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liaromancewriter · 11 months ago

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The Flirting Game

Premise: Cassie ‘practices’ her flirting technique on Ethan, but she’s not the only one who knows the moves.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 950

A/N: I was inspired by several @creativepromptsforwriting flirting prompts that I've been saving for the right occasion: prompt 340, #6 from Teasing and #2 and #4 from Flirty Pick-up Lines. Submission for @choicesfebruary2024 Flirting. I'm also using @choicesflashfics, week 71, prompt 1 (in bold).

I. Cassie

Cassie Valentine learned the art of flirting from watching her parents. It seemed to come naturally to them, much to Cassie’s delight and Max’s dismay. Although, given her twin’s flirting game, Cassie knew the lessons from their youthful observation had stuck.

It wasn’t just the words (although she soon learned they were a powerful tool in the game of flirting). It was also about the body language — a coquettish look in one’s eyes, the subtle vocal intonation, a flick of the hair, and a half-tilt of the lips so the object of your desire knew the secret, sultry smile was just for them.

Cassie knew the love of her life was forever amused by her flirtatiousness, which made her even more determined to tease him. The fact that he often had to ask if she was doing it was endlessly amusing to her.

“You must be the reason for global warming because you’re hot.”

“Actually, it’s primarily because of too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.”

She silently chuckled at the absentminded and matter-of-fact response. Despite knowing his good looks attracted attention, Ethan Ramsey seemed oblivious to most women making eyes at him.

“I doubt carbon dioxide looks as good as you do in that shirt,” she quipped, laughter in her voice.

That made him pause. One eyebrow raised, he glanced at her above the lid of his laptop. The glare of the screen bounced off his reading glasses, hiding his blue eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“I’m always flirting with you, Ethan. Keep up.”

He stared at her in bewilderment and then muttered something under his breath before returning his attention to the screen.

Cassie smiled inwardly at his reaction. She suspected his indifference was all an act. The man was far too observant to be this clueless about his effect on women.

As she continued to regard his profile, she caught Ethan’s furtive sideways glance and blew him a kiss. He blushed, sputtered and cleared his throat loudly, a frown furrowing his brow.

“I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that,” Ethan complained, his tone severe.

Cassie shrugged, unrepentant. “Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”

She trailed off as the diagnostic team’s office doors swooshed open, and the others joined them. With a wink that promised more later, Cassie turned away to let the poor man collect himself.

Her father often told her and Max that flirting with their mother was the best part of his day. Cassie could comfortably say flirting with Ethan was the highlight of hers.

II. Ethan

Donahue’s during Happy Hour was always crowded and noisy. Nineties music blasted from the jukebox, competing with the clink of bottles and the clatter of balls crashing against each other at the pool table.

Ethan zigzagged his way through the throng and grabbed his usual stool at the bar, nodding a greeting at a distracted Reggie. He spied Cassie drinking beer and chatting with Lahela on the far side of the bar and knew she’d find him sooner or later.

“Thanks,” he said, hiding his sudden discomfort when Reggie placed his usual scotch before him.

For a brief moment, the exchange reminded him of going for a drink with his father when he turned twenty-one.

Ethan remembered feeling amused at the bartender handing Alan his “usual” without asking and thinking how small his dad’s life was that even his after-work drink (always a single Sam Adams) never changed.

Back then, Hopkins was within his grasp, and he was chomping at the bit to discover the world outside Providence. Now, he’d been coming to Donahue for so long that Reggie kept a stool waiting and served his drink without saying a word.

When did he become so damn predictable?

Of course, not everything was as it was, he thought as her scent hit his senses before she came into view.

Cassie squeezed into the space between his splayed legs and the bar, resting one elbow beside his drink. It had the effect of enclosing them in a bubble where nothing but them existed.

Ethan saw the familiar half-grin curving her lips and knew she was in a teasing mood tonight.

She flicked her mane of long blonde hair back and leaned towards him, her head cocked sideways flirtatiously.

“I heard that you can determine how well you fit together with another person by kissing them. Want to skip the small talk and see if we’re compatible?” She quirked one eyebrow as if daring him to play along.

His breath caught at the sexy way her green eyes sparkled in the light. The teasing smile hovering on her lips was his undoing.

“You should know that I have asthma, just in case you intend on taking my breath away on a regular basis,” Ethan found himself repeating the line he’d practiced for an occasion just like this.

Cassie wasn’t the only one who had game. There was a time when pick-up lines tripped off his tongue, charming the pants off — literally — of any woman he wanted. They’d been easy. His girlfriend was anything but.

“Buy me a drink, and I promise to do just that,” she chuckled, her palm covering the back of his hand, stroking his knuckles with her thumb.

Ethan started to call Reggie and flushed when he saw him watching their antics with amusement. The other man simply rolled his eyes and turned away to grab ingredients for two Specials.

Ah well, Ethan consoled himself as Cassie closed the distance between them and brushed her lips across his, uncaring of who from work might be watching. His girlfriend was unpredictable enough for the both of them. Who could ask for more?

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tupperwaretub · 2 years ago

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Hey, how you going? I just stumbled upon your blog and saw that you write for Scott Lang, and that requests are open, and this is kinda heaven! There aren't many fics with Scott (even less with male reader), so I wanted to request, if possible, one with Scott where he and the reader have a relationship (or maybe they just like each other), and Scott ends up getting jelly seeing him spend a lot of time with the person responsible for recruiting him (Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha... Whoever you think is the best). They can end up spending heaps of time training or just cracking up together, which makes Scott jealous.

P.S. If you wanna make this a smut, in my head Scott would definitely be the bottom (maybe reader's powers can make things more interesting ;) )

Thanks in advance!!

A Good Sense of Humour

Pairing:Scott Lang x Male! Reader

(bottom scott, top reader)

Content: SMUT, gentle love making, exchanging feelings, multiple orgasms (reader has that super soldier stamina 💪), mainly vanilla smut, size difference, rushed ending :( .

Summary: You'd just been recruited into the avengers and were going through training with THE Steve Rodgers, you and Steve had gotten close during your training but you only had eyes for one man and that was Scott Lang, but he'd never like you back... Right?

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It had been a few months since you were first recruited to the avengers by steve Rodgers, it still leaves you baffled that Capitan America himself wanted you to join the avengers but you guess he wanted you because of your shared trait of being a super soldier. So far everyone has welcomed you with open arms, you've been getting along especially well with Scott Lang, Antman. You think hes funny and really quite attractive, but he could never reciprocate your feelings you knew he had a wife at one point and a daughter called Cassie. So he's obviously straight.

These past few months have been spent mostly with Steve, he's been training you and you've come to think of him as a pretty good friend.

You and Steve were chatting about your most recent training session and what you could do to improve, when you entered the kitchen you saw scott leant on the island sipping from a mug. "Hey Scott!" You say cheerily. "Hey y/n." He replies only glancing at you. Something was obviously wrong, he was always much more cheery and always had some kind of joke to crack when he saw you.

"I'll see you later y/n, me and Buck have plans." Steve says patting your back. "Alright, see ya later Steve." You smile. When Steve leaves the room theres a thick layer of tension surrounding you and Scott. "There something wrong Scott?" You say as you approached him. "So you and Steve, huh?" He asks just staring into his mug. "What? Oh pfft no! Hes not my type. Besides... Hes straighter than a ruler." You say trying to make some kind of joke to break the tension, Scott laughs a little but still seems upset. "So.. what is your type?"

He looks up and into your eyes, now it was your turn to look down. You stared down at the tiled floor considering your answer, you decide maybe you should confess maybe he likes you back? That would explain why he's so sad. You decide to go for it. "Guys with a good sense of humour." You confess as you look back up connecting with his gaze. You watch as his face lights up before a shit eating grin replaces it. "So like me? You bite your lip and smile as you step forward and place your hands on his cheeks, you admire his features for a second. "Yeah.. like you."

