#i just wanna know when the archangels learned what crowley looks like

[ineffable-romantics]

"The demon who now?"

[aucoba]

Ep 5

"Can I waatch??"

I'm so weak I would have said yes at the "there will be sandwiches"

Oh god scared for a sec that I had missed the fez scene in ep 4 but it's actualy in the 5th! First doctor who theme when aziraphale mentions his doctor who annual! Noice

Crowley just "watching" letting his angel entertain him ❤️

Aziraphale actually giving away a book for humans... It breaks my heart knowing he will give away his bookshop if it means he can make the world better... He is changing

MAGIC SHOP

David Tennant putting on the fez we all saw it we all love it, Crowley just be vibing

SHAX'S SPEECH after watching s1 again I realised they were trying to recreate the same speech used before they thought they were going to fight for Armageddon!

That demon that always gets killed. I love them. What a role to put on your resume : "played a demon who gets killed - but not just once, more like Everytime they needed to show demons are mean"

French aziraphale is amazing. I'm French. I love it. I wanna speak French with him to help him learn French, he is so dedicated. His "six horre tronte". Don't act like you're not smitten with that Crowley, you know you love it

Aziraphale liking to do things the hard way

Nina calling them out as gay in s1 and again in s2

"civic obligation" yeah right, gonna make him go back to heaven this idiot

"he's far too pure, just an angel... I KnOw" you poor lover demon

I've been thinking about it for a moment now, but in the generic Crowley is always the one leading the way while aziraphale follows him (except when he puts on the magician act, here he aziraphale is waiting for Crowley who walks to him)... Interesting knowing how it'll end

Crowley whistling to get his angel attention and go drink a glass together with a rose on the table

"smitten. You're being siLlY"

THERE'S A HEART WITH C+A on the chalk board (someone else showed it to me but it's nice to see it too now)

Crowley processing his feelings and confronting Jim for his behaviours trying to destroy aziraphale

"looking at where the furniture isn't" I love this line.

I thought it was weird archangel's didn't know you can't make people fall in love miraculously but they don't know how people fall in love so actually it tracks they are so far away from what they should protect and do (you hear this "entrepreneurs"???)

PREPARATIONS FOR THE BALL

Wait and see obviously

Wait just realising this all gathering, it's aziraphale "playing" with the humans, controlling their clothes, and the way they speak and what they do and how they feel... He is actually playing god here. Scary.

Crowley sensing the waves of demonic legion, so aware of his universe

The magic shop owner spouse / Jim's outfit / aziraphale being so extra while Nina is having a mental breackdown

Mr Brown has the same newspaper!!

ADemons wearing chirurgical masks is so sweet

Nina questioning everything... The way the acts is sublime : being under the influence of aziraphale and still fighting it, you can see it all

JIM'S CHEEKS

AZIRAPHALE'S FACE WHEN HE'S ABOUT TO ASK CROLEY OUT FOR A Dance AND YOU CAN SEE THEM IN THE BACKGROUND WHEN WE'RE BACK ON NINA AND MAGGIE

The demons being bad at spelling and Maggie misspelling in the first ep (was it 'cause of emotions or does she have a secret??)

Jim's coat going ////////'' '' ''! //'' '' ::///'' '' '

Just realising once again, what Crowley works on comes back to bite him in the ass lmao as always, he can't do anything without being annoyed by it later

Crowley's imagination giving him the power to improve and invent a whole administrative stupid rule to save lives

Their reaction to mister Brown getting killed

Aziraphale trying to make people forget everything but it fails... Will this happen again when he tries to rule heaven? Will he panic under pressure?

Shax bringing crowley's mail, I love how they think

End of ep 5,crowley goes to heaven by tricking mûrie and we know how ep 6 ends... (I fucking hope aziraphale is pulling a trick!!!!)

Rewtaching Good omens S2 here we go :

Ep 1 :

Aziraphale saying he forgives Maggie for not paying rent 'cause he is "very good at forgiving things, and it' s his favorite thing" - yes that's me dying in the background of foreshadowing

I already saw it the first time but crowley's paper has an article on taddfield being a wonderful place to live in

Crowley wondering what the point is into creating the universe only to stop it Vs after armagedon't, Crowley wondering what's the point of heaven and hell's existence

John ham's ass

Extreme sanction aka book of life... [suspicious]

Aziraphale becoming defensive the second gab's talks about how it feels to be in love

"the something terrible" that might not happen to you in A. Z. FELL bookshop

Why do Crowley not like it when you call and appear mysteriously at the same time? What's wrong with that?

Soon to be 'named Jim saying "you' re funny I love you", sends me to heaven

And the little fly (I did see and hear it the first time, just love the detail)

WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THE QUOTE ON THE MATCH BOX oh and it's "Job"!

Aziraphale turning on his left when Crowley enters the coffeshop and then saying how nice it is to tell someone about his good deeds now that he isn't reporting to upstairs... Missing heaven??

bohemian rhapsody in the background in the coffeshp ❤️ (I didn't notice the first time)

Crowley calming down, not by eating the eaglecakes but by going outside, tryong to do a human technique before casting lightning - I wish I could do that

Muriel my love

Archangel in front of a material object will never be funny to me

Beelzebub going out of their way to get their boyfriend back

The book of life again and how things might have never existed... Sending Crowley on a "lover boy" driving to his angel

The teeny-tiny miracle bit is still brilliant

Ep 2

Aziraphale and Crowley being workers from ennemies company, just chatting, trying to both do their job. So mundane.

THERE ARE BIRDS FLYING AWAY AFTER CROWLEY DESTROYED THE GOATS

Aziraphale not asking questions, simply saying "killing kids! That can't be right", acting like... Almost has if he is acting as the devil's advocate when interacting with his boss ("job liked his old children... What we could is..." so powerful)

Miracles to make places accessible is such an awesome idea

Gabriel being unnoticeable although he shoves a Terry prachett book into the archangel's faces

Jim using "the wicked bible" to try and kill the fly, what the heck is up with that! Gab the fly must be so chocked by how dumb he is ("the beauty part is that it never works)

Poor aziraphale, that's too much stress for him

"we're never going to the pub" flirt

Mister Brown holds a metro paper saying "Nebraska woman taught duck to play accordeon" and I hope Crowley is the Nebraska woman

"Maggie has a... Pash. And doesn't know how to conduct a courtship" YOU DON'T SAY, AZIRAPHALE

Wait, aziraphale can lie to the archangel's about miracling people falling in love, and knows it wouldn't actually work, but the archangels don't know it wouldn't work??

