#unlikely connections

[copperboom82]

Whole Lotta Love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC

Word Count: 3.7k

Title credit: Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin

Summary: As their relationship deepens, a simple hunt brings Dean and Lorelai find their connection impossible to ignore. Will they take the leap and explore the depths of their feelings for each other?

Set September 2005, shortly before the Pilot.

AN: Hello! This was something I wrote in October for Cult of Chaos's Cultober event and never posted over here (Discord server can be found here for anyone interested). Prompts were "masturbation show" and "cuddling". It was written to work as a oneshot and can be read on its own, but if you're reading Unlikely Connections over on Ao3, it also works as an outtake from Chapter 26.

Warnings: Contains smut, 18+ only. Minors DNI. Other than that? Mentions of alcohol/drunkeness. Cursing. Fluff.

Credit/Link: Divider by cafekitsune and can be found here!

Dean watched with amusement as Lorelai savored the last bite of her chocolate cake, her eyes closing in bliss. It was getting late and had been a long day on the road, but being reunited with Lorelai had given him a burst of energy nothing else could. It’d only been a week they’d been apart this time, but he was finding that the longer this thing went on between them, the stronger he'd find himself feeling her absence. He knew they were overdue for a conversation – the fumble he’d made on the phone the night before, calling her his girlfriend, had been proof of that, but he wasn’t looking forward to it. There was no doubt in his mind by then how she felt about him, but those walls of hers were still going to be a bitch to deal with.

“Good?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Lorelai nodded enthusiastically, licking a stray bit of frosting from her lips.

“So good. I swear, small-town diners always have the best desserts.”

Dean chuckled, pushing his now-empty plate to the side, any remnants of his apple pie long gone.

“Can’t argue that. Though I still say pie kicks the shit out of cake.”

“And that’s why you’re cracked,” Lorelai retorted, a playful smirk on her face.

As they settled into a comfortable silence, Dean found himself studying Lorelai. There was something different tonight – a tension in her shoulders that hadn’t been there for a while, a slight furrow in her brow when she thought he wasn’t looking. He wanted to ask what was bothering her, but experience had taught him the best way to get things out of her was easing into them… pushing her rarely went well.

“So,” he began, leaning back in the booth and opting to focus on lightening the mood instead, “you ready to tackle some ghouls tomorrow? Or did you need another day to recover from last night’s festivities.”

From how drunk she’d sounded, he was impressed she’d actually stuck to her word and showed up. He’d half expected her to tell him she wouldn’t make it until Sunday. Lorelai’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she met his gaze with defiance.

“Please. I could hunt circles around you even with a hangover.”

Dean snorted and raised an eyebrow.

“Is that a challenge, Baudelaire?”

“Maybe,” she shot back, eyes alight with their normal mischief. “You up for it?”

Their playful banter continued as they made their way back to the motel, even as the atmosphere began to shift to something more charged around them. Dean’s fingers drummed restlessly on the steering wheel as he drove, hyper-aware of Lorelai’s presence beside him. She had her window rolled down slightly, the cool night air tousling her hair and nipping at both their skin. The scent of her shampoo mingled with the crisp autumn breeze, filling the car with a heady mixture that made Dean’s head spin. He found himself reminded of nights driving around Tullahoma, music pouring from the car’s radio and smell of pine surrounding them.

As they pulled into the motel parking lot, Dean cut the engine and they both climbed out of the car. Lorelai, he noticed, gravitated closer to him as they walked, and as soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Dean found his arms full, her lips crashing against his with an urgency that took his breath away.

Dean’s hands instinctively found their way to Lorelai’s waist, pulling her closer as he returned her kiss with equal fervor. The tension that had been building between them all evening finally broke, unleashing a flood of desire that threatened to drown him. Dean walked them backwards until Lorelai’s back hit the wall, never breaking their heated kiss.

His hands roamed her body, reacquainting himself with every curve and plane he'd missed over the past week. Lorelai's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly in the way she knew drove him crazy. Dean groaned into her mouth, pressing his hips against hers and relishing in the soft gasp it elicited from her.

As they broke apart for air, Dean trailed kisses along Lorelai's jaw, making his way to that sensitive spot just below her ear. He nipped at it gently, smirking against her skin when she shivered in response.

"Fuck, I missed you," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Lorelai's reply came out as a breathy moan as Dean's hands slipped under her sweater, his calloused fingers skimming along her bare skin. "Missed you too," she managed to get out, arching into his touch.

