. Patience says something cryptic to Dean as she hands back the trenchcoat, his grip is perhaps a bit too tight to be read as anything but casual. Jodys attempt at getting Dean to open up is less subtle, everyone’s trying to get Dean to admit If he’s okay or hurting or something worse.

‘You’ve gotta talk about it eventually’, but Sam can see the explosion building in Dean, but then it’s an implosion as instead of getting mad Dean just shuts down, shoulders caving in, and Dean just has to go

‘Pick you up later Sammy’ and he’s out the door.

We finally see the tears once he’s alone in the car

Driving, he almost hits the smear of black ooze absorbing the glow of the impalas headlights growing in the middle of the road, he skids and frames the scene with the headlights, jumping out of the car as Cas tries once again to pull himself from the empty, this time the oil parts slightly and Cas’ hands push through, Dean sprints forward, and almost has Cas’ hand tightly in his own before the oozey hole in the universe blinks back closed.

Jack will pop in briefly, commenting about how how well the first part of the spell worked with Patience’s help. He’d plant another hint about the next step of the spell, and Dean would sheepishly head back to pick up Sam to tell him the news.

Together the whole gang discuss the case over a family dinner, food everywhere, no more emotional pushing from anyone, Dean’s allowed to stay quiet and is offered additional serves as everyone brainstorms how to interpret / fulfil the next step of the spell to save Cas.

Sam quietly checks in with Dean, elbowing him as Jody and Donna and the girls talk at the other end of the table. Sam assures Dean that everyone didn’t mean to freak him out earlier and Dean cuts him off.

‘I think I needed the reminder that we’re in this together’ he admits.

Sam agrees, ‘You’re not the only one who wants Cas back Dean.’

With Charlie’s remote hacking help, we find the location of next relic we need / the next spell component. We see Stevie helping with the research, we see Bobby breaking a code and Garth adding some new piece of lore that’s vital to the puzzle.

We have a classic heist sequence with Dean and Sam doing what they do best, breaking into places to steal shit from museums. It’s dope, music sequences and everything ending with Dean almost tripping a lasor sensor before Sam pulls him back at the last moment. Dean thought he saw another hint of Black ooze and drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

Later on the side of the road and with the first hint of hope /excitement from Dean, we preform the next part of the spell.

Almost instantly, another black ooze rifts appears, Cas struggles to pull himself free, but this time Sam and Dean manage to grab his arms together, they pull with all their might, the ooze is retreating back from Cas’ shoulders, neck, and slowly his face, and we finally see the fight in his blue eyes, the desperate hope, struggling to get back to our world.

Dean and Cas make eye contact, Deans grip on his arm turns bone tight- but the ooze is reclaiming Cas’ throat, cutting off his attempt at Deans name. A deep voice rumbles from beyond the rift ’I said forever!’- and SNAP! The ooze rift slams back shut. And dean and Sam are left sprawling on the ground.

Deans hands close on handfuls of dirt and grass, and then Jack appears. Jolly and smiling.

‘That was very close! I almost thought you wouldn’t need the final spell component!’

‘A rare dagger and one other other thing is required to walk through the Empty unscathed.’ Jack hands the the dagger to Dean. He weighs the stone dagger in his hand.

‘Whats the other requirement?’

’Love willingly given’ Jack tells him and Dean gives a wobbly grin and just nods and opens his mouth to say something but Jack shakes his head, ‘no, I’m not the one who needs to hear it’.

Sam thanks Jack for his help making things right as Dean walks back to where the oozey tear appeared. He clears his throat, once twice, gripping the ancient dagger in his hands. He turns back to Sam and Jack who confer back and forth, Jack looks over and just nods back towards the afflicted space, a ‘go on you can do it’ but they both give Dean his space.

Dean flips the dagger about, changing the grip with finesse and gathers himself. He stares at the point in space that had so recently held Cas.

‘We’re not done yet’ Dean finally admits as he stabs the dagger into the air and slices through universe, the dagger vibrates in his hands, the rift trying to resist, but Dean leans into it, whispering

‘it’s my turn to save your, ass you ass’ and the dagger slices clean through the worlds.

Dean steps through the door he’s created, the void empty sans his own reflection beneath him, but the daggers glowing in his hand now, a beacon that grows hot and cold as he waves it before him. Dean follows the bacon of light, and meets Cas half way, the angel is struggling against the ooze at a snails pace, drowning in the thick liquid and Dean grabs his shoulder and heaves, using the dagger to hack at the muck, and then Cas is falling into him and this time Dean drags Cas through the darkness, a perfect reproduction of Cas herding Dean through the halls of the Bunker when Billie came after them, but now Dean’s the one to throw Cas to safety through the door before leaping through it just a footfall behind him.

And they land in a tangle of limbs in the grass on the side of the highway with Jack and Sam watching on.

‘Ow’ Cas says in his familiar deep rumble. Dean chokes back a half gasped laugh as he lifts himself of Cas’ chest, but then - movement from the corner of his eye. He spins, blade in hand.

An arm of ooze streaks out towards Cas, greedy and grasping but Dean cleaves it in two before stabbing the dagger into the ground at the base of the rift. The rift blinks out of existence and we’re left alone on the side of the road.

Cas lays on his back, blinking up at the night sky. ‘So It worked?’ Dean looks down at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a clumsy seated embrace, Dean buries his face in Cas’ shoulder.

‘Hello Dean’ he says warmly. Dean gasp laughs into Cas’ shirt collar.

’You can have it. You’ve always had it.’ He whispers the words into Cas’ neck who stiffens in surprise, looking down at Dean incredulously as Sam and Jack engulf them all in a full embrace. Any other words are stuck in Deans mouth.

’It’s been too long!’ / ’Welcome home!’ a sweet short lived reunion. They get up, Sam jumping on his phone to spread the good news as he walks back to the car, Jack explains the status quo. Giving Cas a wonderful speech about well deserved places in the world and how if you’re lucky you can carve out a family of your own and he thanks Cas for being a wonderful dad and promises that they still have to work to do and he of course he’ll be around.

But eventually he catches on to the energy in the night air, Dean hovering over Cas’ shoulder, Jack ‘Jacks’ and states an obvious ‘ohhhh this is one of those situations Sam told me to help facilitate, I’m going to * obvious wink* remove myself’ and he Bamfs out.

And Dean grabs Cas’ shoulder, half trying to brush off the black handprint he’s left there in dirt or ooze, half trying to gather his courage and Cas watches as Dean finally looks up and meets his eyes.

‘They’re hard words to say aloud.’ Dean admits, but Cas hears them anyway, and a surprised heart warming smile forms on Cas’ face, and maybe it’s a little bit wobbly.

‘Love is patient.’ Cas offers but Dean winces. He grips Cas’ shoulder tightly, but forces his grip to relax. His hands settling into something almost soft at Cas’ sides, bracketing his elbows. An almost embrace as Dean leans closer.

‘No fuck that. You deserve’ - he scrunches up his nose at the word, ‘You’re… wonderful. You have to know you’re wonderful- I, goddamnit I’m not good with any of this. You shouldn’t have to be so patient.’ Cas is watching him with a warm smile, basking in the words, in the words he can now see between them, and Deans hands are gently drifting up and down Cas’ arms. They finally settle on his waist. Cas would never tell Dean he could feel their shaking.

