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thiswaytwoinfinity · 8 months ago

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it’s a bad idea, right? - part 1: can’t two people reconnect

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader • inspired by sleeping with other people

Warnings: no use of y/n or physical description of reader except they have hair that can be tucked behind their ears, implied smut, this chapter is fine but future installments will be 18+

It’s finally here! Thank you to everyone for being so supportive and patient about this fic; I was dealing with some rough personal stuff and lost all my inspiration but it’s back now and I’m happy to be writing about everyone’s favorite cocky flyboy.

There’s something about a sticky summer night when you’re 22 that makes you feel more alive than you’ve ever been.

It’s the third bar that your new roommates have dragged you to tonight, there’s a cocktail sweating in your hand and the bass from the stereo thudding through your head. You’re not sure if the grin on your face is from the watching all of the wannabe cowboys go flying off the mechanical bull in mere milliseconds or from the possibilities of newfound adulthood laid out in front of you. In this moment, it’s hard to imagine that you were ever scared about moving halfway across the country — away from your family, your hometown and your high school sweetheart who always thought you’d move home after college — to Austin.

In this moment, you feel free. You feel invincible. You feel like this is a night you’ll remember for the rest of your life.

“Okay, the bar is a madhouse but I managed to get another round!” Anna shouts as she makes her way back to the table, tossing her long dark hair behind her before plopping the tray of shots down in front of you and your new friends. “And there’s a new rule!”

Everyone groans in unison; Anna loves to make up drinking games, handing out shots and beers with a new rule or bet that is guaranteed to leave someone embarrassed before the night’s over.

“Oh, stop. Shit like this is how we become lifelong best friends, trust me, I read about it online,” she fires back, rolling her eyes and handing shots to you and the three other girls at the table before taking one in hand. “It’s simple. Last one to finish their shot has to ride the mechanical bull.”

“Bitch, are you trying to kill us?” Erin asks, shooting a sideways glance at Katie, who’s eyeing up her shot glass like she’s trying to strategize the best way to drink it. The two of them are sisters — “Irish twins, it’s a whole thing,” Erin explained when you first moved in — are hyper-competitive and curse like sailors. You loved them instantly.

Your tiny hope of not being the one to end up on the bull dies when you look over at Taylor, who managed to throw back her tequila when nobody was watching. “What?!” she asks, curls bobbing in the bun on top of her head as she takes in everyone’s looks of confusion and frustration. “Anna never said we had to start at the same time.”

It’s like a starting pistol went off at the end of her sentence because before you know it, Erin and Katie are both biting into limes while Anna is swallowing down the liquor with a grimace. Shit.

You do your best to catch up but it’s too late. You, the girl who grew up nowhere near Texas and have never actually seen a bull in real life, are going to have to ride one in front of this entire bar.

Years later you won’t remember the details of the bet, how your friends whooped and hollered as you made your way over to the bull with shaky knees or how the operator took pity on you when you immediately slid off and offered you a second try. The song that was playing is lost to time, as is the actual feeling of riding the bull for a whole half second.

What you will remember, though, is sliding across the tarp to rest right by a group of athletic looking guys and the strong, tan hand that reached down to help you stand up.

You’ll remember the backwards Longhorns cap on his head, the way his green eyes flashed with amusement and the blinding white of his smile as he helped you to your feet, hand lingering just a moment too long in yours. You’ll remember the way it felt like someone had set off fireworks inside of you, fingers tingling where they touched his skin and your stomach swooping like you were on a roller coaster.

You’ll remember exactly what he said to you: “Well, that was definitely the most entertaining attempt of the night.”

You giggled, a little dazed by his chiseled features, by the way he seemed to only see you in that moment, by the force of his charisma.

“I’m Jake. What’s your name, beautiful?”

For a Thursday night, the Hard Deck was surprisingly packed.

The Daggers had managed to claim their usual spot by the pool table, but despite their cramped quarters they practically had to shout over the sounds of drunken sailors and the oldies blasting out of the jukebox to be heard. The table next to Bob was crowded with beer bottles, the bespectacled WSO having waved off Penny when she stopped by to clear them, promising the group would clean up after themselves. Natasha and Bradley were in the middle of some kind of dumb darts competition, being heckled by Bob and a tipsy Rueben, who had his arm slung around the former’s shoulders for balance.

Jake took in the scenery, smug grin on his face, before sinking his final pool ball with a flourish.

“And that’s game, gentlemen,” he said, turning to Javy and Mickey, who were shaking their heads with frustration.

“Can’t believe I let you talk me into betting against him,” Mickey sighed, shuffling through his wallet for a $20 bill. Javy just shrugged and threw a playful punch against his friend’s shoulder, before asking for a rematch.

“Let that be a lesson, Fanboy,” Jake chuckled, making a big show of examining the bill before pocketing it. “Never bet against Jake Seresin. They call me a golden boy for a reason.”

“Who’s ‘they?’ Everyone we know just calls you a dick,” Nat called out, making her way back to the table for her drink. Taking a look at the chaos on the table, she rolled her eyes before starting to gather up a handful of empty bottles. “C’mon, Fanboy. Help me clear some of these and I’ll buy you a beer to drown your sorrows in.”

He ran over to help, allowing Javy to slide over to Jake and elbow his buddy in the side.

“10 o’clock, there’s a whole table of pretty ladies. The blonde’s had her eye on you all night and her friend with the locs is crazy hot,” he murmured, as Jake took a subtle look over at the table in question. 5 or 6 women were crammed into a booth, and judging by the tiara on one of their heads, they were out celebrating a birthday. “Wingman?” the younger aviator asked, holding out his fist for Jake to bump it.

For a half second, he contemplated turning his best friend down.

It wasn’t like Jake wasn’t attracted to the blonde, who was, indeed making eyes at him from across the room. She was exactly his type, all bright smiles and smokey bedroom eyes, her curves and long legs poured into tight jeans. She had an air of confidence that made it clear she knew just how hot she was.

He knew that if he strolled over and gave her his best All-American smile and some of that Southern charm, he could probably win her over. They’d flirt and dance a bit and then he’d drive them back to one of their places, have some decent-to-excellent sex and he’d be asleep shortly after midnight.

It seemed fun. It seemed obvious. It seemed, quite honestly, a little boring to him.

Maybe it was because he turned 35 a few months ago and the idea of going home to his own bed after a night out was starting to seem more and more appealing to him. Maybe it was because he spent so much time trying to convince his fellow Daggers that he wasn’t a complete asshole that he didn’t want to risk them changing their minds again.

Or maybe he was just a little jealous.

Jake would see the way Rueben’s face lit up when he talked about his wife, how he would brag about every milestone his 3-year-old daughter was reaching. He felt awkward about his lack of wedding knowledge when a pink-eared Bob would ask the squad for their opinion on something for his upcoming nuptials. He’d try to ignore the weird sinking feeling in his stomach when he’d overhead Nat and Mickey picking out a restaurant for their weekly brunch double date with their respective girlfriends.

And despite the fact that he had spent most of his adult life doing whatever he could to avoid those kinds of situations, now he was starting to wonder if maybe … maybe he’d be a little happier if he had been able to settle down with someone of his own.

Oof. That thought made Jake’s chest tighten uncomfortably. So he pushed it down, smiled as wide as he could and first bumped Javy. “Wingmen for life, Coyote. Lead the way.”

If you had to spend one more minute squeezed up against this bar, wedged between a couple aggressively making out and a trio of rowdy Navy men who were trying to sing along to Queen, you were going to scream.

“Just come for a drink or two. This place is super chill for a Navy bar, I promise,” you muttered darkly under your breath, repeating the words your friend and new coworker had used to convince you to come out tonight.

Between a frantic weekend spent unpacking all of your belongings into your new studio apartment and a very long first week at your new job, all you had wanted to do was bury yourself under a blanket and watch Real Housewives until your brain melted out of your ears.

But you were trying to be more social. You wanted to focus more on your friendships. Do things that were good for you. That was the whole point of this move.

So instead, you were leaning so far over the bar top that you could feel the edge digging into your ribs, shouting a drink order at the (admittedly, very sweet and slightly overwhelmed) bartender. She had just placed the two beers and margarita you had asked for down in front of you when another hand appeared and tried to snatch them up.

“Hey!” you yelled, tossing the bills in your hand onto the bar as you reached up to catch the offender by the wrist before they made off with your hard-won drinks. “Asshole! Drop them, those are my beers! What the fuck?”

You swiped up the cocktail with your free hand, lest it meet the same fate and turned around to see what kind of absolute monster thought they had the right to steal drinks.

Annoyingly, he was beautiful.

Tall and broad, with sun-kissed skin and a blindingly-white smile, which held a hint of sheepishness as he realized that he had been caught red handed. There was something familiar about the way he ducked his head a little, before peering at you from beneath his eyelashes.

“Sorry about that, ma’am. I thought those were mine. Didn’t mean to steal from you,” his low, twangy drawl went right through you, settling warm and comfortingly in your stomach. “I’d offer to buy you a drink to make it up to you, but, well …”

Texas. That’s where that accent is from, you thought, instantly being transported back to your nursing school program in Austin. How many wannabe cowboys had spoken with that same drawl, trying to charm you and your friends during a night out? Not too many of them had succeeded with you, especially not after —

“Jake? Jake Seresin!?”

It had to be him. You’d know that smile anywhere, had seen those green eyes in your dreams for far too long after you both had moved on. He was bigger now, muscles more pronounced and jaw more defined, more of those cheeky smile lines creasing around his eyes. His voice was deeper too, some of his accent smoothed out after years in the military, but it had to be.

He swore under his breath, eyes widening as he made the connection as well. He practically whispered your name, as if it felt a bit rusty on his tongue, but the second you nodded, he repeated it louder, warmer, like he was slipping back into his favorite jacket.

“Shit, how long’s it been?” Jake wondered aloud, looking you up and down as if to make a note of every infinitesimal change that had occurred since you last saw each other. “You look amazing, darling. Beautiful as ever.”

You rolled your eyes but felt your cheeks heating up at his compliment. Jake always had a way of making you feel like the most special person in the room — but then again, he made everyone feel that way, as you later found out. “You look good too, Seresin. Like a proper, respectable Navy man,” you concede, though the words don’t sound nearly as begrudging as you hoped.

You’re rewarded with one of those thousand-watt grins and for a second, you’re back in a Texas dive bar, flirting with the most handsome man you’ve ever seen to the tune of some cheesy country-rap remix.

“I am good,” Jake promises, eyes locked on yours, and you think he might be back there with you, leaning up against the jukebox, the floors sticky under your feet. “I don’t know how respectable I am, but I am definitely good.”

His voice drags out that sentence, low and flirtatious, and butterflies fill your stomach the same way they did all those years ago. You can practically feel the ghost of his big hands on your hips, your lower back, caressing your cheek as the world disappeared around you that night, just the two of you creating your own little world in the corner of that dingy bar. Your lips part — to say what, exactly, you’re not sure — and you see his eyes drop to them for just a moment before —

The woman behind the bar calls out “Hangman!” with a tone of voice that makes it clear that it’s not the first time she’s said it and you both startle and turn to see her holding four bottles of beer out towards Jake, a look of exhaustion on her face. He jumps forward to take them, apologies pouring from his lips and he pointedly shoves several bills into the tip jar in order to earn an eye roll and a small smile from her. Two sweating bottles in each hand, he turns back to you and almost seems a bit relieved that you’re still standing there. (As if you’ve ever been able to walk away from him.)

