#papa bear Dean

[annieanonymous1]

Dean has so many kids + practically adopted kids and I’m here for it 🥰

Have you thought about Emma Winchester recently? You know, Deans amazon warrior daughter from season 7? No? Sorry then. Still immeasurably infuriating me.

Anyway, Happy Father’s Day ��� from her and the dozens of kids Dean adopted along the way

Have a nice week 🐝🌻

[trannydean-moved]

it's good that when i hear "bear" i think of fat gay men and not myself, someone who has had the nickname "bear" for literally his entire life

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍: 69 w/ Dean Winchester

a/n: i'm actually so proud of myself because i'm exploring all different kinds of dynamics, and i can already tell that it's going to help further my writing abilities. like opening up new doors and what not. anywho, this is nasty and dirty and happy reading!!

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“I’m going to crush you.” 

Was your response to Dean bringing up the fact that he had wanted to try out 69ing.

“Baby, you’ve sat on my face before, I think I’ll be okay.”

You blink at him, slow and assessing before shrugging, because he did have a point there.

“Fine.” You say, beginning to shred yourself of your clothes. He balks, wide eyed, but nevertheless scrambles excitedly off of the bed to get naked too, a large smile on his face.

“You wanna do it now? Like… right now?” Unable to keep the utter glee out of his voice. “No time like the present. Plus, it’s an intriguing idea.” There’s a quick second of silence before you playfully add, “Also, I kinda want to get eaten out right now.”

“That’s my girl.” He praises, his voice fond. Always, always fond.

Once you’re both as naked as the day you were born, he coaxes you over with a cheeky pat to his chest. “Come to papa.”

You snort. “You’re disgusting.”

“Yeah, yeah, and you love it.” 

“I guess so.” You sigh in false exasperation, but there’s a small smile on your face as you turn your back towards him, settling your ass on his lower thighs. You throw a seductive look over your shoulder.

He doesn’t meet your gaze though, because his eyes are too busy taking in the sight of your naked ass, large, calloused hands dragging themselves over the fatty flesh. His tongue peeks out, swiping at his bottom lip.

“Like what you see?” You can’t help but ask. “You know I do.” His words are choked and he retracts a hand just to place a stinging slap against your skin. You flinch and yelp before shimmying higher.

“Naughty.” You chide, but nonetheless don’t stop moving until your pussy is over his mouth and you’re face-to-face with his half hard cock. 

“Always so big, Deany baby.” You coo, hand gripping his base and running a teasing tongue right up the side, trailing along the pulsing vein. 

Dean sucks in a breath from below you before attaching his lips right onto your clit, sucking on it with a vigor that sends you forward. You tighten your grip on him as you moan, stroking him up and down.

You don’t hesitate to take him into your mouth as you gather your bearings, swirling your tongue around the head to collect his precum, his semen a bit salty and bitter on your tastebuds, but nonetheless, you sink lower and lower, swallowing around him as you go.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” Dean groans, the vibrations of the low timber of his voice shoots a shiver up your spine. You just hum, stroking what you can’t swallow. 

The pleasure that you’re giving him seems to give him a new kind of energy, because his own tongue plunges into your entrance, scooping out your wetness selfishly. You tremble from above him, eyes squeezing shut but you don’t stop.

Both of his hands spread your ass apart, his thumb teasing your asshole slightly just to send you jolting. You detach yourself from him, throwing a look over your shoulder to find that he looks all but pleased with himself.

“Dickhead.” You murmur, but reattach your lips to him, taking him down your throat again, going deeper and deeper until your eyes are watering and spits foams at the corner of your mouth.

Dean eats you out with abandon, eyes closed and stubble slightly burning the skin of your inner thighs. He’s dragging you down over his mouth, forcing you to ride his face as he alternates between suckling on your clit and actually eating you out.

His legs are shaking and you’re pretty sure you aren’t fairing much better, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head at the feeling of your orgasm nearing. 

You swallow around him repeatedly before pulling off gasping, stroking him faster, gripping him harder, determined to drag him over the edge with you.

A particular graze of his teeth gently catching on the hood of your clit nearly barrels you straight into nirvana.

“Cumming! Fuck, Dean – cum with – please…” You beg suckling at the head of his tip, coaxing out more precum – you’re all but sucking the soul out him, bless his heart.

His thumb drags over and over your over sensitive nub, and your hips thrash wildly over his face before stilling, your orgasm overtaking you. You take to suckling harshly at the vein running up his cock once more, and he finally cums with a shout. You hurry to cover him with your mouth, swallowing his load.

You rest your head on his thigh as you attempt to come down from your orgasm, chest heaving up and down.

“You okay?” You can’t help but rasp, your throat raw and spent.

“I think… you just took years from my life. From my dick.”

The way he says it so blankly causes you to laugh, shoulders rising and falling with the sound.

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Dean does not want a cat, he has never wanted a cat but apparently he now has a cat, one that likes to nap in his sock drawer and yowl him awake when he sleeps past seven am.

“That’s because he likes you.” You tell him when he complains to you about it. You have  the whisky coloured kitten snuggled up close to your chest and you’re depositing tiny kisses on the top of its head. “He knows who his Papa is.”

“Isobel.” He says firmly. “I don’t want to be it’s Papa, we need to rehome it.”

The look on your face, it makes Dean feel like a monster.

You don’t speak to him after that. You spend the evening playing with the kitten on the floor until it curls up on your lap and falls asleep and he just watches the Cubs game, pretending that there isn’t an icy cold chill between the two of you.

This whole thing started when you were cutting through the park on your way home a couple of days ago. You’d heard a persistent meowing coming from one of the trashcans you walked past and when you’d looked inside, you’d found a tiny bedraggled kitten, thrown away as if it were trash. You’d bundled the thing up in your coat, brought it home and it’s been living here ever since much to Dean’s discontentment.

When he wakes up the next morning, you’re already gone from the apartment but the cat it’s still there. He observes the note on the coffeemaker telling him it’s been fed asit lingers by it’s bowl looking hopeful.

“It’s nothing personal.” He tells it as he takes a couple of the cat treats you bought out of the pouch and places them in the bowl. “I just like my space.”

The cat brushes up against his hand, rubbing it’s cheek across his knuckles. Dean scratches it behind the ears and it begins to purr under the attention, stretching out as his palm lightly caresses over its back.

“Maybe we can come to arrangement.” Dean tells the kitten, scooping it up and escorting it to the fluffy grey cat igloo that now resides next to the sideboard in the living room. He sets the kitten down in front of it and it brushes it’s face against the fabric. “You stop finding your way into my sock drawer and actually go to sleep in the cat igloo she got you then maybe you can stay.”

The cat delves inside, padding it’s paws on the pillowing and Dean takes that to mean they’ve come to an accord.

It’s late when you get in that night, it’s been a bear of a shift. There’d been a pile up and you’ve spent the past few hours trying to find space for your additional guests and work their autopsies into your already busy schedule. You still haven’t had a chance to find a new home for the cat, part of you is hoping Dean will change his mind but you know the likelihood of that.

When you step into the living room, Dean’s sitting on the couch watching an old war movie, the kitten is resting on a cushion in his lap, his palm lightly stroking over him as they both stare at the screen.

