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Searching for the answer buried in his heart, Thinking, is there anybody out there?
#spnedit#deankindalikedit#spnccnet#domcasnetwork#crossroadsnet#samnetwork#gadreelnet#omegassbabies#thecastielwinchesternetwork#winchestergracenetwork#cosmicstardustnet#cas#*#graphicx#graphic[spn]#*[spn]
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listening to Halsey and feeling both hot and powerful
#about me#selfies#my face#omegassbabies#idk why I'm not smiling with my teeth#these are from a month+ ago but whatever
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promo bc I have to write a paper
ughghghghhhhhhhhhh
mbf this sad trash
reblog
cry with me
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Basically the theme of this fic is idk-idk-idk bc I have a general idea of where we're going but really idk aaahh
(abo dystopian au tag; also here on ao3).
"So, what did they do to you in there?"
"Nothing that I can remember," Dean says. "But then again, my memory of what happened isn't exactly reliable."
"They didn't take me in to be operated on," Cas offers.
"Thank god for small favors, eh?" Benny says, approaching the couch and holding out two beers.
"I'm... under the drinking age," Cas says.
"Ha. If only that were true," Cas says, but he accepts the beer without further protest.
Dean takes the other beer Benny offered and twists the cap off.
"Why'd they let you go, though, if they didn't change you?" Andrea asks. "It's not like them, detaining a paired couple and then releasing them again so soon without even trying something new on them."
"I don't know," Dean says, shrugging his shoulders. He takes a long drink from the bottle.
"Well, we did what they wanted us to," Cas says, and maybe the kid thinks he's masking his feelings well, but Dean picks up on the bitterness in his voice.
Fuck, it doesn't matter how Cas tries to spin it--the straight-up facts are that Dean took advantage of a kid, and he liked it, liked it enough to do it again right after. God, Dean is fucked up.
"I guess that's as good a reason as any for them to let you out, given the reason they detained you in the first place," Andrea allows.
"Yeah, that's the way things generally go in here," Benny says. "You do what they say, follow the rules, and they'll go easier on you. Defy them, and you face the consequences."
"How long have the pair of you been here, if you don't mind me asking?" Cas says.
"Oh god," Andrea says, frowning.
"Seven years," Benny responds. "I was sixteen, first in my family to be tested. Immediately got carted off to here, 'cause Andrea's information had been in the system for a couple years already."
Cas's eyes light up at that, and he asks Andrea, "Did you have a job? What did you do before you came here?"
Dean's chest aches for Cas, because god, that eagerness--Cas must've had big dreams about his future, must've thought he was going places. And now he's stuck here, hitched to Dean, expected to be a fucking breeder, broodmare to Dean's stud.
It isn't Dean's fault--he knows that, logically. But it's still hard to convince himself that it's the truth.
"Oh, it wasn't all that interesting," Andrea says, waving a hand dismissively. "I worked at a consulting firm. Was working with some pretty big clients, but then I got pulled in here 'cause they found a match for me, and that was that."
"Aren't you angry?" Cas asks.
"I was, at first," Andrea says. "But really, my main objective in working was to help support my parents, and the yearly stipend the government pays to my family is--well, it's enough, given that they're also technically paying for all of my living expenses here. I'm comfortable, and I have this big lug, and that's basically all I need."
"Eh, honey bear," Benny breaks in, and Dean looks over at the other alpha, sees him with his neck arched to look out the window. "They're opening the gates out there."
Dean twists around in his seat to follow Benny's gaze, and oh--he hadn't ever noticed that Benny and Andrea's place had a view of the entrance to the compound. In Dean's peripheral vision, he sees Cas twisting, then getting up onto his knees, bracing his hands on the back of the couch to look outside.
"Looks like they're bringing in someone new," Andrea comments.
A pickup pulls up outside the gates, and two women, a redhead and a brunette, step out. They're in uniform--the uniform that people of the compounds are supposed to wear whenever they leave--which means that this can't be the first compound they've been in.
"But they're in uniform," Benny observes aloud, having obviously come to the same conclusion that Dean did.
"Right," Andrea says, frowning. "We don't often get transfers."
"Yes, I think people usually try to stay as close to home as possible," Benny says. "Bigger chance of visitation if the government doesn't have to pay for airfare."
"Wonder which one's the alpha," Dean mutters.
"I'll wager it's the redhead," Benny says. When Dean shoots him an inquisitive look, he explains, "It's the way she walks. There's a swing to her step."