“I have to drop these off with my friends,” Jake says, nodding to a table somewhere behind you, “And you should probably get those drinks to the people who sent you over here. But do — do you wanna catch up? There’s a deck out back with some tables, it’s usually pretty quiet this time of night.” He waits for you to nod, before pressing a quick kiss to your cheekbone. “I’ll meet you in five minutes.”

With one more charming smile, he’s off into the crowd and — not for the first time in your life — you’re left speechless and a little stunned, staring after Jake Seresin.

You’re not sure if the goosebumps on your arms are from the chill of the California evening or the way that Jake hasn’t stopped staring at you since he joined you outside on the deck. You shift slightly against the wooden bench of the picnic table, overwhelmed by the intensity of having all of the blonde’s attention on you again for the first time in a decade.

“So …” you begin, and your voice seems to startle Jake out of his thoughts slightly. “You’re a California boy now? I never thought you’d ever leave Texas.”

He grins and shakes his head slightly. “Well, when Top Gun calls and offers you a permanent station, you’d be a fool not to accept. And not to brag, but they do only offer that to the best of the best.”

“Please, Seresin. You love to brag,” you fire back, watching those green eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Well, it’s not bragging if it’s the truth. And the truth is, darling, that I am one hell of a pilot.” Jake takes a swig from his beer, before leaning a bit closer into you, like he wants to study your reactions. “What about you? What brings you out to sunny San Diego?”

“New job,” you say shortly, shrugging your shoulders as nonchalantly as possible. “Moved from the ICU to the ED, so I figured a change of location would go well with a change of pace.”

Your smile doesn’t quite meet your eyes and you hope he can’t tell. There’s no reason to tell your ex — boyfriend? Fling? — whatever that you followed a guy out here, especially since that whole — relationship? Affair? Complete and utter heartbreaking disaster? — situation crashed and burned almost immediately.

“Mmhmm,” Jake says, as if he can tell that’s not the whole story, and he takes another sip before seemingly deciding to let you off the hook. “And what did you boyfriend have to say about moving halfway across the country? Or did someone manage to finally lock you down after all these years?”

There’s a small, sinking feeling in your stomach as you think about the real reason you moved here for a brief, heartbreaking second.

“No boyfriend. No husband, either,” you say, wiggling your left hand at him in order to illustrate your point, and clock the way his eyes almost look relieved by the sight of your empty finger. “What about you, Seresin? Where’s your sweet, Southern wife?”

He laughs, a little cocky but a little hollow at the same time. “You know I don’t really do commitment, darlin’,” he jokes and, boy, do you, nights of watching him flirt with other girls while you pouted in the corner of the bar flashing in your brain. You take a long swallow of your beer — just like you used to swallow down your pride back then — and roll your eyes at him.

“I swear, you look exactly the same when you roll your eyes like that,” Jake says, his smile softening around the edges. “Nobody ever managed to make it quite as cutting as you.”

“Nobody’s ever been quite as annoying as you,” you fire back, but there’s no real heat behind it. Jake’s eye light up like you just gave him a compliment rather than pointing out that he knew exactly how to press your buttons when you were younger.

“I seem to remember you used to like it when I was able to make your eyes roll. Or, at least, when I could make them roll back into your head …”

You sigh, doing your best not to let on how much that comment made your face heat with decade-old memories of you two tangled up in your sheets. “There it is …” you begin, but he just leans into you a little more, those green eyes traveling all over your face as he speaks.

“I’m just reminiscing, that’s all. Can ya blame me? You’re still so beautiful …” Jake responds, one hand reaching out to gently tuck some of your hair behind your ear. His fingers brush against your cheek as he pulls away and you hope you can explain away the goosebumps that erupt on your skin as a product of the ocean breeze. “And I spent a lot of time trying to get you all worked up back then. Force of habit.”

You could give into it.

Allow the sheer force of Jake’s charisma and good looks to carry you away on a wave of old memories. The chemistry that always fizzled between you is clearly still there, the butterflies that have laid dormant in your stomach all this time just waiting for an excuse to be let free once again. It would be easy.

And it would be good — you two had always been good at the physical stuff. He was so gorgeous in so many ways and surprisingly generous when you were in bed. (Jake always took pride in being the best of the best, after all).

But once you woke up tomorrow morning, after all of the awkward goodbyes and the promises to call, then what? Jake Seresin doesn’t commit; he made that clear.

And you were still bruised from your last mess of a relationship, your heart feeling tender and aching in your chest most days. There’s no way that this doesn’t end the same way it did a decade ago, with you sobbing uncontrollably and Jake moving on to the next beautiful girl who manages to hold his attention.

So, with a self-control you didn’t even know you possessed, you pull yourself out of Jake’s undertow.

“Seresin, I … that’s probably a bad idea,” you say softly, eyes dropping down to the tabletop in between you. “I just got out of a relationship and I’m not in a place —”

He cuts you off by tilting your chin up to look at him and then making a point to pull his hands back and keep them to himself.

“Hey, hey, I get it. No worries. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, darlin’” Jake explains in a rush. “I’m sorry about that. Like I said, force of habit.”

You huff out a laugh and another eye roll and you can see him fight a grin at your reaction. “Only you would describe flirting with someone as a habit, Jake.”

“Well, I’m one of a kind.”

“Shut up, Seresin,” you giggle, glad to be back on solid, friendly ground with him.

Two hours later, Jake sent you off with a hug and his phone number as you and your friend climbed into an Uber and set off for home. She had a few questions about the “dreamboat” of a Naval aviator that you had apparently dated back in school, but was a little too excited about recounting her own evening to push you for details. It wasn’t until you arrived back at your apartment and collapsed on your couch that you realized Jake had been texting you the whole time you were in the car.

Unknown: It’s Jake 🫡😜🤠⭐️🍻🏈😉

Unknown: Hope you get home safe, beautiful. It was great to catch up with you.

Unknown: And I would be an embarrassment to the U.S. Navy if I didn’t at least offer to be your tour guide around San Diego

Unknown: I know all the best spots after all

Unknown: So text me if you want to grab lunch or something

Unknown: Or if you finally want to learn how to surf

Unknown: But give me fair warning beforehand, I remember how bad your balance is lol

You: lol I forgot you text every single thought in your brain

You: but having a tour guide sounds nice

You: we could get brunch this weekend and you can give me the highlights?

You had only just begun to take your shoes off, resigned to finally get off the couch, when your phone pinged.

Jake 🤠 🧡: I know just the place

You gave his text a quick thumbs up and got ready for bed smiling the whole time.

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irrlicht-writes · 4 years ago

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the path we choose to walk on

Part 1 of my Fix-It for 15x20. There will be more parts, so keep a look out! Also I’m thinking of a tag list, anyone interested? Let me know! @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @cass-said-i-love-you

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PART 1: a length of rope

“Freedom,” Sam says. “What do we do with it?”

Dean looks over to his brother, smiling. There is no story left for them, not ever again. Now, they make sure the book gets a good end. They deserve a soft end, don’t they?

“Whatever we want,” Dean replies and they drive away.

“I can’t reach her,” Sam says and panics. He’s holding his phone in his hand and tries again. Dean wants to help, but he doesn’t know how. What if she lost her phone? Because she came back. Jack had brought everybody back, right? Jack wouldn’t leave her behind, right?

She’s important to Sam.

“Can you locate her phone?” Dean asks and Sam nods. His hands are shaking. Dean reaches over and grabs one of them, squeezing it.

“We’ll find her, Sammy,” he says and Sam tries to smile.

Dean is sure of it. There is a happy end waiting. What’s a little more work? What’s a little more searching? Sam will get what he deserves. Sam will get the girl and Dean... well, Dean has Miracle. But that’s not important right now. Right now, Sam’s hand is important. If he can provide just a little support to his brother, then he’ll do that.

“The GPS says she’s right there.”

Sam’s voice quivers and he looks through the windshield. He doesn’t look at Dean.

“Then let’s go there,” Dean says and Sam nods, looking back down at his phone.

Dean starts to drive. There is the open road in front of them; and at the end, Eileen will be waiting.

“There’s a pie contest in this town,” Sam says and Dean looks at the road sign. Huh. They’ve been driving for a while now and a break would be nice if Dean is honest.

“I was also reading the local news and I think there might be a case here.”

So there is a case here, huh? After the entire God thing, a normal case would be really nice. And the pie contest sounds incredibly tempting. It almost sounds too normal and Dean almost wants to pull over. It’s been a long time since he’s had some pie.

But here’s the thing.

Dean doesn’t want to hunt anymore. He doesn’t want to go chasing after the monsters anymore.

“You’ve fought for this whole world for love.”

He’s not a killer. He’s never wanted to be. He simply had never been given the choice but Cas – Castiel saw him for what he was. And Dean believes him. He looks over to Sam and smiles.

“I don’t want pie, Sammy. Let’s keep driving.”

They never go to Dabb’s Pie Festival.

In the afternoon sun, an old nail shimmers in an empty barn.

It’s quiet in the town.

Someone else takes care of the monster.

Nobody dies that day.

Sam’s hand is shaking.

He’s saying that they’re getting close. Even Dean is getting anxious. Sam deserves a happy end. And Dean will figure himself out, like he always does. He thinks about the trench coat he carries in the trunk. Cas is always going to be with him. When he puts the trench coat on, Cas will protect him again, like he always did.

In lonely nights, the trench coat will bring back Cas to him.

“We’re close. She must be here somewhere.”

Sam’s voice is shaking hard. Dean nods and slows the car down.

“Try calling her again,” Dean says.

Sam nods and tries again. She doesn’t need to answer; she just needs to pick up the phone. She just needs to give a little sign of life. Sam is breathing heavily. Dean is scanning the surroundings, hoping to spot a lost woman in the crowd.

When they find her, he should ask Eileen to dye her hair green. That would make her easier to find, at least.

“She doesn’t pick up,” Sam whispers and Dean clenches his jaw.

“We’ll find her,” he says. He has hope. He has faith. He has Castiel in his heart.

Eventually, they stop at the side curb. Sam is trying hard not to cry and Dean wants to cheer him up.

“Cas told me he loves me,” he says and Sam snivels.

“He saved me,” he says and Sam is blinking at him.

“I’m not the killer I believed I was because Cas saw me for who I really am,” he says and Sam is reaching out his hand. Dean doesn’t take it.

“It’s the first time I saw him cry. He was happy, he said. Loving me made him happy,” he says and looks at Sam.

“We’ll find Eileen because that’s what Cas would’ve wanted. Let’s do something for love. I don’t want to be angry anymore. I don’t want to yell anymore. I want to do things because I care. I care about you, I care about Cas, I care about Jack and I care about the whole world – I care so much because I love. I love you, I love Jack, I love the world and I love Cas. I will forever regret that I never got to tell him. He died, Sam, he died without knowing that I loved him like he deserved. At the end, he died believing he was expendable. In the end, he died thinking that he was just a pawn, nothing important. But Sam, without Cas – we wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be, you wouldn’t be, Eileen wouldn’t be, Jack wouldn’t be.

I always believed that I corrupted him, an angel from Heaven, but in reality? He freed us. In everything we’ve done, Castiel is the only one that did the right thing. He broke free of the story because he wanted to. We’re here, Sam, because Cas dared to do the impossible: he defied God and he got punished and he defied God again. He’s the only one who ever made a choice; whose choice allowed us to go on. And we never told him. We never told him that he did everything right. He never felt at home in the Bunker. He always believed he was a second-rate person.