“Are we keeping him?” You ask, trying as hard as you can to keep the excitement out of your voice and Dean sighs as he looks down at the kitten.

“I guess we are.”

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Finding Comfort in Trust

Summary - Part 55 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess, Sam x Eileen

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A/N: Hey guys, Late again and no chapter last week…Sorry. Been a bit going on, but I’m trying to get back into the swing of things. I hope you enjoy this week’s chapter anyway. I love you guys. 

You park in the Bunker’s garage and shut off the engine. You look over your shoulder at Dean and Destiny and smile. 

“You okay?” you mouth to your husband. He nods. “Take her to our room. I’ll chat to Sam and then give Bobby a call.”

You get out and then open the back door for Dean. He carefully gets out, trying his best not to disturb the little girl drifting off in his arms. You peck his cheek and hers as he passes you. You close and lock the car and garage before following him out into the Bunker. You watch Dean disappear into your shared room as you turn to go into the library. Sam’s eyes widen as he sees you standing in the doorway with your arms crossed over your chest. 

He looks between you and the lady sitting across from him, who you assume must be Eileen, before finally gesturing for you to come in. “Eileen, this is my brother’s wife, Y/N,” he says being careful to enunciate every word for her to read his lips fully. 

You smile and nod at her. “Nice to meet you. I’m so sorry, I promised I wouldn’t disturb your night, but I need to steal Sam away for just a second.”

Sam shakes his head without moving to stand up. “What’s going on?”

You smile at Eileen as she bows her head and focuses on the book in front of her. “We think there may be other hunters in town. I’m not sure what they’re hunting if they are, but we may have accidentally put a target on Destiny. She made a friend at the park, but I think she may have been a hunter’s daughter. Which seemed great at first, until we remembered that to many our little girl is a monster.”

“Did she tell you her parents are hunters?”

“Not exactly. It’s just a gut feeling Dean has. She said they travel a lot because of her parents’ work and are often left home alone. Would you have been able to sniff out a werewolf at five or six?”

“I was eight when Dean finally told me the truth about our lives. So, not at six. But Dean’s life was different, I think he might’ve. So it depends what this girl’s life is like.”

“She said she has an older sister. So, we’re, I’m hoping she’s more like you. Innocent and oblivious for now. I love Destiny, Sam. I promised I’d keep her safe. And Dean and I bought a house. We’re getting out. But…”

“Bobby knows way more hunters than we do, especially the family types.”

“Yeah, he’s my next call.”

“Where’s Dean? He’s not out hunting hunters is he?”

“No, he’s got a more important job right now. He’s confined to the bedroom, 'cause I know he’ll go all papa bear out there if I let him. But I just need to be sure first. I think we’ve managed to keep it all pretty quiet so far but if gets out there that we’re protecting a werewolf…”

Out of instinct, Eileen looks up briefly just catching the last word on your lips. “Werewolf? Where?” she asks.

You look at Sam pleadingly.

“You trust me? I want to let you in on this, but I have to know I can trust you and you’ll trust me. This isn’t a hunt.”

“What’s going on, Sam?” She asks.

He looks up at you for permission. You look at Eileen sceptically and shake your head.

Sam nods and then looks at Eileen and reaches across the table for her hand. “I’m sorry, Eileen. This is a family issue.”

“I understand.”

You look at Eileen and sigh. “You’re like us, right? You don’t have any family left? But if you did you would protect them with everything you have, right?”

She nods. “Of course.”

“Dean and I, our daughter is a werewolf.”

“She got turned? I’m so sorry.”

You decide not to correct her yet. “She’s still our daughter and we have to protect her. She’s not a monster. She’s raised on animal hearts from the butcher. In every other way, she’s a normal little girl. She’s our little girl and we have to protect her. I’m trusting you to keep this to yourself. This information doesn’t leave the Bunker. But if you know of any other hunters in town right now who may be trying to hunt her I need you to tell me.”

“I hunt alone. Or I did before I met Sam. I’m sorry, I don’t know. I didn’t know there was anything to hunt here.”

“Thanks. I hope Dean’s wrong and we’re panicking for nothing. Can you guys please just check and keep me posted?”

Sam and Eileen both nod. “Of course.”

You nod. “I’m gonna call Bobby.”

You walk into the kitchen and pull out your phone as you lean against the cold metal counter. You dial Bobby’s number and hold your phone up to your ear as you listen to the dial tones.

“Hey Kiddo, what’s going on?”

“Do you know of any hunters in Lebanon?”

“Besides you guys?”

“Obviously.”

“Everyone hunter worth their salt knows the Winchesters own Lebanon. They wouldn’t dare take on a hunt there unless they had a death wish. You obviously think there are other hunters there though.”

“Dean does. He’s got me paranoid.”

“How did I get from transferring half my savings across for you to buy a house to searching for other hunters in your area?”

“It all started the same…Protecting your granddaughter.”

“Y/N…Alright. I’ll make some calls.”

“Be subtle. If she doesn’t have a target on her already, don’t you dare go lining up the crosshairs.”

“Have a little faith, would you? I’ll talk to you later.”

“Thanks, Bobby.”

After hanging up you make two PB&Js and take them along with a glass of water into your bedroom. You find Dean flicking through the channels with Destiny snuggled into his side fast asleep. You smile and he mutes the TV. You take a seat on the bed beside them.

“So?”

“Eileen seems nice. I had a chat with her and Sam about it. They said they’ll do some research and Bobby said he’ll look into it. But so far, I think we might be wrong and overreacting.”

“I hope so.”

“You were brought up a hunter…would you have known at her age?”

“Probably not. It was too brief. Even I wasn’t that good at that age.”

“Sam said the same thing. Even I was older when I started hunting, but the signs aren’t obvious and she hides it well.”

“Yeah…But I still think we hold off on moving out for a little while. Just until we’re sure.”

“Yep…”

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I should’ve…”

“Don’t go there. None of this is your fault. You were finally getting wrapped up in being a dad. You never have to apologise for loving that little girl and being happy. That’s exactly what I want.”

He gives you a small lopsided smile and nods, showing he accepts your words but is still blaming himself, but before you can say anything else he changes the subject. “That dinner?” he asks nodding at the plate on your lap.

“Yeah, sorry it’s not much. I don’t have much of an appetite and I didn’t feel like cooking.”

“You make it?” he asks and you nod. “Then it’s perfect.” He gently lifts Destiny so she’s lying flat on the bed between you and then sits up. You hand him one of the sandwiches.

Before you take a bite you watch him and smile softly. “I love you, Dean.”

He lifts an eyebrow at you, but once he finishes chewing he says, “I love you too.”

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Sorry if I’m yapping I’m just obsessed - sorry what ok continuing

Idk if you’re waiting reveal it or something but can you please say you’re fancasts (is it considered a fancast if you’re literally the creator? Or the half creator since it’s a reboot?) for your reboot?

