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expectingtofly · 3 years

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What It Means to Love, 3k

established dean/cas, hurt/comfort, post 15x20, human!cas

day 2 of @thiscastielhasflown and i's follower celebration

prompt: hurt/comfort

“Dean, I am perfectly fine, I—” Cas paused, face scrunching up, then he sneezed before he could finish his sentence.

Dean took a step backwards. “Dude, gross! Seriously? Sneeze into your elbow. That’s like preschool 101.”

“Oh, then it’s so great that I went to preschool,” Cas said, managing to sound sarcastic even with his nose stuffed up. Dean winced as he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his trenchcoat. “It’s not like I haven’t been a human for only three months.”

Right. “Yeah, well, guess this is the perfect introduction." How the hell did Cas manage to still look so adorable slumped against the kitchen counter, clothes wrinkled and nose red? “Welcome to humanity, you have a cold. Here, stop that.” He couldn't watch Cas wipe his nose on his sleeve again. They didn’t have tissues in the kitchen, but he grabbed a napkin and handed it to him. Dutifully, Cas took it and blew his nose. “What you need is to get in some comfier clothes, lay down, and get some sleep.”

Violating the few feet he'd put between them to stay clear of the germs, he stepped closer to loosen Cas' tie. Cas let him, saying, "I can still help research—"

"No, no." Cas leveled him with a glare, but it had lost its bite now that Dean knew he couldn't strike him dead with his angel grace. Okay, it was still pretty menacing. "I'm trying to save your ass. Sam will kill you if you sneeze on his laptop or precious books. Come on, take off the coat, you gotta be burning up."

He was helping Cas slip it off when Sam walked into the kitchen. “Ew, gross," he complained, covering his eyes with his hand, and Dean realized he was essentially undressing Cas in front of the kitchen island. "Get a room."

"Grow up," Dean said, draping Cas' coat and tie over his arm. Okay, so maybe they’d given Sam a reason to be on-guard now, but, "It's not what it looks like."

Sam lowered his hand, then frowned at Cas. "Woah. What happened to you?"

"I'm sick," Cas answered, as if that wasn't obvious enough by his glassy eyes and disheveled appearance.

"Well, uh, wash your hands," Sam said, stepping back as Cas started for the door, Dean following. "Don't wanna spread any germs. And try to stay out of the library."

"Told you," Dean whispered to Cas as they went down the hallway. In their room, he gestured for Cas to sit on the bed as he rummaged through their dresser. “T-shirt and sweatpants,” he said, handing them over.

Cas unbuttoned his white button-down which was identical to the dress shirts he always wore as an angel. Apparently old habits died hard—in this case, an affinity for business casual. Actually, maybe Cas getting sick and out of his old clothes was a good thing. Dean didn't know the last time the trenchcoat had been washed.

Collecting Cas' shirt and pants, he said, “I’ll get rid of these disease-ridden clothes.” He thought he caught Cas rolling his eyes as he pulled Dean’s sweatshirt over his head. "You watch TV or something, I’ll go see if we have cold medicine.”

After starting a load of laundry and raiding the medicine cabinets in the bathroom and cabinets in the kitchen, he returned to the room to find Cas sitting cross-legged under the covers of the bed, remote in his hands.

“Here, you go,” Dean said, handing over a warm mug. Ancient Aliens played on the TV; one of Cas' favorite pastimes was refuting every crazy claim and theory the show presented with his own recollections of the ancient times. “Sam said this tea will help. He ran out to get some medicine.”

Eagerly, Cas took the mug from him and took a large gulp, then coughed. "Ow. It's hot."

"Drink it slowly, idiot."

Cas took a more hesitant sip, then squinted up at him. "This tea is incredibly flavorless."

Dean snorted. "’Cause your nose’s clogged up. And you probably burned your tongue. Another joy of being human."

Groaning, Cas dropped his head back on the pillows and stared at the ceiling. "Why is being human so difficult?"

Dean inwardly winced at that. Or thought he did so inwardly, but his expression must've revealed something because Cas glanced over at him, then straightened up, nearly spilling his tea. "Dean, I didn't mean anything by that."

Clearing his throat, Dean shrugged and sat down on the other side of the bed. "No, it's fine. You're right, being human sucks."

"And I wouldn't trade it for the world," Cas said.

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

Cas seemed about to say more, but then he sneezed. Into his elbow this time. Progress.

Ancient Aliens finished, and they got halfway through an episode of UFO Hunters before Cas started to nod off. Dean took the mug from him, and his eyes fluttered open, head jerking up. "I'm fine," he said.

"I know you're tired because you missed them saying aliens created the lost city of Atlantis."

Cas sniffled. "That's ridiculous. Everyone knows Atlantis was formed by—" He was interrupted by a yawn, and Dean made a mental note to return to that subject later.

“Come on, take a nap.”

“I am not a small child, Dean,” Cas protested, but he settled down anyway. Dean couldn’t resist adjusting the covers, essentially tucking him in. He wasn’t trying to baby him, but it was second nature seeing how miserable the guy looked. Turning off the lights, he went to the door. "You good? Need anything else?"

"No." Cas squinted one eye open to look at Dean over the blanket pulled up to his shoulders, and, fuck, if he wasn't still the most beautiful man Dean had ever seen, even sick as a dog. "Thank you."

A tiny alarm went off in Dean's brain about germs, but he returned to the bed to kiss Cas on the forehead anyway. True love, and all that. God, he was getting sappy in his old age.

Cas looked marginally better when he woke up from his nap. If marginally better meant pillow hair and pillow lines on his cheek. Well-rested, at least. He swallowed down the cold medicine Sam had brought home, complaining that he could taste enough to know the flavor was not, quote, "similar to anything occurring organically in nature."

"Whaddya wanna eat?" Dean asked him as he drained his glass of water. "And don't say PB and J," he added before Cas could speak.

Cas set his glass down on the nightstand and slid further down under the covers. "Anything that won't make my throat hurt more."

"My, uh, mom used to make me soup when I was sick."

"That sounds wonderful."

"Whatcha making?" Sam asked, coming into the kitchen. He lifted the lid of the pot on the stove and Dean snapped him with the towel.

"That's for Cas, back off."

"Wow," Sam said, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. "Look at you."

"Look at me what?" Setting aside the pot lid, he scraped the celery he'd been dicing from the cutting board into the pot.

Sam shrugged. "Taking care of Cas, making dinner, you're almost domestic."

Dean turned red and scrambled furiously for a comeback. "Yeah, and you're, you're still a little shit." Nailed it.

Sam laughed. "Wasn't an insult. Just meant, I don't know. Different for you, I guess."

Dean eyed him, stirring the soup. "Don't have much of a choice. Poor guy just turned human and he's already going through it."

"I think he's dealt with worse than a cold before."

"Yeah, well, wish he didn't have to deal with any of it." Any of it meant plenty. Between Dean’s own fuckups, world apocalypses, and near-death and actual death experiences, Cas had been through the ringer several times over. And now he was human—which, by all counts, wasn’t the worst thing he’d been through, but it wasn’t ideal. It’d been a rough transition, anyway.