I never got to tell him, Sam. I’ll never see him again because Jack won’t answer me. I want to do this for him. I want to do it for love. And you’ll get your ending with Eileen, like you deserve. It’s not too late, Sammy.

I want – I need love to win. I can’t get it. But you can. So we’ll find Eileen. And we won’t stop until we’ve found her. And then you’ll tell her that you love her and love can win. It’s not too late. I want to prove right by Cas. I want to be the guy that he saw. I need to be the guy that he fell in love with. I can be. I know I can. So let’s go find your girl.”

Dean steps out of the car.

It’s a nice and warm summer day.

He looks up at the sun.

It’s a nice day to be alive.

After hours of searching, they find her. She’s sitting on a park bench and she’s small and frail and weak and Dean is angry at whoever would do this to her. She’s holding the phone in her hand and Dean realises. She’s seen the calls, she’s seen the texts, but she’s been too shocked to react. After all, who knows what exactly happened to those who came back?

“Eileen,” Sam whispers and he starts running. Dean follows slowly. He’s smiling. Sam can get his happy ending after all and it feels good. Cas would be happy for them too.

Sam falls to his knees in front of her and Eileen sobs, falling into his arms. It’s touching, really and Dean almost wants to turn away. Sam and Eileen are both crying.

Dean reaches into his pocket and wraps his hand around the mix tape. Dean had found it in Cas’ room and he hadn’t been able to leave it behind.

“Hey Cas,” he says and looks up at the sky even though there is no point. Cas isn’t there. But Cas is always in the sky. He’s always someone Dean can look up to.

“We found Eileen. Isn’t that great? Maybe now Sam can get out of this life and I... Cas, I want out too. I don’t want to be Dean Winchester, the killer anymore. I want to be a Dean Winchester where I go into bars and have drinks and I want to ride another mechanical bull and I want a house I can return to. I want to hunt every now and again when something’s going on in the area but I don’t want to chase the monsters anymore. I want to watch chick flicks and I want to wash my car in booty shorts.

I want to have a porch with a nice garden and I want an old recliner I can sit in when I watch my shows. We could’ve watched so many shows together; like stupid sitcoms, y’know? You would’ve laughed at all the dumb jokes, man; you really should’ve laughed more.

I’ll be better than I was, Cas. I’ll be the man you saw in me, because you’re right. I won’t lash out anymore because I remember – I remember that you said I did these things out of love. Dean Winchester is loved.

You – you were it, Cas. In all this mess, you were the one good thing that happened to me. Remember when we met? Good things do happen, Dean? This good thing was you, Cas. It was always you and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I never told you. I’m so sorry that I made you think you didn’t matter and that you were expendable.

You never were. You were always so important. You never had to come back to me, but you did. You came back every single time.”

Dean bows his head.

The sun ahead is mocking him.

“I just wish I could tell you. I wish I could make you understand. But I’m too late. I’m always too late for these things, Cas.”

He had never held Castiel’s hand. He had never ruffled Castiel’s hair. He had never been able to make Castiel wear different clothes. He had never explained the finer things in life to Castiel. And now it is too late.

But he wants to accept himself for who he is. He doesn’t want to hide anymore. Cas loves him exactly as he is and Dean wants to be proud of that.

“Dean,” Sam says and Dean looks up. Sam and Eileen have stopped crying and that’s good. He waves at Eileen who smiles at him.

Sam is happy. It’s so easy to see on his face. It feels good. They got a win. They got a final win and Sam could finally have the white picket-fence that he deserves. And Dean would cope. Dean would just cope. Sam and Eileen would have babies and Dean could be the cool uncle.

And hey, maybe he could become a godparent to Garth’s Cas. Yes. That is a nice thought.

“I could feel your longing,” someone behind him says and Dean whips around just to be face to face with Jack.

“Jack,” he whispers and the boy lifts his hand in response. It’s good to see that Jack is still Jack. Cas would be proud of his son. Dean just wishes Castiel had been there to see it. Dean just wishes that Castiel would be here now to see this.

“I can’t bring him back,” Jack says and Dean knows. That’s why he didn’t ask back then. Cas was gone; and the Empty held the angel forever now. It’s okay. Dean would learn to live with this hole in his heart.

“But,” Jack then continues and Dean looks up.

“I can help you bring him back.”

Sam is holding Eileen tight but Dean can barely see. What did Jack just say?

The boy gestures into the air.

“I can open a portal to the Empty and protect you while you’re in it. But you have to find Cas; and you have to convince him to leave. He has to want to leave that place. As soon as he wants that, I can get him out.”

He looks at Dean.

“You can make him want to leave, Dean. He thinks you’re better off without him, and you need to prove him wrong.”

Dean’s heart is beating too fast. Could this be true? Could this truly be true? What if he died in the car or Chuck killed him or this is just a fever dream because maybe he got impaled on something or –

“I’ll go, too,” Sam says.

Dean turns around to look at him. Sam looks determined.

“I love Cas, too,” he says, “not like you do, but I love him all the same. You told me to get my girl, then, so I’m telling you now, let’s go get your man.”

Eileen nods.

Dean nods.

Sam nods.

Jack nods.

Jack opens a portal and Dean and Sam step through it, into eternal darkness.

Eileen will wait. She’ll wait forever for Sam.

Jack will wait. He’ll wait forever for Cas.

“Where do we go?” Sam asks and Dean doesn’t know how to answer.

He’s breathing hard because there’s nothing here. It’s just dark. How is he supposed to find Cas in all this darkness? This isn’t like tracking down a GPS signal.

“Dean,” Sam says and puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder. Dean tries to catch his breath. But all he knows is Cas. Cas Cas Cas Cas Cas Cas.

“Follow your heart,” Sam says and Dean isn’t sure if he can do that. Cas. He wants Cas. Cas always comes back to him. He can do it this once. He can find Cas, just this once when it matters.

His whole body is shaking and he looks around but it doesn’t help. Find Cas, he has to find Cas. He has to trust himself, he has to trust Cas. He isn’t going to leave this place without Cas. Sam is right behind him. This is the final obstacle. The final monster they have to defeat. Dean can do it. Dean can triumph over the Empty and in the end, love wins.

He takes a deep breath.

And then he starts walking.

Sam follows behind.

One last time.

Dean stops.

He doesn’t know how far they’ve walked because there is nothing here. But something tells him to stop. Something tells him that this is the right spot. He closes his eyes and kneels down on the ground.

“Cas,” he says because that’s all that matters.

Sam stands behind him and it’s a comforting presence. He’s not alone. He’s never been alone. He’s not alone in this trial and Sam will support him.

“Why is it always you?!” He hears himself shout and Dean opens his eyes. They’re somewhere else. He can see himself standing there; and he’s screaming at Cas. Why? Why is he screaming? Why is he always screaming –?

“Every time we fix something you broke; you turn around and break something else!”

Dean gets up from the ground.

“Dean I just wanted to do the right thing,” Cas says and it’s so good to hear his voice.

“The right thing?! You’ve never done the right thing, Cas! Everything you do just makes things even worse! It’s like you don’t care about us at all!”

“Dean, please –“

“Fucking can it, Cas! We don’t need you! We’ve never needed you! I’ve been just too nice to let you stay all this time, you hear me? But this ends here, alright? It’s over, Castiel. If you come back, I will personally get rid of you. You don’t deserve anything, Castiel and I hope your asshole angel brothers exile you to the furthest desert and let you rot there in all eternity. I’m done with you. And now please excuse me while I try to save the world you want to see burn.”

No.

No no no no no no no.

How could he say that? But Dean knows. Dean knows that this is what he’s been like. And Cas, good, pure Cas, just took it all. How could he do that? How could he treat Cas this way? Why did Cas ever come back? Why –

“It’s okay,” Cas says to a little bird and Dean sobs.

“He’s angry because he cares so much. One day, if I’m good, then he’ll care about me too. I just need to prove myself. Once I’ll do something right, he’ll smile at me, you know? I just have to earn his care. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“Cas,” Dean sobs and Cas turns around. But he doesn’t look at Dean. Dean wants to go to him and hold him and apologise for himself.

“Cas, please come back to me,” Dean sobs and Cas tilts his head.

But then Dean blinks and Cas is gone.

“Cas,” Dean cries and Sam’s hands on his shoulder don’t help at all.

“Man, I love boobs,” he hears himself say and he doesn’t want to listen.

“Oh?” Castiel replies.

“Yeah. Honestly, I don’t get how people could be into dick.”

Castiel frowns. “Are women not?”

“Well yeah. I meant – I meant other dudes. Why would I want another dick if I could get boobs?”

Castiel is quiet for a while. “You don’t like men being with other men?”

This time, Dean hears how quiet Cas’ voice is. He hates it. Why hadn’t he ever heard before? It’s because he didn’t want to hear. He hadn’t cared. If he had just listened back then, then – then maybe...

“No. I mean, I don’t care. It’s just not for me, y’know? I couldn’t ever see myself liking dick. Like, someone else’s dick. I don’t know. I think I’m missing the appeal.”

Castiel looks so sad. Back then, Dean hadn’t seen. He hadn’t cared. He had never cared. Why had he never cared?

“It’s okay,” Cas says after Dean is gone.

“I can still be his friend. I just want to be with him. It’s enough. It’s enough. I have no other choice. It has to be enough. It doesn’t... it doesn’t matter what I want. I don’t matter. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

At the end, Cas’ voice breaks. Dean’s heart breaks too.

“You matter, Cas,” he whispers, “you always mattered.”

Cas looks up but again, he doesn’t see Dean. Dean tries to get closer.

“I’m an idiot,” Dean says, “and I never deserved you. But please, please, come back to me, Cas, please.”

“It’s okay,” Castiel says and it’s raining. Dean is cold. He recognises this.

“I’m not useful to him right now, so that’s why he sent me away.”

“Cas, no,” Dean whispers breathlessly but Cas doesn’t look at him.

“I had just hoped that – that maybe now he and I could be... that we could be...” Castiel’s voice breaks away.

Cas is walking through the dark evening and the sky looks like rain. Dean wants to go to him, wrap him up in his jacket and hold him close and tell him how much he matters.

“I’m not his friend,” Cas says and Dean’s breath hitches hard.

“He’s always just needed my powers but now that I’ve got none of them left, I lost my usefulness to him. It’s okay. He saved me from April. That means something, right? It means he cares just a little bit. Maybe – maybe if I’m really good and prove myself, then he’ll take me back. I’ll just become a very good human being and then Dean will see that I’m worth it. He’ll say that it was just a test to see how I’d do and then I’ll have passed and he’ll hug me and we can eat burritos together.

I hope he’s fine. He’s got Sam. He’s got Sam and I’ve got nobody. It’s okay. It’s okay. It has to be okay. Get a grip, Castiel. You’re going to be just fine. You’ll ace this human thing and then you can go back to Dean and tell him you’ve done well.

It’s okay. It’s okay. He’ll smile at you and clap you on the back and he’ll tell you that your home is with them in the Bunker and you’ll get to help. They’ll value you, they both will, because they’ll care for you.

You just have to get there. You can do it. You can do it. It’s okay. It’s okay. It has to be okay. You’ve got no other choice. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Castiel’s voice is quiet and flat and it breaks Dean’s heart. How did Cas ever see anything good in him? He’s done nothing but degrade the angel, again and again.

