#and my only saving grace was sam who was a year above me in hs

[oetscop]

anyway reporting her to HR for refusing to use mine and another employees pronouns if she pulls this bullshit tomorrow ^_^

its so bizarre that the only people who gender me correctly and only rarely slip up are men and the ones who just refuse to even TRY are women.

[lanamemories2]

rides onto the dash nude n on horseback like this pic of sam way. oh fancy seeing u here.......... im impeccably tensed our entire exchange. buns like steel cld crack a nut open between them. i’m nai n it’s so nice to meet u all!!!! i’m one of the admins here (josefine frida pettersen on the main) n i’m so Excited 2 get things going........... some facts abt me r i sometimes hv a witch’s cackle, i once drunkenly swung frm a tree branch pretending to b tarzan n fell n grass stained my fav jeans at 4 in the morning n i lov spicy food despite the fact it mkes me sweat like a hog in the sun. more abt lana under the cut!!! also like this or hmu if u wna plot n her pinterest is here n playlist is here 👺🌚

「kristine froseth & cis-female」⇾ jameson , lana, the junior radcliffe student’s records show that she is a gemini and 22 years old. she is studying dance, living in off campus and can be vivacious, passionate, childish & impulsive. when i see her i am reminded of stepping out in the cold wearing just a red slip, lipstick on a stranger’s throat, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’. ⇽「nai & 23 & gmt & she/her.」

AESTHETICS:

scalding your fingers in shower water until they glow like rudolph’s nose, cherry red gym socks tugged high and nothing else, stepping out in the cold wearing just a red slip, an origami swan made from an old receipt, tickling a stranger’s chin with the end of a feather boa, crowning each finger with a miniature raspberry, hugging a knee close to lick a stripe of fruit juice off a bruise there, doodling penises in the condensation of a car window, a water pistol topped with rum and covered in glittery pin-up stickers, believable smiles that feel more like baring teeth, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’, prancing around in your underwear to a vinyl record with the curtains open.

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. albums framed on the walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i summarised it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”, not that u wld know from all of the gardener’s pruning

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. (drugs/addiction tw) they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast. very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation/delusion tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her PBJs so they lkd like teddy bears (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents / a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving like pretty besides herself bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in n out of hospital n he turned to using as a way to cope so it’s been a rly bumpy road since. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Pretty Gorl

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr hookups even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. the risk is honestly part of the appeal to her sometimes she’s :////// quite self destructive n jst likes a thrill to mke her feel Alive. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

(violence tw) she’s had.................... SCH a bad history dating wise. she almost always dates fking.... actual beasts like i jst wna gently shake her by the shoulders sometimes bt :////////////// one of her recent exes is in prison aftr he beat up someone she’d slept w in front of her like she jst. has had a very Not Sexy time w romance...... she hd to b a witness in the trial abt it n he ws found guilty n sent down so it ws like Intense n a gd example of the kinds of disastrous relationships she gets herself into. perks of being a wallflower voice: We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve.

this past summer she gt a job at a burlesque club in downtown lovell!!! it honestly is her dream job like. dancing? being sexy? fav hobbies................. most delicious pastimes... 10/10 ideal fr her............... she almost started working at a coyote ugly bar bt this one won her over. she usually jets off to some foreign country n has a rly exotic n action packed summer bt i think she wldv just been working local there fr this one to b close to her brother (the rehab he’s at is close like a 40 min drive so!). she’s also moved into a big lofty apartment w 3 roommates tht’s above a chinese take out w lots of lanterns hung outside. the street? scott street......................... tribute to mizz phoebe bridgers hunger games salutes to the sky so it travels 2 her............. she gt a red heart shaped bath tub installed which hs always been her dream so honestly the summer hs been pretty gd to her....... five stars on yelp she deserves Some happiness once in a while

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones

growing up lana was always a HUGE social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget (cld b a gd or bad thing depends on ur Stance...... she can be a lot tho frankly). very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once.

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring act tht femme fatales wear in movies sometimes. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as or the person she feels ppl want her to be. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

always the last one awake at the party. jst doesn’t seem to hv.... an off switch. every1 else cld b passed out at 6am n she’d still b swaying around to sunday morning by the velvet underground in her underwear drinking frm a bottle of merlot

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. she’s tht tumblr post tht’s like flirting will b ur hubris n the reply is like kind of sexy of u to say so................ SO confident cld talk to anyone. makes a joke out of anything. tends to laugh when she feels like crying. even if she DOES cry she’ll smile thru it like it isn’t happening she jst.... doesn’t like to b negative ever if she cn help it

she’s amassed a weird collection of like... Things various ppl she’s known hv made abt her. this guy she ws friends w wrote a song abt her n performed it at a gig she went to without telling her in advance. it ws rly dramatic he sang it n looked at her the whole time n she ws jst a bit like.... omg.... lmfao............... she’s also hd various paintings done of her. i honestly dnt even rly kno hw it happens she jst has a personality where she..... leaves an impression like a lipstick print on a white shirt w some ppl.................. she’s like tht tumblr post where someone arrives at a poetry reading n is like hi yes........ where do the muses sit? except she isn’t rly.... obnoxious abt it she jst shrugs n is like.......... oh that........... KJHSFKHGSFKGHSFKGSFHGK. it’s a charmed life fr some

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops.