Cas seemed better recently, though, since getting somewhat used to being human. And things were going well between them. Getting sick was just one tiny wrinkle compared to everything they’d been through, right?

He stared at the soup and startled when Sam straightened off the counter with a comment that Jack was out with friends, he was leaving for Eileen’s, have fun giving Cas a sponge bath. Dean flipped him off as he headed out the door.

When the soup was finished, he ladled a bowl full and returned to the bedroom. Cas looked up from his phone when Dean entered with the bowl of steaming soup. “Hear from Claire?” Dean asked, nudging the door shut with his foot.

“She says she and Kaia have almost closed up the case." He set his phone aside. “They’ll be able to visit soon.”

“You tell her you’re sick?”

“She was incredibly non-sympathetic—thank you." Cas took the bowl from him. “She seemed to find it amusing that I once ruled garrisons and now can’t go five minutes without sneezing.”

Dean tensed, hoping Cas wasn’t hurt by the comparison, but Cas didn’t look offended. “Sounds like her.”

"Yes.” He breathed in the steam coming from the bowl. “This smells incredible.”

"Family recipe," Dean joked, sitting down next to him. "Well, someone's family. Straight from some blog online. Think it's pretty close to what my mom would make." He watched Cas pick up his spoon, and added, "Don't tell Sam." He'd never hear the end of it if Sam knew he was reading mommy blogs.

"Your secret is safe with me."

Dean picked up the remote as Cas ate, wondering if he should give Claire a piece of his mind. Sure, Cas was pretty easy-going about the whole giving up his grace thing, but no need to rub it in his face. Becoming human had to feel pretty pitiful after ages of being an angel.

He was trying to make it better where he could, though. “You wanna watch a movie tonight? I'll let you pick because you're bedridden."

"I am not," Cas protested, though he looked more than a little pleased at the idea of getting to choose. Dean braced himself for whatever ridiculous romance or musical Cas insisted on watching now—to date, he'd been subjected to La La Land , the ending of which had reduced Cas to tears for the rest of the night; Pride and Prejudice, okay not too bad, though he'd never admit it; and You’ve Got Mail, dammit not bad enough for him to hate either.

Instead of suggesting a movie, though, Cas said, "You're very caring, Dean."

"Uh." Dean turned from cycling through the movie options on the TV to look at Cas. He felt himself turn red under the look Cas was giving him, head tilted, that fond almost-smile he got. "Yeah, uh. What I do."

"Yes," Cas agreed. "It is what you do. You're very good at taking care of others."

"Oh, God, don't start that." By that, he meant the long compliments Cas so shamelessly gave him now, like he'd been storing them up for a long time and was finally able to hand them out. It was like the dam had broken that night when Billie and the Empty—

But he didn't want to think about that. Not when all the events since that day had led to Cas now sitting in bed blowing his nose, the trashcan by the bed overflowing with tissues. Poor bastard; he'd gone through one whole Kleenex box already.

"I'm only going to stop because talking hurts too much," Cas told him, tossing a tissue at the trashcan and missing sorely. Dean grimaced.

They nearly got through Mama Mia before Cas dozed off, head resting on Dean’s shoulder. It wasn’t the most comfortable position and Dean’s arm was half-asleep, but he refused to move. The mere fact that they were sitting together in bed, pressed against each other, was still enough to send him into shock anytime he thought about it too much. Cas—a literal former angel—had fallen in love with him. It was almost too good to be true.

But Cas was currently slumped against him, drooling on his shoulder, so he guessed it really was true.

As the credits rolled, he turned off the TV and touched Cas’ forehead with the back of his hand. Not as warm as before. At his touch, Cas blinked awake.

“It’s over already?”

“Whaddya mean, already? I just had to sit through two hours of singing and dancing.” It hadn’t been that torturous, but he couldn’t admit that—he had a reputation to uphold. Straightening, Cas rolled his eyes. “Feel any better?"

Cas’ expression turned thoughtful, as if taking stock of every physical sensation in his body, and Dean had to grin at his seriousness. He nodded. "Yes."

"Great.” He glanced at the time on the clock and realized it was later than he’d expected. “You probably wanna get some rest.”

Cas nodded with a yawn. "You don't have to sleep here if you don't want to."

Dean froze in the middle of pulling back the covers, mind immediately spinning out. "What?" They'd only started sharing a room a month ago, oh God, he'd known it was too good to be true, Cas was sick of him—

"I want you to," Cas said quickly, as if sensing Dean's downward spiraling. "I just don't want you to get sick."

Oh. Oh. Feeling a little sheepish for immediately jumping to the worst conclusions—one of his greatest talents, if he did say so himself—he shook his head. "Nah, I have a great immune system."

Cas' expression turned guilty and Dean narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"About that..." Cas started slowly. Dean gave him a look. "Well, uh... Your immune system isn't quite as healthy as you think. I've been giving it a boost for the past several years, every time you started to get sick."

"What?" Looking back, it was pretty remarkable that he'd never gotten even a common cold with all the other shit they dealt with. "Fuck."

"Sorry."

"No, don't apologize. I should be thanking you. So, uh. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Of course Cas had been taking care of him for years, Dean thought, when they settled in bed and he turned off the lights. Cas told him he was caring, but it was Cas who was the caring one. He’d sacrificed his life for him, for Christ’s sake. Then gave up his grace to return to Earth because he wanted to be with Dean and Jack and Sam and everyone. The guy didn’t have a selfish bone in his body.

The thought should’ve been a comforting one, but instead he felt antsy, unable to stay still, shifting under the blankets.

Turning onto his side, he nudged Cas, whose eyes had fallen shut. With a grunt, Cas opened his eyes and looked over at him.

“You alright?” Dean asked, which wasn’t really what he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure how to say it.

“I was when I was falling asleep,” Cas grumbled. But he shifted to face Dean. In the faint light coming from the bunker hallway, Dean could see the concern in his eyes. It sent a pang through him. Cas had given up so much, and Dean was doing all he could to make sure he never regretted it, and Cas told him all the time that he was content with his choice, but still the worry sat heavy in his stomach.

"Listen,” he started. “I just wanna let you know that being human isn’t all bad. I swear it won’t be miserable forever. I know you've been introduced to the bad shit first, but—"

"That's not true," Cas interrupted, touching Dean’s hand resting between them. Dean raised an eyebrow. "Dean, being human has been the single most rewarding experience in my entire life second only to raising Jack. It started with you rescuing me from the Empty and revealing my feelings weren't unreciprocated like I thought. I would say that's far from miserable.”

"Yeah, but you had to adjust to living without your grace, and eating food, and getting sick..."

"It's been difficult, yes. I won't lie and say I enjoy bodily functions or sneezing or headaches. But I do enjoy being with you and eating chicken soup and watching absurd TV shows. I wouldn't change this for anything. Whatever happened in our lives, it led us here. And I’m happy with where we are.” He studied Dean for a moment before asking, quieter, “Are you happy?”

