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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Eric Draven

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I chose to retcon Shelley in this but I wouldn’t be against writing something that involves her character in the future. Hope you enjoy!)

- You first met Eric at a cassette shop some time before his death. By pure coincidence, you’d looked up and met his eye just as he entered the shop. He held your gaze for a moment before you quickly averted your eyes and busied yourself with searching the shelves for the artist you were looking for.

- A minute or so later, you could feel a presence besides you. When you snuck a glance, you found that it was the same man from before prompting your heart to skip a beat. He was tall, dark, and beautifully alternative. The most perfect man you’d ever seen in real life.

- Staying quiet, you focused on the task at hand; though it was a bit difficult with him beside you. After a bit of searching, you finally found the cassette you were looking for and pulled it off the shelf, examining it for a quick second.

“I love them.” the mans quiet voice rang out from beside you.

“Pardon?” you’d nearly squeaked, looking up at the mans face which was now glancing down at you.

“Sorry,” he apologized, smiling while shaking his head. “The Cure; I love them. They’re one of my favorites. Have you heard their latest song; ‘Burn’ I think it was. It’s been all over the radio; at least the channels that I listen to.”

- The two of you talked for a long time, hopping from one artist to the next and then from subject to subject. You continued to talk even as you were checking out and leaving the shop. Speaking with him just seemed so natural, so easy.

- The two of you stood outside the door of the shop, neither of you really wanting your conversation to end but knowing that it had to at some point.

- You were just about to say goodbye when he spoke, telling you that his band would be playing at the concert club down the street that night and that he’d be happy to see you there. Now, how could you say no to that?

- So that night, you got a bit dressed up and headed over to the club he told you about. It wasn’t exactly your usual scene but at the time, it seemed worth going to; if only just to see the man again.

- The instant you got there, you could practically feel the music reverberating off the walls as you tried to find an empty place to stand or sit. Glancing at the stage, your eyes immediately found the exact man you were looking for, shredding on his guitar in all his gothic glory.

- Every now and again, you could see his eyes sweep over the crowd before finally finding you, a small smile making its way onto his face. You stayed there until his band played their final song, nearly an hour and a half after you’d arrived.

- Once they left the stage, Eric came over and greeted you, asking you to wait just a minute as he went to put his guitar away. You obliged and soon enough the two of you were sitting together at one of the small tables in the club, trying to talk to each other over the noise.

- Finally, he leaned forward and spoke in your ear, asking if you wanted to go some place. You happily agreed and the two of you found yourselves seated at a small diner which wasn’t too far away from the club.

- The two of you sort of consider this your first date. You sat and talked for hours, sipping coffee and eating. He got delightfully bashful when you complimented his music, looking down at the table with a smile before quickly changing the subject back to you.

- You shared your first kiss in the rain a few nights later after another one of your dates. There was no way of escaping the downpour so you were sort of just forced to run through it until you could find a bit of shelter. By the time you were able to get under something, you were already freezing and soaked, but all you could do was laugh.

“We might as well just keep on walking, huh?” He’d joked and you agreed, stepping back out into the rain and beginning to walk again.

- You were a few steps away from him when you felt his hand on your arm, softly spinning you around so that you were facing him. You looked up at his face, watching the rain fall down from his cheeks and drip from his hair before he pulled you into him and pressed his lips to yours.

- You closed your eyes, kissing back as he wrapped his arms tight around you. It felt like the world around you disappeared, the only signs of it being the constant pitter patter of rain on your skin. Neither of you wanted the moment to end, even as you stood softly shivering.

- The two of you were dating for nearly a year when you got a late night call from the police. After the first few words, you could barely hear what they were saying, it was like the entire world came crashing down around you.

- You’d come to find out that it was a suspected robbery gone bad and that Eric had died. You were inconsolable for months and even a year later, you still felt as though there was a massive hole in your heart that would never be filled. That was when you were confronted with a face from your past.

- It was late one night and you were walking home from work, slightly paranoid as per usual. Apparently your paranoia was there for good reason as a man began to follow closely behind you while you walked. Unbeknownst to you; or him, he wasn’t the only one keeping a close eye on your figure.

- You began walking faster, hoping that it was just a misunderstanding. That hope was soon crushed as the man behind you began to speed up as well.

- Finally, you broke out into a sprint, praying that you could make it to some shop before the man reached you. You could hear him begin to give chase before suddenly, his footsteps just ...disappeared.

- You slowly came to a stop, glancing behind you and finding no one there. Confused, you searched the area, trying to spot the man but still finding nothing. Finally, someone emerged from a nearby alleyway ...but it wasn’t the man from before.

- He was taller with longer hair and odd paint covering his face. He looked vaguely familiar from afar but it was only after he got close enough for you to see his face that you finally recognized him.

“Eric?” You asked in disbelief as he stopped before you.

“I always told you that I didn’t like you walking home alone.” He said softly, a weak smile playing at his painted lips.

- Without another word, you closed the distance between you, your hands shakily reaching up to touch his face, prompting him to close his eyes. His arms wove around you and pulled you into a tight hug, a hug you returned with just as much vigor, afraid that he’d vanish if you didn’t hold on tight enough.

- He was back. Back and here to stay.

- As much as he would love to be touching you at all times, he also doesn't want anyone to see the two of you together. He doesn’t want you somehow being dragged into something because his enemies saw the two of you together or because police believe you’re somehow involved in his revenge plot. So he tries not to interact with you in public, at least not where anyone could catch you.

- He’s sort of your little secret; a figure that only you notice, a person that only you know exists. It’s hard to stop a small smile from coming onto your face whenever you’re asked about your love life or pressured to get out into the dating scene. If only they knew.

- Soft caresses. Whenever his hands are on you, they’re; more often than not, being intimate, gentle and loving. You can practically feel his adoration for you in his every touch.

- Brushing the hair out of his face so you can see and kiss him properly.

- Long, tight hugs.

- Passionate kisses.

- Having his makeup smeared across your face. He runs a finger across the paint, rubbing his thumb over your lips and calling you beautiful.

- Sitting up late at night with him and stargazing.

- Waking up to soft kisses. Oftentimes it’s in the middle of the night but you don’t really mind, you just tiredly reach out to him as he takes off his boots and joins you in bed.

- He opts for more meaningful and romantic nicknames. Things like: Annabel Lee, darling, beloved, angel, my love, my life.

- Getting poetry and songs written about you. A lot of the time, he’ll leave them for you to find or; if they’re a song, quietly sing them to you in the dark of the night.

- He likes being held in your arms when you cuddle, his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. But he also loves to hold you, wrapping his arms tight around you and cherishing the way you snuggle into him.

- Eric is absolutely, irrevocably in love with you. You’ve never had a man so infatuated with you and you never will again. Your relationship isn’t the most conventional or normal, but you never doubt for a second that he loves you.

- He can’t stand the thought of you thinking that he doesn’t care. It’s the easiest way to tear him up inside.

- He’s incredibly sweet with you, always reassuring you with a laugh when you do something wrong, never getting mad at you for your mistakes and always making you feel better when you’re feeling down.

- Teasing each other, he likes spooking you a bit and overall just making you laugh.

- He’s still got a good sense of humor. His jokes may be stupid and he may tell you them a hundred times each but you never mind.

- Dancing together. Sometimes its romantic slow dancing and other times he’ll just break out into a little jig.

- Getting to watch all his gymnastic and athletic skills. He both amazes and amuses you with the things he does.

- Grand romantic gestures. He’s a hopeless romantic at heart.

- He used to have warm hands and he resents the fact that they’re always cold now. One of the main reasons he likes to hold your hands is because he can feel your warmth seeping into his skin.

- A lot of the time, he’ll just show up and/or vanish into thin air. He’s most likely scared you every now and again with the way he just appears in the doorway of your room or knocking at your window.

- He wants to take care of you whenever he can. Injured, sick, upset; he’s there for you and knows exactly what to do to make you feel better.

- Trying to help explain everything that happened to him and figure out how he’s back again; and how to keep him that way.

- He loves the little things about you; something he learned to do while you were together and perfected while he was dead. He could name a million things off the top of his head that you do or about your appearance that he absolutely adores.

- Having him play the guitar for you. You’ll usually sit behind him, resting your cheek on his back while he strums along, sometimes humming the words to one of his bands songs.

- Reading gothic literature together. He smiles whenever you tell him he has the perfect voice for it.

- He loves horror. Anything scary is right up his alley. Horror movies, Halloween, urban legends, scary stories; he loves them all.

- Taking care of Gabriel for him. The fluffy feline adores you and Eric likes coming home and seeing you curled up with him on the couch or bed.

- Kissing in the rain and in the dark of the night.

- He could genuinely sit and talk with you for hours, or just sit with you without saying a word. Just being by your side is enough for him.

- The two of you tend to stay indoors and enjoy quiet nights in, he liked it even before everything happened to him. He prefers being alone with you with no way to be interrupted.

- Getting to pet and interact with his crow. The two of you wind up spending a lot of time together.

- Getting close to and helping take care of Sarah. He loves just sitting back and watching the two of you play around. He’s adorable when he joins in on the fun.

- He loves how you make him feel normal, always treating him the same as before and making him feel like his old self again just by being with you.

- Tracing his scars. He sort of likes when you do it, it’s like you’re taking away the memories of that day and replacing them with happy ones.

- Comforting him when he thinks about his death and looks into your mind to see your memories of life without him. You just wrap yourself around his back and let him feel what he has to.

- Eric kinda goes feral sometimes. There’s two versions of this Eric: 1) the guy who kills and 2)the guy who’s looking at you with the eyes of a wolf, wanting to eat you alive. Sometimes he’ll just pounce, pulling you into his body and smashing his lips to yours.

- He’s incredibly protective of you. He knows how dangerous your city is and how fragile life can be. He’s determined to make sure nothing ever happens to you; even if it means hurting or killing other people.

- Because he can’t really be seen with you, he has a bit of a mean streak when it comes to jealousy. If he can, he’ll scare off anyone who he thinks is getting too close to you, threatening them the moment he can get them alone. You’re his and his alone.

- He never gets upset with you. He might have a bit of a temper; particularly after his death, but you’ll never be on the receiving end of it. You very rarely; if ever, fight, the only times he’ll argue or fight with you will when he’s worried about your safety which is something you’ll never hold against him.

- He’ll never get tired of hearing you say you love him. Oftentimes, he’ll ask you to say “it” again, nuzzling into you while you giggle and repeat yourself.

- He tells you he loves you constantly, repeating it between kisses, while kissing your forehead, or saying it while gazing deeply into your eyes. It feels so natural for him to say it; there's never any second guessing, it’s the one thing he’s completely sure about in his life.

- You aren’t sure what will happen to either of you in the future. All you know is that he’ll love you and you’ll love him for the rest of eternity.

#the crow imagine #the crow headcanons #the crow headcanon #eric draven imagine #eric draven headcanons #eric draven headcanon #eric draven x reader #90s movie imagine #90s movie headcanons #90s movie headcanon

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saturnseighthringg · 3 years ago

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Day 4: Secrets

After an especially challenging hunt, Dean and Cas down a little bit of liquid courage, and share secrets about how they feel.

Rating: T || Word Count: 1078 || Alcohol involved

I gotta say, I was really stumped on what I could do with this prompt, but thankfully, this little scene came to me. Soft and sweet late night conversation.

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It hadn’t been a good day. Like, at all. Nothing had gone right with the case, the research took too long, too many people died, the weapon almost didn’t work, the monster just didn’t wanna die, they’d had to call Cas for backup. Yea, a shit day.

The only silver lining, if it could even be called that, was that the case had only been a couple hours from the bunker. So after dispatching the hell spawn and cleaning up their mess, Dean, Sam and Cas had headed home, with Dean’s foot heavy on the gas.

After everybody had showered, and had dinner, Dean found himself in the study area with Cas. Sam had fucked off to his room, presumably to FaceTime Eileen. Dean was giving Cas a run down of all the shit they’d dealt with before he’d shown up and deus ex-machina’d their asses.

“I gotta say, Cas, you really came in clutch back there.” Dean shakes his head in frustration and sighs, downing the glass of whiskey. He didn’t drink it often, beer was his poison, but after today… “I’m really, kinda… mad at myself for not calling you sooner. I should have made the call as soon as the research wasn’t making sense. People were already dyin’. My fuckin’ pride just got in the way.” He shakes his hand vaguely. “So, thank you. For showin’ up. Even though you didn’t have to.”

Cas downs his own glass, and Dean watches, reverent. There’s something to be said for someone who can down some of the strongest whiskey in one go and not wince in the slightest. Angels Dean thinks. Cas had a head start on Dean while he was in the shower. And it must have been impressive, because when Cas speaks, his timber is slightly off, indicating his tipsy-ness. It doesn’t alter the way Dean still feels when his best friend speaks.

“Dean, can I share something with you? A secret, if you will.” Dean’s breath pauses. This was clearly something Cas probably wouldn’t say without liquor loosening his tongue.

Dean nods, not trusting his voice.

“It doesn’t matter if we somehow haven’t spoken in weeks, or months or even years, I will always come when you call.” He levels his gaze with Dean’s and Dean is paralyzed to look away. “I don’t care if we’ve said we never want to see each other again, if you need me, I’ll be there. I’m but a prayer away from you. Always.”

The eye lock continues far past what would be deemed socially acceptable. But that was the norm for the two of them. Looking in Cas’ eyes, Dean could be lost to the world. And it wouldn’t matter, because as Cas had just said, he’d protect Dean from anything.

“Dean, do you understand? I need you to.”

The liquor clearly does something for Dean as well. He nods. “Can I share a secret with you too?” Cas’ gaze never breaks as Dean barely registers Cas’ own nod. Dean’s never said anything like this before. Never been this vulnerable. And he’s trusting Cas. Sure, they’re both a little fuzzy, but if Cas can share something, Dean can too. Wasn’t that what best friends were for?- in the middle of the night, downing whiskey together?

“I’ll always need you, Cas. Even when I act like I don’t, or… I- I push you away, I need you. Prolly more, when I do that. And not just to fight monsters. I just… need you. To stick around. To be here.” Dean blows out a breath. Even drunk, that took a lot to say.

Cas doesn’t hesitate. It’s like what Dean said, he’s been waiting to hear. “Then I’ll be here.” And he says it so resolutely, Dean believes him immediately. They have a spotty track record, but Cas has made it a point in the last few years, to not lie to Dean. That whole God stint is more or less behind them, and aside from it, Cas has never given Dean a reason not to trust him.

Dean’s reverie breaks when Cas blinks. “You should get some sleep. It’s been a long day.”

Dean doesn’t wanna sleep, he wants to stay up and be with Cas. But he knows he’s not gonna last much longer, his eyes had gotten heavy in the time they’d spent lost in each other. “You’re gonna be here, right?”

Cas smiles, a small and soft one. “Yes, Dean.” And with that, he gets to his feet, surprisingly well, despite being tipsy, and hauls Dean to his. Dean is not in as good as shape Cas is, and in a startling show of faith and trust, rests his weight against Cas, silently asking for help. Again.

Thankfully, he and Cas share a brain cell every now and then, and Cas not only gets the question, but obliges him, guiding him through the bunker to his room. Cas helps him remove his outer layer of flannel, leaving him in a t-shirt, and that’s as far as Dean is getting. He face plants in his bed, murmuring a muffled “Thanks, Cas.” before drifting off, feeling safe.

In the morning, he wakes with a start, the night before coming back to him. He may have been drunk, but he remembers. On his bedside table is two pills and a glass of water. Dean downs it gratefully before hauling himself out of bed and trudging to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast.

Sam is already there, sipping on something green, yuck, and Dean wastes no time, zipping over to the coffee maker. To his surprise, it’s already on and there’s fresh coffee in there. Huh? He looks to Sam ready to ask him, but at that moment, Cas walks in.

Sam looks up, slightly startled. “Cas? What are you doing here? Not that I’m not grateful to have you here.” Sam amends quickly, always the peacekeeper, always the nice guy.

Cas shrugs. “I spent the night.” He flicks his eyes to Dean quickly, before focusing back on Sam. “I think I’m gonna stay a while if that’s okay.”

Sam nods eagerly. “Yea man, we’d love to have you.” He glances to Dean who has poured himself a cup of steaming hot goodness. Dean nods and Sam goes back to his yuck.

“Yea, we would.” Dean says with a small smile on his face. And he and Cas share a secret glance before he sets back to cooking breakfast.

#suptober21 #destiel #deanandcas #deancas #ficlet

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feathersandblue · 4 years ago

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How about this then:

Jack ends up the new god, and he decides that there’s no longer going to be a heaven or hell, just Earth and the Beyond, and he’s giving everyone – angels, demons, all monsters who aren’t irredeemably evil – a chance to choose where they want to go. Without their powers, of course, so that everyone gets a fresh start.

When the moment comes for Castiel to decide, Jack looks at him, and Cas looks back, and it’s a silent exchange where Jack is asking whether Castiel really wants to stay on earth when he’s burdened with this overwhelming, unrequited love that will burn inside him for the rest of his life. But despite that, Cas isn’t willing to leave earth behind. He’s got half a lifetime left to experience all its wonders, to love Dean and be his friend. All the while, Cas knows that Dean’s probably going to maintain a careful distance from now on. It hurts, but that’s life too, and so he gives up his Grace without a second thought. He simply takes a step back toward Dean and Sam, who’s standing there with Eileen, and Jack nods and is gone the next instant.

So then they all go back to the bunker. Their friends are back and their phones are ringing near-constantly, but somehow, there’s this silent agreement between them that they desperately need a break. Cas goes with them, of course, but he’s conspicuously silent, telling Sam who expresses concern that he’s simply re-adjusting to a fully human body and its needs. Fooling precisely no one.

At the bunker, Sam and Eileen retire to their room, but not before Sam, after drinking a singly glass of whisky with Dean, shelves the bottle and tells him to talk to Cas. Before Cas walks away. They’ve come to far to leave things like this unresolved.

Left alone, Dean goes looking for Cas and finds him in the room where he was taken by the Empty. Cas ist just standing there, looking lost, and gives a small smile when Dean enters. His confession, the weight and the meaning of it, is the elephant in the room. Dean clears his throat, attempts to make smalltalk. What a day, huh. It’s going to be tough to get used to a world without monsters. Cas doesn’t say much in return, avoiding his gaze.

So Dean’s strategy of feigning normalcy isn’t working. And there’s nothing left to do except finally face the music. “About what you said–“

And Cas, trying to avoid making Dean uncomfortable, offers to leave. He says he knows that Dean doesn’t love him the same way. It’s okay. He doesn’t expect...

“Cas.” Cas keeps talking. “Cas!” Running out of steam, Cas looks at him, lips parted, eyes wide and pleading.

“Come here,” Dean says. Cas hesitates, then finally obeys when Dean beckons him closer.

“Dean–“

“Kiss me.”

Cas is taken aback. He doesn’t want Dean to do anything out of obligation. Out of kindness and because he’s incapable of refusing someone he loves. He shakes his head, trying o put all of it into words, but once again, Dean stops him. “Kiss me. Christ, Cas, grow a pair. Just fucking do it.”

So Cas does. Gently. He frames Dean’s face with his hands, leans in for a soft, reverent kiss. Dean makes a noise deep in his throat, and Cas immediately pulls back. “Was that…”

Dean, running out of patience – running out of common sense – half mad with fear and despair, chest tight and an itch under his skin he can’t get rid off, takes the only course of action that remains, jumping in with both feet, knowing he’s going to drown. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

It escalates from there, very quickly, Dean coming apart under Cas’ hands between kisses and increasingly frantic groping and shoving each other against walls. It’s graceless, harsh, and Dean closes his eyes and lets himself feel.

Then there’s a moment – Dean’s shirt is half off, Cas, unbelievably, is still wearing his trenchcoat while looking decidedly wrecked – where Cas suddenly stills, putting a hand on Dean’s chest. “Your heartbeat,” he says softly. “You’re shaking.”

“Yeah.” Dean laughs, breathless. “Yeah, no shit. Come on. Come on.”

“Dean. This isn’t – I know you don’t…”

And Dean says, in a voice foreign to himself, “Cas. I heard you. Back when … I heard you. Do you really think I’m stupid enough to let you go?”

“Oh,” Cas says, and Dean mutters, “Shut up,” and kisses him.

Fade to black.

In the next scene, they’re lying on the bed in post-coital bliss.

“I could …” Cas starts, sounding weirdly hesitant. “If you wanted …”

Dean, who has been staring at the ceiling for reasons unknown – possibly in a state of both disbelief and exhaustion – turns his head. “What?”