I love eah fancasts / just fancasts in general and the way you’ve mentioned some of them in other posts makes me so curious

!!!!!

i never talk about my cast but here’s the list!!(i probably fucked up names on this, i have like five times)

these aren’t set in stone obv, and one of them is a joke bc i thought it would be funny if a certain someone played Rumplestiltskin-

Raven Queen played by Callie Haverda

Apple White played by Mckenna Grace

Madeline Hatter played by Momona Tamada

Briar Beauty played by Kyleigh Curran

Cedar Wood played by Maliah Baker

Ashlynn Ella played by Trinity Likins

C. A. Cupid played by Sarah Dorothy Little

Blondie Lockes played by Ava Kolker

Ginger Breadhouse played by Iman Vellani

Duchess Swan played by Rina Johnson

Darling Charming played by Clementine Lea Spieser

Farah Goodfairy played by Cheyenne Hinojosa

Cerise Hood played by Ashley Sarmentio

Daring Charming played by Tait Blum

Dexter Charming played by Jacob Tremblay

Sparrow Hood played by Dallas Young

Hunter Huntsman played by Mateo Gallegos

Humphrey Dumpty played by Issiah Russel-Bailey

Kitty Cheshire played by Miya Cech

Lizzie Hearts played by Sofia Chicorelli Serna

Alastair Wonderland played by Walker Bryant

Bunny Blanc played by Xochtil Gomez

Chase Redford played by Parker Bates

Courtly Jester played by Trixie Hyde

Meeshell Mermaid played by Sophie Grace

Jillian Beanstalk played by Brianni Walker

Hopper Croakington II played by Jentzen Ramirez

Melody Piper played by Oona O’Brian

Ramona Badwolf played by Symonne Harrison

She played by Izabella Rose

Poppy O’Hair played by Anais Lee

Holly O’Hair played by Mirabelle Lee

Brooke Page played by Pixie Davies

Gus Crumb played by Jace Chapman

Helga Crumb played by Camron Seely

Travis Thumb played by Amari O’Neil

Prudence Step played by Lilo Baier

Charlotte Step played by Ava Ro

Lily Bo-Peep played by Lotus Blossom

Zypherus Wynd played by Camren Conerly

Aquilona Wynd played by Trinitee Stokes

Charity Charming played by Kaylin Hayman

Clara Lear played by Scarlet Spencer

Mahlee Black played by Daria Johns

Coral Witch played by Michela Luci

Nathan Nutcracker played by Finn Little

Justine Dancer played by Priah Ferguson

Witchy Brew played by Pilot Saraceno

Nina Thumbell played by Ella Noel

Felix Princely played by Jackson Dollinger

Tucker Merry played by Miguel Cazarez Mora

Marsha King played by Alexa Nisenson

Jackie Frost played by Anya Taylor-Joy

Northwind Frost played by Logan Lerman

Milton Grimm played by Frank Whaley

Giles Grimm played by Kieran Mulroney

Baba Yaga played by Olga Kurylenko

Rumplestiltskin played by Danny DeVito

Pied Piper played by Collin Donell

Mad Hatter played by Paul Wesley or Alex Hefner

The White Queen played by Kate Winslet

Mr. Badwolf played by Con O’Neil

Momma Bear played by Nathalie Boltt

Papa Bear played by William Baldwin

Coach Gingerbread played by Hill Harper

Snowelle White played by Alison Brie

Elvira Queen played by Clemence Poesy

Good King played by Matt Lanter

Snow Queen played by Lisa Kudro

Snow King played by Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Lance Charming played by Dan Stevens

Bryce Frost played by Shailene Woodley

Pie played by ?

Butternut played by ?

Cheshire Cat played by Stephanie Hsu

Queen of Hearts played by Meghan Ory

White Rabbit played by Joe Arquette

Cook played by Olivia Hack

i have spent… so long thinking about my cast for this i would DIE if i got even half of these actors to play the characters in the reboot!!

[angelodamiano]

Oh, is that ANGELO D'AMIANO? I heard the TWENTY-SIX year old is RESOURCEFUL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also ANXIOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a DIRTY civilian allied with THE SERPENTS who works as a PARAMEDIC.

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full name: angelo dante d'amiano

nicknames: leo, doc, angel

faceclaim:  froy gutierrez

birthdate: june 21st

alliance: serpents/the founding families

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

occupation: paramedic (emt)

hometown: manhattan, new york.

sexual orientation: bisexual disaster

relationship status: single

height: 5"11

red and blue flashing lights, the burn in your eyes before tears well over, amaretto sour, a tremor in your hand that never quite goes away, biting your lip until it bleeds, the softest cashmere sweater you can imagine, the stillness of the world the moment you take the first step into fresh snow, a silver chain dangling from your lover's neck against your chest, overlapping chatter in italian, espresso and a cigarette for breakfast on the fire escape, the stinging bite of stitches, someone falling asleep on your shoulder on a long car ride.

(tldr angelo is a bastard d'amiano who is basically carmy from the bear. youngestish sibling baby vibes, my man has an anxiety disorder FAMILIA, he can't do organized crime! but then he works as an emt because he can only thrive if he's constantly anxious ✨ is trying to stay out of The Life but can't stop giving free under the table medical care 😭 )

leo had childhood cancer and still needs an inhaler. perfectly healthy now but this lead to him needing extra care and coddling when he was small. people never really expected much from little angelo, he just needed to focus on getting better. because of being in and out of hospital he deals with a pretty minor case of contamination ocd that he's worked on since he was a teenager.

mama and papa d'amiano had a fairytale italia love story from his perspective, slow dancing to dean martin after dinner and making the kids gag. this was before they found out that angelo was their half-sibling, a result of infidelity and shattered the illusion.

doesn't talk about his parents at all, can't because he instantly chokes up.

leo had brains, that much was clear to see as he started running with the family business he showed a quick mind for logistics, details and solving problems in a pinch, he could macgyver their way through most situations. earning slaps on the back as he earned respect for his actions not just his blood.

though, he mostly remembers this as gi describes it back to him.

as he rode the adrenaline down from a job well done he'd spiral into anxiety attacks that made him sick and eventually start blacking out with their intensity. his heart would race, hands, knees shaking but instead of gasping loudly for air he'd withdraw to some place far inside and go deathly silent. as the world caved in around him and his pulse roared in his ears and the static overtook his vision, he wondered how long he could keep going like this.

someone very important in his life [wanted connection] talked him around to mostly leaving the life behind, worried he was going to get seriously sick from the stress. he tried to go into a less practical more academia-focused field but the quiet nearly drove him insane. he had tried to abruptly draw himself out of the never ending bustle of that life but learned quickly that he had no idea who he was without it. the stress is why he liked it so much.

leo is a classically trained pianist who got into juilliard but realized that performing live would put his life and his family in unnecessary danger so quietly declined. teaches ice skating at the weekends in a nearby rink, as he used to play hockey as a teenager.

angelo attempted to join the army medics but his asthma discounted him from active duty. changed gears into pre-med but once again after four years the stress was nearly overwhelming. leo now rides manhattan's streets and area hospitals in an ambulance: as long as other people were panicking or needing him he could remain totally calm. has a surprisingly incredible bedside manner for someone known to be sarcastic as hell and highly strung.

