#Okay okay so do we think it was String Gummy or Twist Roll that taught Croissant how to shoot?

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Yoooo!!! The new Croissant costume is out and she!!! Is!!! Adorable!!!

We finally know that she’s winking under her goggles! And here are all the costume specific quotes i found

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So yesterday was @wanderingcas birthday and she mentioned a few days ago that she wanted me to write a femslash version of her amazing fic, Passing Ships, so I wrote the first half of chapter two :)

Happy birthday, Sam! Love you!

Deanna finally eases off the gas as they enter the school zone and Cas stares almost in awe as the building comes into view. It’s nicer than she expected, almost homey with its white-washed bricks and Victorian windows laced with the not-yet shriveled vines of summer. There’s evidence of a beautiful garden during warmer seasons and an expansive field of grass surrounding the whole property.

It’s like no school Cas has ever seen and she shares her thoughts with Deanna. 

“It’s a Montessori school,” Deanna explains as she parks the car. “Lots of funding, super fancy. I probably wouldn’t even have this job if Sam’s wife’s sister hadn’t taught music here.”

“What do you teach?” Cas asks.

“First grade.”

Cas almost smiles at memories of Claire in first grade, with her blonde pigtails and Barbie backpack.

“Well, see you in seven hours,” Deanna says as she opens the car door 

Cas scrambles out of the passenger door. “I’m coming too.”

Deanna squawks like that’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard. “The hell you are.”

“I have to be able to observe you,” Cas says as she trails after the blonde. “There was no point in me coming here with you if I can’t even see you.”

“Then I guess you should just hitch a ride back to… wherever the hell cupids stay.” Deanna waves a noncommittal hand. “Whatever. See ya later!”

She’s just about to open the front door when Cas barks, “Deanna. My orders are to understand what is preventing your soulmate connection. In order to do that, I must be allowed to observe you in your day-to-day activities. This is Heaven’s will and I am going to follow my instructions to the best of my ability, so I am coming into this school.”

Cas can hear Deanna’s strained exhale before the woman turns around, lips pursed. There’s still fight in her eyes but she just closes them and sighs again. “Fine,” she grits and points a finger at Cas. “But you don’t say a word, got it? Nothing about this soulmate bullshit. This is my job, and if you get me fired, Heaven will have hell to pay.”

Cas nods once. “I understand.”

Deanna just rolls her eyes and yanks the door open before impatiently gesturing Cas through.

Deanna is greeted by several people as they navigate the barren halls of the school. Their smiles are easy and a few even pause to offer more than a “hi” and it’s obvious to Cas that Deanna is well-liked. And given the ease in which Deanna laughs and high-fives the kids, Cas can tell Deanna is comfortable here, that she enjoys her coworkers and being in this building. 

She scribbles that in her notebook.

They continue to Deanna’s classroom, which is brightly decorated with posters of literary classics ranging from “The Great Gatsby” to “Anna Karenina.” Masterpieces far beyond the years of her first graders but Cas suspects these are the stories Deanna personally favors. She can imagine a young Deanna searching out these tales in dusty libraries and devouring the words over lunch.

“Okay, you,” Deanna says, gesturing to Cas, “sit here.” She’s moving a chair into the corner of the classroom next to what looks to be a designated reading area with little chairs and beanbags stuffed between baskets of picture books. “Do not move, do not speak.”

Cas takes her seat and she wants to retort but then children start filing in and she shuts her mouth.

“’Morning, Miss Winchester,” a little boy greets.

Deanna turns with a bright smile. “Good morning, Tyler! Rocking some new shoes, I see.”

“These ones light up!”

“No way! You gotta show me!”

The children keep coming and Deanna greets each one individually, occasionally pausing to button a shirt or tying up a girl’s hair when she complains that it’s in her face.

Cas watches this silently, trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible. But it’s hard to avoid the hyper-observant eyes of six-year-olds. She feels their stares as they find their way to their desks and offers small smiles in return. Some smile back; some frown.

“Miss Winchester, who is that?” a little redhead asks once everyone is in their seats and Deanna is calling for their attention.

Deanna’s smile tightens for a heartbeat as she meets Cas’s eyes. “That’s a great question, Alexa. Class, this is Miss Cas,” she explains cheerfully. “Miss Cas is here to watch me… teach. Say hello, you guys. 

“Hello, Miss Cas,” the class choruses.

“It’s very important that we don’t distract Miss Cas from her job, so keep your eyes up here.”

The first part of the day goes by fairly smooth. There are, of course, a few kids who can’t resist looking back at Cas as Deanna teaches, and Deanna has to call for their attention, which always results in Cas receiving an impatient glance. 

Then it’s time for recess and Deanna wrangles the kids down the hall and out back to the playground. She sits on a bench and tells Cas to do the same.

“You’re a good teacher,” Cas says. “They like listening to you.”