‘I love you as you are Dean Winchester’ Cas tells him solemnly.

And Dean kisses him. A brief fierce thing, before he buries his face once more into Cas’ neck, engulfing him in a soul squeezing hug.

We see Deans lips move to form the words we so want to hear, but the words themselves are for Cas’ ears alone as we see Sam watching them from the Impala.

His expression is pained, Half ‘gross that’s my brother making out with an angel’, half ‘my fucking god FINALLY’.

His phone going off in his hands, Eileen and others excited about the news of Cas’ return, and Sam hesitates for a moment before raising the phone. Just as Sam predicted, Dean and Cas kiss once more, the shadows soft about them in the half light on this stretch of remote road. Sam takes a photo and sends it to Eileen… A whole new flurry of texts flood his screen: OMFG WHAT FINALLY?! YOU OWE ME $$$$ and the radios bubbling softly in the interior of the Impala. The first few notes of ‘Carry on my wayward son’.

Dean knocks on the drivers door, Sam jumps and hides his phone guilty.

‘Outta my seat Bitch’ Dean opens the door for him, Sam goes around to get into the passenger seat, only to see Cas already sitting in it, still glowing but trying to play it cool. Cas’ eyes slide to the backseat and Sam humfs before getting in.

‘You’re both jerks.’

Cas and Dean share a look. Sam groans and slumps down in the backseat. But his happiness about the situation is clear.

The music kicks in, the night sky is endless, and the family are together on the backroads of America, ready to take on whatever comes next.

THE END

Maybe a quick shot post credits scene of Gabriel and Crowley and Balthazar exchanging money with all the other angels and demons now awake and creating chaos in the empty.

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idreamofplaid · 5 years ago

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Finding Christmas

Summary: The reader gives Dean the greatest gift of all.

Characters: Sam x Reader; Destiel; Macie (OFC)

Word Count: 3303

Warnings: This fic deals with the subjects of childlessness and surrogacy.

A/N: I wrote this fic for Christmas two or three years ago. That year, “Where Are You Christmas?” by Faith Hill was stuck in my head, and this fic was the result. I’m posting it again for Day 9 of Half Christmas.

TWO WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Where Are You Christmas?

You closed the book and kissed the top of your daughter’s head. The train had taken its magical trip to the North Pole again. Macie looked up at you with innocent blue eyes. Tomorrow they might be green or gray; they changed color just like Sam’s. “Mommy, do you think Daddy’s lucky?”

You brushed Macie’s hair back off her forehead and smiled at her wondering where this was going. “I guess. When I think of your daddy, I think he’s kind and brave. He helps people whenever he can, and he loves us very much.”

Macie was quiet for a second or two playing with the ears of her plush bunny. Then she turned her eyes back up to you. “Uncle Dean said Daddy’s lucky.”

Now you were definitely curious. “He did?”

Macie continued in her sweet, sincere voice. “Yeah. He said Daddy was lucky because he has me. He seemed sad, Mommy.” You inhaled deeply and slowly released your breath. You understood what Dean was feeling, the longing for a child of your own. “Can we ask Santa to bring Uncle Dean a little girl?”

You put the book down on the bed, and Macie settled her head against her pillow. “It doesn’t work that way, sweetie. Santa doesn’t bring people.”

“How do you get people, Mommy?”

You opened your mouth to answer, then closed it again. “That’s complicated, honey bee.” You kissed Macie’s forehead. “Leave that to the grown ups to think about, and you think about the things you want for Christmas.”

As you reached to flip the light switch on your way out of the room, you turned back to look at your daughter. She lifted her head, “Does Santa bring puppies?”

You smiled and with a little laugh blew her a kiss. “I love you, Macie. Go to sleep now.”

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Why Have You Gone Away?

The cookies still needed to be frosted, so you made your way to the kitchen. Dean was sitting at the kitchen table with his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, Irish coffee from the smell of it. You sized up his posture and the look on his face. Yep, something was on his mind. Time to do some artful digging. You took the frosting you’d mixed earlier from one of the shelves and lifted the plastic wrap from it. “Did Sam say how long this shopping trip with Cas was going to last?”

Dean took a sip from his cup and swallowed. “Nope. Could be awhile. Cas knows nothing about Christmas shopping.”

You took a wooden spoon from the ceramic container on the counter and began to stir the frosting. It was thick, creamy, and smelled like home. It brought back pleasant childhood memories. You looked up from the bowl squarely at Dean. “You ever decorated Christmas cookies?”

His eyes crinkled when he smiled and shook his head. “Decorate cookies? The only cookies we ever had came out of a bag.”

Your eyes had an intent gleam in them. “Then it’s time. Get up and come over here.”

Dean got up and walked toward you, coffee still in hand. He looked like Christmas a good bit of the time, the way he did tonight in his red plaid shirt. He looked down at what you were doing. “So, what do you want me to do with this frosting?”

You tapped the spoon on the side of the bowl loosening the excess frosting and pointed toward a drawer. “You’re gonna need a spreader.” When Dean didn’t move, you turned your head toward him. He raised his eyebrows. Without missing a beat, you pointed to the drawer again. “They’re in there, the things with candy canes on the end.” He opened the drawer and sifted through the utensils. In the meantime, you located the plastic container filled with red and green sprinkles. You popped the top off and set it on the counter next to the bowl of frosting.

Dean had finally located the spreaders. He lifted one in triumph then placed it on the counter for you and reached back in the drawer to get one for himself. The cookies were waiting on a cooling rack. You brought them to your work surface, picked up a cookie, and handed it to Dean. “Every kid should decorate Christmas cookies, and it’s never too late.”

You demonstrated what to do by picking up a cookie, smoothing frosting over it, and dropping some festive sprinkles on top. Dean had talent in the kitchen, and he picked up on the cookie thing quickly, distributing sprinkles evenly across the tops of the cookies. “You’ve got it. I’d say you’re ready to pass the skill along to the next generation.” You watched carefully for his reaction, and sure enough a shadow crossed his face.

Dean focused intently on the cookie in his hand as he put it down. “I think it’s up to you and Sam to teach Macie how to do this.”

“Do you ever think about having kids, Dean?” You stopped what you were doing, all your attention was directed toward waiting for his answer.

His eyes got a far away look in them. “All the time, but that’s never been in the cards for me.” He picked up a kitchen towel, wiped his hands, and tossed it down. He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Thanks for filling in one of the gaps in my Christmas experience.” He walked out leaving you alone in the kitchen with the knowledge that your baby was right. Dean wanted a child of his own.

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My Life Is Changing. It’s Rearranging.

Over the next few days, a plan began to form in your mind. You needed to sit with it and think about it, be sure, before you said anything to Sam. It was when you decorated the tree together as a family that you made up your mind. Dean had helped Macie string popcorn to go on the tree, and now he was holding her up so she could put it on the high branches. You smiled watching them together, and you weren’t the only one who was watching. Cas didn’t take his eyes off Dean; his love for your brother-in-law evident in his expression.