very often gets pulled into doing emergency surgery in the back of a truck with nothing but a hello kitty flashlight in his mouth and a dream. okay, the serpents mostly make it to facilities but things happen. won't tell his family but he pretty much patches up anyone if he stumbles across them in need. is mostly 'out' of the game but really he's always got one toe over the line back in.

doesn't know how to cook for himself and never will. think of robert pattinson microwaving tin foil pasta. is it wilful incompetence? or is he just that kind of rich kid? he's italian enough to know what good food tastes like. i guess we'll never know. likes to throw himself dramatically over furniture like an 1800s novel heroine and sigh pathetically until someone brings him coffee in the morning. doesn't know how to drive, obviously.

angelo has never worn a matching pair of socks in his entire life and can fall asleep anywhere. always cold, probably wearing a scarf rn. doesn't take care of himself properly, 'wdym gi? i know tons of people who cry every day'.

lives in a shitty little apartment in brooklyn, the price of trying to remain self-sufficient with his nose clean. has insomnia and works way too much, hates being alone in his apartment even though he wanted independence so badly?

self-conscious and prideful in equal measure, a little sheltered and naive in ways but also speaks five languages fluently. can be spiky, cranky with a sharp tongue to hide his anxiety and a bit of a cry-baby brat to be honest. craves and hates attention at the same time.

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Baby Jack's The Girl (7)

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Claire was very excited in the car as Papa drove them to the big, big mall.

They were going to get her new clothes! Her own clothes, things she wouldn't need to share with Jack anymore!

She was big enough that she didn't need a car seat like Jack, but was still securely seated with the seat belt with daddy between them.

"Are you excited, little love?" daddy asked sweetly, touching her braids.

Papa had done them before they left the bunker, and she really liked them!

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

"Now, if you don't like it, we can always go home," daddy assured her.

"And if you are really good, you can get some cinnabons!" papa added, looking all happy.

She gasped.

Ooooh, she loved cinnabons!

"Jack, we can get cinnabons!" she whispered happily.

But Jack wasn't paying attention, just sleeping on bones and sucking his thumb.

"Oh," uncle Sam exclaimed, reaching for his bag. "No dirty thumbs here!"

He puled Jack's finger slowly and replaced it with his binkie.

"There you go."

Claire giggled.

Uncle Sam was so overprotective.

Jack didn't even seem to notice, just continue to sleep and suck on it.

Finally, papa parked up, and she looked up at him when he groaned.

"God, this place is packed," he sighed. "Remind me again why we couldn't just go to goodwill?"

Uncle Sam shook his head.

"We can afford firsthand clothes, Dean," he reminded him. "We leave goodwill for people who actually need it."

Papa shook his head, but unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Fine," he opened the door. "But if you get convinced to buy something at a kiosk, we're leaving."

Uncle Sam just rolled his eyes, also leave the car.

Daddy left too, and before she could put her feet on the ground, he picked her up.

"No, no, daddy," she shook her head. "I can walk!"

He exchanged a look with Uncle Sam, but put her on the floor, and offered her a hand while Uncle Sam put Jack in a stroller.

Her little brother stirred, opening his eyes slowly.

"Are we here?" he asked, pulling the pacifier out.

Uncle Sam knelt to look at him.

"Yes, we are, sweetie," he adjusted him on the stroller. "Do you wanna wake up?"

Jack thought for a moment, but popped the pacifier back in his mouth and closed his eyes, making his daddy laugh.

"Alright," he pulled the cover to protect him from the sun.

"Jack's too tired?" she asked, worried, as they walked across the car park carefully.

That wasn't nice. She wanted him to have fun!

"Nah, baby, the car ride probably got him all tired out," papa told her, patting his brother's head. "Sammy was the same."

Uncle Sam slapped his hand away, glaring at him.

"We need to get Claire one of those," daddy pointed out, changing the subject.

"But I'm a big girl!" she argued.

"Big kids also get strollers too," he told her. "Just a different model."

Claire huffed, pouting.

“I would be fine carrying you when you’re tired, but you might be more careful,” papa told her

She just said she wanted to walk on her own! She didn’t need a stroller!

"Well, I don't need it," she decided.

Everyone just hummed a little.

"Alright, Claire Bear," papa pet her hair.

They walked inside, and she gasped when she saw the place inside.

It was so big!

She had been to malls when she was bigger, but everything was so gigantic now!

And there were so many people.

Claire squeezed daddy's hand tight, to protect him, obviously.

"Come on," papa called them. "The store is this way."

They followed him, and she tried to be closer to daddy as they walked.

Such big steps! They walked very fast.

"Sir, would you like to-" a guy started talking.

"Nope," papa interrupted him. "No kiosk for me. Don't even look at me."

She giggled, and heard a lady doing the same.

"Are you sure, sure?" she asked.

Claire looked at her, and daddy did the same.

"Well... you're going to be that nice about it..."  he smiled.

That lady must have been very cold, because her clothes were small and didn't cover her very much.

"Come on, Claire," papa spoke softly. "Your dad can follow us once he is done."

Claire didn't care much, just following on with them to the big store.

It was so colourful!

Papa let go of her hand, and she squealed, excited with the free range to fun away.

"Come on!" she called them, rushing to try to find nice things.

Uncle Sam followed her while papa stayed with Jack, and she gasped when he showed her a blue dress, all twirly.

"What do you think about this one?" he asked her. "And we can get the blue pyjamas with the same print on the front."

She looked at the print and... it was Bluey!

"Do you want to pick some nice socks?" he offered her.

She nodded.

"Okay."

He guided her to another area, carrying the big bag for her and letting her walk alone.

"Oh, look," she pointed. "Bee socks! And Bluey! And princess!"

And so many cool socks!

Uncle Sam chuckled a little, picking them up.

She was so excited she didn't even notice when someone walked to their side.

"Well, ain't someone spoiling his little princess," a woman giggled.

Claire looked up, and it was a lady with a big smile with a little gap at the front.

"Aren't you an adorable little princess?" she cooed. "So pretty."

Claire rushed to hide behind his leg, hiding from her.

She didn't like strangers, she really didn't.

“Oh," Uncle Sam said quickly, and petted her hair. "She’s a little shy.”

The woman didn't even look at Claire again.

“I just couldn’t help but notice how much you’re doing for your little girl," she stepped closer to them. "Most dads wouldn’t.”

Claire frowned. He wasn't her dad!

"Oh, well... uh... I'm her uncle, so..."

"Oh, her uncle," she sounded happier. "That's interesting!"

Uncle Sam shifted on his feet.

"Yeah," he spoke slowly.

“I also couldn’t help but notice the lack of a ring on your finger?” she pointed out.

Why would he wear a ring, though?

Claire squinted at the woman.

Was she trying to hit on him?

Ew, that was so gross!

She tugged on his pant leg, and Uncle Sam turned to look at her, but the woman quickly got his attention again.

"I'll go to daddy," she mumbled.

"Claire, wa-"

She ran to daddy. Uncle Sam could deal with the weird lady all alone.

He was still with Jack, but holding some shoes for her.

"Daddy, daddy!" she grabbed him.

He looked at her, all worried.

"Claire!" he stood straighter. "What are you doing alone? Where is Sam?"

She cringed.

"They were flirting!" she hugged. "Yuck! Gross!"