“I could ask Jack. He might be persuaded to … make certains changes to my current shape.”

“Huh?” It takes a moment for Dean to catch up. And then the image is there, in his mind, unbidden – Cas’ face, only more feminine, his jaw a little softer, dark wavy hair. Soft curves, swaying hips. Taken aback, he stares at Cas whose expression gives nothing away.

Then, slowly, he shakes his head. He can’t explain it, but even entertaining the idea feels wrong. “No,” he says, swallowing. “No.”

“Dean…”

“Shut up. If we do this, we just do it, and it doesn’t fucking matter, you hear me?” And with that, Dean tumbles him back in the sheets.

For the first couple of weeks, they fuck like bunnies. Any attempt by Cas to have an actual conversation ends up with Dean pinning him against the nearest surface, and Cas, helplessly in love, indulging his own desires as well as Dean’s, always gives in.

The only way out is through, so Dean fucks Cas like he thinks he can exorcise his own deep-rooted homophobia this way. Urgency, confusion, lost in explosive orgasms, moments of peace when he passes out in bliss in Cas’ arms. He finds himself reaching for Cas, craving … everything. Filling the void inside him with Cas, Cas, Cas.

When Sam and Eileen leave the bunker to reconnect with the rest of humanity, Dean and Cas stay behind and don’t get out of bed for days.

Only slowly, he urgency fades, and Dean comes to terms with being … bi, apparently, if the way he gets off on sucking Cas’ dick is an indication. They can’t keep hiding in the bunker forever. Their first visit takes them to see how Sam and Eileen are doing. While they’re on their way in the Impala, Dean is suddenly starting to freak out. Everything feels the same, only it isn’t – the monsters are gone, he’s no longer a hunter, Sam’s no longer at his side, and Cas – Cas and he – he gets out of the car, doubling over, fighting off an anxiety attack.

It takes a while before he can breathe again. Cas is beside him, looking concerned. Looking … stricken.

Dean takes a deep breath. It feels like getting fresh air for the first time in forever. He looks around, sees the world, beautiful and bright and different. He turns his head to look at Cas, and everything finally falls into place. And all at once, it’s the easiest thing in the world to take a step toward Cas, to crowd him against the Impala, their bodies slotting together effortlessly like they’re two parts of a whole.

“Cas,” Dean says, short for I love you, and kisses him.

#destiel #headcanon #writing

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tizzymcwizzy · 5 years ago

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A Puppeteer Rewrite

Adrinette April Day 5 - Statue

Puppeteer 2 is the bane of my fucking existence so I rewrote the iconic “statue scene” because I quite literally died while watching it.

I had to rewatch this goddamned episode because I had repressed it so hard that I completely forgot what happened, so please enjoy this at the expense of my suffering.

@adrinetteapril

Ao3

“Don’t get so hung up over friendship, Adrien.” Plagg flew around his head and leaned on an elbow mid-air. “Friendships wither away, cheese doesn’t!” He mused.

“You don’t get it, Plagg. Marinette’s friendship means a lot to me, I couldn’t bear it if she doesn’t like being around me.” Adrien sighed and closed the elevator doors. “I probably did something stupid to make her uncomfortable.” He brushed a hand through his hair. Man, this was confusing. Was he really this socially inept? Nino was usually pretty easy to understand, but he’d been weird all day. Did Adrien do something to upset all of them? Why was making friends so hard? “I’ve got to make it up to her somehow.” Adrien clenched his fists in determination. He definitely wasn’t going to give up on them.

The elevator doors opened. “How do you plan on doing that?” Plagg asked, following Adrien out of the elevator.

“Well y’know,” he didn’t really know, “by doing friend stuff, getting her to relax around me. Like stuff you do for me, cheering me up,” he scratched Plagg chin making him purr happily, “making jokes, playing pranks,” he gasped. “That’s it!”

“What’s it?” Plagg asked, flipping over onto his back.

“I’ll play a prank on her! Jokes always make me relax, I’m sure it’ll work,” Adrien reasoned.

“Uhh, you sure about that? She seemed pretty terrified of you.” Plagg raised his eyebrow.

“It’ll be fine, Plagg. Don’t worry.” Whenever Adrien was really stressed out about school and all his daily obligations, Plagg would play a prank on him to get him out of his funk. “Now, what's a good prank?” Adrien scratched his chin and looked around the wax museum.

“-be cool, be cool. I’ll be cool, I’m cool, I’m cool!” A door on the other side of the room kicked open with a loud bang. “I am the coolest person on the planet!” Marinette yelled.

Quick Adrien! He formulated a plan. “Hide, Plagg,” Adrien whispered before taking a pose.

“What’re you gonna do?” Plagg hissed into his ear, glancing frantically between the door and Adrien.

“Shhh! It’s a prank!” Adrien whisper yelled back.

“Marinette is the coolest person on the planet, of course she ca- AAAAUGH!” Marinette jumped back at the sight of him, swinging her arms around. She stared at him and then relaxed. “Oh phew, it’s just the statue.” She laughed, wiping her brow. “Didn’t think they’d finish it so fast,” she reached out and touched his hand. “Oh it’s still warm,” her voice quieted to a whisper. “Still war- ah! I shouldn’t touch it!” She swiped her hand away like she was burned. “Ugh, I’m such a klutz,” she sighed and facepalmed, shaking her head. “Doesn’t wax melt to the touch? Or is that just candle wax? Is candle wax the same as wax figure wax?” She tilted her head. “Oh, Marinette, you should’ve listened when the nice tour guide lady was explaining everything. But nooo, you were so caught up in-” she frowned. “No. I’m a cool person, I’ve got to make it up to him.”

Him? Was she talking about him?

“That’s right, I’ve just got to explain everything and,” she started to walk past Adrien. Then she stopped and then began to yell again. “Aaugh! I can’t! I can’t do it!” She scratched her head and spun on her heel. “I’ll just hide out in the bathroom and text Alya to come get me when we leave.” Marinette stuck a hand in the air and made her way towards the bathroom before stopping again. “No! Don’t be a coward Marinette!” She spun quickly on her heel again, eyes shut tightly. Her eyes burst open in a determined rage, staring straight at his chest. He looked away quickly. “Ooohh, why is this so hard?” She put her head in her hands.

Marinette stayed that way for the while. Adrien contemplated scaring her at this point, but the timing wasn’t right. He definitely didn’t plan on her rambling to herself. He was about to move when she perked up.

“Wow, it’s so detailed.” She murmured, peeking between her fingertips. Adrien stiffened. She fell into a squat and poked his shoe. “There’s even scuffs on his shoes, oh and look, his laces are even tied the way he always does them.” She laughed. “The loops are always a little longer than the way Alya ties hers.” She made a little hand motion as she thought out loud.

Adrien blinked. That was a little strange, but Marinette did have an artistic eye, she probably picked up on details like that all the time. He wondered how Nino tied his shoes.

She stood up again and pulled at the fabric of his jacket. “The jacket is Gabriel brand as well,” she chuckled to herself. “Only the highest quality for my son,” she lowered her voice to impersonate his father. She snorted and ran a finger along the seam of his shirt.

Adrien had to use almost all his willpower not to laugh.

“Oh!” She yelped again pulling her hand away. “Don’t touch the statues, Marinette!” She scolded herself and looked up into his eyes. She ghosted a finger along his hair, careful not to touch it. “I wonder how long it took them to get your hair right, Waxdrien.” She laughed at her joke. “I bet it takes a long time for anyone to get your hair right,” she mused. Marinette pauses staring into his eyes. “So green,” she whispered softly.

His eyes twitched to look at her. Was this the right time?

She held her breath and backed away from him, folding her hands behind her back. “Oh Waxdrien, do you know how I can get myself out of this mess?” She glanced at his eyes. “I think I hurt my friend because I was acting super weird.”

She hurt him?

“Think I should practice my apology with you?” She laughed. “Well, it never hurts to prepare,” she scratched her cheek, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.

Should he stop her now? Should he? Adrien was beginning to sweat.

“Okay, Uhh,” she sighed. “Adrien, look, umm, I’m sorry, about what I said. I mean, i- it wasn’t what I meant to say, it came out wrong and that’s my bad, sorry.” She looked up at him and shuffled her feet. “Look, I, Adrien I like you. You’re one of my best friends, and I don't want anything to be weird between us, I was just being weird earlier cause, cause I-” she paused, biting her lip. Looking almost on the verge of tears. “I’m afraid.” She exhaled. “Not of you! No, no you're not scary!” She put her arms out in front of her and shook them reverently. “I’m, I'm afraid of what you think of me.” She cupped her cheeks in her hands. “I really want you to like me, and to not hate me, and I’m really scared that you’ll find me weird or crazy.” She tugged at her pigtails, closed her eyes and shook her head. “So I was trying to make that clear and it came out all wrong and I’m sorry if I made you feel really weird and awkward around me,”

“It’s okay, Marinette,” Adrien whispered.

Her eyes flew open. “DwaAAUGH! Adrien!?” She jumped back again. “Wha- I-“ she gasped, clapping her hands over her mouth. Her face turned a brilliant shade of red, causing a pang of guilt to stab him in the gut.

“Sorry, I was trying to play a prank on you,” he explained, the panic rising in his voice. “I thought it would make you relax around me.” Marinette stared back at him. “I- I thought you were mad at me, sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck.

She relaxed slowly. “Oh, Adrien, I, no no no, I wasn’t mad at you, I just,” she sighed, looking at her feet. “Well I- I guess you know.” She mumbled.

“Sorry about that, I wasn’t expecting,” you too pour your heart out, “well, that.” He grimaced at his lack of eloquence.

“It’s, fine,” she murmured. “What I said was true though.” She looked up at him and tugged her pigtails. “I really appreciate our friendship and I don’t want to ruin it.” She sighed, covering her eyes with her hands. “This wasn’t the way I was expecting to tell you, though.” She said through her fingers.

He laughed. “I appreciate our friendship too.” He took her hands and gently pulled them away from her face. “I was trying to be funny, but I’m not very good at jokes. The girl I like always says they’re bad.” He laughed. Ladybug’s eye rolls had become a constant as he proudly took up the mantle as a superhero wise-crack.

“The, the girl you li-,” Marinette blinked at him, furrowing her brows and turning away.

“Hmm? What was that Marinette?” Adrien walked around her to see her face. “Did I say something?” Oh no, what did he do?

She bit her lip and sighed deeply. “It’s, I- it’s nothing.” She whispered and shook her head. “It’s nothing,” she turned back toward him and smiled. “I’m fine,” she sighed.

“You sure?” He asked. Were people always this hard to read, or was it just his social ineptitude?

“Yeah, yeah,” she shook her head and grinned. “I think your jokes are pretty funny.” She poked him in the chest.

“You do?” He raised his brows and blinked.

“Mhmm,” she hummed. Then her face lit up. “Hey, let's go play a prank on Alya and Ni- Hawkmoth!?” Her eyes blew wide as she stared past him. Adrien swung around to see none other than hawkmoth himself standing by the door. He ran towards them, flipping his cane.

Adrien turned and grabbed an umbrella off the Aurora wax figure, blocking Hawkmoth’s blow with the umbrella. “Go, Marinette! Call for help!” He called behind him.

She frowned and nodded. “Got it!” She ran back to the stairs. They’d have to continue this later.

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Adrien watched Marinette and Alya talk animatedly from behind the car window. Alya was holding Marinette by the shoulders and reaching up to pet her hair while Marinette laughed and shook her head over and over again. Eventually, Marinette and Alya stopped talking and said their goodbyes. Marinette waved back at them and approached the car. Adrien leaned over the middle seat to quickly open the door for her.

“Thanks,” She mumbled and sat down, fastening her seatbelt.

“No problem, he said absentmindedly. “To Marinette’s house, please.” Adrien tapped his driver on the shoulder. The tower of a man nodded and pulled the car away from the curb.

Adrien glanced at Marinette, who was looking out the window. He should say something. This was getting awkward.

“Umm,” They both said and turned towards each other.

“Oh, you go first,” Adrien gestured for her to speak.

“No, no, you go.” Marinette insisted and shook her head.

“Okay, um,” He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, are we cool?” He asked.

“Hmm?” She hummed, tilting her head.

“I mean, umm,” he sighed. “Sorry. I’m still really new to this having friends thing.” He chuckled dryly. “We’re still friends, right, Marinette?”

“Huh? Oh! Yes, yes of course!” She laughed and shook her head. “We weren’t ever not friends!” Marinette put her hands up. “I- well you know what I said.” She looked away and ducked her head.

Of course, he knew what she said. How would he ever forget? “Right, sorry about that again.” He laughed and facepalmed. “I’m not good at being funny.”

“Hey,” she elbowed him and laughed. “I think you’re fine at being funny.” She covered her mouth and giggled. “Though, pretending to be a statue might not have been the best thing to do at the time.”

“Hey! I was short on time, and I’m not that creative.” Adrien crossed his arms and pouted. She continued to laugh into her hands. “Stop laughing at me!” He cried, laughing with her.

“Why did you do that anyway?” She said between giggles.

“I was, I was worried I’d upset you or something.” He sighed, whenever I’m upset a good joke usually makes me feel better. So I thought, well,” He looked up at her from under his bangs. “Y’know.”

“I’m, I’m surprised you care that much,” she whispered.

“Of course I care,” he took her hand in his. “Your friendship means everything to me, Marinette.” He smiled.

She blinked at him, before melting into a bashful smile. “Thank you, that means a lot.”

“Of course,” he whispered.

“Your friendship means a lot to me as well.” She explained, looking into his eyes.

His driver cleared his throat.

“Oh, uh,” Marinette looked out the window to her house. He didn’t even realize they’d stopped. “Well, um,” She looked back at Adrien and pulled her hand out of his grasp. It was cold without hers. “Friends?” She chuckled, putting her fist up in a fistbump.

“Friends.” He smiled and bumped her hand with his.

“I’ll see you, Adrien.” She opened the car door and unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Thanks for today, Marinette, I’ll see you later.” He waved.

“Of course, bye!” She grinned wide and closed the car door, waving at him through the window as they pulled away.

He propped himself up on the seat to smile at her through the back window. She spotted him and threw her hands up above her head, waving with a wide grin on her face. He chuckled to himself and sat back down. Marinette sure is great, he thought, warmly.

#ml #mlb #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #adrinette #adrinette april #adrinette april 2020 #puppeteer 2 #puppeteer 2 rewrite #day 5 statue #my writing #ml fic #mlb fic #ml fanfic #mb fanfic

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verobatto · 5 years ago

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I told you... Purgatory is in the air...

Is Broken/fix it/go to Purgatory

Destiel meta. Supernatural 15x08 meta. Our Father Who are not in Heaven.

Hello my dears!!!! Did you enjoyed this mid season finale episode? It was epic to me because it was full of surprises and the cliffhanger... My friends... It surprised but then, recalling my whole metas from last season 14, is not so unexpected...

I will invite you to read my analysis about Purgatory before I can continue here...

Let's make a tour inside Dean's soul

In this meta I wrote in the pre season 14 hiatus, I talked about how Dean realizes he is in love with Castiel in Purgatory.

Purgatory is in the air

This is from episode 14x03, in which I saw parallels between AUMichael and Purgatory references.

Destiel Chronicles Volume XXX Purgatory of Love

From my series of meta Destiel Chronicles, about season 8 and Purgatory.

Okay... Let's start this...

Is broken

When the episode starts and ruing the whole hour, we saw Dean and Cas being separated, showing us in the frames, the bond is disconnected.

They are working together but they're not in Synchronization and they are still mad and hurted.

Castiel showed by Sam's side. Like their bond is stronger now than Dean and Castiel's.

Even in the frame when Donnie is trying to read the demon tablet, we have Dean in one side and Sam and Cas on the other side.

When they are about to do the spell, Dean cut his hand, to use his blood and then Cas heals him... But Castiel for the first time DIDN'T TOUCH DEAN TO HEAL HIM. HE DIDN'T TOUCH HIM!!! And Sam side eying them noticing something is odd there...

Dean keeps treating bad Castiel. Sam and Dean are taking war decisions here and Cas is thinking about Jody, Donna and Eileen. The heart decision. He's emotional, because he had passed for too much, lost a lot of people and Jack because of Chuck. Dean snapped at him some other hard words "If you wanna stay here, then stay." Like... We are not going to obligate you to come with us.

If you don't want to come with me, fine. Stay!

That also is part of their bond, till now Castiel always offered himself to go with Dean, no matter what.

Gif by talented friend @agusvedder

Fix it

When Rowena, Queen of Hell (OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!), Sent Sam to fill her glass... The scene was very interesting...

Cas... Empty seat...Dean

Rowena knew something was wrong with them, the connection is broken. She cares about those two. They answered at the same time a not really very convincing"Fine" to her. And yes... Rowena has something bro tell them.

They better fix things now they can, she couldn't do that with his son, and that's something that will live like a spine in her heart. So she knows what she's talking about...

And the mention of the Flesh to Flesh sex, and the camera showing Dean's priceless face... It reminded me to the "What is by is by" scene with Dean swallowing uncomfortably. Rowena's quotes has that effect on him.

How could Dean fix it?

When he is talking with Sam about Eileen... It gave me talking to myself vibes. Why? He mentioned the happy pie life, but them, as hunter's, can't have it. But what about settled down with a hunter?

Eileen... Is the perfect girl for Sam, according to Dean, because...

She knows about this life... Just like Cas...

She's hot... Just like Cas.

And they deserve better... Yes... They all deserve better...

The episode continued, and Cas and Dean weren't looking at each other... When one of them watched, the other didn't... And they kept doing that the whole episode...

But we were talking about how Dean could fix things with Cas? One is talking, like Rowena said... And second...

ADAM: What about 'I'm sorry'?

This was so so screaming WHAT ABOUT SAYING I'M SORRY TO CAS!??? Adam looked at Dean in the eye, and the camera showed us a very affected Dean.

Go To Purgatory

And if you have readed the metas I put at the beginning of this one, you will understand how perfectly this was constructed...

For me, Purgatory was the place in which Dean realized what he really wanted. Because he didn't feel human's necessities as EAT, SLEEP, etc... So, the only thing that remained in his head and heart... After clearing of all these things, was the Purity of his heart: TO FIND CASTIEL. BECAUSE HE LOVED HIM.

He prayed to him, every night, till he found him. And when CAS explained why he had gone... Boom!

Realization face!

That face right there, i wrote this a thousands of times and I can't believe they're coming back to this people, so maybe I was right. Dean realizes he loves Castiel right in this moment. It wasn't just friendship, it was more huge and pure. And he had to come to this place, this place that was pure, to get to the point of it.

It also was a prelude season 14: WHAT DO YOU WANT SEASON.

AUMichael asking to everyone, because he wanted to know what was wrong with his bond with Dean, because my theory says they didn't bond. They didn't. That's why Dean fought the possession. And that's why Michael wanted to know what Dean really wanted. And AUMichael wearing a lotus flower ring in episode 14x09 (the lotus flower means purity) and talking about purity, was the prelude to this. Because now is our Michael who put Dean and Cas together again in that pure place where Dean knew he loved Castiel.

So yes, you need to fix this, because this time IS BROKEN.

I just can't stop thinking about that scene in episode 6x20 when Dean desperately shouted to CAS WE CAN FIX THIS! AND Castiel answered DEAN IS NOT BROKEN!

Well... Now it is... Now is time...

"Leave. I want you dead. We didn't bond."

And Dean's regretful face...

(All these gifs are from my friend @agusvedder )

Is Broken! Fix it! Go to Purgatory!

To Conclude:

Dean and Cas keep mad at each other, the tension is so big, they need something big to happen to fix it.

Te recall to Carver era form the beginning of the season, reached his climax now in the cliffhanger of mid season, sending Cas and Dean alone, together, again to Purgatory, where Dean realized he loved Castiel. A pure place where he cleared his head (just as he said he wanted in 15x07).

I hope you like this meta, see you in the next one!

Tagging @metafest @gneisscastiel @emblue-sparks @magnificent-winged-beast @agusvedder @weirddorkylittlediana @michyribeiro @whyjm @legendary-destiel @a-bit-of-influence @thatwitchydestielfan @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @lykanyouko @evvvissticante @savannadarkbaby @trickster-archangel @dea-stiel @mybonsai1976 @anarchiana @angelwithashotgunandtrenchcoat @trashblackrainbow @destielshipper221b @mishtho @dancingtuesdaymorning @feathered-castiel @bre95611 @zoerayne2426 @justmeand-myinsight @that-one-fandom-chick @proccastinate @studio-hatter @pepevons @liwopanyaasss @poorreputation @mrsaquaman187 @staycejo1

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mittensmorgul · 4 years ago

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Hi Mittens, I’m the anon who asked about Christo. I’m sorry to cause any confusion. One example is how they treated Abbadon. Dean specifically outlines how they are going to make sure she’s dead by dismemberment and burying the pieces in concrete. They even repeat that scene in the episode previouslies where Abbadon comes back. So why didn’t they dispose of her like they proclaimed? Then they both leave the room to take the phone call and she escapes. 1 of 2.