Dean handed Macie to her daddy, and she explained to him how Santa’s reindeer could eat the popcorn if they were hungry. You saw Sam’s wordless exchange with Dean, his look said “we’re going to be eating some stale popcorn.” Then Sam’s eyes caught yours. He smiled, dimples aimed directly at you. Then he mouthed, “I love you.” You felt a tear in the corner of your eye. This incredible man you married had given you this family, this beautiful life. The tear slipped down your cheek.

Sam saw. He put Macie down and nodded at his brother. Dean took her hand and directed her attention to one of the ornaments on the tree. Sam came over and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You okay, beautiful?”

You brushed the tear from your cheek. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine. There’s just something I want to talk to you about.” You glanced again at Dean with your daughter. “Something good.” Sam leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

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Later that night, you lay in bed with Sam. The two of you were resting on an ample number of pillows, lying on your sides facing each other snuggled under the quilt you had added to the standard Men of Letters linens to make it cozier. Sam was holding both your hands in his. His eyes were a dark honeyed hazel, almost brown, and filled with a wonder you had only seen in them twice before. The first time Sam had looked like that was when you told him you loved him, the second was when you told him you were pregnant.

He had started to say something twice and stopped, choosing instead to keep looking in your eyes. You let yourself get lost in the moment, caught up in feeling his touch when he brushed the pad of his thumb across your cheek. Sam finally spoke, and his voice was soft and steady. “You are more amazing than anything I ever could have imagined. You really want to do this. You’re willing to do it.”

“Are you okay with it?” Your heart was pounding in your chest. “Are you okay with me being a surrogate for Dean and Cas?”

Sam gave you a soft smile and kissed you gently. “Yes, I want to do it too.”

Your breathing got shallow, and you could feel tears pricking the backs of your eyes overwhelmed by what the two of you had just agreed to do. “Sam?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” You could feel his hand sunk deep in your hair, fingers tangling through your locks.

“Make love to me. You may not want to when I’m pregnant.”

Sam left a trail of kisses starting at your temple down the side of your face, his lips moving against your skin. “You might be carrying Dean’s baby, but you’ll still be my wife.” He reached for the hem of your sleep shirt and pulled it up over your head and off. His kisses were tender and passionate, reassuring you that wouldn’t change.

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CHRISTMAS EVE

I’m not the same one, look what the time’s done.

You put the chocolate pie down in the center of the kitchen table. Dean reached for it, pulling it closer to him. He started to cut a piece and looked with questioning eyes at you and his brother. “What’s up with you two? We’ve never had pie on Christmas Eve before, but I’m not arguing with pie.” You sat down across from Dean and passed him a plate for his slice of pie. Dean popped a bite of chocolate and whipped cream in his mouth, closing his eyes in appreciation.

In the middle of his second bite, Dean noticed no one was saying anything. Sam took your hand and held it in silent support of what you were about to say. “Dean, I’ve been thinking about what you said before about having kids.”

Dean put his fork down and lowered his head. He gave Cas a quick sideways glance. “What about it?”

You looked at Sam. He smiled, and you turned your attention back to Dean. “I know you think you can’t have children of your own, but what if you could?” Dean raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly trying to work out what you’d just said. “What if I carried the baby for you?” Cas’s eyes widened, his lips parted, and he focused completely on Dean waiting for his reaction.

You took a deep breath and continued. “Your sperm. It would be your baby.”

Dean tilted his head, and his eyes moved down to the table and then back up to you. “Mine...and yours?”

You let go of Sam’s hand and reached across the table to cover Dean’s. “The baby would belong to you and Cas. We would all raise her or him together, just like with Macie.”

You watched the tears fill Dean’s eyes as he comprehended just what you meant. He got up and walked around the table; you stood to meet him. He hugged you tightly resting his cheek on the top of your head. “Thank you.”

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MID JANUARY

Christmas is here, everywhere.

Cas walked around the bedroom lighting candles until a warm glow and the scent of evergreen, vanilla, and cinnamon filled the room. Dean was sitting on the bed, his legs stretched out with his back against the headboard. Cas took his place beside him and adopted a similar posture. Dean was chewing on his bottom lip, lost in thought. Cas reached for him barely brushing beneath Dean’s chin with his finger. “You ready for this?”

It was so quiet both men could hear the flicker of the candle flames. Dean nodded. “Uh, Huh. I’m ready. It just feels kinda weird, you know? I mean...how important this is.”

Cas’s eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. “I do know. This is something you’ve wanted very much for a long time.” He moved closer to Dean and slid his hand up beneath his t-shirt letting it rest on Dean’s still firm but with a hint of softness abdominal muscles. When he felt Dean relax beneath his touch, Cas lifted the black shirt up and over his head. He ran his hands over Dean’s shoulders, down his arms, and across his chest letting his touch calm Dean’s nervousness.

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Christmas is here, if you care.

The knock at the door was light. It wasn’t the kind of knock that announced the presence of the person on the other side, but the kind that was truly asking for entrance and waiting for a reply. You leaned back into Sam’s chest and nuzzled into him. He kissed your cheek and slipped from behind you to go answer the door. You could hear Cas’s voice from the doorway. You couldn’t make out what he was saying, but the tone was clear. This was no ordinary moment at all. He was grateful, almost reverent.

When Sam came back, he was holding the cup. He put it down on the bedside table and sat down by you, taking you in his arms again.

Sam was able to make the most awkward thing you’d ever done feel natural. He managed to make you feel beautiful and whispered words of adoration in your ear, the way he always did when you made love. All the while, he was using a mail order home insemination kit to fill you with Dean’s sperm. Sam made you forget just how strange this entire process really was.

Several minutes later, you were lying on your back with a pile of pillows under your knees to keep your legs elevated; your upper body was turned toward Sam, and you were holding onto him. He sprinkled little kisses over the top of your head then tilted your chin up with his finger. His lips sought yours. It was a kiss full of purpose and intent. You let yourself get lost in it for a few seconds before your mind started to work again, and you found your voice. “Sam, we can’t.”

He closed his fingers in your hair. “I wasn’t going to. Just let me kiss you. Babies should be conceived in love.” You closed your eyes and let yourself float back into his kiss.

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FEBRUARY

If there is love in your heart and your mind, you will feel like Christmas all the time.

You brought the little white stick into your bedroom and sat down on the bed. Sam, always beside you, took your hand in his and brought it up to his mouth for a kiss. A few minutes later, the two lines verified it. There was going to be another Winchester.

What followed was a whirlwind of happiness that swept through the bunker. Your life was defined by smiles, laughter, a mountain of baby things, and three men who felt their sole mission in life was to pamper you totally and fulfill your every wish. They made morning sickness bearable; and later when the crazy cravings kicked in, it was almost a competition to see who would get to go out and bring back the pistachio ice cream and gummy bears.

All the new baby stuff was a result of you taking Dean shopping to educate him on the things babies need and how to use those things. You were explaining the necessity of burp cloths when a helpful sales associate approached you. Her smile danced all the way up to her eyes. “Is this your first?”

