#this is actually from 'the bunker sitter'

[hairupintheair]

Me, watching anything Trolls related

[dulltoned]

i LOOOVE the search for piece, its such a comfort episode. honestly i used to hate the shows because of how they treated branch (and i get making him more goofy, not acknowledging his trauma very much, and making him true colors because of the tone of the shows don't really fit that) but i read somewhere about how he does act pretty arrogant at the beginning of tbgo but stops in trollstopia and therefore is treated nicer in trollstopia and that actually makes a lot of sense to me. idk, his characterization in trollstopia and the way people are generally more appreciative towards him in it feels so much easier to watch. if you havent already seen them, for a fun branch watch i recommend model behavior, fluffleberry quest, bunker tour, and bye bye bunker from tbgo. from trollstopia, i like branch out of water, life of pie, the bunker sitter, and ofc search for piece. again im sure youve already seen those and i prolly missed some but yea :) (ive also read that they wrote show branch's lines differently from how they would movie branch bc of their different voice actors)

I've been watching through the shows in their entirety the past week or so and I really enjoy them for the most part. The way that Branch is characterized in both shows is still really irritating to me sometimes even though I can appreciate the humor at the same time.

I honestly enjoyed the Beat Goes On more in general when it comes to Branch, I think, but I haven't finished TrollsTopia yet. I know that the lack of Branch in general and the dismissal of him at the beginning of Trollstopia bothers me a decent amount but the further I've gotten into it the more I've enjoyed Branch's parts.

Despite that, I adore Skylar Astin just as an actor and a musician so that's made the animated series version of Branch a lot more bearable to me considering I don't like how they treat him narratively overall.

There's a lot in the shows that I really hate when it comes to characterization and dynamics but I still really enjoy just watching them for fun. There are a few really good Branch moments that I adore but so far The Search for Piece is the only episode that I could really appreciate and enjoy in its completion. It doesn't have a punchline at the end that ruins the sincerity like Bye Bye Bunker did and it doesn't trivialize or belittle Branch like a lot of his episodes seem to. It's just really sweet and really nice and it struck a chord with me I doubt any other episode will really compare to.

I'll have to go back through the Beat Goes On to see which episodes you mentioned, though, I'm sure they were some of the ones I enjoyed the most!

[waywardimpalawriter]

My darling, I caught a cold - and since your requests seem to be open (?) I request Sam Winchester taking care of me in the bunker while Dean is on a hunt. Something teeth-rotting and fluffy? Friends to lovers is my thing. I need my Sam bear hug

Being sick sucks

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: fluff, tooth rotting sweetness,

Word count: 2,218

Summary: Of all things to knock you out of the next hunt no one could’ve guessed the flu would take you down.

Notes: Written for the very sweet @bison-writes hope you get better soon sweetie and that this helps even a little bit.

Tag list:

Forever’s: @chickensarentcheap @jedi-mando 

Being sick sucks: @deascheck 

“Seriously Sam go you don’t need to stick around getting sick. I’ve got all the home remedies, over the counter drugs and the dehumidifier. By the time you both come back this will have passed and I’ll be right as rain once again,” though the cough racking your frame speaks differently.

To which Sam gives you a look, “Call Cas have him…”

“No…” blowing your nose before it can leak out and embarrass you more than it already has. “No Cas I’m fine, nothing a little vitamin C and rest won’t cue. Cas doesn’t need to use what’s left of his grace on me.”

Small smirk tugs at Sam’s lip while looking towards Dean, “Before the rude interruption,” you so want to pop him for that comment but don’t have the strength. “Call Cas have him go with you as back up.”

“Sammy dude it’s a milk run seriously I can handle this by myself,” whiskey flecked green eyes roll as Dean turns, duffle bag over his shoulder.

“You go with him,” trying to move Mount Sam Winchester in your weakened condition only pulled a laugh from both men. “Not funny,” sticking your tongue out at them. “I don’t need a baby sitter. Took care of myself before the two of you came into my life and will continue to do so.” You try once more to push Sam forward the wave of dizziness that hits you nearly knocks you sideways. If not for Sam’s strong arms catching you seconds before hand.

“Sweetheart let Sam take care of you cause as I see it a good stiff breeze could knock you over right now,” though he teases there’s an under tone of worry to the deep cadence. “I’ve got this in the bag and will return in a few days.”

Wanting to growl in annoyance but the vibrations hurt your throat and the warmth of Sam’s body feels too good right in that second to do anything more than give a half hearted wave of your middle finger. Knowing you’re beat before actually putting up a fight. Hating to appear weak in the presences of either Winchester but mostly Sam. Your school girl crush having bloomed into something deeper over the years of hunting and now living beside him. Not that you’d ever speak a word of that out loud of course. Sam’s your best friend picks your up when things get a little rough, never lets your feel bad about yourself though there times when it’s what you want to do. He’s the guiding light back home to safety in this dangerous world of monster hunting.

“Coming on short stack to bed with you,” missing the way your eyes bug out at his words. Knowing he means it a hell’ve a lot different from the way you wish.

Pushing those thoughts aside to stay burrowed in his arms barely drawing in the scent of his body wash and old books through a very stuffy nose. The two of you make it back to your room. A short whine existing till a cough takes over having you gripping Sam’s arm weakly. A frown marring his handsome features as worry coats his thoughts. Hating to see you like this, but it gives the chance to take care of you and Sam’s willing to risk getting sick to nurse you back to health.

“Lay down to rest short stack,” seeing your eyes roll at the nickname that makes his smile. To Sam everyone’s short except very few for which he loves to tease you about. “Don’t give me that look I’m trying to help. Plus you know I can’t help myself you’re my leaning post after all.”

Wishing you could throw pillow at his teasing. “I know,” you toss over your shoulder sluggishly moving towards the bed and getting in. Already missing the warmth of Sam’s body, “You don’t have to stay Sam I can…”

“I’m gonna make you some tea grab my laptop so we can watch Game of Throne’s, Narcos and if your good with taking all your meds I might let you watch that King Arthur movie with that guy you like so much.” Tucking you in Sam leans down to kiss your forehead, “If you need anything while I’m in the kitchen text me.”

Nodding to grab for his hand giving it a squeeze, “Thank you,” feeling vulnerable right then. Not since your mom had someone taken care of you. Always landing on your shoulders to medicate and patch yourself up till the Winchesters came into your life.

“No thanks needed, I lo…. Care about you and wanna see you get better,” flashing that Winchester smile which normal turns your insides to jelly before leaving.

You snuggle down looking through your cell phone for distraction till another coughing fit hit’s and you have to blow your nose again. Fatigue settles across your body making your eyes heavy and another yawn to break over your features. Fighting sleep, at least till Sam returns with the tea, becomes futile and has as much luck bulldozing a building with a toy. Without realizing you drift off while snuggling into your pillow and dreams of a certain hazel eyed man.

Meanwhile, Sam gets back to the kitchen and starts the kettle for tea. Gathering different snack items for the both of you till later when he’ll call Jodi for a chicken soup recipe and hope he has all the ingredients. Till then he’ll stay with you keeping you hydrated and medicated to help push the flu from your body. Worry firmly boxed away, it’s the flu nothing life threatening but still he feels helpless. Knowing how much you hate getting sick, how it makes you feel vulnerable and not wanting to show no weakness. To which Sam always tells you to never worry about. Forever on the tip of his tongue to say how much he thinks you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. But knows you’ll dismiss the sentiment as it’s coming from him, your best friend. Shaking those thoughts away Sam gets back to work on gatherings everything up.

A balancing act ensues to get everything back to your room and make sure he doesn’t burn himself. The sight that meets him spreads a smile over his lips at how peaceful and beautiful you look even while sick. With light footsteps Sam enters and sets everything down, going to his room to scoop up the laptop. Pausing a moment with the idea to change into comfortable sweats and grab his own pillow. Sam returns to find you in the same position and he carefully crawls into bed beside you. Setting up to do a little research while you sleep in case Dean needs any help.

Over the course of the next days, coughing fits mixed with, fever sweats, getting you to eat mama Jodi’s chicken soup, and lots of used tissues your curled up beside Sam watching the last of season four of Game of Thrones. You’ve taken to snuggle against him for warmth when the fevers make you shiver and Sam hasn’t left your side unless to make food, refill drinks and meds.

Crazy as it sounds he’s grown to enjoy spending this time with you, helping you back to health. A return favor for all the times you’ve patched him up or nursed him back to health. But wishing it’s under different circumstances and not for hunter reasons either. That he could express those feelings galloping through his heart like a thoroughbred through lush pasture land. Every time he tries to work the courage up he remembers the failed relationships of the past. From Jessica to Sarah, Madison and Amelia the failed relationships make Sam a little gun shy about getting involved with someone else. Most of all someone he’s lost his heart to already and couldn’t live without.

Soft murmuring breaks him from those thoughts, looking down to find you asleep, head resting on his shoulder a sleepy little smile on your lips. Sore nose twitching as if getting ready to sneeze but passes and you settle back.

“I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me, what seeing you sick does and how I always want to keep the bad things from effecting you.” Brushing his fingers over your cool cheek, fever having passed and your on the mend. “To tell you I love you.”

“Finally tell her and she’s passed out cold?” Dean’s teasing voice comes from the doorway. Buries littering his face, busted lip and black eye, he sees the look on Sam’s face, “The other guy didn’t make it.” He quips motioning at the injuries, “This’ll heal Sam don’t worry.” Nodding towards you with worry in his normally sparkling green eyes, “How’s our girl doing?”

Another quick glance down finds your still asleep then back up towards Dean, “Better, her fever broke so I think it’s on the backside of the flu. Now it’s just resting and recouping her strength.”

“Hmm,” seeing the raised brow Dean shrugs. “We’ll take week before searching for another case. Maybe then you can play Casanova instead of Florence Nightingale.”

“Didn’t think you’d know either of those people Deano?” Yawning with a stretch to work out the kinks in your back. Your eyes open to look towards the doorway, “As usual you look like shit.”

Chuckling snort leaves his lips, “Ah princess you don’t look your best right now either. In fact you look like something the cat…”

However, a harsh cough from Sam cut off the rest of Dean’s answer, making you both look towards the younger Winchester.

“I’m sorry Sam I think you caught my cold,” apologetic look clouding your features.

“Quarantining this whole room neither of you leave. Better yet I’ll vacate while you sicko’s get better,” grabbing the door knob Dean closes it behind him shutting the two of you inside.

Looking towards you, a puzzled frown forms over his lips, “What’s with the smile?”

“No reason I just get to return the favor,” swallowing the smile you look at Sam with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. “Did you mean it?” Standing up to vampires, werewolves, demons you can do. But sharing your feelings became foreign a long time ago and scares the ever living shit out of you. Not till Sam have you ever considered letting yourself fall in love.

Wanting to play off what your asking about but one look into your worried eyes Sam thinks better of the idea. “How much did you hear?”

“All of it,” sitting up and pressing against the headboard, arms crossed you pick at the invisible fuzz on the blanket wrapped around you.

Watching the avoidance take hold, the way you won’t look at him. Till two long nimble fingers grip your chin, tipping your gaze towards his. “I meant what I said short stack,” making sure that you see the truth written in his eyes. “It scares the hell outta me…”

“It shouldn’t, been there, done that remember,” trying to lighten the atmosphere from thick as pea soup fog to a clear morning dawn. “I mean if it’s not… you don’t… its sisterly right?” Cadence shaking with emotions held tightly in check wanting to give Sam a way out if he truly didn’t feel the same kind of love you did.

Brushing his thumb over your bottom lip making a soft gasp to part your lips, amber flecked green eyes darken. Flicking between your eyes and down to your lips, his own steadily getting closer. Ghosting lightly over yours, “The way I feel about you baby I wouldn’t feel about a sister promise you that.”

Going to fully capture your mouth in a kiss, Sam quickly turns his head to let out another harsh cough and give you an apologetic look. To which a giggle bubbles from your chest at the timing of your confessions.

Finally finished coughing Sam clears his throat a playful glare on his features, “Find this funny?”

“Kinda but not getting you sick. That it took till now for us to finally admit our feelings,” taking the hand from your chin to intertwine your fingers.

Tugging you into a warm bear hug and against his chest, “You saying you have feelings for me? There not brotherly right?”

Pinching his side, another giggle slips free as you snuggle down into his embrace. “No not brotherly,” glancing up, “I love you Sam have for a while and true it scares me too but if you want we can work through it together.” You reach up to trace fingers over his face gently. Marveling at the fact he’s yours after wanting for so long.

Peace settles over his once rapidly beating heart. “I want but first you’ll have to nurse me back to health,” giving you a playful smile that turns into a sneeze which he turns his head to avoid getting you covered in germs.

“Bless you,” moving just a little to press a kiss to his forehead. “Always take care of you Sam just as I know you’ll always will take care of me.”

Arms wrap tightly around your waist, “We’ll take care of each other short stack, though thick and thin.” Pressing a kiss to your lips in promise of more to come.

[elavoyy]

Worn Wear Won Wars (aka Chuck Hansen Birthday Fic)

Chuck’s 17th birthday started as uneventful as any other day he spent in the shatterdome. He had woken up, trained, walked Max, showered, had breakfast, then trained some more.

The atmosphere in Sydney Shatterdome was filled with an undercurrent of anxiousness and anticipation, and a routined busyness as always. Everything seemed the same as yesterday.

He didn’t expect to see Herc before their afternoon combat training session, but there he was, sitting at their table in the mess hall at lunch, having a seemingly pleasant conversation with one of Striker’s J-techs.

If Chuck had learned anything during the past year of drifting with his father, it was that Herc hated when Chuck publicly demonstrated how disfunctional their relationship was. It hadn’t much to do with shame or pride, no. Rather everything to do with how private a person Herc was and how much he hated assumptions, particularly on their father-son relationship, and how the soldier in him expected his son to act like one at all times.