“You really are insatiable,” he teased, remembering his words from the night before as he pulled back slightly, taking in her flushed skin and darkened eyes. Lorelai’s lips were already swollen from their kissing, hair starting to come loose from its braid, and he couldn’t help think she’d never looked more beautiful. The color in her cheeks deepened, though Dean knew it was from embarrassment.

“Like you’re any better,” she threw back, pulling him back in and kissing him again quickly but deeply before moving to trail her mouth down his neck. Dean let out a sound that was half laugh half moan as she worked, his grip on her tightening.

“Yeah, well I’m not the one that drunk dialed you and got myself off listening to your voice last night,” he teased, hands still roaming under her sweater. “Gotta say, sweetheart, I didn't expect you to be still be quite so... enthusiastic after that."

"Fuck, can we please not talk about that?" Lorelai groaned, burying her face in Dean’s chest, suddenly abandoning her other activities. Dean laughed, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Aw, c'mon, Lor. No need to be embarrassed. It was hot as hell."

Lorelai looked up at him, a mixture of embarrassment and defiance in her eyes. "Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah," Dean confirmed, his voice dropping even lower. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. "Hearing you touch yourself, knowing you were thinking about me... God, Lor, I was so fucking turned on. What do you think I did when I got back to my room?"

A shiver ran through Lorelai at his words, and Dean felt her press closer to him. Encouraged, he continued, "You know what I kept thinking about?"

Lorelai shook her head, her breath catching as Dean's hands slid lower, gripping her hips.

"How much I wished I could've seen you," he admitted, his voice thick with desire. "Watching you fall apart, seeing what you do to yourself when you're alone... fuck, baby, just thinking about it gets me hard."

Lorelai's eyes widened at his admission, a spark of interest igniting in them. She bit her lip, considering for a moment before a mischievous smile spread across her face.

"I could do something about that, you know. If you wanted."

Dean's breath caught in his throat, his grip on her hips tightening, immediately catching onto her implication.

"Seriously?"

Lorelai nodded, her earlier embarrassment seemingly forgotten as she pushed Dean back towards the bed.

"Sit down," she instructed, her voice taking on a commanding tone that sent a jolt of arousal straight to Dean's groin. He obeyed without hesitation, settling on the edge of the bed and watching with rapt attention as Lorelai stepped back. She reached for the hem of her sweater, pausing for a moment to lock eyes with Dean.

"No touching," she warned, a teasing glint in her eye. "You wanted to watch, right?" Dean nodded eagerly, his hands gripping the bedspread to keep from reaching out for her.

"Yeah, sweetheart. Show me everything."

Lorelai smirked, slowly pulling her sweater over her head to reveal a simple black bra underneath. Dean's eyes roamed over her exposed skin hungrily, taking in the subtle definition of her muscles and the swell of her breasts.

She reached for the button of her jeans next, popping it open with deliberate slowness. As she lowered the zipper, she kept her eyes locked on Dean's, reveling in the way his gaze darkened with each new inch of skin revealed.

"You know," she said conversationally as she shimmied out of her jeans, "I think about you a lot when I'm alone."

"Yeah? Tell me about it,” he prompted, his voice strained in a way that made her smirk. Lorelai stepped out of her jeans, now clad only in her bra and a pair of simple black panties. She ran her hands along her sides, her touch feather-light.

"I think about your hands," she murmured. "How they feel on my skin, calloused and rough but so gentle when you want them to be."

Her own hands moved higher, cupping her breasts through her bra. "I think about your mouth," she continued, her breath hitching slightly as she kneaded her flesh. "How you always know just where to kiss, where to bite..."

Dean shifted on the bed, his jeans growing uncomfortably tight as he watched Lorelai's display. "Fuck, baby," he groaned. "What else?"

Lorelai's hands moved to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "I think about your cock," she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly at her own boldness. "How it feels inside me, stretching me just right."

She palmed her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers and gasping at the sensation. "Sometimes," she continued, her voice breathy, "I think about how it feels in my mouth. The weight of you on my tongue, the way you taste... fuck, Dean. I love making you come down my throat.

Dean cursed under his breath, his hands clenching and unclenching as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her.

"Christ, Lor, you're killing me here."

Lorelai smirked, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. "You started this, Winchester. You want me to stop?"

Dean shook his head vehemently. "Fuck no. Keep going. Wanna see all of you."