Invoke fiction properly - Jane austen being cooler than I thought she could ever be - SHE HAD BALLS - "people would gather and then realise they had misunderstood each other and that they were actually deeply in love" I need s3 to have a ball with this happening for our happy ending

Aziraphale being si excited about the clue and doing the same little dance Everytime he sings it

Hearing god's voice when Jim remembers Gabriel and Crowley knowing Jim can do better

The schuhite visiting to check up on the kids

Aziraphale "thinking" about what god's want while Crowley questions it

"may god forgive you" after Crowley does the bad guy act... And then putting his faith in crowley's words that he will not kill the kids

Aziraphale eating for the first time in the middle of a storm, as if he had been starving for ever

God answering job's questions by asking him if he ever paid any attention to everything god ever created, if he realises how insignificant and powerless he is

Crowley stopping job's wife to curse god 'cause "that never ends well"

Aziraphale and Crowley doing an improv scene magic trick to bring back the children and it working 'cause the archangels are too ignorant

Aziraphale feeling like he is failing as an angel when he lies to save humans... Him trying to cope with grey morales for the first time VS now owning the fact that the heavenly hierarchy was awful

Nina saying her partner was "not impressed" for not meeting her insane expectations... Makes me think of heaven's style of monitoring

"what car" "our car" "we don't share a car"

Gabriel rearranging the books, reading the first line of the book Muriel read at the end... And the bible is on the same shelf - and then pride and prejudice incipit-- and then good omens book incipit

Cut to depressed aziraphale in the past with depressed music

This scene... I will have to watch it again and again... It's the first and only time I think we've ever seen aziraphale feel so guilty : he feels guilty for lying, but not for the lie in itself. And Crowley offers him acceptation (rather than forgiveness) : if there's nothing to forgive then there's never been anything wrong. So we can just be, next to one another. And still the scene ends with Crowley referring to his demonic nature, as if they can't escape what the world made them to be

[lady-divine-writes]

31 Days of Ineffables - “To Love, Nourish, and Protect” (Rated PG13)

Summary: A disastrous batch of chocolate chip cookies and a heartbroken apology lead Aziraphale to wonder why Crowley has suddenly decided to go all house-husband on him. (1462 words)

Notes: Written for @drawlight's '31 Days of Ineffables' prompt 'cookies'.

Read on AO3.

“Merry Christmas. I’m sorry.”

Crowley throws a plate of cookies down in front of Aziraphale, then stomps a step back. The plate bounces off the wood, depositing crumbs onto the tablecloth. Aziraphale looks at it, blinking in surprise.

“Well, that’s … uh …” Aziraphale examines his demon’s sour face, but with no answers to be found there, he turns his attention to the cookies, observing them without touching them. They seem to be plain, old, regular, chocolate chip cookies: a little thin, a might bit dark and crisp around the edges, but otherwise serviceable as cookies go. He can’t imagine what Crowley could be apologizing for. “And why exactly are you sorry?”

“I’m sorry because I’m a failure.”

Aziraphale jerks upright, sits straighter, boundlessly confused by this whole ordeal. “Are you a failure because you’ve done something, dear, and then made cookies to apologize?”

“I’m a failure because I can’t do anything!” Crowley spits. “Even something simple, something humans do every day, like baking a frickin’ batch of chocolate chip cookies! Those are failure cookies, Aziraphale!” Crowley wraps his arms around his chest, hugging himself to the point of contortion. Failure cookies? That should be a clue. Aziraphale knows. However, he’s still having a difficult time understanding.

“Could I … would it be all right if I try one?” he asks. “See for myself. I’m sure they’re quite good.” Aziraphale leans low, takes a sniff, and op!

Okay.

There might be a problem.

From the outset, they smell like delicious, albeit slightly overdone, cookies. But after the aroma travels through his sinuses to the back of his throat, he can definitely sense something there. Not something bad. Just something not … right.

Sharp.

Pungent.

Off-putting.

Evil.

Not demonic evil, per se. Crowley didn’t curse the cookies. He just … may have gone a little off recipe.

“It’s your funeral.” Crowley rolls his eyes towards the window, and Aziraphale suspects guiltily that something about his expression, something he didn’t do on purpose, gave his assessment away. He immediately smiles, a bit too brightly, and Crowley adds a tut to his side-eye glare. The angel reaches for a cookie. He picks one up carefully and breaks it in half. It comes apart in two pieces with a satisfying snap. Aziraphale’s smile becomes more genuine. That’s a good sign. He looks at the fractured portion. Nice division of air bubbles, even ratio of chips to cookie.

All good things.

Excitedly, he puts the cookie half to his mouth and bites into it.

And that’s where the good things end.

The second the cookie hits his tongue, his mouth floods with saliva, his body attempting to wash away the tang of savory which overwhelms the sweet, so much so that if no one told him he was eating a cookie, he’d think he was biting into an exceptionally thin slice of burnt olive loaf, with chocolate chips in place of pimentos.

Aziraphale feels Crowley watching him so he schools his face and shuts his eyes, trying to decide on the best course of action to avoid any more hurt feelings. He breathes in through his nose to eliminate the flavor, but it doesn’t help. In fact, the circulation of air seems to accentuate it.

So he decides on a different route of analyzing this cookie - by stretching his angelic powers and trying to divine why? Why the cookies? Why has Crowley suddenly, after centuries of eating at restaurants and never once entering a kitchen for anything other than a bottle of wine from the fridge, decided he needs to learn to cook?

But it hasn’t only been the cooking.

Crowley tried his hand at sewing the other day, too - to fix one of the buttons on Aziraphale’s coat when he noticed the threads holding it to the fabric had begun to fray. He accidentally ended up sewing the coat closed, but it was a valiant first effort if Aziraphale says so himself.

And that’s another thing.

All of these little experiments at domesticity have been aimed at Aziraphale – fixing Aziraphale’s coat, trimming Aziraphale’s hair (a disaster deserving of its own sitcom), baking Aziraphale cookies. Crowley started off by tidying Aziraphale’s bookshop, which he’d been so expert at, Aziraphale couldn’t find half his belongings without magic for days.

But Crowley has his own flat to clean. And his car. Why is he so focused on Aziraphale? When had it started?

What were they doing when this began?

Well, the very first thing Crowley did for him was to clean his bookshop.

