#marion650

[magickastiel]

dadstiel & jack + daisies

for day five of @toppinghughdancy's follower celebration 🥳🌷

[yeehawcomputerog]

It’s not quite the right time yet, but I wanted to post this as early as possible (because of time zones and school and conflicting schedules, blah blah blah.)

Here is the first chapter to my 6 chapter fic written for Amya’s @toppinghughdancy celebration! It’s pure Deancas fluff and I’m super excited about it <3 

Prompt: family trip

Day 2, February 22

Also going to tag @rainwaterfalling @lazarusrisingnatural @cassiecasyl and @pocketcas because y’all saw some of my discord messages about this <3

[dommingjeffsatur]

Marions 650 follower celebration roundup

i wanted to do this much sooner but life got in the way.

thank you so much to all the wonderful people who participated, i truly loved everything you made and i am very touched!

we have:

> When You Assume - fic, 2k, ao3, by @magickastiel

> Besties on a Break - fic, 4.5k, ao3, by @moth-rothko

> dadstiel & jack + daisies, edit, by @magickastiel

> first kiss, art, by @pocketcas

if you wanted to make something but didn't get to for whatever reason, i thank you anyways and if you do post something at a later time, lmk so i can add it to this list!

[magickastiel]

day one of @toppinghughdancy's follower celebration!

prompt: fake dating ✨

spn | destiel | 2k | ao3

summary: Cas is invited to a party with his 'partner'. Naturally, Dean assumes that means him.

_

“I thought you should know, I have been invited to a party.”

Dean looks up from his laptop to see Cas wandering in, trenchcoat billowing and hair a little wild. Just like the old days. He barely suppresses a grin.

“A party?” Sam repeats, wedging a bookmark into one of his leather-bound lore books. “What sort of party?”

“I’ve been told it’s a ‘neighborhood gathering’.” Cas uses air quotes because of course he does. Dean doesn’t bother trying to hold back a smile this time.

“Huh. Well, could be useful.” He frowns. “How’d you swing that?”

Cas looks at him blankly, like he’s not sure what Dean is even asking.

“How did you get invited to a party?” He clarifies. All these years and the guy’s still a damn alien. “Thought you were just doing some door to door.”

“I was. But I forgot my FBI badge and people were confused as to why I was asking questions. So I told them I was looking to buy a house in the area with my partner. They were more willing to talk after that. Brenda, at number fifty six had a wonderful St. Bernard dog - ”

“What time’s the party?” Dean asked with a sigh, closing the lid of his laptop. He’d have plenty of time to hear all about Brenda’s dog at the party.

“Seven pm.” Dean checks his watch and sees they don’t have long to get ready. “It’s been requested of all attendees to bring a bottle; I assume of alcohol but it wasn’t specified which kind. I am assured there will also be ‘nibbles’.”

Dean stands and stretches, excitement buzzing through him like lightning. “Oh, yes! Suburban nibbles? They’ll be amazing. They always do little tarts and pastries. And their dip game is always out of this world - ”

“Ok, ok!” Sam laughs, holding up a hand. “We get it, you’re excited about the snacks.”

“Damn right, I am.” He wanders past Cas to his holdall, clapping the angel on the shoulder as he goes. “Just give me some time to get my gladrags on - ”

“Oh.”

Dean pauses, bag half unzipped in his hands. When he turns, Cas’ eyes are wide.

“What?”

“I didn’t think…” His eyes dart to the bag in Dean’s hands and then back up to his face. “I’ve already asked Eileen to accompany me.”

“Oh.” Dean’s fingers turn white on the bag. “Oh, yeah. That - that makes more sense actually.”

“Yeah.” Sam says, voice dry and eyes darting between them. “That does make sense, doesn’t it?” His face is tight, like he’s trying not to smile.

Dean’s face floods with heat and he turns to put his bag down on the floor for something to do.