Lorelai slowly pulled down her panties, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. She stood before Dean completely bare, her skin flushed with arousal and anticipation. Dean's eyes roamed over her body hungrily, drinking in every inch of exposed skin.

"Tell me what to do," Lorelai said softly, her earlier bravado faltering slightly under the intensity of Dean's gaze, and Dean swallowed hard.

“Touch yourself for me, Lor. C’mere, and show me how you like it,” he told her, his voice rough. She nodded, and crossed the short distance, settling in at the head of the bed, just out of his reach, while he shifted to see her better. Her hands trailed her body, and she cupped her breasts again, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples. A soft moan escaped her as she rolled the hardened peaks between her fingers.

"That's it," Dean encouraged, his own arousal evident in the strain of his jeans. "God, you're so fucking beautiful, Lor."

One of Lorelai's hands drifted lower, skimming over her stomach and down to the apex of her thighs. She parted her legs slightly, giving Dean a better view as she ran her fingers through her folds.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," he groaned. "Spread yourself for me, baby. Let me see all of you."

Lorelai complied, using two fingers to part her folds and expose her glistening center to Dean's hungry gaze. She circled her clit with her other hand, her breath hitching at the sensation.

"Tell me what you're thinking about," Dean instructed, his voice low and commanding, trying to keep his growing desperation at bay. Lorelai's eyes fluttered shut as she continued to tease herself.

"You," she breathed. "Your hands on me, your mouth... Fuck, Dean, I love it when you eat me out."

Dean shifted on the bed, adjusting himself through his jeans. "Yeah? You want my tongue on you right now, baby?"

Lorelai nodded, a whimper escaping her as she increased the pressure on her clit. "Yes, fuck, Dean... want your tongue inside me, want you to make me come..."

"Soon," Dean promised, his voice rough with desire. "For now, I want you to slip a finger inside yourself. Nice and slow."

Lorelai obeyed, sliding one finger into her wet heat with a soft gasp. She pumped it slowly, her other hand still working her clit in tight circles.

"That's it," Dean encouraged. "Add another finger, baby. Stretch yourself for me."

Lorelai complied, slipping a second finger alongside the first. She moaned at the fuller sensation, her hips rocking slightly as she fucked herself on her fingers.

"God, Lor, you look so fucking hot right now," Dean groaned. "Wish it was my cock inside you, filling you up..."

Lorelai's movements became more frantic at his words, her fingers pumping faster as she chased her release. "Dean," she whimpered, "I'm close..."

"Not yet," Dean commanded, his voice firm despite his own arousal. "Slow down, baby. I'm not done watching you yet."

Lorelai whined in frustration but obeyed, slowing her movements to a torturous pace. Her thighs trembled with the effort of holding back her orgasm, and Dean couldn't help but marvel at how responsive she was to his commands.

"That's my girl," he praised. "Now, I want you to tell me what you think about when you're alone. What gets you off when I'm not there?"

Lorelai's cheeks flushed, but she met Dean's gaze as she spoke. "I think about that time in Tulsa," she admitted. "How you held me up against the wall, fucked me so hard I could barely walk the next day..."

Dean groaned at the memory, his cock twitching in his jeans. She’d been so rev’ed up that night, so flexible… they’d both been pleasantly sore the next day.

“God, Lor, that was so hot. The way you were begging me for it… I still think about it. What else?"

"I think about that mouth of yours," Lorelai continued, her voice breathy as she continued to work herself slowly. "You know how to make me fall apart… make me feel so good."

"You deserve to feel good, sweetheart," Dean murmured, hardly conscious of what he was even saying. "You're so fucking perfect. Love watching you like this, all spread out for me..."

Lorelai's hips bucked at his words, a whimper escaping her. "Dean, please," she begged. "I need more..."

Dean's resolve was crumbling, his own need becoming unbearable.

"Okay, baby," he conceded. "Speed up for me. Wanna watch you come."

Lorelai didn't need to be told twice. She increased the pace of her fingers, fucking herself faster as her other hand worked her clit with renewed vigor. Her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat as she chased her release.

"That's it," Dean encouraged, his voice rough with desire. "Come for me, Lor. Let me see you fall apart."

With a cry of Dean's name, Lorelai's orgasm crashed over her. Her body tensed, thighs trembling as waves of pleasure washed through her. Dean watched in awe as she rode out her climax, committing every detail to memory.

