#and then we have these little name things on our door our ca's made

[femslashspuffy]

This girl on my floor put a little rug outside of her dorm on her first day here and everyone's been like "😬 there is no way no one steals that" and it's been a little less than a month now and it is still just out there. There's been a few times where it's been kicked or sprawled out across the hall but it always gets fixed quickly after like that is solidarity

[floralembarrassment]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do more Jegulus raising Harry please

hello! It has been a while since we've done a jegulus raising Harry - I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it! with love

FaceTime (1/1) (jegulus | jegulus raising harry)

"Harry!" James called across the park.

A small boy turned at his name and came running across the sand. Unsteady and zigzagging all the way. A bright smile on his face as he made his way to his father.

"Dad! Dad! Come look! We made a castle!" Harry said excitedly, grabbing James' hand and pulling back toward the park.

"Okay but then we have to go sweetie," James said easily conceding to whatever his son wanted.

It was a pretty good sand castle for a 6 year old. And James made sure Harry knew how proud he was of his son, because Harry was elated in his efforts.

"Can we take a picture to send to Papa?" Harry asked, and James quickly pulled out his phone and told Harry to sit beside his work. He smiled his bright Potter grin with Regulus' Stoney grey-green eyes staring back at him.

"Okay Haz, time to go. Uncle Moony and Uncle Pads are coming for dinner," James explained.

All the walk home from the park, and immediately after getting home and washed up, Harry very persistently asked to call his father. James sometimes forgot that Harry missed Regulus as much as James did. So as went in the kitchen to make dinner, he picked Harry up and put him on the counter and FaceTimed Regulus.

"Papa!!" Harry called as Regulus answered the call.

"Bonjour mon amour, comment ca va?" Regulus asked.

And very quickly Harry started yammering away in french. He spoke eloquent and proper, just like Regulus and even though James only understood a few words here and there he could not miss the love and connection happening between father and son.

Just as James was washing up the last of the dishes he used to prep dinner, Harry waved the phone at him; "Dad, Papa wants to talk to you," his little voice said, easily switching to English.

James took the phone and the doorbell rang. James looked out the window and saw Remus and Sirius standing on the porch.

"Harry want to get the door? It's your uncles," and Harry was running before James even finished talking.

"Hi love, James said when he was finally able to look at Regulus through the phone.

"Hello you, thank you for the pictures today. Haz said you had a very good day?" Regulus said, his lips turning up.

"Yes it was, and Remus and Sirius are just getting here. Only thing that could have made it better would be you," James said brightly.

"Only 4 more days. I miss you both so much. I know it's hard on Harry when I'm away..." Regulus said eyes turning sad.

"Hey it's okay. I've got him, and it's important for him to see you out there working to make our life beautiful." James said.

Regulus' face soften at the reassurance.

"Je t'aime," Regulus whispered.

"Ewwwww!" And Regulus and James laughed as they heard their small boy be disgusted by their love.

James shook his head and smiled at Regulus. They all melted in laughter though when Sirius popped up and said, "you are right Bambi that was gross!"

[ghoastixx]

you know the episode French Mistake? What if Dean and Sam get sent to the real world and find out their sister is dating someone else in the cast? Like Misha? Idk I just came up with this

The French Mistake

synopsis above

Notes: I literally LOVE episodes that I just get to copy the show and throw little old us in. It's so fun to write. I loved writing the mystery spot one, hoping this one is just as fun.

Author's note: Wasn't sure if you wanted the reader to be transported with sam and dean or not, but for the sake of this being more interesting to read and not just an episode of Supernatural, you get to teleport too. Made the reader Gender Neutral. R/N stands for "real name"

Warning: Spoilers for the end of The Godfather. Cas (Misha Collins) x reader kind of?????????)

For the sake of legality, I do not own the universe, plot, or characters of Supernatural. I am a mere fanficiton author.

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It was a nice afternoon..quiet..not a hunt for once.. a minute to breathe. You were sitting in the kitchen, waiting for Bobby. Dean was at the table, Bobby out and about. Sam walked into the room.

"Where's Bobby?"

"Supply run," You yawned, responding to your brother Sam.

"In this?" Ah yes, the disaster you were in. You had almost forgotten. A shame you hadn't. Dean turned to look at your brother,

"Yeah, man's a hero. We were officially out of hunter's helper." The alcohol had run dry.

"Hello Winchester's. You've seen 'The Godfather' right?" A voice that didn't belong to any of you pulled you away from the dry conversation.

"Balthazar."

"You know the end, where Micheal Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop?" Balthazar was now messing with things. Pouring salt into a bowl on one of Bobby's desks. You sat up, ultimately confused as your brothers were seething.

"Hey!' Dean yelled,

"'Dead Sea Brine.' Good, good, good. You know, Moe Green gets it in the eye, and Don Cueno gets it in the revolving door?" what was even happening.

"I said 'hey!'"

"You did. Twice. Good for you." Balthazar started going through the fridge. "Blood of lamb.. beer, cold pizza, blood of lamb- yes! blood of lamb!"

You perked up, "Why are you talking about 'The Godfather?'"

"Because we're in it- right now, tonight. And in the role of Micheal Corleone- the archangel Raphael!"

"You mind telling us what you mean?" Dean barked

"no, no, no, no, no, no no." You rolled your eyes. "Yes. Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely. You're Mr.Singer does keep a beautiful pantry." You looked down at the contents of Bobby's drawer which was now on the floor.

"Raphael is after you?" Dean asked. Sam was awfully quiet."

"Raphael is after all of us." He corrected, ""You see. he's consolidated his strength, and now he's on the move."

"And where's Cas?" Sam finally asked, which grabbed your attention. You missed the angel. He was your friend.

"Oh, Cassie? He is deep, deep underground. So, good old Raffy put out a hit list on every Samaritan who helped our dear Cas- including both of you. And so much more importantly, me. See, he wants to draw Cas out into the open." This made you frown. The thought of Cas having basically ruined his life.

"And you expect us just to believe you?" Sam asked, "Oh. Don't. You'll go where I throw you either way."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean was defensive and Sam was tense. You were trying to piece everything together.

"That's all the time we have Winchesters." He opened his jacket to reveal a wound.. he was bleeding pretty badly. You jumped up to retrieve the first aid kit, or more so what was left of it. "Where is it?"

"Where's what?"

There was some commotion behind you before there was a blinding light and the words that would ring through your ears "RUN." You were shoved through a window with your brothers.

When you opened your eyes it was so bright.. "Cut!" Suddenly there were people helping you up. Dean and Sam were also up and looked equally as confused. You looked over to see someone patting Dean's ass which made you cringe. You looked around. it looked like a t.v set of Bobby's house.

"Jared, Jensen, R/N! Outstanding! That was just great!" The Winchesters all looked at each other with shared confusion which made others around you giggle.

"'Supernatural,' scene one echo, take one. Tail slate. Marker!"

"What happened," Sam muttered, looking around.

"No angels?" You mumble

"No angels." Dean confirms. "I think."

There were people arguing about a scene, about how they 'jumped through the window.'

"What is even happening," You ask out loud,

"No idea." Sam replies. Dean picks up a piece of "window" which is really just fake. The other people keep arguing.

"Jared! Three minutes, okay!" Someone grabbed Sam by the hand, dragging him away.

"Jensen! There you are, let's get you in the chair." Someone drags Dean away.

"R/N," A voice came from behind one of the cameras. A man in a cardigan and a t-shirt underneath. He came up to you, smiling wide. "that was a really good shot, honey. Whenever everyone was reminiscing on Cas? Real heart tugger."

"Cas..?" This man looked so much like..well. A normal Castiel.

"yeah- are you feeling okay? Did you hit your head during the stunt?" You then spotted Sam.

"Uh- I have to go!"

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"Dude, they put freakin' makeup on us! Those Bastards!" Dean complained, practically clawing at his skin.

"Look, I think I know what this is,"

"Okay. What?"

"It itches-"

"It's a T.V. show-" As Sam and Dean pondered, you couldn't help but glance at the "normal Cas" that was talking to one of the guys.. this was.. awful.

"We- we landed in some dimension where you're Jensen Ackles." He pointed at Dean. "You're R/N" He points at you. "And I'm Jared Padalecki,"

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The three exited the studio, you looked around in awe as Dean spotted the car.

"Oh, hey. Least my baby made it." You looked over to witness someone flinging mud onto it and the pained look on your brother's face.

"Hey. Hey! What-" There are three more impalas. "I'm gonna be sick. I want to go home. I feel like this whole place is bad-touching me." You nod in agreement as Sam agrees.

"yeah, I know. Me too. So, what do you think? Cas?"

You perk up, "Oh! I talked to a guy who looked like him earlier." You start to look around,

"So he's run his ass away from heaven here?" Dean spots him.

"cas? Cas! Hey, Cas! Oh, thank god. What is all this, huh? W-what did Balthazar do to us?"

The man you spoke to earlier approached, he looks stern. Like the Castiel you know. It made something in your chest tighten. "To keep you out of Virgil's reach, he's cast you into an alternate reality, a universe similar to ours in most aspects yet dramatically different in others."

"Like- like Bizarro earth, right? Except instead of having Bizarro Superman, we get this clown factory." The Cas looks a little confused.

"Um...Yeah, well...Anyway, no time to explain. Do you have the key?" You tilt your head, but Sam pulls out a key.

"So, uh, what does this thing do, anyways?"

"It opens a room."

"What's in this room?" You ask

"Every weapon Balthazar stole from heaven."

"he gave it to us?" Dean asks, almost hesitantly.

"To keep it safe until I could reach you. With those weapons, I have a chance to rally my forces."

You sigh relief, "Oh. Okay. good. Yeah, so now.. uh, what's the deal with all this T.V. crap?" Sam asks, a bit annoyed.

"pardon?" The Cas's brow furrows

"Yeah. Amen, Padaleski." You nod as Dean says this.

"Uh, 'Lecki'" Sam corrects.

"What?" Dean mutters,

"Lecki. Pretty sure."

The Cas pulled out a packet of papers, "Man. Did they put out new pages?" He mutters.

"New what?"

"I mean, is this some kind of cosmic joke?" You ask the Cas who looks up at you with an almost hurt expression.

"yeah, 'cause if it is, it's stupid and we don't get it." Dean backed you up. Sam agreed.

"Are you guys okay?" The Castiel imposter asked. Dean grabbed the supposed script from him, flipping through it.

"Give me that. What is- these are words in a script. This isn't Cas." You chest tightens again as hope drains from your face.

"Dude, look at him." Sam mumbles as the imposter unbuttons his shirt, wearing a graphic t-shirt underneath it.

"You guys want to run lines, or..?"

Dean reads the script. "His name's Misha..Misha?"

"Oh wow.."

"Just great-" The imposter looks at you again, he's only looking at you with these mixed expressions of deeper confusion. Dean continues rambling.