So Chuck cursed to himself inwardly and made way to where his father was sitting, tray in one hand and Max’s leash in the other. He took the seat with a mumbled ‘hey old man’, then picked Max up and dumped him in Herc’s lap. Almost a peace offering as good as any.

‘Hey kid,’ Herc replied, scraching behind the tail-wagging bulldog’s ears without any protest to the deliberate greeting, which really was a surprise to Chuck. But he made no comment on it, instead picked up his fork and started attacking on the egg salad.

It wasn’t often that he and Herc ate lunch together when their schedule didn’t overlap in the morning. Chuck preferred to get ahead the busy lunch rush and finish eating as quickly as possible while Herc usually waited until the last fifteen minutes before they stopped serving. And in his stubborn mind Chuck had always thought Striker’s team being seen together was more for appearances’ sake than them actually wanting to spend time with each other.

Which was why he couldn’t help feeling a little alert when Herc made no move to leave after he had obviously finished his food. He could feel the old man’s attention focusing on him even though he was still idly chatting with the J-tech across the table.

That was another thing with sitting side by side with your drift partner, no wire or machine was needed to feel the other’s existence in the back of your mind, nor does every intention need to be read through body language or eye contact.

Finally Chuck broke his silence when the J-tech left the table and Herc showed no sign of following, ‘Don’t you have something better to do than sitting around, old man?’

Herc glared at him for a second and said: ‘Don’t call me that.’ Then he looked down at Max, clearly avoiding eye contact, which he rarely did and that just got Chuck more on edge.

Now that Chuck actually turned to look at him, he could see the slight awkwardness on Herc’s face. The typical “I have something to say but I don’t know how” face which could only mean the next thing that comes out of his father’s mouth would be either extremely infuriating or tremendously embarrassing. Great. Chuck regretted not just take his lunch and leave when he had the chance. He was having an okay day until then and really wasn’t in the mood for emotional conflict.

He was just about to get up and leave but of course Herc sensed his retreat and stopped him before he could.

‘Striker’s crew wants to throw you a party.’ Herc said, in a carefully neutral tone.

‘What?’ Chuck asked. Because none of the words Herc just said made sense to him.

Looking at Chuck’s furrowed brows and genuinely confused face, Herc sighed, ‘They knew it’s your birthday today. And they wanted to celebrate. They asked me to ask you if you were down.’

Chuck looked at Herc like he’d just lost his mind. ‘What? No! Why?’ Then he realised he was probably over reacting a bit, so he lowered his voice, ‘No. What were they thinking? This isn’t a fucking summer camp. And why didn’t you just tell them that?’

Herc, surprisingly let the swear word slide, just shrugged. ‘I told them a surprise party would be a very bad idea. And that you probably won’t say yes.’

‘A surprise party.’ Chuck repeated dryly. Just saying these words out loud made Chuck want to grimace. Yes it’s only been a little more than half a year since he started working with these people, but nevertheless they should know that Chuck passionately hated both socialising and surprises. A surprise party. If Chuck didn’t know better he would think they were trying to get back to him for breaking Striker’s fingers on their last drop.

‘They mean well.’ Herc said, ‘And you can’t blame them for finding every excuse to let loose a bit, eh?’

That last comment brought up some unpleasant memories for both of them, and for a short moment Chuck didn’t know what to say.

‘Besides, it’s your first birthday as a Ranger. Reckoned you’d want to celebrate.’ Herc stood up and made to collect both their empty trays. ‘I’ll just tell them that you don’t then.’

Chuck picked up Max’s leash and followed his father’s movements without thinking, still feeling a little off balance with what Herc just said, though he couldn’t quite figure out why.

Herc turned to face him at the door way and hesitated, but in the end he just clapped Chuck’s shoulder and said: ‘see ya later, eh kid?’ Then walked away.

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Their training session that afternoon went as well as training sessions could go, leaving them with sore muscles and aching bones and a wonderful aftertaste of adrenaline rush. To Chuck’s relief, Herc didn’t mention anything about birthdays or parties or surprises again, so all in all Chuck was quite happy with how this day ended, now all that left to do was to shower, get some food, then go back to his bunker and do some reading before bed while cuddling with his dog.

Chuck was about to go pick Max up from his sitter—a nice mechanic lady who works in the workshops in the hangars, before heading to the mess hall, when Herc called out to him.

‘Chuck, wait.’ Herc strode down the hallway and gestured for him to follow, ‘Come for a sec, got something for ya.’

‘What now, old man?’ Chuck’s tone was sceptical and wary, as he seamlessly fell into step with his father, ‘This isn’t about that party bullshit again, is it?’

‘Watch it kid.’ Herc warned without really meaning it. ‘No, it’s not. I got something for your birthday, you little wanker.’

Now Chuck wasn’t expecting that. See, after Angela had died, the Hansens just didn’t do birthdays anymore. Mostly because they were usually apart at the times, and evidently calling to say “Happy Birthday” was beyond their capabilities. In the past six years, Herc had gotten Chuck exactly one birthday gift, and that gift was probably getting a belly rub from a nice little lady in the mechanic shop at this moment. So Chuck really didn’t know how to respond, except with his usual “when confused with emotions, act like a little shit” tactic.

‘Since when do you care about anyone’s birthdays?’ Chuck scoffed as they came to a stop in front of Herc’s room, ‘Is it a head injury or just being old?’

‘For fucks sake, Chuck. Can you stop being a brat for one second and accept that people actually care about you?’ Herc pulled the metal door open with an unnecessary amount of force, and purposely ignored the loud noise when it smashed against the wall. He rolled his eyes when Chuck was startled at the sound. ‘And I’m not even forty. Get in.’

Chuck sat on the desk chair and watched Herc close the door behind him, then went straight to pull something out from the cupboard in the corner.

‘Here, try it on.’ Herc threw the jacket at Chuck’s head, but Chuck’s reflex was way too fast to get hit.

It was a leather bomber jacket, dark coloured with short faux fur lining the collar. The leather dull but thick and resilient, the weight heavy and the touch soft. Striker’s logo was sewn onto the right upper arm, its colour vibrant and stitches new, a jarring contrast to the old leather. But Chuck’s eyes were caught on the back, where a little Kaijiu head was spray painted to the left.

‘You got me a second hand bomber.’ Chuck was trying to sound judgmental but he couldn’t stop himself from tracing his hand along the Striker logo and the soft leather over and over.

‘I wore it in Hong Kong.’

Chuck looked up at Herc, there was reminiscence in his eyes, which quickly dissolved into smugness when he saw how carefully Chuck had caressed the garment.

‘It’s probably a bit big for you now, but you’ll grow into it, hopefully.’ Herc said with a smirk.

‘Yeah yeah, and soon it’ll be too small.’ Chuck grinned in that way when he knows he’s being a brat.

‘You wish.’ Herc chuckled, shook his head, then opened the door and waved a hand, ‘Now get out of here and go eat your veges.’

Chuck folded the jacket over his arms and walked through the door, then turned back to look at his father, who was looking at him with the same expression as at lunch, and said: ‘Thanks, dad.’

Herc smiled at him, and for some reason, looked almost relieved as he replied: ‘Happy birthday, Chuck.’

Chuck nodded once and walked away, he never heard the loud clang of a metal door before he turned the corner.

Fin.

[i-never-look-away]

I Keep Myself Busy With The Things I Do, But Everytime I Pause I Still Think Of You

Alex is missing. Michael finally breaks.

I attempted to write a short angsty prompt and it grew a bit, according to my abilities that is.

Thank you again to my lovely and encouraging friends. This is for all of you.

Also on AO3

“I think you need stitches”

Michael barely realizes Liz is talking, even when she pokes around the gash near his temple. It should hurt, and he can register in his mind somewhere that it does, but he doesn’t have the time or care to focus on that feeling right now. He knows that head wounds always bleed a lot, he’s sure it’s not as big a deal as she’s making it out to be. He didn’t even realize till he was halfway to Max’s that he had even hurt himself enough to be bleeding. He still can’t believe that he fell down those last steps on his bunker. He was in a hurry and wasn’t paying attention. He doesn’t have time to be worrying about things like that. Alex doesn’t have time for him to be worrying about things like that.

He doesn’t know how long Liz has been trying to get his attention, didn’t even realize she was still talking until the papers he was looking at are ripped out of his grasp.

“What the hell Ortecha????”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last couple minutes. You can look up from the research for one minute and focus on what I’m saying.”

“Those papers are our best lead to finding Alex. Are you seriously trying to slow down the process of rescuing Alex because you want to chat?”

It’s a dick comment. He knows it is as he’s saying it, but he can’t seem to stop himself and he’s honestly not sure if he cares at this point. He’s got a lot to apologize for, he knows, but until they get Alex back and he’s in his arms, he can’t even begin to worry about anything else. He knows his family and friends are concerned about him. They’ve all seen him fall apart before, but never quite like this. He knows this is a whole different level and they are helpless to do anything.

But it’s Alex, and he can't, he can’t…

“MICHAEL”

It startles him and pulls him out of his momentary spiral that he doesn't have time for. He realizes belatedly that the table and everything on it were beginning to rattle before she got his attention.

“I’m choosing to ignore what you just accused me of because I know how much you’re hurting right now. But don’t you dare ever say anything like that to me again. He’s my family too.” She replies calmly and lethally.

He swallows and nods. He briefly sees Liz’s gaze soften a little and give him a slight smile that lets him know for now he’s forgiven and reminds him once again she’s probably the most forgiving person he’s ever met. He knows he’s been so selfish. That he is far from the only one affected by Alex missing. Everyone has mostly let it slide though because they seem to all finally be on the same page in understanding what Alex means to Michael. What he’s always meant to Michael.

They understand that through the good and bad, Alex is as important and essential to Michael as breathing is.

They’ve been witness to the past few months as they tried to convince themselves they needed to move on and failed spectacularly. They saw them argue and fight over jealousy, betrayal, and past hurts. They watched as they slowly became the friends they never got the chance to be before, watched as it was clearly starting to blossom into something beautiful like it was always meant to. And then they saw when it all fractured with Alex returning the ship piece he’d been holding on to the last few months.

He feels his jaw clench so hard he’s afraid his teeth will crack when he thinks about the ship piece and the last words they said to each other before Alex disappeared and he was thrown in this current nightmare.

Michael had known that Alex was sincerely apologetic and remorseful about keeping the piece from him, and to be fair he understood why he did. He often had thought of hiding anything that he could that would prevent Alex from going back to the Air Force each time he came to visit.

So all Michael could focus on was that when they were finally making progress and on the same page, Alex was willingly giving him the piece he needed, both of them fully aware it would mean he could leave the planet if he wanted.

But all Michael wanted was for Alex to tell him not to use it, to ask him to stay. And all Michael knew was that Alex didn’t feel he deserved to say those words. So they reverted to old habits and lashed out at each other, and then retreated to lick their wounds. And a few days later before anything was fixed, Michael got the call that turned his world upside down.

And now Alex is gone and Michael didn’t get to tell him that he doesn’t even care about the stupid ship. He stopped caring the second he kissed Alex at the reunion and felt at peace for the first time in 10 years. He’d throw it against the nearest wall and watch it shatter if it meant he got to see Alex face for even a second.

He didn’t even realize that Kyle had arrived or was in front of him until he was once again yanked out of his thoughts. Kyle gives him the option of a bandage or stitches, he says he would prefer that Michael get stitches. Michael chooses the bandage. There's no time for the stitches and Michael finds he’ll take any opportunity to contradict the doctor. He feels a voice in his head tell him he isn’t being fair. It sounds like Alex and that somehow just pisses him off even more. He doesn’t care right now that Kyle has been nothing but helpful and determined since the moment Alex was missing. The only thing Michael sees are either clues or obstacles and everything that doesn’t get them closer is just a hindrance to him.

He looks around the room to see everyone there talking to each other, there’s just too much noise and he needs to focus so he grabs some of the papers, intent to go to one of the many bunkers and get some actual work done. He vaguely hears something about a meeting about to take place and how he needs to stay put.

Screw that, he thinks. He doesn't have time for all of them getting together and admitting they still have no idea where Alex is. They don’t need a meeting for that and he’s tired of wasting time all so that everyone can check on him under false pretenses. He isn’t ok, he's willing to tell anyone that asks and he knows they already know. He doesn’t need an intervention. They can confront him all they like when Alex is back safe and sound, but for now if they aren’t going to be solely focused on bringing back his person, then he doesn’t have the time or patience to be in the same room as them.

He’s halfway to the door when his legs suddenly forget how to move. Isobel just walked through, and while she looks concerned and wrecked, his eyes are frozen on several feet below her face. On Alex’s beagle, Buffy.

Buffy, who everyone fell for hard the second Alex brought her home. They often argued and drew straws to see who got to take care of her when Alex needed a dog sitter. They insisted he brings her to every meeting and gathering they had and she loved every second of it, basked in the attention and belly scratches. Right now she’s in the company of loved ones, but Buffy is standing next to Isobel looking unsure and lost. And sad.

“She was only alone for a few hours at the most before Kyle came by and realized Alex was missing. She was locked in the bedroom but was completely unharmed. A couple of us have been trading off taking care of her. She’s ok Michael.” She pauses a beat, clearly unsure if she should continue. “She just misses him.”

Isobel’s words temporarily break through the ringing in his ears as he stares at Alex’s precious dog. He can hear Isobel’s tone, hear how she’s trying to make him feel better, to calm him down.

He’d been so consumed with his anger and determination over the past couple days he’d forgotten about Buffy. He looks down at her and sees her staring up at him. The look on her face isn’t what it usually is when she sees him and it’s just wrong. It’s all wrong.