Dean was on her in an instant as she came down from her high, pulling her close and kissing her deeply before reaching for her hand.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured as she nuzzled into his chest, and he brought her fingers to his lips, licking them clean and savoring the taste of her. “Fuck, Lor, you’re amazing.”

 "Your turn," she mumbled back, still trembling through the aftershocks but already eager for more, reaching for the button of his jeans. Dean, however, caught her wrist gently, stopping her.

"Uh-uh," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I'm not done with you yet."

Before Lorelai could respond, Dean shifted, rolling her onto her back and moving to shed his own clothes, his eyes never leaving her as she watched him hungrily.

"On your hands and knees," he instructed, climbing onto the bed behind her.

Lorelai complied eagerly, presenting herself to him. Dean ran his hands over her ass, kneading the flesh appreciatively before trailing his fingers along her still-sensitive folds.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet," he groaned, coating himself in her slickness. "You ready for me?"

"Yes," Lorelai breathed, pushing back against him. "Please, Dean, need you inside me..."

Dean lined himself up with her entrance, teasing her with just the tip. "Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice rough with need.

"You," Lorelai whimpered. "Want your cock, Dean. Want you to fuck me, make me yours..."

With a groan, Dean pushed into her in one smooth thrust, both of them crying out at the sensation. He stilled for a moment, giving her time to adjust, before setting a punishing pace.

"Fuck, Lor," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You feel so good, so tight and wet for me..."

Lorelai moaned, meeting his thrusts with equal enthusiasm. "Yes, Dean, just like that... harder, please..."

Dean complied, snapping his hips with renewed vigor. He reached around to rub her clit, drawing a sharp gasp from her. "That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Wanna feel you come on my cock."

Lorelai's arms gave out, her face pressing into the mattress as Dean continued to pound into her. The new angle had him hitting her g-spot with every thrust, and he could feel her getting close again already.

"Dean," she whimpered.

"I know, baby, me too,” Dean grunted, his rhythm faltering slightly. "Come for me, Lor. Let go."

With a cry of Dean's name, Lorelai's second orgasm crashed over her. Her inner walls clenched around him, pulling Dean over the edge with her. He came with a shout, spilling inside her as his hips stuttered to a stop.

They collapsed onto the bed, Dean barely managing to avoid crushing Lorelai beneath him. He pulled out gently, rolling onto his side and tugging her close. And for a long moment, they lay there in silence, both trying to catch their breath. Dean pressed soft kisses to Lorelai's shoulder, his hand tracing lazy patterns on her hip.

"That was..." Lorelai trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words. Dean chuckled, nuzzling into her hair.

"Yeah," he agreed. "It was. Always is with you."

Lorelai rolled over to face him, her expression soft and unguarded in a way Dean rarely got to see. She reached up, tracing his jawline with gentle fingers.

"I'm glad I came," she admitted quietly.

Dean's heart swelled at her words. He caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Me too, sweetheart. I... I missed you. More than I thought I would."

He could see her try to retreat behind those damn walls of her, try to hide what the words meant to her, but after so many months he’d gotten use to reading her anyway. He saw the way her eyes softened, the way her cheeks flushed, and her lips quirked into a smile. And instead of pulling away, she snuggled closer, tucking her head under his chin.

"I missed you too," she murmured, her voice muffled against his chest.

Dean tightened his arms around her, savoring the feeling of having her close. He knew they still had a lot to figure out, that there were conversations they needed to have. But for now, he was content to hold her, to breathe in the scent of her hair and feel the warmth of her skin against his.

As they lay there, tangled in each other's arms, Dean found himself thinking about the future in ways he didn’t normally let himself. He thought about what he wanted to ask her, about giving things a real shot, and he let himself imagine what it might be like if she said yes. It was easy to imagine, they’d already been spending so much time together. The idea of having her there with him, as a real partner… by his side for hunts, lazy mornings in bed and late nights on the road. He even let himself wonder for a half a second what Sam might think of her, what his little brother would say if he could see him now, wrapped around this woman’s finger. It was such a good dream, Dean didn’t think he’d even mind the teasing he was sure would come.

It scared him, how easily he could picture a life with Lorelai by his side. But as she pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone, her fingers tracing patterns on his back, Dean realized he wasn't as afraid of that future as he used to be. The thing he thought he might be most afraid of was her saying no and crushing it all before they even really gave it a chance. He knew he wasn’t in this alone… but he knew those fears of hers ran deep, and he hoped he’d be enough to help her push through them, but he wasn’t sure.