Daddy looked surprised and confused.

"Who is flirting?"

Before she could answer, he put the shoes in a bag.

"Take me there, sweetheart, lets find your uncle."

He walked them down, and then daddy stopped when they could see Uncle Sam.

"Sit here," he instructed her, showing the chair. "And stay with Jack, okay?"

She nodded.

Was daddy upset?

Maybe he didn't like strangers, like Claire.

Uncle Sam looked very, very uncomfortable. The lady almost had him against the wall.

He looked very relieved when daddy stopped by them.

Claire couldn't hear them, but it was easy to see that Uncle Sam looked like he was being saved from a boogie monster.

But then he kissed him?!

Claire was shocked. She didn't know they kissed!

Uncle Sam didn't seem to know either, cause he looked very surprised, with his eyes wide and jaw slack as daddy dragged him back.

"Ew!" she whined. "You kissed!"

He blushed, but daddy didn't care.

"Yes, little love, people kiss."

She cringed more. Yuck!

"That's gross!"

Daddy scoffed.

"I give you kisses," he pointed out.

Claire shook her head.

"Not on my lips!" she argued. "On the lips it is gross!"

Didn't he know?!

Suddenly, daddy kissed her cheek, and Uncle Sam did the same, over and over, until her disgust just turned into giggles.

They were so silly!

"Okay," Uncle Sam laughed with them. "Let's get going before more moms find us!"

They walked to the cashier, and she let daddy carry her, so she wouldn't be standing up in line so much.

"Wow, that's a lot of clothes," the young man remarked. "Someone is getting a whole new wardrobe, uh?"

Daddy and Uncle Sam giggled, and she rested her head on daddy's shoulder, raising it when she saw papa from afar, already coming back with something in his hand.

"Dean..." Uncle Sam sighed.

"Hey, before you have to say anything," papa interrupted him and showed them a box with... a container of eggs? "It can cook up to 12 eggs and in six different ways! We are a big family! It's useful!"

"You know what else does that? Your frying-pan."

Papa rolled his eyes and she giggled.

“Well, the kids can make eggs in it,” he told him. “What doesn’t happen with the frying-pan.”

“I like eggs,” Jack affirmed from his seat, and when she turned to him, he was awaken. “Did we shop yet?”

Uncle Sam pushed the top of the stroller out of the way.

“We have, honey. I got you a new hoodie, too.”

Jack smiled.

“Yay!’ he clapped.

Papa rushed to him, tugging on his arm.

“Hey,” he shushed, nearly whispering. “Did you remember the underwear?”

Claire giggled, and Uncle Sam rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Dean, I did. What kind of parent would I be if I didn’t remember she has to wear-”

“Just asking!” papa interrupted him. “Just asking.”

“Cinnabons now?” Jack asked.

Claire lit up.

They had promised cinnabons!

“Yes,” daddy agreed.

He was about to put her on the floor, but she squeezed him. Her legs were so tired!

“Don’t wanna walk,” she mumbled. “Please?”

He smiled a little, and papa picked up the bags

“Oh, sweetie,” Uncle Sam cooed a little, petting her hair.

Papa, though, chuckled.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to walk, Claire Bear?” he asked.

She pouted.

“But I’m tired now,” she hid her face in papa’s neck.

He pinched her cheek playfully.

“Well, you insisted about it,” he teased her. “You’re a big girl, after all.”

She pouted.

“But papa,” she whined.

He kissed and kissed her cheek.

“Big girls can be tired,” daddy assured her.

Claire nodded.

“Big girls can be tired, papa,” she repeated it.

Papa shook his head, rolling his eyes a little.

“I think she got it, Dean,” daddy defended her.

“She can sit in my stroller!” Jack offered.

Claire pouted a bit. But she was a big girl!

“You’re our tired big girl,” Uncle Sam reminded her, rubbing her back.

“Okay,” she agreed.

He picked her up and put her on the stroller, buckling her up, and she rested her head on the little pillow on it. It was nice.

“We’ll get you a big girl stroller,” daddy told her. “Maybe something that connects to this one?”

“I’ll look it up,” uncle Sam promised.

She nodded, and they put one of the bags under her.

“But no more kisses!” she asked them.

They all chuckled.

“No more kisses for now, little love,” daddy pet her hair, adjusting the thingy that would cover her from the sun.

“To cinnabons, now,” papa smiled. “Do you wanna face at me or at the people, Claire Bear?”

She rubbed her eye.

“Can I face you?” she asked. “Please?”

“Of course,” he assured her.

Papa changed the direction of the cart, and they left the store together, and she could see daddy and Uncle Sam following them, holding hands while daddy carried the other bags and Uncle Sam held Jack’s hand.

At some point, she stopped seeing them, but she could hear Jack cooing and babbling, giggling with Uncle Sam.

“Did you like shopping, honeybee?”  papa asked her, getting her attention back.

She nodded.

“But it’s a lot of people,” Claire mumbled.

He smiled softly.

"I know it can be a lot,” he agreed. “But don’t worry, you’re our baby. We'll protect you!"

She shook her head.

“I’m not a baby, papa!” she argued.

He smiled more.

“You’re not a baby,” he agreed. “But you are our baby.”

Claire pouted, and he booped her on the nose.

They stopped in line, and he knelt in front of her.

“You’re our little baby, right?” he cooed a little bit. “Our little Claire Bear.”

She giggled, and he moved his hand to tickle her belly, making her laugh more before she slapped his hand away.

“That’s my girl,” he pet her hair. “Let’s get your cinnabons before you fall asleep.”

Claire pouted.

“But I’m not sleepy,” she argued.

Well, she was a little tiny itsy bit sleepy. But she would never, ever refuse cinnabons!

“Let’s sit down,” papa decided, standing up. “Sammy will bring us the food soon.”

[theangiediary]

I like, totally get DeanJohnn but like, I crave a big beefy daddy type, like it’s all well and good but I saw this guy at a BBQ place I go to and whew, man was BEEFY he was packing more beef than the burger shop next door. And I just, DeanJohn ideas with a big thick bear type John👀, sorry I’m procrastinating homework so I came here

No but fr nonnie I get you. Bears are cute n I think Dean needs cuddles and manhandling 🐻😌. Grey's JDM with those soft tits and curly hair and gentle smile is my Papa Winchester. Lanky s&p John is sexy for different reasons but maaaaannnn sometimes a boy needs to be choked and spanked by a man with weight behind it ya know?

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e6 tombstone (w. davy perez)

SAM No. You're – you're dead. CASTIEL Yeah, I was. But then I… annoyed an ancient cosmic being so much that he sent me back.

i mean. that's how i described it too. but laughing that we're seriously gonna say that in this moment without the boys reacting, lol okay!

please not this music, it's making me laugh. papa castiel is home! cue the cheesiest fucking emotional music. you know what it reminds me of? the zelda breath of the wild like... those flashback cut scenes, the memories? mushy ones with zelda haha (plinky piano bits around 19:19 if you're curious)

cas hitting the hug jackpot, 3 unsolicted ones! and the one with jack was sweet

whew and now we get cheesy old west music too.