The end of that leash should be in Alex's hand right now. Scratch that, she shouldn’t even be here. She’s supposed to be at the cabin, running around the front yard, picking up every other stick than the one Alex actually threw. She’s supposed to be laying in front of the fire, asleep and snoring while he and Alex spend more and more time together. She’s supposed to be rushing through the door the moment Alex opens it when he comes home, so excited to see him and greeting him with so much love and trust.

But she’s not doing any of those things. She’s not with Alex like she’s supposed to be. Alex is gone and she’s here and she looks like he feels and, and  

He hears a bone-chilling wail and before he can completely understand what happened, he finds that the sound came from him and that he’s suddenly on his knees on the floor.

He can’t breathe and he leans down on his hands to try to center himself. He immediately can tell it’s not working because he feels things around him starting to move and hears everyone trying to get his attention. He registers Isobel and Max kneeling in front of him but he can’t hear anything they’re saying. He feels like he’s underwater, he can’t breathe and everything is muffled. He feels the panic seizing at his chest, it’s like he’s being told all over again that Alex was missing. Only this time he can’t seem to hold on to the rage that kept him focused. All he can feel and think is despair. He loses time while he’s fighting to contain the chaos that is spilling out of him.

He hears a commotion but can’t pay it much mind while he’s busy trying to get his powers back in check. He needs his hands on a guitar, except he knows that isn’t enough. He needs Alex. He’s the only thing that has ever truly calmed him down and quieted his soul.

He knows everyone is wanting to help but afraid to make things worse, they know he hasn’t been reacting well to comforting or any kind of touches lately. So he’s completely caught off guard when he feels a slight nudge to his arm, followed by a lick to his face. He looks to the side to see Buffy sitting there, watching him with the most kind and knowing eyes. They remind him of her owner’s and he’s briefly transported to 10 years ago when he was offered a place to stay and he found a home. He gets lost in those caring eyes for a second and next thing he knows he’s hearing that same voice in his head from before, this time telling him to take a deep breath.

It takes him a second, but he finds he can finally do it. He starts counting to 5 with each inhale and exhale and when the fog starts to lift he sees that the room has stopped spinning and shaking. Literally and figuratively.

With his head clearing up, he finds he can’t help but be amused. Of course the only other thing that can calm him down would still be linked to Alex.

He sits back on his legs and tentatively reaches out and when Buffy welcomes the touch he strokes over her head and back with his left hand. He hasn’t allowed anyone to touch that hand since Max healed it. He’s kept it covered with a bandana because it didn’t feel or look right. But now he runs that hand along smooth fur and lets the feel of it ground him. He imagines Alex sitting in his cabin at nights doing the exact same thing, seeking comfort in this innocent and loving animal. He doesn’t care if it's crazy, it’s the first time since Alex has been taken that he feels that connection to him that always brings him a sense of peace. He opens his eyes and looks down at her and damn him if she doesn’t seem to know exactly what he’s thinking. He can’t help but smile.

“Thank you sweet girl. How about we work on getting him back ok? I think we can both agree this whole mess is starting to get old.”

She gives him a little yip and licks his hand and he chuckles at her through the tears.

It’s perfect timing really because next thing he knows, both of Alex’s brothers are walking through the door. He swears they both have a swift punch to the face, or in Flint’s case, throat coming for what they’ve put Alex and honestly Michael through. But right now they are actually useful and seem to genuinely want to help Alex. And he’ll take anything he can get at this point.

He can see by the looks on their faces as they talk to Kyle that they have good news for once and so Michael takes one last deep breath and realizes he’s still on the floor so he moves to stand up only to be greeted by two hands offering help. He looks up to see Max and Isobel, each offering a hand. He grips both and they pull him up. He feels such gratitude in that moment for them. They’ve been there for him every moment and step of the way these last couple days. Even when he lashed out and even though Alex is technically Isobel’s new best friend so she’s been sick with worry herself, they have focused entirely on him. Even now all he sees is concern and understanding in their eyes. He sees the compassion that he always wanted to see, and maybe was always there but buried beneath years of lies and secrets and bitterness between them. He doesn’t offer an apology now, he knows the look on his face is the best he can currently give. And they both seem to accept judging by the way they both give him a smile.

They lead him over to the couch and sit on either side, continuing to offer silent support.

With everyone else settled, Buffy climbs in his lap and settles in. She’s a comforting presence no matter how heated the conversation gets as they all realize that a confrontation is hours away. But he continues to hold on to her and stay focused. She’s counting on him and he won’t fail her. Or Alex.

[lonely-bored-writer]

Winchesters meet the Phantoms Ch. 23

"Hey, long time to talk." Danny mused into the phone, eyes trailing over the various science questions on his screen. "What's new?"

"Hey Danny." Sam's voice filtered through the speaker. Having known the brothers this long, you can just tell the type of mess their in.

"What life-altering drama did you stir up?" Danny asked before Sam's could continue, taking in the sigh.

"Remember how we lost Lucifer after he went of the rails?" A noise of confirmation was all the younger man gave. "Well, turns out he decided to give the president a whirl."

"Wait... The president? Like United States president?" Danny gasped, shocked that the world was actually being ran by the devil himself. Not just as a metaphor. "You've got to be kidding me."

"He hid out from the world as the president. Had an affair with someone who works with him."

"She got pregnant, didn't she." Danny sighed, even Satan needs to realize the reasons for condoms. " Does that make the child some kind of hybrid?"

"He's a Nephilim, over all we have everything under control." Sam answered. "The thing is that we have something we need to do, and we need someone to watch Jack."

"Sam, I'm flattered you trust me to watch over a powerful baby... BUT I don't do kids." Danny denied, turning to face the window. His mind drifting to his friends. "I can't image Sam or Tucker doing that as well."

"He's not a baby." Sam sighed, Danny could pick up the sound of rustling. "It's... It's complicated. Look, if you have too many classes we can find someone else to come to the bunker. Only if you're free."

Danny paused, eyes scanning the sky as thoughts ran through his head. What classes does he have this week? His psych and astronomy teachers' called out, he had one other class, which was today... Which he already completed. That leaves him free the rest of the week...

"Danny?"

"Yea, sorry." Danny cleared his head turning back to the computer. "How long do you need a sitter?"

"Won't be anymore then a few days, I promise." Danny heard the hope in Winchester's voice and couldn't help but cave.

"Okay... I'll be there with in the hour."

`"Wait, what?" Danny nodded at the shocked look his friends gave him. "Shouldn't the president be protected? Like what if something happened? What if something worse happened and some takes him over and wages war?"

"Do you really think a hunter could make his way to talk to the president and not be deemed crazy?" Tucker rolled his eyes, before shifting the topic. "My issue is that Sam and Dean want you to baby sit the anti-Christ?"

"We don't know that, Tuck." Danny sighed, shaking his head."Jack could clearly be a nice kid, but yea. I'm going soon."

"Is this a smart idea?" Sam M. asked, turning a stern glare on the halfa. "College isn't like high school Danny, they will kick you out." Danny held back another sigh when he realized where this was going.

"I know Sam, but I don't have any classes this week." Danny retorted. "I haven't seen the brothers in forever, and it'll be nice to visit that bunker their always talking about."

"Danny's got a point." Tucker chimed, shrugging at the look the goth gave him. "He won't miss anything."

"Ugh, fine." Sam M. groaned, relaxing her posture. "You can go, on one condition."

"What?" Danny questioned, feeling the already building regret before he even agreed. He told Sam he would be there, he couldn't back out now.

"You have to go to that dance with Anita and me." Sam said, earning a groan from the short of the two and a laugh from the other male. "Tucker you should know, you're coming too. I'm picking the suits.

"I'll be back in a few days." Danny mumbled into clothed shoulders, arms wounded around his boyfriends waist. "You don't have to worry much."

"Me, worried? Always." Theo pulled back, giving the small man a grin. "You don't have to worry too much about me, go, enjoy meeting your friend's kid. I just wish you two could have meet in better circumstances."

"Yea, but better late then never I guess?" Danny sighed, looking into brown eyes. "I have to get going soon though, or I'll miss the flight."

"Kansas is an awful long way." Theo pouted. "Can't take a plus one?"

"I could, but you got classes and work babe." Danny planted a peck on his lips, before pulling away. "Now you need to head out before you're late to work." Before Danny could move again, he found himself pulled onto the bed in a flash.

"Or we could just stay here." Theo spoke in a sing song voice, wrapping himself around his lover. Danny laughed, rolling over to face him.

"I really have to go." Danny sighed, placing a hand against tan cheek.

"But baby it's cold outside." Theo sang, a cheeky grin laced his face.

"Theo" Danny laughed, placing a kiss on the taller's nose. "as much as I love your classic songs, I really do... Can't be late."

"I know, just don't know what I'll do without by baby here." Theo whined, nuzzling his nose into unruly hair. "Whose gonna hear me complain about that bitch Rebecca?"

"I always have a phone, love." Danny chuckled, pulling them both up to sitting. "One last goodbye kiss, then I really must go."

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2019 Day 23: Mutual Pining

Falling Awake | @wildsofourhearts Rating: General Word Count: 2530 Main Tags and Warnings: Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel and Dean Winchester Being Idiots, Post Michael 2.0, Castiel is a mother hen Summary: After Michael is killed by Team Free Will 2.0, Dean ends up in the Empty, Michael's grace pulling a sliver of his consciousness there. The Cosmic Entity calls him out on not realising Castiel is in love with him. Dean needs to decide what to do with that information as he wakes up home.

It Started with a Fanfic Competition | @tenoko1 Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 124540 Main Tags and Warnings: characters write fanfiction, Humor, so much fluff, Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Accidental Plot, UST, Everybody's a BAMF, Cases go wrong, Personal Growth, Sibling Bonding, Found Family, Best Friends, PTSD, Therapy, Alternate Season/Series 12, Unlikely Friendships, Family Bonding,Tropes, Charlie Lives, Everyone Has Issues, Family Feels, Drama & Romance, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Wayward Sisters Summary: What started off as a game becomes a journey of friendship, love, and personal growth; filled with all the ups-and-downs that will make and bind a family.

The Park | @dmsilvisart Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2155 Main Tags and Warnings: friends to lovers, implied affair, marriage, talk of children, marital problems Summary: It the park where they met 10 years previous, it's the park where their friendship turned relationship threatens to end now.

The One Rule Club | @spinnerjen Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4032 Main Tags and Warnings: Smut, Rough Sex Summary: Summary: There is only one rule... Consent.

begin & end there | @reallyelegantsharkfish Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7677 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Catfishing, Online Relationship, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mental Health Issues, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Sad Boy Castiel, Phone Sex, Texting, Oral Sex, Loss of Virginity, Fluff Summary: Dean: You’re not who you say you are Cas has always known it might come to this — Dean knowing the pathetic reality of him — and he always knew whatever they were doing couldn’t last. Eventually Dean would see through his excuses. Eventually he would meet someone like James: handsome, successful, confident. Someone that deserves Dean’s attention.

Cas Stuff | @suckerfordeansfreckles Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4731 Main Tags and Warnings: alpha/beta/omega dynamics, alpha!Cas/omega!Dean, pining, misunderstandings, angst, best friends to lovers, very brief Meg/Cas kiss, knotting Summary: Since Cas and Dean moved into their shared apartment closer to their college, but especially since Dean started making more and more new friends in classes and on campus and at parties, things changed. Dean changed, their friendship changed — but Castiel didn’t. Still, if it weren’t for Dean’s handwriting, blue ink on white paper, Cas would never believe Dean would be this cruel. Would never think Dean would sit down and write an actual list about all the things he hates about Cas. A list. Titled “Cas Stuff”.

Faithfully | @wigglebox  Rating: Mature Word Count: 29198 Main Tags and Warnings: Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, recovery, Road Trips, Somnophilia, Bed Sharing Summary: Post-Michael Dean is struggling to recover after essentially suffering a 'cosmic stroke'. The thing he wants the most is a road trip, but with only one person.

Of Flowers and Flours | @lemonsorbae Rating: General Word Count: 4217 Main Tags and Warnings: Fluff, First Kiss, Florist Castiel, Baker Dean, Alternate Universe, mutual pining Summary: Castiel owns a floral shop, Dean owns a bakery.

Lucky | @breathingdestiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1529 Main Tags and Warnings: au, best friends to lovers Summary: “He knows he is being far more dramatic than the situation warrants—Cas is only leaving for six months—but Dean has only recently realized that he is in love with his best friend and now he has to watch him leave.”

Dream House | @breathingdestiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 26622 Main Tags and Warnings: au, celebrity!dean, misunderstandings Summary: Castiel Shurley and his best friend Dorothy Baum have decided to move in together. After his aunt assumes they are dating, she offers them money for the house, but only if they apply for a famous reality show ‘Dream House’. Since they could use the money and he doesn’t want to come out to his aunt, Castiel and Dorothy agree to fake date for the show. But things go wrong when Dorothy falls in love with the show’s producer and Castiel starts to develop feelings for one of the hosts. Dean Winchester is a co-host of ‘Dream House’, along with his brother. Sam, being a realtor, finds a fixer-upper and Dean turns it into a perfect house for their clients. Even though he has what most people only dream about, Dean is incredibly lonely. He had bad experiences with relationships in the past and he doesn’t think he will ever meet anyone who can earn his trust. Until he meets Castiel.

Solitary Flights and Second Chances | @pherryt Rating: General Word Count: 7415 Main Tags and Warnings: Major Tom, Science Fiction, astronaut!dean, estranged Cas and Dean, Pining, hurt!Dean, sabotage, some homophobic language and behavior, Confessions, Second Chances, Sick!Dean, Angst, happy/hopeful ending Summary: All Dean's life, all he wanted was to go into space. He's sacrificed a lot on the way to that dream. Now he has it and he realizes... he sacrificed too much. Way too much. Sabotage, injury and an aborted trip are a strange way to get back the things he lost... that most precious thing of all... but if he can salvage something good from all this, he'll take it. he just needs to get back home alive, first.