“Yes, yeah, of course,” Dean hastened to say, because it was true. Fuck, it couldn’t be truer. “Of course. Just feel bad, I guess. That you gave up your grace and all that. Feel like I’ve hardly done anything.”

Castiel’s expression softened. “You’ve given me more than I could’ve ever dreamt of. And anyway, it’s not a competition, Dean. I take care of you, you take care of me. That’s what love is.”

Throwing that word around, love, still made Dean’s heart skip a beat. But it was true. He loved Cas and he’d do anything for him. The same, he knew, was true on Cas’ end.

Cas said it best, so he settled for lifting Cas’ hand and kissing his knuckles.

“I would kiss you," Cas said, smiling, "but I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Screw it," Dean said, and propped himself up on an elbow to kiss him. Then he shifted, turning over and pulling Cas’ arm to wrap around him. Even if the bastard was sick, Dean was making him be the big spoon.

"For the record,” he said, feeling Cas curl around him. “I wouldn't change anything either."

And he meant it. Even when he woke up the next morning with a sore throat and stuffed up nose. Cas—who seemed to have gotten over the worst of his cold—took only one look at him before declaring it was his turn to play doctor, throwing extra blankets at him and demanding the chicken soup recipe in a flurry of activity.

He’d take care of Cas, and Cas would take care of him. It sounded like a good life, Dean thought, settling back against the pillows with a smile. He wouldn't change a thing.

#j&kcreatorfest #destiel fic #fluff #hurt/comfort #human!cas #established dean/cas #post 15x20 #destiel #cas likes watching romances and musicals i decided for this fic #and history channel shows too #dean and cas' love language is forcing each other to watch shows and movies the other dislikes (or pretends to dislike)#expectingtofly writes

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ugh-againwiththenames · 3 years

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A Musical Social Experiment...Destiel.

Alright, so I thought to myself, while playing along with @thenightwemetnatural‘s Destiel song picks, that despite my musical tastes, and them tending typically (although not exclusively) towards the Metal genres, that EVERY song can in some way, be paralleled to Destiel. This is such a ridiculous experiment, and I apologize, but I’m at the cottage, and it’s fucking pouring with rain, so let’s play…

Here are the rules: take your Music library and throw it on Shuffle – every song that comes on for an hour(ish), connect it to Destiel...(below the cut for my results).

You can access the playlist here (if you have any interest in listening along!). I am not going to necessarily describe every possible connection - I think that a lot of them are SUPER obvious...like *eyes rolling out of my head* obvious...

In the End – Black Veil Brides – Well we’re off to a hell of a start, as this song from start to finish screams Destiel and sacrifice. In the end As my soul's laid to rest What is left of my body Or am I just a shell? And I have fought And with flesh and blood I commanded an army Through it all I have given my heart for a moment of glory Who will remember this last goodbye 'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to die A Modern Way - The Exies – only on song 2, and it’s once again, really hard to cut out any of this song, as the repeating “I’m bound by my insecurities” SCREAMS Dean at me.

I’m Bound by my insecurities

Open your eyes and Throw your arms around me I need the right not to fight To breathe

Swallow the lies I'm the one to blame Having no voice left to choose Am i so blind, feeling justified When i'm alone and confused

Brother – NEEDTOBREATHE – I have to laugh…as I added this after watching Jensen sing this at a Con (for J*red), and no lie, I’m in LOVE with it, but it’s somehow now determinably connected to the brothers for me but I can/WILL draw the lines here…EASY.

Everybody needs someone beside em’ shining like a lighthouse from the sea Face down in the desert now there’s a cage locked around my heart I found a way to drop the keys where my failures were Now my hands can’t reach that far I ain’t made for a rivalry I could never take the world alone I know that in my weakness I am strong, but It’s your love that brings me home Summoners Rift – Dangerkids – Um. Well. The first line of this song just made me laugh out loud.

There's no room for martyrs in a dying scene Well I'm not quite dead I'm something in between

And if I had another chance I would tell you

I guess I'm not afraid of what comes after We are the only ones We stand alone in the dark

Question everything you blindly follow Truth's a bitter pill, it's hard to swallow You think you're winning but your time is borrowed We are the only ones We stand alone in the dark

Royal Beggars - Architects - I mean…the repetition of my sentiments is going to get a bit silly…so i will not. read on...

All hope is dead, but we're coping

Somebody save our souls

Like a bird in a cage, trying to fly away Is this the price that we have to pay? Overflowing with rage, yet we still obey 'Cause we're asleep in a hurricane

We sit on a throne, waiting for God to bend the knee But we're nothing more than royal beggars

Edge of your Bed - Thousand Below - “why’d you have to go and keep calling out my name” Calling out my name” pure purgatory “where’s the ANGEL” “I prayed to you Cas, Every night” The rest of the next verse is also poignant, very Dean again “where I can only feel peace when the wave hits”, “and I’ve become what I thought was wrong, I love the feeling when it feels too strong”.

Why'd you have to go and keep calling out my name? Calling out my name

I found sorrow at the edge of your bed

Is it now a bad habit? Where I can only feel peace when the wave hits And I've become what I thought was wrong I love the feeling when it feels too strong

Animals – Siamese - “It takes a killer that thinks he’s a saint, it takes believing to be this insane” – well. yes. ok.

Shattered not broken We stand our feet Houses rebuild on These bloody streets I fill my lungs into this beat With closed eyes we're hoping for remedy

It takes a killer That thinks he's a saint It takes believing To be this insane

Spineless Crow - Hands Like Houses

We were young together but I've grown ancient Cracked and weathered and filled with regret Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep

The realization sinks in through the skin Like a disease, a blight inside of me Missing your touch, your weight on my fingers

My Underworld - Tonight Alive

Now we sail into deep blue storm clouds Overhead now, strangely I feel at peace as I dive into My underworld, world I dive into my underworld, world Down in these depths I'm adding up the numbers Of all I've suffered in past lives, tied down in the darkness Finally I begin to learn what I've returned tonight Time has come to begin again, leave something else behind

Ever After - Marianas Trench - All this talk of being someone’s disaster – Welp! Hello!

Don't you move Can't you stay where you are, just for now I could be your perfect disaster You could be my ever after

Apologies, I'm not myself but I can guarantee That when I get back, you won't believe That you knew me well Don't want to think about it

I'm fuckin' tired of getting sick about it Now stand back up and be a man about it And fight for something, fight for something, fight for something Nobody told ya this is gonna fold ya We go marching in like toy soldiers To have and hold ya over sold ya They’re marching like toy soldiers I'll be your disaster, ever after So fire away Goodbye

Room 138 - Asking Alexandria - While this song is clearly actually about an overdose of some kind, it’s parallels shockingly well to the post confession scene. So these are the walls that have to hold this moment Somebody hear me, someone open up the door Get me up off of this floor and stop the shaking, the shaking Through the haze I saw a face A second chance, another life to live How did you forgive me? Held my head against your chest Told me everything's alright, don't be afraid Close your eyes and rest

Witness – Daughtry

Does it feel like you're just wasting time Here without a reason or a rhyme The answer you've been looking for Is standing right before your weary eyes And if the weight of the world is on you now But you know you can turn it all around again How Many Walls - Rise Against - Guys, seriously, I’m not even going there...How many years have we wasted….how many walls can you put up? How many guns til you feel safe? This is a song about war – this is Rise Against, this is purely political and somehow can STILL be pulled together with Destiel.