"Misha? Jensen? R/N? Whats up with the names around here?" As soon as Dean says this, "Misha" laughs a bit.

"You guys! You really punked me! Im totally gonna tweet this one." He pulls out a phone.

"What's a tweet," You whisper-ask Sam as "Misha" starts to read out loud.

"Hola mishamigos. J-squared...got me good."

"I just want to dig my finger in my brain and scratch until we're back in Kansas."

All three Winchesters begin to walk away before "Misha" yells. "Hold on, R/N! Are you still on for dinner tonight!?" You feel your cheeks start to red a bit as Dean and Sam look at you.

"Er- might have to reschedule-" You yell back as you turn away and quickly leave.

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You all huddled into "Jensen Ackles" trailer. He had awful taste.. you all began to do research on yourselves. Jensen and Jared are interesting. Models and TV stars. They get to you.

"R/N.. Says here that you.. you were an actor. Also-" Sam looks up, glancing at Dean and then back at you. "You're also dating a Misha Collins." Your jaw drops.

"No way! Fake Cas!?" Dean exclaims, "That's probably why he asked you about dinner-" You bury your face in your hands. Sam clears his throat.

"Y/N, is there something you have to tell us..?"

"No!"

As Dean and Sam continue to talk about how they could possibly get out of here, you take the computer.. looking at pictures of you and Misha.. you two look happy together.. your chest tightens again.

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You were all losing hope as everything you tried was failing. All the ingredients Balthazar had used were now rubber.. the Impala was a prop.. nothing was working. So now you were trying to figure out what to do next.

"Me? Yes. um. I- I'll just tag along with uh-" Dean stuttered around. Misha and a crew member where standing in front of you.

"Jared."

"Jared...Jared here."

"Huh- since when are you guys talking?" The crew member asks as Misha looks at you,

"So..busy tonight?" You bite the frown that wants to crawl onto your face. You would like to have dinner with him, but you cannot just abandon your brothers for a man you don't even know.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Gonna work with Jared and..Jensen."

"I didn't know you guys were getting along again."

"Ah- you know...the way we are.."

"Well, call me if you need me to come get you," He kissed your cheek before leaving. You glanced at Sam and Dean as your face was red.

"I'll kill him." Dean muttered.

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Turns out Jared is filthy rich and is dating Ruby of all people. She seems a bit surprised to see you and Dean in the mansion. Saying neither of you have ever been there. She seems.. defensive. You all hole up in the library of the mansion and order stuff you need. The next day, you all go to the set of Bobby's house with a solution in mind and get permission to have the set cleared for a few hours.

When you and Sam show up to see cameras, you almost wanna vomit as Dean looks sheepishly away. He did not infect get the set cleared and the Misha guy was back. So.. you all have to do a little bit of acting. You're all awful at it.

Hours seemed to have passed and the Misha guy is still "tweeting" whatever that is. Then the day is over and you're all sent away again.. That was after you all attacked what you thought was Virgil.

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The rest of the experience was all hazy to you. The Misha guy had ended up taking you back to your trailer and giving you some pills and that was all you really remembered. Sam and dean tried to explain how you got back, but it didn't make much sense to you. Not that you cared much anymore. There were more important things to focus on!

But Dean and Sam never let go the Misha guy, insisting something was going on between you and Castiel. You insisted there wasn't...

But..maybe the next time you saw Castiel..maybe you could pretend he was the Misha guy for just a minute longer.

(I'm sorry this ended so abruptly and lame. I worked on this for two hours and honestly didn't know how to finish it I'm sorry!!!)

[silentxsymphony]

You Don’t Understand, I Need Pie

900 words of Loki x Supernatural nonsense detailing Loki and Castiel seeking pie for their human boyfriends. Dedicated to my Automat server friends always willing to indulge my silliness and be my cheerleaders 🥰🥧

gif credit to the wildly talented @lokimobius

Castiel narrowed his eyes as his attention shifted from the terrified convenience store employee to the strange rectangle of orange light that just appeared beside him. A tall, dark-haired man stepped through the light as if it were some kind of door and looked around the shop curiously. 

“I hear this establishment has pie?”

Castiel released his grip on the employee, who took the opportunity to sprint through a door to the back of the store. He sensed an aura of power emanating from the other man that was unfamiliar and made him uneasy. 

“Yes…I, too, was in search of pie. Do you know where to find it?”

The other man smoothed a hand down the tie that had apparently been rumpled during his interdimensional travels. 

“Well, since you were already here and in the process of…accosting that unsuspecting human, I assumed you might already know.”

If possible, Castiel’s eyes squinted into even thinner slits at the specification of the word ‘human.’ 

“Well, I don't know. That’s why I needed his assistance,” Cas replied. “And now he’s gone.”

The other man rolled his eyes. “I certainly don’t know how to navigate one of these Midgardian monstrosities. And I don’t think I want to obtain pie from here. The odor in this shop is…unfortunate,” he arched a brow. “And you are?” 

Cas bristled at the way the other man looked down his nose at him. “My name is Castiel. And I’m an Angel of the Lord.”

“An angel?” He paused, considering. “How quaint.” 

Cas felt his irritation prickle further and nearly summoned the power to smite this interloper with the palm of his hand before he was interrupted. 

“Oh do calm down. I want no quarrel with you. I sensed there was someone else on this timeline projecting a need similar to my own and sought it out. I’m merely trying to complete this errand and get back from whence I came. Hopefully with pie in hand. Key lime, if possible.” 

Cas watched as the stranger raked a hand through his dark hair. It was only his sensitive hearing that allowed Cas to hear him mutter, “Mobius will be so disappointed if I’m not successful. He’s been cranky and out of sorts since the Automat has been closed for repairs.”

Cas blinked owlishly as the other man snapped his fingers and pointed at him. “I have an idea.” He stiffened as he approached him. “You have no reason to fear me.” Cas tilted his head as the other man reached out his hand. “My name is Loki, and I believe we could help each other in our endeavors.” 

Sensing no threat after a gentle prod with his grace, Cas cautiously extended his hand to shake Loki’s. 

When they parted, Loki flashed a smile. “There, now that we are properly acquainted.” He tapped his own temple before pointing toward Cas’. “This is how your magic works, yes?”

Cas almost huffed an irritated retort of “it’s not magic, it’s grace” but figured it wouldn’t help him in his quest for Dean’s pie. “Yes, essentially.”

Loki held both of his hands between them, palms up. “Think of the pie you seek. I will do the same.” He nodded toward Cas’ hands. 

Hesitating only a moment before he realized what Loki was suggesting, Cas raised his own hands and placed his fingertips gently against Loki’s temples. Loki smiled and closed his eyes, his face taking on a certain softness as he concentrated on the pie he sought – or, more likely, the one he sought the pie for. 

Sensing no danger, Cas closed his own eyes and thought of Dean. The way his eyes lit up when a diner had freshly baked pie. The way he’d giddily lick the whipped cream and filling from his fork and make happy little noises that did fluttery things to Cas’ belly. The way the smell of the spices of his beloved apple pie would cling to him after he’d devoured a slice. 

“Perfect!” 

Cas’ eyes snapped open and he followed Loki’s pleased gaze down to his opened palms. Faintly glowing green at the edges, each hand held a plate with a picture perfect piece of pie. A steaming slice of apple complete with exquisitely latticed crust in one hand and a cool, delicately airy slice of key lime topped with whipped cream in the other. 

Loki beamed once more at his efforts before drawing the plate with the key lime back toward himself and gesturing for Cas to take the other. 

“This was most helpful, Castiel. Thank you.” He reached into his pocket with his free hand and pressed a button on a strange-looking contraption that had the same rectangular passage of light as before appearing beside him. 

“Hope your companion enjoys his pie,” Loki said with a wink before he stepped through the passageway and it blipped closed behind him. 

Cas blinked at the plate in his hand and took a curious sniff. It smelled exactly how Dean’s favorite pie should. He held a curious hand over the warm slice and sent a questing pulse of grace over it. While he could still sense something a bit otherworldly about it, he could tell it would pose no threat to Dean. 

Convinced the pie was safe, Cas shrugged and held the plate steady before sending himself back to Dean with a blink of his eyes. 

He couldn’t wait to regale Dean with the strangest story. 

[valleydean]

Valley of God [Read chapters 1-4]

a deancas horror au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) halloween horror series

SUMMARY: Dean and Castiel have been dating for a little under a year, and things are going great - or, at least, that's what Dean thought. On the weekend before the summer solstice, Cas is hired to take a group of campers on an excursion through the Appalachian Trail in the Hundred-Mile Wilderness. Much to Cas' shock, Dean tags along. When the campers are attacked by mysterious forces in the forest, they end up in a peculiar town hidden under an eternal mist. Soon, members of their group start to go missing, and Dean can't shake the feeling that something led them to town for a purpose.

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“Start from the beginning,” Ishim said.

At once, Charlie, Jo, and Victor began talking over each other.

Ishim held up his hand, silencing them. “One at a time.”

Everyone was quiet then, waiting for someone else to talk. When it became apparent no one would, Dean opened his mouth, figuring somebody had to do it.

Cas beat him to the punch: “We were hiking the Appalachian Trail and took a small detour to the ruins at the top of the mountain—”

“The old temple ruins?” Ishim confirmed.

Cas nodded. “We made camp not far from them. Some time in the middle of the night, we were awoken by… To be frank, I’m not sure what it was. Something attacked us. It shook our tents like it was trying to get inside.”

“An animal?” Ishim asked.

Cas shook his head. “No. I… We heard screaming. There were whispers. Some of us saw people in the forest.”

“Can you describe these people?”

“We didn’t get a good look at their faces. It was too dark.”

Ishim hummed. Then, “What happened then?”

“I thought it would be safer if we got off the mountain. I told the others to run,” Cas explained, and Dean narrowed his eyes at the back of his head. He remembered what Cas had said before he left the tent. Something about Dean being safer there. And now he was saying they hadn’t been safe at camp?

It didn’t make a lick of sense.

“We lost each other as we came down the mountain,” Cas was saying. “One of us may still be in the forest. If he isn’t here…” Cas shook his head mournfully down at his lap, but there was something in the line of his shoulders. Dean couldn’t place it. “I’m afraid he might be hurt.”

“Look, is it possible it was people from the town playing a prank?” Victor cut in.

Ishim sat back in his chair, not taking a second to mull it over. He shook his head immediately. “No. We keep to ourselves. We don’t get many outsiders.”

“You’re telling me,” Jo grumbled, probably thinking the same things Dean was.

The clothes, the streetlamps, the cobblestones, the town marshal? It all looked like something out of a 1800s period drama. Dean felt like he’d just stepped out of a time machine.

“Where are we?” Charlie asked.

Ishim said, “Nahaliel.”

Dean frowned. “That’s the name of the town? Kinda a mouthful.”

“It means Valley of God,” Ishim told him, shooting Dean a hostile look. Dean didn’t really care what the name meant!