Dean shifted uncomfortably, his eyes searching yours for guidance. You smiled at him and answered her. “Yes, it is. And Daddy’s very excited.”

The best part of that trip had been choosing a mobile to go over the baby’s crib. Dean had batted them around insisting the way they moved was important. He picked one with safari animals, and you assured him it would work just fine for a boy or a girl. The sweet looking animals were now hanging over the crib that Dean had put together in record time without ever looking at a single page of directions.

You were sitting in the vintage rocker in the corner of the room sipping on the herbal tea Dean had brought you. “It looks good,” you told him as you surveyed the nursery.

Dean’s hands were on the railing of the crib, and he was staring at the plushies inside. He reached in, picked one of them up, and turned it over in his hands. “It’s amazing what you’re doing. I don’t even know how to tell you what it means to me. To Cas. I know it bothered him because it was something he couldn’t give me, something he wanted me to have.” Dean put the toy down. “I’m not good with words. Just...thank you. Thank you.”

“You practically raised Sam.” A smile spread across your face. “I like what you did there.This is my way of thanking you.”

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NOVEMBER

I feel you Christmas. I know I’ve found you.

Sam held one of your hands and Dean the other while Cas hovered near Dean’s shoulder. You were taking slow even breaths and blowing them out through your mouth. You heard Sam tell his brother, “She’s good at this.” You opened your eyes to see your husband nodding reassuringly at Dean, then he leaned down and kissed the corner or your mouth. “You are good at this.”

When it was time to push, Sam told Dean to hold your back while telling you, “Look at me, sweetheart.” He covered your hand with both of his. “You’re doing great, beautiful. We’re close, really close. This little miracle is going to be here with us soon.”

Tears streamed down your face when you heard the baby’s first cry. The nurse brought the precious bundle to you, and you gestured to Dean. “Give her to him.”

Dean took his little girl in his arms and smiled at her, completely mesmerized. “Hi there, angel. You’re perfect. So beautiful.”

While you watched, Sam kissed your forehead and brushed your damp hair off your face. “She’s not the only one who’s perfect. I love you, Y/N.”

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CHRISTMAS EVE

The joy of Christmas stays here inside us, fills each and every heart with love.

The popcorn garlands were strung on the tree along with some paper stars Macie had covered with glitter. Among the shiny balls and reindeer ornaments, you’d hung some of those tiny frames filled with pictures of your family. There was one of Sam reading Macie a bedtime story and another of Dean and Cas taken on Dean’s birthday. That was during the time you were trying to get pregnant. And there was one of baby Julia.

You looked around the library and marveled at the richness of your life. Macie was sitting on Sam’s lap at one of the library tables holding up a reindeer shaped cookie so he could take a bite. She giggled, giddy with the excitement of the season. “It’s okay, Daddy. Santa doesn’t mind sharing.”

Cas was putting more gifts beneath the tree. His newest accomplishment was mastering Christmas wrapping. Across the room, Dean held Julia humming to her softly. Maybe later, you’d look through the telescope at the stars with Sam after playing Santa was done and everything was ready for tomorrow morning. With a final touch to the Christmas tree, you walked over and sat down in the chair beside Sam and Macie. You reached for a cookie and bopped your little girl on the nose resulting in another fit of giggles. Yes, life really was sweet.

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notfunnydean · 5 years ago

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Coming Out

Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel Tags: bisexual Dean, pansexual Cas, first kiss, first pride Word Count: 1.969 Challenge: SPN Fam Pride Month Summary: While being on a hunt Dean discovers a pride parade. He sneaks out of the motel room to explore the parade but also to learn more about himself. There he meets someone familiar. Link (if posted on AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/24963385

Dean takes a deep breath and then finally gets out of his beloved Baby. He hastily looks around, to see if he knows someone, even though he is miles away from Kansas. Still his brother and Castiel are with him.

Not right now, but at the motel.

“Okay, you can do this.” Dean mutters to himself and then throws his jacket back into the Impala. He feels a bit lighter already, but he is still wearing a flannel. For now he would stay like that.

Dean feels ridiculous, but he almost sneaks down the alley into the city. He can hear loud music and people singing and gulps. Okay, he had waited a long long time for this and he wouldn’t freak out.

He wishes Charlie was still with him.

She would’ve liked this. Dean is sure Charlie did things like this all the time and he’s proud of her. He tries to be proud of himself too, but it’s difficult.

“Hey. First pride?”

Dean looks up to see a young guy and nods shortly. Does he look like it’s his first time? God how embarrassing.

“No need to worry. Just have fun, maybe try a smile? I’m Max.” Dean nods again, but then he realizes that and smiles shyly. Max looks good, he wears a rainbow flag around his torso and has a lot of pins on his shirt.

“Sorry, I’m just really nervous. I haven’t really come out so far.” Dean mutters and Max looks almost compassionate at that, but he clasps Dean’s shoulder and nods.

“We’ve all been there. Just don’t pressure yourself. Some of us never come out in public or to their family and friends and they’re still valid.” Max continues and it helps Dean to feel a bit better.

He’d never been out to his father and he is kinda glad for that. He doesn’t know what John would’ve thought of him. Maybe… he would’ve come out to his mother, but he didn’t get the chance.

And yeah he could’ve always come out to his brother. Dean knows that. Sam is probably the most open human there is, but he’s still scared shitless. Hell, it took a lot to admit to himself that maybe he likes to look at guys as well.

“Thank you, that means a lot.” Dean says and this time it’s a real smile.

“If you wanna buy anything. I got a lot to sell.” Max says and he points at all the colorful things he has in his booth. While Dean’s eyes stop at something particular, he excuses himself. Max nods towards him and then is already talking to another girl.

Dean continues his own way, the sun is shining brightly and there are so many people around him. Dean stops to get himself a beer and then finally opens his flannel. His shirt is nothing special.

But it has a huge bi-flag on it.

Everyone around him is so happy, a lot of people are waving to him, even flirting shortly with Dean and he likes this. He finally feels accepted and free and so good in his own skin. He can’t remember the last time this happened.

Dean even stops and gets himself some pins. He actually likes the rainbow flag as well but the bisexual merch means a lot to him. Almost his whole life he hadn’t even known that he wasn’t really alone with that.

Sue his hunting lifestyle. He never had time to discover his own sexuality in school or college. He had always accepted that he’d never look into that side of himself too much. But then… then someone appeared in his life.

“We got every flag there is.” A woman says and Dean stops to look at all the flags. There are just small ones you can hold up, but also huge ones like Max had around his torso. Dean gasps at a cowboy hat in the bisexuality colors.

Dean has his wallet out before he can think about it. It’s not even that expensive, so Dean takes that cowboy hat and even one of those huge flags, that he can wrap around his shoulders.

He can’t believe this. He would’ve never thought that he’d wear merch like this. Sure a few pins, his shirt, but this felt kinda huge. Dean smiles even harder and puts on the hat, before using that flag as a cape.

Dean snickers to himself and just as he turns around he walks right into someone.

“Whoops sorry.” Dean says and he feels a bit tipsy so happy is he, even though he hadn’t had a lot to drink.

“Hello Dean.”

Dean’s heart stops.

“Cas?!”