"What, does it look more dominant to you?" Andrea scoffs.
Before Benny can reply, Cas speaks up--"No, the redhead is the omega."
"How do you figure?" Benny asks, turning a skeptical gaze on Cas.
"I don't... know," Cas answers absentmindedly.
Dean doesn't like it.
Cas has looked weirdly distracted ever since Dean told him about that stupid, stupid story. God, he knew it was a bad idea to tell him, knew that the suggestion would sink in slowly and start messing with Cas's head. The damn thing is so well-framed by history that at least half the world's population might genuinely believe it, on some level.
Even Dean used to believe it, used to fear it.
But the reminder that alphas and omegas can be created, that science has such firm control over human biology, has killed any part of Dean that once believed in that story.
Besides, if Cas is The Omega, then as his alpha, Dean would be The Alpha, which is fucking ridiculous.
Dean gets pulled out of his thoughts by a gentle touch on his shoulder. "Dean," Cas is saying, and Dean blinks twice, sees the concern on his mate's face.
"I'm fine. Just zoned out," he says.
"Benny and Andrea would like to know if we'll join them in dining in the common area today, to find out more about the new arrivals," Cas says.
Dean shrugs. "Only if you want to."
"Oh, come along," Andrea urges. "No one's really even met the two of you yet, and a lot of people are dying to."
"Because I'm 'The Omega,'" Cas says dryly.
Benny laughs. "If you say so, Cas."
"Come on, Cas," Andrea says. "Dean hasn't wanted to go anywhere in the time that he's been in the compound. Maybe what he needs is a little tug from the right person."
Cas regards Dean, eyes calculating, and it's a little worrisome that Dean can't really get a read on what he's feeling right now, whether or not he's being sincere.
"We can go," Cas decides.
Andrea says she needs to get something from her room, and Benny goes to do something or other--Dean isn't paying attention anymore. He can't shake the feeling that Cas is--off, all of a sudden.
It can't have been the prophecy. It's an old wives' tale, a stupid story to scare little kids with.
Then Benny and Andrea are ready to go, and Cas is tugging Dean away from the couch, following the other couple out the door. Dean holds back a sigh and slings an arm around Cas as they walk, as though pulling him in close might hold the bad thoughts at bay.
And to an extent, it does--Dean inhales deeply, lets Cas's scent keep him in the present moment, away from thinking too hard.
That little worry settles down into the back of his mind, and for the time being, Dean lets it be.
#abo dystopian au#kiernsimon#spookscas#diminuel#omegassbabies#thisiselizaye#deancas#omega!cas#alpha!dean#my fic#so i was supposed to work on reapers ch 10 today but this wouldn't get out of my head#and trying to focus on a different fic was basically impossible#blargh#this does not bode well
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Ahhhh I managed to write all but two prompts in my ask in preparation for my absence and I wanna write them so bad gosh. But I just can't 'cause I gotta leave some to come home to.
So, you know.
You guys have two weeks to flood my inbox with prompts.
#gonna hang out with#omegassbabies#SO EXCITED#ALSO MY BIG BROTHER YAY#PREPARE FOR SELFIES WITH MY BIG BRO#HE'S REALLY ATTRACTIVE NO INCEST#JSYK#as you were
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i accidentally made 30 strawberry cupcakes so ur all invited to come eat some with me also my dog’s birthday party is sunday and ur all welcome to stay for that
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furry alarm clock.
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spn meme: four objects [2/4] ↳Impala
#spnedit#deankindalikedit#spnccnet#domcasnetwork#crossroadsnet#samnetwork#gadreelnet#omegassbabies#cosmicstardustnet#*#graphicx#graphic[spn]#spnmeme#*[spn]
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All prettied up to get my grown-up license
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cptnbrnes >> zombarnes
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*whispers* so i don't know what happened but this was the thought bubble that i had in the shower like two weeks ago. blahhhh idek what's happening with this fic but while i was writing this i had several more thought bubbles ehehe
...in other words this fic might end up longer than i'd anticipated
even though it's already longer than i'd anticipated
(abo dystopian au tag; also here on ao3).
Castiel wakes to the sound of someone rapping on the cell door from the outside. When he opens his eyes, he sees Dean staring at him from across the pillow, eyes alert.
"How long have you been awake?" Castiel asks groggily, trying and failing to suppress a yawn.
"Don't know," Dean says, shrugging one shoulder. "You looked so peaceful."
A voice comes from outside their cell--"Dean. Castiel."