Suddenly, the door swung open again. Dean jolted, at the end of his rope. He wasn’t the only one, because everyone whipped around, too.

Benjamin came back inside, two other people in tow. First was a slender guy who, even though it was the middle of the night, was dressed in a three-piece suit with a collarless shirt held together by a diamond stickpin. His shoulders were held back, making him look taller and more imposing than he actually was. Behind him, there was a stern-looking woman in a white blouse tucked into a long skirt. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun. An antique carved ivory cameo brooch was pinned to her collar.

Ishim stood up and said, “This is Raphael. He’s Nahaliel’s acting leader.”

Leader. Not mayor or governor. Leader.

Acting leader, actually. Dean didn’t know if it was worth it to ask what happened to their regular one. He really didn’t give a shit, anyway, considering how many other things were going on. Either way, these people were weird as hell.

Dean figured they must be Mennonite or something. That was the only explanation he could come up with.

“Raphael, these people were camping near the ruins on the mountain. They said something attacked them. One of them is still missing.”

“I see,” Raphael said. His tone was deep and dark, baritone. It shook inside the hollow of Dean’s bones. He spoke with absolutely no inflection at all. “Your friend?” He stood to the side of Ishim’s desk and gave them all the once-over. Dean felt himself tense when the guy’s eyes briefly passed over him. Like Raphael’s voice, his expression was unyielding and emotionless.

“Their friend,” Cas corrected. “They were on a tour. I’m their guide.” He said the last part sullenly, like he was blaming himself for what happened. For losing Garth. Dean’s heart tugged before he remembered he was mad at Cas.

Recovering, Cas looked up at Raphael again and said, “My name is Castiel.”

“Castiel,” Raphael repeated. “You were the guide for all…” He inspected everyone else again, like he was counting them. “Six of them?”

Dean’s forehead wrinkled. It was kind of a weird thing to say. Maybe the guy was just trying to figure out if everyone else was accounted for.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cas pull his shoulders back. “Yes. Including Garth.”

“The one who is missing?”

Cas nodded. “We thought, maybe, he saw the lights of your town and came here but…” He paused, and Dean could practically hear the cogs in his head turning. When he spoke again, he asked, “This town. How long have you been here?”

“A long time,” Raphael answered. “We were founded centuries ago.”

“That’s impossible. I’ve been this way hundreds of times. I’ve never seen this place.”

Dean tensed his fists on his lap, because Garth was still out there and they were getting off topic.

“Yet, here we are,” Raphael said.

“But—” Cas started.

Dean cut him off, “Who the hell cares?” He stood up, ready to go back into the damn woods and find Garth himself if he had to. “We’re wasting time standing around here with our dicks in our hands. Meanwhile, Garth’s still out there with who the hell knows what!”

“We will find your friend,” Raphael told him, slow and measured, and maybe Dean was just freaked out and overreacting, but this didn’t feel like the usual removed, calm public service guy attitude found in cops taking witness statements. Raphael was starting to piss him off.

Finally, Raphael turned to Ishim and said, “Form a search party and begin looking immediately.”

Ishim nodded, seeming ready to hop to it.

“Great!” Dean bit out. “I’m coming, too.”

“Me, too,” Victor said, his chair legs scraping on the wooden floor as he got up. Benny leaned off the wall.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’ve all been through an ordeal,” the woman who’d walked in with Raphael finally spoke. Everyone in the room turned to her. “You should rest. Let us handle the search.”

Dean told her, “Look, lady—”

“Naomi.”

“Right. Naomi,” he said, trying not to lose his patience. “I don’t think any of us are gonna rest very well until we find Garth. He’s our buddy.”

“And our people know these woods,” Naomi returned pleasantly. “There’s no sense in another one of you getting lost out there. Our marshal will find your friend quicker without you. In the meantime, there’s space for each of you at the inn. I’ll take you there. It isn’t far.”

Dean was still wary, even though the reasoning made sense. He looked at the others, trying to gauge what they were thinking. All of them shared uncertain looks with one another.

Cas sighed and relented, “Yes. Thank you.”

“Excellent. If you’ll follow me.”

Maybe all of them were just too bone-tired to do anything but go with the flow, but they all followed Naomi out of the marshal’s office. Together, they started down the street.

Ahead of him, Charlie and Jo had their arms around each other as they spoke in soft voices. Victor and Benny were looking around at their surroundings. Cas kept his head down, his shoulders tucked up to his ears.

Dean figured now was as good a time as any.

He rushed to Cas’ side and demanded, “You wanna tell me what the fuck all that was about at camp?”

Cas looked at him, expression drawn but eyes deep wells of emotion. “Dean, I promise, I’ll explain everything later.”

No way. Not good enough.

Dean stopped walking abruptly and grabbed Cas’ arm, manhandling him around. “Yeah, how ‘bout you explain now?”

Cas’ gaze roamed Dean’s face. His mouth was open, like he’d start talking at any second, but he never did. Dean didn’t know if he was searching for an excuse or what, but his patience was running out.

Cas inhaled. “Dean—”

“Please keep up! The mist is thick tonight. We wouldn’t want you losing your way,” Naomi called from up ahead, pausing to look back at them. The others did, too, all of them blinking Dean and Cas’ way.

Slight embarrassment uncurled in Dean’s gut. He looked back at Cas, whose face was shored up into a neutral mask again. Cas dipped his chin down and started walking after the others.

Dean flapped his arms against his sides in defeat and stomped after him.

[amberstormblade]

Hey! Here's part two for that TMSP fic I wrote earlier! I'll leave a link to part one here in a sec! Enjoy! :3

Edit: Here's Part One!

Ruby’s day had been going quite well! He was feeling a lot better and was finally able to get out of bed. Although he was still a bit achy, getting to just walk around with Vintage made everything worth it. Some of the other members of their little town even joined in, it seemed like only Viking was missing. It wasn’t until Vintage had mentioned that they needed some materials for a build they were working on that things went wrong.

Climbing down through the cactus farm left the little group scrambling to adjust after coming from the late afternoon sun and soon they were all stumbling their way over to the chests lining the wall when Box spoke up. 

“Do ya hear that? Mighty strange noises ya got down here.” He looked around as if trying to locate it but not immediately seeing anything. 

“What do you mean? I don’t-” Ruby started but they were quickly cut off by Vintage

“It sounds like… crying, almost. It’s faint, but I can definitely hear it.”

Ruby looked at Jay but he just shrugged, unable to hear anything either.

“Yeah! Maybe one of our neighbors is in a bit of trouble! Let’s go check it out.” Without waiting for an answer, Box ran over to the tunnel leading to the clock tower. The rest of them followed after, the sound getting louder as they approached. While the other three were distracted by the massive tower hanging from the ceiling, Ruby’s eyes locked onto something at the bottom of the cavern. The blue and yellow mass was shaking next to a pool at the bottom, tears in his clothes showing that he had most likely fallen down the side of the cavern at some point. He seemed to be weakly gripping his head, fingers tangled in his wild mess of hair, showing that this had been going on for a while. 

“Viking!” His name tore itself from her lips as Ruby saw her closest friend fall limp. Jay had to hold her back from practically throwing herself down the pit and instead, they all carefully rushed down the stairs haphazardly carved into the wall. Running over, Ruby collapsed next to Viking, his knees practically giving out as he rushed to make sure he was even still breathing. When that other person had told him to make sure Viking didn’t kill anyone, Ruby never imagined Viking himself would have to be put on that list. 

Placing a hand on his forehead, Ruby gasped. “He’s burning up! Ca-can you guys help me get him back to the surface? I don’t think being down here is any good for him. “

Box immediately scooped him up like he was nothing while Jay and Vintage helped Ruby back to his feet. Together, the group made their way to the surface, material collecting forgotten for the moment, and towards Ruby’s house as it was close and didn’t have a bed on the roof. No one really knew why he thought that was a good idea. Box placed him on Ruby’s bed and then took a step back as she sat down next to him. He was pale, dark circles under his eyes making it clear he hadn’t been sleeping well. His eyes were scrunched tight and his breath came out in short pants. It was clear that he wasn’t doing well.

After looking him over, Ruby spoke. “I-I didn’t realize, I mean- He seemed tired yesterday but not like this!? I need-” 

Vintage cut them off, “What you need to do is take a deep breath, and know that we’re here to help. What do you need us to do?”

“Okay, okay um- Jay, can you go to Viking’s house and see if he has any extra potions? I kinda burned through all of mine.” Jay nodded and dashed out the door. “Box, can you um-um-um oh! We should make some fresh soup! Can you help gather some ingredients for it! Lots of fresh veggies! And Vintage, you can help me make it! We can start prepping the broth!” Soon, everyone was working, doing their best to help out their fallen neighbor. A cool cloth had been placed on his forehead and the two in the house kept throwing glances at him but he never seemed to change. Box returned first and the soup was well underway when Jay came back. 

“Alright, so, I got the potions, actually had to brew up some more because he was running low but, it seems like he’s already taken a lot of them? There were empty bottles all over his house, it’s actually a bit concerning.” Jay gives a nervous laugh, not sure what to do with this information. 

Everyone seems to pause at this. If Viking had been using potions to combat whatever this was and they hadn’t worked then that was bad news. Any number of things could be happening to him and even Viking himself might not know what it is. Before anyone could speak, however, a groan suddenly came from the direction of the bed. All heads whipped towards the source as Viking started to shift, hands coming up to clutch his head. He started to violently shake as tears began pouring down his face. He started moving around so much that he almost fell off the bed, only stopped by Box jumping into action. The two were now on the ground with Box holding him up. 

“Hey there! Don’t be doing tha-“ Box cut himself off as he got a good look at Viking’s face. “Oh… now that’s- that doesn’t look quite right.” A twinge of concern leaked into his voice. “Eyes don’t normally change quite like that.” 

At this point, everyone rushed over to try and see what he was talking about. Viking’s eyes were wide and unseeing, almost as if someone was forcing them open. They kept darting around as if searching for something but never latching on to anything. The most worrying part was the color. His usually yellow eye seemed to almost be flickering, looking a bright green at times while the blue one seemed to have the same color slowly pulsing around the pupil. All the while, he was gripping his head tight enough that they all worried he was going to tear out chunks of his hair. 

His eyes caught onto Ruby. They reverted to normal for a split second and then went back to their strange and colorful battle as things seemed to get worse. He started whimpering through gritted teeth and thrashing around as much as he could. It almost looked like he was fighting with himself, and losing. Box had given up on trying to hold him still at this point and was just staring in shock along with the others. Ruby did her best to approach, trying not to get hit by his spastic movements.