2/2 It reminded me of them leaving the Styne brother alone in the dungeon and he escaped. Shouldn’t they know to lock the bad guys down more securely? Your anon who mentioned President Rooney reminded me of that strange situation with the golden egg. Why were they hanging around in the hotel room just to get caught by the feds? Shouldn’t they have freed him and ran? I feel they should be shown to be smarter. So is the writing face value for their characters or is the writing inconsistent?

Hi there! and thank you for writing back! It’s not a problem at all! I love answering questions if I can, and you’re lucky I have some answers to this one that you will hopefully find satisfying. :)

(note that I would put this under a cut, but tumblr has been breaking them lately, so I’m not gonna risk that... apologies for the very long post)

Let’s start with Abaddon, since that one is incredibly easy. They 100% did do exactly what they said they were gonna do to her. They very much did hack her up and bury her under concrete in/after 8.12. They thought they could use her as the demon for the cure in 8.22, though. They’d been trying to capture a demon, but Crowley had ordered all his demons to stay away from them. Here, from the transcript of 8.22

DEAN: Could we take this hoodoo on a test drive?

SAM: Um, I mean, I have the exorcism right here. All we need is the blood, consecrated ground, and a demon. So, what? We summon a demon, trap it –

DEAN: Or – or we use one that we've already tagged. Do we still have dad's old army field surgeon's kit?

SAM: It's in the trunk. Why?

DEAN: Yeah, I think it's time we put humpty dumpty back together again.

They dug her up and stitched her back together (sans hands), and were intending to use her to perform the Third Trial. Hence the stitches holding her head on:

Agreed they were kinda dense leaving her alone, even without her hands attached, when their phone rang... Crowley was calling to blackmail them and it gave Abaddon time to escape. Which is why they ended up capturing and using Crowley for the Third Trial.

Then in 8.23, when she shows up to tell Crowley that she’ll be taking over Hell now, Sam douses her with holy oil and lights her up. We don’t know definitively what happened to her or her remains after that point because A LOT happened at the end of 8.23, and “making sure abaddon was really dead-dead” was not at the top of Dean’s priority list, you know? Which is the state from which she was resurrected in 9.02...

But in between, she absolutely did spend half a season chopped up under concrete. This is not “bad writing” or incoherent continuity.

They didn’t really have a way to definitively “kill” her, you know? the best they could do was to trap her and bury her, but their own desperation to get the doors of hell slammed shut (which, if you know me you know I think is the biggest act of hubris the Winchesters have ever attempted to carry out) they didn’t really stop to think “hey maybe this is the worst idea.”

I also don’t think they knew that Abaddon had the power to command her hands to do her bidding when they were literally in a box on a table across the room from her... I mean, I would’ve been OVERLY cautious about that sort of thing just because, but I’ll forgive them because they were distracted, stressed, and overwhelmed. Sam was experiencing massive Trial Sickness, Dean was worried about him AND Cas, and then if that wasn’t enough, Crowley called to tell them he was methodically gonna kill everyone they ever saved until they gave in to his demands.

They were kinda distracted... ?

Okay, moving on to the next one: Eldon Styne and the Half-Assed Handcuff. Let’s start by remembering a few details about this Dumbass Scene.

1. It was Bucklemming... something in me always wonders if the crew deliberately fucks around with stuff in their episodes, like the ridiculously ill-fitting handcuff. because

2. this was 10.21, aka the most infamous and egregious example of that one square on the bucklemming bingo card: characters being dumb for plot. Or something like that. I don’t remember the exact wording, but basically having characters at entirely stupid because they need them to do A Plot Thing and can’t think of a better way to accomplish that.

3. this was 10.21, in which the cast, crew, and a good number of the other writers were essentially working under protest, because pretty much EVERYONE other than Carver, Singer, and Bucklemming objected to Charlie’s death.

4. Knowing point 3, please refer back to point 1.

But also, The Styne Family was possibly the STUPIDEST thing the show has ever done, as a whole. The derailing of s10′s overarching plot because whoopsie they were renewed, and Carver wouldn’t be ending the series at the end of s10 like he’d been planning, and oh no they’d come WAY too close to the end of some of their major character arcs and that couldn’t be allowed if the show was continuing, but... double whoopsie Carver was already in development on a new series that he’d obligated himself to, so mad scramble to pull SOMETHING out of his squid-shaped hat and for whatever reason they settled on freaking cartoonish supervillains the Frankenstein Family who had to be both terrifying up front (to pose a serious enough risk to take seriously at all) and then fold like cheap suits when confronted by one (1) MoC-Fueled Dean.

They were scary in 10.18, thanks to Robbie Thompson. It was that final reveal in that episode that let me know we were headed, though. The Styne Family Crest? Yeah, stolen from Young Frankenstein:

(image from the superwiki)

If you’ve never seen Young Frankenstein, please do. It’s freaking HILARIOUS. But it let me know that these were not the terrifying Big Bads we were expecting, they were a parody. They were set up to be Terrible People the rest of the writers could mock. They we were saddled with the atrocity that was 10.21. And Dabb finished them off in Badass Dean Style in 10.22. And that was it, never to be heard from again.

Disclaimer: I have written a whole heck of a lot about this (and about how this was possibly my least favorite thing the show has ever done). the back half of s10 is a hot mess, the Stynes were the worst villains ever (boring, stupid, easily defeated, etc.), and 10.21 in particular hits all the lows even for bucklemming... so I honestly won’t even attempt to defend this one. This was Bad Writing.

And finally, President Rooney... in 12.08, why did Sam and Dean stick around after Cas and Kelly fled? I’ll start this out by reminding everyone that this... surprise... was bucklemming again. Remember that bingo card I mentioned?

(lol I went and found it, credit for this one goes to @messier51 back in the olden days... https://messier51.tumblr.com/post/68535147632/buckleming-bingo is the original post, from 2013)

and there it is, lower left corner, “Sam/Dean makes a decision that makes no sense.” This is a pattern for them, where they knew the end of the episode must have Sam and Dean being carted off to Black Ops Prison, and this was the best they could think of to get them there.

I’ve said before that I am willing to handwave a lot about this episode because of everything it will give to us down the line (12.09, Jack, it’s basically building the stage on which the rest of s12 is set). And I’ve previously offered the theory that they were Concerned For The President and making sure that he would live/suffer no repercussions of his possession by Lucifer. But I mean, the secret service dudes were literally on the other side of the door and would’ve been able to tend to him just as well, if not better. I think Sam and Dean may have-- in Bucklemming’s minds-- believed that they would be fine. They were only really worried about Kelly being caught there. They thought they would be viewed as “heroes who helped save the president” and not “dangerous threats attempting to kill the president.”

Agreed, it was a stupid thing to thing, especially since Rooney apparently didn’t remember his possession, and is never heard from again in-show. He couldn’t corroborate Sam and Dean’s story. I mean, they could’ve said they were staying in the room next door (it was an adjoining room, because Cas and Kelly sneaked out that door after the secret service guys stormed into the president’s room), and they could’ve just said they heard a ruckus, someone calling for help, and simply found him like that. But they didn’t know that one secret service agent had already been warned about them specifically by “President Lucifer.” That’s absolutely something they should’ve considered would happen, but uh... they didn’t, because bucklemming.

But yeah, that’s... a thing with these writers in particular... we try to acrobat our way around these sorts of things as best we can, and move on :’D

If you have any other questions, please let me know! Otherwise, please check out my tags for these specific episodes. I think I got them all on this post...

#spn 8.22 #spn 8.23 #spn 9.02 #spn 10.21 #spn 10.18 #spn 10.22 #spn 12.08 #spn 12.09 #bucklemming canon acrobatics #that's my tag for this sort of gymnastic theorizing on their episodes #there's... a lot there to read :'D #Anonymous

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percywinchester27 · 5 years ago

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About a boy (Part-10)

Word count: 3.5K

Warning: Suspense, feels, physical abuse, child-trafficking and bullying

Characters: Dean, Cas, Gabriel, Benny, Michael, OCs and… Sam?

Summary: Dean Winchester has a secret. A secret that could really land him in trouble. He never expected to connect with anyone when he walked into the ‘Blue Stone Orphanage for Boys,’ but even then, the walls he has put up are slowly coming down. Now, a series of strange events are threatening to expose him. When everything starts falling apart around him, will he still be able to save the one person that matters the most?

A/N: Hey, look! I wrote a part that is not a cliffhanger! Who would have thought? All the love to my babes @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @deanssweetheart23 for beta reading this story <3

About a boy masterlist

It was a hot afternoon. Everything that moved and breathed in the boys home was either sweating or stinking or both. The game room especially was oozing of unnecessary enthusiasm over dumb games. Cas wanted to ask the ten year olds playing throw-ball in front of him to shut up.

He didn’t do it though, because deep down he knew that it wasn’t the kids he was mad at. If it had been any ordinary day on a Sunday afternoon, he would be right here with Dean going rounds at table tennis. He’d be as breathless and sweaty as everyone else. Instead, he was holed up in a corner here, giving a stink eye to people for no fault of theirs. No, he wasn’t mad at them. He was mad at Dean… and then feeling guilty about feeling that way.

Dean deserved the time off. Afterall he had found out that by looking at the records, he might never find his brother, because the name might have been changed. Cas had tried to console him that maybe they should still continue looking at the files. What if the name hadn’t been changed? Maybe Sam’s file- labelled as Sam- was still out there somewhere. But even Cas knew that was half hearted, because if there really had been a Sam, Will would have found him. They weren’t just looking for a needle in a stack of needles now. They were looking for a goddamn particle.

It had been a whole week since that night and Dean had refused to talk to anyone. It didn’t help that the school was shut for spring break. This way he wasn’t obligated to spend the classes with Cas. During the first couple of days, Dean had resorted to lying in bed and not speaking with anyone. Afterwards, he’d just disappear in the morning after breakfast to some corner of the estate and then return directly late at night, avoiding Cas at all times.

At first, Cas gave him his space, disheartened himself about the possibility of never finding Sam, but after a week of this, Dean’s behaviour was starting to get on his nerves.

“Cas?”

The quiet and now familiar voice made Cas look up. Will was standing before him, eyes trained down, shuffling from toe to toe.

“Will!”

A small surge of pity went through Cas at the site of the boy. Despite Dean’s aloofness, Will hadn’t given up on the search. He was still on a lookout for Sam, he still picked the locks to look in the record room whenever he could. And in all of this, he was the only one who understood how hurt Cas was feeling.

“How’s Dean doing?” Will asked, still looking down.

“The same,” Cas replied. “Refuses to see anyone.”

“Hmmm…” Will nodded to himself. He looked like his head was someplace else. And his eyes were unfocused, not in the way that his head was a million miles away. They looked blank.

“Will, are you okay?” Cas asked cautiously. “You look… off….”

Will didn’t answer immediately. “Hhhuh?” He stuttered, head jerking up for the first time.

“I asked if you were okay,” Cas repeated patiently. A strange feeling was creeping up in his stomach, like a premonition of something bad.

“I-I’m okay,” Will said in a monotone. “I cleared the Olympiad.”

“Will, this is great news!” Cas burst out, his lips stretching into a smile. “You’re such a smart kid!”

Will said nothing. He was looking out of the window now, and Cas vehemently tried to suppress the icky feeling in his gut.

Finally, Will turned to meet Cas’ eyes for the first time with some solidity to expression and tone. “If you get hold of Dean, tell him I want… no, tell him I need to talk to him.”

“Okay,” Cas agreed quickly, hoping Will would say something more.

But Will was already walking away. “I’m gonna go now,” he said. “I have to find Barry.”

Cas sighed and slumped back. Poor Will, he thought. That kid had been trying to catch hold of Dean for a while now. He’d gone from worried to eager to this. However, behind Will’s odd blankness, Cas could feel a brewing desperation… the sort that came with fear. Will was scared of something, and as far as Cas could tell, it seemed to be something entirely new. It has scared Will enough to want to seek out the boy he looked up to… to seek out Dean.

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Dean was sitting by the window of his empty dorm room, turning an apple over and over in his hand. He had sneaked it out at breakfast. Even though he had skipped lunch and was feeling the hunger pangs, he didn’t really want to eat anything.

Afternoons were the best to be holed up in the dorm sometimes. It was always empty then, his other three inmates involved in something or the other. It made sulking alone easier.

There was a slight shuffle and Dean could see Benny slide into his top bunk in his peripheral vision. Dean ignored him; and with how quiet Benny was, it was easy to pretend he wasn’t even there. That was until Benny spoke.

“Should have known you didn’t have it in you.”

Dean’s head turned like a whip. “What did you say?”

Benny snorted, looking into a book he had somehow managed to open in the short span. “I said,” he repeated, “I should have known you were a wimp. That you couldn’t do jack squat when it came to exposing the Stynes.”

Anger welled up inside Dean, as sudden as a volcano. “How dare you judge me when you don’t know shit!”

Benny remained unmoved, and his voice remained calm when he said, “Oh, I know enough. I know you had the epic realisation that your brother’s name might be changed on the papers. So what?”

“So what?” Dean growed. Was this guy evening listening to himself? Sam’s name was the only lead Dean had. Nothing else. Finding Sam was his goal, his only hope. What did Benny know of his hopelessness?

“I have lost every chance of finding my brother now,” Dean said slowly, his voice seething. “You have no clue how that feels.”

Benny looked down at him in disdain. “How much do you remember of this so-called brother of yours, Winchester? His hair color, his smile? You must barely even remember holding him, do you? And I? I knew Jaime for years. We grew up together, shared every scratch and every smile. When I was sick with pneumonia as a kid, he was there with me, staying up all night. He was more than a blood brother to me. So don’t you tell me I don’t know how it feels. And I did more to find Jaime than what you’re doing. I didn’t give up at the first obstacle and shut myself in a room, throwing a tantrum like a baby.”

“That’s enough!” said a sharp voice.

Dean turned to see Cas standing at the door, his finger clutching the edge of the door tightly. Tight enough that his knuckles were white.

“That’s enough, Benny!” Cas warned. “You don’t need to be this harsh with him!”

“Harsh?” Benny scoffed. “He’s a domestic kid, raised in a home, Castiel! He doesn’t know harsh. You know what’s harsh? What is happening to those poor bastards getting kidnapped out there. Sold, hurt… God knows what even happens to them! Your friend here has all the resources he needs to expose these fiends for what they are, and here he is acting like a wuss when one thing goes against his mighty plan.”

“Benny…” Cas looked thunderstruck, and Dean had gone completely white, his hands shaking at his sides.

Benny looked at Dean. “I really thought you were what this place needed. You’re smart and focused, and I thought you had the courage. But turns out you’re just too damn self-centered and selfish. Look around you, Winchester, the world is so much bigger than you and your long-lost brother. And honestly, you are not even helping that poor kid by giving up so easily-”

“Benny, SHUT UP!” Cas thundered. “Don’t say another word. Who the hell do you think you are going up against Dean like this? He isn’t at your beck and call to do as you please! Just because you couldn’t save Jaime, doesn’t mean it’s Dean’s job to save the world. Besides, he’s just a kid. Like you and me and Jaime. One word gets out about him being the police’s spy, they’d bury him and his records so underground that no one would even find his existence. Police support be damned.”

Cas took a deep breath and lowered his voice. “Jody is just one cop who suspects that something is amiss. Not even her whole department trusts her and the Stynes are powerful people. Besides, Dean has a juvenile record. How hard would it be to frame a runway case against him and then they’d make him disappear just like Jaime. Is that what you want? For him to keep going at it recklessly and then go missing forever?”

“I- “Benny’s eyes widened. All of his calm was gone, replaced by shock and horror.

“He’s not your pawn, Benny,” Cas said, sounding tired. “You can’t push all your anger and disappointment on him.”

“Cas,” Dean said, finally. His legs felt weak, and his heart felt heavy with shame. “Benny’s not wrong. I have been-”

The door sprang open and Gabriel came in. Looking around, he stopped at the sudden forced silence.

“Phew,” he whistled, plopping down on his bed. “Y’all look like you saw a ghost.”

He wasn’t wrong, Benny looked appalled and Cas looked vexed. As for Dean, he didn’t know what his face showed, but inside he felt so small and contrite he didn’t know how to face anyone. He had been so self absorbed the past week, fuming and wallowing in self pity, he had actually overlooked how it was affecting others.

“C’mon chaps,” Gabriel smirked, “What were you talking about?You don’t want to keep it from your best buddy here!” He winked.

Cas stepped forward. “You know what, Gabriel? You can shut it. This is none of your business and it shouldn’t concern you!”

Dean squinted at his friend. He had never seen Cas this mad. He was usually the most level headed person in the room, but today he was having none of it, and the way Cas had stood up for Dean made him feel even smaller.

“Whoa!” Gabe sat up. “What’s got your knickers in a twist, Cassy?”

“Let me think,” Cas said, eyes steely blue. “It might be the fact that you’re a selfish jackass who thinks only of himself.”

All traces of humour vanished from Gabriel’s face, and his eyes took on a dangerous look that screamed not to mess with him. “Be careful there, little bro. I know you three have been up to something… and you don’t wanna get on my bad side.”

Cas’s eyes narrowed further. “Actually that is rather hard, considering we don’t even know which side you’re on. There is only one side with you, Gabe. Your own. If you actually wanted people to trust you with things, you better decide where your loyalties lie.”

Gabriel pursed his lips, expression full of anger. For a second Dean thought he was going to reach out and hit Cas. But the moment passed and Gabriel hurtled out of the room like a whirlwind.

“Guess there isn’t much left for me to say anymore, is there?” Cas asked bitterly, then went out of the room himself.

Dean could only imagine how Cas must be feeling. He was a gentle soul. Having said so many grating words must have hurt him as much as it hurt the others. Gabriel was his brother and Benny his friend. Cas had still gone out of his way to take Dean’s side against his own people. That too when Dean had been a jerk to Cas, himself.

He spared Benny- who still looked out of his element- a brief glance then followed Cas out of the dorm room himself.

Cas stood at the far end of the corridor, staring out of the window into the sunset.

“What do you want, Dean?” he asked, still sounding tired, but his tone was sharp. Not his usual kind voice.

“I-I wanted to say sorry,” Dean said. “I know I’ve been an idiot and a jerk to you all of the past week. Drawing into myself like that was selfish and childish- Benny wasn’t wrong there. I’m just sorry!” He looked down, fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to kick the wall.

“It’s alright,” said Cas, and the tone made Dean look up. Cas was looking at him with a curious set to his mouth, eyes narrowed but in mirth. The way a parent would look at a child they had forgiven, but were curiously hunting for a motive behind the said mischief.

While Dean was at it, he apologised for one more thing, “I’m sorry you took up a fight against Benny and Gabriel for me.”

Cas shrugged. “They had it coming. Both of them.” He paused, then asked. “What’re you going to do now?”

Dean set his shoulders. “I’m gonna keep looking for Sam and check the records about the Stynes. See what they are really up to.”

“Alright.”

“So I’m forgiven?” Dean asked tentatively.

Cas smiled, then nodded. “While you’re at it, you should also apologise to Will.”

“Will?”

Cas’s face clouded over. “Something is up with him. He was doing your research even after you’d given up, Dean, but I am worried for him. Something is bothering him.”

Dean felt a stab of guilt. That kid! Everytime Dean thought of him he felt a pang that he couldn’t quite place. Like he wanted to reach out and stake a claim. Even in the last week, he had missed talking to Will, missed being followed with those eager eyes.

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Dean waited until it was past midnight. All was quiet in the room. Both Benny and Gabe were asleep with their faces to the wall. Cas was up, but he only offered Dean a knowing smile as Dean set out into the night.

Earlier, he had caught hold of Barry and asked him about Will, but the bespectacled kid had squeaked two words about the Library and then ran off, like he was scared of talking to anyone who wasn’t Will. Dean had looked into the decrepit room that was the library, but either Will wasn’t there or he was really good at hiding. Disappointed, Dean had made his way back to the 5th floor.