“Cas,” he cries. “Please come back to me.”

Cas turns his head.

“Who’s there?” he asks but Dean’s fading away.

“He doesn’t love you,” Lucifer says.

“I know,” Castiel replies.

“So why are you holding on to him?”

Castiel blinks and looks at Lucifer. He doesn’t answer.

“You’ve let the devil possess you, all in the desperate effort to save that mud-monkey. Tell me why he deserves it. Tell me why I shouldn’t just get rid of both of them.”

“Because,” Castiel says, “I will cast you out if you do. They’re important to me. It doesn’t matter what they think of me. I will do everything they ask without question.”

“You’re a fool,” Lucifer says.

“Yes,” Castiel agrees. “But I chose this fate by my own free will. And I keep choosing it. I will forever keep choosing this. It’s worth it. They’re worth it. Dean’s worth it.”

Lucifer grabs him and slams him against a wall. They’re in the Bunker kitchen, Dean realises.

“Then maybe you should suffer for your precious human.”

“For him, I’ll do anything.”

“You’re broken beyond repair, Castiel. I don’t even know what’s still holding you together.”

Castiel smiles.

He doesn’t scream when Lucifer punches him through the gut, but Dean does. He can’t move.

Castiel looks at him. Castiel sees him. Dean can’t speak. He doesn’t know how. Castiel smiles.

“It’s okay,” he says with blood running over his lips.

“I love him,” Castiel says and Dean sees himself raking leaves.

He remembers this. It’s when he was staying with Lisa.

“But I can’t have him,” Castiel says and Dean takes a step closer to him.

“He deserves his peace,” Castiel says and Dean’s legs are shaking.

“And I’m not supposed to feel,” Castiel says and Dean is getting closer.

“I’m a broken angel,” Castiel says and Dean reaches out his hand.

“Nobody would ever love a dysfunctional angel,” Castiel says and Dean’s almost there.

“I’ll watch over him,” Castiel says and it’s just one more step.

“It’s okay,” Castiel says and Dean hugs him.

“It’s not okay,” Dean says and Castiel doesn’t move.

“I’m sorry,” Dean says and Castiel turns his head.

“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve put you through,” Dean says and Castiel tries to turn in Dean’s arms.

“You’re not broken,” Dean says and Castiel puts his hand on Dean’s arm.

“I can never make it up to you,” Dean says and blinks away the tears. Castiel is silent.

“But I want to try,” Dean says and lifts his head. Castiel is looking at him.

“I can’t go on without you,” Dean says and Castiel puts a hand on Dean’s cheek.

“I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist,” Dean says and Castiel is wiping away a tear.

“You’ve always been worth the world, Cas,” Dean says and his lip quivers. Castiel puts a finger on it.

“Please come back to me,” Dean whispers and closes his eyes.

“Dean,” Castiel says and Dean looks at him.

“I love you,” Castiel says and Dean laughs with a broken cry.

“Please come back to me,” Dean whimpers, “I want you with me.”

Before Castiel can answer, he’s fading away.

Everything is fading away and Dean fights, he fights so hard to hold on but everything is slipping through his fingers.

“Cas!” He yells. “Cas! Cas! Cas, please!”

“Cas, please don’t leave me!”

In the end, nothing remains.

Eileen holds Sam tight. Dean is sitting on the ground and Jack has put his hand on his shoulder. It feels wrong.

“You tried all you could,” Jack says and Dean thinks he’s a crappy liar.

It’s never enough. He was just there, witnessing all this and he couldn’t even change anything in the end.

“It’s okay,” he says. He wonders if Cas had felt just as hollow whenever he had to tell himself that it was okay. He can’t ever make it up to Cas. Dean’s had the most pure being just within arm’s reach and he’s fucked up.

He couldn’t even say it. He couldn’t even say I love you back. What has been the point? He hadn’t even been able to say it back. Cas deserves better than this.

You have to keep fighting, Cas had once said. And maybe Dean has to do just that. What else does he have left?

He looks over to Sam and Eileen. They look at him with pity and he hates it.

“Let’s go,” he says instead and stands up. He can see that Sam wants to say something but he shakes his head. He doesn’t want to hear it. He doesn’t need to be patronised. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. If Cas had always been able to move on, then so could Dean.

He heads for the car.

He thinks about the trench coat in the back.

“I love you, Castiel,” he whispers into the wind, but nobody answers.

Two weeks pass and Dean tries. He wants to drink, but he doesn’t. He wants to hole up in his room, but he takes Miracle on walks instead. Cas would be proud of him, taking care of himself. And in time, he would be able to get out further. Get a job, get new friends. In time, Dean would get there. He prays to Cas every night and somewhere in his heart he hopes that Cas can still hear him. It gives him comfort.

“You know, Miracle,” he says while he’s collecting the dog poop. “You would’ve liked Cas. He makes me really happy, you know? Just like you do.”

The dog barks excitedly and Dean smiles.

“And Cas would’ve liked you too. He has a tan coat, you know? It’s the one you always try to sniff like there are treats inside the pockets. Cas would’ve always had some for you, you know? He’s good like that. You would’ve gotten along really well.”

Miracle whines and tries to cheer him up. Dean laughs a little.

“Now, now. It’s okay. I’m okay. I’ll miss him, I’ll miss him forever but I have to keep living, y’know? For Cas. Cas wouldn’t want me to wallow in self-pity for all eternity. So I’ll do it for him. I’ll be the man he saw in me because I know I can be. I just need a little more time. And you’ll be here for me, won’t you?”

Miracle barks as if to say of course. Dean laughs.

“Of course,” he echoes. Castiel said it all the time. Dean realises now that must’ve meant of course I love you, at least on some end.

“The purest being in the universe loves me,” Dean says. “You should’ve seen him smile, Miracle. You wouldn’t love me so much if you’d ever see him smile. I should’ve made him smile more.”

“We bought a house,” Sam says two months later. Dean just nods. It was inevitable and he’s happy for them. He smiles.

“That’s great, Sammy,” he says, “as long as I get a key?”

Sam laughs and shoves at him. It feels good. Life has to go on. He’s going to be okay. He looks to Eileen who’s making a small shush motion and Dean just winks.

“You could come with us, Dean. I don’t want to leave you here alone.”

Dean looks around. Sam’s right. Being alone in the Bunker isn’t going to be good for his mental health. But he doesn’t want to impose on Sam and Eileen. He needs a job. He’s wallowed long enough.

Dean nods.

“You’re right. I need a job, a real one with money. I’ll only sit on you as long as I absolutely have to, but you’re right. It’d be too quiet here, just on my own.”

He needs to move on.

I’m proud of you, Dean.

Dean smiles. Cas is with him, always. It’s a good feeling.

He stands up and hugs his family. They hug back.

It feels good.

The ache will never go away, but it feels good.

Someday, he’ll be at peace.

#supernatural #Destiel #fix-it #angst #castiel #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #eileen leahy #hurt #hurt/comfort #writing #irrlicht writes #dean x castiel #spn 15x20 #userpris #it gets better #watch out for the rest

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sidecarghost · 4 years ago

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Spn 12x11 “Regarding Dean” Canon Divergent Destiel Fic

Suptober20 - Day 26 Walk of Shame

Notes: Dean and Castiel both get a chance to ride the mechanical bull in this canon div fic.

Dean feels a cool breeze and reaches for a blanket to wrap himself in. But his hand finds nothing but... grass? His head pounds and his eyes protest as he wills them open. So, at some point his latest escapades got him passed out in a field. He pushes himself up into a seated position. The feral bunny that had been nuzzled into his side gives him a look of reproach.

“Hey little buddy,” Dean tells the bunny. “Do you know how I got here?”

The bunny hops away. Dean realizes he is missing some things like his phone, car keys, and clothes. He just has his brown bear boxer-briefs on. So last night either went really well or really bad. Sam would know. Just gotta give him a call. Dean walks in a random direction hoping to find someone for help.

Dean doesn’t have to look long, as he almost trips over a dude sleeping along the trail. This guy is following Dean’s trend of wearing underwear as sleepwear for the great outdoors. “Hey,” Dean reaches a foot out to tap the sleeping dude.

“Hey yourself,” a deep voice groggily answers.

“Cas?” Dean questions.

The not quite awake Castiel rolls over and squints at Dean. “Hello Dean,” he says. “You aren’t wearing any pants.” Castiel informs his friend.

“Yeah Cas,” Dean responds. “I’m not the only one.”

“So it would seem. Let me know when you solve the mystery of our wayward clothes.” Castiel yawns and begins to nod off again.

***

“Cas, what are you doing? You don’t sleep remember?”

“That does sound like something I’ve said,” Castiel admits.

“Come on buddy. Let’s try to find someone that can help us.” Dean tells the nearly comatose angel.

Castiel moans in a way that Dean decides is unfairly pornographic. Dean then finds himself staring as Castiel performs a full body stretch by reaching his arms back behind his head and stretching his feet out in the opposite direction. This maneuver causes all the well toned muscles on Castiel’s body to flex. Damn, Dean thinks, walking with Castiel in his underwear just got way more awkward.

“I’m going up the trail. Catch up when you can,” Dean tells Castiel as he hastily retreats away from his friend.

After a few minutes, Castiel has caught up to Dean on the trail and they see a park up ahead. Dean would rather not get arrested for public indecency, so he tries to think of a plan to somehow get a phone without exposing himself.

“Cas we can’t just walk into a park in our skivvies,” Dean says. “Do you have any ideas?”

“Um... if Sam was an angel we could pray to him to bring us clothes.”

“Do we know any angels that aren’t dicks and could help us?” Dean asks.

“No,” Castiel admits. “Networking has always been a challenge for me.“

“No worries Cas, nobody’s perfect.” Dean responds. As Dean considers their next move, he notices a runner in the park. The runner is the size of a small giant, and he has his trademark long, flowing hair partially covered by a beanie. “Hey Cas, look we are saved!” Dean shouts, “SAMMY!”

Sam turns at the sound of his name and runs up to Dean and Castiel. “Uh, why are you guys wearing nothing but your underwear in the woods?”

“I don’t know Sammy. Cas and I just woke up here. I can’t remember anything from yesterday.” Dean tells his brother.

“I know what happened. Apparently the memory curse doesn’t affect angels.” Castiel tells the brothers. “Dean and I went to a bar last night, and the bar had a mechanical bull.”

“Oh, wow a mechanical bull! How awesome is that?” Dean says excitedly.

“Yeah, you said the same thing last night, Dean. Anyway, Dean dared me to ride the bull. I knew if my vessel had full range of motion I would have more success at riding through the bucks.

“So I removed my trench coat, suit jacket, tie, and shirt. I still had my wifebeater on to preserve my vessel’s decency. I also removed my shoes and socks and hiked up my pants to help with gripping the bull between my legs. Dean must have been impressed with my performance because I could feel his eyes fixed on me while I rolled my hips through every buck that bull took me on.

“After my turn, I asked Dean what he thought of my riding. He responded with some unintelligible swear words. I went to grab my shirt, but Dean grabbed me by the arm before I could put it back on. I turned to look at him, and Dean fixed his eyes on mine.

“Dean had lowered his voice to barely a whisper when he told me I made him jealous of the bull. I have heard trillions of romantic declarations during my existence, but Dean’s utterance was easily the most romantic thing ever said by your species. So I kissed Dean. I haven’t kissed a lot but I thought the kiss was good, and that I would like to keep kissing Dean for the next several eons until the Sun consumed the Earth and we both became stardust.