Cleaning is a nervous tick he has, something he does to calm down.

They’d been drinking before that. And talking. Reminiscing. Crowley had made a joke – a tongue-in-cheek comment about shame we didn’t invite the archangels to the wedding. To rub it in their faces sort of thing. And Aziraphale had said …

What did he say?

He doesn’t remember.

But he knows he’d made mention of Sandalphon punching him in the stomach because that’s when the atmosphere in the bookshop changed.

Crowley had gone sober.

His eyes went completely yellow.

And his claws came out.

“Wot? When did that happen? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was hardly worth mentioning after all was said and done. Considering Adam turned back time, it probably didn’t even happen.” It was a pathetic excuse for a joke.

And it didn’t land well.

But his next comment … that’s the one that should have stayed in his mouth, never made it past his tongue.

“Besides, why do you care?”

Crowley’s face had turned so bright red, it made his hair look positively pink in comparison.

“I’m your husband! It’s my job to take care of you! Christ! Even the humans get to do that for one another!”

“Well, you were hardly my husband then, so you can put it behind you!” Aziraphale had said. He wasn’t angry at Crowley. He’d simply wanted to end the argument as his own anger and humiliation over the memory had started to get the better of him. To be honest, he adored the idea that his husband wanted to take care of him. To protect him.

And that’s what these cookies are all about.

And the haircut and the sewing.

Yes, Crowley had nearly shorn off all of Aziraphale’s hair, sewn his favorite coat closed, and made these cookies, chock full of ingredients that probably have no business being together, but they were done out of a need.

A need to nourish.

A need to comfort.

A need to protect.

A need to express love.

Needs that Crowley has that’ve begun to overwhelm him. That he’s having a difficult time adjusting to.

With a regretful breath in, Aziraphale starts to understand.

Crowley is trying to take care of him.

And he feels like he’s failing.

“Oh my dear,” Aziraphale mutters around his mouthful of cookie.

“Yes?” Crowley says, and it breaks Aziraphale’s heart how skeptical he sounds.

Aziraphale opens his eyes. “These are, without a doubt, the best cookies I’ve ever eaten in my entire 6000 plus years.”

Crowley’s eyes light up. “You mean … they taste good?”

“Oh no, my dear.” Aziraphale coughs when a rogue piece of cookie breaks off from the rest and makes its way down his throat. He turns his head, tastefully spits what’s left into his napkin. “They taste atrocious. No one in their right mind should ever eat these.”

Crowley frowns, his smile dropping so fast it’s both impressive and comical in its delivery. “Gee. Thanks.”

“But …” Aziraphale stands from his chair and wraps his arms around his demon’s waist “… that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t welcome these cookies on my table every day for the remainder of my existence. They came from you, and they’re full of your love for me. Ergo, they’re my favorite.”

“Then you’re welcome … I guess,” Crowley says, hiding a smile in the corners and crevices of his pouting.

“Just don’t offer them to the children when they come ‘round.” Aziraphale rises on tiptoe and gives Crowley a kiss on the cheek.

“Wouldn’t think of it,” Crowley says, grinning like the bastard he is, all but telling his husband that that’s exactly where he intends on the rest of the batch going. “Do you wanna know what my secret is?”

“What, my dear?”

“Allspice.”

Aziraphale’s face goes pale. He peeks over his shoulder at the sienna-brown cookies, his mouth watering again with what remains of their savory aftertaste. “All … spice?”

“Yeah. Allspice. I mean, why do you have to use any other spice when all the spices you’ll ever need are in one bottle? Seems ridiculous that no one else has figured it out yet, if you ask me.”

Aziraphale shakes his head. “Dear Lord …”

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Time to Waste 6

Good Omens

A/n: smut warning 

Link to Chapter 5 

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader and Crowley x Aziraphale 

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“So are you going to tell us what’s wrong or should we start guessing?”

Crowley asked. It was astounding to you that he hadn’t put two and two together. Both Gabriel and Aziraphale were watching you closely.  Aziraphale’s eyes widened. 

“Y/n…”

You  took a breath. This was getting to be ridiculous! All three of these celestial beings would soon put together what was going on! It wasn’t like you would be able to hide THIS before long! 

“Fine. Before someone suggests doing charades because that would be disturbing….IMHAVINGABABY.”

You said it so fast that Gabriel, Aziraphale, and Crowley all looked at each other.

“Sorry?”

Aziraphale replied.  You sighed.

“Fine! I’m pregnant.” 

You stood in awkward silence as Gabriel, Crowley, and Aziraphale blinked. Crowley was the first to react. He literally jumped on the couch and was pointing between Gabriel and yourself.

“You told me that he was stopping that! YOU! You big stupid archangel…”

“Watch it.”

Gabriel snapped. Crowley didn’t care what Gabriel had to say. At the moment, the archangel was lucky that Aziraphale was sitting between them! 

“Y/n, you said that you had the sex talk!”

You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“I did have the sex talk! Can we stop worrying about the sex talk? We have bigger problems.”

“Yes, we do.” 

Gabriel said coldly and stood up. 

“Y/n, we need to talk. Privately.” 

You didn’t want to be in a room alone with Gabriel but he was probably right. The two of you did need to talk alone. You would have to deal with Crowly and Aziraphale later. Maybe it was best for Aziraphale to calm Crowley down. 

“Fine, let’s go upstairs.”

Crowley glared up. 

“Don’t get her more pregnant.”

Aziraphale looked at Crowley with an open mouth.

“I don’t think that is possible. Once that the egg has been…”

Crowley slammed his hands over his ears. 

“Don’t wanna hear it!”

You turned and walked out of the room with Gabriel on your heels like a giant puppy.

Gabriel closed the bedroom door behind you. The last time that he had been in this room, he had been between your legs. Now he was finding out that he was going to be a father. 

“Y/n, we really need to talk. Are you sure that you are pregnant?”

You looked at Gabriel trying to determine if he was being serious or if he was trying to be a smart elect. 

“You tell me.” 

Gabriel reached out, his eyes not moving from yours, as he put a hand on your stomach. If possible his face seemed to go pale. 

“I don’t understand this is possible.” 

You put a hand over your face.

“Gabriel it all started when you put your cock inside of me…”

The expression on Gabriel’s face made you want to laugh. 

“Stop being a spoiled little brat! You don’t realize how serious any of this is, do you?”

 You nodded.