How many walls can you put up?

How many guns 'til you feel safe? How many times can we watch this story Over and over and over again? And how many years have we wasted Counting the lies that we've been fed? For something to change we have waited Over and over and over again Pray – Picturesque - Nope. Don’t even need a description here. Once again this is FAR TOO OBVIOUS!

I should pray a little more and think a little less The devils in my head and he won't let me rest Everyday just like the last since you up and left I should pray a little more, I shouldn't pray for death I Knew You Were Trouble – We Came as Romans (Swift Cover) - SwiftNatural is a thing for a reason…

It's like a kaleidoscope of memories. It just all comes back. But he never does. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright. But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an angel

I think that the worst part of it all wasn't losing him. It was losing me. Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago I was in your sights, you got me alone You found me

I knew you were trouble when you walked in (you were right there, you were right there) So shame on me now Flew me to places I'd never been Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground Texas Is Forever - Pierce the Veil – lack of communication anyone? I don’t know, do we know anyone like that? If anything should happen to me I want you to know, I’ve loved you since ever…

Here we are If anything should happen to me I want you to know I've loved you since ever since then Don't dance around me I know what it means No communication, cannot be received But I'm such a sucker for the rain, yeah Oh, here we are Butterfly - Wearing Scars – the Butterfly/Angel parallel alone…go with it.

Seems we're alone We're fixated Just waiting for something As time goes by And when we're way up high We'll look back down with different eyes Let's take our time Awake this life So spread your wings And take my hand Tonight will be the end

With Grace - The Weight of Atlas

This place looks like hell to me I cast myself into the sea Picked up my conscience and left my disease I don't know, I don't know if I can make it through this storm Keep your eyes shut it will be okay. Will we make it out alive? Will we make it out alive. When all you have is hope I will be your anchor I know that I can let you down But I swear I'll pick up the pieces. And be reborn again I Always Wanted to Leave - The Plot In You

I guess it's a shame I'm so damn destructive And you're so reluctant to mean what you say The way you act so abused The things you confuse You know I always wanted to leave "Hello... You can sing, I'm here And I love you more than anyone or anything With all my heart."

Unsteady - X Ambassadors – just a stay parallel. Don’t leave, don’t let go. If you love me. Don’t let go. #I haz the sads.

Hold on to me 'Cause I'm a little unsteady If you love me Don't let go Bury Me Alive - Normandie – pick a line – ANY LINE!!!

I guess I'm not going to heaven now I got caught in the chase Now I'm falling from grace But I never stood a chance Could've given me a sign I'd be giving you blind obedience Mantra – Bring Me The Horizon Before the truth will set you free, it will piss you off Before you find a place to be, you're gonna lose the plot Too late to tell you now, one ear and right out the other one 'Cause all you ever do is chant the same old mantra Could I have your attention, please? It's time to tap into your tragedy Think you could use a new abuser Close your eyes and listen carefully Imagine you're stood on a beach Water gently lapping at your feet And now you're sinking, what were you thinking? That's all the time we have this week

Oh Lord - In This Moment – cutting any of this out was actually hard. Cas, my love, are you there?

Oh Lord won't you save me Save me from my soul Oh Lord won't you forgive me For I have lost control Oh Lord won't you tell me Am I the righteous or the damned? Oh Lord won't you please hear me Do I obey or do I command? Oh Lord please forgive me For what I'm about to do Oh Lord won't you believe me I'll burn in hell for you Oh Lord won't you teach me Teach me how to see Oh Lord tell me you love me Am I Lillith or am I Eve?

Bleeding is a Luxury - Atreyu

I’ve talked the talk, I've walked the walk, It's taken ten fucking years, For them to see I don't need their approval. I've paid the piper, I've stayed my course, Lived chomping at the bit. With only blood, sweat, and tears to adhere to- Take it for granted, Forsake the costs, Wear a big, shit-eating grin (with only blood, sweat, and tears to adhere to) Now bear the burden to chase your fate Grind your teeth 'til it fucking hurts So they can see I don't need their approval. Seize the day, Take your beatings, Lead the way, Or decay as you fall down... You fall down.

Would you Still be There - Of Mice & Men – wow, this song in full. All of it. I can’t.

If I could find the words, if I could shake the world, If I could turn back time would you still be there? I can't stop thinking about the way I left you sinking with no escape. Now there's no lifeline, no way to save. But maybe next time I won't throw it all away. Dislocated, I lie awake Suffocating in my mistakes. I lost my halo when I fell from grace, But maybe next time I won't throw it all away. I ask myself everyday... If I could find the words, if I could shake the world, If I could turn back time would you still be there? If I could find the words to say, If I could shake the world to break you down, Then would you still be there?

The Broken - 3 Doors Down

This is the call to the broken, the broken Take it from me. They don't care if you're lonely. As you can see, They don't care if you're scared. Your heart Is the only friend you have in this whole world. Don't start, Think you can do this yourself. I know what you're thinking. You say you're tired of keeping score, keeping score. Trust me, You're not the only one going through this. You see, I've been through this before, this before.

Wow, I Hate This Song - The Used – this one took a little imagination – hardest one so far – because it really is just about hating a song! So we’re HC’ing the Zepp track that reminds Dean most of Cas, post Empty.

Every time I hear the key I see you in the melody It never was a part of me Heart feels like it's being stabbed Kills me emotionally Dirty Little Secret - Bullet For My Valentine – let’s take this back to – take your pick…Leviathan!Cas, Godstiel, Casifer, any of the times that Cas did the wrong thing for the right reasons…and did not tell his boy.

There once was a time Where everything was just so perfect Now everything has changed And you've become a total stranger I've seen another side to you I never even knew existed Dirty little secrets, dirty little secrets Giving in to your primal instincts There once was a time When anything I do is for you But everything has changed And I've become a lonely prisoner I'd kill, even die for you You never even tried resisting

Kill Plan - Parabelle

I'm sitting stunned just like a lesson I never learned Made of emotions and mistakes And what you say Leaves me lost and in the way And that's the place you stay Remember silence Now we're painted into corners So we can watch the world get sold out Hold me closer don't let the sun in Hold me closer don't let the sun in Cuz the setting sun feels like a cage Don't let me defend the kill plan

Roman Sky – Avenged Sevenfold – This song only has a few lyrics, but we can definitely make them work.