DEAN Yeah, we've done more on less. Besides Dodge City's kind of, uh, kind of awesome. All right, well… two salty hunters, one half-angel kid, and a dude who just came back from the dead. Again. Team Free Will 2.0. Here we go.

no more suicidal dean apparently, get an unexpected resurrection and cowboy shenanigans and he's happy and fired up

one thing i find endlessly amusing/fascinating is how like, all these years we're gonna have silly little logistical questions like. how they clean their suits, are they doing dry cleaning, are they rolling up their suits in their duffels with everything else, etc etc. but we got to see some ironing not long back and now, dry cleaning bags!

cas's face is cracking me up

JACK He really likes cowboys. CASTIEL Yes. Yes, he does.

also my face at the creative team that decided this was part of dean's schtick. i want to let dean enjoy silly things. but they just push so hard

also they're gonna get one room (albeit a suite) for all 4 of them. jack doesn't sleep much, cas doesn't sleep at all. what are those two gonna do while the humans are sleeping? awkward

SAM You're in a good mood, huh? DEAN Yeah. And? SAM Nothing. No, no, I-I-I just, uh… you've been having a rough go, so it's… it's good to see you smile. DEAN Well, I said I needed a big win. We got Cas back. That's a pretty damn big win. SAM Yeah. Fair enough.

what's up with your attitude there, sam. you don't actually seem very happy. worried he's gonna crash and burn? jealous that it's cas? jealous that cas is taking jack from him? (lol)

little bonding for cas and jack while the humans were sleeping talking about his mom was nice

untitled 1 and 2 our old friends!! last seen i think in one episode in 10x10 and not quite some time before that. if my blog search/index wasn't so fucked i could find more details. song remains the same

set designers let the kitsch explode. those silhouettes

CASTIEL I told you. He's an angry sleeper. Like a bear.

cheesy but i laughed. i, too, wake up in a foul mood and should not be talked to

oh sure dean, you're cringing over cas's line but we've all been very generous in accepting your goofy ass shit like that bolo tie and need to cosplay tombstone to begin with

can truly appreciate the sheer awfulness of that hat cas is wearing out in the sunlight. it's so small, it's so translucent. cheapest of straw hats. (not knockin straw hats! my dad was an avid cowboy hat wearer and had a couple nice straw ones for the summer)

i don't pay too much attention to how time flows on this show, i do know sometimes it can be weeks between episodes, sometimes it's the next day (another thing that irked me on teen wolf was how they spent like... 2+ full seasons in one year to keep the kids in high school). but anyway, i just wonder how much show universe time cas was not off on some whatever, and around to do this stuff hanging out with them. them crammed in sam's room on his uncomfortable bed to watch a movie, like they did with charlie? lol. based on the number of times i've seen it in fic, i gather a bunker room with a tv does become a thing at some point, so maybe it was in there?

.... a shootout in the parking lot of the knockoff wells fargo in broad daylight. what planet are we on right now. so jack can accidentally kill a civilian with his powers, great

CASTIEL Jack, I've killed people who didn't deserve it… my friends– I've killed people I loved. I wish I could tell you that it– that it gets easier, that with time, it hurts less, but that would be a lie because it– it never gets easier. And those moments, they never stop hurting. But that doesn't mean that you should stop fighting. Doesn't mean that just because you made a mistake – and that's what this is, Jack. It's a mistake. That doesn't mean that you can't– can't be better, do better. I believe that. I have to believe that.

so the people he killed that he loved, would that be like. angelic siblings? wonder if the wiki keeps track of who killed whom. he killed a bunch of fake deans in that one episode lol

SAM And we still believe in you, Jack. We, uh– JACK Stop. Just… Please stop.

anyway, point being, wasn't this just an accident?? like when eileen accidentally killed the bmol dude? eileen got a hug and commiseration, they're talking about who they murdered and WE STILL BELIEVE YOU'RE NOT EVIL i would tell them to stop too!

why do they do this with him

JACK No, maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just another monster. DEAN No, you're not. I thought you were. I did. But… Like Sam said, we've all done bad. We all have blood on our hands. So if you're a monster, we're all monsters.

dean gets to have his little personal growth acknowledgement

really added dimension to the terror of thinking he's a monster like sam did, with a bunch of unintended injury and now death wrapped up in it. kind of hard to... care about anything except vaguely because we sitll barely know him but if i sit and think about it, sure

and a whole other thing dealing with kid having a meltdown when they can just teleport away.

oh god just considered now dean might feel extra guilty for telling jack he was a monster and he was gonna kill him, now that jack ran away. that could be the crash and burn :p

[shallowseeker]

Time travel ideas: I wonder what passive-aggressive things younger Dean might call older Dean.

Skinny jeans, Scoob, Gramps, Bagheera, 🍀 Lucky, Sensei, Papa Bear, Guru, Night watchman, Geriatric, Geezer, Bobby 2.0

There’s also weird sports one but those might suit older Cas: Old Hickory, Iron Horse, Prizefighter, Magic Man

Sam: Ph.D, Professor X, Ultra Nerd, Rapunzel

[frickinsleepdeprived]

Hashira's favorite Genre of Music

Here's what I think the demon slayer Hashira's would listen to hope y'all enjoy the first headcanons-

Muichiro Tokito: Muichiro is definitely a bit of an airhead (at least before he met Tanjiro). With that said, he gives me a lot of "no thoughts, head empty" kind of vibes. Therefore, I think his favorite genre of music would probably be lo-fi or just a song's instrumental. I think it would just give him something to listen to as he wanders about, staring at the clouds or just spacing out in general. It also serves to calm him down after a long day of training or battling demons.

Mitsuri Kanroji: This sweet girl has been through a lot, but with that said she doesn't let the music she listens to define her mood. I'd imagine Mitsuri likes to listen to a lot of music that she can simply dance around to, without a care in the world of what anyone else thinks of her. Perhaps she listens to Katy Perry, Ariana Grande, or maybe even Avril Lavinge. Now while this may come of as a very girly thing to say, I think it's extremely befitting for her. Mostly because she got tired of chasing a suitable match. And yes while her method behind becoming a demon slayer was to find a husband, I don't think that would stop her from loving herself. So I think she would listen to artists like this to hype herself up for the day and get her in the right mindset each morning.

Obanai Iguro: Given that Obanai is a rather cold person, and he doesn't really like interacting with anyone other than Mitsuri, he would probably take a liking to her favorite style of music. But ultimately, he wouldn't listen to it often because he finds it to be annoying at times. (However I do think he'd take a liking to Katy Perry because of the way she sings). As for his own taste in music, Obanai is definitely a Pierce the Veil fan, maybe even a fan of Sleeping with Sirens or possibly Fallout Boy. Because he has such a hard time interacting with other people, more specifically women (the exception being Mitsuri of course), he would definitely find some comfort in bands like that. Some of his favorite songs might include "Bulls in the Bronx", "Kick Me", and "Thanks for the mmrs" He especially dedicated the song "If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn" to his and Mitsuri's bond.