“Of course, I realize! We are creating some new creature! I wonder if we get to name it?”

Gabriel walked to your bed and sat down. With all of the shit that was going on you were worried about naming the creature. 

“Maybe you should worry about other things?”  

All of the feelings that you had felt over the past few weeks hit you like a Mack truck! The feelings of loss, abandonment, and betrayal came back hard! You wrapped the oversized cardigan sweater that you were wearing around you again. 

“None of this will matter to you in a few hours anyway.” 

Gabriel looked up. 

“You don’t know anything about me.” 

You nodded.

“I know that I never should have trusted you.” 

Gabriel was up and towering over you. 

“Everything you heard that night was a lie.” 

You backed against the wall. 

“What?”

Gabriel ran a hand through his normally neat hair.  

“At first, I was with you to figure you out. That as before I fell in love with you.” 

You pressed your lips together. If this was some messed up game, you would throw the archangel out the window!

“If you are messing with me, I swear to god…you are probably just saying this shit to go back to heaven and…”

“I can’t go back.”

Gabriel interrupted you. The expression on his face went from his normal arrogant self assured to a lost lonely expression that you had never seen before. 

“What do you mean that you can’t go back.”

You questioned. Gabriel held a hand up. 

“Exactly what I said. I can’t go back.”

“Do you mean that you were kicked out?” 

Gabriel put his hands over his face.

“That is exactly what I mean. Michael found out that I was actually in love with you. That is what makes all of this worse. We, you and I both sweetheart, are number one on their list.”

“And I’m pregnant…”

You managed to squeak out. Gabriel nodded. 

“I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Gabriel had you in his arms before you were able to fight back. You pressed your face into his chest as he put his chin on your forehead. The demon in you wanted to fight back but at the same time, the other part of you didn’t. It was nice being back in his arms! 

“Gabriel, what the hell are we going to do?”

He was silent for a moment. Gabriel wasn’t for sure what to say. This was the last thing that he expected to ever happen to him. He was an archangel. Archangel’s don’t have children! 

Hell, Gabriel didn’t even like humans!  You were the only human that he found remotely tolerable (and you weren’t even fully human). The only thing that he ever expected the two of you to “raise” together was maybe a houseplant. Gabriel didn’t even see the houseplant making it long. One of you would forget to take care of it and it would die. 

What was Gabriel going to do with a pregnant half-demon/half-human girlfriend? He was going to be working on fucking eggshells until the brat was born and probably for some time after. The last thing that he wanted to think about was changing the kid. That was just gross! Maybe Aziraphale could come into handy there. He would be a good nanny! 

“I’ll figure something out. Just stay in the house. If you go out, I’m going with you.”

You winced. Oh, this was going to be exciting! You were going from being alone to having your archangel boyfriend (if he was even that) shoved up your ass 24/7. 

“Great, so I am going to have you following me around like some kind of moving prison bracelet?” 

“Do you want to die?”

You mumbled a few curse words under your breath. Gabriel raised an eyebrow. 

“You are going to have to clean up your language before the baby is born.” 

Gabriel smiled at the scowl on your face. That was pure demon. Something about it though was beyond adorable. Gabriel wanted to smack himself at the overly corny crap going through his mind. You would probably tell him to fuck off with his corny shit….or would you? You seemed to be enjoying every caress that he seemed to be giving you. There was also the fact that you hadn’t moved to be away from his body. 

“You are a fine one to talk Mr. I’m the archangel fucking Gabriel. By the way that sounds a bit wrong. Maybe I should teach you how to use the word fuck properly.” 

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. 

“I could fuck you against that wall.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” 

You said with a sly grin as Gabriel sat down on the little sofa. He reached up quickly and pulled you onto his lap. His mouth was on yours in an instant. The kiss seemed almost desperate. Under all of the sarcasm and negativity that the two of you possessed there was the desperation to not lose the other again. If you needed a sign that Gabriel was in love with you this was a good one. You didn’t need him to say those three words (or did you). 

“So did you have fun at that wedding with those annoying humans? Especially that Jamie human?” 

Gabriel finally asked when he was able to pry himself away from you. Ah, it came out! He was jealous! It took all that you had to not call him out on it! You never expected to see Gabriel of all people jealous! 

“You don’t have anything to worry about with Jamie. He’s a pussy. No need to be jealous.” 

Gabriel smirked. 

“See this is what I mean by you cleaning up your language. I am not jealous. I don’t know the meaning of that anyway.”

“You’re so arrogant.” 

You muttered.  It was going to be interesting as hell having a baby with this mother fucker. 

“I’m going to go ahead and warn you, if having his kid hurts as bad as the bitches on TV lets on...I’m cursing you.” 

Gabriel chuckled. 

“Women have been doing this for thousands of years. Your body will know what to do. You aren’t that special.” 

Well, that was a nice thing to say, you thought before remembering who you were talking too. 

“Well, congratulations, daddy, because you will be the first man in the history of the world to feel every labor pain that the mother of your child will feel.” 

Gabriel was clearly startled by your comment. 

“I didn’t mean it the way that it sounded! You’re half-demon, your body is strong enough to endure this.” 

“That still sounded no better.” 

You snapped before gasping as his index finger stroked down your clit. When exactly did he miracle away your clothing. 

“Hey you just got me naked. Who said we were going to have sex?”

Gabriel looked like the rug had been pulled out from underneath him. 

“I thought that we were good!”

You undid each button of his dress shirt in a slow agonizing manner. 

“I was only joking. Lighten up. I want you too.” 

Looking a little more relieved, Gabriel snapped away the remainder of his clothing. He turned you so that your legs were on both sides of his body. 

“I think we are going to have to learn how to talk to each other without getting too…”

“Asshole like?”

You suggested. Gabriel nodded. That was good enough for him. The two of you had no bedside manner at points. Gabriel had a sneaking suspicion that he hadn’t seen the worst of your “demonic” personality. Something told him that as the pregnancy progressed, your sweet side may totally vanish. 

“Works for me. Now, where were we?” 

Meanwhile, downstairs….

Crowley sat with his face in his hands. He didn’t know what to say! There was not one sarcastic, meaningful, or decent thing that he could say. He couldn’t look up at Aziraphale. The look in his lover’s eyes was too much at the moment. Crowley knew that Aziraphale was worried but at the moment he couldn’t handle it! 

Crowley was in too much devastation and confusion. You promised him that you were being careful with Gabriel. Obviously, you were just saying shit to keep Crowley quiet or you really had no idea about protection! 