“I could ask Eileen to stay behind if - ”

“Nah, nah.” Dean forces himself to laugh. “No, go with Eileen. That’s much better. Makes sense. I mean, it’s suburbia, right? Straight, middle-class paradise. That’s…that works. Really well. Good - good thinking. You know, I kinda forgot Eileen was here. Ha, ain’t that strange? Don’t tell her I said that, though. She’ll probably shoot my kneecaps off or somethin’. Ha, she’s a pistol, that one. Don’t - don’t know why she’s into you, Sammy - ”

“You’re rambling.” Dean doesn’t look at him, but he just knows Sam is smirking.

“Dean, are you alright?” Cas steps closer, brow furrowed in concern.

“Y-yeah! Course.” Instinctively, he takes a step back and almost falls over the bag he just put down. Cas grabs his upper arm, quick and strong.

Dean swallows.

He holds on for a few seconds and neither of them say anything.

Then Sam clears his throat and the door opens.

“Ta-da!” Eileen poses dramatically in the doorway, looking sensational in a deep red dress that clings to her figure.

Dean gets his revenge when he sees Sam’s tongue is practically lolling on the floor and the tips of his ears have gone pink.

Cas beams at her, letting Dean go. “Eileen, you look wonderful. An excellent dress choice, if I may say.”

“You may.” Eileen grins, linking her arm through Cas’.

Dean watches her hand settle on his arm and feels cold.

“Shall we?” She says, settling into his side.

Cas nods and opens the door for her and leads her through it like a gentleman. Eileen grins over her shoulder at the two of them as she leaves.

She winks at Sam. “Don’t wait up.”

_

“I can’t believe they’re out partying - ”

“They’re hardly ‘partying’, Dean.” Sam says without looking up from his book.

“- and we’re stuck here.” Dean huffs, slouching in his chair and kicking the mostly empty pizza box on the floor. “Doing friggin’ research, of all things! Not even doin’ anything good. Maybe…” He risks a glance at Sam who still isn’t looking at him. “Maybe one of us shoulda gone instead?”

“Why?”

“I just…don’t you think they’re gonna be outta their depth?”

Sam does look up then and frowns. “Do I think an experienced hunter and a literal angel of the lord will be out of their depth at a neighborhood party where they’re scouting for information about a potential ghost in an old house? No, Dean. I think they’ll be fine.”

Dean huffs again, crossing his arms across his chest. He can feel his face heat again. “I mean…yeah. But still. They’re not…”

Sam snorts and eyes Dean’s sulky posture. “Dude, why are you struggling with this?”

“I’m not! It’s just…ya know.” Dean flounders and feels his face heat. He gets up under the guise of looking for his phone on his lumpy motel bed even though he knows it’s already in his pocket. “We’re used to the whole undercover, fake identity thing. Maybe…maybe one of us shoulda done it. You know, helped Cas through it a bit. Eileen doesn’t know him that well. He might mess up if I’m - we’re - not there to help him.”

Sam scoffs behind him. “Really? I’m not volunteering to fake date Cas unless I need to.” There’s a pause and Dean holds his breath. “Are you?”

“What, no!” He says quickly, pushing as much outrage into his voice as he can manage. “I just…ya know. Thought maybe it’d be safer if one of us did it, is all.”

He assumed. That’s the issue.

His toes curl into the motel carpet, humiliation crawling up his spine. He’d assumed that Cas was going to take him to the party. That when Cas lied about having a ‘partner’, Dean was the fictional partner he was talking about. Not, you know, their female friend they were working on the case with.

“I mean, I guess I could’ve done it.” Sam says, considering the idea. Dean wheels around to see Sam smiling to himself. “Might have been kinda fun, actually. It’d be hilarious to go to a party with Cas.”

Dean laughs. “Yeah. Sure.”

“What?” Sam’s smile slips. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just…” Dean gestures to himself. “Come on, man.”

Sam just stares. “I don’t get it.”

“Come on. If Cas was gonna take a dude to a party, he’s gonna take me.”

Sam raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Oh, yeah?”

Dean snorts, smug. “Yeah, of course! We’re best friends, man. Course he’s gonna take me.”

“Right.” Sam nods, biting the inside of his cheek. “I guess so. But you know, Cas and I are also good friends.”