“That’s because they still think I’m the cool teacher,” Deanna laughs.

“The cool teacher?”

“Yeah, because I drive a loud car and wear a leather jacket. Even first graders know what badass is.”

Cas gets the sense that Deanna is half-joking but chooses not to ask. “You like children.”

“Wouldn’t be a teacher if I didn’t.”

“Do you want your own?”

Deanna squints. “Are you a dating app now or something?”

Cas shrugs. “Just asking questions.”

“Mmhmm,” Deanna hums dubiously. “Look, I’m not-”

“Miss Winchester!” a little boy calls. “Tanner won’t share the basketball!”

Deanna rolls her eyes. “Kids.” She gets to her feet and points at Cas. “You don’t move. And no talking!”

But the second Deanna is gone, Cas is swarmed by a group of children.

“Hello,” she says slowly.

“Are you Miss Winchester’s friend?”

“Are you her girlfriend?”

“Do you need to comb your hair? My mommy can help you; she does mine every day.” 

“You’re pretty.”

“Where are you from?” 

Cas tenses, eyes flicking between each child and then to Deanna who has her back to them, arguing with a little boy holding a basketball.

“I am her… acquaintance,” Cas answers after a moment of consideration. “We are not romantically involved. That is a kind offer, but I will manage my hair on my own. Thank you. I am from Heaven.”

The children gasp. “Are you an angel?”

“Yes.”

“Are you Miss Winchester’s guardian angel?”

Cas feels a strange pressure behind her eyes and she’s unable to respond.

“Miss Cas?” the redhead — Alexa — asks. She rests a small hand on Cas’s leg. “Are you okay?”

The gesture reminds her of Claire, the way she would always notice when something was wrong with Cas, usually after Cas had been to Heaven and was reprimanded for acting too “maternal.”

It’s gonna be okay, Cee Cee. You’ll always have me.

“Miss Cas?” 

Cas looks up into the worried eyes of Alexa. She takes a deep breath. “No. Not anymore.”

“Did you quit?”

“No. I was demoted for failing to follow orders.”

“What orders?”

“That is classified information.”

“Can you still fly?” a little boy asks a little too loudly.

“No.” 

“Why not?”

“When I was demoted, I was stripped of most of my grace. I can no longer use my wings.” 

Another gasp, this time outraged. “They took your grace?”

“Does that mean your halo is gone?”

Cas tilts her head. “I don’t have a halo.”

“We can fix it!” Alexa cries. “Come with us, Miss Cas!”

*****

“If I see you standing on the swings again, you’re banned for the rest of the year.”

The boy in front of Deanna bows his head. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay.” Deanna ruffles his hair. “Now go back to playing. And be safe.”

He takes off and Deanna sighs. What is it with kids always trying to kill themselves?

“Hey, nerd.”

Deanna turns around and casts a tired smile at Charlie. “They still let you outside?”

Charlie scoffs. “They can’t tame me.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Gonna have our last chalk day before the weather gets too cold,” Charlie says, gesturing to the pavement marked with rainbow doodles. “Hey, where’s your shadow?”

“Who?”

“The hot chick that’s been following you around all day! I heard that she’s like observing your class or something?”

Deanna’s stomach twists. “Word travels fast, huh?” 

“It’s an elementary school. Kids don’t keep secrets. So what’s the deal?”

“It’s nothing. Just a student from the community college. They sent her to watch me, so she can, ya know, see what’s it like, ask questions.”

Okay… But if she’s supposed to be learning from you shouldn’t she, like, be with you?”

Deanna gestures over her shoulder. “I left her by the door while I dealt with some kids.”

Charlie looks around Deanna and her brows lift. “Did you teach her to be invisible?”

“Huh?” Deanna spins around and- goddammit! “Shit,” she curses under her breath. “Where did she go?”

“Chill dude. She’s probably just touring the playground.”

“I gotta go find her, Charlie, I, ugh, I’ll talk to you later!”

Deanna takes off past the swings and the jungle gym. She checks the basketball court and the tire swing but can’t find the angel anywhere. And to make things worse, Deanna realizes there’s a good chunk of her students missing too.

“Cas, I swear to God-”

“Wait, Miss Cas, hold still!” 

Deanna’s head snaps around and she follows the voice toward the garden. It’s on the verge of death with the autumn air settling, but there’s still some dahlia and sternbergia that the fourth grade class planted.

Right next to the brightly colored bushes Deanna finds the angel and a fourth of her students. They’re sitting around Cas, a number of them with their hands on the angel’s head and Deanna frowns as she gets closer.

“Hey!” she calls and they all startle. “What’s going on over here?”

Alexa has a gummy smile splitting her face. “We gave Miss Cas her halo back!” she declares and the children move away. 