"We should probably get some sleep," Lorelai murmured after a while, her voice heavy with exhaustion. "Got ghouls to hunt tomorrow, remember?"

Dean chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Yeah, you're right. Though I gotta say, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to focus on hunting when all I can think about is you."

Lorelai laughed softly, swatting at his chest playfully.

"You are such a cheeseball,” she chided, laughter underlying her voice. “We've got work to do."

Dean grinned, catching her hand and bringing it to his lips. "Yes, ma'am," he teased. "But after we're done with the ghouls..."

"After the ghouls, we'll see," Lorelai said, and Dean could hear the smile in her voice, even if it was mixed with that nervousness he’d come to expect.

As they settled in for the night, Dean found himself feeling more content than he had in a long time. He knew they still had a lot to work through, that there were still secrets between them and walls to be broken down. But lying here with Lorelai in his arms, Dean felt like maybe, just maybe, they had a real shot at something good.

With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes, letting the steady rhythm of Lorelai's breathing lull him to sleep. Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, but for now, Dean was exactly where he wanted to be.

[keferon]

It took me a while to read chapter 70 of Mistakes on mistakes until because I can't just. Youknow. read it. I have to be a total maniac and sketch everything I like as I read, so this whole chapter took me an absurd amount of time ahahaha

[aimeimagi-nation]

2023 March - Fellowship Week

Fellowship Week 2023 at the Imagination Factory and in Luna Park was a week of pure magic. As a member of the troupe, co-ceo, adult shaped by traditional systems turned newby puppeteer, I had the opportunity to build bridges of unlikely connections with people from all walks of life. We united in our love for creativity, imagination, and joy. One of my most memorable experiences was riding on an…

[mipexch]

been thinking about something wicked a little too much lately. no harm in romanticizing the ominous dreadful unstoppable force

[arovalentines]

all you ever need is to be nice and friendly

[dotted-clouds]

doomed 👍

[booasaur]

Special Ops: Lioness

[alyona11]

Also my dudes, if you ever in London and you’re huge Hadestown nerds, you can visit National Theatre Archives and watch the proshot of London Hadestown from 2018 (for those who might not know, it’s similar to Broadway/tour/west end in terms of costume design but has different characterisation for orphedice in particular + different lyrics) with most of the OBC playing the roles.

The archives have 2 proshots, one from different angles and one from a wide angle, I watched a multiple angle one and it’s really great. Plus they have some other Hadestown stuff, you can see all of it in the archive catalogue. You can book the day to see it in the archive website and even watch it in group for free.

Also the people who work in the archives are super lovely and we accidentally run into one lady who works there and also is a huge Hadestown fan :3 Overall 10/10 would recommend!

[shotmrmiller]

time skips in romance fucking kill me like wym you're taking a realistic route and breaking up, hoping they go to a therapist to heal from the baggage that could backlog an airport???? where's the obsession??? the absolute refusal to let go??

[copperboom82]

Sneak Peek

Sneak peek of next week's chapter for Unlikely Connections, going up next weekend:

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

The words had slipped from his lips before he’d had a chance to give them much thought, and Dean realized his mistake when both Sam and his dad abandoned their menus to look at him instead. Seeing that his eyes were trained on the bar, they both followed his gaze, and as they turned back, Dean knew Sam had spotted her too.

Because, of course, why wouldn’t Lorelai show up when he probably least wanted her there. They hadn’t seen each other since Chicago, and he wasn’t keen on having this particular reunion with an audience.

“What?” John asked, obviously not spotting the familiar face. Dean wasn’t surprised – it had been about a year, after all, since the three of them had taken care of the Chupacabra together, and obviously the one encounter they had back when Lorelai had met Sam hadn’t been significant enough for either of them to recognize each other the last time they’d been in the same space. Thinking quickly, Dean motioned to his beer and started to move to get up from their booth.

“Nothing. Waitress grabbed the wrong beer; I’ll be right back.”

 Sharing a look with Sam, he grabbed the bottle and ducked away from the table before either of them could say anything. The place was pretty busy, but luckily for him, Lorelai had scouted out a spot towards the end of the bar and it was almost too easy to slide up next to her.