“I was relieved to find out Dean seemed to also have a good opinion on the kiss, because we kept on kissing. We let our tongues lazily discover the sensation of slowly tracing out each other’s mouths. The sensation was very enjoyable.”

“That’s nice, Cas. But I think we should focus on the part of your memories that deals with you guys getting cursed,” Sam tells Castiel.

Dean gives Sam a bitchface and then tells Castiel, “Just ignore Sammy, Cas. I want to hear more about the things we did last night,” Dean says with something that sounds like longing in his voice.

“So eventually,” Castiel continues, “Dean wanted a turn at the bull too. He decided to follow my method and also stripped down to his undershirt. Dean hopped onto the bull and then waved me over asking me to join him.”

“Um... is this really relevant to getting cursed?” Sam asks.

“Shhh, don’t interrupt Sammy,” Dean says. “How did things go with the two of us on the bull Cas?”

“It was a little different from riding the bull solo,” Castiel reflects. “I got in position in front of you. And we leaned into each other in rhythm with the mechanical bucks. Our legs tangled together as we thrust through the motion. Dean wrapped one arm around my waist, and I gripped his arm back with one of mine.”

“My vessel began getting aroused from the whole experience. And I could feel evidence of Dean’s arousal each time he rolled his hips behind me. Dean suggested we go to the Impala at this point.”

“Holy shit Cas! I do not want to hear about you and my brother having sex in the Impala,” Sam complains.

“Well, then you are in luck Sam because we did not get that far. We had stripped off everything left but our underwear. I hadn’t realized what a brilliant construction the human somatosensory system was before last night. Every nerve receptor was set on fire from the feel of Dean’s finger tips touching my skin. Dean asked if his touches felt good, and I tried to make the most eloquent response possible with a ragged moan. I had once thought soulmates spending eternity in Heaven with just each other for company probably got boring. But last night I felt like spending forever in the Impala with Dean would be the most wonderful thing imaginable. And that forever wouldn’t be nearly enough time.

“But then this drunk guy stumbled and bumped into the Impala. I recognized him as the witch we were hunting. Dean and I burst out of the backseat to run the witch down. We ended up chasing him into these woods, but we both ran a little slower than usual because we didn’t have any footwear protecting our feet.

“Our delay gave the witch ahead of us enough time to cast a spell. The effects of the spell caused us both to go unconscious, and apparently also caused Dean to lose his memories. But I know all the witch’s info, so we should go to his family’s home to break the curse. Then Dean will get his memories back, and we can pick up where we left off.”

“Fuck yeah, let’s go already,” Dean agrees.

“Okay, okay just meet me by the road up 1/4 mile where it stays close to the woods. You can jump in the back seat of my rental car without being seen by anyone.” Sam says.

“Awesome, Sammy we will see you in a few minutes then.” Dean tells his brother. Sam nods and turns away to walk over to the parking lot on the far end of the park.

Dean and Castiel begin to walk further into the woods in the direction Sam pointed to them. Dean looks over at his friend and smiles at Castiel, and Castiel can feel the heat rushing to his vessel’s face. Dean reaches a hand out, and Castiel smiles softly back to Dean as he tenderly entwines their fingers together.

Dean thought about how he had been wanting to kiss Castiel ever since he had met him, and now he was pissed that some asshole witch had taken that away from him. But holding Castiel’s hand helped simmer the rage building in his blood. Castiel always helped ground him when everything else seemed to spiral out of control. He wished he could remember the feel of Castiel’s lips on his own.

Dean pauses on the trail, and he looks at Castiel and says almost shyly, “Cas, I was thinking we could try another first kiss before I get my memories back.”

“I would like that, Dean,” Castiel says with a smile.

“Only thing is, I should have asked Sam for a mint because I’m sure I got some wicked morning breath,” Dean laments.

“I’m an angel of the lord, Dean. I can fix morning breath,” Castiel says. Castiel continues to hold Dean’s hand with one of his own, and reaches his other hand towards Dean’s face. He then traces a finger over Dean’s lips. Dean playfully catches Castiel’s finger with his mouth and sucks down on it. Dean is rewarded with a sexy moan from Castiel, and the feeling of clean, minty freshness on his teeth and tongue. Castiel’s finger is let free from Dean’s mouth, and Dean resolutely determines to give Castiel a kiss that an immortal being would remember for the rest of their existence.

Sam has been waiting on the side of the road for the past 45 minutes. He figures he knows exactly what is happening in the woods, and although he is happy that his brother and best friend found love, having to wait while they are hooking up is not how he wants to spend his morning. He considers driving back to the motel and leaving Dean and Castiel to walk back on their own.

And Sam chuckles at the thought of a billion year old angel doing the walk of shame with his brother. Fighting the supernatural takes a lot more away from the brothers, than it ever gives. But sometimes the universe conspires to make everything fun and ridiculous again. Sam checks the trunk for a duffle bag with a couple sets of spare clothes. He drops the bag and a burner phone in a place where it seems obvious from the woods, but isn’t visible to passing motorists.

Sam gets back in the driver seat and starts the car. As he drives back to the motel, he enjoys laughing to himself every time he thinks of Dean’s face when he realizes he’ll be walking back to the motel.

#suptober20 #spn #destiel #destiel fic #supernatural

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lihikainanea · 5 years ago

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On my way to work, I heard this old country song that says “and partner, there’s a tiger in these tight fittin’ jeans,” and listen. She’s visiting him on location and she’s all about experiencing that local life, so they end up in this old school country bar with greasy food and legit cowboys. And she hears this ridiculous song and that line and she immediately thinks it’s the funniest thing (because booze). But the little wiggle she does in her—coincidentally—tight jeans...Bill’s not laughing.

Oh boo, sit down it’s story time. Last year, I celebrated my birthday in Nashville, Tennessee. Now, as a bonafide Johnny Cash fan, I was just....elated that somehow, I needed to be in Nashville for one week at precisely ZERO PERSONAL COST and it just so happened to be my birthday week.

I did it all. I went flying down the highway hanging off the back of a golf cart doing 90 miles per hour on my way to a bluegrass bar. I bought the real nice cowboy boots. I ate the Goo Goo Clusters. I ate the pralines. I line danced. I stomped those boots to the best fiddler in the country in some no name bar with peanut shells all over the floor. And I had the time of my life. I also went home with he fiddler because happy birthday to me.

I’ve always loved this concept, this aesthetic of Bill in really run down, dirty places. Bill has this kind of beauty that is just...ethereal. Even if he wasn’t famous, if you saw this dude in the street, something about him would bring you to a dead stop and you’d stare. And there’s something so incredible to me about taking a beauty like that, this beauty that seems almost transcendent and surrounding it by the doldrums and mild horrors of every day life--surrounding it by broken beer bottles, locals who probably have 8 collective teeth between them, sticky floors, a wet humidity with run down fans that do a piss poor job of circulating anything except a few palmetto bug carcasses. Somehow, ethereal beauty just gets even more amplified in those situations.

And it’s ironic--Bill loves these dive bars in no name small towns because he says they make him feel invisible, he says he feels like he can blend in. And tiger, completely enraptured with this beautiful being who is her best friend, is just like...buddy, the only thing these places do is make you stand out even more.

But yes, let’s put them somewhere in the deep south alright? just because I have a soft spot for it. Bill was kinda lonely and sent for her, and tiger grabbed the bag she always keeps packed and headed to the airport. You know she scoped out the bar scene ahead of time, found the grimiest, dirtiest one. And as soon as she got to his rented apartment, after she gave the sap some good lovin’, she dragged his ass to a bar. And tiger looks every bit the cliché part--tight jeans ripped at the knee, some good stompin’ boots, a flannel shirt rolled up and tied at her waist. They pound back beers and crack peanuts on the table, tiger gets him to open up about why this shoot has been so hard, what’s been on his mind. And nobody here knows who he is--he knows that, so he can talk a bit more freely, and tiger just thinks he’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. Clear eyes, a kind face, big soft hands wrapping around those peanut shells, murmuring softly about how this is just a bit of a culture shock to him, how he’s exhausted from the night shoots, how he missed her. And there’s not a single thing about him in that moment that doesn’t make her breath hitch, every part of him is just truth and kindness and honesty and tiger is so head over heels in love. But she listens to him, offers him some ruthless advice, leans across the table and kisses him solidly on the mouth. And when she pulls back, he grabs the front of her shirt and pulls her back for more. And when the twang of a banjo comes back on from the live band she grabs him, pulls him up and smack into the middle of a line dance.

And in that moment, Bill is so incredibly head over heels in love, too. Because she’s his rock, this small but forceful tower of courage and strength and grit, of fierceness and loyalty. She would go to the ends of the earth for him, she would fight hell and heaven for him, and Bill knows that. He feels it. He follows her dance steps, stumbling a bit, but before long he’s slapping his heels and grabbing his belt and spinning like a pro and laughing right along with her.

There’s a mechanical bull in the corner that tiger totally rides, and it nearly makes Bill bust on the spot. Because those strong thighs, gripping that thing as it dips and sways and turns and she just holds on, moving with it? She doesn’t get thrown off and Bill’s not surprised because he knows very well how strong those thighs actually are. She makes him get on it too, and then laughs until she can’t breathe when she realizes that his feet still touch the floor, even once he’s on the thing. Him giving a blank stare into her camera is one of her most favourite photos of him ever.

They stop for burgers in the wee hours of the morning, some truck stop with a flickering neon light on a dirt road. She lays on her back on the picnic table and Bill plops his basket with a burger and fries onto her stomach, eats it from there. It’s humid, sticky, the cicadas are yelling and the bullfrogs are singing and there’s bugs that tiger doesn’t even know what the fuck they are but they’re huge. She just swats lightly at them, fans her hand gently until they fly away. They talk about everything--about granny, about the Orion constellation, about life and struggles and small wins. They talk about his work, about how much more his fame has grown since they met, about how it changed him and what he worries it will be like once his next blockbuster comes out. Tiger is nothing but comfort to him in these moments--she is everything he needs and more--tells him at the root of it all, he’ll always be the same guy to her. And how they’ll get through it together. And how at the very worst--maybe they’ll just move to this very same small town, where nobody knows him and the ones who do don’t care. And anybody else? Well, she’ll fight them, too.

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Episode 104: Kindergarten Kid

“I'm smarter than your average Peridot.”

Oof. I need a break. Do you need a break? Let’s take a break.

When I was a kindergarten kid, my family had a firm policy against “commercial TV,” as in any children’s television programming that included commercials. Our house didn’t get Cartoon Network until 2003-ish regardless, but this meant pretty much everything that wasn’t PBS (and later Disney Channel, which had commercials but not for toys) was restricted to friends’ houses until I was about eight. I was born in 1990, so the ban lift came right on time for Digimon and Pokémon to debut (in that order, fight me), but until then my access to cartoons was largely limited.

So yeah, unlike others of my age group, I didn’t grow up with Rugrats or Aaahh!!! Real Monsters, and due to the continued lack of Cartoon Network I also missed out on Dexter’s Laboratory and The Powerpuff Girls until reruns in the aughts. But I did have The Tapes, and The Tapes had Looney Tunes, so I was more than satisfied.