After All These Years | @peanutbutterjelly-pie Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 99909 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, Single Parent Dean Summary: In which Dean finds himself at a wedding as Jo's fake boyfriend against his will, groaning and complaining the whole time, but still trying to appear all handsome and perfect and utterly in love since he's an awesome friend like that (and since Jo would make his life a living hell otherwise). And just when he begins to think that it won't be so bad to eat tons of free food and let his daughter Emma enjoy the festivity his gaze suddenly meets the two bluest eyes in existence and the world stops to move for a moment. Because of course the groom's brother turns out to be his old high school crush Castiel – the only person Dean was never able to forget – and things start to become really complicated all of a sudden.

Autobiography of Black | @drawlight Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14907 Main Tags and Warnings: Pining, Romance, Feelings Realization, Baking, Fallen Angel Castiel, Bunker Fic Summary: Castiel knows all human languages; Dean has never been particularly good with words. (Or: an examination of pies and stars.)

Sending A Raven | @saltnhalo Rating: Explicit Word Count: 38677 Main Tags and Warnings: Viking AU, temporary character death, mutual pining, magic Summary: When Dean, the Viking jarl of Týrvik, leaves on a raid to combat the enemy warriors attacking their ships, his husband Castiel is left to protect and lead the village. The ships return barely a week later, with damaged timbers and a devastated, leader-less crew, and suddenly Castiel finds himself not only in a position of leadership for which he is ill-equipped, but terrified for the safety of his captured husband. With the possibility of a spy somewhere in the village’s midst, Castiel leaves his people under Sam’s care and departs on the journey north to where they think Dean is being held, in a desperate attempt to rescue him before it’s too late.

Kelp! I Need Somebody | @andimeantittosting Rating: Explicit Word Count: 27090 Main Tags and Warnings: canon divergent from 13x23, case fic, mutual pining Summary: It’s been a week since Michael was defeated and Dean freed, but Castiel can’t seem to get back on the horse. Dean, on the other hand appears to have bounced back completely, with one small exception: he no longer dares touch the now-human Cas at all. When they receive a call from Jesse and Cesar to come investigate a series of mysterious drownings near their New Mexico ranch, Dean jumps on the job, much to Cas and Sam’s dismay. But more challenging than the kelpie they encounter, Jesse and Cesar’s relationship holds up a mirror, showing Dean and Cas the future they wish they could have. When Rowena and Charlie get involved, a shake-up is inevitable.

Sometimes, it's better to be alone | @notfunnydean Rating: General Word Count: 3724 Main Tags and Warnings: Dean thinks Sam and Cas are dating, crying Dean, jealous Dean Summary: When Dean discovers, that Sam and Castiel are in a relationship, he does the right thing. He runs.

Only Children and Fools Tell the Ttruth | @notfunnydean Rating: General Word Count: 4163 Main Tags and Warnings: De-aged Cas, De-aged Dean, curses, baby sitter!Sam, shy!Dean, Dean has no filter as a kid Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Sam finds himself with two children alone in the woods. Dean doesn’t seem to trust him at first, but he cares about Castiel even more and lets a well kept secret out.

I've fallen in love many times… but always with you | @notfunnydean Rating: General Word Count: 2660 Main Tags and Warnings: Castiel is in love, Dean is jealous, sneaky Castiel, obvious Dean, first kiss Summary: Dean and Cas are alone in the bunker, when Castiel wants to know if Dean has ever been in love. In return Castiel tells him about a special person he is in love with. Dean needs to know more. For reasons.

Genie in a Bottle | @thursdays-fallen-angel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 29454 Main Tags and Warnings: Genie!Cas, side Dean/Lisa Summary: When Dean finds (okay, steals) a bottle containing a strange, glowing blue substance, he does so thinking it's a cool novelty, at best. It didn't exactly cross his mind that the substance might be a living being, let alone a grumpy, sarcastic, perpetually-underdressed genie waiting for a new master. But now that he has a bona fide genie at his disposal, well-what better chance will he have to help things along with Lisa? Except, things don't always go as expected, relationships are complicated, magic is never the solution, and sometimes the person you want isn't the person you need.

Lost Time | @mittensmorgul Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 7963 Main Tags and Warnings: Fluff and Angst, Dean Winchester Uses Actual Words, Mutual Pining, Post-Canon, Newly Human Castiel, Love Confessions, First Kiss Summary: Dean figured Cas was only trying to let him down easy. He needed a little bit of time to figure out how to deal with it.

Take Residence In My Bones | @babybluecas Rating: Mature Word Count: 34667 Main Tags and Warnings: implied major character death, canon divergent, angst, angelic possession Summary: Being chained to a comet is not how Dean would describe an angelic possession. It’s dark, it’s scary and most of all, confusing. When, with help of Castiel’s voice, he manages to make sense of the new experience, he finally finds some peace of mind not only for himself but for the angel as well. While their relationship unfolds in the seclusion of Dean’s head, the final battle of the Civil War in Heaven approaches inexorably and every step of their hunt for Raphael gets them closer to not being so close anymore. The question is: will Dean be able to let go?

The Return Policy | @castielrisingabove Rating: Mature Word Count: 32550 Main Tags and Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Witch Castiel, Asexual Castiel, Incubus Dean, Accidental Bonding Summary: What's the worst spell an asexual witch like Castiel could cast? Turns out it's the kind that gets him accidentally bonded to an incubus named Dean. Now, Castiel's stuck on a road trip with a sex demon companion as the unlikely pair search for another way to break the bond.

Circuitry and Dust | @almaasi Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 23206 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Antique Shops, Fluff, Romance, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, Antique Dealer Castiel, Demisexual Castiel, Demiromantic Castiel, Virgin Castiel, Gamer Dean, Electrician Dean, Talking Birds, Dean in Panties Summary: Castiel's antiquity trading shop is a force to be reckoned with. Last week it was the pipes, this week it's the lights and the crate of ancient gunpowder. Dean, being skilled at many things, regularly drops by to fix what needs fixing. The two of them are excellent friends, and nothing can come between them - not even the shop's resident myna bird and her highly improper vocabulary, most of which Castiel insists he didn't teach her. Now, skip forward a bit. When Castiel discovers Dean's romantic affections are directed at someone other than him, the support he gives Dean regardless of his own feelings brings plenty of matters to a head. Turns out, the answer to his woes was right under his nose the whole time...

Without Further Ado | @almaasi Rating: General Word Count: 5807 Main Tags and Warnings: Canon Universe, Romance, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Requited Love, Laundry, Hunting, Lists, Epistolary, Everyone Is Alive, Love Confessions, Best Friends, Comfortably Bisexual Dean, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing a Bed, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Mutual Pining Summary: Dean discovers a decade-old list in his pocket entitled "Reasons not to be with Cas". Every single reason is irrelevant now. So what's stopping them, exactly?

Wee Little Love Child | @almaasi Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 10649 Main Tags and Warnings: Canon Universe, Domestic Fluff, Romance, Kid Fic, Schmoop, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Team Free Will, De-Aged Sam Winchester, Cursed Sam, Mistaken for a Couple, Sam Ships Castiel/Dean, Matchmaker Sam, Rowena Ships Castiel/Dean, Matchmaker Rowena, Parent Castiel, Parent Dean, Affectionate Dean, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Sam Walks in on Castiel/Dean Summary: After being magically de-aged, little Sammy is under the impression that Dean and Cas are his parents. He wants to know if they're in love, but they can't (or won't) give a consistent answer. The thing is, they have to grant Sam's greatest wish in order to reverse the curse, but they can only do that as a pair. What does Sam want most? For Dean and Cas to express their true feelings. Aloud. To each other.

He Called Me Honey | @almaasi Rating: General Word Count: 3247 Main Tags and Warnings: Fluff, Schmoop, Romance, First Kiss, Flustered Dean, Supportive Sam, Terms of Endearment, Pet Names, Pancakes, Breakfast, Bisexual Dean, Nesting Dean, Angel Castiel, Food as a Metaphor for Love Summary: After having a weird dream in which he kisses Cas, Dean accidentally discusses the matter with Sam over pancakes. (Then Cas shows up. Dean is a flustered mess.)

Note to Self: Cas Loves You | @almaasi Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3404 Main Tags and Warnings: Canon Universe, Fluff, Drunk Dean, Bisexual Dean, Caring Castiel, Holding Hands, Love Confessions, Drunken Confessions, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Sam Knows, set somewhere around season 4/5 Summary: Dean is not just drunk – he is VERY drunk. Castiel ushers him back to their motel room, completely aware that by the time Dean wakes up tomorrow, he won't remember anything about tonight. What better time for Castiel to confess his love?

The Moonlighter and the Magician | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 67259 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Historical, 1920s, Prohibition, Romance, Fluff, Drama, Social Commentary, Slow Burn, Musician Castiel, Thief Castiel, Asexual Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Agender Castiel, Smart Castiel, Musician Dean, Magician Dean, Past Sex Worker Dean, Wanderlust, Neighbors, Friends to Lovers, Sensual Attraction, Sexual Incompatibility, Bath Sex, Bathing/Washing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing a Bed, Newspapers, Happy Ending, Protective Sam Summary: A Dean/Cas 1920s AU. Castiel is a jewel thief, notorious and revered in New York City. For five years he’s been unstoppable, untraceable. Like a bird courting a mate, he brings gifts to his neighbour’s window, hoping to impress the other man with glittering gems. All Castiel wants is to leave and travel the world with Dean. But although Dean’s heart is consumed with yearning for his peculiar friend, after years of being bought and broken by other people, he cannot easily give up the security of home. Can he put all his trust in the man he loves and choose adventure, or will Castiel be forced to fly away alone?

Symbols of Affection | @almaasi Rating: General Word Count: 4865 Main Tags and Warnings: Romance, Light-Hearted, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Crack, Emojis, Texting, Cupcakes, Sleepy Dean, Dean is Bad at Feelings, Baker Castiel, Elephants, Castiel and Dean in Love, First Kiss Summary: Dean texts Cas a kissy-face emoticon by mistake. However, when he sees Cas' reply, he starts to think maybe it wasn't a mistake after all.

In Which Dean Frogs Up | @almaasi Rating: General Word Count: 6326 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Canon, Crack, Fluff, Romance, Animal Transformation, True Love's Kiss, Fairy Tale Curses, Moondoor, Oblivious Dean, Dean in Panties, Bisexual Dean, Prince Dean, Prince Castiel (sort of), Coming Out, Charlie Ships It, Oblivious Sam, Love Confessions, First Kiss, set somewhere in season 8 Summary: Dean transforms himself into a frog by mistake, bang in the middle of Charlie's Moondoor tent. Only true love's kiss will put him back to normal. But who the hell is Dean's true love?! Since it's not Charlie or Sam, maybe Cas can shed some light.

Make You Feel My Love | @sternchencas Rating: Explicit Word Count: 24371 Main Tags and Warnings: fluff and smut, mutual pining, tattooed!Cas, music festival Summary: For the first time in his life, Dean has a ticket to the ‘Heaven on Earth Music Festival’ and after enjoying a weekend full of music, fast food, and freaky people, he takes a late night walk over the festival grounds to say goodbye. Little does he know that the weekend is far from over and that fate has a gift for him - a tall, dark, and tattooed gift. Castiel regrets many things in his life, but in the midst of a sea of tents, he makes a choice that leads fate to finally give him a break - a hot, sweet break, in need of an angel.

Love Around The Corner | @sternchencas Rating: General Word Count: 3468 Main Tags and Warnings: librarian!Cas, secret notes, fluff Summary: Castiel works at the library and finds notes hidden in the returned books, addressed to him. Will he find out who's sending them?

Changing Seasons | @mouthwashh Rating: General Word Count: 1792 Main Tags and Warnings: 12x12 Coda, confession, first kiss Summary: And so the hope dies and Dean is left in a desolate kitchen with the resolve that his angel will never show.

Hold onto me, breathe, breathe, you can breathe, you’re not drowning | @60r3d0m Rating: Mature Word Count: 4538 Main Tags and Warnings: Mutual Pining, Love Potion/Spell, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Dean grins. “You don’t wanna try it?” Cas rolls his eyes. “These usually work on first sight, Dean, so unless you want me to fall in love with you, I suggest you put it away.” Dean licks his lips. He watches Cas’ mouth. Then he tucks the love potion into the Gross Stuff drawer and turns away.

Drive, Darling | @goldenboydean Rating: Explicit Word Count: 43782 Main Tags and Warnings: Mutual pining, slow burn, bed sharing, homophobic language, john winchester's a+ parenting, bisexual dean winchester Summary: It's the last day of July and the air is thick with heat and road dust. Dean Winchester is waiting for his new lodger, some photographer from Chicago coming down to take pictures of the famous covered bridges in the area. And when Castiel Novak arrives at the Winchester farm both men develop a bond that grows stronger as the days go by. But Cas is only here for a short stay and Dean fears that falling for him would only end in a heartbreak. Some things, however, are inevitable. Summer is in full bloom in Madison County, Iowa. Hot, cloudless and ripe with possibilities.

[marvelnaturalock]

SPN 15X10 ~Spoliers~

Expectations:

Sam's experiments with Rowena's magic gone wrong

Soft fluffy moose

Cas gets caught in the crossfire

Baby Sam and Baby Cas exist

Dean makes his "What the actual heck" face

Dean as the baby sitter

Dean trying to feed and take care of Sam and Cas

Cas being cute and getting lost in the bunker

Sam being weird and hiding under the bed

Cas being needy for human contact and cuddles with Dean

"Cas~ Here comes the plane" as he feeds him

Dean initially getting pissy but then softens up

Sam being Sam and making faces at Dean behind his back

Dean actually having fun with Baby Sam and Baby Cas

"Sam! Get down from the shelf!"