As the embers rose through the Roman Sky Tell me, were you calm when they took your life? Just before you go, tell us how the heavens flow Weightless evermore, as you walk beyond that door Shine forever true To Those Left Behind – blessthefall – these boys might be my favourite band ever, but these are ANGRY lyrics – these are about betrayal. This is a relationship gone wrong. I feel these best work with the divorce arc, the Angry Dean that we see, or Dean’s mood after any of the “Cas fucked up again” moments. You found me at my worst When I was far too weak to grow In spite of all my fears And how I may have lost my way Only now I know the truth

Awake and coming clean

If you can't sleep It's your conscience That's eating away At the mess you made So let's end this Sew this last stitch Lift this weight off my chest I'll put you to rest The past should stay dead

How did we find ourselves here? Haunted by our own design With everything that's come to pass Makes it harder to confine

#supernatural #destiel #dean #cas #spotify #song challenge #i challenge you to do the same #can you also connect dots?#why was this so EASY #I guess 12 years of pining helped #so much possible material to draw on #look I was bored and music is my thing #this is dumb but it was also really kind of fun #I love these two idiots

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 4 years

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based on this hilarious post, by @profoundinqq! and written for @mystybloo.

sam looks at his brother, a fast-growing-familiar eye crinkling smile making him look perfectly content as he leans on cas, relaxing his weight against him with an arm wrapped around cas's shoulders. they're all drinking — have been a while, but that's not where dean's smile stems from, and sam knows that. he looks carefree, younger, and so happy, and it's a constant sam's been noticing a while now, though tonight, and lately, it just seems normal.

(that's the thing. it is.)

sometimes sam wonders how it all began.

he's obviously ecstatic it did - honestly, he could think forever, and not come up with two individuals more deserving of such profound happiness, as dean or cas. or the love, abound when they're together, so incredibly obvious, and somehow, almost hope-kindling in a ways.

but it doesn't stop him wondering, right now, at this moment, how they finally ended up taking the leap. facing the music, falling into each other's arms, ending their ridiculous, decade-long dance of pining, confessing.

dean's never volunteered the information, and sam's never felt it urgent enough (or himself, earnest enough) to ask cas - but oh, it's probably been buried in the back of his mind for long, bundled with all the other pleasanter questions about life and living it — and today, it leaps to the front when the empty, green bottle spinning ambitiously under everyone's pointed stares, ends up stuttering to a pause, pointed at his brother.

they're playing truth or dare - a significant percentage of their adopted family present, although only a few remaining cause it's past midnight. they're sitting on the floor in a circle, all varying degrees of drunk - and sam winchester seizes his chance.

"truth or dare, dean."

dean doesn't really hesitate, which is commendable; he just disentangles himself from being draped over his boyfriend, and takes another swig from his bottle. "truth."

"how did you and cas -" sam pauses. his eyes shift to cas, and the angel faintly smiles back.

"- finally grow a pair?" gabriel finishes for him prematurely, leading to sam glaring in his general direction, because it's a little hard to know his exact coordinates at sam's current levels of inebriation.

"we haven't been growing anything." cas says, a hint of humor in his squint but that's about it. "or pairs of things."

"yeah, sammy." dean agrees, though his is not a wooden face. he doesn't pretend to not understand what sam - or well, gabriel, is going for. "me and cas? we're old news."

"you're a blank page." sam frowns, prissy and self-righteous, and somehow pulling off an annoyed little brother vibe on top of that. fuck that, he's the same distance from forty as dean, just the less prone-to-forgetting-the-reasons-he-enters-a-room side. "with a question mark at the end of the headline."

"how did you end up together?"

it's not his best comeback, but dean rolls his eyes — admission of defeat — with no real passion in the practiced habit. "what do you want to know?"

cas looks at dean with a substantial amount of surprise.

"he gave me a pick-me-up, back in hell." dean throws back, before realizing he's earned eye rolls from almost everyone in the room. sam takes it a step ahead, slipping into bitchface territory, as if to remind dean that he gets to ask these questions now - they're over lying about breaking the world to each other, at this point. they have to be.

another eyeroll, and then dean sighs.

"goddamn saps, all of you." he looks accusingly around the room, meeting eileen, charlie and gabriel's twinkling eyes. "fine. what version you want?"

"well, the long -"

"trick question. there's only one." dean cuts him off, with an age-old rendition of a shit-eating grin. if sam can spend his entire life and then some, perfecting the bitchface, at least dean's got this. "so, uh. me and cas."

charlie giggles, but shuts up immediately when dean starts speaking.

"guess we were playing truth and dare then as well." dean frowns. "man, for a bunch of badass dudes and ladies who save the world, we sure play a lot of middle-school games in the afterparties."

"i like it." cas defends, and that's that on that, because dean strokes cas's knee with his thumb and a smile, and they stare until the fork in the conversation is forgotten and sam clears his throat impatiently. (it's gabriel's turn to giggle.)

"right. right, yeah." dean swallows. "well, so it landed on me, and cas asked me to choose -"

"he dared you to kiss him!" charlie guesses, or actually, declares, beaming.

"no, katherine heigl, this isn't a chickflick."

"if you went for katherine heigl, you should've gone for romcom." gabriel inputs, almost serious for a fraction of a second.

"does it matter?" eileen signs, and sam reads her hands out loud absentmindedly, and with enthusiasm.

"dean, would you just say it minus the drama pauses?"

"yeah, instead of being grossly inaccurate in your movie genre references?" gabriel piles on top of it, and charlie nods in sympathy.

"of course you are, but i think i specified your face was." cas points out, and it's the first time he's spoken up, and dean almost blushes for it.

dean pulls a face. "go to hell, i don't have to take this." but he goes on anyway, cause that's dean, isn't it? "just - i chose truth, okay?"

no one breathes for a moment.

"and cas told me i was beautiful."

there's a gasp. probably charlie — but not completely unlikely to be gabriel.

"yeah, 'kay." dean dismisses, though it's mostly directed at the other four (hunter, hunter, nerd, ex-trickster, not necessarily in that order) who've taken to gushing by now. "and that's it. story over. cas messed up, billion year old angel style, and it led me to realize he was the most adorable dork i've ever loved. or like, the only one. ever."

sam, charlie, eileen and gabriel bat their eyelashes in undisguised wonder.

"you're allowed to disperse to your rooms to cry now." dean retorts, and he's about to add more to it considering he's well settled on the wisecrack wavelength, when cas suddenly interrupts.

with an inscrutable, "no."

"no?" dean repeats, eyebrows raised.

there's a speck in cas's eyes, the curve of his lips too whimsical. it's almost un-cas-like, except no, it isn't. doesn't stop dean from staring anyways - eyes falling to the latter's lips, before returning to his eyes.

"dean, i knew how the game worked."

dean frowns.

"i 'messed up' the rules on purpose." and he accompanies it with the fucking air-quotes, so he might sound completely nuts, but it's definitely still him.

"what does that mean?"

there's pin-drop silence.

"you'd call me adorable when i didn't understand aspects of human behavior or games often. and it always made you smile. so at some level, i wanted that, even when i did understand those things. sometimes, i'm compelled to draw the conclusion, i wanted you to think i was adorable." cas pauses, blinks. "that time, it was an added, and wholly unexpected incentive when you decided to give up on trying to explain it to me, and kissed me instead."