Fuck. Okay. Dean smiles awkwardly and then even tips his hat in greeting. Like the dumbass he is. Castiel smiles anyway and Dean’s eyes widen when he finally sees what the angel is wearing.

Not his trenchcoat for once. Instead a shirt with a flag, that Dean doesn’t know. (He’s new to all of this, dammit) and a fake halo in the same colors.

“I thought you don’t have a halo.” Dean gets out and wants to smack himself. Castiel’s smile gets only wider at that and there is something else in his eyes.

“That’s why I bought this one.” Castiel answers and they continue to look at each other. Like always, Dean gets lost in those blue eyes. He can’t help it. Castiel takes a step closer and Dean wishes he could take his hand.

Then he does.

“Come with me, I got an idea.” Dean mutters, blushing badly that he is holding Castiel’s hand. Luckily, his best friend isn’t saying anything and Dean knows he walks a lot more upright now.

People will probably think Castiel is his boyfriend and he likes that a little too much.

“Where are we going?” Castiel asks, while they walk and he even squeezes Dean’s hand. Dean walks a bit slower, wanting to enjoy this.

“I think I saw something you should get.” Dean answers truthfully. He remembers that he had seen the booth when he first came here, the one where he met Max. It takes them roughly 10 minutes to walk there.

“I didn’t know you were bisexual.” Castiel says, it doesn’t sound mad. He sounds actually pretty glad, Dean almost squirms.

“I… I… never mentioned it, but I wanted… I finally wanted to be me.” Dean stutters. He can’t remember the last time he was this nervous and he looks at Castiel. He can feel how the hand holding Castiel’s sweats.

“I like it.” Castiel answers and there are a lot more butterflies in Dean’s stomach than around them. Maybe that actually means that Castiel could like him back?

“What does yours mean?” Dean asks carefully and he hopes it doesn’t mean he’s out of the game. He feels like an idiot for knowing almost nothing about genders and sexualities. He should look more into it.

To be ready for the next prides, too. But this one was rather accidental and he was glad to have the shirt with him at all.

“After the human meaning, I’m pansexual. I don’t care about the gender of my love interest. I just need to have a profound bond to the person.” Castiel explains and Dean gasps quietly. He knows exactly that Castiel had said before that they shared a profound bond.

“Hey there stranger!”

Before Dean can answer something to Castiel, Max has already spotted him. Dean goes over to him, painfully aware that he is still holding Castiel’s hand. Max grins, but says nothing.

“Hey again. Uh, I thought I would come back to your offer. I’d like to purchase something.” Dean says and he follows Max at the booth. Before that he tells Castiel to wait for him there. The angel does so and looks at the parade that just started.

“Sure thing, my twin sister Alicia creates all of this. Supportive Sibling thing.” Max says grinning and the girl from earlier waves at them. Dean smiles. He should tell Sam, too. (He just hopes Sam wouldn’t start crafting things too, he’s not super good at it.)

“I’d like to get one of those. Do you have them in the pansexuality colors?” Dean asks and Max gets them out of a cardboard. Dean loves them already, the colors suit Castiel perfectly.

“For your boyfriend?” Max asks while Dean pays, he looks back to Castiel, who seems still fascinated by all the colorful vehicles. Dean shrugs.

“We’ve known each other for ages but I hope I can finally be his.” Dean explains and he is blushing again. Max smiles wider and wishes him good luck. Dean hopes they will meet again some time.

He walks back to Castiel and carefully puts his present on Castiel’s back. It even has a small holder that he can attach to Castiel’s shoulders. Castiel jerks in surprise and then raises his eyebrows at the fake wings.

“Really?”

“Yeah you look… you look really gorgeous. Always I mean.” Dean wants to smack his head against something hard and heavy, but Castiel chuckles.

“Thank you Dean. You look very beautiful yourself.” Castiel answers easily. There was a time where Dean would’ve been angry with being called ‘beautiful’, and maybe even yesterday he would’ve been offended.

But he wants to learn to be himself now.

“Thanks.” Dean mutters, still embarrassed, but Castiel takes his hand again. Dean even gets a bit closer to him, as they watch the parade around them together.

“So. How come you are here today?” Castiel asks and Dean shrugs a bit awkwardly. At first he doesn’t know what to say. Then he takes a deep breath.

“I guess some things take me a while to understand.” Dean says and he even goes for a wink like a dumbass. But Castiel is still close, still holding his hand. Even smirking a bit now.

“Like what?”

“Like huh... this.”

Dean had killed so many supernatural things in his life and never been afraid beforehand. But he is afraid right now, as he leans closer and hastily closes his eyes, so he doesn’t have to see the angels face.

Luckily, Castiel comes towards him as well and their lips meet in the middle. Dean gasps quietly in his shock, but then Castiel is putting his free hand on Dean’s neck and pulls him even closer.

Dean opens his mouth without a second thought and fuck he hadn’t known that Castiel was such a good kisser. He is already addicted. Castiel even hums, when people are whistling at them.

The kiss breaks way too soon, but Dean kinda needs to breath. He licks over his lips, when he opens his eyes, only to meet Castiel’s hungry gaze.

“I really like you.” Dean whispers.

He then closes his eyes in his own frustration and takes a deep breath. What the fuck, is he five years old and talking to his crush at the kindergarten? He was never so bad at flirting. Castiel grins.

“I’m in love with you for years.” Castiel says as if it’s nothing.

“Me… me too.” Dean says and Castiel hugs him as hard as he can. Like always they seem to forget about the world around him. Dean doesn’t think he had ever been this happy. This feels right.

This feels like something new and exciting and at the same time like something he had known for years and gives him security.

“So how come you’re here?” Dean asks, still shy even after the kiss. At least he is still holding Castiel’s hand. The angel smiles and then shrugs.

“Sam told me to find you here.” Castiel winks at Dean this time and Dean gasps quitely.

He would strangle his brother. And maybe send him flowers

“Now kiss me again, Cowboy.”

“As you wish Angel.”

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #spn pride #deancas #my writing

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janicho88 · 5 years ago

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Don’t Listen

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Pairing-Dean x Reader

Word count-2820

Summary-The reader keeps making mistakes, and the voices in her head tell her it is only a matter of time before Dean is done with her. Why else would he be distant lately?

Warnings- Angst, smut, unprotected sex, some fluff, language, low view of self

You finished thirty minutes on the treadmill feeling like you should have done more, but there were other things you needed to accomplish today. Thinking back to this morning in bed, while you had initiated it Dean didn’t stop you. Did you really think Dean was one to turn down sex though? Maybe he had tried to hurry it more than usual though.

It used to be he would go down on you and work you through an orgasm or two before slowly working his way up your body worshiping it with his hands and mouth as he went. By the time he reached your lips you would be begging for him to enter you. Slow and deep both of you falling over the edge together. Dean would hold you in his arms while you both recovered.

This morning though his fingers seemed to quickly work you open so he could enter. Then it was hard and fast. His fingers moving down to work your clit to get you off quicker. When Dean finished, he rolled over and left the bed leaving you behind. The last week or two things had started change between you two, Dean seemed to be spending less time around you. Looking down at yourself you decided to hit the treadmill again tonight to make up for not doing more now. Passing a mirror, glancing at her reflection, thinking she should try and fix up her look.