"What do you think they want?" Castiel asks Dean.
"I'm going to open this door, now. If either of you attempts to attack me, the council will have you both executed, without a doubt."
Dean just sighs and pulls Castiel a little closer.
The door opens, and Naomi steps inside, followed by several heavily armed guards. "Good morning, boys," she says.
"It was a good morning, 'til you came in," Dean grumbles.
"Then I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear the news I've got for you," Naomi says. "You're free to return to your quarters. You'll be summoned once a week for the first month, but after that, I expect we won't be seeing much of each other anymore."
Castiel doesn't know what to make of this. After threatening to kill Dean, how could they possibly decide to just--let him go again?
Then again, they have monitoring devices everywhere in the facility. They've got cameras and security guards, armed with tranqs and guns. Dean may be able to take down several men on his own, but he could never fight his way out of here.
"Get dressed. The guards will lead you out of the holding facility when you're ready," Naomi says, and then she stalks out of the room.
Castiel sighs and shifts a little closer to Dean, touching their noses together, but then one of the guards clears his throat loudly, and Castiel shies away, jarred. Dean sits up and growls, upper lip pulled back slightly, and Castiel immediately grabs onto his elbow, worried that he might do something reckless.
"Let's just go," Dean says. To the guards, he adds, "Will you turn around at least, while we put some clothes on?"
One of the men sets a bundle down at the foot of the bed--clean clothing, most likely--before stepping back and turning around. Castiel takes his time getting dressed, but eventually he and Dean are ready to go, and the guards lead them through the maze of hallways until they reach the exit.
When they walk out into the sunshine, though, none of the guards follow, and Castiel is surprised that he and Dean are allowed to return to their "quarters" unsupervised.
"I hate this place," Dean says as they walk through the large courtyard between the three northern residence complexes. On the opposite end of the main facility are supposedly three more complexes, but Castiel has never seen them before.
In lieu of a verbal response, Castiel reaches out and takes Dean's hand, twining their fingers together. The anger simmering within Dean seems to cool a little, the air between them growing lighter.
When they enter their building, a woman is coming down the stairs, humming to herself. She stops when she sees them, surprised, and Castiel sniffs carefully.
Alpha?
He thought they didn't make female alphas.
"Wow. So they really did let you out today," the woman says.
"Yeah," Dean says. "Uh, who are you?"
"Charlie," the woman responds, coming the rest of the way down the stairs and bouncing to a stop in front of them, sticking her hand out. As Dean shakes her hand, she says, "I'm Tessa's mate."
Castiel doesn't know who Tessa is, but from the way Dean nods, he probably does. Then Charlie is holding her hand out to Castiel, and he accepts, shaking her hand quickly before drawing back.
"You can quit staring, y'know," Charlie says.
"I'm sorry," Castiel says. "I just--didn't think they transitioned females into alphas."
"Pfft. As though putting a dick and balls on a beta female is any harder for them than growing a womb inside a beta male," Charlie says, rolling her eyes.
Castiel supposes she has a point.
After a pause, the alpha leans a little closer to Castiel and says, "Y'know, there's been a lot of talk about you."
Dean immediately gives Castiel a light tug backwards, eyes narrowing, and Castiel squeezes his hand to hopefully keep him grounded.
"Sheesh," Charlie says, backing up a step. "Not gonna touch him. He's all yours, promise."
"What kind of talk has there been?" Dean asks through gritted teeth.
"Well, we heard what happened with you guys," Charlie says. When Castiel shoots her a questioning look, she explains, "One of the guards is really chatty, is all. Anyway, word's out that you've got the touch--that you're the omega."
"What omega?" Castiel asks.
"Oh, this is bullshit," Dean says, clearly unimpressed with the turn the conversation has taken.
"You know, the omega. Capital T, capital O, The Omega."
"I don't--" Castiel starts, but Dean just drags him past Charlie and up the stairs.
"As riveting as this was, don't go shoving your nonsense into his head," Dean says as they climb up.
Charlie doesn't answer, and Castiel allows Dean to lead him up to their "apartment" without protest.
Once they're inside, though, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he asks, "What was she talking about?"
"Superstitious shit," Dean says. "Don't bother with that kind of stuff."
Castiel frowns. "If a lot of people are saying something about me, I'd like to be able to understand it, at the very least, whether or not it's just superstition."
"It's just a really stupid, old story that parents use to scare their kids at night," Dean says, shrugging.