Exhausted at the end of the day but still ready to play with the kids

Leaves the kids alone for a minute when he's in the bathroom

Comes out and finds them buried under a pile of blankets, sleeping on top of eachother

Reality:

Baby Cas and Baby Sam are Garth's kids

Dean and Sam are now "normal"

Dean has 17 cavities

Dean tap dancing

Dean throws up and gets mugged in the bathroom

Baby dies (for a while)

Sam meeting Sam

Sam gets a cold and dies on the floor

Monster fights

Garth being Garth

Garth wolfing out

Dean and Sam not being able to pick locks

Dean screaming

Sam screeching

Garth blowing up a building

Garth saving the Winchesters' asses

Dean and Sam getting their asses handed to them by a dumb vamp

Dean getting kneed in the crotch and Sam getting tossed around by the vamp

[msmoonicorn]

Simon didn't say...

omg, you guys... OK. So. I've started playing D&D regularly, right? Probably haven't updated you on that...because..I'm the worst.

Anyway!

So, I've been playing with decent regularity since February. Every Tuesday, I'm at a local Magic Arena that also hosts tabletop gaming nights. They ask you which game you want to play and tell you who's meeting at what times/days for that game. So if you want D&D 5e, this is when they play. If you want Pathfinder, this is when they play, etc, etc. It's a $5 charge every time you show up to game, and $1 goes to the DM and the rest goes into a party fund. That way if we want to do something special with party funds, we can!

My DM's an awesome guy, and we were playing his homebrew, but then... Saltmarsh came out. And we were all really into the idea of doing Saltmarsh. SO. We used party funds to buy Saltmarsh, and at a point when we were kind of lulling in our regular campaign, the DM was like, "Hey, let's do Saltmarsh". We all made characters for Saltmarsh, and it's been a ride.

Tonight, I'm writing, because zomg the stress.

So, here's the roster, ok?

Zach - 42. A Warforged monk with no memory of his past before he arrived with us at Saltmarsh. We call him Captain Salty Seafist, because he spent a lot of his free time working the docks and has a bit of a sea-dog accent(?) now. He was the captain of our first ship, but we now have two ships so... I guess he's the admiral.

Addy - Fey. A fey. She's.... she's just a fey. They homebrewed her a race to play and she has a bunch of abilities, but nothing for combat...except she can summon creatures that help her by fighting. Other than that, she's all healing, utilities, and reaction.

BP - Frovax. Dragonborn warlock, hexblade. I don't know this guy's name.. Still. He's been playing with us for a few weeks. But I still can't remember his name. His wife used to play with us...

Wifu - Kvisa. Barbarian woman. Bloodythirsty ditz. Really intent on killing Lizardfolk because they whiped out her tribe and she's the last of them. She was playing with us regularly, but then classes started up, and now her Barbarian girl is just...gone. Whatever. She was going to be a problem because she wanted to kill all the Lizardfolk. It's probably better this way.

Bear - Fresca Goosberry, the Inquisitor of Kelemvor...really he's a deluded warlock that thinks he's a cleric. He has a cult now, because he's been proselytizing, and the converted become his cultists. Three of those cultists actually survived our hydra fight, though, and they have class stats now :)

New Guy - a tiefling ranger... he's so new, we literally met him today. He has no name for his character, but his big-play seems to be that he wants to cover himself in some form of alcohol and light himself on fire since he's fire resistant... I've tried to explain that resistance doesn't equal immunity, but whatever. Rule of cool I guess.

Me - Simon. Half Drow bard, college of whispers. Bit of a man-whore, but he's into that free love thing. Usually sends letters with extra gold back to his dads. Yes. Dads. More on that later (maybe). I've described him as having a leather vest over a poofy white shirt and really tight pants... rocking that David Bowie vibe from the Labyrinth (if you know what I mean [you know what I mean]). He got a long oil-skin green coat with lots of pockets from one of the adventurers. One of my favorite lines thus far...

  So we meet this guy right? He says if he's staying with us he'd like a weapon to defend himself. 42, the warforged, detaches his pinkie and gives it to him since every part of his body is a weapon. The guys looks at the pinkie and asks what he's supposed to do with that, and Simon says, "Well... I've done a whole lot more with a whole lot less ;)"

So, I'm Simon, right? He hasn't necessarily fit in well with the group, but he hasn't rocked the boat (lol).....I mean, he's been neutral enough to go along for the ride. But joy of joys...tonight, we transitioned from Murder Hobos(TM) to actual negotiators. Simon really likes having friends on all sides, so that was definitely more his speed. Don't get me wrong, he enjoyed straddling a ballista and bullseyeing a Hyrdra with 40+ damage, but this is the sort of group that usually wants to attack everything before finding out what's going on. Anyway. Tonight, we talked to the Lizardfolk. Right away, our swamp druid, Bog, tries to just fight them outright. The new guy, a teifling ranger who hasn't even decided on his name yet, also was in to fight. But Frovax our Dragonborn Warlock stepped up and talked everyone down with a mixture of common and draconic and his high-ass charisma. While we were being escorted by the soldiers to a holding area, hatchlings came up and clung to Simon, and he gave them piggyback rides and played with them. It was great. Finally, the Queen shows up(we later learned that she's Queen Othokent), and we convince her that we'er here from Saltmarsh, because they're worried that the Lizardfolk building up weapons means they're about to attack. Simon mentioned that he heard that they're having problems with the Sahuagin. She got suspicious, but we managed to convince her that we boarded a ship that was full of smugglers and they mentioned the sahuagin. Bog even added to it by saying he killed the men on the ship for what they did to the Lizardfolk, pulling out an arm and returning it to the tribe. As a druid of the swamp, his main concern is with the swamp. Something he said in Druidic. This struck a chord with..I think he was like a wiseman or shaman or something, but he functions like a druid enough to understand it... I think his name was Sauriv. So, we were allowed to stay with the Lizardfolk in their lair for the night to prove ourselves. So, Fresca (a warlock who thinks he's a cleric) is trying to proselytize...but he doesn't speak the language, so no one understands him even if he is captivating with his high charisma. The Ranger and Frovax brought some of the soldiers to our ship to supply them with weapons. Bog bunkered down with Sauriv (Wiseman?), and taught some of their people the ways of a swamp druid. And Simon found the ladies that were taking care of the hatchlings and made himself useful as a baby sitter. He has this pipe that he got; it's called a pipe of remembrance. When he uses it, he can make smoke images of his greatest deeds, right? So between his story-telling, performing, and the pipe (showing off the hydra fight), he had the kids (about 18 of them) captivated. The following day, the Queen asked us if we would consider doing something for the tribe. She said a crocodile named Thousand Teeth had been behaving aggressively lately. He's killed many lizardfolk that tried to patrol near his home. If we could find a way to deal with him, she would be grateful. So. We set out. We kill two wandering ogres on our way. I think they were lost, but it's probably a random encounter or whatever. Anyway, we get to Thousand Teeth's lair, and we're set up by two giant constrictor snakes. Simon and Frovax were grappled by the snakes. Simon... wriggled free, losing his pants in the process (still not sure how that happened, but whatevs). The crocodile attacks, first Ranger and then Simon. Fresca gets some distance between them and him, because he works best at range. Then Simon gets attacked again by one of the snakes and falls unconscious....and then is dragged into the water by the snake. Which attacks him, trying to eat him...and he fails 2 death saves.

ಠ_ಠ

Luckily I rolled a 19 for his initial death save, and it kept him from dying outright. The guys finally killed the snake, and Bog cast Lesser Restoration on the mad crocodile, who calmed down. Of course, he also healed Simon, and he had a minimum of 11 HP. He also didn't get poisoned from being in the swamp water because he passed his con save. Bog spoke with Thousand Teeth, determined that he had rabies (convenient), and made peace between him and the lizardfolk.

So, that's all handled, but man! The stress was real. I was about to be very very sad. I mean, maybe these guys are like, "Meh, just make new characters" or whatever, but I don't play characters that I don't like. And I like my blue boy.

But yeah. TLDR: that's the story of how we become ambassadors to the Lizardfolk and rescued an ancient crocodile.

[profoundnet]

Profound Member Post - January 2019

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drawlight - drawlight

Autobiography of Black

Summary: Castiel knows all human languages; Dean has never been particularly good with words. (Or: an examination of pies and stars.)

Tags: Falling in Love, First Time, Feelings Realization, Pining, Romance, Food, Bakery

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J Train

Summary: If you want to be somebody, you have to go to the Chelsea Hotel. In 1979, aspiring writer Castiel Novak takes room 109. His roommate is not quite what he expected.

Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Pining, Falling In Love, Alternate Universe - Human, Writer Castiel

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mittensmorgul - @mittensmorgul​ - MittensWraith (Pillowfort)

Endings Are Easy

Summary: They all finally get a happy ending. Michael’s gone forever. Amara, of all people, stepped in and claimed him for herself. She figured it was her due, and her duty, to finish off that one last cosmic imbalance herself. She’d given Dean what he’d really needed the first time she’d departed, but now she decided to help Dean get what he really wanted . They were two different things entirely. Episode 14.10 coda fic, of a sort, with an endgame series twist.

Tags: fluff, happiness

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Makeshift

Summary: It's Dean's 40th birthday, a major milestone for pretty much everyone, but for Dean it means a little something more.

Tags: fluff, happy 40th birthday Dean

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MaggieMaybe160 - @maggiemaybe160​ - MaggieMaybe160 (Pillowfort)

Heaven’s Orders

Summary: Castiel finally tells Dean about Naomi torturing him (Season 9)

Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD

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Angel’s Touch

Summary: Zachariah gave Dean stomach cancer and took away Sam's lungs. He fled before healing either Winchester. Cas helps Dean the best he can.

Tags: Major Character Death, Cancer, Sick Dean Winchester

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The Only Way To Die

Summary: Dean's been handed the last book. The book that says the only way he can die that isn't by Michael taking over. Cause of Death: By the hand of Castiel, Angel of the Lord

Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Season 14 Spoilers, Angst, Love Confessions

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The Garden

Summary: Cas has a secret garden behind the bunker. Dean follows and the best kind of fluff ensues.

Tags: Fluff, First Kiss

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Happy Birthday, Dean Winchester

Summary: It's Dean's 40th Birthday! Cas takes him out to celebrate.

Tags: Major Character Death, Fluff and Angst, First Kiss

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It Had To Be This Way 

Summary: The book that Dean is given by Billie says "Dean Winchester Dies at the age of 73, survived by his brother Sam and son Jack." There is no mention of Castiel...

Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Season 14 Spoilers

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Dreaming Of You

Summary: Based on a Profound Bots botstat Dean is having a nightmare. Cas witnessed someone hurting his Dean. Sam wishes the bunker had thicker walls.

Tags: Angst With Happy Ending, Alternate Angst Ending Included, Nightmares

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Man at Sea

Summary: Dean's built himself the sigiled coffin to contain Michael. How does this end?

Tags: Season 14 Spoilers, Heavy Angst

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Just a Boy

Summary: Dean has a hard time coming out to Cas because of what happened when he came out to his father.

Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Homophobia, Coming Out

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Graceless

Summary: Sam has found a way to get Jack his grace back with no strings attached.

Tags: Major Character Death, Spells and Enchantments, Grace, Blood, Angst

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Through His Door

Summary: Cas whispers his love confession through Dean's door while he sleeps.

Tags: Fluff, Getting Together, Alternating POV, Falling in Love

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spandwiches - @spandwiches - spandwiches

Sweat

Summary: Dean doesn’t like flying, okay? It’s just not natural. But sometimes a man’s gotta do, what a man’s gotta do. So he powers through the fear and gets on the flight to California, only to find that flying isn’t nearly so bad when there is someone holding your cock hand. Flying is in Castiel's genes so he takes his work seriously, and aims to provide excellent service to every passenger. So if one particularly attractive passenger happens to require a little more attention than usual, he is all too happy to provide. Snakebite, sabotage, pteromerhanophobia, FAA rule breaking, mile-high clubbing, a Winchester wedding (or two), first dances, a British dog sitter, potential disciplinary action, and a whole lot of sweat.

Tags: Dean/Castiel, AU, sex on a plane, Explicit, Panic attacks, semi-public sex, anal sex, self-doubt.

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jemariel - @jemariel​ - jemariel (Pillowfort)

Fool For Lesser Things

Summary: “I’m not looking for a relationship,” Cas says at last. The panic is quick as a flashbulb all over Dean’s face. “What? Who said — What did — No. Yeah. Yeah, I know that.” Cas closes his eyes. “Let me try that again,” he says. “I’m not cut out for a relationship. But I don’t actually pick people up at parties very often either.” In which Dean and Cas feel more than either of them care to admit. Part 3 of More Than I Hoped For (a college AU) 

Tags: College AU, recreational drug use, house parties, friends with benefits, minorly risky sexual behavior, pining

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sternchencas - @sternchencas​ - sternchencas (Pillowfort)

Romance is Dead 

Summary: Dean invites Cas to a romantic cabin to finally tell him how he feels. They get interrupted by very unwelcome guests.

Tags: fluff, fighting, zombie AU

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LanaSerra - @lanaserra​ - LanaSerra (Pillowfort)

Saying Yes

Summary: Everything finally seemed to be going Dean’s way after he’d been saved from Michael’s control. Sure, the Bunker definitely felt a little more complicated than he was used to with all the new residents that came back with him and Sam from the other reality, but it had nothing on how much more complicated the latest new arrival had made things. The familiar face changed nothing and everything. Now Dean must survive threats from both inside and out, not only to protect the Bunker, those he loves and his fragile still-new relationship with Cas, but also his very peace of mind.