Now you were screwed. Crowley muttered a bunch of swear words under his breath! His daughter was in a whole heap of trouble and he didn’t know what to do! 

“Some dad I am.”

Crowley muttered before getting up to find some booze. Aziraphale pressed his lips together.

“Crowley, you are blaming yourself for something that you can’t control! We can keep Y/n safe! I mean, we did stop the apocalypse after all.”

Crowley ran a hand through his hair. 

“It's different this time.”

Crowley turned and walked out of the house without another word. He needed some air and time alone. 

You lay underneath Gabriel as he continued to lazily thrust into you. He held himself up on one arm to keep as much weight off of you as possible.  

“I’ve missed you.” 

Gabriel groaned before pushing himself further inside you. You moaned against his mouth. 

“Going sappy on me?”

You said, smugly. Gabriel held himself up on his arms and looked down at you. Going sappy wasn’t something that he ever planned. Gazing down at your nude body, he couldn’t help that Michael was right. Gabriel had fallen in love with you! You were a crafty vixen of a woman and totally had the archangel exactly where you wanted him. 

“I have missed you even though you  are the most stubborn brattiest woman that I have ever laid eyes on.”

Ah, there it was! That exchange of power that the two of you shared so well! You smiled before pushing the archangel off of you. Gabriel didn’t object when you quickly took your place over him. You took his cock from tip to base causing Gabriel’s body to shiver. 

“And you are the most arrogant bossiest asshole that I have ever met.” 

Gabriel snapping his hips made your eyes roll back into your head. He smiled, pleased that he still obviously had power over you. 

You sat motionless on top of the archangel as he rocked his hips into you. Gabriel knew that he had you exactly where he wanted you. Your snarky sarcastic side was on autopilot. For the moment, you were putty in his hands. 

“I don’t want you sneaking off.” 

Your body clenched around his cock. Gabriel winced and rolled you to your side before pulling your body back against his. He lifted your leg over his hip and resumed the painfully slow pace. 

“I need to keep you safe...I need to keep our child safe.” 

It seemed so out of character to hear Gabriel be actually caring. Hearing him say those words alone made your heart swoon. You mentally laughed at yourself. Had this been three weeks ago, you probably would have told Gabriel to go fuck himself. Now here he was being so uncharacteristically caring that you craved more! 

“Stay with me, Y/n.” 

Gabriel’s hand tightened around your throat. 

“Say that you are mine.”

He said in a mocking tone. Your eyes snapped open. Here Gabriel was playing his old games. Maybe it was time to indulge him?

“I’m yours, Gabriel.” 

You felt the archangel smile against your shoulder.

“Good girl.”

He said before gently biting down on your neck to suck a deep bruise into your skin. You knew that there was no need to worry about hiding Gabriel’s “love bites” from Crowley any longer. Soon enough the proof of your lovemaking with Gabriel wouldn’t be able to be hidden any longer. 

You didn’t want to let your mind begin to worry about the baby on the way but you couldn’t help it. What were the two of you going to do? Neither of you knew what to do with a baby? Gabriel certainly had no idea how to be a father. If he had any idea how to handle a baby; you would be surprised! You, yourself, had no idea how to be a mother! Your own mother was no pristine example of what a mother should be. 

Sure, Gabriel had a point. Your body would know what to do when it came to giving birth. What about after that though? What would happen when the kid was screaming at three am and neither Gabriel nor yourself knew what to do? Would the two of you just stand there awkwardly looking at each other? Would the two of you draw straws on who would attempt to comfort the kid? 

The better question was what was going to happen when heaven started? You didn’t doubt your abilities or Gabriel’s ability to keep you safe. The negative thoughts in your mind said, “how can one archangel and one half breed demon keep the forces of heaven and hell back?” 

Gabriel’s finger pressing down on your clit tore you from your thoughts. 

“Focus, darling.” 

Gabriel said before biting down on your shoulder again. He didn’t feel like stopping in the middle of sex to try to comfort your worries. Everything would be fine! Gabriel knew it!  

The next few days were tense. Crowley still wasn’t talking to anyone. You assumed that the news of your pregnancy was world-shattering to him. The two of you would have to talk at some point. 

Aziraphale was as kind as always. He was asking you at least 50 times a day if there was anything that you needed. Gabriel was just as bad. The archangel was hovering over your shoulder.   

If he wasn’t watching every single thing that you were doing then he was dragging you back to bed. Whether it was the knowledge that you were having his baby or the fact that you were doing everything that you wanted; Gabriel was all over you. Gabriel was back to that large awkward puppy that was eager to show his love no matter how annoying that he could be.

You stood at the sink one morning trying to think of ways to get through to Crowley. Earlier that day you tried to win him over with a new house plant. Crowley sat staring right ahead. After you lost your temper and shattered the thing at his feet, Crowley finally looked up.

“Better be getting back to your boyfriend.” 

Gabriel’s arms wrapping around you instantly pulled you from your thoughts. His lips were on your bare shoulder as he gently bit down. 

“Gabriel.”

His hand had slid up your thigh. 

“I would hope that it was me. If some other man was touching you like this then we would have a problem.” 

Gabriel quickly turned you in his arms and lifted you onto the counter. At the moment, all he wanted was to bury himself as deep inside of you as possible. Gabriel had been keeping secrets of his own. From the time that he was kicked out of heaven, his grace seemed to be totally out of whack! Gabriel had yet to admit this to you or anyone else for that matter. 

The last thing that he wanted was for you to think that he was weak. What kind of sick cosmic joke could that be? Whatever the hell it was needed to be fixed! 

You, meanwhile, were busy trying to get his dress shirt unbuttoned as quickly as possible. I am as bad as he is, you thought. Call it pregnancy hormones or whatever it was, you were as eager to have Gabriel inside of you. It was surprising to the two of you that the arguing seemed to be not happening as often!  

“And this is how you will typically find them.” 

The sound of Crowley’s voice made the two of you freeze. You turned your attention to the doorway where Crowley stood with Beelzebub. Gabriel lifted you off of the counter but kept your body against his. 

Beelzebub looked less than thrilled as well. 

“Y/n. Gabriel. How surprising.”

You slowly stepped away from Gabriel but knew not to go too far.

“Beelzebub. Long time no see.” 

The prince of hell’s dark eyes rolled from your face down to you still flat stomach. Their eyes widened immediately. 