PLOTS:

exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. whips her in the town square like gale

mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her??? chaos. anguish. strife. 

someone tht works at the burlesque club in downtown lovell w her!!!!! as like a bartender or another dancer or security or................... whtvr honestly. hvn’t worked out a name fr the club yet bt i think it cld b a fun setting to write stuff in n there cld b lots to build off there!!

a cousin plot cld b fun too

her n freya nilsen run smthn called Dick Sisters Inc......... they hv a twitter fr it n everything.... n a hq based in one of the abandoned dorms in the leach building.... lots of inflatable furniture disco balls.............. lana even gt replica airplane seats so they cn sit n b served drinks by this guy tht runs errands fr them who they call bucket....... they bsically like. set ppl up n help ppl get laid it’s a matchmaking service of sorts.......... started as a joke bt nw it’s genuinely become quite a profitable business w word spreading all over campus........ ugh entrepreneurial icons... anyway mayb ur chara cld come to lana fr Dick Sisters assistance......... mayb they’v come to them in the past......... 

a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other.

someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh

briefly did camgirl stuff on an independent bt up n coming porn site....... titters.......... mayb ur muse used a pseudonym n recognises lana frm it bt is too embarrassed to admit they were subscribed............ mayb they happened upon her on there once n nw r jst like. what do i do w this knowledge. idk cld b fun to work around perhaps

an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool)

someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label

someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all i won’t lie to u. relentless.....

umm a good influence too mayb?

honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days. mayb even one of the high profile kids she grew up hangin w idk. world’s our oyster fellas!

[pherryt]

I can’t help myself so I’m sending you yet another prompt: Dean lives with his brother Sam and his parents in a Christian conservative community . He wants to his last year of HS to go smoothly and the last thing he wants is to fall in love with a boy. Especially when the boy is his best friend Cas. After party he and Cas end up sleeping together but Cas distances himself from Dean and dates their friend Meg. I understand you’re busy but I don’t how long it take to complete this :)

Okay, I think this is actually gonna wind up as a multi-part story if anyone’s interested. (I’ve already got some thoughts on where i want this to go)

The first part has almost everything you wanted.Word Count: 2212

WARNING: Vaguely Not Safe For Work (near the end)

And of course, there is angst.

Dean hated it here. The only thing that made it bearable was hisbest friend, Cas. Together they made plan after plan over the years, of justhow to get out of there, refining it more and more the older they got.

Nowthey were in their senior year – almost old enough to strike out on their ownlegally, but neither Dean nor Cas held out much hope that they’d get outunscathed.

“Hair,Dean, hair!” Cas ranted one afternoon. He lay on his back with his feet proppedagainst the wall of their old treehouse. It was really too small for them, butthey squeezed in anyway, the only privacy they could find and trust these days.“How does hair lead to sin? So what if I want to grow it?Or…or…turn it blue? How does that lead me to hell? Is it really comparable tobeing a murderer? Seriously?”

Deannodded absently. Cas was really preaching to the choir. Literally. Dean hadbeen volunteered as a child to sing every Sunday in church. When he wassmall, he’d been proud to do it, happy that he could do something that made hismom so happy. Now Mary was gone, and no one would tell him what had happened toher and if he wanted to leave the church choir, he would risk the wrath of JohnWinchester falling upon his head.

Itwas better to let it go and not cause ripples or any type of suspicion to fallon him. Not when they were so close. Not when John already looked at him indisappointment, though for what, Dean had no idea (he suspected though, but hewouldn’t admit it to himself so he refused to think of it).

“Dadtold Sammy not to associate with Max or Alicia yesterday.”

“You’renext door neighbors? Why not? They’re some of the nicest kids around!” Casdropped his feet and twisted to sit upright, crossing his feet elegantlybeneath him.

Deantried not to watch, knowing he would only wind up staring at how fluidly hisbest friend moved. He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, ignoring thebutterflies in his stomach.

Hecouldn’t afford to let the butterflies have their way.