“Viking?” their voice shook seeing him like this, but they pushed on. “Hey, I don’t know if you can hear me but I think I know what’s going on? Well, maybe not know but I have a guess? You- you need to sleep Viking, do you understand? Just- it would be for the best if you just went to sleep.” At this, he seemed to panic, frantically trying to put space between himself and Ruby while trying to cover his head. He tried to say something but his voice was still shot, the only noise coming out was a hoarse rasping thing. Upon trying to stand he slipped, slamming his head on a nearby barrel as he fell. “Oh gosh! Is he dead?” Shrieked Jay as Viking landed with a sickening thwack back on the floor. The poor farmer seemed stuck between rushing over to the body and backing away as quickly as possible, keeping him rooted to his spot. Vintage started making her way over to him but stopped when he dazedly sat back up. 

He rubbed the back of his head and groaned as he shakily got to his feet, eyes pinched shut. He then sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as tiredly opened his eyes. It was then that everyone noticed this was no longer Viking. A green eyed stranger stood in his place, a handful of signs at the ready for any questions that would be thrown at him.

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Take Flight, Part 7-2: A Multi-Day Tour of the Demon Lord's Castle

The tour starts with an odd twist!

Content Warning: General spoilers for the main story. Minors and ageless accounts do not interact! Named character, and slight mentions of character’s past and history which are expanded on as they are important to this chapter. Weirdly, I switch between past and present tense. Sorry, not sorry. Unbeta read.

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"So, why can't I skip this thing?" I asked Lucifer, raking a hand through my hair. "I haven't been feeling all that great these last few days, and I doubt I'll be the best company for the lot of you, including your princeling." The last bit was a muttered grumble and I had cast my eyes around his study so as to miss his glare.

They had told me about the multi-day tour of Diavolo's castle and called it a retreat, something I hadn't been the least bit interested in-especially as they had each threatened me in some way or another on a weekly or daily basis. I was used to threats and challenges of violence, being the least pure of dragon blood among my siblings meant every disgruntled dragon tried to take their frustrations out on me. My usual methods of dealing violence to violence wouldn't have proven effective against demons, so I had smiled or snarled or fixed their issues as the situations had arisen.

Right now, though, being in close proximity to Lucifer and his brothers for the duration of this trip was going to prove uncomfortable and difficult to me in equal measure. Being so whisked to the Devildom so close the the dragons' Breeding Year was proving to be an issue, despite the fact that my blood was mostly human.

Having a menstrual cycle among demons who could smell the blood, had been a lesson in humility and a strain on my nerves to explain to them what my body was going through. No way was I going to be able to hide the changing of my scent as the Rut closed in on me.

I hadn't thought I would be affected by the Rut, which only came about every twenty years. I had forgotten among the demons how much Other I was and how that made me too different to be human enough to live among them with my sire.

Not that I would have traded my childhood with eight siblings, my uncles, aunt, dame, and Lecorn for anything else in the three realms-even with the violence and pain that had come with it. And now, on the eve of this trip, my scent was changing and it didn't bode well that Asmo had started nosing around me and my room. Avatar of Lust, indeed. Of course he was the first of the brothers to start noticing.

Lucifer waited until I looked back at him to answer, "It is mandatory and no amount of not feeling well will get you out of it. And do not call Lord Diavolo princeling." The last part was hissed at me, but his expression was almost exasperated since Diavolo had already granted me permission to call him that among the brothers and his own company. It was one of the things I could do safely to ruffle his feathers and I did it every time we were alone.

Grinning at his reaction, I almost proceeded down our usual spat over the nickname but thankfully caught myself before I did because he had tilted his chin up slightly and looked like he was scenting the air. "I recommend that you leave behind whatever perfume that Asmo has given you. It will give my brothers the wrong kind of ideas."

Fuuuuuck!

Blood rushed to my head and I felt the blush darken my cheeks. His head tilted to the side for a moment as he considered my reaction. Ice slithered down my spine "Fine, yeah, will do."

I fled his study before he could so much as utter another syllable and was gone before the door clicked shut behind me.

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Mammon was a little too jazzed about the whole trip even though he had been the most vocal of his brothers up to yesterday about not wanting to go. Some part of me had held out a tiny slice of hope that Lucifer would listen to his favorite brother and somehow convince him to try and persuade Diavolo to cancel the whole thing.

"All right! It's finally time for our retreat! Three days and two nights!"

Sitting cross-legged on the dining room table with my chin propped in my palms, I watched at the five brothers made a giant commotion, playfully egging each other on and Asmo, Levi, and Satan riling Mammon along into an outburst towards me.

"Ain't ya excited for this trip, too, Lys?!"

"Nope, not even remotely."

"Ah, don't be such a stick in the mud, Lys! Where's your spirit, huh?! You should be pumped!"

I smiled wanly at his enthusiasm. Maybe by sticking with Mammon this whole trip would be bearable. His brothers might call him a scummy, unreliable moron, but he had been the one who had consistently been kind and tried to keep his brothers at bay for me. That he was also my first pact-holder didn't hurt for swaying my affection towards him. That and he was also the densest besides Beel and would probably take the longest to realize my change in scent.

The five brothers continued to bicker in front of the dining room, loitering in the entryway as we waited for Lucifer. The eldest, surprisingly, was the last to join us. Briefly, my thoughts flickered to the demon in the attic. Eh...demons probably didn't die of starvation or thirst over a long weekend and Lucifer was the type that he made sure everyone ate their meals at least once a day. I had my own private thoughts as to his actual identity, but that wouldn't matter if I couldn't net Amos' pact.

"Whoa, Beel, that bag of yours is waay too big! Pfff, I bet it's stuffed with food, ain't it?" Mammon asked, circling around my third pact holder. I chuckled under my breath because Mammon had added another suitcase with snacks for Beel to my stuff when he saw I was brining only a small backpack.

Fuck, maybe I could reel in Beel, Solomon, and Luke, too. That ought to be a safe enough group to stick with, although I wasn't sure if Simeon would be able to scent me. Maybe angles were safe, but I didn't hold out much hope since Lucifer and Asmo had begun to notice the difference and five of the brothers around me were fallen angles. If other normal...born(?)...demons were able to scent the change as well...don't go down that road. One step at a time.

Lucifer's glare when he saw me on the dining table had me grinning at him. "Get. Off," he told me.

"Nope."

His eyes flashed crimson and I grinned wider at him. Getting murdered would fix all of my issues here, but maybe it would be wise to stop ruffling the feathers the most powerful Hell Lord under their prince. Then again, wise and I were only passingly acquainted and it was fun to tease him.

Still, I wasn't suicidal or all that keen to get him in my personal space. So, I hopped off the table when he took a deliberate step towards me and his shoulders relaxed even as his glare remained centered on me.

Asmo was harassing his brothers back over giving him a hard time about the amount of luggage that he was bringing when I slipped over beside Mammon.

"Man, even LEVI makes more sense that you, Asmo!" Mammon told them with a shake of his head.

Lucifer was still eyeing me when he finished his descent from the stairs, but I already knew my scent was obscured beneath Mammon's. I'd stolen some of Mammon's shirts from his laundry, not that he had minded with how much he sputtered at seeing me wearing his things.

"It looks like everyone's here," Lucifer said and his brothers all looked at him. "It won't do to keep Diavolo waiting. We should head over to the Demon Lord's Castle, right now. I want to get there before the angels and Solomon do."

Mammon threw an arm across my shoulders and leaned his full weight into me. "So, we're goin' to the Demon Lord's Castle, Lys, 'cause there aint no guarantee you'll come back from this alive, ya know?"

We were walking almost lock-step out the door together so I had to watch my feet as we went down the stone steps. So, I was distracted when Satan took up my thread of the conversation. "I know you want Lyssa to be interested in you, but you do realize it sounds as if you're trying to scare someone, don't you Mammon?"

It was a false show of concern on Satan's part, but he would have taken over almost any thread of conversation to needle at his older brother. And then, there was Mammon, himself. He hopped away from me faster than as if I were a diseased carrot, his face bright with a blush under his stark white hair.

"What?! Whaddya mean?! Pff, why should I want Lyssa to be interested in me, huh?!" he snapped back at his brother. "There are a lotta rumors about that place-"

My hand tightened on the suitcase he had asked me to carry for him and my stride lengthened so that I could get ahead of them and hide the fact that my own face had darkened with pain. His pact-bond told me one thing about his emotions sometimes, his words and actions said otherwise. Their chatter became noise to my ears.

I was about to pass onto the path that would take me out the gates and onto the path towards RAD until a hand on my shoulder stopped me. Glancing up, I met Lucifer's dark, red-tinted gaze.

"The cars are this way."

Why the fuck had we been walking to RAD all this time?!

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Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones to greet us in the castle's foyer. It was...grandiose...with the pictures, what I suspected was real gold lining the walls, the other decorations, the marble floors...

But it was Diavolo that held my attention with his outstretched arms and his words, "Well, good morning. I must say, I couldn't wait for you to arrive!"

He made a beeline straight to me and I yelped when he slid one arm around my waist, lifted me off feet and then slid his other arm around my thighs and just beneath my ass. I caught myself on his shoulders and stared down at him as he grinned up at me.

"Umm...hi?" I asked as I wriggled against his hold.

Behind him, Barbatos was watching us with gleaming emerald eyes even as he greeted everyone else, "Welcome to he Demon Lord's Castle. It's a pleasure to have you here." I was still dangling off the floor, captured in Diavolo's hug and it didn't seem like he was going to release me any time soon.

"Good morning, Diavolo. And you too, Barbatos," Lucifer said, his tone carefully neutral. "Well, it seems that neither Solomon nor the angels have arrived yet, have they?"

"Man, now that's just shameless," Mammon laughed. "Listen to you pretendin' like you didn't hurry over here, all frantic to make it to Lord Diavolo before Solomon and the angels could."

"Hm, did you say something, Mammon?"

I twisted in Diavolo's arms just in time to see Lucifer stomp on Mammon's foot, forgoing any sense of subtlety. His expression might have been disapproving while Mammon yelped and tried to retract his statement, but his eyes were almost glinting with...mischief? Diavolo's rich laugh vibrated in his chest and spread to me until I was grinning. What had I been worried about?

"Well, Lucifer, Mammon, I see that you two are getting along as swimmingly as usual," Diavolo said. His arm dropped from my waist and joined his other on my thighs so it was more like I was...sitting?...on his arms and leaning against his chest.

Asmo was pouting at his brothers, his eyes flickering interestedly over me. "At least Mammon is predictable. No matter what, you can always count on him to act stupid."

"Oi!" came the protestation.

"Yeah, it's embarrassing to think that Solomon and the angels are about to get a front row seat to all of Mammon's idiocy," Satan groaned.

"WHAT?"

"Ah...Diavolo, are you going to put me down?" I asked when he just continued to hold me and smile indulgently at the brothers.

"Ah, speaking of our other guests, they've just arrived," Barbatos smoothly cut in.

Fuck it. I set my chin on his head and wrapped my arms around his neck. His cheek pressed partially into my chest. He'd already messed up the careful plans I had set. An astonished silence fell across the entire hall.