“You weren’t kidding.” 

Crowley frowned. 

“Why would I joke about something like that!” 

Your attention immediately went to your father. 

“You called them?”

Crowley sighed. 

“Yes. I think we need to build some kind of team-up here. Especially with that….child on the way.” 

Beelzebub’s attention had not diverted from your face. 

“Y/n, you and I need to talk...alone.”

“I don’t think so.”

Gabriel said coldly. Beelzebub’s attention turned back to Gabriel. 

“I am not going to harm her. She is a very special girl. Y/n, if you please…”

You turned your attention back to Gabriel. 

“It will be fine. I’ll be in the next room.” 

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SPN 5x04: “The End”

Ahhh, the informant.

Why is Cas even on the side of the highway??? Baby, what is you doing??

“You know, it’s kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone. It’s, you know, like watching a Hell’s Angel ride a moped.”

“This isn’t funny, Dean! The voice says I’m almost out of minutes.”

LMAO.

“What stuff?” lmao, Cas pls.

:’)

Cas dead ass stood there for hours tho, bless his heart.

So, while Sam was having his talk with Lucifer, Cas and Dean were having their own talk, Dean went to sleep and slept for a bit while Sam learned he was Lucifer’s vessel, than probably immediately called Dean to tell him.

“Lucifer’s wearing you to the prom?” Isn’t that gonna come back up at some point?

“Look, Dean, I can do this. I can. I'm gonna prove it to you.” Aww, Sam.

“We're not stronger when we're together, Sam. I think we're weaker.” Dean, pls.

It even pains Dean to suggest they stay apart, damn it.

Here we go. Endverse!AU.

(I like how Zachariah had the humor to place him in the exact location.)

Ha, “Luc y Bar”

You might wanna back away, Dean.

Oh damn, he just punched a kid.

I remember reading somewhere that Jensen ran so fast, he outran the extras, and they had to tell him to slow it down a little.

“Do You Love Me” by the Contours. The COOLEST WAY to use this song, period.

August 1, 2014.

And there's the bastard.

As a Houstonian, welp. 

So Bobby is RIP in this world?

Yep. :(

The photo! (That Dean somehow keeps, manages brings back to the present with him, stows it in John’s journal...where Mary finds it, many years later. Did she ever ask about it?)

The Impala is also RIP :( (I wonder at what point Endverse!Dean let her go to waste.)

dun dun DUN

“Why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't gank you right here and now?”

“Because you’d only be hurting yourself.”   

Dean’s got jokes, lmao.

Endverse!Dean got a certain look in his eyes when Dean mentioned Zachariah. I wonder what his last encounter with him was like.

“Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh, nineteen. She made us try on her panties. They were pink. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it.”

Ooohhhh the CANON fact that Dean has tried on panties and liked it.

Ahh, so the virus started in 2012.

And Sam?

Endverse!Dean stopped talking to Sam in 2009...

I’d trust me.

Oh dear, I hope Dean didn't get any splinters from that.

Chuck!

(Tho it is rather fucked up that God just...stepped down and allowed this shit show to happen.)

Really Risa? There’s bigger things to worry about than Dean sleeping with someone else, get over yourself.

I love that Dean asks for Cas. I wonder how he would’ve reacted if Chuck told him that Cas was dead.

There he is.

Endverse!Cas is so funny, in a very sad way.

Dean’s reaction to the orgy thing, lmao.

“I thought you’d gotten over trying to label me.” Huh, wonder how long that lasted. And did it start when Cas started losing his powers? (”So you’re an angel...with no powers. What does that make you?” ) 

I can’t even revel in Cas laughing/smiling because I know he’s bitter about it.

“What happened to you?”

“Life.”

RIP that dude. Killed by Endverse!Dean.

“Me and him—It's a pretty messed-up situation we got going.” Umm, he was pointing at you Dean, why did you look at Endverse!Cas????

(Completely irrelevant, but Jensen has such a nice voice.)

The Colt! 

I was just about to ask if they had gone to Crowley’s for it, when Endverse!Dean explained that it’d been moved from place to place.

Endverse!Cas is mad cute.

And he still resents Dean torturing...as does Dean.

Me too, Endverse!Cas.

The banter between Endverse!Cas and Endverse!Dean is next level.

“Are you saying we, uh, walk in straight up the driveway, past all the demons and the Croats, and we shoot the devil?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, if you don't like, uh, 'reckless', I could use 'insouciant', maybe.”

“Are you coming?”

“Of course.”

But Cas’ loyalty to Dean still remains.

“Lucifer’s wearing him to the prom.” OOOHHH I KNEW THAT LINE WAS GONNA COME BACK UP.

“I’m begging you. Say yes...but you won’t. ‘Cause I didn’t.” Not yet, anyways.

Chuck and his advice, lmao.

Good lord, Endverse!Cas is going through it.

“I’m all but useless.” :(

“That’s just how I roll.” Why does Endverse!Cas talk like Dean?

Cas beside Dean, no matter what.

“I’ve seen your lying expressions. I see them in a mirror.” Ouch, that hurt.

Endverse!Dean is a dick.

“You mean you're gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder? Cas, too?” o h, why the distinction between “your friends” and “Cas” h u h

Poor Endverse!Cas probably died in that battle (or worse, he survived but had to go on without Endverse!Dean.)

RIP Endverse!Dean. Killed by Lucifer.

Archangels really like to look snazzy.

(Oohh lord, I’m remembering a post where someone suggested that Sam probably recognized Dean and tried to reach out to him, and when Dean rejected that, it would explain that hurt look on his face.)

Nature itself has always been Lucifer’s favorite thing about the Earth.

“The...little hairless apes.” Fuck u too, buddy.

“I know what you are.”

“What am I?”

“You're the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I've been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego.”  

All the angels seem to like Dean.

“You better kill me now. Or I swear, I will find a way to kill you.” And you will, Dean.

“ Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up—here. I win. So, I win.”  (EXCEPT YOU WON’T, MOTHERFUCKERRRR)

Back to the present we go!

“Oh, well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas screw you.” I love Dean.

“You’re the only person who can prove the devil wrong.” He’s riigghhttt.

!!!!!! Such a special, classic little moment between Dean and Cas. <3

“That’s pretty nice timing, Cas.”

“We had an appointment.”

“Don’t ever change.”

What an interesting car Sam chose.

I find it fitting that Ruby’s knife was sort of the olive branch here.