"My parents weren't much into telling bedtime stories," Castiel says.
"Yeah well, it's stupid. They'll stop talking about us when this all dies down. They're probably just interested because we're the first... I don't know, thing that's happened here in forever," Dean says.
"I don't understand why you're so reluctant to tell it if it's just a stupid story."
Dean sighs heavily and walks over to the couch, dropping down onto it with a huff. "It's framed in a way that makes it... I don't know, easy to believe, I guess."
"I'm not superstitious, Dean. You don't have to worry about me believing it," Castiel says, raising an eyebrow as he joins Dean on the couch.
"Yeah, okay," Dean says, shaking his head. "Well, way, way back, the world was ruled by alphas and omegas, and betas were their servants. And back then, there was a prophecy that one day, the betas would rise up against their masters, in retaliation for generations and generations of oppression."
"I don't see how this is supposed to scare children," Castiel says. "It's just history, dramatized."
Ignoring Castiel's comment, Dean continues, "The prophecy said that the alpha-omega resistance would be led by a mated pair, The Alpha and The Omega, and that they would be doomed to fail--The Omega would be slain, The Alpha would fall apart, and the resistance would crumble."
"Again, it's just fanciful history," Castiel says. Frowning, he asks, "Why would Charlie call me The Omega if The Omega was killed however-many years ago, in this myth?"
"That is the part that parents use nowadays to scare their kids," Dean answers. "The last part of the prophecy said that long after all was lost, The Omega would be reborn from the ashes of the old empires. The Alpha would return to claim her, and united, they'd restore the rightful world order."
Castiel laughs. "Rightful world order? I paid attention in my history lessons. Nothing was rightful about the way alphas and omegas treated betas in the past."
"Cas, the prophecy came out of that time," Dean says.
"I get that. What I mean is, the people saying that I'm The Omega are modern day people," Castiel points out. "And it makes no sense, anyway. Why would I have anything to do with that?"
"Oh, there were just--qualities that went with the myth," Dean says, shrugging. "One of them was that The Omega could control alphas. I figure this guard they've got talking to them said something about you... taming me, or something."
"Dean, I did nothing. You restrained yourself," Castiel says.
"Well yeah, but they wouldn't have heard that," Dean replies. "Look, don't worry about it. It'll all blow over, and things will... go back to normal, I guess."
Castiel manages a small smile. "Normal. Nothing is normal about this."
"No, not really," Dean agrees with a sigh. Then he gets to his feet. "But hey! At least we've got a kitchen. I'm gonna make us something to eat--I'm starved. Suggestions?"
"I'll have whatever you have," Castiel says, and follows Dean over to the kitchen.
It is a clever story, Castiel decides as Dean pulls open the fridge and tuts over the contents. If the story did indeed come from ancient times, then ancient people just happened to predict history very well--not so amazing, given the way they treated betas.
If it was written more recently with the intent of keeping beta children afraid of alphas and omegas--a far more likely possibility--then the story's strong root in history would indeed make it very easy to believe.
If one were inclined to believe in prophecies and reincarnation, that is.
Castiel doesn't have those inclinations and certainly never will. A silly story won't change that.
#abo dystopian au#spookscas#kiernsimon#tigerboydean#omegassbabies#thisiselizaye#my fic#omega!cas#alpha!dean#i totally have plans now#we're gonna see some more characters#bc so far we've barely seen anybody#charlie is just the tip of the iceberg guys#ehehe
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As promised, pictures of the Michael statue I bought in Mexico! Apologies for the cluttered background but I don't have nails yet so I had to use a coat hanger to suspend him for the pictures.
My obsession has reached new levels and I'm not even mad about it.
#michael#the archangel michael#rowan has a problem#maybe I'll put a better picture up once I can give him some wall space but for now#omegassbabies#thewinchesterlifestyle#endversecas#garrisonbabe#watchingpornwithcas#can't remember who else wanted pictures i'm sorry!
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"I'm Batman."
An AU in which Dean Winchester is, in fact, Batman.
#deankindalikedit#endversenetwork#deanedit#omegassbabies#spnedit#dean winchester#batman!au#graphique#mine#freckles#obviously i love aus#don't mind me
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I ALMOST GOT MY EYEBROWS SYMMETRICAL TODAY.
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#deankindalikedit#spnccnet#omegassbabies#crossroadsnet#samnetwork#charlie#*#*[spn]#graphicx#graphic[spn]
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I had the best light in my Prague apartment
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