Will had tried. He had tried to follow Dean, tried to console him, and then distract him by prattling about his day, but Dean had ignored all of it. On the second day, he’d almost slammed the door to be by himself. Thinking back now, he felt ashamed that he had let his thoughts get better of him like this and pushed his friends away. And now if Will had been in trouble all this while…

Dean slumped down against the dividing grill, hoping to get away from his thoughts now.

Someone sharply drew breath on the other side.

“Will?” Dean whispered. “Is that you?”

There was no reply.

Dean gulped. Either Will was really angry or really upset. Neither was good.

“Look,” Dean said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have behaved the way I did. It was cruel and just… not me…”

As far as apologies went, that was going really sucky and Will wasn’t even retaliating.

“C’mon, man!” Dean pleaded. “Talk to me.”

“I topped the Olympiad,” Will said in a rush, as if his head had been forced under water and had been allowed to breathe only now.

That wasn’t what Dean had expected. “That’s great news! Congratulations!” he sputtered anyway.

His exuberant words echoed in the silence against the backdrop of Will’s uneasy quiet.

“This is good, right?” Dean asked uncertainty

“Dean!” Will said urgently, “There was a couple who came here two days ago. They want to adopt me.”

The words just hung in the darkness. Whatever Dean was ready to say to console Will, died in his throat.

“Their names are Mr. and Mrs. Kensington, from uptown New York,” Will said. “They were in the organising committee for the Olympiad. My results impressed them and they came looking for me. They said they’d take me away from this… this place and help me into a new school for gifted students. Mrs. Kensington…. She said I was a prodigy. And she… she kissed me on my forehead as she was leaving.”

Will was going to be adopted.

Dean was stunned. He knew he should be saying something… congratulating Will. From what he knew, it was a big deal to be adopted and damn near impossible for anyone over 7 years to even stand a chance… and here was this glorious opportunity for Will to achieve everything he possibly could. He’d have the finest education. He’d have a new family to look after him, to take care of him.

But he would also be gone.

“Well, man, that’s bloody brilliant!” Dean managed, even though his own voice sounded bogusly cheerful.

“Is it?” Will asked, finally his voice betraying emotion. “Is it really, Dean?”

“Of course!

“They would have never even known I existed if it wasn’t for a math quiz!” Will said forcefully.

Dean shook his head, swallowing the irrational sense of dread he was feeling. “Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted, Will? You’ve always worked so hard so you could get somewhere in life. This is your golden ticket.”

“I don’t know what I want,” Will said in a small voice.

Dean peered, trying to make out Will’s shape through the grill. If what he guessed was right, Will was also trying to do the same thing.

“Tell me something, and go with your gut here,” Dean said, “Did they feel like bad people?”

In the darkness, Will shook his head. “They seemed decent. Really interested in me… and nervous about what I had to say. I was so scared when Andy told me there was a couple coming to see me. I wanted to talk to you, but-”

“I was busy being an asshat,” Dean completed. He vividly remembered Will ambling up to him after one dinner and him having rushed away quickly.

It was like Dean’s heart was sinking through his stomach when Dean said it. “I think you should go, Will. It will be for the best.”

Then why was Dean starting to feel so hollow inside?

Will hummed softly, and Dean felt that pang again. He was going to be miserable when Will left. That was always going to be the case though. Dean wasn’t here permanently; he had a family back home waiting for him. He would be parted from Will one way or another.

“What about Sam then?” Will asked, voice still soft.

“I’ll keep looking,” Dean vowed, more to himself than to Will. “Don’t you worry about that.”

Will sighed wistfully. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but the silence continued.

Dean gulped. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Will jerked up. “What?”

It felt like admitting to a sin, but after what Benny had said, Dean had to confess it. “I don’t really remember what Sam looks like,” Dean said. “I stay awake at night looking at the walls, trying to remember something… anything. It makes me feel like I don’t even deserve to find him. What if I find him and he isn’t what I imagined him to be. What if he’s a bully, or bitter? What if he hates me?”

“Hey! Don’t say that!” Will admonished. He sounded a bit mad which was surprising given that he was so meek just a few moments ago. It startled Dean.

Will got on his knees. His hands gripped both sides of the rail, the right one directly resting over Deans.

“You can’t think like that, Dean,” Sam said vehemently. “You have no clue how lucky Sam is that his big brother is out here looking for him. That too, a big brother like you!” His voice quivered. “I wish I was as lucky as Sam,”

Dean let go of the grill and placed his hand over Will’s. There wasn’t anything he could say to that, much less what he was actually thinking. Because there was one other thing that Dean had wanted to confess to Will, and had not- that, by some miracle if Dean actually found Sam, a small, horrible part of him was scared that he would go looking for all those little features of Will in Sam. The intelligence in his eyes, innocence of his smile and the kindness of his words. He would look for all of it… and he wouldn’t find it. Because no one else could replace Will, not even Sam.

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Find a Little Madness

Pairing: Dean/Cas, background ships Rating: Teen Word Count: 6.9K Warnings: Cas is still recovering from his injury Written For: nickel’s storytime, also Pt. 2 of the Runaway Series On Ao3

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Please note - I hesitated sharing this today. But in dark times, we sometimes need a mental break, we need to take care of ourselves. You don’t have to use this, but make sure to take time for yourself.

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Castiel stared at the ceiling as Anna talked to him about everything and nothing. Well, it felt that way. He wasn’t entirely focusing on his sister’s words. Instead, Cas tried to count the dots on the ceiling to distract himself from the strange itch under his skin.

“Castiel, are you even listening?” Anna playfully pushed at his shoulder and smiled at him. “What’s going through that head of yours?”

“It feels like something’s under my skin.” Castiel’s forehead knitted into frustration. “I know that they got almost all of the silver out, but I’m wondering if the little bit that’s still in there is what’s driving me crazy.”

Anna tilted her head. “Silver burns, Castiel.”

“I know, Anna.” He inhaled deeply through his nose, closed his eyes, and exhaled slowly through his mouth. “That’s why I’m wondering if it’s the fact that it’s only a little bit that’s in there. Not enough to burn.”

“Anything I can do to help?” Anna rested her hand on Castiel’s arm, and he shivered in response. He knew very well it wasn’t silver that was causing this reaction, but he didn’t know what it was. “Castiel? What can I do?”

“Shift. I need to shift back. Maybe that’ll cause this to go away.” He started to pull at the wolf in the back of his mind when Anna stopped him.

“Castiel, you’re in the hospital.”

He hung his head and nodded. “Can you go ask Dean or the Doctor if I can shift?” Castiel watched as Anna nodded and quickly made her way out of the room before resuming his counting of the perforations in the ceiling tiles. He had gotten to almost 200 when Anna returned with Dean.

“Cas?”

Castiel shot up in the bed, wincing slightly as the room spun around him. “Dean?”

“Hey, Cas.” Dean shot a smile at Castiel that didn’t quite reach his eyes before crossing over to the medical cart in the room. “Anna tells me you want to shift?” Cas nodded enthusiastically, so Dean continued. “Cool, that’s fine. Let me just take a few vitals, grab this cart, and then Anna and I will step outside, okay?”

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel wanted to grab for Dean, needed to pull him in and hold him. The itch that had been driving him crazy was thrumming, and his heart started pounding quickly.

As Dean laid the stethoscope on Castiel’s bare skin, he nearly melted into Dean’s touch as the nurse started taking his vitals. Dean’s touch was calming, It was soothing, and Castiel found his mind clearing, like a deep fog was lifted from it. Dean hummed in acknowledgment and jotted down some numbers on a piece of paper before speaking to Castiel.

“Do you think you’ll be okay to shift, Cas?” Dean’s green eyes appeared to be boring into Castiel, and he could only nod. “Alright. Just need to get your temperature, then I’m gonna drag Anna out of here so you can ‘Wolf Out.’” Dean slid the disposable sleeve over the thermometer. “Lift your tongue.”

Castiel obliged, and for a split second, he thought of the numerous other fun things he could be doing with his tongue at that moment. He kept his tongue still, waiting for the beep to sound, and let out a sigh of relief when everything came back clear. “So, I’m good to shift?”

“Yes, but we do retake your vitals when you shift to make sure nothing’s too far off the charts. You suddenly shifted in your sleep before and were cold to touch, so we went right to just warming your body back up.” Dean ran his fingers through his hair and started to turn when he appeared to remember something. “I’ll be back once you’re done shifting to come check you. You can either stay here in the room or join me at the nurses’ station. We have a much more comfortable bed for our canine pals out there. Chosen by our Were staff.” Dean winked, and Castiel felt his heart melt.

Castiel waited until Dean led Anna out of the room. The door clicked shut. He heard a lock click - most likely a safety precaution, considering the number of wolves that could shift at any time. Castiel let out a deep sigh and reached deep into himself, searching for his wolf.

After a moment, Castiel found what he was searching for. The shifting and popping of his body as it transformed from human to wolf was familiar and comforting. As he moved to all fours, his fur grew out. The jet black color was uncommon in his clan, let alone almost Weres, he often dreaded its meaning. One the transformation was complete, he took a sniff of the air and looked back at his hind leg. It had been shaved, and while he knew why, he still huffed, allowing himself a small moment of vanity. Castiel crossed to the door and started scratching at it.

“Hi there, Cas.” Dean was the first to greet him, leaning down and giving him scritches behind the ear. “Can you jump up here for me?” Dean patted back on the bed, and Castiel whined as he took the position to try and make the jump. His leg couldn’t take the energy coiling up inside of it, and Dean frowned. “Too much?”

Castiel nodded and sat down on his haunches, letting out a whimper as Dean waved a hand at him. “Then I think you’re going to join me out at the Nurses’ Station. I promise to not blare my soaps to loud at you.” Dean laughed, sitting on the ground in front of Castiel. He pulled out his stethoscope and started listening to Castiel’s heart, which Castiel knew was speeding up, yet again, because of Dean’s touch. “Alright, everything appears to be in order, Cas. Do you want up on the bed, or do you want to join me out at the nurse’s station?”

Castiel quickly stood back up, slightly regretting how fast he was moving, and pushed him with his head.

“Alright, I get it, Cas. But you can’t blame me for watching Dr. Sexy. It’s a new episode tonight.”

Castiel harrumphed, as though insulted, and nudged Dean, forcing him to his feet. “Pushy Wolf, aren’t you?” Dean let out his own chuckle but walked outside where Anna was waiting for them.

"Feeling better, Castiel?"

“Much.” Castiel replied, keeping his eyes on Dean. He nodded for effect, not sure of how much Dean knew about Pack Bonds.

“The feeling under your skin?” Anna crossed her arms over her chest.

“Shut up.” Castiel glared at Anna. He tried to continue to follow Dean when he found Dean had stopped in front of him.

“A feeling under his skin?” Dean looked down at Castiel. “I thought you just said he was feeling odd?”

Anna nodded. “I mean, a feeling under his skin is him feeling odd, is it not?”

“Yeah, but I need to know more about that, and I don’t talk wolf. Unless your Pack has that telepathic thing that most packs do.” Dean looked back and forth between them.

“Dammit.” Castiel looked up at Anna again then looked at Dean. “Might as well come clean.”

“We do. I was talking to Castiel earlier, and when I noticed he wasn’t paying attention, I asked what was going on. He said he was too busy distracting himself from some strange feeling.” Anna leaned on the top of the pony wall that Dean’s desk was pushed up against. “He said he figured if he shifted, that maybe the feeling would stop.”

Dean sat in his desk and beckoned Castiel over to him. Castiel obliged him and sat in front of him while Dean did a little more thorough of a check on him. Castiel melted into the touch, feeling whole and complete as Dean’s fingers ran over him. “How are you feeling now that you’ve shifted, Cas?”

Castiel looked up and let out a soft, throaty growl before looking at Anna. “Tell him to keep petting.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?” Anna shook her head before looking at Dean. “He said he wants you to keep petting.”

“Well, with fur like this, you don’t have to ask me twice.” Dean winked again, and Castiel suddenly wished he hadn’t turned into a wolf, the ideas floating through his mind. “I am going to check a few more things, and then you should try and get some rest.” Dean pointed to a pet cot that was covered in blankets and pillows. “I think it might smell a little like Tasha, but get in there, it’ll smell like you in no time.” Dean scratched under Castiel’s jowl, causing a happy huff to escape Castiel’s chest.

Anna snorted and brushed her nose. “I’m sorry. This is...” She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. “I’m going to go meet up with the Pack. Castiel, behave.”

“I will bite you.” Castiel shot a glare at his sister, who chuckled and turned to walk away. He let out a sigh, well, what constituted as a sigh for a wolf anyway, and looked back up at Dean. While his eyesight was always sharp, it was at its best when he was a wolf, and he took a moment to appreciate Dean’s features.

“You okay there, Cas?” Dean was checking Castiel’s ears, but the way he did it felt like pure joy compared to the tugging and stretching others had done to him. It was like being massaged, and Castiel was grateful that he couldn’t speak. “You almost look like you’re going to fall asleep on me.”

Castiel huffed and shook his head.

“Okay, not going to fall asleep on me. Good to know.” Dean started on the other ear, and Castiel took the chance to rest his head on Dean’s knee. The extra contact between the two was comforting. Castiel briefly hoped that Dean would just keep petting him after he finished checking on him. “You still feeling that weird feeling under your skin, Cas?”

Castiel lifted his head long enough to shake it in the negative before resting it back on Dean’s knee. He wasn’t lying. The feeling wasn’t weird anymore. It felt a tall glass of cold water on a hot day or crawling into a warm bed at the end of a cold night. It felt like finding home.

A brief thought flitted through Castiel’s mind. He remembered the concern of an artificial bond accidentally being built between them, due to Dean draining all his magic to save him. But Castiel brushed it off as quickly as it entered his mind. He didn’t feel bound by magic. While it was comforting to be close to Dean, Castiel refused to attribute it to Dean’s magic. Dean just felt right.

“Earth to Cas. You with me, Space Cadet?” Dean scratched behind Cas’ ear again, eliciting what Castiel would refuse to acknowledge as a purr.

“I need you to go try and get some rest.” Dean pointed at the cot again. “You’re still recovering from the silver in your system, and I’ve got to go check on other patients.”

Castiel whimpered, and Dean playfully rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious, Cas. You can’t come to the other rooms. Plus, the sooner I go do my rounds, the sooner I can come back.”

With a disgruntled snort, Castiel pulled away and crossed over to the cot. Dean had been correct in that there were faint smells of another wolf lying there previously. By his guess, a young female, unpaired, and had been in some kind of non-illness related pain. He looked over to Dean.

“Tasha was hit by a car. She’s fine now. Just needed to set her radius, and her healing factor had her back within a week and a half.” Dean wrote something before putting his pen down and standing up. “Please try and sleep some more, Cas. You and I both know Weres heal faster when they’re calm and resting.”

Castiel whimpered before laying his head down on his paws. Dean was right, but it didn’t mean that Castiel had to like it. He waited until Dean walked away to do his rounds before closing his eyes and drifting off into a mostly peaceful slumber.

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Dean cursed his luck. He had been so willing to let Cas shift because there was a chance for the bond to break. But if anything, when Cas was in his wolf form, Dean found it nearly impossible to keep his hands off of the wolf. The thick black coat matched Cas’ thick dark hair. And the eyes? God, they were the blues eyes Dean had ever seen. He could, and probably would drown in them.

Once Dean had finally been able to convince Cas to go rest in the cot, and he found himself strangely understanding Cas. Not that Cas was speaking, but the gestures, the expressions? Dean was not having a one-sided conversation like he usually did with shifted Weres. There was an insane amount of communication.

As he started his rounds, Dean kept thinking about going back to check on Cas. Something was pulling at him, demanding that he needed to get back to Cas. But Dean knew that Cas was okay. His vitals were fine, he was resting, he was sleeping. Dean stopped between room one and room two. How did Dean know that Cas was sleeping?

He shook his head and entered room two, finding Pamela, one of the town’s legit psychics, curled up on her gurney. The lights were dim, and it sounded like Madison had put on a white noise generator for Pamela. He stepped up to the side of the bed when she rolled over and smiled at him. “Hey there, cutie.”

“Well damn, didn’t think I was too loud. Sorry for waking you.” Dean frowned as he picked up her chart. “How’s the migraine?”

“You didn’t wake me. Your new wolf friend did. He’s thinking too loud.” Pamela smiled. “Think you’ve got enough mojo back to shoot me a little something, Dean?”

“Aww, and here I thought you liked me for my charming personality.” Dean pressed two fingers against Pamela’s temple and sent a small amount of healing through. “That good for now?”

“Of course, sweet cheeks.” Pamela reached up and patted his cheek. “Also, it’s okay to let things grow.” She smiled and rolled back over, falling asleep almost instantly.

Dean shook his head as he left Pamela’s room. Yes, Pamela was psychic. Yes, she read auras and could sort of read minds, whatever it was she called it. But he seriously had no idea what Pamela was talking about when she said it was okay to let things grow. For all he knew, she could be telling him to be okay with Sam growing his hair out long. Dean shuddered at the thought.

Walking down the hall, Dean peaked into room three to see Mildred sitting up in bed, crocheting or knitting. Whatever witchcraft she did with her yarn. “Hiya, Mildred.” He pointed to the craft in her lap. “Whatcha making?”

“A baby blanket for Amy’s kit.” She lifted it up and shook it out, and Dean smiled at the work. “I had her give me some of her fur from her last shed, and I mixed it into the yarn. A little of my magic added, and ta-da! A protection charm for that little dear she’s brought into the world.”

“Look at you. Not even recovering from surgery can hold you back.” Dean gently patted Mildred’s shoulder as he started going over her vitals. “Any pain or discomfort?”

“Nope, but I did feel your magic last night. One of the strongest spells you’ve ever pushed out, Dean.” Mildred shot a look at Dean, and he knew that he was in for a lecture. “You know the rules of being a Healing Witch, Dean. And the last time you tried...”

“Mildred, I love you, you know that. You’re like the grandmother I never wanted.” Dean was grateful that older witch laughed at his joke. “But you also know I’m never going to let an innocent die. Not if I can help it.”

Mildred smiled sadly and took Dean’s hand into hers. “You always were a stubborn student. But always one of my best. I just don’t want to see you hurt again.”

“I know Mildred. I’ll be careful.” Dean pointed up to the clock. “You do know it’s almost one AM, right?”

“All witches do their best work at night, do they not? Also, part of the reason you work the overnights.” Mildred winked before shooing him off. “Go find Maddie and send her to me, please.”

Dean nodded his acknowledgment and walked out of the room. He skipped room four, as no one had come in to fill it, and went to room five. Madison was speaking with Rufus, one of the few non-cryptids that insisted on coming to the Cryptohospital. He said he found it more comforting to be around creatures than humans. Still, Dean secretly believed that Rufus was just some kind of deity.

“Hey, Maddie, sorry to bother, and I can take over if need be, but Mildred is asking for you.”

Rufus waved Madison off and kicked his feet back up on the bed. “She was just checking my vitals like you two bloodsuckers do. No offense to the actual bloodsuckers.”

“Yep, I’m going to run right to Benny and Andrea and Lenore and tell them all about you calling docs and nurses bloodsuckers. Watch how offended they’ll be, old man.” Dean rolled his eyes before stepping back and out of Madison’s way. “Just press the button if you need me. I’ll be at my desk. Drinking my bloody wine cooler.”

“Smartass.”

“Don’t you know it.” Dean closed the door behind him and shrugged as Madison cut him a look. “What? I’ve known him forever. Gotta give him some shit.”

Madison turned and walked down to Mildred’s room as Dean crossed back to his desk. Cas was still asleep in the cot, and it took all of Dean’s willpower to not cross over to the wolf and stroke his fur. He sat back in his chair after grabbing Cas’ chart and kicked his feet up on the desk. He worked on updating it as a howl-like yawn came from his side. Dean turned to see Cas resting his head back on his paws, and the deep blue eyes watching him. “Hey there, Sunshine.” Dean looked up at the clock and wrote down the time on Cas’ chart. “Looks like you got about ninety minutes of rest there.”

Cas pushed himself to his feet and stepped down off of the cot before crossing over to Dean and resting his head on Dean’s thigh.

“Yeah, okay, I get it. You don’t want to sleep anymore.” Dean reached over and started scratching behind Cas’ ear again.

Several hours later, Anna and Gabriel showed back up, smiling at what Dean assumed to be their brother up and moving around. Cas had napped once more, his head practically glued to Dean’s leg, and he had a bit of a second wind when they walked up to the desk.

“Dean, Cas is asking if he can shift back,” Anna spoke up as Cas walked up to her.