Scott leans forward and encases you in a kiss, it was short lived but you were quickly dragged to his room where he kissed you again. The kiss was much longer and full of passion. Your hands slowly traveled to his ass and he let out a moan into the kiss, you quickly picked him up making him gasp and wrap his legs around you. You laughed a little "don't worry I won't drop you, you're light." You tease.

Your hands are placed firmly on his ass but you have no struggle keeping him up, being a super soldier meant you could lift grown men like Scott with ease. Scotts hands are roaming around in your hair as you make out, the kissing is getting rougher and more desperate. Scott moves his hands from your hair to your shoulders and pulls away, his lips are swollen and red and hes out of breath.

You don't even have to ask what he wants, before he opens his mouth you have him layed on the bed and you're unbuttoning his trousers. You pull his trousers off of his legs and caress his inner thighs, "have you got lube?" You ask, you used to use spit but ever since you got pumped full of super soldier syrum you're quite a lot bigger than you were and you'd need a lot of spit... "Yeah top drawer next to you." You reach over and grab the lube, there were condoms next to it. Just looking at them you knew they weren't your size.

"Scott, I don't think your condoms will fit me.." You admit slightly worried it'll be a deal breaker. "Oh- i have one of your condoms in there..." He admits. "You steal it from my room?" You find it underneath a sock and close the drawer. "Yeah... Sorry." You laugh a little and put the condom to the side for now.

Scott helps you pull down his underwear, you lick his hole but pull away and grab the lube, applying it to his hole and your two fingers. You push one finger in slowly and you watch as Scott's toes curl. "Just tell me when you're ready for the second finger." You tell him not wanting to hurt him, he nods and takes deep breaths.

You're sat next to him on the bed looking down at his figure, your other hand roaming around his torso. "This your first time with a guy?" You ask and he shakes his head. "First time bottoming though.." you suddenly feel guilty having not asked him if he wanted to bottom "we can stop if you-" "no! God no dont stop!" He interrupts, his response makes you grin and you slowly add another finger.

Once scott had adjusted you began curling your fingers inside of him in search of his prostate. The sweet little moans hes making go straight to your cock, "i need to add a third finger to stretch you out right, that okay?" He nods and you prod another finger at his entrance, as you push it in Scott gasps and wraps his arms around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

You whisper praises in his ear as you feel him adjusting slowly, soon enough his light whimpers became heated moans as you curled and thrusted your fingers inside of him hitting his prostate. "That feel good?" You coo, all Scott can do is nod and moan. "You think you're ready for my cock?" You ask still fingering his hole. "Yes.. yes. Please." He sighs.

You pull your fingers out of him and place a kiss on his forehead. You roll the condom on and apply a gracious amount of lube. Theres a hitch in Scotts breath when you place your tip against his entrance. "I'll be gentle for you baby." You assure.

You slowly begin to push into Scott, he lets out strained groans as you continuously push farther into him. You stop in your tracks deciding you had gone far enough in. "A-are you all the way... In?" Scott stutters out. "No, i just thought this is probably enough." Scotts face scrunches and he slowly bends to look at where you two have connected. "Please... Go all the way in.." He looks up at you through hooded lids, you just can't say no to that face. "Okay.. but you dont have to, you can tell me to stop as soon as you become too uncomfortable-" you begin to ramble but Scott quickly cuts you off with a smile "I want to feel all of you.." his words have you blushing and you nod.

You continue to gently push in the last couple inches of your cock, Scotts legs are wrapped around your waist and he's still adjusting to your size. You caress his waist and give him as much time as he needs. You both sit in a comfortable silence until Scott gives you the green light to start slowly shifting your hips.

His sweet little whimpers fill the room as you gently pump into and out of him, "please.. go faster." You place your hand on his cheek and start to pick up the pace of your thrusts, still being mindful to not be rough.

You feel scott tighten around you as he cums, the white strings landing on his stomach. Once he was down from his high you pull out and are about to leave and get something to wipe him down with when he grabs your hand. "You didn't enjoy it?" He asks seemingly upset. "What? No! I loved it, I've been waiting to do that for so long." You clasp your hands on either side of his face and give him a warm smile.

You apply a small amount of lube and slowly push back inside of Scott, your dick sliding in smoothly.

"you didn't cum." He replies blankly. "Oh- yeah. Because of the super soldier syrum.. You know i have increased stamina, yeah, It takes me a long time to finish, we should probably leave it here because it's your first time bottoming and-" you're interrupted by Scott shushing you. "I want you to keep fucking me until you cum, got it?" You just blush and nod.

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You've lost track of time completely, bringing scott to his next orgasm being the only thought on your mind. You're pretty sure you're well acquainted with every inch of Scotts body by now, your hands roaming and caressing his skin as you get closer and closer to your own release.

You finally take one last thrust and cum into the condom, your legs shake slightly and you take a minute to recover.

When you're ready you slowly pull out causing an overstimulated Scott to whine. "Sorry, I'll clean you up and we can go straight to sleep okay?" Scott only nods, he still looks like he's seeing stars.

You grab a warm cloth and gently wipe Scott and yourself down before climbing into bed with him, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him close.

You both slept undisturbed and peaceful within eachothers arms.

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A/n: as much as i love writing for Pedro's characters, a different character like Scott was refreshing. Sorry it took so long aswell being busy and a slow writer who gets distracted easily is not a good mixture. But i hope you like it <3

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k2ntoss · 11 months ago

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A NICE EX !!! DESTIEL

tw ⭒ none, just destiel angst and them being exes ):

a/n ⭒ i think is was just time for me to write something angsty about my little boyfies, yk.... i hope you enjoy my written through tears shit, i listened to the whole smithereens album while choking my sobs, sorry in advance

words count ⭒ idk, i'll stop doing this bc it makes my head ache lmao

castiel is a nice ex, the kind of ex anyone would love to have because he doesn't talk shit about the person he loved with all of him even when he's not feeling okay.

castiel isn't sleeping because he knows he'll dream with those pretty forest green eyes that used to look at him like he was perfect, he knows he'll hear that raspy and soft voice telling him how much he means. it's been nights when not even the warmth of his covers helped, lights turned off and even low and soft music playing on the background but sleep never came.

it had been over half a year, seven months, three days and ten hours to be precise and he counted every passing second, because he was still friends with sam and even with charlie, there was times when he called them and he could hear dean calling their names from afar, cas voice trembled before he said goodbye almost at the second he heard him.

it was hard, the few times sam had invited castiel to drink something with him he would tell him how's dean been doing, he had someone new and it was one of his past loves; a girl named cassie, how ironic but cas was happy for him because dean was doing fine, or so he thought.

"so... he's doing fine, right?" castiel asks, charlie is sitting by his side, her hand on his arm for some sort of comfort while sam looks at him and sighs "yeah, pretty much fine so maybe you should try going out yourself, dude" he urges, his tone is soft because sam knows how hard this is for cas.