I still remember sitting up straighter when I first realized what Kindergarten Kid was doing back in 2016. The southwestern setting is a pretty big hint from the start, but we were cleverly introduced to the area in Beta and Earthlings and aren’t primed to see the Road Runner and Coyote connection until the plot revs up. And yes, these rivals are the clearest inspiration for Peridot’s futile attempts to outsmart a faster, “dumber” foe with intricate traps. But with an exception here or there for comic relief, Messrs. Coyote and Runner are silent, while Peridot is anything but. And as much fun as it would’ve been to go full throttle and make the entire sequence silent, I’m so glad to see Raven Molisee and Paul Villeco instead have Peridot emulate another icon from the Looney Tunes roster. And no, it’s not Porky Pig.

It’s ironic, because his best work sees him fail to come out on top, but I legitimately can’t think of a better cartoon character than Daffy Duck. Like, out of all cartoons, from every country, from any time period, period. Bugs Bunny is no slouch—he follows the legacy of Loki, Anansi, Reynard, and Maui as modern America’s most notable trickster deity—but Daffy perfected an archetype that’s largely unrepresented in myths of yore, and stands head and shoulders above all other examples, including Wile E. Coyote himself (and Daffy’s fun but better-in-the-comics counterpart, Donald Duck). Aptly referred to in Babylon 5 as “an ancient Egyptian god of frustration,” Daffy evolved from a perfectly good screwball character (Daffy Doodles is the best of this era) to the embodiment of self-inflicted pain.

I’ve already compared Peridot and Ruby to the little black duck before (seriously, stop what you’re doing and watch Daffy Doodles if that weird nickname doesn’t ring a bell), but Kindergarten Kid seems to go out of its way to evoke the essence of Daffy. Wile E. Coyote’s ploys may have the same convoluted detail as the Peri-Plans we see, but going on at length about how a scheme is going to work only for it to immediately fail? That’s Daffy Duck. Puffing up in confidence at the infallibility of said plan, and having it collapse in the middle of a smug victory lap? That’s Daffy Duck. This episode pulls its pacing straight out of the Hunting Trilogy (from which we get the famous “Rabbit Season!” “Duck Season!” debate), with Steven subbing in for both Elmer Fudd and Bugs depending on who Daffy is allied with at any given time, and it’s a beautiful thing to watch.

We even get variations of classic gags to keep things fresh. It would’ve been acceptable for Peridot to slowly dismantle an injector to crush Gem Runner, only for it to not fall until she’s right beneath it. But no, she realizes the risk, takes a step back, then gets crushed by falling rocks. I still would’ve laughed if her cannon refused to fire until she stepped in front of it, launching her over the horizon. But the recoil launches her backwards, crushing her with more rocks. Rehashing the exact same classic gags would’ve been an easy way out, but the gags are classic for a reason and I would’ve appreciated the tribute; that we see actual creative changes instead brings Kindergarten Kid to even higher heights. Yes, the final plummet is directly based on Wile E. Coyote’s own falls (sadly without the sound effect), but there’s a level of innovation here that’s compelling for an episode referencing the past so vividly.

Still, the biggest difference between Kindergarten Kid and vintage Looney Tunes is that unlike Daffy or Coyote, Peridot can make a change. The episode is similar to Barn Mates, in that both are a series of sketches that show Peridot and Steven trying and failing to accomplish a goal (which is perhaps the most clinical way to describe the standard Looney Tunes short). Both episodes end with a victory for Peridot when she realizes she must rethink the core problem, but Kindergarten Kid works better by halving the number of characters that need to grow. Barn Mates is by no means bad, but it’s hard to balance the story of its two leads, so Lapis is left without much focus behind her actions. This time the opponent is something of a force of nature, so we can spend more time digging into why Peridot’s plans aren’t working.

Peridot has already changed quite a bit, but her superiority complex remains a central tenet of her personality. It’s been tempered when Steven is involved, but she still treats most other Gems as intellectual inferiors even when she gets along with them. So of course she sees outbraining a Corrupted Gem as a cakewalk, and of course Steven teaches her the error of her ways with a lesson in empathy. These are obvious story beats, but old habits die hard, and I like that Peridot still has issues with her ego despite how far she’s come as a Crystal Gem.

It’s hard to compare any voice actor to Mel Blanc, in the same way it’s hard to compare any English-speaking playwright to Shakespeare, so I’m not gonna give praise that lofty, but Shelby Rabara still nails the fury of a gremlin who's smart but thinks she’s way smarter. It’s not easy on the throat to shout this much, and in such specific nonverbal ways, but I still think her best moment is when her confident front falters, and she yells that she’s doing the best she can. She’s as angry as ever, but that glimpse of vulnerability shows that she’s not a lost cause like Coyote.

Steven also returns to old habits, focusing all his energy on helping Peridot and not mentioning his mother once. I can see how this might make Kindergarten Kid seem too flippant, but as we’ll confirm in Mindful Education, our hero is pushing down the bad feelings instead of dealing with them. I think it’s crucial to have a few episodes where he seems okay to lull us into the sense of security that his breakdown destroys, and just like Bubbled, it’s clear that his coping mechanism is putting others before himself. He never complains about the physical injuries caused by Peridot’s poor planning, instead making sure his friend is okay.

Like Log Date 7 15 2, the show leans into Peridot’s brand of comic relief to cool us down from a major event. This is an even sillier episode, to the point that the other Crystal Gems are watching it for entertainment value, but it comes after an even more harrowing Diamond reveal. And because this one has more to do with Steven, he gets more to do in the episode: he’s not reliving a Peridot montage, he’s participating in her adventure, and the episode is stronger for it.

I understand that comedy is subjective. For instance, I’m not huge on meta humor in the style of our next episode; I acknowledge that it’s done well, but it’s not for me. So I don’t expect everyone to be huge on this episode, especially if you tragically lack a childhood full of ducks getting their beaks blown off and rabbits dancing up to bulls to slap them in the face. But hopefully folks who were let down in their first viewing, expecting more drama and lore in our post-shattering reality, can give Kindergarten Kid another look, perhaps after downing some classic cartoons, and enjoy it for the outstanding love letter that it is.

(I still don’t know why she references Yogi Bear, that’s a whole other era of cartoon, but nobody’s perfect.)

If every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn’t have inconsistencies…

I know it’s absurd to nitpick unrealistic elements of such a cartoony episode, but Steven’s endless bag of marshmallows bugs me. At least it gives us another Peridot-as-raccoon reaction.

We’re the one, we’re the ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

It barely misses the cut, but boy do I love this episode. Like any great Looney Tunes short, I can watch it and laugh no matter how many times I’ve seen it; the gags are so pure that rather than getting bored of them, I now chuckle in anticipation before the hits even come.

Top Twenty

Steven and the Stevens

Hit the Diamond

Mirror Gem

Lion 3: Straight to Video

Alone Together

The Return

Jailbreak

The Answer

Sworn to the Sword

Rose’s Scabbard

Earthlings

Mr. Greg

Coach Steven

Giant Woman

Beach City Drift

Winter Forecast

Bismuth

When It Rains

Catch and Release

Chille Tid

Love ‘em

Laser Light Cannon

Bubble Buddies

Tiger Millionaire

Lion 2: The Movie

Rose’s Room

An Indirect Kiss

Ocean Gem

Space Race

Garnet’s Universe

Warp Tour

The Test

Future Vision

On the Run

Maximum Capacity

Marble Madness

Political Power

Full Disclosure

Joy Ride

Keeping It Together

We Need to Talk

Cry for Help

Keystone Motel

Back to the Barn

Steven’s Birthday

It Could’ve Been Great

Message Received

Log Date 7 15 2

Same Old World

The New Lars

Monster Reunion

Alone at Sea

Crack the Whip

Beta

Back to the Moon

Kindergarten Kid

Like ‘em

Gem Glow

Frybo

Arcade Mania

So Many Birthdays

Lars and the Cool Kids

Onion Trade

Steven the Sword Fighter

Beach Party

Monster Buddies

Keep Beach City Weird

Watermelon Steven

The Message

Open Book

Story for Steven

Shirt Club

Love Letters

Reformed

Rising Tides, Crashing Tides

Onion Friend

Historical Friction

Friend Ship

Nightmare Hospital

Too Far

Barn Mates

Steven Floats

Drop Beat Dad

Too Short to Ride

Restaurant Wars

Kiki’s Pizza Delivery Service

Greg the Babysitter

Gem Hunt

Steven vs. Amethyst

Bubbled

Enh

Cheeseburger Backpack

Together Breakfast

Cat Fingers

Serious Steven

Steven’s Lion

Joking Victim

Secret Team

Say Uncle

Super Watermelon Island

Gem Drill

No Thanks!

5. Horror Club 4. Fusion Cuisine 3. House Guest 2. Sadie’s Song 1. Island Adventure

(I’m almost happy there’s no promo art for this one, because hot damn do I love this pic from Dark Tarou.)

#kindergarten kid #steven universe #su #steven universally #review

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fdhfjdafdajfa · 6 years ago

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ok so djinn story time

i was on the bus from chandigarh to manali, with the intention of getting off at kullu. it was my first time ever seeing himachal pradesh and virtually immediately after we crossed the border i was immediately and literally moved to tears, himachal pradesh is beautiful like nothing i have ever seen. i was seated in the front row, but the two men who i was sharing it with were on the larger side, which left me an amount of seating with which one might be rightly dissatisfied.

but this is a free country and nobody really cares how you contort yourself in physical space like they do in some places. so i stand up and start hanging out by the door just watching the scenery go past. i stay that way for maybe an hour, maybe more, maybe less, it doesn’t matter, time lost its meaning. it’s a bumpy ride too because cars in india don’t have shock absorbers which i’m pretty much used to by now. so I’m grabbinbg onto stuff constantly, going up and down the stairs depending on what at any given moment seems least likely to send me flying to the floor or out the window. if you’ve ever driven through colorado imagine that but on a mechanical bull

now i am making this experience seem very chaotic but i was completely at peace with it and having the time of my life, but at one point the bus pulls over somewhere to let someone off, i have to step back from the door and that’s when this old man (A DJINN) tells me just, “sit here”. i am hesitant at first because again i am having the time of my life, but also it’s like 11:30 and i’m pretty tired. so I do. at one point he literally like picks me up and plops me down next to her but not in a creepy man-on-the-bus-touching-me way just in a i’m-literally-falling-over-and-you-have-minor-control-over-gravity-probably kind of way

the seat he wanted me to sit at was not next to him, but he was seated next to a girl who was seated next to an empty window seat. i sit on the window seat and the girl lays her head against me and falls asleep and I signify my consent to this by leaning my head in close to hers. i doze off. by the time i wake up the old man is gone, which I don’t really take note of because i’m negotiating sleeping positions with an unfathomably cute girl who i’m still sharing a hotel room with a week later, bye

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Country Music and Tequila

Some nights you just make poor choices. Most nights I make poor choices, when tequila is involved. Whether you want it or not l, the inevitable will find a way to catch up with you, especially when aided by alcohol. This is a story about a night where, by the grace of satan himself, I found myself headed to a friends house with a flannel and boots in my passengers seat. I sat in traffic with knots in my stomach thinking of all the times our plans had fallen through. Maybe that was for the best. But tonight was a perfect storm and everything came together, against our better judgement. A and I always had a habit of harmless flirting, but harmless flirting is all fun and games until it isn’t. Over the year and some change that we’d known each other we had experienced a wide range of emotions toward one another. I’d liked him and from what I can gather, his primary feelings toward me were lust and a little bit of guilt. In recent weeks we had been more verbally expressive of our flirtatious feelings but action was not an option so for the most part he avoided me and I pretended I didn’t notice or care. On this particular evening when I arrived at his house, I realized I had never been inside, and there were many reasons for this:

1) Due to the nature of how we met, I was just more or less a dirty little secret he had rather than a friend.