“Uh...” Dean hesitated, looking at Cas before looking at Anna and Gabriel. “Let me go get Dr. Vaugier so she can take his vitals.”

Cas whimpered and crossed back over, staring at Dean with his large blue eyes.

“Cas, I think it’s best if Dr. Vaugier does your check-up this time.” Dean froze as Cas growled, and Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Gabe, can you take Castiel back to his room? I’m going to talk to Dean for a moment.” Anna bent down to hug Cas, and shoo him back to his room. From the corner of his eye, Dean watched Madison follow them in, and tilted his head in confusion. “Dean, what happened while I went home to freshen up and catch Gabriel up with what was going on?”

“You know damn well. I know Garth explained to you and your Pack what I did.” Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

“You saved our brother and almost risked your own life. That sounds pretty damn big.” Like earlier, she leaned on the half wall and stared at Dean. “So what’s eating at you?”

“The whole bond thing. I’m trying to make sure it doesn’t form. Or, if it’s already there, it needs to be severed.” Dean ran his hand down his face. “I was eager to let him shift earlier, cause I thought it would erase anything I might have done. But I know that’s not the case. I could...”

Anna turned her head and side-eyed Dean. “You could what, Dean?”

“I knew he was sleeping. Like, I knew when he fell asleep. I knew that I didn’t have to worry about him while I was doing my rounds.” Dean shook his head. “And despite knowing all of that. I needed to be near him. I used my magic on him without his consent, and now he’s probably bound to a half-wit witch.”

“I can’t believe you right now.” Anna pushed herself off the wall and pointed at Dean. “You’d rather cut off a bond then try and nourish it?”

“He didn’t have a choice, Anna.” Dean frowned. “He–”

The door to room six opened and closed, and Madison and Gabriel stepped out, with Madison locking the door.

“Fuck. I need to step away for a few.” Dean tried to stand up but was quickly pushed back down into his chair by Anna. “What the hell?”

“Look, Meg and Gabriel spoke with our Pack’s... I don’t know what the best word to compare to is, but they’re like our magic-user. If the bond isn’t supposed to happen, it won’t. It will fade away naturally. Why cause permanent pain now and make everything awkward, when you can just get to know each other?”

“And if that doesn’t work?” Dean closed his eyes and hung his head. “I think I know a thing or two about how this bond works, Anna. I was born this way, baby.”

Anna glared at Dean. “You did not just quote Lady Gaga at me.” She threw her arms up in protest before walking back to the other side of the desk. “All we’re saying is talk to Castiel. Get to know him. If the magic isn’t meant to be, it won’t stick.” She leaned forward, over the wall. “I could let you in on a little secret.”

“And what secret would that be?” Dean found himself leaning closer to her. “Black fur, like Cas’? It usually means–” Anna was cut off by the door opening and Madison and Gabriel walking into the room. Anna winked and moved to join the pair in checking on Cas.

She didn’t get very far, as Cas came out, wrapped in a robe, and walked down to the nurse’s station. “You are anything but a half-wit, Dean.” Cas wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck and hugged him. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Dean watched as Gabriel and Anna walked back down towards them, Madison behind them. He gently pulled out of Cas’ embrace and patted him on the shoulder. “It was nothing, Cas. Just doing my job.”

…

Castiel had stared in disbelief when Dean said that he was just doing his job. While he was sure Dean was attentive towards all his patients, he highly doubted that Dean sat there and pet them for hours while they cuddled and used his warmth for comfort.

But when the other nurse, Bess, arrived, Dean practically ran out the door. Anna had explained to Castiel that Dean felt guilty, like he was forcing an unwanted bond on him. If anything, instead of making Castiel want to break the bond, he wanted to get to know Dean more.

So when Dr. Fitzgerald came to officially discharge him several hours before Dean was slated to start his shift, Castiel felt his heart drop. He hadn’t gotten a chance to say goodbye or ask Dean how to contact him. And the hospital sure wasn’t going to give him any of that information.

As he left the hospital, a part of Castiel contemplated leaving something behind for Dean. Something that would show he was actually interested in the witch and not just because of some accidental bond. He knew he’d never hear the end of it from Gabriel or Anna if they caught him doing it. So he did what he thought was the next best thing.

When he went into thank Bess, he pulled her in a little closer and whispered in her ear to have Dean find him. She smiled knowingly and nodded vehemently.

Her enthusiastic response clued in Anna and Gabriel almost immediately. They at least waited until they were in the car Gabriel was borrowing before teasing Castiel relentlessly.

“So, Cassie, did you not actually learn anything from what we warned you about?” Gabriel looked back in the rearview mirror, wagging his eyebrows at his younger brother.

“I learned that Dean is a kind and compassionate soul and that I would like to know him better.” Castiel shot a glare at Gabriel. “He did everything in his power to save me. He went through and took care of all of his charges, and he still took the time to take care of me.” Castiel blushed at the reminder of Dean stroking his fur.

“Leave him alone, Gabe.” Anna looked over her shoulder and smiled at Castiel. “Besides, you remember what Aunt Amara said.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Gabriel grumbled, and Castiel swore he could hear the steering wheel whine under Gabe’s grip. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“What did Aunt Amara say?” Cas tilted his head and started to lean forward before Gabriel snapped at him to sit back and buckle up.

“Basically, that because of your abilities, if the bond isn’t supposed to be there, it’ll fade away after a few days.” Anna shrugged. “I may have tried to mention that to Dean. But he was really upset about using his magic without your permission already. So, I’m pretty sure it went in one ear and out the other.”

Castiel shook his head. “He saved my life with his magic. That what you guys told me. Does he regret saving it?” Castiel frowned. There was no way that Dean would have that kind of feeling, would he?

“Oh, gods no, Cassie. I’m pretty sure your boy toy back there would have drained himself so you could live.” Gabriel looked up at the mirror, his whiskey-gold eyes finding Castiel’s sapphiric-blue. “It’s more regret that he didn’t give you a choice to bond. He takes his magic very seriously. At least that’s what I’ve heard from the other wolf packs.”

“Then why did he call himself a half-wit? He seems like kind of a big name around here.” Castiel frowned.

Gabriel laughed. “Cassie, not all of us are born with your levels of self-confidence.” Anna nodded in agreement, holding in her own laughter. “Sometimes, the roughest diamond is the one that’ll shine brightest of all.”

As Castiel contemplated Gabriel’s words, he felt the car slow down and pull onto a long dirt road. He slightly kicked himself for not paying more attention to the drive, but his mind had truly been stuck on Dean almost the entire time. Castiel stared out the window as Gabe pulled up to a large farmhouse. “What is this place?”

“Welcome to our new homestead, little bro.” Gabe parked the car and hopped out

“Wait, what?” Castiel scrambled out of the car and looked around. “Homestead? I thought they were lending us a place to stay until we can get on our feet?”

“That’s what we thought too.” Gabriel, for once in his life, looked humbled. “I don’t think Naomi could have ever dreamt this up.” Castiel felt his brother throw his arm over his shoulder and start to lead him up to the house. “Long story short, we’re not getting this for free. We’re expected to return this to a working farm.”

“Which, we know we can do,” Anna added. “Inias tested the soil yesterday, and it’s in good shape. We have multiple pack members working on fixing the barn and the house and the stables up.”

“And the other packs have also chipped in too.” Gabriel pointed over to a truck with a livestock trailer attached to it. “Each Pack has sold us, at a discount, a few of their own breeders. “We’ll be able to feed ourselves and have some to return to the community.”

Castiel stared agape at his surroundings. “This is almost like back ho–” He stopped himself and shook his head. Pontiac wasn’t home anymore. Sioux Falls was now home. And if they were staying... “This is better than back there.”

“Hmmm,” Anna hummed. “I wonder why.”

“Go find Meg, and help her with whatever she’s doing, Anna.” Gabriel gave their sister a shove before leading Castiel to the house. “So, this is the main house. Some people will have to share for a bit. However, there’s an older building a little closer to the barn. We’re already talking about refurbishing it into apartments. You know, for people who don’t want to be in the main house or any newcomers to the Pack.” He helped Castiel up the front stairs and into their new home. “However, the one thing we all agreed on was that you do get your own room.”

“What? Why?” Castiel turned and looked in shock at Gabriel as they stopped in front of one of the rooms in the house. “I’m perfectly okay with sharing. Or sleeping on a couch.”

“Well, for starters, you’re still healing. Second, you saved my life, as that shot would have been lethal had it hit me. Third, well...” Gabriel opened the door to the room, exposing a massive library. “It’s not one hundred percent your room, but there’s a closed-off area that’s private, mostly soundproof, and completely yours.” Gabriel led him back to the space and found that he had already been set up with a bed. “I know there’s not as many pillows and blankets as back home, but we’ll get you more as we settle in.”

Castiel climbed up onto the bed and laid down, instantly finding his energy drained. “This is...” He yawned widely and grabbed a pillow. “Thank you.”

“It’s not much Cassie, but thank you.” Gabriel leaned down and gently patted Castiel’s leg. “Get some rest. You’re not going to be able to use the ‘I’m a cripple’ excuse forever.” He turned and walked out of Castiel’s nook, leaving his younger brother to enjoy his space in privacy.

Castiel let out another large yawn that ended in a whimper. He grabbed a few more pillows and pulled them in closer. While he appreciated the gesture from his Pack, the bed was much too large for him alone. They probably thought that he’d still be available for cuddles and whatnot, and wanted to make sure he had a bed to accommodate multiple pack members.

Considering not only the past 48 hours, but the past week and a half or so, he felt far too alone in the large bed. And the only person he thought of to join him in it was Dean. He pulled the pillow close to his chest and closed his eyes.

Castiel pictured the soft smile when Dean was modest. He imagined the bright green eyes sparkling in amusement. He thought of the way Dean called him Cas instead of Castiel. And most of all, he thought of the gentle way Dean ran his hands through his fur.

Dean may have thought that he forced some sort of bond unwillingly on Cas, but Cas knew damn well, that if allowed to know Dean, he’d fall in love all on his own.

…

Dean ran his hand down his face before picking up his mug of coffee and taking a swig. Madison had come home with him that morning, keeping him from sticking around for too long, and she was currently curled up with Sam on the couch, watching the morning news. Dean was trying his best to ignore them, being all cute together, when Sam spoke up.

“So how about the new wolfpack?” Dean wanted to gag as he watched his little brother run his hand through Madison’s hair, tucking it back behind her ear.

“Remember the old Allen Farm?” When Sam nodded, she continued. “We told them to take it at no charge, under the condition they get it back to functioning condition.”

Dean perked up at that piece of information. Cas’ Pack was staying in Sioux Falls?

“Sounds like a plan, but weren’t they on the run? I doubt they have much more than the clothes on their back.”

Madison spoke up after having what sounded like a large chug of her coffee. “Each Pack pulled aside some breeders that we could part with and sold them at a huge discount. Kate’s Pack lent some physical labor, as did mine. Garth’s Pack provided seedlings and starters and used their resources to ward the land from danger.”

“That’s incredible. Like, Benny and I knew that you guys would have no issue with a new pack in town, but... I mean, Maddie, that’s incredible!” Dean pretended to throw up as heard Sam and Madison kiss.

Dean found himself saved by the phone. The ringtone for the hospital went off, and he picked it up. “Hiya Dean, it’s Bess!”

“Bess, everything okay?” Dean looked up to see Madison walk into the kitchen

“Oh yeah, we’re fine.” Dean waved at Madison as Bess continued. “Just wanted you to know that Garth cleared Castiel to leave earlier. He’s under strict orders to come back if he feels any kind of burning, or if his limp doesn’t improve within two weeks.”

“Okay, so why are you calling me?” Dean took another swig of his coffee.

“Castiel wanted you to know he was sorry he missed you.”

Dean felt himself blushing and looked up briefly to see Madison smiling at him. “Thanks, Bess. Is that all?”

“Nope! See you when you come in!” The call disconnected, and Dean stared at the phone for a minute.

“What was so important that Bess had to call, Dean?” Madison leaned up against the doorframe. “And apparently, only you.”

“Uh, Cas was discharged today.” Dean quickly racked his brain for any tips to stop blushing.

“You knew that was a possibility.” Madison jumped slightly as Sam walked up behind her. “So, what was so important that Bess had to call?”

Dean looked at Madison, then looked at Sam and then looked back down at Madison. “Uh, Cas wanted to make sure I knew he said goodbye.”

“You know...” Madison looked up at Sam as a mischievous smile cracked her lips. “I’m fairly certain you remember where the Allen Farm is.”

“Uh, yeah.” Dean nodded.

“Why don’t you go and swing by and do a house check. Sam and Benny can hang out at the hospital for a bit unless they get pulled out on a call. And if you head out now, you have some time before your shift starts.” Madison pushed back against Sam, directing him out of the room.

Dean let out a heavy sigh before draining his coffee. Madison was right. He could easily swing by the Farm. That wouldn’t be weird. He’d be doing it to introduce himself to the rest of the Pack and not just to check in on Cas. Dean wouldn’t be doing it because of some profound bond he accidentally created. Nope. Not at all.

He pushed himself from the table and headed to his room. He quickly got dressed and made sure to throw a clean pair of scrubs in his bag before heading out to the Impala to make the trip over to the Farm.

The drive was relatively quick. Growing up in the area, Dean knew all the backroads and all the shortcuts, and he found himself pulling up to a large mass of Werewolves working. He pulled up in front of the house and shut off Baby’s engine. As he walked up the front stairs, he was met by none other than Gabriel.

“It appears I lost that bet, Dean-O.” Gabriel stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over his chest. “Cassie’s sleeping.”

Dean tried his best to hide his disappointment. “Well, that’s not the only reason I came.”

“But a major part of it.” Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the pack.”

“Sounds good.” Dean allowed Gabriel to take him by the arm and lead him to the barn. He noticed a fair number of Weres from Madison’s Pack there, assisting in cleaning and repairing. Gabriel took him around, introducing him to so many new faces he could only dream of remembering. Dean also quietly reminded Gabriel of the names of some of Madison’s Pack.

As Gabriel continued leading Dean around the homestead, finding the other members of the Pack - Pack Novak, as Dean came to learn - Gabriel slowly took on the role of an overprotective father.

“How do you know all the Weres in town, Dean?” Gabriel asked after Dean reminded him of probably the 15th name.

“Practically lived here all my life.” Dean shrugged. “I wouldn’t say I know them all personally and in-depth, but I know all their names at least. Besides, my little brother is dating one of the pack leaders. At least I think he got his head out of his ass.”

“And the other creatures in town?”

Dean let out a sigh. “I know almost all of them, Gabriel. I work in the hospital. My brother’s an EMT. We’re both Healing Witches. Who do you think Cryptids come and see?”

“So, you see them outside of your shifts?” Gabriel stopped in front of the stairs to the house and turned to Dean.

“Only for small things. I don’t work twenty-four seven, Gabe. And there are some things that me and Sam can do faster than the hospital.” Dean carded his fingers through his hair before rubbing the back of his neck. “What are you really getting at?”

“I’m the Patriarch of this Pack. Even if Cas is my brother and not my son, it’s still my duty to watch over him. I’ll be damned if I’ll let any random person try and sweep him off his feet.” Gabriel jabbed a finger at Dean.

“Gabriel!” Cas stood in the doorway to the large farmhouse and glared at his older brother. Dean couldn’t help but smile, seeing the man he had nursed back to health up and walking and just being so... So...

Dean’s mind short-circuited for a moment.

“What, Cassie? I was just going around and introducing Dean to the rest of the Pack. He’d only met me, Meg, and Anna.” Gabe shrugged. “And well, of course, you.”

“And now you’re giving him grief, why?” Cas walked down the stairs, past Gabe, and stood next to Dean.

“Uh, I think you overheard that part.” Gabe stumbled over his words a little before climbing the stairs. “You know, I was going to point out that Dean is a good guy. You kinda just...” Gabe held up the finger he had jabbed Dean with to pause, then pointed over his shoulder. “I should go.”

Cas rolled his eyes and turned to look at Dean. “What are you doing here, really?”

“House call?” Dean looked down at the ground and took a deep breath before meeting Cas’s eyes. “That and I didn’t get to do my own personal check on you to actually clear you.”

“Don’t trust Dr. Garth?” Cas smirked, clearly indicating he was teasing.

“I do, but somethings... Some people, I just need to see with my own eyes. That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

Cas shook his head before reaching for Dean’s hand. He hesitated, and Dean wanted nothing more than to grab Cas’ hand instead. But this needed to be Cas making a move. Cas showing he wanted this. Dean had already screwed up with the magic. Cas just needed to prove it was real.

Dean let out a sigh of relief as Cas looped his fingers into Dean’s. “Is this okay, Dean?” Cas asked, clearly confused.

“It’s awesome, Cas.” Dean smiled. “I just... There’s a lot I’m worried about, a lot I’m unsure about. I know I overstepped some lines, and I just want to make sure that this...” Dean pointed between himself and Cas with his free hand, “that this is done right.”

“Well, then we take it at any pace you need.” Cas gently squeezed Dean’s hand, and he felt a blush run up the back of his neck. “I know you fear that the magic is what’s bringing us together, but I want you to know that it may be connecting us, but it’s not the magic that makes me want to know more about you.”

“You want to get to know me?” Dean felt his heart start beating faster and prayed to any and every deity he knew of that he wasn’t dreaming.

“Pretty sure I just said that, Dean.” Cas’ confused face turned into a hopeful, toothy grin. “Perhaps when I’m off of bed rest, you can show me around town?”

Dean nodded, “That would be fantastic, Cas.”

#profoundnet #spncreatorsdaily #spn fic #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #pt. 2 #Runaway Series #rating: t #witch!dean #werewolf!cas #nickel writes

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writingonesdreams · 5 years ago

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Backstory Weeks: Siblings - 5th Magic

5th Magic Intro

For @yourocsbackstory week 4: siblings. Jumping on at a very fitting spot.

Children are taken by the military to be trained for the Mage War. Acacia is of age and the plan is to prevent it. But plans don't always work out - and no one is touching Acacia’s little brother.

I run from my room when I heared the door opening. They are here.

My parent's worst nightmare finally happening.

The military officers are young sympathetic men that ask, quite politely, to get to see the children for their magic talents.

Children develop their magic when they are about 3 years old. Without practise the ability disappears in puberty. That's why they try to check at the kids at this age, because those are the ones who trained and mastered it to the point it stayed with them.

I'm 14 years old, right on the edge.

We have been preparing for this. Cutting my out of the Magic Practice subjects at school, not letting me use it in public, shutting the door to nosey friends and neighbours. So that I wouldn't be dragged away. Wouldn't be made a soldier in the very present Mage War.

"Come here, Acacia." My mother's voice is my clue. Act innocent. Inconspicuous. You don't have any magic in you.

It's from her manual of 'How to deny the most important part of yourself, so they don't take over it'.

I step down the steps, greeting the soldiers with a nervous smile and fidgeting hands.

They are soldiers, it's not abnormal to be uncomfortable. I'm a good girl, an obedient daughter, with good reputation. The plan should work just fine.

My brother Casey is sitting in the hall, holding his toys, but not playing. He is trying to listen to the action, knowing his part is not to take part.

I walk by him, brushing a hand on his hair. With his 10 years, he is in no danger of being scouted just yet.

"The reports from school show your eldest daughter has very poor results in magic. Is it, true, Acacia? You have lost the connection with your magic?" The older soldier asks directly, looking me up and down.

"Yes." I look away, playing the shy girl.

"That's a very shameful thing to let happen," he says it to me, but turns to glare at my parents. "Considering the situation our side is in? Every family is required to contribute with a child for the sake of a free future. You belong to the Aural territory. Our aural mages are fighting for all of us against the oppression of the other Mage Types. How can you endanger the future of the nation - of your own children - like this?"

My mother and father obediently turn to sad and guilty expressions. It's a well played game. They couldn't care less about the "territory" they belong to. They aren't mages and there is no cause worth risking the safety of their children.

The soldiers turn to leave. There isn't really much they can do in such a case.

It's then that my brother runs up to my mother, relieved and happy the plan has worked as we trained it. The second soldier turns abruptly and grabs him by the arm.

"Since you left your eldest child, the one required for the service, give up her magic, you have proven yourself unreliable to raise magic talent in your offsprings. You have failed in your citizen obligations. We will have to take the second child before his time, to make sure his talents don't go to waste."

There is a smile in the the man's voice, though his expression remains neutral as he drags my brother to the door.

No. Please no. Not him!

Casey starts to scream, squirming, kicking, trying to free himself from the hold. My mother lungs behind the soldier, but the other stands in her way, clutching her shoulders. My father raises his voice as well.