"you're dreamy, cas, i know no person would resist you" charlie gives him a smile, she has always had a pretty way to bring a light to anyone who needed it and here he was, not smiling but letting a soft hum escape his lips before he took a sip from his beer "i don't think i'm ready for something like that yet"

"well, you don't have to actually engage into something too serious, cas" sam tells him and he knows that's true but he has never liked the thought of a one night stand to forget a broken heart "mhm, i don't think that's a good idea" and cas is drinking his whole bottle to try and push away the idea of touching or kissing someone who wasn't dean.

the memories of the last day they were together, the day dean broke up with him are still playing fresh on his mind and it brings a stingy feeling to his chest, a burn to his eyes and a knot to his throat. the night died and cas left that bar where he was with sam and charlie, walking to his house with easy steps, his body feeling dizzy as he remembered how dean looked at him that day, his green eyes flooded with tears and his face red because the conversation escalated to a heated argument.

dean felt like cas had changed, he was different and he tried to hard to do anything and everything by himself, keeping his problems and pretty much any issue he might have for him, never letting dean help or at least listen and well, castiel could solve almost every problem which made him feel good, superior to a lot of people until that started to get home with him, where he would push dean away with a smug smirk to do whatever his boyfriend was doing before just to look at him with an attitude that made dean feel a bit useless.

months were like that, every passing day it became worse for him and cas could feel how it wasn't as perfect as before because dean wouldn't be all giddy to see him at the end of the day, he would just greet him with a short grunt or a quick hug, the love was still there bu it felt so hard to act on it.

"is something going on?" cas voice was soft, his weight on the bed making dean look at him for a couple seconds before he went back to read his book "not at all, everything's just fine" and that was their night talk, he'll turn off the night lamp and turn around to sleep, shifting away when cas's hand tried to reach his waist to pull him closer "it's hot, let's not sleep like that tonight" was one of dean's excuses.

castiel knew something was off, that dean wasn't the same as before but what was different? he was just trying to be better, he was trying to show the world that he wasn't as naive and dumb as everyone thought, he wasn't a mere soldier and that he could do things on his own but that wasn't how it looked for his lover, little did cas knew that it was killing them slowly and painfully.

"i can't keep doing this, castiel, do you think it's fine?" dean's voice was loud, he had just arrived from work and cas tried to talk about their problems "do you know what the main problem here is? it's you, you're fucking all this up" words filled with poison and rage, it was all on his chest and castiel felt the realization "dean, i don't know what you mean, i'm trying to do all of this for us" and the calm tone on his words, the way he seemed to be so oblivious of their issues made him feel angrier.

"you're just doing this for you, man, does it makes you feel so good? it's a fucking pain in the ass, you look like you saw yourself as some kind of god and i hate it, castiel" dean was right in front of him, his index pressed on his chest "i hate all of this, what we've become it's not what i want and it's driving me insane" every single word felt like a stab.

"this is not what i deserve and i'm fucking serious" and castiel knows he's damn right, deep inside him he knew it and he had to let dean go so he couldn't hurt him anymore "i won't come back, this is how it ends" dean walks away and he can see the two bags that wait on the hallway, just like that dean walks away. the engine of the impala roars on the sidewalk and that's the only signal he has.

he had lost dean.

castiel kept playing this scene over and over again each night, when he was walking to his home after a long day at work his words would go around his mind like a broken record but this time it was different because his body went into automatic pilot as soon as he went out of the bar.

his feet walking on their own and he wasn't aware until a voice shook him off his slumber "cas?" that voice and the way his shortened name slipped out of his lips, his heartbeat running wild on his chest he was so sure dean could hear it.

there he was, holding a small shoebox with a bunch of casettes on it right in front of the black chevy impala. still beautiful, still dean winchester. forest green eyes bore into his blue ones and he tried to say something.

"what are you doing here?" he asked softly, not even cas knew it because he never noticed until he called.

"uh, i'm not really sure" his answer came out hoarse, his voice as low as always while he tilted his head a little trying to find out how he ended up standing right in front of the love of his life "it's good to see you're doing fine"

"yeah, fine... i'm doing fine" dean said, a small scoff escaping his lips "you're doing fine, cas?" he asked after leaving the box on baby's roof.

"not really, it's been a hard long time" castiel says looking away, he can feel dean's gaze on him and he fights the urge to get close, to hug him and not let go off him ever again "heard you're happy without me, i hope it's true... it hurts but it's okay, i could handle all the pain in the universe if it was for you"

and dean knows it's true, he knows how much castiel would do for him but he doesn't know where did that got lost before they broke up.

cas thought it would be dumb of him to wait for an answer, he knew dean was doing fine without him so he just walked past him. his hand patting his shoulder when he stood for a second by his side "you know i'd still die for you"

and he left, dean turned around just to look at his figure walking away from him. he wasn't doing fine either, nights were darker and not even cassie could fill the emptiness castiel left. he was left alone once again.

#mara's thoughts #supernatural #dean x castiel #dean winchester x castiel #destiel imagine #destiel angst #dean winchester angst #castiel angst #dean winchester #castiel #destiel

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layce2015 · 2 years ago

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Cyrus Dorian

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*3rd Person POV*

Dean lies on his back as this growing guilt keeps bugging him while Cassie curls up to his chest. "We should fight more often." Cassie said, dreamily. "Absolutely." Dean said, slightly distracted. "Actually we were always pretty good at fighting." Cassie said then she indicates their position. "This we were good at. It's all the other stuff...not so much." She said. "Hey I tried. I told you who I really was. That was a big first for me." Dean said.

"Why'd you tell me?" Cassie asked him. "I don't know. I guess I couldn't lie to you." Dean said, shrugging. "Dean. You told me that story...it scared the hell outta me. I thought you were nuts. Dangerous even. Actually, maybe I was looking for a reason to walk away." She said.

"In my work....uh...I see some horrible things. Things that can't be explained. I deal with them. But working things out with you?" Dean said and Cassie chuckles. "I'm a scary one all right.....well, usually things get worked out. When you really want them to." She said.

"You know, I'm still really involved. With my dad's work." He said and Cassie leans up on one elbow to look down at Dean. "No more excuses ok? From you or me." She said.

"Ok." Dean said and she smiles and leans in and starts to kiss him but he doesn't kiss back as the guilt was growing in his chest. "Dean, what's wrong?" She asked him. "What?" He asked her, acting dumb.

But before she could say anything, Dean's phone rings and he, quickly, reaches for it. "Yeah." He answers. He listens into the phone before he looks startled. "You're kidding!" He exclaims.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"He's with us." Sam said to the cops as Dean comes up to us. The cops leave and I turn to Dean. "Where were you last night? You didn't make it back to the hotel." I said, alittle angry.

"Well..." Dean said before he drifts off.

"I'm guessing you guys worked things out?" Sam asked and I know he was meaning Cassie. "We'll be working things out when we're ninety. So what happened?" Dean said and I scoff and turn as we go back to the body.

"Every bone crushed. Internal organ's turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped, it's like something ran him over." I said. "Something like a truck?" Dean asked.

"Yep." Sam and I replied.

"Tracks?" He asked.

"Nope." We said.

"What was the Mayor doing here anyway?" Dean asked as he points at Todd's dead body. "He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks ago." Sam said. "But he's white, he doesn't fit the pattern." Dean said. "Killings didn't happen up on the road. That doesn't fit either." I said.

*3rd Person POV*

At the Newspaper office, Cassie makes two mugs of tea and takes them over to where Dean sits at a computer. "Here." She said. "Thanks. So I'm trying to find some link between those killings back in the '60s and what's going on now. There wasn't a lot about it in the paper." Dean said as he looks over the computer.

"Not surprising. Probably minimal policework too. Back then equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around here." Cassie said just as Dean's phone goes off. "Yeah." Dean answers. "Ok, the courthouse records show that Mr and Mrs Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family for, like, 150 years." (Y/n)'s voice replied.

"Dorian?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." She said then Dean turns to Cassie.

"Didn't you say the Dorian family used to own this paper?" He asked and she nods. "Along with everything else around here. Real pillars of the town." She said. "Right, right." He said and he clicks a few links on the computer. "That's interesting." He mutters.

"What?" (Y/n) asked. "This Cyrus Dorian. He vanished in April of '63.The case was investigated but never solved. It was right around the time the string of murders was going on back then." Dean replied.