Tags: Explicit, Minor Character Death, Canon post S14-E3, Homophobia, Wing-kink, posession, BAMF!Castiel, John WInchester's A+ Parenting.

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spnhell - @spnhell​ - spnhell

Enjoying the View

Summary: Wherein Dean has run out of beer, Cas is acting strange(r than usual), Dean can no longer tell the difference between praying and dreaming, Cas is leaving feathers everywhere, and neither one of them knows how to lock a damn door.

Tags: Canonverse, bunker!fic, Castiel with wings, grooming, fluff, smut

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Archeolatry - @archeolatry​ - archeloatry

 Eros

Summary: Cas is still adjusting to the realities of having a human body. Dean is quite willing to help him with that. ------ “How about I show you,” Dean asked, his voice low and husky, “just how much I approve of this body?” Cas swallowed thickly. “I think I would like that.”

Tags: Destiel, Newly Human Castiel, Porn with Feelings, Rimming, Oral Sex

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thatpeculiarone - @ilovetodreamx​  (Pillowfort) (Youtube) 

do you think I’m afraid to die? // cas

Summary: Fanvid about Cas and his sad journey. Song: 1-800-273-8255 by Logic, cover by Travis Atreo

Tags: Cas Fanvid, Mentions/References of Suicidal Thoughts

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insominia - @a-insominia​ - insominia

Saved the Best for Last

Summary: Arguably, he had had greater moments. But right now, lying on Dean Winchester's bed, in Dean Winchester's room while Dean Winchester kissed away his bruises, Castiel would deny that any of them even came close to this.

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Mutual Pining

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Castiel Thought they were Freckles

Summary: Neither Sam or Dean Winchester have a soul mark, the first words you hear your soul mate ever say. But during a particularly disastrous hunt it transpires that maybe they do, and that maybe Sam is just lying and Dean is oblivious.

Tags: AU - Canon divergent, AU - Soulmates, Fluff

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Studies in Blue and Green

Summary: Everyone knows that Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak have been in love since college. They even know it themselves. But Dean's straight and Castiel is ace so they're both happy to settle for a life of close living and close friendship...which could all have been avoided if they'd just had one conversation.

Tags: AU - College/University, Fluff, Idiots in love, Implied/Referenced Homophobia

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zipegs - zipegs

Refraction

Summary: refraction, noun (  re·frac·tion | \ ri-ˈfrak-shən  \  ) deflection from a straight path undergone by a light ray or energy wave in passing obliquely from one medium (such as air) into another (such as glass) in which its velocity is different  the change in the apparent position of a celestial body due to bending of the light rays emanating from it as they pass through the atmosphere      also : the correction to be applied to the apparent position of a body because of this bending  the action of distorting an image by viewing through a medium<br />     <i>also : an instance of this A collection of 100-word drabbles as prompted by the Profound Bond Discord's weekly challenge. Each chapter will correspond to a one-word prompt, with at least one stand-alone drabble per chapter. SFW

supernatural9917 - @supernatural9917fic​ - supernatural9917 (Pillowfort)

Holy Orders

Summary: Seminary students Castiel and Dean have carefully planned their escape. There's just one more thing Castiel needs to do... Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Forgive me Father for I'm about to sin

Tags: Seminary student Castiel, Seminary student Dean, Altar Sex, Blasphemy, Alternative uses for anointing oil

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Crossed Wires

Summary: People seem to keep assuming that Cas and Dean are together, and Cas has no idea why. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: coming untouched.

Tags: Everyone Thinks They're Together, Including one of them, Clueless Castiel, Clueless Dean but for a different reason, mention of asexuality, mention of anxiety, Coming Untouched

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Castaway

Summary: Dean gets washed off a cruise ship in a storm, and ends up on a deserted island. Well, it's not quite deserted... Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Lost in the jungle/desert/shipwrecked

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Poker

Summary: Sam walks in on Dean and Cas playing poker. No big deal. Then he walks in on Dean and Cas playing strip poker. Weird. Then... Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Strip poker was too tame, so we tried sexual favour poker instead.

Tags: POV Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Needs Brain Bleach

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Lookalikes 

Summary: Dean has a naughty little secret, which Cas can never ever find out. Cas is about to find out. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Why are you watching gay porn with two actors who look like us?

Tags: why are you watching gay porn with two actors who look like us?, Deansturbation

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The Riteous Man

Summary: Castiel loves Dean, but knows they can never be together, so he fantasises about the dashing highwayman The Riteous Man. Will he feel the same way when The Riteous Man targets his carriage? Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square filled: 2 person love triangle. Based on art by Pimento

Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Restoration England, highwayman, Nobleman Dean, Nobleman Castiel, two-person love triangle

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Accompanying art by @pimentogirl​

The Big 4-0

Summary: It's Dean's 40th birthday! Sam, Cas and Jack have set up a day of Dean-centred fun with beer, burgers and boobs. What could possibly make it better? Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square filled: jealousy/possesive sex

Tags: Happy 40th birthday Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester's Birthday, jealousy/possessive sex

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Experiments in Sexting 

Summary: Cas wants to try something, and Dean is more than happy to oblige. Unfortunately Cas is somewhat lacking in skills in this particular department. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Cas is terrible at sexting

Tags: Cas is terrible at sexting

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The Mask of Zorro

Summary: Dean likes to be slapped during sex by an angel wearing a Zorro mask. Castiel likes it too. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Dean- this is a Zorro mask.

Tags: Dean- this is a Zorro mask,  Roleplay, light humiliation kink, Dean likes to be slapped during sex by an angel wearing a Zorro mask, and it's a good idea

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Ascot

Summary: Since the Zorro mask thing went so well, Dean is looking forward to trying out his kink for another item of clothing. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Are you wearing an ascot?

Tags: Are you wearing an ascot?, Dean's adorable kinks, Sam doesn't want to know

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tabulaxrasa - tabulaxrasa

Not in Love

Summary: It occurs to Dean that this is the happiest he’s ever been, and there is only one more thing he needs-- and that there’s not actually anything stopping him from that one last good thing. (S14 spoilers, deals with Cas's deal with The Empty)

Tags: Angst, Season 14 spoilers, Not a happy ending, but not without hope

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Honey to the Bee

Summary: Dean is not a farmer's market kind of guy. He may, however, be a hot bee keeper kind of guy.

Tags: AU, Fluff, Charlie is a great best friend, failboats in love, pre-relationship, no supernatural, domestic

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LeafZelindor - @leafzelindor​

Date Night

Summary: Date Night for Dean and Cas, Inspired by a role play on kid

Tags: destiel, fluff

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nickelkeep - @nickelkeep​ - nickelkeep (Pillowfort)

Pietaimori

Summary: Dean is Turning 40, but Cas isn't sure what to get him. With some advice from Sam, and a lesson from a show that he and Dean watches, Cas comes up with a great idea.

Tags: Food Sex, Birthday Sex, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Sex in the Men of Letters Bunker, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Blow Jobs

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dean-cas-in-the-impala - @dean-cas-in-the-impala - dean-bangs-cas-in-the-impala

Colors

Summary: Dean wants to know what color Castiel's wings are.

Tags: Romance, Angst, Fluff and Angst, just a tiny bit of Angst, Wings

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The Rainbow Bridge

Summary: “Cas, where do pets go when they die?"

Tags: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pets, Mentions of pet loss, Pets in afterlife

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Forever and Always

Summary: Cas is bad at surprises but Dean doesn't care.

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Valentine's Day Fluff

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Nera_Solani - @nera-solani - Nera_Solani

Pool Party

Summary:  Dean tries to teach Cas how to play pool. ...or does he?

Tags: Pool & Billiards, POV Outsider, Pool hustling, BAMF Castiel, BAMF Dean Winchester, Fluff, Making Out

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profound-boning - @profound-boning - profound-boning

The Final Surrender

Summary:  The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender. - Emil Ludwig

Tags: AU - no supernatural, AU - celebrities, fake/pretend relationship, love confessions, fluff and smut, mugging, aftermath of violence, 5+1

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[thatonecurlygirl]

Nephilim Sitter

Jack x Reader

Word count: 1.9k

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“(y/n)!” You hear a deep voice call your name, followed by a knock on your door. “(y/n), It’s Dean Winchester.” He calls from the other side of the door.

You quickly throw on some pants and run to the door, looking through the peephole to be sure it was Dean Winchester. Being a hunter is not an easy life to live, especially with having close ties to the Winchester brothers. You unlock and open the door, stepping back to let Dean walk in. you’ve pretty much known the Winchesters my whole life. You were Bobby Singer’s niece, he took you in when you was just five and taught you the way of the hunter.

“What are you doing here Dean?” You ask, shutting the door behind him and he turns around. “I only see you when you need something.” you cross your arms.

He reaches back and rubs the back of his neck, “About that…” He says, his muscles flexing. Although Dean is old enough to be your Dad, You’ve always had the biggest crush on him- you have a thing or two for older guys. “We kind of need your help.”

“Of course you do.” You sit on the arm of my love seat looking up at Dean. “What is it this time Winchester?”

“I expect you’ve heard about Lucifer and his spawn child right?” He asks with a crooked smile on his face.

“I have and?”

“We need you.” He admits, but not in the way you’ve always fantasized. “We are wanting to go up against Lucifer and we need your help.” He leans forward toward you. “And you kid are one of the best out here and you keep a low profile, so no one will be expecting you.”

“So you are asking me, a twenty-some years girl half your size to risk my life to help some guys who never even call?” You ask, folding my arms across my chest.

“Well-”

“I’ll go pack my things.” You stand up, heading to your room.

You pull out my to-go duffle bag and start neatly putting clothes into my bag and topping it off with a few weapons. You flick off lights and unplug my wifi- you can never be too careful. You pull on my combat boots and throw on my favorite leather jacket and walking into the room where Dean is still sitting. You grab your laptop, shoving it up under your arm and walk out behind Dean, locking up tight before following him into the Impala.

“Where is Sammy long legs?” You ask as you slip into the driver's seat.

“He is at the bunker, I will explain more when we get there. It’s kind of a weird situation and story.” Dean says, turning off the main road and down a hidden one.

“What isn’t with you guys.” You shake your head, watching the trees pass me by. “Sam trying to figure out how to get your mom back?”

“How did you kn-“

“Dean are you really about to ask me that question?” You scoff. “I know because I am damn good at what I do.”

“Yeah, he is. I assume you’ve heard the story?” He asks, pulling into a garage.

“I have.” You look around as Dean parks, the garage door closing. “So you tell me that you lived this close and never stopped by?” You shake your head and step out with my bag slung over your shoulder. “Lead the way, Winchester.”

You follow Dean down the swirl of stairs to see Sam sitting at the long, conference-like table. Sam stands up arms extended as you walk over, letting him envelop you in a hug. Although you have always thought Dean was hot as all get out, Sam was always your favorite. Dean has always been a hard-ass and you don’t want anyone to get you wrong he is fun to hang out with, but he can irritate you quicker than anything. Sam, on the other hand, has always been kind and caring and always took your side when you argued with Dean, he is like the best big brother.

“Hey, kiddo.” Sam says hugging me tightly, “Staying out of trouble?” He lets go and steps back, placing his arms across his chest.

“Absolutely not, but I’m still alive aren’t I.” You smile.

I’m going to show her around the house and let her meet him.” Dean gently grabs your arm and pulls you down the hall. “Let’s go, you got a lot to take in.”

“So who am I meeting?” You ask, readjusting the duffle on my arm.

The two of you walk up to a room and he opens the door. “You can stay here in this room.” He says and you throw your bag onto the bed in the room. “You are meeting your new project. Satan’s son.”

“Wait, what?” You stop in your tracks, Dean stopping and turning around to face you. “I thought I was going on a case with you guys?”

“Yeah well, you get a case of your own.” He says as we walk past rooms, letting you peek in to get a good look at them. “You get to watch Jack while we go out on cases.”

“I’m not a babysitter Dean!” You yell a little louder than expected. “I go out on hunts all the time. This is not my destiny. I am a hunter and a damn good one too.”

“And I don’t doubt your abilities, hell you’ve saved my ass plenty of times, but this is important. Please.” He says a word you’ve rarely heard come out of his mouth and you let out a defeated sigh.

“Fine, let’s meet this kid.” You groan as he leads you back down the hall.

Dean brings his ear to the door and knocks. Why the hell is this man knocking at a baby’s door. Suddenly the door opens and there appears one of the most beautiful creatures you’ve seen in your life. Your eyes widen as he smiles at me and sticks his hand out to shake mine.

“Hi, I’m Jack.” He says in the cutest voice.

“Jack as in Lucifer’s child, Jack?” You question as you shake his hand back and he nods. “Well Jack, I’m (y/n) and apparently I’m supposed to be-”

“She’s going to be continuing on your lessons.” Dean interrupts as you look up at him confused. “He needs help with learning about, you know, human things and Sam can’t do it all the time.”

You glare at Dean who is standing there with his arms folded across his chest smiling wide, knowing that he talked you into coming here to be a preschool teacher. You divert your attention to Jack who is standing there excitement painted on his face. You know, the kid looks innocent enough.

“What are you doing?” You ask, walking into his room as he smiles and walks to the television and picks up a DVD case.

“Dean gave me a movie to watch. He said I needed to get educated on how men and women interact, I was about to watch it.” He shows you the case and you quickly look back at Dean, who is nodding in pride.

“You know what Jack, this is not a very good movie.” You gently take it from his hands and chuck it across the room at Dean. “Come to my room and we will find something a little more appropriate for you.”

“Taking him to your room already? It hasn’t even been five minutes!” Dean winks and you.