The room turns to chaos, but I almost can't hear them. Time seems to stop, as the heartbeat in my ears drowns everything else.

My brother will be taken, because I couldn't be. My 10 year old brother, with blond wild hair and a carefree smile, warm brown eyes that are michevous and kind at the same time. Being shaped in the military? So soon? Before he had his childhood, a proper chance to grow up?

I can't let it happen.

The force that raises from my body is a familiar one. The golden aura surrounds me in a second, natural and smooth like ice. It springs out into every direction, pushing the soldiers away, lifting them abruptly and throwing them through the wide kitchen window.

Glass shatters and the screams of the soldiers mix with my mother's as father throws himself over her to protect her.

But they aren't harmed. I would never allow my magic to hurt them. It's an extension of myself, my soul, my will. It never does what I don't want it to do.

Casey knows. He is standing in the middle of the room, free and untouched by the mad whirlwind of manifested golden magic.

His eyes are wide though, as he realises, just as me, how I just changed both our fates. I reach my hand out in his direction, but he is frozen to the spot with horror.

"So she has magic!" The older soldier is already standing up, his face amazed. "I have never seen magic as strong as this! Not from an untrained teenager. This girl is a magic prodigy!"

The younger is right behind him, brushing the glass shard of his uniform with angry expression.

"You are coming with us, Acacia. The law commands it. If you come in peace, we might decide to spare your family from prosecution for attempting to hinder military orders."

This is exactly what we didn't want them to know. For them to see. The worst case scenario. I look at my parents, my lips trembling. It's over. The plan has failed.

I'm so sorry, mother. But I couldn't have let them take him. I just couldn't.

She is crying already, tears running freely down her cheeks as she stands up with my father's help. Those defeated desperate faces are going to hunt me...

Or not.

I decided in that instant, I won't be a victim. They won't drag a screaming little girl from the overworrying parents that couldn't protect her.

It was my decision. My brother who will be spared. I can do this. I can bear the consequences myself.

So I gulp down the emotion and fear, blink my tears away and strech myself to my full, if not yet complete hight.

"I will just say goodbye."

I cross the room in a few quick strokes, hugging my parents close to me. My father's hand in my hair, my mother's arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

"Don't worry. I will be fine," I whisper into her ear. Not like hope, not in that defeated way people say it, praying it will come true. I say it as a promise, to her and myself, that I can be strong. I can do this. I think she notices the difference.

Wiggling out of that embrace is still the hardest thing I have ever done.

I hug my brother next. His head doesn't even reach my shoulders yet and he is shaking. I hold him longer, cause he needs it.

"It's okay, Cas. Take care of them. I will be alright." I flash him a smile and the look we exchange is more than thousand words.

I step through the broken window to join the soldiers waiting patiently in our family's garden. I haven't taken anything with me. Things I have won't be of any use for the future that awaits me now.

I left my old cozy life behind, pretending not to be shaken, until I could believe it.

#writeblr #amwriting #creative writing #violetvineyard #yourocsbackstory #fanatsy #angst #oc backstory weeks #siblings #my wip #my writing #wip: 5th magic #acacia #casey

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slasherscream · 6 years ago

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horror writer!!!!!!!!!

A/N: thank you for helping my chaotic ass make a decision.

billy loomis x fem!reader x stu macher ft. reader who is a horror book writer

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You’d always been a writer. Since you were a little kid you’d babble stories to your teddy bears and babysitters. Anyone or thing that sat still long enough to be talked to. Hardly could make proper words yet but already had a mouthful of things to say.

Your parents always encouraged you. You were gifted. All you ever did was read and write. It was like breathing for you. Go a day without either and you wilted like a flower.

Maybe that’s why you were so young and already had a handful of published books under your belt. Maybe you also had some good mood inspiration considering you grew up in Woodsboro, CA.

Your first book wasn’t about a serial killer but the energy of the town during the beginnings of the killings had lit a fire under your ass like nothing else. You felt insensitive at times. You’d hear about classmates you’d known your whole life getting murdered and then get the urge to go and hunch yourself over your computer for hours. Itching to get your hand on some pen and paper even while you’d hug grieving friends and feel truly saddened.

Part of it was probably a coping mechanism. Part of it was probably just the nature of a creative mind at work. Turning tragedy into something understandable. Palatable. What creative people have always done throughout the ages.

When you published your first book it blew up. A masterpiece, typically harsh critics raved. A thrilling fresh face in the genre, older and more experienced authors had praised. Some who you had grown up reading and looking up to. You hadn’t even graduated highschool before you were getting book deals and new, publishing offers.

It didn’t take you long before you were moving out of Woodsboro and into a blossoming career. The inspiration for your books came fast and the more you wrote the better you got. You were taking the writing world by storm. The new age Mary Shelley.

Until now. Your last book had been a smashing success. It had been praised, as usual. There was even talk of turning it into a movie in the same way your very first novel had been adapted for the big-screen. But while everyone else loved it you despised it. Considered it your worst work. And the current attempt at writing something else was driving you mad.

For months you stayed in your rut before you decided that a change of scenery would do you good. Time to go back home.

It helps a little. Not much but a little. At first you stay inside all day, cooped up and taking the eccentric author gig to an extent you probably shouldn’t since you’re only in your twenties. You Mother forces you out the house. Then you start going out on your own accord.

You feel better. Long walks and fresh air. No pressure or cameras. Your agent tries not to call too often. Business kept to a minimum. You’re re-charging your batteries.

Then you start writing again. Slowly at first, like how you stretch unused muscles tenderly before you dive back into intense work-out routines. Then all at once. There’s a cafe in town now that wasn’t there during your teen years and you hole yourself up in it all day long.

You and the staff are on a first name basis. You wave at them when you enter and they automatically bring you your usual drink and snack. You smile and tip ridiculously well. Your chosen table is always available to you.

Until the day it isn’t. There are four seats at it and it’s all the way in the back with a nice view out the window and of the rest of the cafe (though you hardly people watch).

One morning you walk in, barely awake but having a mighty urge to type. So you’d dragged yourself from bed and out the house. Sleepy wave at the staff and collapsing at your usual table.

You’d automatically begun to take out your things from the bag you’d set on the ground. But looking down you can see pairs of feet underneath the table. Sheepishly you stick your head up and can see two confused men looking back. One, the taller one, smiling despite the apparent confusion and the other with an eyebrow raised in a way that is slightly intimidating.

“Uuuuuh sorry there no one ever sits back here but me.” You laugh, starting to put your things back in your bag, cursing yourself for being such a creature of habit. You think you can hear some of the staff that knows you better chuckling at you.

“You’re fine.” goes the one while the other says, “We always sit here.“

You pack faster. Wondering how you’d managed to unpack so quickly but you’re struggling to put everything away just as fast. Again, cursed creature of habit. One glance up to check on how peeved they must be getting and you pause. There’s something about the two of them…… you stop moving and just stare, completely distracted from your task that quickly, "I feel like I know you.”

“Do you?” The one who is already irritated asks, leaning back in his seat. This is what jogs your memory.

“Billy Loomis.” You’d seen him strike that pose around school quite a lot. He’d always been a little moody and mysterious. Then you turn to smile a bit at his forever partner (who seems to be a literal partner now, they’re holding hands). “And Stu Macher, of course.”

“Do we know you?” Stu asks with a laugh, easy going and entirely reminiscent of how he’d acted during highschool.

“Nah. We went to highschool together but I kept to myself. You just always seem to remember the popular kids in school even when you were busy minding your own business.” You’re blessedly done packing and stand up now, intent on just ordering to go for the day, you’ve thoroughly embarrassed yourself enough as is, “Nice seeing you guys again. Even though I uh interrupted your breakfast date.” One jerky awkward wave and then you’re at the counter getting your order to go and making your escape. You think you can still feel them staring after you which is highly understandable.

They’re not there the next day when you walk in and you get back to your schedule. It’s a week of the regular when one day you’re in the zone until two people join you at your table. The cafe is actually packed for once so all you’re going to do is nod acknowledgement and then get back to work.

It’s Billy and Stu. You blink in surprise and then do exactly what you’d planned. Nod a greeting and go back to working. You’re at a good part of your story. A part where tension starts to build and the plot begins to thicken.

“What are you always typing?” You look up and there’s Stu leaning halfway across the table.

“Eh. Nothing much."

"Nothing much? You’re typing a mile a minute.” Billy drawls, “And you’re always so focused.”

“I think I just heard two separate ‘always’ said. Haven’t we only bumped into each other once here?” Absentminded, you’re still quite focused.

“You don’t notice much when you’re in your zone.” Not quite sure what to make of that you stop typing, “Y/N, right?” Stu’s hand is out for a shake and you oblige him. You glance at Billy but he makes no move to do the same.

“How do you know my name?” You know damn well there’s no way they’d be able to ‘remember it’ you had never had a lick of interaction your entire lives despite living in the same town and even sharing most of your classes in almost every grade.

“Yearbook. We got curious.” At that you nod and are going to go back to work.

“So what are you always doing in here?” You know you interrupted their date that one time but that doesn’t mean this has to be an eye for an eye situation. The look you give Billy is akin to the one he’d given you. He actually laughs.

“I write. It’s a hobby of mine."

"What kind of writing?” Stu asks and you want to groan at playing this game of twenty questions.

“Horror.” At that the two exchange a look and you close your laptop in irritation realizing you’re about to spend the rest of your time in the cafe today catching up with old schoolmates.

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#billy loomis x reader x stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis imagine #stu macher imagine #stu macher #billy loomis #slasher imagine #slasher x reader #i genuinely believe the boys would stop killing so much as they got older because they're not trying to get caught adjkl #but they'd still kill every once in a while #keep things freSh #this is DEF just part one but this felt like the natural cut off point

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doctortreklock · 5 years ago

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Anything Can Happen, Child - October 30, 2019

Part of my Resolution19. Read it on AO3.

Prompt: Supernatural episode 15.03

Fandom: Supernatural

Title: “Listen to the Mustn’ts” by Shel Silverstein

Words: 2482

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Dean was wrist deep in his fourth pie when Sam found him. A few years ago, he would have crawled into a bottle as soon as the door had clicked shut behind Cas. But Dean was on the far side of forty now; it was about damn time he got some new coping mechanisms.

"What’s up with the pies?" Sam asked. "Is there a bake sale coming up no one told me about?"

"He’s gone," Dean said shortly around the lump in his throat. He concentrated on carefully spooning meringue over the hot lemon filling in the pie crust so he didn’t have to see Sam's reaction to that piece of news.

"What?" Dean could hear the frown and the confusion in Sam's voice. "Cas's gone?"

"Yep." Dean very carefully made sure he was covering the filling without getting any of the lemon in the meringue. If he didn't get it right, it wouldn't turn out. Which wasn't at all a metaphor for--

"Did he say why?" Sam asked carefully.

"Yep." Dean refused to look at Sam. Because, of course, if he took his eyes off the meringue, he might ruin the pie. Mhmm. Totally why.

"Well, is he going to be back soon?" Sam asked.

The exasperation in Sam's voice was clear, but Dean kept his eyes fixed on the steadily shrinking yellow circle on top of the pie. "Doubt it."

"Dammit, Dean!" Sam was definitely frustrated now. "What did he say?"

Dean's shoulders were tight with tension as he carefully dropped the last dollop of meringue on top of the pie and gently smoothed it down. "He said there wasn't anything left to say." He clenched his spoon hard to keep it from shaking and inspected the entire edge to make sure the meringue had been sealed against the baked crust.

"It's like pulling teeth," Sam muttered. "What did he say before that?"

He sounded tired. Dean felt a smaller pang of guilt about Sam plop neatly on top of the giant hill of guilt about Cas that was hollowing out the pit of his stomach. "Hang on," Dean sighed. He used the back of the spoon to lift the meringue in little peaks across the surface of the pie before setting the spoon back in the empty meringue bowl. He slid the pie in the oven and set the timer for five minutes.

Dean grabbed the saucepan from the stove with the cooling remains of the lemon filling and handed it to Sam as a peace offering. "He said the plan in Hell went wrong," Dean admitted, not daring to look at his brother. "He said I didn't trust him anymore. That I didn't listen to him. That I blamed him for Mom's death." Each confession felt like it was scraping him raw on the inside. Like he was bleeding internally, but no one could tell.

Sam sent the pan down on the counter with a controlled click. "And what did you say?" His voice was artificially even.

"I--" Dean couldn't get the words out. Couldn't admit to Sam the accusations and blame that he had thrown. His fingers curled tightly around the edge of the counter on either side of him. "I--"

"You agreed." Dean knew his brother loved him. Even so, there were a few instances where he had figured it to be more of a theoretical fraternal obligation than a choice made out of familial affection. Parts of the first Apocalypse sprang to mind, as did the Trials, everything with Gadreel, and, oh yes, the entire Mark of Cain fiasco. Even so, that one sentence out of Sam's mouth shot this moment straight into the top three.

Dean couldn't stand one more moment of his brother's disgust. "Of course I did!" Dean shouted, his knuckles white where they gripped the counter behind him. "What else was I supposed to say?" He looked at Sam for the first time since his brother had walked in the room.

Sam's face was lined with grief and exhaustion and pale with anger. "What else-- Anything else, Dean! Anything! Anything but sending Cas away, again."

"I didn't send him," Dean argued, ignoring with long practice the memory of Cas's face falling as Dean had told him to leave six years earlier. "He left."

"You didn't give him much reason to stay, though, did you?" Sam snapped.

"He killed Mom!" Dean shouted. "And Rowena--"

"No!" Sam yelled. "No, he didn't! Dean. Jack killed Mom. I--" Sam faltered. "I killed Rowena. Cas had nothing to do with it!"

"It was his fault," Dean argued. "If he hadn't killed--"

"And what was he reason for that? I'm sure he had one."

"He said--" Dean hesitated and some of the anger bled out of him. "He said something about Belphagor eating all the souls of Hell and taking over."

The silence after his pronouncement was broken by the sustained beep of the over timer.

Sam's face was incredulous. Dean looked away quickly and busied himself with pulling the pie out of the oven. The meringue was beautifully browned after its brief sojourn in the oven and Dean set it on a cooling rack next to the apple, pecan, and pumpkin pies he had already finished.

The oven timer beeped again and Dean shut it off and set the potholders back down on the counter. The room fell silent again.

"Belphagor wanted to take over Hell by eating all the souls there," Sam repeated slowly from behind him. "And you didn't think that was a good enough reason for Cas to reevaluate the plan?"

"The plan was fine," Dean said impatiently, fidgeting with a loose thread on the end of a potholder. "We would have figured it out. We have before. It was fine, but then it went wrong, and it was his fault--"

"Things always go wrong, Dean," Sam protested.

"But why is it always him?" Dean asked quietly. He was almost pleading with Sam. Pleading with Sam to answer the question that Cas had refused to.

"You're such a child," Sam said coldly. Dean spun around to face his brother, a protest on his lips, but before he could speak, Sam continued. "Four years ago you were supposed to kill me. That was the plan. But then you killed Death with his own scythe instead."

"I wasn't about to--" Dean argued, but Sam cut him off.

"You never let me die, Dean, even when I begged you to let me go. You let Gadreel in me. You sold your soul to bring me back. But I--" Sam took a breath. "I said yes to Lucifer. I killed Lilith, even with you and Cas both begging me not to. I trusted Ruby over my family." The accusations lay in the still air between them, a decade of grievances aired.

"Sometimes things go wrong," Sam continued evenly. "Things usually go wrong; it's kind of our family motto by this point. And sometimes that's Cas's fault. But, Dean, sometimes it's your fault, and sometimes it's my fault. It just...happens."

"I did that for you," Dean said hollowly. "All of that, I did it for you."

"Yeah, well, you went too far, Dean. And we've already yelled enough about that, I think," Sam said in the delicate way that meant he was still upset but not about to pick a fight over it.

"Yeah," Dean laughed humorlessly.

"Anyway," Sam said, and it sounded like he was determined not to get off track. "Sometimes things go off the rails, and we can get mad about it, but that doesn't make it the sort of mistake that we cut people off over. Especially not this one. Even if we did lose Rowena." He swallowed. "It wasn't Cas's fault."

"He wasn't supposed to leave," Dean said helplessly.

"What?"

"He...he said...years ago, during the Mark stuff," Dean looked down at his hands for a moment. "He said that everyone would be dead, except him, and he would still be there." Dean grabbed the counter behind him again, hands braced by his hips. "He said he'd always come when I call, Sam." Dean's voice broke in the middle of the sentence. His fingers clutched at the counter and he kept his eyes fixed on the worn linoleum under Sam's feet.

"Well..." Sam shifted on his feet. Dean's grip on the counter tightened until he knew his fingers were white, and he tried to keep his breathing under control. "Have you tried calling him?"

Dean let out a noise that was halfway between a laugh and a sob. "No. I can't, I--" His fingers ached against the edge of the stainless steel counter.

"Why can't you?" Sam asked cautiously. "I mean, I'm not sure if he's still tuned into angel radio, but I'm pretty sure he's still got his cell on him."

"He might not be," Dean said, focusing on Sam. "That's one of the things he said. That he's losing power again." Dean flexed his fingers. "I didn't listen," he added quietly.

"It's not the first time he's fallen, though," Sam pointed out. "It's not like it's new."

Dean stifled another twinge of guilt at the six-year-old memory of a freshly-fallen Cas turning up at the bunker and expecting the welcome he should have been given.

"I mean," Sam continued. "He's been falling on-and-off really since we met him."

"Yeah." Dean thought nostalgically about the unearthly Castiel who had blown the doors off a barn in Illinois and made the air around him crackle with ozone. "He was really worried about it the first time. He got shored up though. He figured it was--oh." Dean's fingers went slack in realization and he was wide-eyed when he turned back to Sam.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Chuck. Cas always thought it was God who had powered him back up after you jumped into the Cage. And now with Chuck on the outs..."

"You think that's why Cas's losing power again," Sam finished.

Dean nodded grimly. "It makes sense."

"If he's falling again, falling for good, we should be there," Sam said firmly. "Not because he needs us," he added quickly, "but because his family should be there for him anyway."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. But," he hesitated, his fingers curling loosely over the counter again. "I can't call him, Sam," he admitted quietly.

"Why not?" Sam asked, frustration seeping through. "Just call him and tell him you're sorry. That it wasn't his fault and there's always a place for him here."

Dean opened his mouth, but I'm dead to you echoed too loudly in his head for him to speak. "I just...what I said, Sam...I can't--"

Sam sighed loudly. "Okay," he said. "Do you want to make up with Cas? Make things right with him?"

"Yes," Dean said immediately. Then he thought about the anger and sadness in Cas's eyes before he left. He thought about the months when he thought Cas was dead after the leviathan. He thought about the months Cas was trapped in Purgatory. He thought about the long years in front of him if Cas never came home. "Yes," he repeated. "I do."

"Good," Sam said firmly. "That's good, because if you didn't, I was going to have to kick your ass. Now, I know you and Cas used to talk a lot and I was only there for some of it. So I know there's some really sentimental stuff you guys were throwing around."

Dean looked up sharply at Sam, but his younger brother wasn't sneering, just teasing with a knowing look on his face. Dean swallowed.

"I'm sure 'more profound bond' was the least of your endearments." Sam didn't really have to look so smug about the whole thing, but Dean could hardly say he was wrong.

"Yeah," Dean agreed hoarsely.

I was getting too close to the humans in my charge - you

, floated across his mind, accompanied by such lines as

I gave everything for you.

The sort of lines Dean ruminated on when he couldn't sleep and the night seemed too cold and too dark to be borne alone.

I'm hunted, I rebelled, and I did all of it for you

. Affection and love lurking in every phrase, warming Dean from the inside.

I prayed to you, every night. I always come when you call. I'd rather have you, cursed or not.

We're family. We need you. ...I need you.

You ask what about all of this is real. We are.

Dean realized Sam was watching him with a knowing look. "What?" he said instinctively, fighting the heat flooding his face.

"Nothing," Sam said, though his innocent act was ruined by his cat-that-ate-the-canary routine. "Alright, so what you're going to do is call Cas and convince him to meet you somewhere. Neutral ground." Sam's grin was growing, which made Dean automatically wary of whatever plan he was concocting. "You're going to apologize for everything you said. And then you're going to turn up with all those lines and memories and tell Cas truthfully how they made you feel."

Dean swallowed around the dry lump in his throat. His fingers tightened around the counter edge. It...wasn't a terrible plan. It was just terrifying. It was just everything he'd been avoiding for the last decade.

"You can have a boombox with you if it makes you feel better," Sam told him with fake solemnity.