Sanemi Shinazugawa: Sanemi is definitely a hot headed individual, dare I say he's the Bakugou of the demon slayer universe, but that's not the point. Sanemi has been through a very horrific past, having killed his mother due to her turning into a demon to save his one remaining brother, Genya. Therefore he lashes out quickly and is swift to want to fight people, or more notably demons, at any given chance. With that said though, he's more than likely gonna listen to something heavy, something that can truly weigh into how he feels so that he knows someone can relate. I'd imagine Sanemi would listen to Three Days Grace, Papa Roach, possibly even Breaking Benjamin. He might even throw in a little bit of Shinedown or even Disturbd. The reason being is simply because these bands allude heavily to feelings of guilt, abandonment, frustration, anger, etc. To have Sanemi know that there's something or someone out there that understands how he feels, it helps him put his mind at ease and calm down, if only for a few moments.

Gyomei Himejima: Gyomei is the embodiment of a living teddy bear; hulking in size yet extremely gentle due to his upbringing. He cared for orphans, grew up extremely religious, and is blind. He was constantly bullied throughout his childhood because of said blindness, and was often told he was faking it because he is able to see the transparent world. He's more empathetic towards others and I definitely see him being an older brother towards the other hashiras. With that said, like Muichiro, Gyomei might enjoy calming lo-fi, or maybe even nature ambiances. Given that he's more in tune with nature than some of the other hashiras, he'd probably just enjoy the sound of a rushing waterfall, the birds chirping, and the wind blowing. When he needs to unwind he listens to lo-fi, taking in the rhythms to help calm himself down. Truly a wholesome man indeed.

Giyuu Tomioka: He's a rather unbothered person, at least on the surface. He doesn't really have a deep hatred for demons (hence why he let Nezuko live), also being extremely reserved and frankly, very shy. It's said he has quite the inferiority complex and suffers from survivor's guilt. However, despite his stoic nature he's known to be very caring towards those he truly trusts and cares for, and gets relatively upset and very angry when the ones he cares for are in danger. Hell, this man's haori is made from half of Sabito's (his late best friend) haori, combined with half of his older sister's haori. With all of that said though, I have a feeling this guy would enjoy artists like The Arctic Monkeys, Penelope Scott, Hozier, and Evanescence. He only listens to music for appreciation, knowing that someone worked hard to put such things out into the world. Plus, like the other hashiras, he appreciates the fact that there's music out there that relates to how he feels internally.

Shinobu Kocho: Though she may display a demeanor of being very friendly, caring, giving, and even motherly - all of that is simply a facade. It's only there to disguise her true colors, as she likes to make fun of people to the point of being sadistic (which I would imagine only happens if they truly deserve it). She also uses said facade to cover up a lot of rage within her. Having lost her older sister, her parents, the entirety of her tsuguko under her training, and her apprentice's families to demons, she naturally harbors a lot of hatred towards demons. (Even going as far to try and kill Nezuko, before Giyuu mentioned the Kamado sibling's situation). With that said, she still harbors a motherly side to her for Kanao's sake, given that she is Shinobu's adoptive younger sister. All of that aside though, I think she would like a lot of the same music as Giyuu, given how close they are. (I headcanon they often share headphones together). Aside from liking Giyuu's taste in music, she might take a liking to bands like Halestorm, Seether, Breaking Benjamin, and possibly even Scene Queen. Scene Queen mainly due to her sadistic humor, it gives her something to relate to knowing that someone can be just as unhinged as she can be. As for the others, it goes back to a reason like Sanemi's; those feelings of anger, guilt, frustration, and shame are often portrayed in their songs. She'll often listen to music when she's extremely angry or emotional, crying as she listens to the words she could never say herself.

Kyojuro Rengoku: Firstly let me just say this man is boisterous at best, in a good way of course. Rengoku is a man of character, always having something positive to say and never having a negative outlook on even the most stressful of situations. The majority of his morals and principles of respect being instilled by his mother at a young age. Despite his father being exceptionally cruel and apathetic towards him, Rengoku doesn't seem to let that get him down. I'd say it only serves as more motivation to do better, and he uses this motivation to help his brother Senjuro by believing in him and uplifting him no matter what. But despite his cheerful demeanor, he's actually rather intelligent and tactically skilled on the battlefield. Naturally he despises demons, like any other hashira. However that doesn't stop him from having good faith in Nezuko, accepting her as part of the slayer corps. after he realizes that she's not going to turn malicious. Therefore, I'd imagine that unlike his fellow hashiras, he'd listen to something more uplifting and positive much like Mitsuri. Artists like The Score, Imagine Dragons, and maybe even EDM artists like David Guetta and Steve Aoki. It's more than likely that he'd listen to music while doing solo training. It helps him focus, plus the uplifting lyrics of the songs help him look forward to the day ahead of him and those days afterwards. He'll even share his playlist with his tsuguko if they're having a hard time.

Tengen Uzui: Ah yes, this flashy flamboyant man had to be saved for last lol. However, his life wasn't all that flashy to begin with. Having grown up in a clan of Shinobi ninjas, he was always taught that the mission should be fulfilled above anything else, self preservation comes last. Basically, if you die, you die. After he married his wives, and was pitted against his siblings in masked death matches, which lead him to unknowingly killing two of his siblings. He got into a heated argument with his father over killing his siblings, and ultimately put his sword down and took his wives with him to pursue a life of their own design. And once he did, he vowed to always protect those he loves, and made his wives swear to put their lives first, then those of innocent civilians, and then finally himself. A nice recipe for a flashy life indeed, and for a flashy life and flashy man he obviously listens to the flashiest of playlists. I'd imagine that he'd listen to artists like Britney Spears, Nicki Minaj, Ariana Grande, Ke$ha, Rihanna, Beyonce, etc. Truth be told, it would probably be his wives that compiled the playlist. But he'd add on some Meghan Thee Stallion or Cardi B on there, just for some added bass. He just loves being carefree with his music, it didn't need to be anything serious. In his eyes, music is for enjoyment and if you can relate, well that's just an added bonus.

~ Hope you guys enjoyed! Lmk what you wanna see next

[greywoodrpg]

𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟

he was born fifty-seven years ago, he is a werewolf who lives in the outskirts as a mechanic at bolt's auto, and is in no pack. he looks an awful lot like jeffrey dean morgan.

“we are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours.”

tw: alcoholism, domestic abuse, ptsd, death

Life before the man called Roman is no concern to you, he is a shell of the man he once was and a ghost to those who knew him.  Instead we begin the tale of an ambitious young family man accepting the invitation to join a black operations team for the US government.  Upon the acceptance, he gained the code name Roman and that is where we will begin…

At the ripe age of thirty, Roman joined a sector of the military that few people had knowledge of its existence.  Only those with certain expertise joined the ranks of this elite task force.  The mission was simple, to take out targets no one even knew existed; threats against the United States and the free world.  Over the next decade, Roman would place work as his highest priority, being gone for months at a time without so much as a word between his wife and him.  The children hardly knew their father, all they knew was he was a man with a mission and when the government came knocking, he answered.

For almost half a decade, he went on numerous missions until one fateful day the mission went in disarray.  The men and women he called family were killed next to him, he barely survived but the enemy certainly left their mark on him with the burns from the blast along his left side of his back along with the mental scars no one can see.