"Well Sam and I pulled a bunch of papers up on the Dorian place, it must've been in bad shape when the Mayor bought it." (Y/n) said.

"Why's that?" asked Dean. "The first thing he did was bulldoze the place." (Y/n) replied and Dean turns to Cassie again.

"Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place?" He asked. "It was a big deal. One of the oldest houses left. He made the front page." She said then Dean turns back to his phone.

"You got a date?" He asked. "Ahhh. The 3rd of last month." (Y/n) said and Dean clicks away on the computer then reads an article. "Mayor Todd bulldozed the Dorian family home on the 3rd. The first killing was the very next day." Dean reads.

Dean left and went back to the hotel and started to help with more research when he got a phone call from Cassie. She called, screaming in fear, as the truck was driving by her house. The trio make their way to her house to see her shaking and trembling, so (y/n) goes to make some tea for her

(Y/n) hands her a cup of tea, once she was done, while Dean sits beside her. "Maybe you could throw a couple of shots in that." Cassie said as she takes the cup and rattles it against the saucer, her hand shaking. "You didn't see who was driving the truck." Sam said, questioning.

"It seemed to be no one. Everything was moving so fast. And then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?" Cassie asked. "Whoever was controlling the truck wants you afraid first." Dean said as (y/n) turns to Cassie's mother, who was in a chair across from Cassie.

"Mrs Robinson, Cassie said that your husband saw the truck before he died." (Y/n) said as Mrs Robinson shakes in her chair. "Mom?" Cassie asked and her mother looks up at her.

"Oh. Martin was under a lot of stress. You can't be sure about what he was seeing." She replied. "Well after tonight I think we can be reasonably sure he was seeing a truck. What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked. Ok? Your daughter could die. So if you know something now would be a really good time to tell us about it." Dean said to her, firmly and roughly.

"Dean..." Cassie said, worriedly.

"Yes. Yes, he said he saw a truck." said Mrs Robinson. "Did he know who it belonged to?" (Y/n) asked her. "He thought he did." She replied.

"Who was that?" Dean asked and Mrs Robinson becomes upset. "Cyrus. A man named Cyrus." She replied.

Sam, Dean and (y/n) look at each other, until Dean reaches for his bag and shows Mrs Robinson the newspaper article about Dorian's death. "Is this Cyrus?" He asked. "Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago." She replied.

"How do you know he died, Mrs Robinson? The paper's said he went missing. How do you know he died?" Dean asked her, softly.

"We were all very young. I dated Cyrus a while, I was also seeing Martin...in secret of course. Inter-racial couples didn't go over too well back then. When I broke it off with Cyrus and when he found out about Martin, I don't know, he, changed. His hatred. His hatred was frightening." She replied. "The murders." Sam said and Mrs Robinson becomes upset again.

"There were rumors. People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done. Martin and a... Martin and I, we were gonna be, uh, married in that little church near here, but last minute we decided to elope as we didn't want the attention." She replied.

"And Cyrus?" Dean asked then Mrs Robinson breaks down. "The day we set for the wedding, was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children's choir practising in there. They all died." She cries.

"Did the attacks stop after that?" (Y/n) asked, softly. "No! There was one more. One night that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible. But Martin, you see, Martin got loose. And he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him." Mrs Robinson sobs.

"Why didn't you call the cops?" Dean asked her. "This was forty years ago. He called on his friends, Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson, and they put Cyrus' body into the truck and they rolled it into the swamp at the end of his land and all three of them kept that secret all of these years." She said.

"And now all three are gone." Sam said. "And so is Mayor Todd. Now he said that you of all people would know he is not a racist. Why would he say that?" (Y/n) asked Mrs Robinson. "He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus' disappearence. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done he...he did nothing, because he also knew what Cyrus had done." She replied and Cassie stares at her mother in shock.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked her mother. "I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect." She replied. "Yes there is." Dean said and he looks over at Cassie. So does Mrs Robinson, who looks shaken.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam and I lean against the Impala while Dean walks up and down. "Ah, my life was so simple. Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms." Sam said, sarcastically, and I chuckle a bit. "So I guess I saved you from a boring existence." Dean said. "Yeah, occasionally I miss boring." Sam said and we chuckled a bit.

"So this killer truck." I said and Sam sighs. "I miss conversations that didn't start with this killer truck. Ahhh." Sam sighed and Dean and I laugh a bit at this. "Well this Cyrus guy. Evil on a level that infected even his truck. When he died, the swamp became his tomb, and his spirit was dormant for 40 years." I said.

"So what woke it up?" Sam asked. "The construction on his house. Or the destruction." Dean said. "Right. Demolition or remodelling can awaken spirits, make them restless." Sam said and Dean and I nod.

"Like that theatre in Illinois, ya know?" Sam asked. "And the guy that tore down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved." Dean said to him.

"So now his spirit is awakened and out for blood." I said. "Yeah I guess. Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway." Dean said. "You guys know we're going to have to dredge that body up from the swamp right." Sam said and Dean turns to us and smiles.

"Man." Sam said, exasperated, and I patted his shoulder.

"You said it." I said to him.

"Yeah." Sam mutters as Cassie approaches us from the house. Dean stands in front of her.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey. She's asleep. Now what?" She asked him.

"Well you should stay put and look after her... and we'll be back. Don't leave the house." Dean tells her and she smiles at him. "Don't go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it." She said. Dean then looks over at me and Sam, who looks down. I just shrug a bit but then I noticed Cassie was staring me down as if to say I dare you to do something. I look back at Dean and I give him a small smile before he gives me a smile back then turns back to Cassie.

0Suddenly, Cassie grabs Dean's shirt collar, pulls him towards her and begins kissing him. Dean seemed a bit surprise by this and his shoulder was kinda tensed up. I give a confused look towards him, while still feeling this burning feeling in my chest, when Cassie's eyes open and she glares at me as she continues to kissing Dean.

I raised an eyebrow at her when she finally stopped kissing him and Dean looks at her then turns to us. "C'mon, let's go." He said as he walks over to us and we get into the Impala.

"All right. Let's get her up." I said, after we arrived at the Dorian property. Dean Was at the wheel of a tractor and he begins to back it up, pulling the truck from the water. "All right. A little more. Little more." Sam yells as Dean continues to pull. "All right, stop." I said and Dean turns off the engine and jumps down.

"Nice." Sam said as Dean moves to the trunk of the Impala. "Hell yeah." Dean said and he rummages in the trunk and hands a weapon to Sam and Sam takes it and starts to walk off.

"You still love her?" I asked Dean. He looks over at me, his eyes widen a bit at this like he was stunned I'd asked that.

"What are you talking about?" He asked me and I rolled my eyes. "You know, exactly what I'm talking about, Dean." I said, firmly. He looks down then turns his head away from me as he looks back at the trunk and pulls out another weapon.

"Can we focus please." He said to me. "Dean, it's a simple yes or no question." I said and he sighs. "I don't know, (y/n). There you happy?" He said, slightly annoyed. I scoff at this and just shake my head at this. "Whatever, Dean." I grumbled as I grab some weapons and walked away.

We move toward the door of the truck and glance at each other. Dean then opens the door when a decayed body falls out. "All right let's get to it." Dean said and we salt and burn the body and stand watching it.

"Think that'll do it?" Sam asked when, suddenly, the ghost truck appears, headlights on and engine reving.

"I guess not." I said. "So burning the body had no effect on that thing?" Sam asked, confused. "Sure it did. Now it's really pissed." Dean said. "But Cyrus' ghost is gone, right Dean?" Sam said and Dean starts to walk away. "Apparently not the part that's fused with the truck." He said.