2) I’m assuming, because of reason one, I’d never met any of his family.

3) He lacked the ability to make a clean break from an ex girlfriend who hated me.

She was younger and very possessive and to her, any female friend was a threat. Considering the history of our friendship, that was fair in my case. But she didn’t know that. She would rather he be miserable and alone than have any contact with the women in his life and sometimes it felt like I was public enemy number one. The humor in it was that she had no idea who I was. We had even met face to face at my place of work and she failed to identify me as A’s forbidden friend. Regardless of her cluelessness, meeting her still gave me overwhelming anxiety. Lord know what she would have said or done if she’d known who I was.

For all the reasons listed above and maybe some more, the idea of entering A’s house had my stomach flipping. It felt like a step in the wrong direction. Maybe I was ok with not being so close to his life. It was too late now, as the next thing I knew I was moving toward the door and opening it into a room with a hand full of people and some country music playing. He had instructed me to just come in when I arrived and that was something I simply wasn’t comfortable with in any situation, so I was relieved when one of the first things I saw was his smiling face. As out of my element as I was, it made me feel better knowing that he was happy to see me. He hugged me hello and looked me up and down. It was then I remembered I had not changed since leaving work so I was still dressed head to toe in black and white stripes and chunky boots. He lent me his bathroom to change into something more appropriate for the bar we were planning on heading to and as I put on my new outfit I felt just a little more comfortable. My biggest worry at the moment was making friends with the group of people I’d never met in the kitchen. When I was finished I was offered shots and graciously declined, as I didn’t want my first impression on these people to be one of me spitting up a vodka shot onto the kitchen counter. It was surreal being in the house because the only time I’d seen it before now had been in Snapchat’s over the year we’d known each other.

Once everyone had had their fill of pregame shots we piled into some cars and were off to the bar. I felt a little better once we were on the way but the bar we were headed to was somewhere I’d never been. Country music and mechanical bull riding aren’t generally in my wheelhouse of likes or enjoyable activities.

We arrived and went inside. Once we were seated a bucket of beers was placed before us on the table, enter B. B is A’s brother and as previously specified, a family member I’d never met. I was introduced as a friend that A met through his time around the local ice rink and that was that. B took a friendly liking to me after that and made sure I was never without a drink in my hand, which I am eternally grateful for. After the first round a group of B’s friends showed up, a group nobody else knew. They joined in on the drinks but didn’t do much talking with anyone but B. A handful of them would look some of the girls up and down but I didn’t worry too much. A and I eventually split from the group, we watched some bull riding and did some bull riding ourselves. We ate snacks. We ran into people he knew. And eventually we ended up taking a shot or two. After more margaritas than I can remember and a shot B slipped another drink in my hand, at which point A made the executive decision that I was cut off. I didn’t object. For the next little while I danced with some girls I’d never met and he talked to an acquaintance from school. At some point it came to our attention that the rest of our group wasn’t even at the bar anymore so he called an Uber and we rode back to his place where there was a decent sized party starting.

It was simultaneously as we walked through the front door that A received something along the lines of his 20th call of the night from his ex. It came to my attention that she had been calling all night. He didn’t seem too shaken so I didn’t let myself dwell on it.

The inside of the house was filled with twice the number of people we had started the night with and things were getting fun. Drinking, cocaine, and a hot tub were all contributing to the ultimate party atmosphere that seemed to encapsulate all of us. The initial group we went to the bar with, the guys who showed up later, and a handful of people that were new to me stood in the living room and kitchen, spilling out the back door. One of the late arrivals at the bar was staring me down from across the room but as drunk as I was, I simply didn’t care. I partook in the party favors as much as I felt comfortable and before I knew it, it was well after 1 AM. I stood still in the middle of the living room to try to recall all the steps that had brought me to that point and find the time I had seemingly lost. At that moment I became very aware that someone was in my personal space bubble. I zoned back into reality to realize it was the guy who had been staring at me when we first arrived back at the house. Without missing a beat he very directly and abruptly said “Yo. You’re gorgeous. Can I eat you out?” What the hell? Is this real life? I very uncomfortably gave him a faint “No” as a reply. “Why not? You’re hot. You should let me.” My body tensed up harder and faster than it ever had before. I needed him to get the FUCK away from me but I was too afraid of confrontation to make that known to anyone outside of my head.

After what felt like an eternity of him making unbroken eye contact with me, I felt a hand around my waist. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned, and to my relief, it was A. My knight in worn out flannel. Hand on my hip and a no messing around look on his face, a very clear message was sent. “This your girl?” the strange pushy man asked. A did nothing but give a firm nod and my pursuer backed off. He continued to look at me like a piece of meat as he backed away slowly but eventually left me alone. I had never been more thankful for A in my life. I don’t think I ever got a chance to express my gratitude verbally before shit hit the fan.

Without warning, A dashed out the front door. “What the fuck? Where is he going in such a hurry, it’s 2 AM?” I thought to myself. B quickly cleared up my confusion. Since he wasn’t answering her calls, A’s ex took it upon herself to crash the party and was right outside. B gave me his sweatshirt and slipped me into the back yard where I ducked down. I found myself shaking from a combination of the October cold, being splashed with hot tub water by wanna be frat boys, and the onset of a panic attack. At some point, B must have realized I was more nervous than the situation called for and wanted answers. He asked me what was going on and if I was ok. I explained to him why A’s ex had every reason to hate me and why I feared her and why A feared her knowing I was there.

B usually isn’t the one to turn to for emotional comfort but in that moment he knew exactly what to do. Their home had been added to a few years prior and due to this there was a whole section of the house that hid behind a padlocked door in the last room of the hallway. Behind it was two bedrooms, a bathroom, and an entire man cave. It was like walking through a secret passageway. I curled up in one of the beds and this is where I rode out the majority of my panic attack. Through the all too thin walls I could hear some screaming and sounds of an altercation, but I had no way of knowing if this was the party or A and his ex having a verbal joust.

Time moved slowly and all too quickly at the same time. 2 gave way to 3, and shortly after 3 I could hear someone opening the padlocked door. I feared that she knew I was here. As footsteps approached the door to the room I was in, my stomach sank and I felt sick. I believe now that I may have just been too Intoxicated for my own good and those fears were irrational, but I was scared none the less. My fears immediately dissipated when I saw A walk through the door, frazzled but alone. He was covered head to toe in something sticky and faintly red. She had thrown his own concoction of rockstar energy drink and vodka on him in her fit of rage.

He seemed just as relieved to be in that room as I did because after that all we did was talk until we were both calm enough to go to bed. I asked if he wanted to stay in the room with me because his own bed was covered in sugary drink and alcohol. He took me up on my offer. He made himself comfortable, slipping off his pants and shirt. It was his own house, who as I to tell him he couldn’t sleep comfortably. I laid next to him in my leggings and his brothers sweatshirt. At some point he turned on his side and put his hand around my waist. I hadn’t noticed earlier but I definitely noticed then the sexual charge behind his touch. He whispered something in my ear. He been thinking about something I said recently. Something flirty and insignificant but something that was enough to make both of us feel an urge to act. I was so charged with emotions and alcohol and sexual energy that I turned my self completely around and kissed him. I was feeling a need to be closer to him, one that a kiss wasn’t satisfying. I think at that point we both knew there was no stopping and we stripped off the remainder of the clothes we had on and had sex there in what I had been calling my fortress. All the tension in my body from the rest of the night vanished and I felt safe. I felt taken care of. I felt like I was impervious to consequences.

The rest of that sequence is a blue but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that at very least, the night had our version of a happy ending. Even aside from sexual chemistry, A was important to me so the whole experience only brought us closer together in my opinion. I knew I could always count on him when I really truly needed it.

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The Perfect Storm Chapter 5 (Jensen x Reader)

Title: The Perfect Storm

Summary: Jensen Ackles just wanted his ex wife to sign the divorce papers before he married Danneel. He didn't want roped back into the storm chaser life. But once a storm chaser, always a storm chaser. Based off the movie Twister (RIP Bill Paxton)

AN: The lyrics for this chapter are “Back to December” by Taylor Swift.

So this is me swallowing my pride Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time

Jensen snapped the radio off with a sigh. Danneel set in the backseat, snapping at her gum. (Y/n) set shotgun, her bag resting by her feet. Jensen drove the truck, leading the convoy of chasers. He had been in lots of awkward situations in his lifetime; locked out of his dorm by an ex with no clothes on, getting drunk with Jared at that bar and riding the mechanical bull like he was born to do it, being caught in the backseat of his car with (Y/n) by her dad. But this, this had to top it on the scale of most awkward situations that he had ever been in.

“Hey boss, come in?” Jared’s voice came across the CB. Jensen and (y/n) both reached for the mic at the same time.

“Oh, go ahead.” Jensen said. (Y/n) shrugged.

“It’s your truck though.” She told back. He shook his head.

“No, you’re their leader.” He said. She smirked and picked up the mic, talking to Jared and Felicia about where they were heading. Danneel listened in.

“Wait a minute,” Danneel said, listening to (y/n). “Battle zone? Jen, sweetheart, what are we doing?”

“We’re going again.” Jensen explained. Danneel’s eyes widened.

“Again?!” She called out. “But you almost got yourself killed the last time!” Jensen had to chuckle a little bit.

“Sweetie, I’ve been through a whole hell of a lot worse than that back there.” He said. “It’ll be okay. Close calls are in the job description.”

“But this isn’t your job anymore.” Danneel said softly to Jensen. (Y/n) glanced over at them while continuing the game plan conversation with the others in the team. She leaned over and looked at Jensen’s speedometer, signing when she saw how fast they were going.

“What?” Jensen asked. (Y/n) shrugged.

“Nothing.” She said. Jensen gritted his teeth and pressed down on the accelerator. (Y/n) smiled some, until she looked out Jensen’s window. Her smile fell. “Don’t look now, but your BFF is here.” She said. Jensen gripped the steering wheel tighter. Jensen looked out his window for a second, seeing Stephen looking back over at him. Jensen smirks and waves before holding up his middle finger. Then, he slammed on his breaks.

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) asked. Jensen looked up at the sky.

“Look at it. It’s going to shift.” Jensen explained. (Y/n) scanned the sky too.

“Are you sure?” She asked, but she knew very well that Jensen was very rarely wrong about things like this.

“Yes I’m sure. It’s a sidewinder.” Jensen explained. Danneel looked at both of them.

“Isn’t that a bad thing?” Danneel asked. (Y/n) was about to explain it to her, but Jensen decided to interrupt her before she could be rude to Danneel.

“Wasn’t there a road back there?” Jensen asked. (Y/n) nodded, a smiling pulling back on her face.

“Go!” She said. Jensen gunned it, doing a U-turn, and heading back to the other road. The rest of the crew followed them while Stephen’s set out on the same path. That’s when Danneel’s phone rang.

“Hey Sam, now’s not a good time.” She said. (Y/n) heard a man talking on the other end for a bit. “They’re not judging you on the size of your penis…well maybe for that specific scene they are but…” (Y/n) looked over at Jensen.