Roman emerged from the ashes, after months of therapy and counseling he returned home to Colorado to his faithful wife and children, a broken man.  Civilian life did not suit Roman well; he lost all sense of worth knowing he survived while his boys and girls were buried six feet under.  Things began to unravel quickly with his inability to keep a job, his anger issues and alcoholism.  Despite his wife’s efforts to comfort him and help him through this turmoil, Roman could not climb out of the hole he was digging. 

Eventually, his anger turned on his family and in a drunken rage he did something unforgivable.  After this incident, the love of his life, the woman he created a life with filed for divorced and asked him to leave for the sake of their children.

It would not be until another five years when Roman returned to Colorado, this time though it was to watch from afar as they lowered his deceased wife and her husband six feet under.  A drunk driver hit them one evening while they were driving home from a show.  With his three kids being orphaned, Roman moved back to Colorado to keep an eye on his children.  After all, he heard rumors of tensions running high within the supernatural community and his children shared half his werewolf DNA.

After he lost his wife, Roman's alcoholism and drug use got out of control, one night finding him in the wrong situation and discovering the next full moon what he had become. He had a position as a bouncer at Monarch’s Club, making sure the guests stay in check and making friends with the strippers, many of them calling him papa bear.  Roman continues to watch over his grown children from afar, not wanting to disturb their lives with his mess.

“what power did he attain when settling in greywood?”

When coming to Greywood he received an additional power.  Much like older men complaining that the rain is coming because their joints hurt, Roman received the ability to know when something bad is going to happen to someone he loves.  Unfortunately it is just a feeling he gets and sometimes it can be chalked up to paranoia from the life he lived.  Yet, weird things tend to happen to those close to him when he gets that inkling.   It is one reason, he tends to keep his guard up around people. 

penned by... amber

[aurorabayrpg]

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From Only Child to Big (and Little) Brother:

“I’m a big brother?” Adrien whispered in awe and a little fear as he saw the child of the King and his fiancée.

Sam smiled, “if you want to be,” she replied, “his name’s Damian and he was…Wished Away to us too.”

Damian was a baby, not a newborn but not a toddler either; he could hold his head up and make noise but it was only nonsense babble.

Sam held him a little higher and said, “Damian, this’s Adrien.”

Damian babbled something.

Adrien knelt down, “Hi, Damian,” he said softly.

“You’re also a little brother now,” another voice said and Adrien looked up to see a girl that looked startlingly like the King.

“Hi, I’m Danielle, Dani with an ‘i’,” Dani greeted, “your new big sister.”

Adrien blinked and then beamed.

He had always wanted siblings.

Which’s why as the family grew, he accepted everyone. He did his best as a big brother. Plagg helped.

When Dawn arrived, accidentally sold, he did not hesitate when his Papa asked him to help with the Hellgod after her. She was his sister, she was to be helped.

His little brothers, Harry and Neville, were also to be protected and he did a lot of babysitting while his parents hunted down the Horcruxes they could. He was also sworn to secrecy on who would’ve been the Chosen One. They were children, not soldiers or weapons or heroes to save the day.

(Adrien loved being Chat, he loved helping people, helping his Lady, but his therapist had a point that no child, not even the King, should have to bear such burdens. He did so now, so he would have to do his best, but he should have never been Chosen. No child should be Chosen.)

Sammy and Dean came along and Adrien wanted to commit murder. They had been sold just like him; by their biological father for something. Sold for revenge.

Sammy and Dean were the last for awhile, a couple years at least, and Adrien loved all his siblings.

Then came Anakin, Wished Away into Freedom, and Adrien knew the films, knew what could happen but he loved his little brother fiercely, just as fiercely as the rest. Anakin was not Vader yet and even if Adrien had to Cataclysm Darth Sidious himself Anakin never would be the Sith Lord’s attack dog.

InuYasha was next and he was a change; guarded, having been abused not by his parents but by everyone else. Adrien found it difficult to get through to his silver-haired brother but finally did so, using the bridge Anakin had built just by being himself. He often took InuYasha out on runs around Paris’ rooftops, letting the boy stretch himself and relying on being Chat in order to keep up. (He was only human after all.)

Then came Paige, after he had had his own children, and his heart ached for her biological parents. They had done what was best for her and he could never think badly of that. Knowing what he would do for his own children…

Then came Davy; like everyone else in the family, Adrien was caught by surprise. He had known his parents had been deaged for more attempts but apparently no one, not even his Mama, had known of her pregnancy.

Being the youngest by far, of all the children, Davy was a little spoiled for attention and yet effectively an only child. But his siblings, niblings, and cousins adored him just like everyone else.

Wished Away 6:

Summers Meets Summers:

Danny stepped through the portal, arms cradling a baby.

“Uncle Danny?” Dawn started.

“Dawn, this isn’t for you,” Danny assured, before looking to the assembled Scoobies, “Scoobies, meet Hope Summers—well, that’s an alias. It’s not safe for her in her dimension.”

“Wait, Summers,” Xander said slowly, eyes wide, “like X-men Summers? Mutant Summers?”

“She’s supposedly the mutant messiah,” Danny said in hushed tones, “every anti-mutant asshole’s after her. Clockwork pulled her right after her family was decimated because of those assholes. Me and Sam would take her on but we’ve already got Anakin.”

“We’ll pass her off as a cousin,” Buffy declared after a quick silent conversation with Spike, “family problems. Me and Dawn are her only other family. Xander, we need your comic knowledge. Giles, Anya, Willow, Tara, your magic knowhow. Danny—Your Majesty—”

“I’ll be point of contact for her dimension, and I’ll fund her stay here,” Danny interjected.

Another portal opened and a stream of ghosts came flowing out; they were carting baby gear.

Danny smiled widely at everyone’s shock, “We weren’t just gonna hand you a baby and run. Everything you need, you just need to buy the formula, diapers, and such. Come here, Buffy.”

Buffy took Hope carefully; she had held babies before, mostly Phantom children, but never one so…young.

Then she blanched, “Holy hell, Spike! We have a kid now!”

The vampire went bone white.

“Congrats,” Danny said, grinning widely and with too many teeth to pass as human.

“You’re sure you cannot rear her yourself?” Giles asked.

Danny shook his head, “No, we have…Anakin might be subject to a Prophecy about being the Chosen One, Harry and Nev have a prophecy about either one being a Chosen One, Adrien is a Chosen One…in fact, only Damian doesn’t have some prophecy attached. That we know of. Even Dawn was gonna end the world. Plus Hope’s gonna be powerful; I don’t know how powerful but she will be powerful. We can’t risk her being ecto-contaminated either.”

“Damn,” Xander muttered.

“We’d take her in,” Danny assured, “if we could; but we really can’t.”

“What if the placement falls through?” Anya asked.

“Then we ask Damian’s bio-father to either take her or help place her in his dimension. If he can’t help, either the Potters or Longbottoms take her, if not them then the Fenton-Chengs, my eldest son and his wife. You’re our first choice but not last resort. You were chosen because we hope the Hellmouth will help hide her. Pass her off as demon-touched or something once her powers start coming in. We hope there’s enough of a…a gulf between the two dimensions that nothing from hers can come after her.”

“We’ll take care of her.” Buffy promised.