"cas -" dean stares at his angel in gap mouthed bewilderment. he doesn't know what he's supposed to feel right now - though it's hard to feel any kind of manipulated, when cas is being this honest about it. alternatively, when it's gotten him the best part of his life. "you lied to me."

"of course i didn't." the bastard has the balls to sound indignant about it. "your face is exquisite."

"stop that." dean swallows, trying to keep himself from getting flustered. "you literally played dumb."

"stating entirely true facts about your bewitching face hardly sets back my intelligence, dean."

a traitor snickers in the background.

dean is officially too drunk to deal with this. he's going to give it more thought tomorrow - that is, if he remembers it at all. right now, what's way more important, is that his boyfriend apparently flirts by pretending to misinterpret rules, and accidentally compliment dean, and that's the most ridiculous thing dean's ever heard, in a life stuffed to the damn brim with ridiculous things.

"you're so fucking weird, cas."

"no, dean. i'm adorable." cas deadpans at him, and dean lets out a high-strung laugh, short, after which he finds himself able to do little else but shake his head fondly. mostly, at the floor, because if he'd been looking at cas, he'd probably also have been kissing him.

"and you agree." sam points out, to dean, and in return, dean snaps up a look pissed off enough for sam to truly feel sated enough by this ordeal, because he shrugs, and eileen sets the bottle spinning again.

nobody protests.

a few chances later, after charlie's rushed off to throw up, and sam and eileen have gone to bed, and gabriel's sort of wandered away at the very least - cas spins the bottle again.

it's just the two of them, so when the bottle points at about forty degrees from straight at dean, they decide to forego asking the lamp in the bottle's true line of questioning, in favor of cas asking dean.

"truth or dare?"

"dare."

"alright, i shall." cas whispers, reaching out to cup dean's face as he kisses him, and pull him closer. and dean goes, obviously not arguing with the concept of cas kissing him, even if he's doing it 'as a dare', in a hilarious, mindboggling, and adorable callback to that time dean realized he was in love with him — because he's a weird ex-angel-who-apparently-understands-humans-now, and also, definitely, the love of his life.

("cas." dean psst's, later in bed, when cas is turned away from him, hugging a pillow with his knees. "truth or dare?" cas groggily turns, "truth." dean breaks into a smile. "will you marry me?" cas freezes for a beat, and then drags dean to himself, kissing him with his eyes closed, still stunned, but no less enthusiastic for it. when they separate, cas's cheeks are wet, and dean feels like he's floating. "you know, sweetheart, we can play the old-fashioned way, and you'd still be the most adorable thing in my life." dean mumbles, kissing cas again, this time on his forehead, and in the same, shared breath, cas breathes out, smiling. "yes.")

#destiel #deancas #destiel crack #destiel fluff #dean winchester #castiel #canon divergence #sam winchester #saileen #charlie bradbury #gabriel #tfw #destiel wedding #truth or dare #bluefirecas #tearsofgrace #rambleoncas #chaoticdean #oh writing my writing

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hyperfixateandchill · 3 years

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aaand because I can’t stop thinking about it i’ve written down my ranking of post-finale deancas scenarios including a non-exhaustive list of pros and cons for each. read on at your own discretion.

1st place: Deancas open up the new Roadhouse. My personal favorite because, again, Dean’s canon dream. I think Dean would LOVE running his own bar and playing host and serving people food and drinks is basically his love language. Cas isn’t as into the bar vibe specifically but he enjoys seeing people come and go and getting to know the locals who come by and just being with Dean. They get to stay connected to the hunting world without being actual hunters which is probably the perfect win win situation for them.

Other Pros of the Bar scenario (i’ve thought about this a lot): Claire and Kaia come by increasingly often to visit until eventually Claire basically works part-time at the Roadhouse when she’s not off hunting and Dean starts only semi-ironically calling it the “family business.” Claire puts up pride flag stickers on the front door and Dean makes a thing of it at first but then warms up to the idea. People start catching on and now local queer people will come from several towns over to visit the bar because there aren’t exactly that many queer friendly spaces in their corner of Kansas. Then it’s pride month and Claire and Kaia secretly update the bar’s online info to explicitly draw in queer customers and on the evening of the nearest pride march the bar is PACKED with all the local gays and Cas has the pop music blaring and he will NOT let Dean change it but it’s ok because Dean’s made friends with a drag queen who’s a professional comedian and now they’re comparing calendars to see when she might be able to come do a set at the Roadhouse and basically their bar is now a gay bar. “LGBT friendly”, Dean insists, because 1. he’s not gay and 2. he still caters to the local straights and the hunters. but now hunters come in and end up sitting 2 stools away from a flamboyant!gay and some are slightly weirded out but most don’t care at all and all of them end up making some kind of comment about how they’d heard about Dean Winchester and his angel... guess it’s true huh? And Dean shoots them a cocky grin and says ‘yep’ but he still holds to the rule that pop music is only allowed on tuesdays and thursdays and maybe very late at night on the weekends when everybody’s drunk and dancing. The Roadhouse is a second home to Dean and it’s the perfect mix of middle american dive, hunter’s hangout and lgbt space, and that’s literally DEAN so it’s perfect and he gets to work with his family by his side and be a part of a community (or several) and he feels useful and happy.

Cons of the Bar scenario: Doesn’t work great with having a small child or hobbies. very long hours and unusual work schedule. would encourage Dean’s drinking habit. I.e. it might be more intense than some alternatives (unless the bar is more cafe/diner during the day and Claire/Kaia/whatever other youngins can mind the place on their own if deancas aren’t in and the bar is located quite close to their house to they can come and go).

Overall works pretty well for a more active/energetic take on deancas’s lives post-finale. 8/10

2nd place: Mix of mechanic!Dean and retired!deancas. Dean’s never had a proper job before or much of a social circle who aren’t hunters, so I find it hard to imagine Dean working at an autoshop and playing mr. normie with his coworkers. Same with Cas and a regular job.

What I can imagine, however, is Dean having his own small business where he fixes up old cars (for like, vintage car enthusiasts). It starts as a hobby but then he realizes people would pay him to do it so now it’s a business. Deancas obviously have a a house on a big plot of land near the woods and a lakeside, so there’s plenty of outdoor space for him to set up a small shop and most of his customers call ahead so he doesn’t have people just coming in anyway. The work is not quite enough to pay all the bills but again, Charlie’s magic credit card, so who cares. Cas gardens and beekeeps and occasionally sells the extras at the local farmer’s market. Dean cooks and fishes and uses Cas’s ingredients whenever possible. They spend their days on their own property, doing their hobbies on their own time and making enough money from them that they don’t feel useless and still have plenty of time left to get over-involved in Jack’s pta. It’s a very calm, contented life. the millennial hipster dream, fulfilled by two 40-some year old dads.

Pros: deancas getting to spend their days doing what they love, being ridiculously domestic and married (even if they’re not officially married), both being absolute malewives in their own ways and it’s disgustingly sweet.