Grabbing the list for the store you were out the door and into town. Going through the bakery section to grab pie, the only available kind left is peach, really? Never had you seen Dean eat peach or a peach come to think of it. If you had gotten here earlier there would have been a better variety, you scolded yourself. Grabbing the other items on the list also picking up the ingredients to try and make a cherry pie, you finished at the store and headed back to the bunker.

Sam was cleaning when you carried your first load of groceries through the door.

“Sam I was going to do that after I got back from the store. Give me a few minutes and I’ll do it, don’t worry.”

“It’s fine, Y/N. I wanted to pick things up before I looked for another case.”

Great now you were putting Sam behind in helping people, because you couldn’t keep the bunker clean. You didn’t really hunt yet. You were training and could help with research. Many times, being left behind incase they needed you to look something up in book at the bunker. Dean said he didn’t want you hunting, because he didn’t want to lose you. Honestly, you think he doesn’t want you screwing up and getting one of them hurt. Being the one who spent the most time at the bunker, you felt you should be responsible for keeping it clean.

After putting the groceries away, you looked up the pie recipe and got that ready and in the oven. While it was cooking, you deciding that while Sam was cleaning, you could at least do some laundry. The impala wasn’t in the garage when you returned so you weren’t sure where Dean was. Most likely avoiding you, it seemed like you hadn’t seen much of him the last two weeks.

After putting the second load of laundry in the washer you headed back to the kitchen to check on the pie. Almost to the kitchen you started to smell smoke and ran the rest of the way. Sam running in right after you seeing the smoke coming out of the oven. The cherries were bubbling over the black crust hitting the bottom of the oven. You grabbed it out of the oven and set on the stove top, but Sam grabbed the oven mitts from you and took it outside to help get rid of the burning smell.

The timer still had half an hour the pie shouldn’t have been black yet, then you saw the oven temperature. it was supposed to be 375 degrees, the knob read 480. How had you screwed up that bad, you had never done that before? You knew with the old oven you had to be careful and not wiggle the knob after you set the temperature. Sam left the bunker door open to try and air it out then went to retrieve the fan from his room. The fan in the kitchen already running.

“What the hell happened in here?”

Great Dean was back.

“I tried to bake something and had a problem with the oven.”

“Oh. Stick to cooking, Sweetheart. You haven’t burned the bunker down with that.” Tuning he saw the peach pie on the counter. “Awesome, Pie! Thanks for grabbing one at.” He didn’t read the label before cutting himself a slice and taking a bite. “That’s not apple, looked like apple.” He mumbled with his mouth still full.

“No, all they had was peach.”

“Oh, okay.” You had never seen Dean spit pie out before today.

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“Has anyone seen my new white fed shirt?” Sam yelled from his room. Neither you or Dean had.

You left the kitchen and went to take the laundry out. Since it was mostly jeans, and a few black shirts you had thrown in your new red sweater too. You would not have to worry about red running on those clothes. As you pulled the items out, there was a pink collared shirt you did not recall throwing in. Oh no! It must not have been taken out from the load of whites before. Crap!

“Is that..?” Sam asked, suddenly standing behind you.

“Maybe?” You squeaked as you handed it over to him.

“Dammit.”

“Sam, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know it was in there.” He huffed and walked off.

Dean had appeared behind Sam while the exchange was going on. “Y/N, why don’t you get out of here for a while, go for a walk, or a drive, even head to the mall, get out for a few hours.”

“Dean, there’s things to do here, I need to clean the kitchen now.”

“No, I think it would be better if you left for a while.”

“I agree!” Sam yelled from his room

“Okay” you didn’t have it in you to fight with him. Apparently, they both wanted you out of the bunker. How long till they wanted you gone permanently? Today showed them you couldn’t do anything right and were a hassle they didn’t need. You went to the mall to pick Sam up a new shirt, hopefully you could at least do that right. Leaving there you drove to a quiet secluded spot near a lake Dean had taken you to before. Leaving the car, you walked over to a stump the two of you had sat on numerous times overlooking the water. Thinking about your life with the boys, and your relationship with Dean. Was this going to be the end of it? Did they really want someone like you around who couldn’t do anything right when they were faced with such dangerous jobs? What were you going to do when you were forced to leave them.

A few hours later Dean sent a text asking if you were coming home anytime soon, he was starting dinner. Great he couldn’t even be bothered to talk to you now, he was probably mad because it was supposed to be your night to cook. Sending a reply, you headed back to the bunker. Maybe you should just start packing your stuff, you didn’t think it would be much longer till Dean was done with you. After today, you didn’t see Sam wanting you to hang around either. Parking in the garage you headed inside. Strange, the bunker was dark. Had the guys finished dinner already and gone to their rooms? It wasn’t late, but maybe they just didn’t want to see you anymore today. Maybe you should sleep in your old room tonight and give Dean some space.

You were just going to head to bed when a noise in the library caught your attention. Quietly stepping into the War room slowly making your way up the steps to the library when the lights came on.

“Surprise!!” You jumped almost falling back down the steps. Looking around you saw the Donna, Jody and the girls, Cas, Garth with his family, Charlie, along with Dean and Sam in his new pink shirt. The room was decorated with balloons and streamers. Dean walked up to give you a hug and kiss.

“Happy early birthday Sweetheart!” He exclaimed, and in a whisper said “I bought you a new outfit, it’s in our room if you want to change.” You had completely forgotten your birthday was next week.

After saying hello, getting hugs from everyone there and apologizing again to Sam about the shirt you slipped out to your and Dean’s room to change. You couldn’t believe it the outfit Dean bought you was a dress you had been admiring a few weeks ago.

Not being able to come up with anywhere to wear it, you decided it was impractical and didn’t waste money buying it. Dean must have seen you looking at it and went back to get it, you were shocked he would do that for you. Looking at the dress and thinking about the party left you standing there in disbelief. You must have been in there longer than you thought because Dean came looking for you.

“Hey, are you ready to head back out to your party?” Seeing you hadn’t changed yet he knew something was wrong. “Y/N? Are you with me?”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You had been too caught up in all your thoughts from the day to realize Dean was talking to you.

“What’s wrong Sweetheart?

“Nothing”

“I asked if you were ready to head back to your party? Were you surprised?”

“Oh yes, really surprised me.”

“Good, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, fine.”

“Okay, I believed that, something is going on in that pretty mind of yours. Want to share with the class?”

“Not really.”

“Try again, please.”

“Dean, it’s nothing.”

“Is your head telling stories again?”

You didn’t answer, just staring at the wall in front of you.

“That’s a yes, please don’t listen to them. What is tonight’s?”