You push past Dean, Jack following closely behind as you walk back to the room that Dean said you would be staying in. You leave the door open as both you and Jack take a seat on your bed. You pull my laptop out of my bag, pushing my bag off the bed, you gently lay the PC across your lap and search up a movie.

“What am I going to watch?” Jack asks, looking up into my eyes.

“A movie called, Dean’s an asshole.” You look over at Dean.

“Really?” He asks.

“Oh no, I was- I was just joking.” You look up at Jack who is now smiling and nodding his head. “I’m going to have to watch my favorite movie, Safe Haven.” You click on the movie and hand the laptop to him.

“Seriously, you just met the kid and you’re already having him watch Chick Flicks?” Dean grumbles.

“Definitely better than having him watch porn. He does not need to learn anything about that from you, that's for sure.” You step out of the room with Dean, cracking the door behind you.

“Oh, so are you going to handle teaching him about sex?” Dean teases, reaching out and gently pushing my shoulder. “I’m just kidding, that will not happen.”

“And why is that?” You scoff obviously offended.

“Because he is the literal spawn of Satan, I was iffy on letting him around you in the first place.” Dean shakes his head. “But you were the first one Sam thought of.”

“Yeah because we can trust her,” Sam says to Dean, walking over to join in the conversation. “We also know that God forbid something were to happen, you can hold your own,” Sam says to you.

“Yeah, well unless it’s Jack that happens.” Dean groans, obviously showing he is uncomfortable with the Jack situation.

“Should I be worried?” You ask looking between the boys, “I mean, Y'all wouldn’t just have him roaming around in here if you believed he was that dangerous.”

Sam and Dean look at each other before back at you, “He has to potential to do harm, but he also has the potential to do good. We just need a little help pushing him in the right direction and he is just getting a little frustrated.” Sam explains, “He really is a good kid.”

“Well Sam, if you say that Jackie boy in there is a good kid then I trust you.” You turn to walk into the room and look back at the guys over your shoulder. “Just don’t expect me to give him a time out or anything, the last thing we need is a Nephilim tantrum.”

You walk back into the room, cracking the door behind you and making my way to the bed beside Jack. He is watching the movie very intently. You sit down and scoot over next to him, as close as I can get without actually touching him. He points to the screen and looks up at you.

“So she is running away from that man because he hurt her?” He asks and you nod, “Why? She is very beautiful and seems very nice.” His eyebrows knit in confusion as he looks back down to the movie.

“Sometimes people have a little bit of monster in them. Sometimes people just have evil and hate built up inside them.” You explain, thinking of the men that came and slaughtered your parents fifteen years ago.

“I am not like this guy and I have evil in me.” He looks back at you, “I have monster in me, Lucifer is my father.” He explains.

“Jack, we all have the capability of evil, the capability of being monsters. Yes, Lucifer is your father and yes he is evil, but he has always had the capability of doing good and he chose not to. You can choose to be good. What or who people tell or think you are doesn’t make you any of that. It is your decision, not Sam and Dean’s, not Lucifer’s, or Mary’s, not Cas’s and not mine- I just hope you chose our side.”

[shayde-n-friends]

RH Age Reversal Challenge

For @littleinksheep‘s Challenge

In the event that their ages were reversed, here is how each character would react. As robots aren’t affected, they’ll be last.

Xavis: A tiny rage filled child, without titan powers, Xavis returns to her childhood status of “Junior Village Defender”, picking fights with tiny villains. 

Revar: Revar was already a cadet at a young age, as is normal with Turian children. He is actually terrified, and finds a hidden position to bunker down in...and cry.

Stake & The Clones: Losing their memories, the little soldiers reintroduce themselves to Stake, and agree to follow him. Stake often leads the tiny clone troop into dust-ups with Number 86 and her team of KND elites.

Volker & Shiho: The two assassins speak mostly in their native languages, and spend most of their time trolling other students by sneaking around and scaring them.

Russell: On the other hand, Russell hides himself away, like Revar, brooding in solitude, as the wounds of his childhood re-open. (Shay’s echo prevents him from losing his memories however.)

Roulette & Shayde: Unaffected by the spell, Roulette and Shayde constantly find themselves in the position of glorified baby sitter. With Roulette’s knowledge of the mystic arts, she is more than likely the best candidate for finding the source of the spell and reversing it. 

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Dating Dean would include….

- when Dean first met you, you were both teenagers. You were Bobby’s bastard child, and your momma was tired of “dealing with the Singer genes” and sent you home permanently with your father. You were no dummy to what it was your father did, and went on several secert hunts with him. But when John came to his door needing his help and a sitter for his two boys, you were volunteered.

-Dean thought you were breathtaking, and he spent the whole weekend following you around like a lost puppy, but you made it very clear you had no romantic interests for him. Him being a gentleman respected your lie, and agreed to become best friends.

- you talked on the phone often (when you weren’t together of course, which wasn’t very often), which always raised questions among your fathers and his younger brother, but you both would laugh and tell them it was nothing.

- When you first met Jo, you told her in private to back the hell off your man, and made it very clear that she was not to mess with you.

- While you were eating burgers one day, you got some ketchup on the corner of your mouth, Within seconds Dean’s thumb was wiping it away, his hand lingering by your face for too long, as you both stared at each other with smiles. Sam cleared his throat, and quickly the moment ended.

-The first time Dean threw himself in front of you to save you from something supernatural you yelled at him, “Don’t you ever do that again I am a big girl and can take care of myself.”

-Dean never stopped….

- He always told Sam to sit in the back when you all were riding in the car. He liked having you were he could actually see you, and not just a reflection.

- Since most standard motels offer only two beds a room, you and Dean always shared a bed, and would wake up tangled into each other. Sam would send Bobby pictures of you both daily and caption them as, “yeah, but they totally have no feeling for one another.”

-You cried when Dean told you about the Deal. You both didn’t talk for almost a month, you were the first to break, “I just don’t want to go through this life without you.”

-That was the first and last (for a while) night you slept together. It happened in the Impala

- Both agreed it was a mistake, even though for both of you it felt so right.

-One night at the bar Dean announced, “I am going to flirt with the prettiest girl here, and buy her a drink.” You swallowed the ping of sadness you felt and encouraged him. Five minutes later he returned with one of your favorite fruity drinks and said, “Hey baby, I am looking for some treasure, is it okay if I look around your chest?” You both laughed, while Sam texted Jo, “I love being the third wheel.”

- later that night when Dean and you were super drunk, you announced you were going to kiss a frog and pray he turned into your Prince Charming. You looked around and then kissed Dean, for longer then you intended, pulled away and sighed, “allas my prince didn’t turn into a frog.”

-when Dean “died” And was in hell you went on a drinking binge at your father’s. For four months you were never seen without a bottle of whiskey in your hand.

- When he showed up dirty and confused to the house you were the one who answered the door, you screamed and fainted.

-When you came too, what you assumed was Holy water was dripping from his face and hair, he was knelt beside you, causing the droplets to hit your face. You slapped him, and when he smiled and muttered, “I deserved that.” You engulfed him in a hug.

- When Dean finally asked you out to a date you were both sitting in a diner, eating the greasiest things you could order. “Hey, do you maybe want to go to dinner sometime?”

“Dean we are at dinner?”

“Yeah, but I mean as…. like a date?”

“Well who says this isn’t a date?”

“Is this a date?”

“Do you want it to be?”

“Oh…… well yeah.”

“Okay, then it is a date, and yes, you can kiss me when you take me home.”

- When you got back you referred to Dean as Babe, and you were sweetie. You kissed, and fucked, and held hands, and made love, and had a separate hotel room as Sam. There was never any formal, “do you want to be my girlfriend?” Cause to everyone else it just seemed like you were dating….

- the first time he threw himself in front of you while hunting after that night at the diner you looked him dead in the eye and hissed, “You big stupid idiot, don’t you ever do that again.”

“Excuse me, I just got flung into a wall for you, maybe a thank you is in order.”

“Yeah, well thank you! For almost getting yourself killed! Honestly what do you think I would do in this world without you?”

“Don’t you think I was asking myself the same question before I got between you both.” He sincerely sighed as you both shared a chick flick moment.

- The first fight you got in was when Dean told you for your own safety to stay back in the hotel/ Bunker and research. You were so angry you left the trio alone for several days, when you returned Sam was the first one to greet you, thankful you came back to set his emotional wreck of a brother straight.

- After Cas shows up you start making jokes about his and Dean’s profound bond.

- Once while babysitting Cas he looked at you with his peircing blue eyes and calmly asked if you were aware that he also was bonded to you as well, since you were Dean’s soulmate. You spit your drink out at the word soulmate.

-When Sam went into the cage with Lucifer, Dean was a mess. His promise to his brother still echoed in his head, and after a few nights in a hotel nearby, you both purchased a home in the suburbs.

-At the first block party you were ever forced to go to, Dean never let go of your hand, which was different since in the hunting life before, he never held your hand, or showed any PDA really… and you liked it

- The Apple pie life was nice, but something always felt like it was missing… so when Sam came back soulless you sold the house, and worked on fixing him.

-However after your time in the apple pie life, Dean was more willing to hold your hand, or kiss your check, or hug you from behind. Soulless Sam would always just roll his eyes, but once his soul was returned he was happy for you both.

- When you first introduced them to Garth, Dean pulled him aside. Garth thought it was so cool, until Dean let out a low warning, “I suggest you stop making those eyes at my girl, unless you want me to beat your ass with my car.”

- You both were just happy to be in each other’s lives, you were the light Dean needed in his dark world, and he always appreciated it, and was thankful that the angels put you in his life.

[ask-broppy-lovechild-blog]

True Colors

This is the third chapter, hope you like it :3

P.S This is I guess a better chapter. After this chapter, I can get started with the actual story. This is a story I made Wattpad and AO3. Thats why i can easily publish them! Enjoy! 

"Well, let's see what gender it becomes." She said, looking as the ground grows a bit. They can see a tiny bulb on the ground. The upcoming parents smile at their creation. ~Previously

The queen has gotten into the gift of things, scheduling meetings on time, having time for branch, and occasionally checking on the pod. The wedding was only days away, everything was going right. However, they've been having problems with Ferret attacks.

A Ferret: a domesticated polecat kept as a pet or used, especially in Europe, for catching rabbits. It is typically albino or brown. However, they still haven't checked out the buildings in the distance, but they have a feeling that's where it's coming from. They're letting their ferrets loose and they come to chase the trolls and attack the bergens legs. They're like little rats that will eat anything that can fit in their mouth, in this case, Trolls. Because of this, Branch is over protective of his pod.

It was only one day before the wedding, and to stop any interruptions, they build the walls a bit higher and that locked the gates and doors very tight so they won't be able to just break in. Branch had got them new clothes, as Satin and Chenille worked in the wedding dress and suits. He didn't ask for much, but he wanted it to be....special.

What does Branch do you may ask? He doesn't just sit around and wait for poppy to get home, he actually does things. He takes care of the bunker, helps out with the kids if Poppy isn't able to be there, he also does some requests, by listening to his future subjects and finding out how to help. It's just a coincidence when Branch gets home before Poppy does.

Branch went in to pick up his suit as he is not allowed to see Poppy's dress before the wedding. They gave him a black and white suit, the bowtie was blue and so was the buttons that ran across it. He had a pocket, that was located on his chest area, with a cute fake blue flower coming out of it.

"Thank you, I love it." He said with a smile as he looked at the twins.

"Awww, that was so sweet-" Satin started, "Of you to say, Branch" Chenille finished. "You're welcome!" They both said in harmony.

It was the day, for both lovers to finally get married and live together once and for all. Branch was, of course, nervous and paranoid of the whole thing. He waits in a room for a bit until he can calm. He had Biggie, Diamond Guy, and Cooper with him to calm him down.

"Easy, Branch, Easy...breathe in...then breathe out. It's your lucky day! Be happy!" Biggie encouraged Branch.

"Y-Your right, I should stay calm." He said, calming down.

"It's a once and a lifetime thing. You're marrying the one you had a crush on for ye-e-ars" Diamond Guy said, auto tuning 'Years'.

"I guess your right, I never thought this would be happening" he said, calming a bit more.

"Does that mean you'll be King Branch if everything goes right?" Cooper asked, and then Branch panicked when he said '....if everything goes right'.

Meanwhile, Poppy had her dress on. It was the stereotypical white dress, and had the face cover. It was very long, but she didn't mind. The one thing she hated was that she had to wear high-heels. She couldn't walk in these! She was gonna be so embarrassed when she trips! She starts panicking at this. She had Satin, Chenille, Suki, and Smidge there to calm her down.

"It'll be okay!-" Satin started, "We'll help you get used to them!" Chenille finished, looking at the panicked Queen.

"I-I don't have much time!" She said, as she sits down and runs her hand through her hair.

"Calm down Poppy, if you cooperate with us, we can get you used to it quicker than you think!" Suki comforted, hoping she'd calm and take the offer.

"Sitting down and panicking is waisting valuable time we could be using to help you" Smidge said to her, and she calmed.

"Y-You're right, I'm waisting time. Let's go do this" she said as she stands wobbly, and they help her balance and teach her how to walk in high-heels comfortably.

After some hours, they finally start. Everyone sits down and goes quiet, as the music starts playing. Branch breathes in and out and calmly waits for his bride. Poppy was still kind of panicking, listing out all the possible things that could go wrong like Branch would do.....Branch is really starting to rub off on her.

She starts walking, and cautiously walk, not wanting to make a mis-step because of her high-heels. She climbed up the small stairs, and didn't fall! She was so relieved when she could stop walking and looked at Branch and he looked back. A dark purple blush creeped up on Branch's face, but also a huge smile. Poppy's face also flushed red, but a even bigger smile did also.

"We are gathered together on this beautiful afternoon to share with Queen Poppy and Prince Branch as they exchange vows of their everlasting love." The Priest started.