Cons: this scenario doesn’t have quite as much excitement and opportunity for shenanigans as the bar scenario. Less connection to a community, more living like hermits. Dean might appreciate the more social atmosphere of a bar. Cas might be equally happy either way, but he’d probably like having Claire help them out at the bar so that’s a plus for him.

Overall a good scenario for a more placid semi-retired life. 7/10

3rd place: a bait and switch. Cas is the one who ends up still having something you could call a ‘job’, Dean is the househusband. It starts with deancas still helping saileen with HOL (hunters of letters) stuff but eventually Dean is very decided that he wants out now that things are in good hands. Cas agrees with him but still consults with the hol network since he’s got all that lore knowledge. Dean very occasionally helps with research/strategy for a hunt but that’s IT no more hunting for him, and so it ends up that Cas still comes by the bunker fairly often and works from home the rest of the time on research and translations etc and Dean’s 100% amateur chef-in-training and papa bear because now nobody can look down on him for being a housewife (or nobody he gives a shit about anyway) so he’s gone all in. and whenever he comes by the bunker these days is after he’s picked up Jack from school and he comes to join their family to cook them all dinner while they finish up the work.

Pros: love me a Dean who’s gotten over his hypermasculinity and is now comfortable with doing whatever he likes even if (sometimes specially if) that thing is considered stereotypically feminine. It’s his big fuck you to his dad and it’s the life mary had wanted when she was young and dean is mary and therefore he’s honoring her memory when he spends his days on a bright airy kitchen making lunch for his 4 year old and waiting for his ex-soldier husband he adores to come home and doing not one bit of hunting. except dean never had to lie about his past and cut ties with his hunter family to get this. which is why this time for him it works, when it didn’t for mary or sam. love that energy.

Cons: Dean is not in fact just a malewife and would probably still want some more action in his life. might feel kinda useless with Cas having a ‘thing’ to do when he doesn’t. Cas would be perfectly happy regardless though.

Overall heartwarming and sweet but not as realistic: 6/10

4th: Disheveled-magic-shop-owner!Cas (+ Sam and Dean). Just thought of this. Cas knows his shit about spell ingredients and magical objects and supernatural weapons, probably more than even Sam. And Cas gardens. And Cas most likely enjoys pinterest and mom blogs and finds out about etsy... So Cas may or may not start growing/hoarding specific goods he knows are useful in the hunting world. at first it’s just to help HOL out but eventually Dean realizes like... we could profit off of this? And Cas eye-rolls because he doesn’t care but then again he knows his shit so he sets up a poorly-designed website to sell hunting stuff. and maybe Sam goes in on it with him because Sam also knows his shit and it’s kind of cute because they work together and Dean probably does the mechanic/barkeep/househusband thing though he does help with making the special bullets and dropping off parcels at the post office and so on. And maybe eventually they open up a small magic shop where they sell their shit. And maybe the shop is next door to the Roadhouse and it’s all become ‘your one-stop shop for everything a hunter might need’ (and you know the gays like their new age shit too so it all works), and the bunker isn’t even far away either and all three business are interconnected, the ‘family business’ that AU John Winchester of Hunter Corp wished he’d created.

Pros: Cas gets to do a thing he’s knowledgeable and passionate about and Deancas get to leave hunting while staying adjacent to the community. Cas as a disheveled shopkeep who’s not particularly nice to customers but who provides them with insights and mysterious comments that make people certain he must be legit.

Cons: Cas using his knowledge of the supernatural to profit off of hunters sounds too capitalist and not very Cas-like. He would be the type to gladly give people stuff for free and methinks that Dean and Sam would feel that way too. Cas helping with HOL stuff is basically established in options 1-3 already and so is him gardening for potentially useful ingredients. He doesn’t need to sell this stuff in a shop.

Overall makes sense theoretically but doesn’t vibe well for me. 5/10

5th: full on retirees, doing basically the same things as no 2 except with maybe some more travelling and less caring about making money from any of it.

Pros: the “and they lived happily ever after” they deserve after all the shit they’ve been through.

Cons: boring. uneventful. Dean and Cas are still quite young and neither’s had a chance at something even resembling a normal life for more than a couple of months at a time. They should get more of a middle aged married life experience before moving on to full retirement.

Overall valid but less interesting: 4/10

6th: Cas gets a job at a local library or shop, Dean is either a mechanic or a househusband. To preface, if Cas were to get a job out there in the world, my favorite would be like a magic shop or a bookshop with *unique* books. But I find that unlikely unless Cas is running his own shop (see 4th place for that). So here we’re talking about a regular normie shop.

Pros: Cas has a job he likes and feels useful in? And he’s not completely tied down to Dean all the time (though not sure that counts as a pro). More of the ‘normal life’ vibes.

Cons: Cas working at a random bookstore or library or shop or whatever would be passably interesting but not as fulfilling or useful or fun as any of the other options.

Overall valid but not interesting or all that heartwarming. 2/10

6th: deancas don’t know any life outside of hunting so they keep on doing it, except now with lower stakes than before and they go on less actual hunts.

pros: umm... consistency? they keep working closely with saileen and the new hunters who start coming by/moving into the bunker.

cons: everything. Dean’s wanted out and he should get it. Cas literally died several times over and he should get to experience a human life with the man he loves and not just do more dangerous shit.

Overall a terrible idea. 1/10 (because 0/10 would be the Cas never comes back and Dean dies and goes to heaven scenario)

#spn #supernatural #deancas #destiel #dean winchester #and #castiel #deserve a happy life

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diminuel · 4 years

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I wasn’t all that fond of 15x10 while I watched it yesterday. I loved the premise and Garth, but I think it was just a bit too over the top for me. The placement of this episode within the greater context of it being the final episode and following the rather gloomy previous episode just made it feel a bit off. That aside, I just didn’t enjoy watching it all that much even though I could appreciate what we were given.

But I’m giving it another rewatch and another chance! I’d love to hear your thoughts too, whether you agree or disagree with my reactions. :D

It takes hardly any time for us to notice something completely amiss and they don’t even hide it: a classical piece of music accompanying a bloody fight between two monsters. Everyone is going to notice that this isn’t quite right, which then guides over into the next thought: the editing makes or breaks a scene. I think that’s the overall theme I took away from this episode. Metatron said that God posted the first draft and we’ve seen both Becky and Metatron edit God’s writing. The first conclusion we could draw is that God is not “editing” Sam and Dean’s story. But actually that doesn’t make a lot of sense because he couldn’t see Sam and Dean before either and they were fine. It’s maybe that he over-edits it. He throws problems in their ways that are... well, kind of what Becky wanted; the everday issues. Them dealing with laundry all day. This is the stuff we write, ad absurdum. And with monsters.

So the theory I’m going with right now is that Chuck is editing, just differently than before.

One preliminary thought regarding Garth: Were there no consequences to the Grace he had swallowed during AU Michael’s weird monster plan? What happened to that monster plan in general? Michael seems to be very bad at stragegizing.......