“I feel like you’re getting tired of me and I’m no longer good enough for you. You see these girls in the bars when your out on cases in those tight little shirts and barely there shorts. That’s who you used to leave with and know you have just me at home. I know they all look better than me. These last few weeks, I just got the feeling you were avoiding me. I swear when we had sex this morning you couldn’t wait to get away from me, then you guys couldn’t wait to get me out of here. I am constantly screwing things up, like today I couldn’t do anything right, burnt one pie, you hated the other, and ruined Sam’s shirt. I can’t believe you bought this dress I don’t deserve…”

“Okay, just stop please, take a breath. One, you aren’t just you, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t care what clothes you wear. I rather like it when I find you in my flannel and those yoga pants, you have no idea what that does to me. As for that dress I knew you fell in love with it at the store but would never buy it for yourself. I wanted to treat you, yes, you deserve it. B, let’s go to the obvious next. I thought you would have figured this one out yourself. Sam and I needed you to leave so we could clean and get your party around, fool. We couldn’t exactly set up your surprise party around you, and have it then be a surprise, could we? I was so worried I was going to spill about the party, or your dress I have been trying to be careful around you. This morning I was so afraid we had come this far, and I would slip up and say something. I really wanted to do something nice for you, for everything you do for all me and Sammy. I’m sorry it upset you. Baby girl I love you, and if one of us doesn’t deserve the other it’s me. I will show you later, just how much you mean to me. As for earlier, we all have bad days, don’t worry about it.”

He wiped your tears that were falling away and leaned into to kiss you. Pulling away he asked, “Do you want to go back to your party?”

“Yes, just give me a few minutes to change, wash my face and fix my makeup.”

“You know you don’t need makeup right? You are beautiful without it.”

“Says you, I will meet you out there in a few minutes.”

Heading back down the hallway you passed the kitchen and couldn’t detect the smoke or burnt pie smell from earlier. They guys must have gotten it out. You joined everyone in the library, they had brought out food while you were gone to change. Dean had made your favorite pasta, along with garlic bread, salad, and fruit. Sam must have done the last two. The library tables where all pushed together, and everyone had gathered around an empty seat for you between Dean and Jody. It was nice to have everyone together talking and laughing, no one stressing over a case.

After dinner was cleaned up, Sam and Dean disappeared. The lights dimmed and everyone started singing Happy Birthday while Dean carried in your favorite cake with the candles burning, setting it in front of you. When the song ended you blew out your candles, wishing to never lose these amazing people.

Returning to your shared room after the party you walked over to the bed and were removing you shoes as Dean walked in.

“Did you have a nice time Sweetheart? Did those voices calm down?”

“Yes, I had an amazing night. Thank you for doing all of this.”

“You deserve the world Sweetheart, and I am going to give you all of it I can.”

Having removed his shirt and tie, Dean was walking over to stand in front of you. Slowly lifting your chin with one hand he leaned down to softly kiss you, while his other hand moved to the zipper at the back of the dress. That hand came back to push the one sleeve down so you could step out of the dress. This left you standing in your panties, lips never leaving each other. He turned to walk you toward the bed, when the back of your knees hit Dean gently pushed you down. After removing his pants, he followed you to the bed quickly hovering over you.

When your lips met this time, it was a little rougher, his mouth traveling over your jaw and down your neck. He slowly worked his way down your body to the place you were craving him most. After removing your panties, his moved his tongue through your folds finding your clit and sucking it in his mouth. One finger entered you, soon followed by a second working you open. You felt the pressure building, and it didn’t take long till you were coming over his fingers and face. Dean looked up with a smirk and worked his way back up your body. Lips met again tongues battling for dominance, you have no idea when Dean removed his boxers, but next thing you knew he was sliding into you. Both of you moaning as he filled you up. After a minute your legs moved up to Dean’s side, hips pushing against his urging him to move. His thrusts started out slow and you could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you. When you needed more you urged him to speed up, and his thrusts became fast and hard until both of you were reaching your peak. Dean wanting you to come before him, reached down between the two of you, gently rubbing your clit. Your head went back as you came screaming Dean’s name. Dean was right behind you filling you up with a grunt.

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You both laid there a moment, when he couldn’t hold himself from crushing you anymore, he rolled you over so you were laying on his chest. “I love you Sweetheart; I don’t want you to ever doubt that, don’t listen to those voices that are dragging you down.”

“I love you, Dean. I will do my best, sometimes I can’t help these thoughts.”

“I know you can’t, I guess I will just have to remind you over and over again for the rest of our lives.”

#Supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester

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sohin-ace · 5 years ago

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Jotaro - Sister

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Y/N is Jotaro’s sister

I want to make clear that this fic is non romantic. I don’t write incest.

"Papa, since you're here, I have to show you Jotaro and Y/N's old pictures~" Holly cheered excitedly while dragging her father to the living room.

"Oohhh can't wait!" Joseph joined, enthusiastic to see some hidden treasures of his grandchildren.

The commotion of Holly and Joseph going through photo albums caught you and Jotaro's attention as you both walked past the living room.

"Look at this one, Papa! Their first time going to the beach together! Y/N was scared and Jotaro brought her a starfish!" Holly squealed and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Uh, mom what are you doing...?" You carefully asked.

"Oh! I'm showing your baby pictures to your grandfather!"

You glanced at Jotaro next to you who had a pearl of sweat gliding down his forehead. Oh no...

"Oohh ohhh!!! This one is my favourite! Jotaro and Y/N taking a bath together~" You both flinched.

"Ooohhhh!!!! OH MY GOOODD!!! How cuuuteee~" Joseph cupped his face in his hands and was almost dying at the cuteness before him.

"You know! Y/N would always tell me this, 'When I grow up I want to marry Jotaro onii-chan!' " You blushed madly and gasped at the embarrassing memory.

"MOOOM!!!! WHAT THE HELL?! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN REMEMBER THAT???" Joseph burst into a fit of laughter while your mother had a sheepish look on her face.

"Yare yare daze..." Jotaro walked away with his hat resting low on his head, effectively covering his reddening face.

You were Jotaro's younger sister. Despite your age difference being negligible, your relationship was very complex. It changed and switched a lot throughout the years.

As children you used to be really close, nothing could separate you. You would share and do everything together, from toys, to beds and everything in between.You both took care of each other in your own way.

But as the years passed, Jotaro grew colder and more distant, which was to be expected from a male teenager who had been overwhelmed by feminine compagny, whereas you became calmer, more patient and less cheerful than before, trying to learn to not depend on your brother's presence as you used to in the past.

Despite your differences, you two still kept that unconditionnal kindness that seemed to run in the family.

Currently, you both lived your lives on your own ways. You couldn't really say you were close, or at least, not as much as before. You didn't think your relationship could progress any further from there, at least, not until a certain day.

You both walked out the door after receiving your usual goodbye kisses from your mother Holly, and went on your way to school.

You used to always make the walk to school together, but since highschool, Jotaro would just walk in front of you and leave you behind without even looking back.

The first few times, you'd run after him, calling him out to wait for you, but after a few days, you gave up and accepted to just make the walk on your own. You were used to him ignoring you even at school so you grew to not mind it anymore.

From his point of view, it was to protect you from having a stressful walk surrounded by fangirls, being the potential target of bullies who wanted to get to him, or to prevent you from being in the middle of a fight between stupid thugs who wanted to meddle with Jotaro.

But as you didn't know that, in your eyes you were just a burden to him. You didn't want to be the annoying clingy sister and as he was already very edgy, you left him be.