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A Rose by Any Other Name (Chapter Four)

Summary: Reader and Spencer get to it on that coffee date and throughout the day finds herself to be a lot more apparent in her fondness to the genius. Her day only gets better when she receives some big news.

Warnings: Language

AN: Things are happeningggg

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I did indeed get a text from him the next morning. 

From: Unknown Contact

> Hey, it's Spencer. How does that coffee sound about now?

I smiled to myself and replied to him.

You know just the way to a girls heart <

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, work started about an hour so I had enough time to do whatever I needed.

> Great, how about Laurent's Brewery in 30?

Perfect <

I hopped in the shower and started to get myself ready. Afterward I got dressed in one of my favorite work outfits and did some light makeup.

About twenty minutes later I left my apartment and walked to the coffee shop, it's a cute little place and not too far. Before walking in I hear my name. Turning around I see Spencer walking towards me.

"Right on time." He smiled.

"I enjoy being punctual." I say smiling back. He opens the door for me as we walk in.

We walk to the front and order our drink and sit down at a nearby table. 

"Did you seriously ask for five sugars?" I ask laughing at the ridiculous sweet tooth this man has.

"What can I say? I like sweet things." He says with a slight smirk for a moment then goes back to his dorky smile.

Was he flirting? 

I shake my head as the barista calls the both of our names as we grab our coffees and sit at the table again.

"So, have you taken any extra thought on it?" he asked me.

"Extra thought on what?" 

"Pulling through to become a profiler."

I bit the inside of my cheek, I really hadn't thought any more about the topic. I mean of course I wanted to do it, but right now with filling in for JJ, I just have too much on my plate to actually execute anything. 

"In all honesty, no." I say, taking a sip from my drink.

His eyebrows furrow, "Why not?"

I shrug, "I've been too busy, I guess."

"I hope you can find some time, it'd be nice to have you around with all of us. I mean, when JJ gets back..I don't know I think we'll miss you around that's all. Rossi seems happy you're around too." He says while fidgeting with his hands a little bit.

I smile warmly at him, "Aw, yknow, I've never felt so welcomed like this before." I say while picking at the side of the cup.

He tilts his head, "Really?"

I nod my head no and shrug, "Nope."

"I don't know how, as soon as JJ introduced you to us we kinda immediately had no doubts about you. Which is weird for a bunch of profilers."

I laughed and took another sip to hide my face. "I'm glad to hear that, I was so nervous I wasn't gonna fit in."

He scoffs with a smile, "Not at all."

I look at my watch, "We should probably get to work huh"

He looks at his own and nods his head, "I can give you a ride." 

I thank him and we walk out to his car, getting in and beginning to head for the office. 

"You have no idea how much I needed that coffee." I say slumping in the seat.

"Last night was, um, definitely a treat. We need to stop hosting parties at Rossi's the night before paperwork days." He laughs.

We pull up to the building shortly after and walked in together, Morgan's eyes shooting to us and his cheeky ass smile plastered on his face.

Walking to us, he smirk and begins, "Well well well, so you go home together, and now you come to work together, did pretty boy get it on or am I missing something?" 

I roll my eyes at him, "Ha ha. Not so lucky, Derek, sorry to burst your bubble."

"Right..right." He laughs and claps his hand on Spencer's back, who, is now blushing. 

"I mean, that wasn't the case this time, who knows." I tease and walk to my office, leaving him standing there. 

This confidence has got to be left over from last night. 

Paperwork's a bitch. After documenting everything from the previous case for a couple hours I only looked up from my writings when I heard a knock on the doorway to see Spencer.

I blinked hard from the light adjustment  from the dark office to where he was standing. "Hey what's up?" I asked.

"Need any help? I finished all mine a little while ago and I thought I'd do something better with my time." He said with his hands in his pockets awkwardly. 

"So you decided to come spend some time with me. That's definitely an improvement from Derek trying to force you to do his own." I joke and he laughs in agreement. I motion for him to take the seat in front of me across the desk which I now cleared off some space for him.

As he sits I hand him one of the final pages in which is needed to fill out and finish the one I'm working on. 

I felt his eyes on me as I completed my writing and finally looked up at him.

"Look, sorry if what I said earlier made you uncomfortable or anything-"

"What? No, no. Not at all."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" I ask. 

A beat of silence and then a smile grew on his face.

"What?" I laugh, now seeing his demeanor.

"Nothing. I finished it up, here." He said with his smile still on his face as he handed me the paper and started to walk out.

"Hey hey hey, pump your breaks pretty boy." I say, standing up. 

He turns slowly to me while sucking his lips in to hide his smile.

"Y'know your nose scrunches is when you're flustered." 

"What? No it doesn't." I say playfully, at least I don't think it does:

"It happened when we talked last night while we were cleaning up, this morning when I told you about how I like my coffee, and when I asked to help you." 

God I hate profilers. 

"Your point?" I asked crossing my arms.

"Last night I admitted to you making me nervous, and no matter how confident you seem...I don't know, it seems like I return the favor." He said with a smirk.

I had to literally keep my mouth from opening in that moment, I scoffed and looked away from him trying to compose myself even though I knew it was pointless; he'd see right through me. 

"Wow, you are good at your job." I say with a faint smile and avoiding looking at him but I could feel the tension between us rise until I get snapped out of it hearing my dads voice.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you." He says across the hall and I compose myself and walk past Spencer to see him. 

My dad meets me with kind eyes and puts his arm around me, guiding me to the round table to see Section Chief Strauss and Hotch.

"What's this about.." I ask with worry in my voice. "Did I do something wrong?"

Strauss smiles softly and responds, "No, at least not to my knowledge." 

"A little birdie informed me of your interest as profiler." My dad choked in. 

My eyebrows furrow and he continues, "I had a quick talk with Erin here and we discussed a possibility of including you onto the team within some time." 

My face brightened up, "Seriously?"

Hotch comes in, "Of course you still need all the training and it may take a little while, but even as liaison you've shown evidence of having the skills to make a great profiler." 

Strauss finishes up, "You continue your time here filling in for JJ and keep up the work that you've proven as being impressive, then we can start the work on getting you set up." 

I'm pretty sure they could physically see the excitement spilling out of my pores. "Oh my gosh..thank you! Seriously this is huge, I mean, I'm so grateful." I say and the others nod knowingly. 

My dad shakes me from under his arm in congratulations and leads me out the room to leave Strauss and Hotch.

"It won't take too long, not if I have anything to do with it." My dad says mischievously.

I roll my eyes, "A little bird told you huh." 

He shrugs and we walk down to everyone else's desk as my dad goes off to the break room. Emily catches a glimpse of me and walks over, "What did Strauss want with you?" She asks with annoyance in her voice, not everyone is very um...fond of Strauss.

"Oh, nothing bad." I say, biting the smile on my face.

Emily catches up on it and cocks her eyebrow, "Mhm..you know I could always analyze you to figure it out." 

"You'll find out soon enough." I smirk and she squints her eyes with a smile. 

I look over my shoulder and see Spencer sitting at his desk attempting to hide a smile behind his fist as he's holding his head up. 

Little birdie. Right.

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Day 7: Black Cat

Shopping for tools, Halloween decorations, food, and everything in the middle, Dean and Castiel stop by Walmart. Filling their cart with everything they need and want, they make their way through the congested aisles just to wait in a long line. 

"See, I told you to make several trips instead of a one-stop shop. We've waited fifteen minutes for a clerk to open the case for your tool thing."

"It's a dremel, Cas. Plus, it's badass."

"It'll break within a week." Cas mumbles under his breath. 

"What?"

"Nothing."

When they finish paying, Cas stops the cart outside to take out his pork rinds to munch on on they way to find their car.

"No. You are not eating inside Baby, Cas. We've been over this so many times already."

Taking a big bite, he looks at Dean, "then you're going to have to wait for me to finish."

As his munching gets too annoying, Dean moves to stand. Stepping a few steps away from his husband, he sees a small group forming nearby. Dean turns to see Cas reaching into his little bag for another pork rind, oblivious to what Dean is confused about. When he looks up again, Dean nods his head in the direction of the mini commotion. Pushing the cart, they are curious as well as to what can make people form with "oooh's" and aaah's."

Not wanting to intrude too much, they stay back until they catch a glimpse of a girl and her mother sitting on the bench. 

Cas leans into Dean, "What's happening?"

"I don't know. Maybe…girl scout cookies?"

"No. They always have a sign."

When Castiel strains his neck to look over everybody, a little girl and her father comes away carrying a little white cat with blue eyes. 

"Oh that's what's going on. They're either giving away or selling some cats. Cas, no."

But Dean is too late. Cas is already inching his way through everyone. As Dean lets out a sigh, he pushes his cart until he sees his husband kneeling down into a box. 

"Dean, look."

The little girl kicks her dangling feet as she speaks, "last one. Free to a good home."

Dean peeks inside to see only one small kitten left.

"Cas, babe, we gotta go home."

The mother gives them a sympathetic look, "it's okay, we'll be here again tomorrow. Nobody wants this one; this is our third attempt giving him away. It seems nobody wants a black cat or the runt of the litter and he's both."

"Third attempt?" Cas says as he pats the head of the little cat who is trying to climb out of the box. 

"Yep. That's why we'll be back tomorrow. Mommy said we could only have the momma and one kitten. But we can't have all six."

"Hmph. Understandable." Dean says as he puts his hand on Cas' shoulder, "Babe? Sunshine?"

Cas stands and turns towards Dean with the little kitten in his arms, "Dean?"

"Cas. No."

"Dean.." Cas smiles softly down at the little bundle who's trying to attack his finger, as he gives in, letting soft teeth try to munch on his finger. 

"Please, Dean? Look at him, look at his little face. Isn't he cute?"

"He's cute, Cas but-"

"Honey?"

Dean lets out a deep sigh, "you have to stop using that on me. I can only do pet names."

"Pet? That's a sign, Dean. We need him as a pet now."

"Ugh, you'll be the death of me, Cas."

"So did we make a decision, gentlemen?" the woman asks. 

Cas kisses the top of his newest fur baby as he boops his little nose. 

Dean looks at the women, "he's made up his mind. Thank you, ladies," as he gives them each a forced smile. 

Back at home, Dean struggles getting everything in the house, making a few trips back to the Impala. Finally bringing in the last shopping bags, he shuts the door with his foot, "Yeah, it's not like I needed help, Cas!"

"I'm busy!" Cas calls from another room. 

As Dean puts all the bags in a pile on the floor, he goes in search of Cas. Spotting him near the cat tree tower, he sees him holding up the little black cat to their orange one. 

"Look, Dean, I think Claire likes him."

[megjameswrites]

Decorated my house for Yule today, so have a Christmas Supernatural drabble!

Christmas Sucks Ass

Dean Winchester/reader; Dean Winchester/ original character

Christmas has always sucked for Dean, but this one is a little bit different.