Forone, he had no idea how Cas would react if Dean acted upon them. The communityin which they lived was so religiously conservative, there was no way to get aread on who – if anyone – would be accepting of such thoughts. And if Caswasn’t okay with it, he’d lose his best friend. And for another thing, theywere just so close to getting out, that even if Caswas okay with the things Dean tried not to feel for him, they couldn’t risk theplan.

Deanwas counting on getting the Impala as his graduation present. Once it was his,free and clear…he’d pack up Cas and their meager savings and book it out oftheir so fast, their parents wouldn’t know what hit them.

Heonly felt guilty he couldn’t take Sam with them.

“Uh…becauseMax is giving Sam ‘ideas’. He told Sammy about…” Dean couldn’t help but lookaround and lower his voice, “Same sexcouples. Not only that, but people who changed their genders or, or, hadrelationships with 2 or more people at the same time!” Casleaned in as Dean’s voice dropped even further.

“Wow…”Cas breathed. “People who just…change their genders?” His eyes grew wide. “Howis that even possible?”

“Ihave no idea, man! It’s crazy, right?”

“Isee why your dad freaked. You know how Pastor Zachariah says we’re all supposedto ‘be happy with the way god made us’.”

“PastorZachariah creeps me out,” Dean shuddered.

“Metoo,” Cas agreed.

Theyfroze as they both heard a noise below them and their eyes darted franticallyover to the ladder, then the window. Dean edged towards the ladder while Casshifted just enough to crane his head and look out the little window.

Theywaited a few, long minutes, afraid to talk, afraid to even breathe, but theyheard nothing more and they didn’t see anything or anybody either. Finally,with a nod and a sense of relief, the two of them went back to talking.

“So,I heard Balthazar was throwing a party tomorrow night. Apparently, UncleZach’s gonna be outta town, so, he’s got run of the house. Wanna go?” Deanasked.

“Sure,as long as the pastor isn’t going to be there. You know how Balthazar’s is. Hetoes the line between what’s allowed and…how he hasn’t gotten into trouble yet,I don’t even know.” Cas shifted, keeping his eye on the window but lettinghimself get more comfortable.

Deanshrugged. “Must pay to be family to the Pastor. Means your above suspicion. Orif the rest of the town suspects, they’re afraid to tattle. He’s got a nastytemper. You should have seen how he ripped into Kevin last week because he camein too early. Kid was bawling…”

“Nothanks. So, what’s Balthazar’s cover story?” Cas asked.

“Hmm…Ithink it was an all-night prayer meeting.” Everyone knew it wasn’t, except forthe adults, somehow. It couldn’t possibly last but Cas and Dean and so many ofthe other kids needed some sort of relief valve from the pressures of theirparents and their community.

“Meaning,we can crash there?”

“Yup,”Dean nodded with a grin.

Casgrinned back. “I’ll pack my sleeping bag.”

Aspredicted, neither Cas’s parents, nor Dean’s dad had any problem with the twoof them running off to Balthazar’s ‘prayer meeting’. With barely containedexcitement, Dean drove to Cas’s house to pick him up in the Impala and then thetwo of them drove across town to the more secluded estate of the Pastor.Balthazar was an orphan, and his uncle had taken him in to be raised alongsidehis own children. But tonight, it was only going to be housing Balthazar andthe few people he’d trusted to invite to the type of party he’d been planning.

Notthat Cas or Dean knew exactly what Balthazar was planning, butanything had to be better than being under the constant scrutiny of the wholetown.

Theyweren’t wrong.

Themusic was loud, when they arrived, and the beat was so different than anythingDean had ever heard before. It made his body sing and want to move. The thingschurch music was supposed to make him want to do. By the way Cas seemed tovibrate beside him, his best friend was feeling it too.

Theparty – for all its noise – was small, as Balthazar had promised. The three ofthem, Ash and Victor, Benny, Garth, Jesse and Gabriel, made up the entireparty. 9 people all in all, and all of them boys because girls would never havebeen allowed to go to a house full of teenage boys with no adult supervision.What if they mingled and they fell to temptation?

Dean nearly snorted at that because he wasn’t even interested in– nope. Not going there.

“So, what’s the plan?” Dean asked, trying to force his brain tofocus on something other than Cas, his blue eyes, his lips, his smile, hislaugh, his everything. It wasn’tworking. It was getting harder and harder for Dean to not think about Cas, about his best friend. About how he wanted toshare everything with him.

Balthazar held up a bottle proudly. “I raided Uncle Zach’s stashfor some alcohol, and Gabriel snuck over some porn and we’ve got some killertunes on. What do y’all want to do first?”