“Don’t ask.” HE sighed. “I don’t even know.” (Y/n) nodded and focused on the job at hand while Danneel talked to her client in the background.

****

“About four miles down, take a right.” Stephen told Tom as he sped along. “We can deploy D.O.T and be home for dinner.” He laughed. Tom nodded, but saw as the tornado took a hard turn left. Just like Jensen had said it would.

“Uh, Doctor Amell…” Tom said. Stephen looked up, his eyes widening.

“It’s shifting?! What the fuck?!” Stephen yelled out. “Grant! I thought you told me this was staying on the same course!” He shouted into his mic at one of the other guys in one of the SUV’s behind him.

“Looks like they’re going to intercept.” Tom pointed out. Stephen looked over to see Jensen and (y/n) heading straight for it.

“Damn it! Ackles!” He called out.

****

“Jim, what are we getting into?” (Y/n) asked into the mic. Jim was towards the back of the convoy. He was watching the satellites, keeping track of everything.

“Looks like a F2, possible F3 heading south by southeast. It’s on the ground, we need to act now.” Jim explained. (Y/n) nodded. Danneel managed to get her client off the phone so she could pay more attention to what was going on.

“(Y/n), it’s a barn burner!” Jared called into the CB. Danneel raised an eyebrow. “It’s not going to hang out long!”

“We see it! We’ve got this.” (Y/n) said. Jensen took the mic then.

“We’re getting hit hard. You guys stay back until it’s over.” Jensen said. (Y/n) nodded in agreement. She saw a camera sitting on the console in the middle of the truck. She grabbed it and looked at it.

“Is this good to go?” She asked. Jensen glanced over at it.

“Sure. Knock yourself out.” HE said. (Y/n) nodded and went to take a picture of the tornado.

“Jen,” She said softly. “Rain bands.” He looked out his window to see the rain was horizontal from the wind and power of the tornado. Jensen drove them onto a bridge, the wind hitting them from all sides. “We’re in the core…” She whispered. Danneel looked over at Jensen, but she knew better than to say anything right then. She didn’t want to distract them.

“Look!” Jensen said, pointing out over the water where the tornado was splitting into two. “Sisters!”

“Shit.” (Y/n) mumbled. She lifted the camera and started taking pictures as Danneel’s phone rang again.

“Dean, I can’t talk to you right now.” Danneel said, eyes glued to the twin tornadoes in front of her. He was rambling on about something. “I know you’re upset but you need to breathe.” She told him, but mainly so she could see herself doing it. That’s when something flew by them, making them all stay silent, eyes opened wide, mouths hanging open.

“Cow.” (Y/n) said, not sure if she had actually seen it right.

“Uh, I gotta go Dean. We’ve got cows.” Danneel said, hanging up on the confused actor. The cow flew by again, this time accompanied by other pieces of debris.

“Another cow.” (Y/n) said. Jensen watched the cow with amazement.

“I think that’s the same cow sweetie.” He said, nobody really catching what he called (y/n). He looked at the road out ahead of them. “We have no path. We’re sitting ducks.” He told (y/n).

“We have to get out of here Jen.” (Y/n) said.

“I’m trying!” Jensen said as the rain hit them harder.

“Floor it!” (Y/n) called out.

“Hold on to something!” Jensen said as he hit the gas hard. When the truck started to spin, Jensen hit the brakes, causing it to fishtail. Danneel screamed and held onto the seats in front of her. Jensen held the steering wheel, (y/n) held the dash. Danneel squeezed her eyes closed, thinking it was the end for them. And then it stopped. (Y/n) and Jensen looked at each other when the tornadoes disappeared back into the sky.

“Oh my god!” (Y/n) said excitedly. Jensen smiled and pulled her into a bone crushing hug, a big smile on his face.

“That was incredible!” HE said, pulling back and looking into (y/n)’s eyes with a big smile on his face. Jensen then turned to look in the backseat where Danneel was climbing out. He jumped out of the truck and pulled her to him. “Oh honey, are you okay?” He asked. (Y/n) climbed out of the truck, watching the sky. She heard Jared’s music playing then as the team pulled up behind them. (Y/n) turned around and smiled at everyone.

“Did you see that?!” She yelled out. Jared ran over and hugged her.

“That was wicked!” He called out. “My god!”

“I was in the middle of it!” She said excited. Danneel was clinging to Jensen, but watched as the crew rallied around (y/n), giving her hugs and high fives. Danneel looked up at Jensen.

“It’s okay sweetie. It’s all okay.” HE said, rubbing her back. She nodded slowly.

“So, I was thinking that it might be a good idea to get out of here.” Colin said. “There’s a whole hell of a lot of tornadoes that are going to hit today…”

“We can’t just leave!” (Y/n) said. “We just saw the beginning of it.”

“And the rest of us couldn’t help but notice how close we are to Wakita.” Felicia added.

“No!” (Y/n) called out, making Jensen and Danneel looking over.

“I don’t think Aunt Meg would mind if we stopped by and said hi. Maybe sampled some of the newest things her butcher has made up for her.” Jake said. (Y/n) shook her head.

“No!”

“But…food.” Jared said. (Y/n) shook her head.

“Food!” The crew called out. “Food!”

“We are not invading my aunt! She can’t afford to feed Jay, let alone all of us!”

“Food! Food!” The chant kept going.

“No! Absolutely not!” (Y/n) said, turning to look at Jensen. Jensen just gave her the same smile she gave him before she took over his truck. “No!”

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Jane the Flirt: Chapter 59 Recap & Review #JaneTheVirgin

Love is in the air in the Villanueva household. Abuela is seeing her Boo-Thang Jorge in breakfast foods and Jane has a flirty blue dress on. Xiomara is feeling low about her break up with Bruce but since the writers did everything but sew Xiomara and Rogelio together with industrial strength thread last episode, I’m pretty sure Xo won’t be single long. What’s up with the Latin Lover Narrator’s intro tease about Jane’s three loves: Michael, Rafael and somebody we don’t know? Still, it’s been 3 years, six months and 42 days since Michael died (yawn) so let’s let Jane see some action, shall we?

Mateo, who has a lot of demands for a four year old with no job, wants his yellow raincoat for show and tell, but can’t find it. Jane figures he left it at his daddy’s house so she hightails it over to Rafael’s to pick it up. Rafael’s house…hm….what’s going on in Rafael’s house? RAFAEL IS IN BED WITH PETRA! They try to play it off like a one-time thing because they were just drunk and vulnerable, but , come on, the way Raf scooped Petra up and as she coiled her legs around his narrow, but powerful waist…whew, lawd. And they did it THREE TIMES Jane finds Petra in the closet like she’s in the middle of an R. Kelly song!

Petra does the walk of shame to her office and Detectives Dennis and Dana are waiting for her. They know —OMG, CHRIS ALLEN LIKED A PRO-DETECTIVE DENNIS TWEET OF MINE ON TWITTER *swoon*— that Petra moved the bones. They offer her a deal in exchange for telling them Anezka’s whereabouts. Petra swears she hasn’t talked to her sister in three years. Sexy Detective Dennis tells Petra to handle it.

Xo is keeping her break up from Rogelio, who’s focused on his screen-test for his new telenovela, Los Viajes de Guillermo. Ro just needs to get out of his De La Vega Factor Factor contract, only Bruce isn’t really in the mood to talk to Ro. The deal is shaping up to be everything Ro wants, but he needs to talk to Bruce to make sure everything is ok.

At Mateo’s school, Jane thinks Alex the Aide is hitting on her but she’s wrong. Awkward! Alex tells Jane he is not interested in her at all and hobbles off in front of Rafael. Awkwarder! Rafael takes Jane out to get her flirt on at the Marbella. Turns out Rafael’s flirting radar is a little off because he thinks Petra is sweating him after their night of sexing. (Like Petra needs Rafael. Rafael oughta feel blessed and highly favored that Petra slept with him).

Jane, Raf, and Petra make the oddest threesome ever and go to the Fairwick to help Jane get her groove back. Raf thinks Petra’s putting moves on him, but she’s just trying to make Chuck jealous. Jane flirts with a cute Ryan Gosling-type but then discovers a dead husband is the exact opposite of an aphrodisiac. Rafael and Petra are dancing on that fine line between lovers and friends and Rafael’s about to cross it. Nobody gets laid and the three of them make the #WalkofLame back home.

Jane and Detective Dennis are kicking it at the gym. DENNIS BROKE UP WITH HIS FIANCE BECAUSE SHE CHEATED ON HIM! DENNIS IS FREE! DETECTIVE DENNIS IS FREE! Did I mention he liked my tweet? (Let me just say, I low-key stalked Chris Allen on the ‘gram and he is a family man and a man of faith, so I will put a stop to the covetousness in my heart.) (I will try.) DENNIS ASKS JANE OUT! I totally loved the text-drama between the two of them; that’s just how it is when you’re texting someone you like but don’t know if they’re interested.

Xo and Bruce sort their things, and Bruce tells Xo he is not going to jump every time Rogelio calls texts and tweets. That’s right, Richard Chivara, go on to your new show on CBS, Mission Control. When Ro, Xo, and Bruce all go to court together, Bruce spills the beans about his break up with Xo and resigns from Ro’s case. But Ro needs to be finished with this drama now. Xo confesses she loves Ro and they kiss.

KRISHNA IS GAY! #PETRA&KRISHNA #LOVEISLOVE!

Jorge and Alba and Jane and Dennis all wind up at mini-golf together. Jorge and Alba hide from Jane and get caught making out in the cave behind the mini-golf Eiffel Tower. I love the way Alba says “mini-golf.” Jorge knows he should have taken her somewhere else. DETECTIVE DENNIS HELPS JANE WITH HER MINI-GOLF STANCE. Chile, he turns mini-golf into the karma-sutra! Jane runs to the bathroom. Jane calls Raf from the bathroom. Raf advises Jane to just tell Dennis. Dennis and Jane are so cute and perfect for each other. DENNIS GOES BACK TO CHEATING-ASS LINDSEY?!

Petra tries to win Chuck back by riding the bull and knocks her tooth out. YAEL GROBGLAS PEOPLE! Back at the Mirabella, Rafael tells Petra she looks cute with a missing tooth and his heart glows. Be careful Rafael, GLOWING HEARTS STOP BEATING ON THIS SHOW. Chuck shows up and puts the kibosh on that.

PETRA CONTACTED ANEZKA! She told Anezka to go dark and promised to put money in her account. Dennis and Dana snooped on that communication like a Russian at the DNC.

ABUELA GOT SOME?! Claro que no! But she wanted it.

And just like that, Xo and Ro are back together. Having sweaty car sex. Ro owes a ton of money, but he’s happy because he’s back with Xo. That’s good because his new co-star is oiled, shirtless and younger than Ro. I lol’d when Fabian came out and Ro was like, “Whaa?”

THEN JANE’S VAGINA GLOWED! Because she saw Fabian.

Wow.

I’m going to give this episode an 8 (if Jane had nailed Dennis, it would have been a 9). There was freshness to this episode; we finally got to new territory. We’ve never seen Alba in love or Rafael pining for someone other than Jane. Jane’s first date of her widowhood felt awkward and right and it was perfect that it was with someone who cared about Michael. The writers handled this well and I'm ready to move on with Jane. ALSO, PETRA ON A MECHANICAL BULL.

Maybe next week, Jane will get to ride.