"Huh?" Dean managed, attempting to carry on the basics of human conversation while most of him was trying to figure out how many ways he could say I love you to Cas without having to actually...say it.

"This is your big romantic gesture, Dean," Sam told him gently. "Like a John Hughes movie. And don't say you don't like chick flicks, because both of us know that's not true."

Dean just nodded. Big romantic gesture. Right. Maybe he could just...say it. Love you, Cas seemed too casual for the way this felt, but I've fallen in love with you, Castiel was waaay too far in the other direction. Maybe just I'm in love with you, Cas. Simple, hard to misunderstand. Right.

Dean nodded again and pried his hands off the counter. "Right," he echoed aloud. He rubbed his palms and glanced absently around the kitchen.

"Those will need to be refrigerated once they're cool," he said, gesturing toward the cooling racks of pies. "And you can do the dishes, Sammy."

Dean flexed his fingers and took a breath. "Right," he whispered again before stepping away from the counter.

"And where are you going?" Sam asked. Dean suspected he meant to sound put out about the dishes, but it was impossible not to hear the delight in his brother's voice.

"To get a boombox," Dean called over his shoulder as he leapt the two steps at the kitchen's entrance.

I'm in love with you, Cas. Right. He's got this.

#Resolution19 #Supernatural #spn #15.03 #coda #destiel #gratuitous pie #sorry if dean's a bit out of character #i want to just take him and cas and push them together #'now KISS!'#but dean's a bit reluctant to Have Feelings #so this is what you get from me lol #ten months down #two months to go!

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charliesshitposts · 5 years ago

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Supernatural Omens (part five)

The nice and accurate prophecies of someone, somewhere about something that never happened. A fan fiction.

Warnings: None. Feel free to read this in front of your family and pets :)

word count: I think it’s short. :)

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The countdown had officially begun and thankfully they had the antichrist at the tip of their fingers,but they wouldn’t meet him just yet. When the horns finally died down a heavy rain fell upon them. Everyone piled into Crowley’s Bentley to shelter themselves.

It’s safe to say that up until this point Team Free Will had kept the amount of patience they had left to themselves. Dean and Sam, Dean more than Sam, were itching to do something about this ‘case’. Dean was ready to go in, guns blazing, as soon as the opportunity presented itself.But so far that hadn’t come. Sam was starting to question why Crowley and Aziraphale had wanted their help if for the past days they’d done nothing but follow them around. Jack and Castiel could still hold onto their patience for a little while longer.

After a moments silence Jack said.”So what’s next?”

“Now we go where the motorcyclists we're going. They’re important to the end of the world.”

“What motorcyclists?” Asked both Dean and Crowley.

“Jack went missing for a little bit.”Said Castiel.”When we found him he was talking to four people on motorcycles. I’m not sure who they are.”

“We know they are..” Said Crowley, who was driving towards the airbase.

“Alright!” exclaimed Dean.”Quit being mysterious and dodgy. As people who you’ve dragged out of their world to HELP you, I think you are obligated to tell us what is happening, exactly as it’s happening. Because if you don't I honestly don't see why you came to us for help. So..start talking.”

Crowley nodded.”You’re absolutely right. Over the past few days there have been a succession of events. Check this out.” From under his thigh the Demon pulled out a newspaper. As the Winchesters looked through it,Crowley explained.”What once used to be a myth is now a reality. The lost city of Atlantis has resurfaced. Meanwhile the mythological creature known as the Kraken has come out of deep waters. And in local news not that long ago it was reported that there were ufo spotting over Tadfield. Who do you think is doing all of this?”

“The antichrist..” Said Castiel.

“Adam.” Corrected Aziraphale.”His name is Adam Young.”

“Okay.Who are the motorcyclists then?”Asked Sam.

“They are the four horsemen who, at Adams command, will unleash their terror. Famine,Pollution,War and Death.” Crowley informed.”They will be meeting at the United States Airbase here in Tadfield. It’s up to us to get there before Adam gives him his go.We have four hours until all of this is supposed to happen.”

Sam raised an eyebrow.”So..we’re just going to stay near the airbase until it's time?”

“That's the plan.”

Thunder cracked in the sky. Jack flinched and leaned into Castiel. Then suddenly the car began to rattle, then involuntarily swerve. The steering wheel started steered itself so Crowley couldn’t get a good hold of it. He angrily tried getting it under control but it was no use. He suddenly began to panic. In the passengers seat Aziraphale held on for his dear life. The outsiders in the back held onto their seats, but when the car took a sharp swerve, they let go and held onto each other. Everyone in the car had their eyes closed.

Then the sudden movements stopped. Slowly Crowley opened an eye. His breath hitched. They were in the eye of a tornado. A tornado that had been created at the same time the storm had been put over The United Kingdom. The Demon stopped time.He knew at that point that if a miracle bigger than any miracle Aziraphale or himself could stir up would somehow come to them, the four outsiders would be safe. For the first time ever,Crowley prayed.

Luck was on his side. The Bentley went from a three seater to a four seater car. Sitting all the way in the back, fixing his hair, was Gabriel. The Gabriel from Sam and Deans universe. He wore a white shirt and jeans.Crowleys eyes widened.”Who are you?” he asked rather softly.

“I’m Gabriel.”He responded.”The archangel.”

The demon raised his eyebrows.”You must be the archangel Gabriel from Sam and Dean’s universe.”

“I must be. Do you have another archangel Gabriel here in your universe?”

“Yeah we do. He’s one of the higher ranking assholes who love to tell everyone what to do but don’t lift a finger to do anything themselves.Typical of Archangels.”

Gabriel stayed quiet.Crowley quickly jumped to retract himself.He talked quickly.”Not that I think you’re like them in any way. We’ve only just met. I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean too.” Quickly the archangel stopped Crowley.”Hey hey hey..” Gabe laughed.”It’s fine. It’s okay, no hard feelings. Don’t worry about it.”Crowley let out a sigh of relief. Gabriel then added.”What's your name?”

“Crowley.I’m a Demon.”

Gabriel chuckled.”You’re not Crowley. You sound like him though.But then gain you might have found another vessel. If that’s the case then welcome back.I hope there aren’t any hard feelings.”

“No.”Crowley shook his head.”I’m the demon Crowley of this universe.”

“Ahh got it. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.Listen. If we make it out of this I’ll be sure to invite you out for a cup of coffee where myself and Aziraphale ,the angel sitting next to me, can get to know him better. But right know it would be great if-”

“I heard your prayer earlier. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this sticky situation.”

“What are you going to do?” Crowley asked curiously.

“I’m going to get you, your friend ,my friends, and you're car out of this tornado.” Gabe smiled.”When I say go you’re going to start time back up. Brace for impact when you do.”

“Okay.”The demon nodded.”Will my Bentley come down okay?”

“Yep. I’ll be sure to make it so that the impact doesn’t affect your car.”

Crowley nodded once more. He closed his eyes tightly. Time picked back up. Aziraphale,Dean,Sam,Jack and Castiel screamed bloody murder as the Bentley plunged from the sky. It felt nothing like any rollercoaster you’ve ever been on. They felt as though the force would puncture a hole through their chest. Crowley was the only one that didn’t scream. He held tightly onto the steering wheel until his knuckled turned red. His eyes stayed shut the whole way down. Mentally he imagined that he was-in fact-on the tallest rollercoaster in the world, plunging down along with other thrill seekers. But he never liked rollercoasters, so he imagined that Aziraphale had convinced him into trying it once for him.The impact was loud. The whole car shook terribly. The exterior of the Bentley made a screech that pierced the ears.

When Crowley finally opened his eyes he turned to check his copilots safety.”Aziraphale.”He breathed out.”Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

The angel checked himself for any signs of trauma. He found none.”Yes, i’m fine. I’m perfect actually.” Aziraphale turned to look at the occupants of the car.”Are you fellows okay? No broken bones? No bleeding?”

Sam and Dean looked up and down at one another.”No.” Sam chuckled nervously.”We’re fine. Jack? Cas?”

“We’re both fine.” Castiel answered.Jack had his arms wrapped tightly around Cas’ middle.”How on earth did we all survive that?”

Crowley looked back at where Gabriel was sitting. He wasn’t there anymore. Flabbergasted,Crowley got out of the car. For a second he thought that he had gone mad. But nope. Gabriel was outside, looking at the Bentley that just like he had promised, wasn’t scratched. It’s exterior was still nice and shiny almost as if it had been washed. The wheels were still full air. The head lights and tail lights were without a scratch or a crack. Crowley grew utterly overwhelmed with this that he flung his door opened and embraced Gabriel tightly.Gabriel awkwardly hugged him back.

“You got us out safely!”Crowley exclaimed.

“I said I would.”

“I’m..not one with nice words. But just know that i’m very...grateful.”

Gabriel smiled.”You're welcome. Is everyone else alright?”

“Yeah everyones perfect.”The Demon called out for the other five.”HEY! FELLAS? Come on out. We have a visitor.”

Jack was the first to greet Gabriel. When he saw his favorite archangel he quickly ran to hug him. He then began explaining what had just happed. Being in the eye of a tornado and how scary it felt. Dropping from it and somehow surviving it. Jack was so enthusiastically explaining the whole ordeal that he never thought for a second of the possibility that it had been Gabriel the whole time. However Dean,Sam and Castiel caught on quickly. When Jack went back to hugging him,Gabriel gave the boys a wink and a smile. They silently agreed that that surviving the tornado had been a miracle and not something he had done. Crowley and Aziraphale agreed too.

They made the rookie mistake of letting their guard down, especially Crowley. From the tall bushes behind him two filthy hands reached out. They grabbed a firm hold of his jacket and pulled the Demon in. Crowley’s back slammed against a tree. Hastur, another demon, growled in Crowley’s face. He didn't look happy. But then again he never was.

“Hastur!” Crowley exclaimed happily, trying his very best to keep his cool.”So wonderful to see you old pal. How’ve you been? Is that a new haircut? It looks divine.”

“Shut it!”Barked Hastur.”First you become buddy buddy with an angel.Then Beelzebub informs us that you’ve been praying?! Have you forgotten your place? You think you’re some sort of angel now? Some sort of pure and holy entity? Because if that’s the case I think we should take you back to headquarters to be rightfully aligned. Or sentenced.”

Crowley desperately racked his brain for an answer. But when he saw the figure standing behind Hastur, he calmed down.”I think that this has been lovely. And if we meet again in the future we should go out for a cup of coffee. You could meet my new friend.”

Hastur tilted his head curiously.”New friend?”

“He means me.” Gabriel responded. Hastur didn’t have time to react. When he turned around Gabriel put his hand on the filthy demons forehead. Hastur let out a scream as the archangel exterminated the entity inside the vessel. The cadaver that once used to be Hastur dropped dead. Gabriel met Aziraphale and Crowley’s eyes. They stood side by side with their mouth agape. Dean,Sam and Castiel stood their smiling.

“That’s our Gabe.” Sam said proudly.

Thunder cracked nearby. Jack crouched down to the floor. His eyes turned gold. For a moment, he didn’t move. His eyes looked up at the sky, searching for something. Or maybe they were hearing for something. Regardless, he found what they all had so desperately been looking for. Jack shot forward. He ran rapidly down the woods. His legs looked as though they would fly off.

“JACK!” Castiel shouted.

“Come on guys!” Dean said.

The five of them ran after the nephilim,who was leading them to the antichrist.

**authors note**

This fan fiction is coming to an end in the next chapter. Stay tuned for the next one that’s already in the process of being written. I promise i’ll get better at writing. I know sometimes I don’t explain myself the way I want to. :/ But i’ll try my hardest for you guys.

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thebest-medicine · 6 years ago

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Leave it to Chance (Spin the Bottle)

A/N: I saw a prompt (x and x) about using spin the bottle like whoever spins it gets to tickle the person it lands on. I’ve also seen a game before of using dice, like if you have 2 dice one can correspond with the spot you get tickled and the other can correspond with how long you get tickled. Anyway, here’s some spn trash of that.

Words: 3,150

AO3 Link (x)

Characters: Charlie Bradbury, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Kevin Tran (non-shippy but you could interpret some sevin and destiel from this)

It was silly, they knew, a game decided upon by a group that had maybe one too many drinks to be thinking clearly in the first place. But here they were, their little makeshift family, enjoying the low light and calm feeling of the bunker. The walls surrounded by soil, keeping them and their secrets hidden. They were safe here. They were home.

Their little group gathered on the soft carpet within the library, a den of their own making. Charlie stood to collect dice that they would need to use. Dean sat between his brother and Cas. Cas made conversation with him, teasing Dean as he insisted that he’d played many a round of spin the bottle in high school, though admittedly never like this. Sam was smiling, laughing a bit as he chatted with Kevin, who tried his best to look comfortable despite being arguably the most sober and most jittery about what they were doing.

Charlie returned to complete their circle after she happily selected two non-identical dice to use for their game, one blue with white dots, and one white with yellow dots. Blue had to be the time, because blue was a sad color, she insisted. Yellow, the color of sunshine and happiness, would represent the location.

“Okay, so, lay it on me.” Dean asked Charlie, the unofficial officiant of the game. “How are we doing this?”

“Well, first, we need a bottle.” She started.

Dean’s hand shot up, an empty beer in hand. “Check!”

She took it and set it in the middle of the circle.

“Ok.” Charlie clapped once. “Everyone gets a turn to spin. Whoever spins, does the tickling. Whoever it lands on, gets tickled.” Charlie winked.

A collective blush overran a few faces among the circle, namely Kevin’s and Dean’s.

“Then!” Charlie cleared her throated dramatically. “The person who it landed on must roll The Dice Of Destiny!” She announced.

Castiel chuckled at her showmanship.

“Blue! Time! This shows how many minutes you’ll be tickled for. A one will bring you one minute, two for two, six for six, etc.” She explained.

“Simple enough.” Sam agreed.

“Yellow! Location! Now this one, this may make or break you.” Charlie ‘ooh’d and ‘ahh’d dramatically. She took another swig of her mojito. “This little die holds the power to show WHERE you will be tickled.” Charlie smirked as she continued. “A one, your feet. A two, your legs. A three, your stomach and sides. A four, your ribs. A five, under your arms. A six, your neck. Any questions?”

Kevin timidly raised a hand. “So, if we get something like... two fives... and we have to be t-tickled under our arms for 5 minutes.” He shuddered a moment at the thought. “Then, but, what if we can’t- what if we can’t keep our arms up?”

“The other members of the circle will do their part to help keep you in place for the duration of your tickles.” Charlie smiled.

“You mean hold you down.” Sam clarified with a wink.

“I do.” Charlie waggled her eyebrows.

Kevin nodded with a blush.

“Ok. Ready?”

Everyone gave a nod.

“Alright. I’ll go first?” Charlie began.

She took the bottle and placed it in the middle. Everyone’s eyes watched it like a hawk as she spun.

Around and around it went, the tipsy eyes of the circle unable to be drawn away as the anticipation built. Finally, the bottle settled, pointing directly at Sam.

“Fuck.” He chuckled. “Alright give me the dice.”

Sam held them in his hands a moment, pretending to say a little prayer.

Everyone watched almost as intently as Sam as the dice were released onto the carpet. A two for time. A six for location.

Charlie grinned the widest of them all, patting her lap expectantly. “C’mere Sam, rest your head in my lap.” She sing-songed.

Sam grumbled but obliged, laying across the circle and putting his head face up between Charlie’s knees.

“Timer?” Charlie asked.

“Got it.” Dean supplied, holding up his phone.

Sam was stuck between closing his eyes and watching to see when Charlie would strike, which left his eyes opening and closing every few seconds. “Okay just, get it over with.” He pleaded.

Charlie was happy to.

Sam scrunched with eyes shut, his lips pursing tightly to hold in his giggles as Charlie’s nails scribbled beneath his ears and around his neck. She got just under his chin and her fingers make quick work of his defenses.

Sam’s giggles poured out slowly at first, then all at once.

“T-Time?” Sam begged.

“Oh, man. I was so wrapped up in that girly little giggle you had going on that I forgot to start it.” Dean grinned.

“Fuck you.” Sam hissed.

“Should we start it again at 2?” Dean suggested.

“No!” Sam insisted.

“Yeah I think it’s been about 2 minutes, gotta save some time for the rest of you guys.” Charlie smirked.

Dean couldn’t help but look disappointed while Sam stuck his tongue out at him, going back to his seat.

“Alright Kev, your turn!” Charlie passed him the bottle.

Kevin sighed in relief, knowing that he couldn’t be the victim here. He spun the bottle, and it landed on Charlie.

“Oh man... alright!” Charlie chuckled as she grabbed the dice, making a show of shaking them up and rolling them.

Three for time. One for location.

“Oh no! Not my feet!” Charlie whined.

“Rules are rules.” Cas chimed in.

“Fine...” Charlie grumbled as she untied her shoes and slipped them off along with her socks. “Go easy on me, Kevvy.”

Kevin smirked at her as she begrudgingly placed her feet in his lap.

“Sam, you’re in charge of timing this. Remember I was fair to you.” Charlie noted.

“Okay.” Sam laughed. “Don’t worry.”

“Great. Okay, well. I’m ready.” Charlie gulped dramatically.

Kevin pulled back her toes and started slowly wiggling his fingers under them, just at the top of the ball of her foot, like Gabriel had done to him so many times before. He knew it would drive her crazy.

Charlie squirmed and gasped, a stream of giggles coming out of her mouth.

He slowly picked up the pace, wiggling and scribbling his nails over the ball of her right foot. After about a minute, he switched to her left. Charlie shrieked when a new foot was tormented.

For the last minute, Kevin decided upon a grand finale of viciously wigging his fingers over both of her feet. Charlie tried her best to stay in place but kept squirming away, leading to Dean jumping in to hold her legs down.

The timer ran out just as Charlie ran out of breath. “Whew! That was crazy. You’ve got some mad skills, Kev.”

“Must be that he’s learning since he gets tortured all the time.” Dean interjected.

Kevin blushed.

“Okay. Sam’s turn!”

Sam took the bottle, rolling it a moment in his hands to get a feel for it. He set it in the center of the circle, adjusting it a few times before he finally settled on the exact middle.

“Oh my god just do it already!” Dean complained.

“Shut up and drink your beer.” Sam laughed.

Dean rolled his eyes, but took a swig anyway.

Spin. Spin. Spin. And it slowed to a stop just at Dean.

“Shit.” Dean groaned. “I hate you. You did that on purpose.”

Sam laughed, “How could I?”

“I don’t know you... physics. Mr. Stanford.” Dean grumbled.

“Sure. Take the dice. This one’s all you.” Sam handed him the set of blue and yellow.

Dean shook them vigorously before dropping them to the carpeted floor. Five for time, five for location. He stared at them in horror. “No fair that’s the longest time so far.”

“You’re only the third one to go.” Cas responded.

“Whatever.” Dean huffed.

“I doubt you’ll be able to keep your arms up, you’re too fucking ticklish.” Sam laughed.

Dean blushed, hoping others blamed it on the alcohol. He opened his mouth to retort.

“I’ll help with that.” Cas suggested.

“So.... who times, Kev? Charlie?” Sam asked.

“Kevin, could you? I wanna have my full focus on Dean’s face while he laughs his head off.” Charlie grinned.

Dean blushed more.

“Can do.” Kevin replied.

Charlie slurped down another gulp of her mojito before inching closer to Dean, who laid down hesitantly.

“Okay, give me your arms.” Cas ordered.

Dean could barely muster the will to lift his arms over his head when all his brain could say was ‘oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck fuck you sam’.

Sam smiled with glee as he brought his hands down toward Dean’s arms. He hovered just about the armpits.

“Ready Kevin? Count me down.” Sam asked.

“Ok, three.... two... one!” Kevin announced, clicking the timer to start.

Dean arched his back and turned his head, trying to bury it into his arm while Sam tickled wickedly under his arms.

“NahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHA FUCKYOUSAHAHAHAHAM!” Dean wailed, laughing madly.

“Aw, I love you too Dean.” Sam laughed.

Charlie watched on with a menacing smile. “Gotta get pics of this.” She announced, grabbing her phone.

“NohohohHOHOHO!” Dean protested.

Cas smiled fondly down at him.

Sam tickled from Dean’s elbows down to his underarms, scribbling down to his upper ribs as well and making Dean jump. He drilled into his armpits and chuckled every time he made Dean jump or shriek (which was a lot).

“Annnnd we are approaching the end...” Kevin announced. “Ten, nine...” he began counting down. Sam tickled even more vigorously for the last ten seconds and Dean could swear he was seeing stars.