“I hate to be the one to point it out, but that’s a ginger alebottle, Bathy.” Ash spoke up and the others breathed out in relief. They’d allbeen thinking it.

“Exactly!” Balthazar pointed at Ash and grinned. “Uncle Zach won’tmiss it because he thinks I broke and spilled it. I have no idea what it is,but it’s as close in color to the ginger ale I could get so he wouldn’t get suspicious.”

“Clever,” Victor noted. The rest agreed.

“Great! Then I’ll be your bartender tonight. Gabriel! Get the pornready! We’re gonna party in style!” Balthazar shouted, racing back for thekitchen.

The rest of the boys laughed, Dean and Cas exchanging bemusedlooks. Dean, at least, was a little nervous. Just one of the things at this party could get them all in serioustrouble, let alone all of these things combined. He wasn’t even sure howinterested he was in the porn. Well, no, that wasn’t true. He was interested, but he was sure itwouldn’t be the right kind.

Would it?

And if it were, he could already feel how uncomfortable he wouldbe to be viewing it in a room full of other boys who didn’t know that he didn’t actually like girls?

Balthazar returned and passed out plastic cups full of an amberliquid, just as the porn queued up. It was a VHS tape, and Dean wondered whatkind of quality they’d even be graced with as Gabe paused it before it couldactually start. Balthazar raised his cup in a mock toast and they all echoedhim, the words of “To personal freedom” ringing in Dean’s head as they allknocked back their cups.

Half of them gasped and choked. Dean’s throat burned and besidehim, Cas coughed. “What is thisstuff?”

“Told you, I’ve not idea, but it’s gotta be the good stuff,cause you know how Uncle Zach is. So, let’s not waste it!”

The porn was unpaused and the drinks flowed freely, and beforeDean knew it, he was pressed against Cas’s side as they listened to theirfriends critiquing the porn. He looked over at Cas. “You uh…enjoying this?”

“Mmm…I’m enjoying the music. And the company,” he giggled.

“What about that?” Dean gestured at the porn and looked quicklyaway. He’d been right about the quality, but it was clear enough for him to seehe was far more turned on by the man then the woman and he didn’t want anybodyelse to notice it. Keep a low profile,remember? We’re gonna be outta here in just a few months…

Cas shuddered. “No. I’d rather dance, but I don’t know how. I’venever gone dancing.” Cas pouted and Dean stood, finishing off his drink in one lastgulp.

“Me neither. Hey! Maybe we can figure it out together. I’m notreally…interested in that either.” Dean said with a nod over to the tv. He reacheddown and pulled Cas to his feet. “I uh…don’t want to do it in here though. It’stoo embarrassing,” Dean confided.

“Agreed,” Cas tugged at Dean’s hand, pulling him out of theliving room and down the hall, checking doorways until they found the one Balthazarhad put their bags in. The music was loud enough that they could hear it clearlyin here and, drunk enough to be loose and giggly, the two of them startedshifting about and bopping to the music.

Dean absolutely noticed that Cas was still holding his handthrough it all.

What he couldn’t be sure of was when the dancing had changed.When they’d drifted closer, when their bodies began to move with each other. Butsoon they weren’t dancing -if it could have been called that. Instead theyswayed into each other’s orbits, their eyes darting wildly over the others face.Deans green eyes flicked from Cas’s blue ones, to his lips, to the lightscruffiness on his jaw and saw Cas doing the same.

Between one breath and the next, they swayed together and theirlips touched.

It was all a hazy blur after that. That brief touch sent sparksthrough Dean’s body, the groan Cas made vibrated through him and the kissdeepened, the swaying stopped as arms reached out and clutched. The kiss wasclumsy and wet – Dean had never dared kiss anyone before – but it felt likeheaven.

He was pretty sure that was all Cas.

Pleasure built between them, gasping breaths and moans and rustlingclothing. Skin on skin and Dean was on fire at the touch of a naked hardnessagainst his own. He couldn’t think clearly any more and he didn’t want to. Together,they spiraled in a blur of motion and feeling, till it crested, leaving thempanting and wet, clinging to each other.

Dean soared high, floating and humming as he slowly came downfrom his euphoria, the urge to curl up with his best friend very strong. Casseemed to feel the same, as he guided them to lay down together on the bed,sleeping bags forgotten. Suddenly sleepy, Dean wrapped himself around Cas andfell asleep.

He woke up the next morning with a strange headache and a smile.He’d had a wonderful dream of him and Cas together– so much more detailed and filled with so much more feeling than he’d ever dreamedbefore – but when he stretched, he realized it hadn’t been a dream. He shot upin the bed, his head swimming with the motion, realizing he was sticky and absolutelynaked, with only a light blanket keeping his modesty.

And Cas was gone.