"Where you going?" Sam asked Dean. "Goin' for a little ride." Dean replied. "What!" Sam and I exclaimed. "Gonna lead that thing away. That busted piece of crap, you two gotta burn it." Dean said.

"How the hell are we supposed to burn a truck Dean?" I asked, annoyed. "I don't know. Figure something out." Dean said as he throws a bag at us. Sam catches as he stammers. Then Dean reverses the Impala and takes off. The ghost truck roars after him while Sam and I hide until it has passed.

"Alright, let's go!" I said to Sam and we start to run when Sam's phone rings. "Hey, you gotta give us a minute." Sam said into the phone, which I figured it was Dean. "Ahh. Let me get back to you." Sam said and he hangs up then dials a number.

"Hey Cassie? Hey, it's Sam, I need some information and it has to be exactly right." He said and he and Cassie talk for awhile.

"All right, Dean?" I said, calling him on the phone, after a few minutes of Sam and Cassie talking. "This better be good." Dean said. "Where are you?" I asked. "In the middle of no where with a killer truck on my ass! It's like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus." Dean shouts. "Listen to me, this is important. We have to know exactly where you are." I said to him, firmly.

"Decatur road, about two miles off the highway." He replied after a few moments of silence. "Ok. Headed East?" I asked. "Yes!" Dean exclaims then I heard something in the background.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean shouts and I shake my head. "Ok, turn right! Up ahead, turn right." I said and I hear the tires of the Impala screeching as Dean turns.

"You make the turn?" I asked him. "Yeah I made the turn! You need to move this thing along a little faster." Dean said, annoyed.

"All right, you see a road up ahead?" I asked. "No!" He shouts then pauses. "Wait. No, yes, I see it." He exclaims. "Ok, Turn left." I said. "Wha...?" He said then I hear more screeching tires and the engine revving.

"All right, now what?" He asked me. "You need to go seven tenths of a mile and then stop." I said. "Stop?" Dean asked. "Exactly seven tenths, Dean." I said.

*3rd Person POV*

"Seven tenths, seven tenths." Dean mutters as he looks at his speedometer. At the right moment Dean spins the car around and moves it back to sit exactly where (y/n) advised, facing back the way he had come.

He's between two posts on each side of the road and the last remains of a wall, almost totally broken down. The ghost truck appears back down the road he came down, revving it's engine. "Dean, You still there?" (Y/n) asked him, concerned. "Yeah." Dean replied.

"What's happening?" She asked. "It's just staring at me, what do I do?" He asked her. "Just what you are doing, bringing it to you." She replied. "Wha..." he said when the truck spins it's tires and comes barreling toward him and the Impala.

Dean watches it come, hanging tightly to the Impala's steering wheel. "Come on, Come on." He mutters. As it reaches him, he closes his eyes and hangs on tight. The truck roars through him, disintegrating into nothing as it does so.

Dean opens his eyes and stares at the now empty road in front of him. All that can be heard is the purring of the Impala's engine, the truck's revving having completely disappeared. He twists quickly to look behind and sees nothing.

"Dean. You still there?" (Y/n) asked but he doesn't reply as he looks around, shocked. "Dean?" Her voice asked. "Where'd it go?" Dean asked her. "Dean, you're where the church was." (Y/n) replied.

"What church!?" Dean asked, confused. "The place Cyrus burned down. Murdered all those kids." She replied and Dean looks at the posts left on the side of the road.

"There's not a whole lot left." He said. "Church ground is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they're destroyed, so Sam and I figured, maybe, that would get rid of it." (Y/n) said. "Maybe? Maybe!! What if you guys were wrong?" Dean asked. "Huh. Honestly that thought hadn't occurred to us." (Y/n) said, thoughtfully.

Dean stares at his phone, then hangs up. "Well it honestly didn't occur to me." He mimics her then he slaps the steering wheel. "I'm gonna kill them." He growls.

The next day, Dean and Cassie walk toward the Impala, Sam is already in the driver's seat and (y/n) was in the backseat. "My mother says to tell you thanks again." Cassie said to Dean. "This is a better goodbye than last time." She said. "Yeah well maybe this time it will be a little less permanent." He said and Cassie gives him a look.

"You know what? I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us, Dean." She said. "Well I've seen stranger things happen. A hell of a lot stranger." Dean said to her as they walk in front of the Impala and stop.

"Plus, you seem to have your heart set on someone else." Cassie said and Dean raises his eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?" He asked and she rolls her eyes with a smile.

"Dean, the other night, felt different than the last time we slept together. It felt like...more passion was put into it than the last time we had a night like that." She said.

Dean then immediately knew the exactly why and was about to explain but Cassie holds up a hand at him. "It’s okay, Dean. Besides, I've caught you looking at her and I've seen the way you look at her.��I'm not mad at you, but it would be best if we just stayed friends." She said and Dean frowns a bit then looks down for a moment before he looks back at her.

"Cassie, I'm sorry." He said and she gives a small smile to him. "Good bye, Dean." She said and he nods and gets into his car. Sam, (y/n) and Cassie wave at as the Impala takes off.

Later, (y/n) fell asleep in the backseat and Dean stares over his shoulder at her while Sam drives. "You know...you're gonna have to tell her sooner or later." Sam said. Dean looks over at him and giving him a what are you talking about? look. Sam glances at his brother then rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Dean, I've seen the way you look at her. I mean, back when she had that accident with the taser and it damaged her heart, you were heartbroken at that moment. I saw the fear and the worry on your face when you found her unconscious." Sam said to him.

Dean glances down at the floor then reaches for his sunglasses and slips them on. "Why don't you wake me up when it's my turn to drive?" Dean asked as he slouches down in the seat with a sigh. Sam scoffs and shakes his head as he looks back at the long straight road.

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sastielsfandom · 2 years ago

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Running To Get To You

Sam was fiddling with his sunglasses, wiping them clean, and looked over at his brother, "Dean, you need to hold onto his leash better."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Nah, come on," he bounced the leash in his hand, "Bones isn't going to go anywhere, in fact, I can let go, and-"

As soon as Dean opened his palm, freeing the leash from his grasp, Bones took off up the hill. Neither Winchester could react fast enough to stop him.

Dean pressed his lips into a straight line, "That wasn't supposed to happen."

"You are the worst," Sam said, tossing his glasses down, running off in the same direction as his dog. Cursing Dean with every step.

As he ran, you heard him shouting, "Bones!" Dean put his head down in shame and turned to his wife. She had her lips pressed in a tight line, raising her eyebrow at her husband.

"In my defense," Dean said, "Bones is pretty well trained." She shook her head in disappointment but still looked up with a smile.

Something told Dean he shouldn't admit that he's let go of the leash several times before, even today. Which is why he was so confident in Bones staying put, he'd just be digging his grave if he said so.

"Except for the fact that we're at a public park, with thousands of distractions, like squirrels and frisbees," She patted his hand, "He's very well trained but he's still an excited pup."

"Go fix your mistake, I'll hold down the fort," Cassie promised, she motioned with her head up the hill, "Come on, you know you should."

"Yeah, yeah. Alright," He said, quickly pressing his lips against her forehead, "I'll be back."

"And don't make an ass out of yourself," She said, returning a kiss on his nose. He waved her off knowing his mouth would probably get him in trouble. It usually does.

-------------------------------------------------------

Sam continued to shout, "Bones!" He spotted the pup about to run someone down.

"Bones! Halt!" Sam shouted with a whistle, and like the good dog he is, he immediately stopped. Right on someone's foot. Shit.

He made his way over to Bones hearing, "Oh, hello." Giving the dog a little wave, with a head tilt. Bones made no movement to get off the man's foot. He just continued to pant and barked a hello to him back.