Did Dean eventually tell Sam about his 2014 trip?

“The point is...maybe we are each other's Achilles heel. Maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know we're all we've got. More than that. We keep each other human.” :’)

I wanna hug both of ‘em.

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Psh Soulmates: Part Three

Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1448

Warnings: Details of injury to reader, angst

Series Summary: Soulmates. You’re meant to love your soulmate, right? But what happens if your soulmates is a human hating, spiteful archangel?

Part Summary: Yeah… Lucifer’s pissed.

A/N: Bonjour mon petit poison. Sorry I haven’t been updating anything in a while. I’ve been swamped with working and trying to get my UCAS personal statement finished (it’s nearly there now).

I know I keep asking but if anyone has any ideas for what they want for Wings Part Two (read it here) PLEASE let me know cus I want to give it to you I’m just stuck. THANKS. As always I love you lots. Here’s part three

PART ONE // PART TWO

“Y/n, pick up your phone. You failed, come back,” Lucifer hung up the phone again and paced around the room in frustration. Why was he so worried? She’s a human! A small cockroach. A small, funny, gorgeous, clever cockroach- what was happened! Lucifer shivered and frowned to himself at the thought of him actually having feelings for some human. He hated humans. 

Lucifer looked down at the phone in his hand again the sighed. Why wasn’t she picking up?  The girl had her phone in her hand at least twelve hours a day; why wouldn’t she pick up? Maybe she was still pissed at him? Maybe she just didn’t have service? Maybe he should go check on her- to gloat about him winning obviously, definitely not because he cared. 

Lucifer had been tracking Y/n since she left. Not because he cared or anything... Either way, he knew that she was in a motel near  Cheyenne, Wyoming. Why she hadn’t just stayed at home confused Lucifer a little, but at least he knew she was safe as he’d stationed one of his most trusted demons there. 

“Daniel-,“ Lucifer started. 

“Darren,” The demon corrected. 

“Yeah whatever,” Lucifer rolled his eyes and continued, “where’s Y/n,” 

“She’s in room 66, sir. Uh, just like I said,”

“Wanna change your answer there, you sound a little unsure,”  

“She’s gone, sir,” Darren said defeated. 

“What do you mean she’s gone?”  

“Well, Crowley-“  

“Dad damn it you are an idiot aren’t you!” Lucifer shouted at the demon, shoving him to the floor. The demon looked up at him with fear, not even daring to smoke out knowing it would only make this a lot worse. “I told you to watch her! Not make sure she gets kidnapped by that mutt! Do you even have a brain?” 

“But Sire, she’s just a human. I didn’t think you would care,” 

“If I didn’t care would I ask you to watch her?” 

“Well, no but-“ 

“Idiot!” Lucifer twisted his hand and the demon screamed as his head began to twist round. One more twist and his neck snapped, blood splattering across the room. The body slumped over and Lucifer huffed in annoyance as he wiped the blood from his face. “Couldn’t just do your job could you?” Lucifer muttered, kicking the body out of the way. 

Lucifer stormed out of the reception across to Room 66 where Y/n had been staying. As soon as he entered the room he grimaced at the smell of sulphur. Well, the demon wasn’t wrong- Crowley was definitely here. 

A small bowl sat in the centre of the room filled with ash and Lucifer’s stomach dropped. She summoned him. How did she even learn to do that? The girl didn’t know anything about demons when he last saw her, how did she learn to do this in twenty-four hours? Deciding he’d seen enough, Lucifer transported himself down to Hell, leaving the motel in flames behind him.  

Lucifer was beyond angry. Crowley dared to mess with him before- but it was clear the bitch had not learnt his lesson. As soon as Lucifer entered Hell everyone knew and by God did they know what was about to happen. The demon’s that didn’t snap or smoke out where vaporised within milliseconds. Lucifer didn’t even stop to give them more than a glance. 

Lucifer carried on, storming through the corridors and alleys- only stopping occasionally to watch a poor soul get tortured in some particularly inventive way. He turned one more corner than found what he was looking for. Crowley was stood by a large metal door with his back towards Lucifer. Lucifer stopped, took a breath for a second then spoke up.

“You’re a smart little doggy, aren’t you?” 

“You caught up then? Took you long enough,” Crowley smirked, looking way too smug for Lucifer’s liking. 

“Oh puppy you’ve been so naughty,” Lucifer raised his hand, quickly slamming Crowley against the metal door behind him. Crowley cursed under his breath as he did so but didn’t show any sign of real damage. Lucifer walked over, grabbed the demon by the collar and tugged him up to his eye level. 

“Where is she, you little mutt,” 

“Hidden, just like she asked. It was so cute, all her begging and pleading. I’d so love to hear it again, touches me right where my swimsuit goes,” Crowley mused, smiling at the thought. Lucifer growled in anger, his eyes lighting up and wings stretching out casting shadows on every surface. Lucifer pressed harder into Crowley’s throat, completely shutting his airway. Crowley became redder and redder until he passed out. Lucifer dropped him and kicked him a few times in the face just for good measure. He would deal with the dog later. 

“Y/n!” Lucifer called. His voice so loud that it echoed throughout Hell. “Y/n!” -- I was cold, in pain and wanting death more than ever before. I had huddled into a corner in the darkest part of the cell, hiding from the horrifying sounds outside the door, cradling my broken arm trying not to move an inch in fear that I would do more damage. 

The screaming was constant. Moaning and groaning of lost souls filled my head so much I could barely hear myself think. This was such a stupid idea, why did I ever think I could pull this off? Lucifer was right, I know nothing about this. I’m ordinary! 

“Y/n!” A voice shouted outside, the sound echoing around. I knew that voice… it was Lucifer!

“In here!” I called back as loudly as my wrecked throat would let me. Lucifer then appeared in the middle of the room. 

He looked around for a second then saw me, smiled for a second then saw the state I was in and it quickly turned into an angry scowl. “I’m so sorry,” I apologised, tears already flooding my eyes again. 

“Did he touch you? I swear if that son of a bitch hurt you I’m going to kill him,” Lucifer knelt down and checked me over. He noticed the awkward position my arm was in and he darkened further. 

“I’m sorry, it was my fault I shouldn’t-“ I began trying to explain myself, trying to fix the situation somehow. 

“Just shut up,” Lucifer said sharply. I opened my mouth to speak again but quickly decided against it as I heard the door unlock.