Finally, the time was up and he was released. He barely moved from the floor at first, trying to hug his arms down and brush away the lingering tingle of Sam’s fingers.

“That was horrible.”

“And hilarious!” Charlie smirked.

“Whatever.” Dean continued. “Finally it’s my turn.” He grabbed the bottle and quickly spun it.

“Cas.” Dean’s voice sounded like the snake trying to charm Eve into eating the apple, smooth, secretive, threatening. “Looks like it’s your turn!”

Cas rolled the dice, getting four for time and two for location. Well shit.

Sam offered to hold Castiel’s legs while Charlie timed. Dean sat backwards across his middle, facing his thighs.

Cas felt like praying. The slacks he was wearing did little to impede Dean’s fingers as they began squeezing his sensitive legs just above the knee.

He yelped out a laugh as he fought the urge to scream. Dean was an expert at taking Cas apart, especially somewhere as sensitive and intimate as his thighs.

“Aww I bet this is driving you crazy, Cas.” Dean teased.

“StahahahahahahahahHAHAHHOP DON’T BEHEHEHE MEAN!” Cas cried out amongst his frantic laughter.

“What, does that make it tickle more?” Dean continued. “It’s not my fault you’re so sensitive.” Dean squeezed into the skin on the inside of Castiel’s thighs, making him kick so hard that it almost threw Sam off.

Finally, to Castiel’s relief, the timer sounded.

Dean’s mischievous look told Cas that it was far from over in the long run.

Castiel sat up, his appearance disheveled as he took hold of the bottle. As it spun in circles, eyes still watched it cautiously, a collective breath was held as it began to slow.

Dean.

“Well shit. That’s not fair. Sam already got me.” Dean protested.

“The bottle speaks the truth, Dean!” Charlie yelled back.

“But no one’s even gotten Kevin yet!” Dean whined.

“Complainer.” Sam teased. “Suck it up.”

Dean felt the urge to protest further, but when he opened his mouth he instead decided to sip on his beer. “Fine.” He reached out his hand. “Hit me.”

The dice appeared in his hand as he threw a roll. One for time, excellent. Three for location, not so excellent.

Dean looked from the dice slowly up to Cas, who wore a small smirk. Revenge would be sweet, it said.

“Can I reroll?” Dean asked.

“No!” Charlie, Kevin, Sam, and Cas all replied.

“After the treatment you gave me...” Cas began. “Expect fair retaliation.”

Dean felt himself shrinking.

Sam grabbed Dean’s arms and pulled him back to lay down on the carpet, holding his arms over his head. Cas took a seat on his middle. Kevin and Charlie offered to hold his feet to prevent extra kicking.

“It’s only one minute, why are you so nervous, Dean?” Cas teased.

Dean shot up his best attempt at a glare.

When the timer, set between Charlie and Kevin, began, Cas wasted no time digging directly into Dean’s hips.

Dean knee that was coming, but regardless he howled, his back arching up as much as it could as his whole body squirmed. “NahahahHAHAHAHAAHAHO NOHOHOH LHAJAHA CAHAHAAHHAHAAH CASHHAHAHA PLHEHEHEHEASE I CAN’T!” Dean wailed.

“Only 45 more seconds to go!” Charlie reassured him.

Cas drilled, scribbled, and wiggled his fingers ruthlessly into Dean’s most sensitive spot.

When there were only about 20 seconds left, Cas spidered his fingers all over Dean’s belly, throwing him off and making his laughter change form and pitch. Not as desperate but still tormented.

The final 5 seconds, which everyone counted down together, Cas squeezed Dean’s hips once for each second before finally releasing him.

Dean stared up blurrily at his friends, wishing he could muster the energy or mood to glare at any of them but only able to poorly choke back a goofy smile.

“I Hahahate you.” Dean said as he sat back up.

Back to Charlie, when she received Cas as a victim again. He had a two for time and a four for location. Charlie tickled his ribs silly as he giggled and squirmed.

Kevin got Sam, who rolled a one for location and a four for time. Kevin took his time tickling Sam’s huge feet. Under his toes made him giggle sweetly, though it took Dean and Cas to hold his legs down. Kevin saved this information for future use.

Sam, in turned, got Kevin. A huge smile formed on his face. Kevin found himself blushing and tried to take a sip of his wine cooler to mask it as something caused by tipsiness. Kevin rolled a six for time and a five for location. He stared in horror at the dice before him.

“No, you can’t...” Kevin whined, clenching his arms to his sides. “Have mercy...”

“You’re right, Kev.” Sam nodded before drawing his lip up into a smirk. “I can’t have mercy.”

Kevin rolled his eyes, squirming as he tried to situate himself. Sam sat over his head, asking for his arms which Kevin reluctantly gave. Sam sat on them and wiggled his fingers teasingly over Kevin’s armpits.

Kevin thought he might die.

“Go!” Charlie demanded, announcing the timer had begun.

Sam wasn’t a complete sadist (or maybe he was and this was worse?) to Kevin, he began at Kevin’s elbows and slowly drew his fingers down, tickling gently.

He swirled them around and around Kevin’s armpits for the first couple of minutes, peppering in pokes and scribbles as he went along. Kevin was squealing and out of breath, kicking his feet aimlessly at the onslaught.

Once the halfway mark passed, Sam turned up the heat. He began tickling more directly, harder, even driving his fingers into the center of Kevin’s armpits.

Kevin spasmed and thrashed and laughed his head off.

In the final 30 seconds, which in Kevin’s mind took hours to come, Sam drilled his thumbs into the middle of Kevin’s hollows, driving him mad with sensation and laughter.

When the time finally came, Kevin couldn’t stop laughing. Sam had moved off of him and offered him a hand to get up, but Kevin remained on the floor in a giggly puddle.

“Mahahahahan.....” Kevin eventually spoke up. “That was brutal...”

Sam winked at him, making Kevin blush again.

Finally, he sat back up and rejoined the circle.

Dean’s turn, which he eagerly awaited. He took the bottle and spun vigorously. Spin. Spin. Spin.

Eventually, it landed...

On himself.

“Oh, what now I spin again?” Dean asked.

“...No.” Charlie replied, holding out the dice to him with a smile.

“What?????” Dean stared in disbelief.

“Whoever it lands on gets tickled.” Charlie shrugged.

“I shouldn’t have asked....” Dean wiped a hand down his face.

“And, the yellow dice will be how many people tickle you. One: one, two: two, three: three, four, five, or six: everyone.” Charlie explained gleefully. “Blue is still time.”

“What? That’s- no-“

“Rules are rules, Dean!”

“You’re just making this shit up!”

“Rules are rules!” Charlie pressed the dice toward him more firmly.

Eventually he sighed, and took them. Time, six. People, four.

“Nooooooooooooo.” Dean whined.

“Yessssssssss.” Sam replied in an imitation.

“I despise all of you.” Dean noted.

“I’m sure.” Cas replied.

Dean rolled his eyes, huffing and puffing as he laid back on the carpet. Cas took a seat at his feet, as dean insisted Cas not have access to his stomach again. Sam above his head holding his arms. Charlie and Kevin sat back to back on his middle, Charlie facing his tummy and Kevin facing his thighs.

“Ready.” Charlie began.

“No.” Dean replied.

“Not you-“ Charlie stuck out her tongue at him. “Set.”

Dean clenched his eyes shut.

“Go!” Charlie declared, and they all dug in.

Dean’s eyes formed tears a minute in with Sam tickling all over his sensitive underarms and alternating with his neck. His long fingers made quick work of Dean’s ribs, squeezing and pinching them.

Charlie tickled ruthlessly over Dean’s belly. She dipped a finger into his bellybutton, squeezed his sides, spidered all over the skin, even lifting his shirt to get more direct contact, and took some time to squeeze and scribble on his hips.

Kevin tickled behind Dean’s knees, squeezed their tops, and tickled up and down Dean’s thighs. His legs couldn’t escape due to Castiel’s prescience on his ankles.

Cas tickled over the tops of Dean’s feet, around and under his toes, between them, then the balls, then arches, then heels of his feet. He would tickle back up the sides, and then begin the process again.

Dean thought he might lose his mind.

Then, the timer buzzed.

Finally, it came to Castiel’s turn again.

“It better not fucking land on me.” Dean glared as he collected himself.

Luckily for him, it landed on Charlie, who rolled a six for location and three for time. Cas tickled all around her neck and ears as she giggled lightly.

“Maybe we should continue another time.” Sam began. “Dean seems a little pooped.” He nudged his brother’s side.

“Shut up, bitch.”

“Jerk.”

“Sounds good. Who’s ready for a movie?” Charlie announced as she stood.

“Yep. I need another round.” Dean stretched his arms and began to stand as Sam reached out to poke his ribs.

“Don’t fucking start!” Dean hissed, jumping up to escape the touch. He followed Charlie quickly out of the room.

Everyone else soon followed.

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chevrolangels · 6 years ago

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a few excerpts from my fic, The Five People You Meet in Heaven.

Happy Birthday Dean <3

Today Is Dean’s Birthday

“You know how you get presents on your birthday?”

Dean doesn’t look up. He makes another whoosh sound, completely focused on sending the red car zooming across the carpet.

“And…”

She sits heavily down next to him, placing a hand on his head.

“It’s your birthday today.”

Dean smiles widely.

“Uh-huh.”

He continues to send the imaginary citizens on their daily lives, going as fast as his little fingers can push them. She watches, stroking a hand through his hair.

“Well…I have a present for you.”

Dean abandons his cars and quickly turns to his mother, his face lit up with anticipation.

“What is it?”

She smiles, leaning forward.

“It’s right here,” she murmurs, patting her stomach. Dean frowns, reaching out. He places his hand on the slight swell of her dress.

“In your tummy?” He asks, looking up with those wide eyes.

She nods, covering his hand.

“Yeah.”

She moves his hand slightly, so Dean can feel where the baby’s been shifting all morning. He’s quiet now, but maybe he’ll perk up for his brother.

Mary smiles.

“A little brother. Just for you.”

Dean fidgets a little, squinting at her.

“A brother?”

“Yeah,” she says gently. “Would you like that?”

He kicks, strong this time, and Dean’s eyes widen, his tiny face filled with wonder.

“Whas’ his—what’s his name?”

“Well…”

Mary smiles, tousling his hair.

“You know how you’re named for Grandma?”

Dean nods.

“Well, me and your Dad were thinking…that this little one will be named for Grandpa.”

Dean smoothes his hands over her stomach, and she points.

“Sam.”

Dean repeats.

“Sam.”

Mary laughs, nodding.

“Our little Sammy.”

Dean reaches for her, and she sweeps him up, hugging him close.

“Like it,” Dean says, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Like it a lot. Sam. Sammy.”

Mary chuckles.

“I’m glad.”

She dips him quickly, and Dean shrieks happily, giggling. Mary pokes him in the chest, smiling wide.

“And what does my big man want for his birthday breakfast, huh?”

Dean wiggles in her arms, shouting.

“Hug!”

“Ohhh, yes of course,” Mary coos. “You love hugs, don’t you?”

Dean nods, squirming so he can wrap his arms around her neck. She obliges him, hiking him up.

“I think we can do that.”

She carries him downstairs, whispering conspiratorially all the way.

“We can go to the park, and then we’ll play with—“

“Legos!”

“Yes, honey—I didn’t forget about the Legos—and by then Daddy will be home, and we can eat the pie you helped me make.”

“Pie!”

“Mhm. And blow out candles.”

Mary raises her eyebrows, tickling him a little.

“And how many candles do you get?”

Dean frowns, counting briefly on his fingers.

“F…four. Four!” He says triumphantly, holding them out for her to see.

Mary grips his tiny hand.

“That’s right! You’re four years old,” she says, smiling. “And getting so big already. Oof.”

She adjusts him a little on her hip, trying to avoid the slight swell of her stomach. A couple years from now, and she won’t be able to lift him like this anymore.

She sets Dean down on the counter, and he helps her make breakfast, even though he ends up knocking over the blueberries and sending them sprawling. They make funny shapes with the pancake batter and flick little globs of whipped cream at each other, Dean giggling happily, syrupy-sticky fingers holding her own.

Mary smiles.

“Happy Birthday, Dean.”

Today Is Dean’s Birthday

“C’mon, it was just a few dollars—“

“And you don’t think we’re scrapin’ by as it is? I told you not to lose that money!”

“I’ll get it back, Dad—it’s not a problem—“

“It wouldn’t have been a problem if you had just fuckin’ taken care of it!”

The door slams, hard.

Dean hears the engine growl, and the squeal of tires as Dad pulls out of the parking lot.

He clenches his jaw, fists balling in the loose material of his jeans.

He vaguely stumbles backwards, until his legs hit the edge of the bed, and he sits down, sinking heavily onto the mattress.

He stares at the shitty motel wall, unseeing.

Some time later, there’s a soft click as the door opens, and Sam walks in.

“Dean?”

His voice is hesitant.

Dean quickly sits up, wiping his eyes.

“Yeah. Hey.”

He slouches into an easy smile, plastering it onto his face.

Sam glances around, fiddling with the strap of his bag that hangs off his shoulder. Kid’s been at the library all day, studying for…what is it—chemistry? Biology test on Friday?

“Where’s Dad?” he asks carefully.

Dean digs his nails into his palm.

“He went out.”

Sam nods. He doesn’t have to say anything.

They both know he’ll stumble in some time past three a.m., sleep it off and be ready to go again by noon.

“Well.”

Sam fidgets, not looking at him.

“Um—happy birthday.”

Dean looks up.

“You remembered,” he says, a little dazedly.

Sam scoffs, dropping down beside him on the bed.

“Course I remembered, jerk.”

He shyly slips an arm around him, giving him a brief hug. Dean snorts back a laugh and returns it, ruffling his hair as they part. Kid’s almost as tall as he is now.

Sam smiles sheepishly, and they go back to sitting in silence, staring at the floor.

Dean scuffs at the carpet with his toe. Sam bites at his nails.

Then he seems to make a decision, quickly bending over and digging through his backpack, as if he expects Dean to stop him. Dean opens his mouth, ready to tell him that he doesn’t need any presents—when Sam surfaces, a bunch of pamphlets in his hands.

“I, uh—I got these for you.”

He practically shoves them in his face, and Dean takes them, confused.

“Don’t be mad at me,” Sam says.

Dean frowns, glancing down at the page.

Achieve more, dream more—Get your GED today!

He looks up, dumbstruck.

Sam holds up his hands.

“I—I saw you looking at them last case we were on,” he blurts. “And you know, I feel like crap, you moving around so much, when I actually got to go to real school, and I—“

He pauses briefly, then barrels on.

“And there were a couple in the school's office, so I figured, hey, might as well.”

Dean just stares at him.

“Because Dad would have a fit, and I know you’d never do it yourself, so no, don’t freakin’ look at me like that,” Sam mumbles.

Dean stares wordlessly down at the bright lettering, and he closes his fist around it, tight enough that his hand starts to hurt. He knows he should probably say something, but his voice isn’t cooperating.

Sam bites his lip.

“You’re my brother, Dean,” he says softly. “I know you better than I know myself sometimes.”

He sighs.

“You can be pissed at me all you want, but…just promise me you’ll read them. Okay?”

Dean vaguely realizes that he’s nodding.

‘Yeah,” he chokes out. “Okay.”

Sam’s face splits out into a huge smile, and before Dean can defend himself—Sam is leaping on him again, hugging him tight. Dean scoffs, shoving him away.

“Alright, Sasquatch. Calm down.”

Sam lets him go, but he’s still beaming at him. Dean scowls, aiming a half-hearted punch at his shoulder. Sam ducks it and escapes, laughing as he drops his bag on the table.

Dean shakes his head, looking back down at the pamphlet in his hands. He runs a thumb over the edge of the pages, his eyes burning.

“Hey, Sam.”

Sam looks up, and Dean clears his throat.

“Thanks,” he says. “Thank you.”

Sam gives him that big dumb grin again.

“No problem.”

Dean quickly stands and shoves the pamphlet into his own bag, a stupid smile slowly spreading across his face.

“Oh, hey—“

Sam turns suddenly, heading towards the shitty motel fridge.

“I got you a cake, too!” he says enthusiastically.

Dean heaves a groan.

“Jesus Christ, Sammy. Pie—PIE.”

Today is Dean’s Birthday

Dean shuffles down the hallway of the bunker, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

Forty. A milestone most people consider important. And for Dean, it might have passed insignificantly, another year, another birthday. Nothing special.

But this time, it’s different. Because he didn’t wake up alone.

Because Dean had been sharing his bed for almost a month, one perfect month since Castiel had entered his room, swiftly and silently. One month since everything changed.

Looking back now, it almost makes Dean want to laugh. Never in his wildest dreams, his secret dreams of a normal life—he had never seen it happening like this.

If it ever managed to happen, god—he had expected an awkward flurry of hands and lips, panicked and desperate after a close call, or maybe just confessing it all, laying it bare when there was nothing to lose, on one of their many last nights on earth.

He had never expected this.

Dean hadn’t expected Cas to stop by his bedroom in the bunker, instead of heading off to his own room, to get the sleep he needed, for a body now tired and human again.

Dean hadn’t expected Cas to ignore all his questions and just say it.

But he did.

Cas said it, and then just stood there, staring at him in that infuriating way of his, eyes intense and piercing.

And Dean was speechless.

The conversation that followed was perhaps one of the most difficult and most awkward of his life—navigating sex and relationships with an age-old angel who had barely a decade of experience in humanity, hashing out all the shit that they had done to each other over the years—but in the end, it all seemed worth it.

Cas merely asked if he could stay, and Dean wordlessly opened his arms.

They fell asleep like that, slipping off into tomorrow, woken eventually by the gentle sounds of Sam moving about the bunker.

Dean hadn’t had a nightmare since.

He walks carefully back from the kitchen, careful not to spill the coffee. He slips into their room, quietly shutting the door behind him with his foot. But just inside the doorway, he pauses.

Cas is still asleep, snoring softly, and at the sight of him, all tangled up in the sheets of Dean’s bed—

Something tugs deep inside his chest, and he's almost overwhelmed by the feeling, something he can't really describe. It's like warmth and nervousness and a slight edge of melancholy, but Dean swallows, and pushes it all aside.

He quietly sets the mugs down. He takes a deep breath.

Then he softly walks over to the bed, slipping back in beside Cas under the covers.

I love you.

Cas had said it the way he said everything else—with that strong conviction, slow and sincere, and Dean couldn’t help but believe him.

He closes his eyes, pressing his face against Cas’s sleeping back. Dean listens to him breathe for a moment, selfishly reveling in the soft movement of Cas's body against his own.

But he can’t stand it any longer.

Dean presses a gentle kiss to his spine.

“Cas.”

He kisses up his bare skin, up to his shoulder blades, up his arms, his neck—and finally Cas stirs, muttering sleepily.

“Dean…?” he murmurs, in a voice that’s ready to drop off again. Dean slips a hand around Cas's waist, nosing into his back.

“I’m ready,” he whispers.

Cas turns so he can see him properly, completely awake now.

“I want you,” Dean says quietly. Cas is still. Dean shivers a little, continuing to press kisses up his arm, shoulder, and finally to his lips.

“Please, Cas.” He whispers. “Please.”

They move a little hesitantly, a little slow, but every touch laced with a strange sense of urgency. They both know they have all the time in the world, but still—Cas touches him like it’s the last time he ever will, a slight edge of desperation in the way he grips at Dean's arms, his back, his legs—and he kisses Dean endlessly, pressing words of love and devotion into his skin, Cas's eyes never leaving his.

Dean sinks his forehead against Cas’s, his breath harsh and ragged. They rock slowly back and forth, sweaty and sticking together with tongues and heat, as Cas murmurs words in a language Dean can’t understand. He curls his hands into the sheets, panting hard.

“C-cas. Cas.”

Castiel holds his gaze, not blinking. Dean’s tongue is frozen, he chokes on his words.

“I’m here,” Cas murmurs, burying the words in his mouth.

I’m here, Dean, breathed into every inch of his skin.

I’m here. We’re here. We’re finally here.

A few breathless moments, fingers skimming over skin, small little sounds, endless sighs.

Dean kisses him roughly, panting desperately in the space between their lips. Cas’s hands drift over Dean's body like he’s praying, worshipping, and Dean breaks.

“Cas—”

He forces those eyes on him.

“You—you know, right?”

Cas fixes him with that stare, and Dean swallows, eyes brimming with tears.

“You know I do, too?” he whispers.

But Castiel just nods.

“Yes, Dean,” he breathes, capturing his lips with a kiss.

“I know.”

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