Sam got up there, "Bones. Come on, buddy," fully expecting the pup to walk over and listen. However, Bones stayed put.

Sam sighed and walked over, picking up his leash, "I am so sorry, I would never intentionally let him roam like this." He did a slight pull but the dog just shook his head.

"May I pet him?" The stranger asked, making eye contact, now up close, Sam noticed, this is a very handsome stranger.

"Yeah, go ahead," Sam said, trying to hide his blush. Looking down, letting his hair fall in his face.

With the permission granted, the man bent down and scratched behind Bones' ear, "He's a fast runner."

"Yeah, that's for sure." Sam said, shaking his head. A little too fast.

"So Bones?" The man asked, and Sam blew some air out, not the first time he's gotten that.

He shrugged, and gave a weak, "He likes them."

"Very creative." Sam didn't miss the slight, or what he thought was, teasing. The little curl that pulled up his lips was so small, it was difficult to tell if Sam had imagined it.

Sam shook out his hair with a nervous hand, "I am not that great at naming things."

"Better than naming your dog after a physical attribute like spots," Not that this dog had any. But the man had heard too many dogs called such a name, Bones, it was a better name for sure.

"Barely," Sam said, and held a hand out, "my name is Sam."

The man looked at Sam's hand, with careful consideration, and shook his hand, "Castiel."

"Your parents are much better at naming than me and my parents." Sam joked.

"No, Sam is fitting," Castiel said, looking at Sam with such sincerity, "Very fitting."

Dean saw them, and ran up behind his brother, setting a hand on his shoulder, "See you got him, no harm no foul!"

"Dean, he could have run into the street." Sam said exasperated, shaking his head at his older brother.

"But he didn't." Dean argued.

Sam sighed heavily, "You are unbelievable."

"I can take him for you-" Dean offered with a hand out that Sam swatted away.

"Nope," Sam said, "you lost that privilege."

Dean shrugged and pointed up to Castiel, "Who is the flasher?"

Mortified, Sam shoved Dean, "You don't have to say everything you think, Dean."

"My name is Castiel." Thankfully ignoring the comment. Although, his eyebrows were knitted together in a glare that Sam was glad wasn't pointed at him.

"That name sounds familiar." Dean said, ignoring the hostility coming from Cas.

Sam patted for Bones who finally got off of Castiel's shoe, "It's angelic."

Dean nodded, "Oh, that makes sense."

Castiel tilted his head, quite surprised, "You two know angelic names?"

"Yeah, that's mainly due to our Dad." Sam answered. Dean gave Sam a knowing look, they knew that name after Sam got obsessed with angels, and would ramble on about them for hours. Didn't matter how insignificant they seemed to be, Sam held them all high in regards.

"Dad?" Castiel repeated, sounding nearly hopeful.

"Oh, we're brothers," Sam explained, pointing between him and Dean, "that's the only reason we hang out."

"Excuse me," Dean huffed, offended, "I am a delight."

"No," Sam looked him up and down, "You are not."

"I am," Dean defended and looked back up at their bystander, "You busy flasher?"

"If you keep calling me that, yes. Incredibly so." Castiel said, crossing his arms.

"Fine, Cas," Dean said, "you wanna hang out with us? My brother brought his dog to avoid being the third wheel."

Sam glared at his brother and let out a deep breath, "I brought Bones because he needed the exercise."

"Sure." Dean dismissed, rolling his eyes.

"I have some time to spare." Castiel answered, interrupting their fight.

Sam's face lit up, "Really?"

"Yes." Castiel answered, with a smile.

Dean looked at the two, God, he hopes they don't take forever to realize they're making heart eyes at each other, "Come on, we got a spot down there." Dean said, already walking away. Not bothering to wait for them.

"Is your brother always like this?" Castiel asked Sam, watching how in sync Sam and Bones were.

"No," Sam said, shaking his head, "he can be much worse."

Pulling a soft laugh out of Castiel, it was music to Sam's ears, "It's a good thing I have you as a better company."

"I'm not that great either." Sam warned.

"I'll be the judge of that," Castiel said, gently, "you have a personal bias." Placing a hand on Sam's shoulder, "So far, I like the company."

"I like your company too." Sam replied, patting Castiel's hand. Maybe he could forgive Dean for letting Bones go, just maybe.

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nuggeett875 · 3 months ago

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“Dean, No.” - Destiel

set in season 12

summary: Sam, Dean, and Castiel meet up with one of Castiel’s old Angel friends, but Dean get’s a bit jealous and annoyed of him.

Castiel and Dean had been in an official relationship for 3 months. They told Sam about it 1 month ago and were the happiest they had ever been. Even their mom had grown fond of their relationship-seeing Dean this happy for as long as she had been back.

Sam, Dean, and Castiel were waiting in the back corner of a diner close to midnight waiting for one of Casitel’s old Angel contacts from his time up in Heaven. Dean sat next to Castiel their hands locked beneath the table. “Dean, I already know how you’re going to be tonight, but please, please be nice. Just don’t say anything…Dean-ish.”

Dean pulled his head back, “And what is Dean-ish supposed to mean.” Sam laughed and answered for Cas, “You know when you get all grumpy and start saying the thoughts in your head out loud.” Dean just sat back and glared at him.

“So Cas, how do you know this guy-Daiel?” Sam asked leaning forward on the table. “We fought together in Heaven, I’ve known him the longest out of anyone there or here.” “Well that’s not all.” A voice said from behind them.

Team Free Will turned around and stood up when the saw a man standing to the side of the booth. “Hey Cassy.” He said as he hugged Castiel tight. Dean’s eyebrows drew together at this. Who was this guy that thought it was okay to touch Dean’s boyfriend.

“Look at you,” Daiel said as he pulled away still keeping his hands on Castiel’s arms, “even more handsome than the last time I saw you.” Dean glared at the angel and an angel sword dropped down from his sleeve.

Sam saw this and elbowed him, “Dean, no.” Rolling his eyes Dean put it away and reached out to grab Castiel’s hand pulling him back to his side. “It’s good to see you too.” Cas told Daiel.

“You must be Sam and Dean. Cassy told me a lot about you guys.” Dean hummed, “Yeah, Cas really hasn’t told us anything about you.” he said smiling smugly. Castiel groaned, “This is my friend Sam and my boyfriend Dean, my boyfriend who doesn’t listen very well.” Dean looked over at him a smiled.

Castiel looked over at Dean and rolled his eyes. It hadn’t been the first time Dean was jealous of somebody he thought was trying to hit on Cas. There had been a waitress a few weeks back that tried to get his number by writing it on his cup, when Dean saw this he had taken the cup and drank some of the coffee inside, then pressed a kiss to Castiel’s lips.

They all sat back down, Sam and Daiel across from Dean and Cas. “So what’s this meeting about. I’m guessing it’s not just because you missed me.” Daiel said winking at Cas. “No,” Cas started, “we need your help. There’s a sickness going around killing angels and we need to figure out how to stop it before anyone else dies.”

Daiel leaned back, “I’ve heard.” Dean looked over to him, “Well if you’ve heard why haven’t you been doing anything to stop it hm? You just hiding away?” Sam kicked Dean under the table and gave him a look of ‘shut up’.

Daiel smirked, “No actually, I’ve been working with a few other angels to figure out what it is. Can’t stop something you don’t know.” Dean simply rolled his eyes and gripped Cas’s hand tighter.

“Although I do have to say Cassy, I’m surprised you’re not on my team. With a strong, smart leader like you we could figure it out a whole lot faster. I have been trying to find you, but it seems you dropped off the map.”