“Well, yeah.” Dean reasons. “But not like me and Cas. It’s different. You and Cas are like…friends, you know? Me and Cas are…”

He stops abruptly, realizing where he’s backed himself.

“Yes?” Sam prompts smugly. “You and Cas are…”

“Uhh…”

“No, no.” Sam closes his book with a grin. “Don’t censor yourself. Tell me: you and Cas are…?”

“Best friends.” Dean says finally. “That’s - that’s what I was gonna say before you cut me off. Talking over me, dude. That’s a bad habit. You gotta - gotta sort that out.”

“Right.” Sam sighs, his entertainment apparently over. “Sure. You know, if you actually - ”

Thankfully, the door opens and Eileen walks in, high-fiving Dean as she passes to sit opposite Sam. Cas follows closely, holding her bag for her.

Dean grins. “Good night?”

“Yes, it was enjoyable.” Cas places Eileen’s bag down on the table gently. “This neighborhood has some interesting characters. If I was looking to purchase a house - ”

“Did you get any more info on the house and the family?” Sam interrupts, earning a glare from Dean.

“Uh huh.” Eileen sparkles with delight, a little tipsy. “Local legend says every year, on the Roman holiday of Floralia, the whole house goes crazy with activity and it lasts for six days - ”

“The Games of Flora!” Sam says excitedly.

“What?”

“Uh, it’s a six day festival within the celebration of Floralia.”

“Oh, sure.” Dean rolls his eyes. “Now it makes sense.”

“But why…oh.” Sam flips open his book again. “Of course! It’s not a ghost. It’s an old god.”

“Festival starts tomorrow.” Eileen says, yawning. “Which means we get to sleep now.” She grins and leans across the table to squeeze Sam’s forearm. “You know, I asked reception for a room and they were fully booked.”

Dean smirks, already pulling his gun out from under his pillow and tucking it into his waistband.

“Oh?” Sam closes his book again and practically smolders at her. “Well, I’d let you stay here. of course, but my brother - ”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going, I’m going.”

“It’s ok, Dean. You can share with me.” Cas says, giving Dean one of those small, secret smiles.

A warmth spreads through his chest as he shoulders his bag. “Thanks, buddy.”

“I don’t need the bed, anyway.” Cas says easily as they wander out into the corridor. “In fact, Eileen could just have my room.” He turns to go back inside. “I should tell her -”

“Uh, I wouldn’t do that, Cas. I think they’re…busy.”

“What?” He frowns and then realization dawns on him. “Oh. Copulation. I understand.”

Dean can’t stop his laughter bouncing off the walls as Cas leads them to his room. He dumps his bag by the lone twin bed and pulls out his pajamas. He’s aware of Cas outside the door while he showers, while he brushes his teeth, while he pulls on his worn pajama pants and Zeppelin shirt.

When he steps back into the room, Cas is sitting in the only chair next to the window, ramrod straight like a robot on standby.

Dean snorts and clambers into bed, trying to act like he can’t feel Cas’ eyes hot on his back. “You gonna sit there all night?”

“Yes, probably.” Cas says, like that’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Great.” Dean mutters snarkily to the pillow, ignoring the slight fluttering in his chest.

“I can leave if you would rather.”

“Nah.” Dean flops over onto his back, eyeing him up. “It’s your room, you should stay.”

Cas nods and turns his gaze out the window, blue eyes tracing the passing of cars, ears picking up the whispered conversations of people outside.

Dean’s tired. He should go to sleep. He should make the most of Cas not watching him sleep like some weirdo.

But instead, he says, “So, what happened at the party?”

Cas turns back to him, blinking. “Eileen told you - ”

“No, I mean, what happened. What were the people like? What did you do? Was Brenda there, the one with the St. Bernard dog?”

Cas beams. “Yes, she was. And she brought Percy.”

“Her husband or the dog?”

“The dog, she’s divorced. But her ex-husband’s name was Percy, which is odd.”

“Yikes.” Dean sits up, arranging the pillows behind him so he can lean back and look at Cas as he talks. “Who else was there?”

Cas smiles, sits forward in his seat and starts talking.

Dean thinks sleep is overrated anyway.