Cas is sitting there in the grass, long dark hair thrown all around her shoulders and there’s a string of yellow and purple flowers adorning her head. She blinks up at Deanna, blue eyes big and soft and all the air in Deanna’s lungs promptly vanishes. All she can do is stare for a long moment as her students beam.

“Doesn’t she look pretty, Miss Winchester?” Alyssa asks.

“Ugh, yeah, guys,” Deanna croaks, because wow it’s suddenly hard to talk. “G-good job.”

“She looks like a real angel!”

The words strike Deanna like cold water and the trance is broken. Her eyes harden on Cas. “An angel, huh?” Cas looks down to her lap. “Hey, kiddos, why don’t you head up to the doors? It’s almost time for lunch.”

“Okay!”

“Bye Miss Cas!”

“See ya later!”

“Don’t break it again,” Alexa warns before following her fellow students up to the building.

Deanna crosses her arms and Cas hesitates before climbing to her feet. “What happened to not talking?”

“They were asking me questions. It would have been rude to just ignore them,” Cas defends herself. 

“And telling them you were an angel? Was that also for the sake of manners?”

“I don’t like lying.”

It’s hard to take Cas seriously when she’s standing there with a flower crown on her head. She might be millennia years old with infinite knowledge and power but she looks like a living Snapchat filter. Or worse, like she’s going to Coachella. It almost makes Deanna smile.

The bell sounds then and Deanna rolls her eyes. “Okay, come on. We have to get them to lunch and then we are having a talk.” 

Cas opens her mouth as if to argue but settles for sulking as they walk up to meet the kids.

*****

Deanna leads the class single-file back into the school and to the cafeteria. She waits until they’re all in the lunch line before gesturing for Cas to follow her to the teacher’s lounge. She sits at the round table as Deanna fishes out her wallet and feeds a few bills into the vending machine.

She returns a moment later with a bag of chips and a Pop-Tart and Cas can’t help but screw up her nose. “What?” Deanna snaps.

“That is not a nutritiously balanced meal,” Cas says.

“Yeah, well I didn’t have time to pack a decent lunch this morning because a certain angel decided to show up at six a.m. and harass me about my love life,” Deanna deadpans as she opens her Pop-Tart. 

“My intention is not to harass you,” Cas says, her chin tilting up. “I want to help you connect with your soulmate.”

“We agreed on no angel talk. You broke the deal.”

“I agreed to not reveal that I am your cupid,” Cas amends stubbornly. “Which I did not.”

“Cas, now this whole school is going to know I have an angel following me!”

Cas squints. “Is it truly such a bad thing, in human culture, to be associated with an angel?”

Deanna chews and thinks. “It’s not… bad. It’s just- it makes everything more complicated.”

“I am not here to complicate your life, Deanna.”

“Following me around all day is a bit complicating, Cas. Not to mention uncomfortable.” Deanna spreads her hands. “What’s the deal with this observation shit anyway? Like what could you possibly learn from my job that has anything to do with my ability to establish a soulmate bond?”

Cas opens her mouth to respond but doesn’t have a ready answer. Because she’s tired and doesn’t fully understand this process either. But she doubts an “I don’t know” would satisfy Deanna Winchester. “I think it is simply for me to get a better understanding of the kind of person you are.”

Deanna leans back in her chair, unimpressed. “You know what I think? I think this whole soulmate thing is bullshit. I think ‘observing’ me is just your way of making sure I don’t bolt.”

There’s an argument weighing on the tip of Cas’s tongue, one she’s tired of having with this insufferable human, but then Deanna is smiling and its predatory edge gives Cas pause.

“Or maybe it’s just an excuse for you to stare at my ass all day.”

Cas’s brows draw together. “I don’t see how observing your rear-end would help my mission.”

Deanna moves swiftly, stealing the seat next to Cas and spreading out so their thighs are touching. “Isn’t there some sort of physical compatibility component in all this soulmate nonsense? I mean, wouldn’t it make sense to make sure I even have the goods Lisa is looking for?”

It’s almost dizzying having Deanna lean into Cas’s space like this. She gazes into dazzling green eyes that slowly sweep across Cas’s eyes, zeroing in on her lips even as Deanna wets her own. It takes a great amount of will power for Cas to look up. “You’re flirting with me to make me uncomfortable.” 

Deann’s fingers move carefully through Cas’s hair, stroking the angel’s cheek ever so gently as she pushes a few strands out of her face. “Or maybe I’m flirting with you because I think you’re hot.”

But Cas knows better. “You’re using sex to try to scare me away.” 

They stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment, Deanna’s hand still hovering near Cas’s face, knees bumping together. Then Deanna sighs and leans back. “Even your mind has a chastity belt.”

Deanna moves back into her chair across the table and Cas tries not to act like her heart is beating out of her chest. “There is nothing I will allow to distract me from my mission.” 

Deanna picks up her Pop-Tart and takes a bite. Her smile is challenging. “We’ll see.”