Castiel nodded, “Yes, I’ve been helping Dean and Sam with some cases. I haven’t really been in any angel business lately.” He looked over at Dean and smiled. Daiel smiled and leaned across the table putting a hand on Castiel’s arm, “Still we can always use your help. I could use your help.” He looked Castiel in the eyes.

Dean shot up, “Alright we’re done here. We can figure this out on our own. Let’s go.” Sam grabbed Dean’s arm and pulled him back to the table. “Dean, maybe we should team up with them. It would help us figure out what this is faster and maybe they have a better way to stop it then what we have. Which is nothing.”

Dean groaned, “We can figure this out okay, we’ve been up against bigger things.” Cas stood up and gripped Dean’s jacket pulling him over to the hall leading to the bathrooms. Dean was looking down avoiding Cas’s puppy eyes. “Dean.” Castiel lifted his chin forcing his eyes up. “This it's important, my family is dying. I know that they may not like me at the moment, but they are still my family. You may not like Daiel but there’s nothing to worry about-they can help us.”

Dean sighed and nodded. “Alright, we’ll work with them.” Castiel smiled softly and pulled him in for a kiss. “By the way. It’s kind of hot when you’re jealous.” He whispered then turned and walked back towards the table.

……………………….

Sam, Dean, and Cas walking into a large office area that was filled with Angels. Daiel walked out of a main room with some people and stopped when he saw the 3. “Hey, thanks for coming guys.” Sam smiled, “Yeah, no problem. So what do we know?” Daiel lead them over to a table which had papers spread out across it, “We know that it’s something Biblical, there’s no current sicknesses that could cause such a big issue with Angels.”

“What if it’s not the Angels that are being affected. It could be their host bodies.” Castiel suggested. Daiel looked over at him and smiled, “Like I said, we need someone smart like you Cassy.” He winked and pulled Castiel over to look at some more papers. Dean grabbed the gun that was in the back of his jeans, “Dean, no.” Sam told him groaning, “What? It’s not going to kill him.”

Sam pulled him to the side, “Look I know you don’t like the guy, but right now we need to work with him, Angels are dying and anybody in this room could be next, that includes Castiel.” Dean groaned knowing Sam was right. “Fine. I’ll work with the douchbag.”

……………….

A few days later they had figured out what was killing the angels: a toxin that slowly destroyed the host bodies so that they wouldn’t know and by the time they did it was too late. Daiel walked over to Sam, Dean, and Cas with his hands in his pockets.

“Thanks again, we couldn’t have done it without you guys.” He looked over at Cas, “Especially without you.”

Daiel walked over and pulled Castiel into a hug staying in it for a minute or two. “I missed you Cassy. Don’t be a stranger.” Castiel pulled away and gave a confused look, “How could I be a stranger? We’ve known each other our whole existences.” Daiel laughed, “Never change Cassy.”

Dean and Cas got in the impala while Sam said a few thank you’s to the Angels really quick. Dean grumbled to himself, “Castiel. It’s Castiel.” Cas smiled and leaned forward wrapping his arms around Dean from the back seat, “Relax Dean, he’s called me Cassy for hundreds of years. But whatever you call me is my favorite thing to be called.”

Dean smiled and leaned his head back on Castiel’s shoulder before turning and kissing his jaw, “Thanks baby.” Castiel smiled, “That is definitely my favorite thing to be called by you.”

this. is. cheeeeeeesy. butttt i kinda like it so:)

^”this is my boyfriend, my boyfriend who doesn’t listen very well”

#destiel #casdean #deanwinchester #samwinchester #supernatural #castie #angels #garison #jealosy #jealousdeanwinchester

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themculibrary · 4 months ago

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Birthdays Masterlist 2

part one

A Piece of Cake (ao3) - happyaspie G, 4k

Summary: Peter wants to make a cake and asks his mentor for help. Tony reluctantly agrees not realizing what the kid is actually up to. …but once he figures it out… his heart feels full.

Baby, You're a Firework (ao3) - victoria_p (musesfool) darcy/steve G, 1k

Summary: Darcy's never been too excited about being born on the Fourth of July.

birthday bash (ao3) - Dibsanddabs bucky/steve/sam E, 4k

Summary: It’s Sam’s birthday, so what better way to celebrate than with a party!

“Steve was really terrible at hiding things. Sam had been able to see through him from the moment they met, when Steve’s flirting had been anything but subtle and his intentions were clear as the light of day. Which is why Sam knew that if he was going to find out anything about his birthday party it would be from Steve.”

Birthday Kisses (ao3) - rebelmeg pepper/tony G, 3k

Summary: One of Tony's fondest memories is the birthday kisses he'd get from his mom and his Aunt Peggy when they were still alive.

Now, decades later... Pepper, the Avengers and Co., and everyone else in Tony's life bring it back.

for the birthday boy (ao3) - steeeve sam/bucky G, 3k

Summary: All things considered; Bucky is fine. At least, he should be. Birthdays are supposed to be fun, right? It should be, unless it involves Sam Wilson. Then in which case, you’re fucked.

OR This is Bucky trying to impress Sam on his birthday, and his attempt of getting Sam the best birthday present ever with the help of their friends.

Happy Birthday Foggy Nelson (ao3) - beanbabesee matt/foggy T, 3k

Summary: 5 times Matt remembered Foggy's Birthday + the 1 time he forgot.

happy birthday steve rogers! (ao3) - CapsWinterSoldier steve/bucky E, 36k

Summary: For Steve’s birthday this year, Bucky gives him a month long gift in the form of naughty “coupons” that choose which sexual or relaxing (but mostly sexual) activity Steve and Bucky will get up to that day.

Happy Birthday, Tony Stark (ao3) - imawalkingtravesty T, 3k

Summary: But today would be different. Today was his birthday. Today Tony Stark was going to shut up and suck it up because he didn’t want people mad at him on his birthday.

In which Tony Stark is trying his best, and the rest of the team isn't making it easy on him.

how sweet it is (ao3) - Lies_Unfurl sam/bucky T, 6k

Summary: Sam and Bucky go wedding cake tasting. Except, they aren’t engaged. Or dating.

(Also, it’s Sam’s birthday. Which he totally isn’t celebrating, thank you very much.)

I'll be your gift, my Bucky (ao3) - WriterDMathis steve/bucky N/R, 6k

Summary: Today is Bucky's birthday but he feels he doesn't deserve it but Steve and the Avengers are here to prove that he does.

independence day (ao3) - eternalsojourn steve/tony E, 3k

Summary: It’s Independence Day, and Steve’s birthday. Tony thinks that even if Steve isn’t up for all the usual parties, Steve ought to celebrate somehow.

In these golden years (ao3) - Wolfsheart bucky/steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: Tony is not looking forward to his birthday. In fact, he's downright depressed about it, and no one knows why. Not even Tony's boyfriends Steve and Bucky understand why their beloved third is so down about his day to celebrate. Well, Loki knows, and he's got the perfect birthday present to cheer his friend up.

It's Not Just This Moment. (ao3) - Westgate (Harkpad) clint/laura G, 1k

Summary: Clint and Laura throw a first birthday party for Nate, and the team brings presents. This is just what each person gave to Nate Barton on his first birthday.

it was the strangest start (ao3) - kateausten scott/hope G, 6k

Summary: Scott and Hope celebrating Cassie's birthday together over the years <3

joie de vivre (ao3) - amonkeysue G, 470

Summary: Birthdays are never a dull time in the Barton-Romanoff family. Katie's fifteenth is no exception.

Mending Relationships, One Birthday At A Time (ao3) - Nastya_M_Steel pepper/tony T, 4k

Summary: It starts on Tony's birthday and escalates from then on.