You continued your lone walk to school, your brother long gone before you and already out of sight. You heard voices behind you and you flinched.

"Oohh isn't that Kujo? Hey yeah it's her! Kuuujoooo~" You kept on walking, but they caught up to you.

"Hey, hey, babygirl, don't ignore us like that~ What's the matter, where's your big brother?" One of the guys said, sliding an arm around your shoulders and leaning a bit too close to your face.

"Yeah, where's your big strong bro? Not very nice to let his sister all alone in the street. It's okay though, you don't need him, we'll take care of you~" The other snickered, towering next to you and taking a strand of your hair between his fingers, playing with it as you looked down.

These two guys again, for some reason they had this weird obsession with you and just wouldn't take the hint.

"...Please go away, I don't have time for this." you quietly said, not even bothering speaking up. They wouldn't listen anyway, but you still tried.

"Don't worry sweetie, you're okay with us, we'll protect you!"

"I don't need protection, go away."

"Awww, don't be like that~ It makes me want you even more." The shortest slid his hand from your shoulders down your arm and laid it on your waist.

You sighed and swatted their hands off of you. "Shut up, you're so annoying!"

"Ooh she's trying to act all tough like her bro, how fucking cute!" The tallest one then forcefully grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him.

"LET GO YOU PSYCHO!" You pushed him as hard as you could, which sent him stumbling over a nearby parked car.

"You asked for it you stupid bitch!" He then slapped you hard across the face, so hard, the impact made you lose balance and you fell down on the ground, dropping your schoolbag.

"Dude! Stop, that's too much!" the short one quiered, overwhelmed by the turn of events.

"SHUT UP! I gotta teach her a lesson. Get up, Kujo."

He didn't even let you react and pulled you up by the arm, slamming you straight against his chest. You struggled, but he locked you firmly in his surprisingly strong arms. "So what are you gonna do? Where's Jotaro now, huh?"

"I'm here, motherfucker."

They flinched and both their jaw dropped. They slowly looked up to see the huge form of your brother, standing so tall he was blocking the sun behind him and casting a shadow over you three.

"J-j-j-.....JOTARO???!!" the shortest one stuttered, shaking like a leaf and sweating bullets.

"...What the FUCK do you think you're doing to my sister?" Your behemoth of a brother growled.

Before they could even retort, Jotaro grabbed you and abruptly snatched you out of the boy's hold, making you stumble against him and he caught you effortlessly in his arm. He sent a murderous glare to the two boys and they whimpered, taking the warning very seriously.

"I-I-.... Shiiit!!! I'LL COME BACK FOR YOU KUJO!!!" The tall one stormed off with his friend following close behind.

"Yare yare daze..." Jotaro sighed in annoyance as he turned towards you. "Are you okay?"

You nodded quietly, looking down at the floor. He harshly held your chin in his large hand and lifted your face up, inspecting your bruised cheek.

"Tch... That asshole...Can't wait to dance on his fucking grave." You put a reassuring hand over his arm and he relaxed slightly, letting you go.

"Don't. It's not worth it, Jojo. Let's go, Mom will be worried if we're late to school again."

You spoke softly and he stared at you in silence, not moving an inch, but before you could question him, he started.

"Stop looking at me like this."

"Huh?"

"I can't bear that melancholic look on your face. Wipe that out."

"That... That's just my face, Jojo..." You trailed off softly, quite confused with your brother's shenanigans.

"I know I made you like this."

You stared at him for a moment, then looked away, silently. Maybe you were colder than you used to, but you wouldn't put the blame on him, after all...

"I made you like this too..." You replied, looking off to the distance. "Your stone cold glare...Your burning hate for girls...It's all me, isn't it."

He fell silent. Your silences spoke more words than any of your actions, this is how it came to be. You finally looked up at him, both sharing the same stare.

"You're one to talk about a cold glare. Just look at you."

As he said that, Star Platinum manifested in front of you, surprising you as you let out a tiny gasp. He then held your cheeks and tugged slightly on them, forcing a smile out of you.

"Oh...! The spirit's back!" You were too fascinated by the weird spirit that started following your brother to even care that he was childishly playing with your face.

Jotaro cracked a tiny smile at the interactions of his Stand and his sister. He couldn't understand you sometimes, but at the end of the day, you two weren't so different.

The tall male pulled out his pack of cigarettes and brought one to his mouth before lighting it up.

"Girls are fucking headaches..." You looked up at him, deadpanning as Star Platinum and you were squeezing each other's cheeks.

"But your my little headache." He mumbled under his breath before puffing a thick cloud of smoke.

You wanted to scoff at his weird confession. Oh great. He didn't hate you as much as the others. How cute.

You looked down, your features softening into a smile as you held onto Star Platinum's arm who was now playing with your hair.

"Let's just go now, Jojo."

The moment you both started walking he noticed you wincing and limping a bit.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah... It's nothing, I just scraped my knee when I fell earlier." you tried walk again, but winced at the pain from the open, bleeding wound on your knee.

Before you could even step any further, you saw your brother crouching in front of you, his back turned towards you.

"Climb."

You stared at him in utter confusion. "It's okay Jojo I ca-"

"Yare yare daze, I don't have all day. Hurry up." He pressed on and you couldn't fight his stubborn nature.

You leaned over, putting your hands on his shoulders and let your legs rest on either side of his waist as he steadied them with his hands. He effortlessly hoisted you up and walked you both to school.

It felt so nostalgic, being carried by him. The world was so much more beautiful from the view of your brother's height. You didn't care for the view though, as you leaned further against his back, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder.

"Just like old times... Right? Oni-chan..." You uttered quietly, calling the name you stopped calling him for years now.

He chuckled lightly, which was also something that you didn't hear in years.

"Yeah... Just like old times. Except now you're cheesy as shit. You're starting to sound like Kakyoin."

"Hmm? What's wrong with Kakyoin? I like my men cheesy." You purred.

He immediately stopped in his tracks and turned his head to glare at you. He suddenly felt angry as his brotherly instincts kicked in.

"...Take that back right now."

Bonus:

You were walking out of the nurse's office with Jotaro.

"See you later." He turned the other way towards his classroom.

As you were about to walk away yourself, you turned around to be met with a group of girls blocking your route.

"Y-you're Y/N Kujo, right?" Started a shy-looking girl.

"Oohh you're Jojo's sister? Cool!! Could you give him my number~?" added another one, excitedly.

"Actually, you do look like him a little bit!" Continued a third one, as they all interjected one by one.

"What? Noo they look nothing like each other, what are you saying!"

"Hmm they do have a.. Family likeness, kinda? Maybe it's the eyes, or the lips, I'm not sure, but there's definitely something!"

"Now that you say it, they do have the same cold frown on their face." they all giggled and your face was red with annoyance.

"Get lost. All of you. This is why you don't have boyfriends." And just like that, you stormed off, leaving the girls in a love-struck daze.

"Waaahh~ she's so cool~"

"She's kinda cute when she's angry."

"She could insult me all day~"

"Being hot runs in the family, so unfair~" they all squealed to themselves as they watched you leave.

Brothers kinda suck, but they're also a blessing.

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