She glanced over half-heartedly when he rested his forearms on the stretch of counter to her left, the beer in his hand making a dull thunk as it made contact with the wood, but her lack of interest turned to a look of surprise when she recognized him, and then finally a smile. Despite the circumstances, it was a small relief that she seemed happy to see him – given how they’d left things, he hadn’t been entirely sure what type of reception to expect.

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns…” she joked, leaning back in her stool and shifting ever so slightly to face him. Dean snorted.

“Lor,” he greeted.

“Dean,” she copied with a straight face, only to smile wider in the end. “You look good.”

Dean found his eyes roving her figure of their own accord and couldn’t help but think the same of her. The red Henley she was wearing was unbuttoned enough to show off her cleavage, and the fit flattered her slim figure. Her hair was straight, and she’d left it hanging loosely around her face – a clear sign that she wasn’t anticipating any action for the rest of the evening. Aside from a fresh-looking cut on the top of her right forearm, she looked to be in good health and good spirits. It was likely the most pleasant initial greeting he’d received from her since they’d split up, and somewhere he hoped they might be making progress.

“So do you. What happened there?” he asked, nodding towards her arm. She glanced at it but was rolling her eyes when she turned back to him.

“Crazy bitch got me with a cursed blade last week,” she complained, lowering her voice so that no one else would hear. He raised his eyebrows, silently prompting her to go on, even as she paused to sip the drink she was nursing. “It’s nothing,” she continued dismissively, “I just haven’t had time to stop by St. Fern’s. They’ll be able to patch it up in no time if it doesn’t heal on its own.”

“St. Fern’s?” he asked, looking carefully over her head and back towards the table. Sam had pulled out a newspaper and was engaging their dad in some kind of conversation, but Dean wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep their old man distracted.

“Special hospital,” Lorelai smirked, pointedly flexing a boot-clad foot as she crossed her legs, and Dean realized she meant it was a magical hospital. “Anyway, how are you doing? Where’s Sam? I’ll get the next round and the three of us can talk about whatever’s brought you out here, because I’m sure it’s not a coincidence.”

Dean let out a humorless chuckle and took a swig of his beer, letting his head hang for a moment while he braced himself for what he was sure was going to be an argument.

“Would be highly unlikely,” he agreed. Lorelai looked at him imploringly, and he realized that leaning against the bar, she was now close enough that he could smell the rose infused shampoo and floral perfume he’d come to associate with her. “Sam’s over there, but you might wanna reconsider your offer.” Lorelai turned her head in the direction Dean had motioned, and he watched her shoulders sag the moment she found the mark.

“Son of a bitch.”

“That Chupacabra case we worked last summer, when my dad showed up. You were so nervous because you were afraid he’d get too close and figure out what you are, not because we were dating,” he theorized, working to keep the accusatory tone out of his voice. It was something that had been on his mind for a while but had kept quiet about, like so many other things they just hadn’t talked about yet.

Even at the time, though, Dean remembered thinking her reaction had seemed… out of character, or at least more intense than he’d have anticipated. He hadn’t pushed her about it – she’d already been so skittish about dating him, he had his own nerves with his dad around, and there’d been enough tension between them on that case, as he remembered, that he hadn’t felt the need to stir up any more. But months after the fact, the truth of what had been at play occurred to him somewhere about halfway through the list of hunters she’d given him that knew about the wizarding world.

Lorelai bit her lip and nodded.

“Your dad has a bit of a reputation,” she admitted. “Great hunter, but not very… trusting. I can’t back off this one, though. I’m on assignment.”

“Well, we’re not walking away either, sweetheart,” he told her, pushing down the emotions that information kicked up. Lorelai let out a frustrated sigh and downed the rest of her drink.

“Assuming we’re on the same thing, I already found the nest. Or its general vicinity, anyway.”

Of course she already knew about vampires, he thought to himself bitterly.

“Great, tell us where it is, and we’ll take care of it.”

“I can’t, I’m on assignment,” she repeated, the aggravation clear in her voice. “There’s rumors of a Wendigo about five towns over, go have your family reunion chasing that.”

“Not a chance,” he said, taking a sip of his beer, and he could tell his nonchalance was only getting under her skin. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose before leaning back in her seat.

“Alright, well, I’ll just have to be really, really careful. I hunted with you pretty regularly for five months and you never batted an eye.”

Dean frowned, his eyes narrowing at the casual reminder of her deceit, but she didn’t seem to notice, and he decided it wasn’t the time or the place to pick at that particular scab.