Reflected (ao3) - Llamaal bucky/clint T, 5k

Summary: Clint had no plans for celebrating his birthday, and except for Nat, the team wasn't even aware of it. He wasn't expecting anything to surprise him, least of all one that would suddenly throw him into an alternate timeline where Captain America wasn't who he thought it was and he, apparently, was born a she. Clio had plans for her birthday, and she wasn't expecting to suddenly find herself switched with a male version of herself.

Ride 'em cowboy (ao3) - crazycatt71 bucky/clint E, 1k

Summary: Bucky gives Clint his cowboy fantasy for his birthday

the best birthday gift steve ever got (ao3) - DeducingLoki steve/bucky G, 6k

Summary: The 4th of July; a time of celebration, and for more than one reason. It’s also Steve Rogers’ birthday. These document the four best birthdays Steve ever had, with only one recurring factor in each of them; Bucky Barnes, his best friend. From 1924 to 2015, Bucky was always with Steve, even if Steve didn’t know it.

Today is a Gift (ao3) - lantia4ever tony/stephen T, 3k

Summary: Everybody enjoys celebrating Tony Stark's birthday. Everybody except Tony Stark.

Leave it to the Cloak of Levitation, a Sorcerer with a bag of party tricks and his friends to remind him why today is really worth celebrating.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #birthday #birthday masterlist

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shshshshshowrunner · 1 year ago

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Man, maybe not. Hero? you'd be surprised the feats they can accomplish with their lives on the line.

falling down a wikipedia hole trying to figure out what the fuck kind of animal i came from

#'hero' defined as 'demigod' or otherwise divinely assisted human/human-like creature.#and. alright.#but we'd be watching the pilot first at least. get you into the world. let you know why they're on this neverending roadtrip.#cas isn't in the pilot he only shows up in 4x01.#but its very important to me that you care about sam and dean because if you don't care about sam and dean #you can't meet cas where he stands. as he said in the confession 'he cared about the whole world because of dean'.#also its some essential world building. i won't make you sit through all of spn though some of it is RANCID bad.#i won't make you watch the racist truck episode (a town is haunted by the ghost of a racist truck)#(no. not a ghost POSSESSING the truck. the ghost OF. THE. TRUCK. the truck ITSELF is racist. and it is after dean's ex girlfriend)#(her name is Cassie we love her. she only appears in the racist truck episode though so if we were to meet her we would also have to #meet the racist truck.)#i will warn you im a bit touch averse right now so maybe i'll lean on you and put my head on your shoulder but #also feel free to ask questions about supernatural i unfortunately love this trash show.#OH also.#we all know cas is fuckable but dean is fuckable too i feel like i need to defend him. he's.... well #you'll see.#he unfortunately has some inherited sexism (sad!) but i forgive him and if i forgive him i think everyone else should too.#also he's pretty he has doll lips and freckles and green eyes and bowlegs and pretty eyelashes and he wears his father's leather jacket #hough.#im not attracted to him i swear. like fr. im nor attracted to dean im not a dean fucker but i believe in their beliefs #he's a pretty boy truely. i would give him soup and let him in from the rain. give him a blankey and try to get him to talk about his issue #sam would be fuckable except he's played by jared padeleki and some crimes can never be forgiven.#i'd give him a kiss on the cheek though. sam my darling sam.#i really appreciate you agreeing to watch this with me. like. when i talk about spn to xigbar i feel like i'm bothering him.#it will be nice and fun to have a friend that also cares about these three idiots that live in my head rent free.#i love sam. his. his email at stanford was 'lawboy'. LAWBOY. my darling my love my specialest little guy.#AUGHHH and fuck okay he really just wanted to get away from-#stanley would you takje a uquiz for me?

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peachparakeet · 1 year ago

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2023 Walkerverse Fanfiction Awards

Here's my choices for @theladywyn's fanfic awards event. Thank you to everyone who wrote fanfiction this year—I read so many great stories! Special shoutout to both @theladywyn and @walker-extended-universe for carrying the Walker fanfiction community. You guys are phenomenal!

+Favorite Character Centric Fic

Randall's Story by Descended_from_Hufflepuffs (@walker-extended-universe)

The title explains it all. Randall gets the love that he deserves. Honestly, we need more Randall fic.

+Favorite Angst Fic

when your floorboards start to rot, pray there are not bodies buried beneath by @theladywyn

His fist connects with real solid flesh and there’s a familiar surprised cry. Cassie.

A beautiful fic about accepting your past and learning how to be vulnerable. Plus, it really showcases Cordell and Cassie's relationship.

+Favorite AU (completely new setting) fic

Of Love and Honor by Descended_from_Hufflepuffs (@walker-extended-universe)

Cordell is the knight assigned to Princess Emily's personal protection. They were never meant to fall in love, but they do.

This is perfect for anyone who enjoys secret lover fics. For only a little more than a thousand words, it really ropes you into their relationship!

+Favorite AU (divergence from canon event) fic

See No Evil by sakuranomi808

An Alternate Universe story where Cordell doesn't leave for his undercover case with the Rodeo Kings after Emily's death and Liam becomes the District Attorney. Some things stay the same and some things very drastically change.

What can I say? This fic is beautifully written. It's a fascinating exploration into morality vs legality. It's the perfect mix of unsettling and tense and had me on the edge of my seat at times!

+Favorite WIP (a fic not yet finished)

What are the odds? by Descended_from_Hufflepuffs (@walker-extended-universe)

A strange coincidence leads to a mix up that our heroes may never recover from.... Assuming anyone realizes the mistake. Or: in which Cordell dies and Sam gets mistaken as a Texas Ranger.

An intriguing SPN/Walker fic. I would absolutely love to see where this goes. It sets up so much potential for a good emotional hurt/comfort fic!

+Favorite Episode Tag/Missing Scene Fic

To Lead Me Home by sakuranomi808

Timestamp between 3x15 and 3x16. A quiet, emotional moment between brothers when Cordell returns home to the ranch.

A sweet moment between the brothers shows how much their relationship has evolved since the beginning of the show.

+Favorite Sick!Fic

Hold my hair, Wipe my face by slytheringraven (@the-slythering-raven)

Cassie Perez really really should have stayed home today. She even had all her medical leaves intact because she never got sick. Until now, that is..

Such a cute story! This fic just highlights all that I love about Cordell and Cassie.

+Favorite Hurt/Comfort Fic

there's a white flag waiting just to find out what we're made of by @theladywyn

Things go very wrong at the medal ceremony for Cassie and August. 3x14 AU.

This is just *chefs kiss* This fic reminds us all why we hate Kevin Golden and why Cassie rules. As if it couldn't get any better, it also has such cute moments between Cassie and August!

+Favorite Ship Fic

Pounding Headache by Catxx

Trey keeps the fact that he gets migraines from Walker, which is fine until one hits.

Our Neck of the Woods by Descended_from_Hufflepuffs (@walker-extended-universe)

Liam convinced Ben to come out to one of the family cabins for a special couples get away. Ben still has his doubts but Liam can be very persuasive.

For those who like cozy, fluffy slash fic, these two are perfect for you!

+Fic You Can't Stop Thinking About

oh the past has no teeth, reaching for something it holds dear by @theladywyn

“I know I taught you better than that, Liam.” Cordell?! It’s been over twenty years since Liam last heard his big brother’s voice and he thinks this is it; he’s really and truly lost all his marbles.

Such an emotional fic! Had a few things gone differently in the show, I feel like this is something that could have happened.

+Funniest Fic

Tree Trouble by @theladywyn

AU. Firefighter!Cordell gets a call from Liam to rescue a cat stuck in a tree. This turns out to be a slight misunderstanding.

I knew right away that this was the funniest fic I've read this year. I absolutely adore the banter between the characters!

#walker fanfiction awards 2023

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