Dean stared at me, eyes hard. “What the fuck is that?”

I blinked. “What- it’s… a Christmas tree?”

“What is it doing here?”

I glanced around the hotel room, where I’d placed the very small and very cheap dollar store tabletop tree on the desk. “It’s… decorating the place?”

Everything I said was coming out as a question, and I hated it. It was the way he was staring at me, like he thought I’d suddenly been possessed by a demon and he had to kill me or something.

One time. It was one time, damn it.

Dean kept staring, clearly waiting for more information. I stared back, waiting for the same.

“Christmas is bullshit,” he finally snapped. “Me and Sammy, we didn’t get happy family holidays.”

“What, and you think I did?” I fired back with a sneer. “It doesn’t matter. It’s just a damn tree. Lighten up.”

“Lighten up? Are you-“

I tossed my hands up and interrupted him before he could really get going. “Damn it, Dean! I try to do something nice for you and you have to make it a thing! I had a surprise planned out! With Sam!”

He froze, clearly taken aback. “What?”

I crossed my arms, just as pissed now as he had been when he walked in. “Sam and I. Planned. A surprise for you. Cas helped. But you had to go and pitch a bitch fit, and now we might as well not bother.”

“I found- hello, Dean.”

I sighed as Castiel immediately hid what was in his hands. “Don’t bother. He ruined it. Where’s Sam?”

As if summoned by the power of prayer, Sam flung the door open and kicked it shut, hands full of wrapping paper and tape. “Hey, I got- shit. Dean. Hi.”

Dean glared equally at all three of us. “What are you doing? What did you do?”

Sam looked guilty for some reason, and Cas just seemed confused. I sighed, loudly.

“You always say you hate Christmas-“

“Because it sucks ass.”

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes at him and he scowled harder. His face would get stuck that way if he wasn’t careful. “You say that, but you’ve been humming Christmas songs since before Thanksgiving. We made a damn surprise. Also, every Christmas did not suck ass. Don’t blame us for you throwing away the one Christmas present you ever cared about.”

Dean flinched, and Sam looked sad. The absence of the amulet around his neck still hurt, and I’d made my point. Now I gestured to Cass, and he handed me what I’d hoped like hell he’d be able to find.

“It isn’t the same one,” I said quietly. I held out the amulet, similar but in silver instead of gold. “But we found this. Look at the back.”

Dean took it, looking like someone had hit him right between the eyes with a baseball bat, and flipped it over. On the back were our initials- mine, Sam’s, Cass’, Bobby’s, Ellen’s, Jo’s. John and Mary’s.

“We couldn’t fit names, but we got the initials in. You’ll know what it means, and we’ll all be close to your heart.” I finished speaking without looking at him, my cheeks burning.

“No chick flick moments,” Dean muttered.

“Sure,” I agreed more casually than I meant. “Whatever you say, Winchester.”

The colored lights caught on the pendant as he lifted it to put around his neck. “Christmas still sucks ass,” he said. Then he cleared his throat. “You guys don’t, though.”

[idreamofhazeleyes]

Learning Curve

Part of a giveaway through @spnfanficpond for Misha's 50th birthday.

@impala-dreamer @mrswhozeewhatsis @squirrelnotsam @idreamofplaid @winchestergirl-13

Learning Curve 

Cas’ POV 

I stood just past Aeryn’s door, perplexed by what she was saying to herself. It amazed me what humans say when they believe no one is around. She had mentioned plans to attend some sort of event in a nearby city. Something about a parade. Dean was not supportive in her going alone, but did nothing to stop her. Sam showed more support and a willingness to listen. Neither brother made plans to go with Aeryn. They seemed to know something I did not.  

I rapped on the door, causing Aeryn to spin in place at the noise. She wore an tank top with a tie dye styled blue, pink, and purple colors and shorts that came to mid thigh.  

“Hey, Cas,” she greeted. “What’s up?” 

“I heard you were going to a parade.” 

“Oh, that. It’s a pride event I’ve been wanting to attend for a while now.” She turned back to the mirror to continue working on her makeup.  

My weight shifted as I was not sure how to ask if I could go with her. There had been times in the more recent past where I had questioned myself about who to be attracted to. Ever since I defied heaven and joined Dean and Sam, I had questioned whether the mandate of heaven was right. That our orders were just no matter the cost. Then the little seeds of doubt grew when Dean showed that things were not always what they seemed. Perhaps it was then that there was some part of me that was attracted to him. That grew into something I was not willing to place a name on. 

“Cas, what is it?” Aeryn had stopped and turned to face me.  

For a moment I panicked, thinking she knew. Then I relaxed, remembering she was not a mind reader. She was smarter than most angels and demons give her credit for. Most gave her a wide berth knowing she was, in a way, marked by Death, to see someone’s moment of death.  

“Would it be possible if I came with you?” I asked. “I’ve ... I’ve heard of these events in passing and always wondered about them.” 

“Sure, you can come. Let me finish up here real quick then we can head off.” 

We left within a half hour and were at the event soon after. I scanned the crowd as Aeryn half guided me through security and cash for entry. There were a few hundred people present dressed in normal clothes to some sort of leather gear that left them mostly uncovered.  

“That’s part of being into bondage,” Aeryn explained. She must have seen my questioning gaze after the two men. “I’ll explain all of that later. It’s a ... very in depth subject.” 

“Sweetheart, I love your shirt,” a woman in passing complimented.  

“Thanks.” Aeryn’s hand moved to cover a part of her neck before she pulled it away at the last second. “I made it myself.” 

“You did a wonderful job.” The woman moved off into the crowd and we continued past the vendors.  

“When is this parade?” I questioned after a moment. 

“Tomorrow, I think. The pride event is all weekend.” She glanced at me. “What were you expecting?” 

I was not sure what to expect. I knew people celebrated being something other being attracted to the opposite gender. “Of all the things in the world, this is the area I know the least in.” 

Aeryn gave a chuckle. “Even we all don’t know everything. Like me, I know I’m attracted to both genders. Hell, I’ve been around the block with various pairings. Always got tested afterward.” 

She went on to briefly explain the different orientations. Men and women paid her compliments as we moved through the crowd. One man that seemed to be out of place insisted he buy her a drink. Something about wanting to talk. Aeryn declined and attempted to walk away. My attention was occupied by someone in a costume that was somehow anthropomorphic in nature. It was not something Aeryn mentioned. 

“You’re dead by night’s end, asshole.” Aeryn’s raised voice drew me back.  

Her body posture was one of having something spilled, or tossed, on her. She was also not a fan of announcing someone’s death privately to them, much less out loud like she just had.  

“Is there a problem?” I questioned, stepping over.  

“And who are you? Her Daddy?” the angry  man sneered. “Pervert.” 

My head tilted at the insult. Aeryn had mentioned briefly it was a role within the same community as the men in leather were.  

“And you think I’m a bitch for refusing a beer from you,” Aeryn shot back. “I have no interest in your anti gay rhetoric. Fuck off.” She turned and attempted to walk away. When her arm was grasp, Aeryn spun around, and a fist contacted the intoxicated man. “Touch me again and see what happens.” 

It was a promise. She could will the man to see how he would meet his death. Shouts carried and a few police officers appeared. Witnesses spoke up attesting that the man offered a drink, Aeryn refused, and the man took that as an insult and tossed what remained of his beer on her. She defended herself upon him grabbing her arm. Aeryn was free to go and we walked away as the police handcuffed the intoxicated man. 

“Let’s go home,” she said. “I don’t want to be walking around smelling of beer.” 

“Wait.” I stopped at a vendor booth that had shirts on display. I queried about prices and sizes of a particular shirt. The seller had the size and gave it to me for free. They must have seen Aeryn’s soaked shirt and deemed it a good deed. 

“Here.” I handed the shirt over. “It’s not as good as your tank top. You won’t be smelling of beer.” 

Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thanks, Cas. Come on, I think I saw some port a Johns’ around here.” 

Once changed, Aeryn wandered and we ended up at a stage that was playing some strange type of music. She started moving to it and joined a small group of people who were moving against each other. It was good to see she was enjoying herself. Seeing her with little care despite what she had gone through brought up feelings that had not fully been there. If I had to name one, it was love. Similar to the love I had for Dean.  

At some point my cell started ringing and I stepped away. “Hello?” 

“Hey, Cas, we got a case,” Dean said. “It’s over in Kentucky. I’m grabbing Aeryn’s things now. Think you two can meet us there? I can send coordinates.” 

I glanced at Aeryn and warred with myself. “I will see what we can do.” 

“Thanks, Cas.” The call ended before I could speak. I was not sure what I loved more; seeing Aeryn happy or Dean. 

[projectbluearcadia]

So Momifer Might Have Lied...

[ Partial Season 1 Spoilers for Obey Me!

Readers Be Warned. ]

Lucifer: Stay here. 

[simultaneous] Satan: No. Mammon: No! Beel: No. Asmo: No way! Levi: Yeah, lol nope. 

Lucifer: ...you’ve all gotten awfully bold. 

Asmo: Probably because we know you too well. 

Levi: Yeah, it’d be typical Lucifer to say he’s going out for milk and never coming back. 

Beel: Why milk?

Levi sighs. 

Levi: Nevermind. 

Lucifer: Let me put this another way. You’re all staying here, or you’re not helping me find Annelie. 

Satan: And just what are you doing that you can’t take us with? If it has to do with Annelie, we have a right to know.

Lucifer: It doesn’t. It’s just a loose end. 

His brothers stare at him with mistrust.

Mammon: Fine. Go tie up your loose ends or whatever.   

Everyone, Lucifer included, turns to Mammon with surprise. 

Mammon: What are you even waitin’ for? Time’s a wastin’, so go!

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer turns towards the House of Lamentation before he runs inside, back into the attic. 

Belphie: ...

Lucifer: ...

Belphie: ...

Lucifer: You heard everything, right?

Belphie: I wish I didn’t hear anything.

Lucifer: You know what I’m going to ask, don't you?

Belphie: I didn’t hear that much. I’m surprised enough you dared show your face again so soon.

Lucifer: Annelie is in a dreamworld space. 

Belphie: ...you have a lot of nerve, you know that?

Lucifer: You might hate me, but Annelie is an innocent demon. 

Belphie: You think I ca—

Mammon: BELPHIE?!

Lucifer: Mammon!

Belphie: Mammon?!

Lucifer: How did you even get in here? I’m certain I—

Mammon points at the heart in Lucifer’s hand, and he glances at it, confused, before his gaze finds the faint red tracery of magic lining the door to the attic. Lucifer sighs and nurses the bridge of his nose.

Lucifer: Oh, Annelie... 

Mammon: What’s he doin’ here?! I thought he was in an exchange program back in the human world?!

Lucifer: Mammon, this is not the time...

Mammon: You’ve had our brother locked up here this entire time?!

Lucifer: I can explain later. 