“He’s not gonna wanna work with anyone else, Lor. I still can’t believe he hasn’t ditched us,” Dean pointed out, and Lorelai groaned.

“Dean, please,” she pleaded, turning to him with that look on her face he had a hard time saying no to. “You’ve got to help me. I don’t have any wiggle room on this one. Besides, you know I can be helpful.”

She wasn’t wrong. When they’d been seeing each other, he’d called her for backup so frequently for her hunting skills as much as it had been an excuse to see her, and there was no denying she’d been a help in Hibbing and Fitchburg. Even in Kinston, to some extent, and she’d been pretty fucked up at the time. Something wasn’t adding up though. Lorelai didn’t ask for favors, and she didn’t get attached to cases – not the way he did. He remembered the feeling he’d gotten while he and Sam had been poking around Elkins’ cabin, the one that had left him feeling so unsettled and made Sam laugh at him, and his suspicions only deepened.

“What does MACUSA care so much about a bunch of vampires for anyway? You said it’s not uncommon for you guys to drop off cases when you see hunters pick them up,” Dean questioned. Lorelai pursed her lips, and he knew he’d hit on something. It was as though he could see the gears turning in her head.

“It’s not about the vamps,” she finally said, “it’s about what they took.” Dean’s eyes lit up and he slapped the bar excitedly, suddenly feeling vindicated. Lorelai was taken aback and regarded him concernedly.

“I knew it!” he exclaimed.

“Knew what?” she repeated curiously, all while nodding distractedly at the bartender who was trying to ask if she wanted another drink. Dean grinned, leaning in closer.

“Sam thought I was nuts, but you were at Daniel Elkins’ place earlier today, weren’t you? Looking for the Colt?”

Lorelai’s brow only furrowed deeper.

“How could you possibly know that?” she demanded. Dean shrugged, still not confident he could explain it any better than he’d tried to with Sam earlier. The only difference was now he knew he hadn’t been wrong.

“There was this, I don’t know, this… buzz in the air that felt like you. Almost like an echo or something.” He’d expected her to laugh at the confession, or tease him like Sam had, but instead she only looked surprised.

“You felt my magic?” she whispered, leaning in even closer. In the distance, he saw Sam watching them curiously while his dad was saying something to their waitress. Dean looked back to Lorelai and shrugged.

“You tell me.”

Lorelai frowned. “Was Sam able to feel it?” she asked, and he shook his head. Her frown deepened, and Dean wanted to ask her what she was thinking, but he caught sight of his waitress walking past and felt eyes on him. Remembering Lorelai’s request he nudged her knee, effectively recapturing her attention, and smiled.

“If you want me to pull this off, smile back like I said something charming and kiss me.”

Dean could see the question burning in her eyes, but some part of her must still have trusted him because the next thing he knew, the familiar, flirtatious smile was on her face and she was pulling him into her, her hand coming to rest along his jawline. He could see Sam’s smirking face next to his dad’s surprised one from the corner of his eye before he leaned into the kiss, trying not to let himself get too distracted by how soft and welcoming Lorelai’s lips were under his, or the fact that she tasted like cranberry.

“What are you up to, Winchester?” she mumbled, a challenging look in her eye even as he rested his forehead against hers.

“Helping you. My dad’ll recognize you. Steady girlfriend and hunting partner’s gonna get you in a lot easier than anything else you’d come up with. Believable enough too, considering last time you met him.” Lorelai’s cheeks flushed at the reminder and Dean felt something stir inside of him at the sight.

“I think you just wanted to kiss me,” she accused. Instead of responding Dean dipped his head to kiss her again, smirking when he felt her breath catch and her mouth molded to his.

“Probably about as much as you wanted to kiss me,” he retorted, still so close he could feel her breath on his face.

“Jackass,” she muttered, causing him to chuckle at the familiar insult. It was one she had taken to using almost affectionately… before, anyway.

“Irresistible jackass,” he corrected, his usual line rolling off his tongue as if no time had passed. Lorelai was shaking her head at him as she finally leaned back. The fact that she was holding in laughter let him know he wasn’t entirely wrong.

“We’ll see about that.”

He could have bantered with her all night, but realizing they still had an audience Dean stepped back and motioned for her to get up.

“Come on. Follow my lead and we’ll catch up after dinner, alright?”

[naffeclipse]

What would Y/N do is Orca!Eclipse was having a panic attack?