"Who gives this woman to be married to this man?" He asked.

"I did" King Peppy places Poppy's hand in Branch's hand and is seated.

"As Queen Poppy and Prince Branch take their vows today, we are privileged to witness the joyous love of a new family -- a family that will be nourished and nurtured through the devotion of two separate individuals growing together through the common bonds of love. May their marriage bring them the peace, joy, comfort and contentment that is known in the hearts of all God's children. And may Prince Branch and Queen Poppy both look forward to each new season of their marriage --- just as the world looks forward to each new season of the year. For all seasons bring with them their own special moments and memories. An essential requirement of a good marriage is a strong bond of real friendship and trust. Queen Poppy and Prince Branch, your love for each other will grow deeper with every passing day, but it's important to remember that your love stands on a foundation of genuine, mutual affection and respect for each other. To truly LOVE another person is to be willing to accept both their strong points, and their weak points, with equal measures of understanding and respect. The vows you are about to exchange, will serve as a verbal representation of the non-verbal emotions that are as real as any thing that can be seen, heard or touched. For it is not the words that you will speak today that will bond you together as one --- but the strength of the love and commitment found deep within your souls." The priest finished, and looked around for a sec.

"Let us pray . . ." The Priest said as everyone bows their head.

"At this time, I'll ask you, Branch, and you, Poppy, to face each other & take each other's hands." The Priest said.

Branch gently and tenderly takes Poppy's hands, as she gently holds back. The smile of both happy Trolls grows even bigger if that was possible at this point.

"Prince Branch, will you take Queen Poppy to be your wife, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish her friendship and love her today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor her, laugh with her and cry with her? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?" The Priest said as looked up as everyone else did.

Branch answers, "I will" looking into her eyes.

"Queen Poppy, will you take Prince Branch  to be your husband, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish his friendship and love him today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor him, laugh with him and cry with him? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?" The priest repeated.

Queen Poppy answers, "I will" and she looked back into eyes.

"You may kiss the Bride." The Priest said and took one step back.

Branch calmly and slowly, not panicking like he was before; removed the face cover so he can perfectly see the beautiful and kind face of his pink queen. The two kiss, sharing a tender kiss. Then there was clapping and some cheering. After the kiss, Poppy yells:

"LETS PARTY!" And everyone gets up and throws their hats up and cheer as everyone goes to get cake and party.

(A/N: I've never been at a marriage or have been in one. So sorry if all of this is wrong >~<)

Branch chuckles, "My Poppy." he said and she looked back at him with a smile. They share another private kiss before following everyone else.

They have an after-wedding party, where all the cake was shared, and the snacks and drinks where all gone. The place was a mess, and then King Peppy told them that it's time. They all go on top of the largest mushroom as everyone gathers around to hear the announcement.

"After the wedding, Prince Branch shall not be a Prince anymore. Today, he shall be a King. Branch, would you take this crown as your honor?" King Peppy said as he turned to his son-in-law. Branch goes on one knee and lowers his head.

"I shall" he said, and waits for him to continue.

"We shall now celebrate, Branch, the new King of The Troll tree and founder helper of Bergen Town!" He said as everyone jumped and cheered as the crown was placed on his head. He stands back up and Poppy and Branch holds hands and waves as everyone cheered.

"S-Sorry to interrupt!" Poppy's and Branch's Pod sitter said as she ran up stage.

"What is it?" Branch asked, concerned.

"Y-Your Pod is hatching!" They said, out of breath. Everyone goes wide-eyed as Branch and Poppy race to their pod.

Everyone runs after, wanting to see the birth of the new prince/princess. Some of them went to check in their own pods to see if it's hatching. They reach the spot where the fully grown pod glowed and the ground was shaking slightly. The pod grew up, and then bends over in a table level. Then the petals slowly go down to reveal the Trolling inside as everyone watched curiously. The doctor Troll went over to make sure the baby was a live and well. The smile and look at Poppy and Branch and handed them their baby...or should I say....babies? having Poppy be the first to hold it.

"It's twins! A boy and a girl" the doctor said to them with a smile.

The first baby ran with the colors like their seed had. He had purple skin, almost the color of Creeks skin, just a bit lighter. They had a dark blue nose, with blue hair at the bottom and slowly dark to light pink heading to the top. It was combined like Creek's or the twins hair with the multi-colored hair. He had Branch's ears but Poppy's head. The baby had Branches canines, and when it opened its eyes, he had a purple colored eye, and a blue colored eye. He was fairly small and was cute as everyone 'awww'ed. The second baby was exactly the same, but the eyes where different. The boy had a purple left eye and a blue right eye. She had a blue left eye and a purple right eye.

"What should we name them?" Branch asked Poppy.

"I did say it was a gender-fluid name. So let's call him Iris. Prince Iris, and I'll let you name the girl." she said with a huge smile as Branch kissed her cheek.

"Her name can be Ivy, Princess Ivy" he said with a huge smiled and she kissed his cheek

"Wanna hold one?" She asked him as he nodded. He held tiny Ivy, as she was the size of one of Branch's huge hands.

Everyone started to go check in their pods as they started to head home. But before they did, they wanted to see if any of the snack packs had a Trolling. They first spotted the twins; their pods just opened. The doctors checked on them before giving them to their parents.

"They're both girls" they said with a smile.

"Imma name mines Maybelle" Satin said, "and mines Erica" Chenille said.

Maybelle had the colors of her mother, but white hair and blue eye. The had a birth mark on her cheek, and she has very much rounded ears. Erica ran with the colors of her mother, but a bit darker and her hair scheme went with white and orange for some reason. The two smiled and the go onto the next friend they spotted, that was Guy Diamond. His was already born.

"What gender is it?" Poppy asked him.

"This is Sparkle, she's a girl" he said with a smile.

She was green, and had green sparkles. Her eyes was like her fathers, and she was very sparkly. They head to the next that they spotted, with was Suki.

"So, who's this fellow?" Branched asked her.

"This is my son, Sebastian" she said and she played with his hair.

He had normal orange hair and looked just like his mother. It was like you couldn't tell them apart except the fact that he had a huge birth mark on his back.

"What are you doing with his hair?" Poppy asked her as she noticed her playing with his hair.

"Dreading it" she said, "so he can have dreads" she finished and continued to dread his hair. The both shared a chuckle.

"Then how are we gonna tell one from another?" Branch joked, knowing the answer to that.

"One sounds feminine and one sounds masculine" she said and giggled as the two left and she waved them goodbye.

They found Biggie, and he held his baby. It was bigger than all the others, meaning it was a giant troll like their father.

"Mind if we ask who that is?" Branches asked, kinda getting tired of saying that.

"This is Baby, I called her that cause she's my Baby" Biggie said with a smile. Branch kinda wasn't so surprised with Biggie's lack of creative names. I mean, who calls their pet Mr. Dinkles?!

"She is a big one, probably gonna be a touch girl" Poppy said, looking at the size of Baby.

"I hope she is" he replied.

She was only a bit bigger than Mr. Dinkles. She was all purple, with an orange nose. She had Pink eyes, and almost no hair, but she did have hair that was pink. The wave and leave, while walking to see if Cooper or Smidge had a child, Branch said,

"Can you ask them? I'm getting tired of saying that over and over again" he said to his wife.

"Okay, fine. Never thought you could be so lazy" she joked and kept walking.

Branch mutters under this breath, "Lazy? I'm not lazy....of course not"

Poppy heard him and giggled as they found the small Troll herself, Smidge. But man, has her baby tiny. You would have to squint a bit to focus on the baby.

"Awww! It's so small!" Poppy squeals, and Branch held the sleeping twins just in case she does something.

"Thanks, this is my son. Smurf" she said to them.

"Smurf? Why did you name him that?" Poppy questioned.

"Have you seen how he looks like?!" Smidge said, making Poppy hold him.

He was all light blue with blue eyes and his hair red.....he looked like papa smurf........that explains his name.....very self-explanatory......

"I see what you mean" she said as she gave Smurf back.

The two go to find Cooper, who was in a circle, and cuddling something in a  soft pile of cotton.

"Did you had a Trolling?" She asked him and walked over. He moves his head up to look at them, it revealed a baby.

"Who's that little Animal Troll?" Poppy asked in a cute baby voice.

"This is Trooper, my boy" he said quickly, "now shhh! He's asleep!" He said in a kinda whispered voice and laid his head down.

Trooper looked like a bandit. His stripes where white and his main color was black. His legs were grey, and had an Afro instead of dreads like Cooper. His Afro was red, he got the red color from his father and he had the eyes of his father. The two smile and leaves so they can rest. They go home and puts the Troll twins a soft bed together. They provide body heat for each other, and Branch puts a cover over them. But Poppy insisted that they should make the twins sleep with them, since it would be more safe and they can hold them. Branch was kinda not for the idea because of the fact that Poppy moves on her sleep, but if it was for safety, he'd do it.

He picks both up in the blanket and lay them on the now soft bed gently. He laid on the left side while she laid on the right. The two small Trollings slept in the middle of their loving parents. Prince Branch became King Branch, and Queen Poppy got to have a party. The best thing about this day was that the Trollings had been birthed into this lovely world. Poppy couldn't wait until they were older so she can actually do something with them! Branch didn't on the other hand.

[rebbecacarpentie-blog]

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Winchesters meet the Phantom Ch. 23

"Hey, long time to talk." Danny mused into the phone, eyes trailing over the various science questions on his screen. "What's new?"

"Hey Danny." Sam's voice filtered through the speaker. Having known the brothers this long, you can just tell the type of mess their in.

"What life-altering drama did you stir up?" Danny asked before Sam's could continue, taking in the sigh.

"Remember how we lost Lucifer after he went of the rails?" A noise of confirmation was all the younger man gave. "Well, turns out he decided to give the president a whirl."

"Wait... The president? Like United States president?" Danny gasped, shocked that the world was actually being ran by the devil himself. Not just as a metaphor. "You've got to be kidding me."

"He hid out from the world as the president. Had an affair with someone who works with him."

"She got pregnant, didn't she." Danny sighed, even Satan needs to realize the reasons for condoms. " Does that make the child some kind of hybrid?"

"He's a Nephilim, over all we have everything under control." Sam answered. "The thing is that we have something we need to do, and we need someone to watch Jack."

"Sam, I'm flattered you trust me to watch over a powerful baby... BUT I don't do kids." Danny denied, turning to face the window. His mind drifting to his friends. "I can't image Sam or Tucker doing that as well."

"He's not a baby." Sam sighed, Danny could pick up the sound of rustling. "It's... It's complicated. Look, if you have too many classes we can find someone else to come to the bunker. Only if you're free."

Danny paused, eyes scanning the sky as thoughts ran through his head. What classes does he have this week? His psych and astronomy teachers' called out, he had one other class, which was today... Which he already completed. That leaves him free the rest of the week...

"Danny?"

"Yea, sorry." Danny cleared his head turning back to the computer. "How long do you need a sitter?"

"Won't be anymore then a few days, I promise." Danny heard the hope in Winchester's voice and couldn't help but cave.

"Okay... I'll be there with in the hour."

`"Wait, what?" Danny nodded at the shocked look his friends gave him. "Shouldn't the president be protected? Like what if something happened? What if something worse happened and some takes him over and wages war?"

"Do you really think a hunter could make his way to talk to the president and not be deemed crazy?" Tucker rolled his eyes, before shifting the topic. "My issue is that Sam and Dean want you to baby sit the anti-Christ?"

"We don't know that, Tuck." Danny sighed, shaking his head."Jack could clearly be a nice kid, but yea. I'm going soon."

"Is this a smart idea?" Sam M. asked, turning a stern glare on the halfa. "College isn't like high school Danny, they will kick you out." Danny held back another sigh when he realized where this was going.

"I know Sam, but I don't have any classes this week." Danny retorted. "I haven't seen the brothers in forever, and it'll be nice to visit that bunker their always talking about."

"Danny's got a point." Tucker chimed, shrugging at the look the goth gave him. "He won't miss anything."

"Ugh, fine." Sam M. groaned, relaxing her posture. "You can go, on one condition."

"What?" Danny questioned, feeling the already building regret before he even agreed. He told Sam he would be there, he couldn't back out now.

"You have to go to that dance with Anita and me." Sam said, earning a groan from the short of the two and a laugh from the other male. "Tucker you should know, you're coming too. I'm picking the suits.

"I'll be back in a few days." Danny mumbled into clothed shoulders, arms wounded around his boyfriends waist. "You don't have to worry much."

"Me, worried? Always." Theo pulled back, giving the small man a grin. "You don't have to worry too much about me, go, enjoy meeting your friend's kid. I just wish you two could have meet in better circumstances."

"Yea, but better late then never I guess?" Danny sighed, looking into brown eyes. "I have to get going soon though, or I'll miss the flight."

"Kansas is an awful long way." Theo pouted. "Can't take a plus one?"

"I could, but you got classes and work babe." Danny planted a peck on his lips, before pulling away. "Now you need to head out before you're late to work." Before Danny could move again, he found himself pulled onto the bed in a flash.

"Or we could just stay here." Theo spoke in a sing song voice, wrapping himself around his lover. Danny laughed, rolling over to face him.

"I really have to go." Danny sighed, placing a hand against tan cheek.

"But baby it's cold outside." Theo sang, a cheeky grin laced his face.

"Theo" Danny laughed, placing a kiss on the taller's nose. "as much as I love your classic songs, I really do... Can't be late."

"I know, just don't know what I'll do without by baby here." Theo whined, nuzzling his nose into unruly hair. "Whose gonna hear me complain about that bitch Rebecca?"

"I always have a phone, love." Danny chuckled, pulling them both up to sitting. "One last goodbye kiss, then I really must go."