Mammon: IS THIS SOMETHING YOU EXPLAIN LATER?!

Lucifer: ...

Belphie seems to be enjoying the show. 

Lucifer: There were... circumstances. It’s too complicated for me to explain right now. Believe me; I didn’t do it because I wanted to. 

Mammon: ...

Belphie: Yeah, right. You all made your choice. 

Annelie: I know I’m a little late to the conversation, and this might be a bit of a bad time, but can you hear me?

Lucifer: What? Yes, of course. 

Mammon: Oi, Annie! Can you hear us?

Annelie: I can hear you, Mammon. Though it’s a bit difficult. I was wondering what on earth you could be keeping up that stairwell, but your little brother? Seriously? 

Lucifer: Annelie, I don’t need criticism from you right now. 

Annelie: Yeah, sorry, that’s off-topic. I don’t know how long I can hold this connection, but I don’t have much to go on here. The only things with me here are the note that weird god-demon-thing left with me and an old-fashioned grandfather clock that won’t stop its infernal damn ticking. The stupid antique is indestructible. 

Lucifer: What you gave me already is more than enough; the realm of ideation is something Belphegor can explore freely. 

Annelie: I was kind of hoping you’d give me some pointers on busting my way out of here. 

Mammon: Tried kicking the wall?

Annelie: What’d he say?

Lucifer: Brute force would be her first thought, Mammon. 

Annelie: For your information, I used my head first before I lost my patience, you ass. 

Lucifer: Haha. 

Annelie: You—You’re trying to get a rise out of me?!

Lucifer: Sorry; I had to hear the sass in your voice to know it was you. 

Annelie: Remind me why I love you again?

Lucifer: Because you would never settle for any less than the best. 

Annelie: Your pride is disgusting. 

Lucifer: I miss you. 

Annelie: ...damn you. 

Lucifer: Too late for that. 

Belphie: This is actually disgusting. 

Mammon: You said it. 

Annelie: Says the man who says my name in his sleep.  

Mammon flushes red. 

Lucifer: He what?

Annelie: Wait, you didn’t know about that? Whoops. Sorry, Mammary.

Mammon: IT WAS ONE TIME!

Annelie: Not the last time I checked. 

Lucifer: We’re going to have a long talk after Annelie’s home. 

Belphie: You sound so confident when I have zero intention of helping. 

Mammon: What? Why not?

Belphie: Why should I?

Mammon: Because Annie’s family! 

Belphie: Like that means anything to you. 

Mammon flinches like he’s just been slapped.  

Annelie: Belphegor, was it? I’m not going to ask what happened, because I don’t think I’m going to get anything out of anyone unless I grill Lucifer while he’s half-insane with lust—

Belphie: Ew. 

Annelie: —but for as stupid as your brothers are, you should know that the one thing they all care about is each other. Particularly Lucifer and Mammon. Both of them would endure literally anything if it means they can protect everyone else. For the Devildom’s sake, just the other day, Lucifer spent hours upon hours negotiating with the exhausted RAD staff just so they’d get off Mammon’s back, despite the fact that he had plenty of other work to do.

Lucifer: You don’t have to say such unnecessary things.

Annelie: You think Mammon doesn’t know already? Anyway, Belphegor, I don’t know what happened, and I don’t care. I care about these morons too much to listen to you insult their core values. 

Belphie: ...you realize I’m the only one here who can get you out of there, right?

Annelie is silent for several moments. 

Annelie: To be honest, I have my doubts that I’ll ever see Lucifer again. I’m probably sacrificing part of my life just talking. If I never see him again, I’d rather die knowing that I tried to do what I think I should do rather than just let myself be dictated by someone’s expectations. 

Belphie: ...give the heart to me. 

Lucifer looks down at it, then at Belphie. 

Belphie: I’ll find her for you. Give it here. 

[simultaneous] Lucifer & Annelie: Why do I feel like you’re going to throw it on the ground?

Annelie: Hexed. You owe me a coffee. 

Lucifer: Who taught you that ridiculous... nevermind. 

Belphie: Well, it’s either me or she dies, right?

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer looks down at the heart again before he gives it to Belphegor.

[ronearoundblindly]

The Stark Legacy (13)

Summary: Tony leaves for a long-term, interstellar mission.

Warnings for meh lousy parenting. Tony is still struggling. Rated Teen/Mature so 15+ only, please! Short chapter. WC ~1k

Deflection, part of Book Two: Mind (see previous or series)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN—July 2038

Tony couldn’t really focus on just one piece of the globe below, a vast marble rippled with land and sea, oasis and desert, life and death. The Avengers’ Satellite Station had launched only six years ago; it had taken that long to recover his wits and the integral structure that had exploded with…Pepper. This orbiting bulk was the reason her Memorial Garden had taken so long to build, and his mourning was the reason this orbiting bulk had taken another half-dozen years.

Orbit had its advantages, however, because it’s easier to notice a massive, red sinkhole leading to hell when staring down upon it. They may have never seen Mephisto coming from inside the Earth if not for being able to view a thousand miles within the space of an arm against the thick, triple pane fiberglass. That didn’t prepare Tony for who he would, and wouldn’t, see down there. Ever since Wanda had cut him off from such vivid experiences with Pepper, Tony lost so many of the minuscule details that kept her feeling real, kept her close to him. The delayed slipping away of his memory felt all the more tragic, for he had truly lost Pepper Potts long before he gave up on her. Loss seemed as inevitable as the rotation of the Earth below. You could change perspective to keep seeing what you wanted, but the surface would never stop moving away from your gaze.

Tony could sense a tentative presence at the door. He dropped his crossed, contemplative arms, turning to invite Maria inside. “What is it, Hill?”

The agent entered, holding up a slim file.

“It’s from the watch list. He was first mentioned in our interrogation of Simon Marshall, a pharmaceutical terrorist trying to create an ingestible drug to produce super soldiers…and he managed to alter several people. The unfortunate side effect was also to turn them into psychopaths.”

“To be fair, he probably just nudged them there,” Tony allowed. “Gimme.” He snatched the file from the agent. “Lem-u-el Dor-cas?” he snorted. “That is officially one of the worst names I’ve ever heard. It’s not even a syllable—it’s a letter away from Doctor Dorks. Are people trying to make us not take them seriously? What’s this guy done that’s so bad, eh?”

“He may have been behind the stolen shipment of bio-samples last year.”

“Two letters away from Dork-Ass. I mean…come on. At least Klaue could be, ya know,” Tony looked up with outstretched fingers on an ominously tense hand, “scary, sorta.” 

“Stark, this doctor has not only been linked to Professor Marshall but has also been linked to some created mutants. Unfortunately we do not have much information on those individuals or their abilities yet. We only know these were not given a little pill. Best guess so far is genetic manipulation.”

Tony shut the file and tossed it onto the nearest table. “Easy. Have Point Break electrocute him and send me the crispy bits. Next.” He looked around the lab, pushing some useless part over.

“That’s the thing, sir. Thor is currently off world helping the Guardians with annihilation—” she checked the file, “—Annihilus, ’scuse me, so you’re going to take the lead on this—”

“Are we trapped down there?” Tony gestured back to the view-ports.

Maria, after years of practice, snapped back and forth between Tony’s mangled thoughts easily. “We have protection, sir, more than most. You’ve put quite a bit of armor around the world now.”

“Yes, but how will people get away,” Tony whispered, “if I’ve locked them on a dying rock.”

“Sir?”

Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. Build a wall and moat to keep the enemy out, and still all you’ve done is kept your loved ones in the crosshairs and the target on your forehead. He thought of a promise he once made Pepper. “Hill, why didn’t you have kids?” He blurted after a bright bit of light in Florida caught his eye. Maria replied with a touchy and annoyed expression. He continued, “if you’d had children, at what age would Disneyland be out of the question?”

Maria hesitated, confused, but Tony did not let her form an answer before trying to dismiss the wayward thought. “Nevermind.”

“Sir, Sam may not—”

“So Dorkmeister-Flex is where exactly now?”

“The bad doctor was last credibly identified in Morocco. The Atlantian King Namor is concerned at that proximity to his nation.”

“So what you’re saying is I get to go on a lovely vacation and possible Safari hunt?”

“Stark—”

“Don’t worry. I won’t raid the mini-bar this time.” Tony launched into the air and via comms added, “and keep the missions coming. Friday will keep a running tab.”

“Of course, sir,” his AI promptly answered.

“Tony,” Maria jumped in before Stark could swivel quickly out of the room and ditch the station’s monotony, “Sam Wilson woke up.”

“Duh,” Tony brushed, tapping his glasses, “Friday is keeping me apprised.”

“And I’d say she’s too old.”

“I update her regularly.”

“Samantha, Tony, for Disney,” Maria clarified, but Tony didn’t miss a beat.

“On second thought,” he said, “I think Thor and Quill may need some adult supervision. You know how their pissing contests can get,” he twiddled his fingers in front of him, “messy.”

She held up the file, wiggling it to keep him on track.

“T’Challa can handle that, land and sea united and all. I’m contacting—what did Quill call this new ship?—Blondie?” Tony disappeared in the space-safe, modified quinjet. He had a fleeting thought that perhaps he should make a pitstop on Sakaar and take a break from the relentless passage of time. Time only served to remind him of what he’d missed and could never have back.

[Ch 14: Rusted]

[Main Masterlist]

[readychilledwine]

Hi! You seem so nice and super sweet. I have some questions to know you! You remind me of a big sister, oh my god something about you is so comforting. :) Anyways, I live in California but I've only lived here for around 7 months. You mentioned before you love coming here, but can I have some places that would be nice to go on vacation? I feel super cooped up in my apartment and want to have a fun time outdoors or something. Thank you! <3

That's seriously so sweet and made me tear up a little bit! Thank you ❤️

We've spent a lot of time in a few different spots in CA, so hopefully, I mention one location near you! The obvious to all of this is beach and book. We are two beach bums when we can be, but I'll hit a few of the cities we've stayed at!

Oceanside is our go to. We like the location, due to military relations so its kind of the perfect spot for us because ✨️family✨️ If you are near that area, the beach at night is so quiet and perfect if you love seashell hunting. Oceanside also has street food/fair events, several cute metaphysical shops, and a few really good restaurants. One of them is a rooftop/desktop outdoor situation, it overlooks the docking area there, and at sunset is stunning.