He would try to hide from your sights and deal with it on his own, panicking and struggling with the squeezing pressure in his chest that makes him wonder if his heart will simply stop and he will float belly up, dead. He can't be seen as weak. That's not attractive. That's not going to make you stay. But you would find him anyway.

You're bewildered and alarmed watching the orca siren flounder as if he were under attack, but he couldn't be. He's the apex predator of the Arctic. You finally beckon and perhaps even touch him when he thrashes beside the ice. Your gloves slide down his slick skin but you take him by the face and hold him still, speaking softly to him. You don't know what's wrong. You only know his eyes are wide and wild, darting everywhere but you.

Softly, calmly, you tell him everything is alright. He's safe. He's going to be okay. You're here. You don't want him to be scared or hurt or alone. His breaths are off-tempo and hitched like he's drowning above the sea. Your thumbs softly stroke his cheek while he slowly clings to you, his claws pressing so tight to your coat that you're afraid he's going to puncture the fabric. Instead, he slowly drags himself onto land and pulls you against his wet chest. This time, you don't fear it so much.

He curls tightly around you, clinging to you like a child. Even stranger, he's silent. He's so terribly quiet and you fear that he's gone into shock or something of that nature. You keep talking to him, telling him things about photography and other places you visit, anything to keep him grounded with your voice. You don't think you make any sense or you sound boring, but when you pause for a few seconds too long, his arms begin squeezing you. You continue, and he gradually uncoils from whatever is gripping him.

You ask if he wants to talk about it. He says no. He just wants to hold you. He begs you to stay, to not leave him. He doesn't want to be alone again.

So you stay with him in his arms until he's almost back to old himself.

[lienwyn]

Look. I think we all knew this would happen eventually. And by "this" I mean both someone pulling on those suspenders AND Ga On getting railed on top of that desk.

You're welcome.

[futuremrscameron]

thank you drew starkey for being rafe’e number 1 understander

[lockley-spktr]

People who don't understand or respect Marc Spector get on my nerves.

The whole show showed the characters in it and the audience that you can’t have one without the other. I’m pretty sure it’s Steven who says they’re a package deal.

I understand feeling connected to one character more than another, but that doesn't mean you can treat the one(s) you don't feel connected with like they don't exist or that they're bad when they're not.

I also get that Steven may be an “easier” character for people to connect with or whatever, but that doesn't mean Marc is any less deserving of love.

Anyway, I find the treatment of Marc Spector by fans and even the people who worked on the show kind of strange.

[ezkel]

Wolfstar + jegulus Au where prongsfoot met in uni and neither of them know who each other's boyfriends are (moonwater are best friends who both go to Oxford on scholarship) and they decide to do a double date to meet each other's boyfriends.

But both Regulus and Sirius are trans but haven’t seen each other in years and so they don’t know about each other. And whenever James or Remus says their boyfriends names neither of them realise, because that's not the name they knew their sibling by. 

Sirius still ran away when he was 16, Regulus ran away when he got his scholarship to Oxford, Walburga and Orion wanted him to go to Cambridge to Study law like Orion did but Regulus wanted to study english literature. 

So Regulus and Remus get to the cafe early and are just sitting there shittalking the faculty at Oxford. And James and Sirius walk in, five minutes late and both Sirius and Regulus immediately get the feeling they know each other. Once they're all sat at the table they are both subtly trying to scope each other out when Sirius says something about his ‘sister’ and Regulus immediately clocks it and they get into an argument. Remus and James are trying to figure out what happened and calm their boyfriends and their best friends. 

Anyway the double date ends up being Sirius and Regulus catching up and their respective boyfriends trying to recover from the whiplash. 

They do end up having another double date a few days after the initial one, this one goes slightly better. Of course after Regulus and Sirius have grilled their best friends for dating their brothers without telling them.

[alxastrx]

When you're one of the most selfish mc who only saves people because it's part of a job you never wanted and did not get to chose or you would've died, who took your co-workers' morals and ideals because you didn't have any and desperately wanted to fit in somewhere, be it with the heroes or the villains, who's activelly haunted by one the most tragic past to have been created and suffer from a psychosis so bad (dare I say schizophrenia) that even your enemies acknowledged that you are mentally ill and objectively flawed in your judgement, never hesitated to try to kill anyone and has the most egoistic reason to be a good person but the fandom still thinks you're just a kind crybaby "I don't know what a gun is" homosexual twink.