“Yoo-hoo! Think you forgot something, Wings!” Crowley stood in the doorway now, blood dripping down his face with an angel blade in hand. Lucifer glared at him and stood up, turning away from me. 

“You just won’t die, will you?”

“Come to save your princess? I’m afraid that’s not going to happen,” 

“Make me,” Lucifer’s eyes began to glow red and a golden have clouded around him casting huge black shadows across the wall behind him. Huge black but somewhat tattered wings spread throughout the room. I cowered in the corner scared for my life. 

In the blink of an eye, Crowley was on the ground. He was quite for a moment and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. That was easier than- oh wait! Crowley pushed himself up and laughed, hard. 

“Really? You think that’d do it? Oh please! You may be the damned devil but I’m the king of hell,” Crowley snapped his fingers and Lucifer went flying into the opposite wall. I was shocked and so was Lucifer. The two stared each other down for a moment then all hell broke loose. Broken jaws, broken wings and broken ribs didn’t stop either of them. I didn’t know what to do. I just sat and watched, thinking of some way I could help.

I pushed myself up, leaning against the stone wall. I instantly felt dizzy and sat back down again. I watched as Lucifer and Crowley continued to fight. Crowley was somehow winning it seemed. It pained me to see Lucifer loose so I wanted to help. I pushed up again and I got to my feet once more. 

I stumbled forward for a few steps but became more confident- ignoring how much the room as swaying as my body fought to fight the pain in my arm. I picked up a loose but sharp rock that was on the ground and moved towards the demon and the archangel. Crowley looked over for a second and saw me standing there then barked out a laugh.  

“You’re sweet but… no,” Crowley swiped his hand over in my direction and I was shoved by an invisible force in the chest. I went backwards and fell to the floor. 

My head smashing against the stone and everything became blurry and sounded like I had cotton in my ears. A rich red pool of blood began to pool around me and heat erupted from my side. The rock. And from the amount of blood, I guessed that my broken arm had broken through the skin too. The pain of all my injuries flooded over me and within seconds everything went black.

It was over.

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It was hard dating God.  Chuck was temperamental.  He was used to getting his own way, and that stubbornness you’d seen in all the archangels was a learned trait if there ever was one.  

It was also amazing.  Chuck could be so thoughtful, creating entire locations for the two of you to escape to from scratch.  You never wanted for anything, not that you asked for much.  He could spend hours worshipping you, making you feel as if you were the Supreme Being in the relationship.  

These days, however, he was growing restless.  It was nothing new.  As someone who’d been around literally forever, you assumed the man would get a little bored from time to time.  Often he took up new hobbies.  

This time, he’d started performing.  Singing, to be exact, and playing guitar at random hole in the wall venues.  It impressed you that he even bothered to make a go of it like a regular person.  All he had to do was snap his fingers and he could be the biggest musician in North America.  

You imagined that would take all the fun out of it, however.  

He was good at it and incredibly sexy, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the other women at these places.  You knew a part of him loved the attention.  Rather, his ego did, but the rest of him was firmly devoted to you and every time he played he made sure there was a spot saved for you at the very front.  

Tonight was a bit of a celebration.  It was his first gig at a really nice spot that drew a lot of locals in the area.  He was nervous, you could tell, and you didn’t know what you spent more time on: fixing his hair because he couldn’t stop running his hand through it or reminding him to relax.  

You knew it was an even bigger deal than you initially thought when you walked in to take your seat and Sam and Dean were also there.  They never made an appearance unless the world was ending or there was something to celebrate.   Considering you’d helped him put together the set list, it was safe to assume it was the latter.

You said your hellos, made your small talk, though there wasn’t really much time for it before Chuck was on stage.  Whatever had him unsettled abated, at least at first.  You weren’t sure when it appeared, but by the time he was two-thirds of the way through the show, a manic energy began emanating from the stage to the point that some of the participants were getting restless.  

“What has gotten into him?” You murmured, watching him nervously down another drink.  Chuck only knew how much liquor was actually in all of those.  

“Well, it is a big night,” Dean said offhandedly, earning a sharp look from his brother.  “What?  It’s not everyday someone gets to play at the... at...”

You arched a brow at him.  “Do you even know what this place is called?”

“It’s not the name that’s important,” he tried to recover.  “It’s the reputation this place has.”

Chuck did your boyfriend have weird friends.

“So, this next song wasn’t in the original set for tonight, but... it’s something I’ve been thinking about singing for awhile now...” Chuck’s voice echoed through the establishment, drawing your attention back to the stage.  “It’s for a very special person out there who has never treated me any differently than any other man on this planet, who isn’t afraid to call me on my stuff and tell me when I’m being ridiculous.   And she’s someone who exemplifies the best qualities found in people.”

You blushed, staring up into penetrating blue eyes that held such purpose that it almost scared you.  Maybe the world was ending if he was waxing this sentimental.

“Babe, this one’s for you.”  

The energy surrounding him hit a feverpitch as his eyes glanced briefly at Dean before shutting.

“What is going on?” You demanded warily.

Dean’s lips twitched, much like they always did when he knew something you didn’t.  “Just enjoy the show, sweetheart.”

Chuck began to strum his guitar and the song was upbeat and completely unfamiliar, though that wasn’t what had you listening intently to every word of it.

It’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you…

Your breath stilled.  Was he - he couldn’t be..

Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you

His eyes snapped back open, staring down at you, like you were the only thing in the world at that moment, let alone the only person in that room.  

Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard We can go No one will know Oh c’mon girl…

You couldn’t believe it.  Your boyfriend.  The Creator of the entire universe, was asking you to marry him.  You thought it amazing a being like him wanted to be tied to a human in the first place, but a commitment like this had seemed out of your reach.

… Oh I’ll go get a ring

Dean had to nudge you more than once, the second time so hard it jostled your entire body.  You were about to ask, could he not see you were in the middle of something important, when he held up a small box for you to take.  Your eyes widened as he opened it, revealing the most gorgeous diamond ring you could ever imagine.  

Don’t say no no no no no Just say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

You took the box, staring down at it, unable to move as he played through the rest of the song.  

“So… what do you say, babe?”  Chuck asked.  You looked up to find him smiling down at you in a way that had your nerves and heart melting.  It was the one that never failed to make you feel like no matter what, everything was going to be ok, because you had him.  

Unable to say a word, you took the ring out and placed it on your finger, and the entire room erupted a chorus of cheers.  

~Song credit: Bruno Mars - Marry you