In the San Diego area, I love going to Balboa Park. There's several gardens that are cheap or free to go to. During November to December, one of them is filled with gorgeous variations of poinsettias. There's also a ton of museums there, cultural houses to peep at, and gorgeous architecture. There's also a shopping area that's cute for giggles to just walk around. It's called Seaport Village. They used to have a shop just FILLED with coffee mugs. I loved it 😅

Heading north a little bit to LA where my partner is from. He grew up near skid row and has pretty vivid nightmares still about his kidhood there, so we tend to avoid the downtown area. When we do go, he always takes me to The Last Bookstore (some of you may recognize the name, it is the one you're thinking), it is just an experience. They sell antique books, collector's editions, and rare first editions along with new books. They have MAGICAL displays made from books. Griffith Park is also very beautiful with lots of things to go to. I'm a fan of anywhere with a botanic and butterfly garden 😅 and that brings me to our favorite spot in LA (minus the beach and hiking in Griffith Park) The Huntington Library. It's a library, botanic garden, and art museum all in one. It is 100% for me and not for him. He loves me dearly, and I am spoiled. There's obviously a lot of other things to do in LA (Disney, Orlando studios, ect), but we've been waiting to explore and experience those things until we had Littles to enjoy them with.

Popping between LA and San Fran is Sequoia National Park. If you are going to go and have never been, plan for a few days. It's... almost like breathtaking how small you realize you really are there.

San Francisco is kind of just... I wish I could describe it as something other than home feeling, considering I'm a midwest farm girl, but it has this magical home calling. We have a main thing we really like to do, and it's a little pricy (but not as pricy as the next location ive been treated to). He loves to see Alcatraz. 😅 he's obsessed. Otherwise it is a LOT of hiking and just trying new food places there. I just really love the vibes there for some reason.

Napa Valley I consider its own place, and it holds the most special place in my heart. He took me there for my 25th birthday. It is pricy, but wine country is so just relaxing. We stayed at this hotel, and we literally just walked out of our rooms patio door and into the vineyard. Im not 100% sure how much our week there was, but he told me not to expect anything for Christmas or valentines that year 😅

If you want really hot and in land Cali, my brothers and baby daddy went to Death Valley for a few days. They started the trip there, then went to Vegas (youngest brother's 21st birthday). My older brother said it was unbelievably hot (literally duh my sweet summer child), but he said the 4 days the 3 of them were there was a lot of fun. They did a lot of trail hiking and drank a lot of water. They all do not regret the choice to check it out. I was not invited on the boys' trip, so I didn't get to go 😑 I'm not salty AT ALL I didn't plan the trip for them or anything 🤣

If you're looking to get out of California, Colorado. Find your soul in Colorado. I highly recommend Georgetown. Not too far from Denver, not so high up in the mountains you have to anxious about snowfall and getting trapped, and I'll just attach the view from the hike into the mountains we went on.

I will push Colorado to anyone needing to get away and get into nature if it is in their budget ❤️ I've never found a town in Colorado I didn't think was stunning.

If you want to stay on the West Coast, Oregon. We went to Crater Lake National Park. One word, Ethereal. A little busy, but so so worth it.

No matter where you go, if you're getting into nature and needing to re-center your soul, find a creek with running water and just put your hands or feet in it, or get into the ocean (to where you're comfortable) and just let yourself have a moment of silence. Water is purifying and healing. It's one of the most powerful elements in our world, and it is where I find the strongest connection to Mother Nature ❤️

Let me know if you want more travel spots!

[princesademian]

Castiel is going back and forth on the tree’s swing. All he can hear is the soft singing of the birds on the backyard.

Suddenly, tearing the silence, Cas hears tires on the asphalt. He smiles fondly and gets up, heading to the interior of the house. As he walks to the door, the whistle of his name becomes clearer. Once again, a soft, but even happier smile appears on his face.

The blue-eyed man opens the door and standing there, carefree, is a pair of beautiful green eyes. “Whistling my name”, he thinks.

— Cas.

— Dean. — He responds and let the new arriver come in.

So familiarized with the place, Dean walks directly to the kitchen and grabs a beer.

Cas in standing on the door frame, watching him.

— COD? — Dean asks, to what Cas agrees.

Both of them are on the living room, Cas on the sofa and Dean right on his feet drinking his long neck.

Castiel is wearing a cyan polo shirt, which matches his livid eyes. He pays attention in the game, trying to understand, for the fifth time, how exactly it works.

Dean, otherwise, wears a red flannel shirt and heavy boots.

They are so used to it. Meeting every afternoon. Waking up and the other’s face being the first thing they see in the day. Talking until the sleep beats them.

The sun is so hot outside; it’s one of these summers. However, a fresh breeze runs into the house and the tree’s shadows make the place a little bit cooler.

Cas is flushing as he watches Dean’s neck and hair. And he blushes even more when suddenly Deans leans back to kiss him, pushing Cas to the floor with him.

— I won. — Dean says happily.

— You are the best! — Cas whispers as he puts his hands on Dean’s back, trying to stand up.

— I am, right!?

One second before he closes his eyes for eternity, Cas dreams.

[…]

— It's you, it's you. — Cas says all at once. — It’s all for you… everything I do. — He points to his own chest.

In the next moment, Dean’s face is in between Cas’s hands.

The green-eyed man looks so fragile and exposed. So weak, differently from his usual.

— I tell you all the time. — Cas whines.

It is so hard for the angel to understand the feelings of the Earth’s man. He knows he loves him; so what is the big deal?

He can’t tell but, looking in those green eyes, which usually looks clear but now seen insurmountable, Castiel feels that there is something he can’t change.

And this makes him want to cry; he can change so many things, he can create and destroy. He can save people from hell. But why he can’t make someone loves him? No, it is not that, he thinks, why he can’t admit what he feels?

— Heaven is a place on Earth with you.

And this make Dean cries.

Because our hands are always almost touching, Cas thinks, but we never hold them. And we both know, honey pie, we both know;

— I have fallen from grace because of you, Dean. I gave everything for you!

“They say the word was made for two”, Castiel heard this from a singer named Carmen on his first days on Earth. He didn’t understood it and got even more confused when she added, in a low drunk tone, only worth living if somebody is loving you.

“How could it be?”, he thought back then, that living is only worth it if there is love?

And then it happened. And he got it. Deep on his heart, soul and mind. In every corner of his body, in every material that composed him.

The earthly Dean Winchester.

The nights hunting things, “family business”, Dean used to say. An important job, he said. But, oh, what he truly loved were the easy nights singing in old bars, playing pool and wild darts. All those posters of old stars, blurred by the time; how nostalgic he felt. It matched him, he thought.

Dean would stare at these posters in some fucked up dreamy way. As if he would, or wanted to, die young and this is how people would see and remember him: a beautiful happy smile frozen in time. Still beautiful, still Dean Winchester, people would think.

For Cas, otherwise, it was about how content Dean was. The half hugs, while drunk, that Dean gaved him. Oh, Cas looking up the skies — thinking of his old home, trying to see it — and him came, hugged him from back and told him to go back inside. And Castiel went, always.

(…)

And then, Dean was looking so confused while listening to Cas’s speech.

— Why does this sound like a goodbye?

He couldn’t shed a tear for how disassociated he was. It was not happening and it couldn’t be a goodbye.

— Because it is. — And, in Cas eyes, there where tears.

“This can’t be happening”, Dean thinks as in a pray.

— I love you.

Total silence. Dean’s mind is blank; but his whole body is cold and weak. “I love you too”, a tiny, but convinced voice, says inside of Dean.

But it is too late, he is already on the floor and a disgusting black goop is revolving Castiel. The last thing he does is smile fondly at Dean.

(…)

The flames are consuming his body.

And he sees nothing.

(…)

There is blood coming out from his mouth; and a huge pain on his chest.

Carmen’s voice echoes softly in his head:

They say that the world was built for two

Only worth living if somebody is loving you

And, baby, now you do.

He closes his eyes for the last time.

[dankusner]

Starck opening — invite [with Stevie Nicks...]

Some kind of mischief

The Starck Club: Memories of ecstasy, lifelong friendships and what went down in those famously large bathrooms

The Starck Club was a Studio 54 for a city still shaking off its reputation as the home of J.R. Ewing.

A warehouse in the West End designed by French architect Philippe Starck, the place came to define the decadent mid-’80s before AIDS struck and ecstasy became illegal.

In anticipation of the sold-out Starck Club 40th Anniversary Reunion today at the Kessler, we spoke to two people who were there, captured in this photo from 1987.

George Baum, 21 (now 58)

I was one of the few straight guys who worked the door.

I was dating a server there, but every night I was covered in lipstick.

I’d get pocketfuls of paper with people’s names on it.

I’d gone to a boys school in New England, and I’d met girls working in record stores, but nothing like this.

It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

We had a downstairs room that opened up on Sundays when the club was slower, and people entered through steps on the outside.

The stairwell was covered, but the steps led to open air, so those drips on the wall are probably rain.

There were drugs in the club, and probably every club in the ’80s, but it wasn’t a free-for-all.

People would pour cocaine on a table, and they’d get kicked out.

But there were bathrooms with these massive stalls.

You could have a party in there.

Did people have sex in the bathrooms?

I mean, it was a very stimulating place, and we were all young and didn’t have any worries.

Sex was at the top of everyone’s mind.

I remember Cheryl.

She was part of a regular group I liked a lot.

I think this picture is a friendly greeting.

She’s clearly telling me something, but I have no idea what.

I heard all kinds of things.

I worked at Starck until it closed in 1989.

It wasn’t making the money it had, and it was replaced by a terrible nightclub called DV8.

I worked for them, but you had to ask to go to the bathroom.

We had these comp cards to give to women, and they’d grade women on a scale of 1-10 and pay you based on that, which was disgusting even then.

Luckily, they shut down soon after they opened.

Starck was just an exceptional club: the philosophy, the people, the music, the creativity of the people. I’ve never seen anything like it since.

Cheryl Sharp, 20 (now 57)

I remember George being sweet and sort of shy, and I always gave him a hug.

I’m probably telling him some big secret in this picture.

My hair looks like a crimped curling iron nightmare.

It probably cost more than my rent.

That’s not my natural color, I can tell you that.

My roommate Truett Pool and his mother had dressed me that night in a little tankini from Contempo Casuals with bike shorts and stockings.

I was like, OK!

It was a Sunday fun day.

Truett was the first person I met from Starck.

He was on the dance floor with his mom, a hot little number in all leather, just adorable.

He introduced me to some of his friends, and I’m still close with those people to this day.

My college in Arkansas had been very preppy, very sorority-oriented.

I moved to Dallas that year because the economy was better but also because of Starck.

From day one, it felt like a place I belonged.

My mom used to say it was a cult, because every time I came home, I was wearing a Starck Club shirt, but it wasn’t.

Although I did leave one Christmas Eve and drive six hours to go to the afterparty.

I think ecstasy should be in the water.

Wasn’t it originally for couples’ therapy?

It changed my life.

It made me more open, happy and accepting, and I think that’s where our deep friendships came from.

By 1987, I didn’t see anyone selling drugs at the bar, but I did tip the bartender Mike $20 for water so I could be on his guest list.

It was a wild time, yes, but an inclusive, fun time.

The regularly bootlegged design for a Grace Jones performance from July 1989. Hynds says you can tell which shirts are fake because they have “Grace Jones” in black lettering instead of clear.