Dean’ shopping: The shop is called Berens’ quick trip. Berens is always sending us on a trip, though I think this one was Dabb’s fever dream. *lol* Lots of music for what is basically just showing Dean shopping. We see the guy giving Dean a ticket through the window but Dean’s oblivious, too focused on shopping. (Two six packs of beer. This might either show Dean indulging or Dean stocking up for Cas, not that Cas wants beer usually.)

Dean knows the store attendant by name, so I guess this is a place he goes to often, though I doubt it’s in Lebanon because of the high rises in the background?

What did Dean buy? Some beer, a magazine, some chips, something sweet he’s eating... How did that amount to over 40$? Why did he go buy that? Why not go to a proper store and buy proper food? Just beer and snacks? As someone who has to do her own shopping now this seems inefficient. (And my shopping center is in 5 minutes walking distance. *lol*) Also, I think I’ve seen people mention that the magazine is a cooking or baking magazine?

Also, here’s the first instance we have of Dean’s teeth hurting. Just stop eating the chocolate you silly man.

I have no compassion for Dean whining about getting a ticket. He’s not allowed to park there. Rules apply for you too, Mr. Winchester. I don’t like people who think they can do what they want. *thinks back to young snobby looking BMW driver who parked in the middle of a square in front of a bank and who got a ticket* *Schadenfreude* (That’s the kind of person I am. I like people who think rules don’t apply for them to be punished by the law.)

Sam’s scene in the kitchen: I assume it was Dean who had started cooking and then just walked away to get some more shopping done. This is merely based on my assumption that Sam doesn’t cook. We know that Sam sometimes does kinda stupid things like blowing on paper to make the fire go out... Touching things straight out of the oven and putting his hands on a hot pot are pretty thoughtless. And he’s clumsy apparently.

Also why the heck would he pull the pot from the stove? It wasn’t even boiling over. Just lower the temperature. Have you never been in a kitchen before, dude? And you’re not even cleaning up after yourself?

Dean and Sam discussing their issues: So Sam never trips? Both noticed right away that this was weird. Sam looks so offended. Like “I’m Sam Fucking Winchester, I don’t trip!”?

Also, did Sam say “dinner”? Is it already evening and they’ve just been hit with “normal person-itis” now? I see Sam’s watch but I can’t decipher it right. It it 5:35? What time of the year is it in canon? I was still light outside when Dean was shopping.

In the car on the way to Garth: A look, it’s dark now, which suppors the “they just randomly got hit with normal people problems. The music for this scene is also unusual.

I’m annoyed that Cas is in heaven. Why. Why is he up there? Why does SPN always stash Cas out of the way with random stuff? It would have been nice if there had been a phone call or something with Cas checking in or just a mention that Dean was driving back from dropping Cas off at the angel gate or whatever. It takes so little, makes such an impact for me. This? Sorry. It’s just not enough for me.

Why is the car giving up the ghost? Especially in such a weird way? Isn’t Dean constantly working on the Impala? This is not normal people problems either.

At Garth’s: So Sam and Dean walked like 16km? Couldn’t they have taken public transport OR a taxi like normal people...? Or call road assistance or Garth at least? I don’t know what it’s like in the US but that seems a bit extra, even for Sam and Dean.

Garth and Bess have an old style phone in their house, which is a random remark but it’s a nice deco object.

Garth’s Twins: I don’t quite understand why Garth calls the twins Sam and Castiel. What kind of connection does Garth have to Cas? Why not Sam and Dean? If only one of the brothers, why Sam? He has more of a connection to Dean after all? I don’t get it. Dabb just liking it when people prefer Sam and Dean has to roll his eyes at it? :/

Again with the weird, out of place music when they have a look at Bess’ cousin.

Dean and Garth: The dramatic music when Dean steps into the dentist’s room. *lol* And then his disquieted “you’re very strong” when Garth forced him. I think since Garth treats werewolves who might also have an aversion to the dentist, he’d be used having to use a bit of force *lol* Besides. I really love getting insight into how monsters deal with “normal people problems” because they have them too. It’s a shame that we don’t see more of that side to monsters. We only see those monsters who mess up after all, rarely those who try to blend in.

I might not know much about dentistry but I only had cotton stuffed into my bleeding mouth like that when I got my wisdom teeth out in an operation. Sure, I bleed a bit when I have appointment but not like that??? Just what did Garth do? Replace Dean’s teeth with werewolf teeth? *lol*

Sam and Bess: Dramatic music continues when Bess hands Sam the “cure” drink. It kind of frames the scenes as dangerous and at least it put me slightly on “confused edge” because the music made me think I couldn’t trust Garth and Bess. Sam’s struggles are kinda... over the top. I mean, we’ve seen Dean eat ghost pepper jerky and suffer, but Sam is suffering kinda ridiculously, like he’s been hit by a curse or something (i.e. still like he’s in the middle of a battle against some monster). Ew. Sam wiping his tongue on the arm he’s been sneezing and snotting into. Uff.

The tap dancing: Nice but I don’t really see the point in it >w< I guess normal people have normal funky dreams. And I guess Dean dreams of joyful things like dancing and having FOR ONCE gentle interactions with a lamp instead of always smashing them.

Talking about God and being heroes in a story: I like Garths’ approach to this topic and that he’s much more aware of story structures than the Winchesters seem to be. Why does Dean need a colonoscopy? (Angsty thought: does he have cancer...? Can werewolves smell it? Is that how it’s gonna end? Normal people problem killing Dean? Nope.)

Scene with the cousin: Poor Sam, he looks so upset when his “gentle request and puppy eyes” approach didn’t work. Though I like that it’s Bess who gets the guy to talk (like it’s Garth who gets the job done later on). I really like that monsters have normal people problems too. And it seems like the Winchesters are still very surprised about that.

Sam and Dean “job”: I think they’re being idiots here. Not only do they lack any evidence that the monsters who watch those fights are harming people, so they just kill them because they’re monsters? Also, it seems very unwise for two people alone to take on how many monsters?? No damn research done at all. And on top of that it seems really unwise to go on a case when they don’t know what else “normal people problems” entails while hunting. At least Sam might have been alarmed due to his sudden clumsiness... Just, stupid move on the Winchesters’ part.

Side note: Sam doesn’t seem to be comfortable saying anything at all. He still seems to be shocked by the werewolf’s diss.

Dean continues to be kinda dumb and I don’t exactly get why. They don’t know what they’re walking into, so they definitely need to be prepared and I can think of several examples where he was prepared for anything. And now that he can’t be sure of his “luck” he’s not gonna think twice about it? And him munching his grilled cheese, talking with his mouth full and “playing” with the gun wasn’t super endearing to me. Sorry, I know many found it cute *lol* And who vomits that loudly...? I mean... ew.

I liked that Dean tried to bluff his way out of the situation and maybe it would have worked in another situation...

Dean and Sam in cages: It makes no sense that not being able to pick locks is part of normal people problems because I’m sure they learnt how to pick locks over the years. So this, and their inability to fight later on (another thing they’ve learnt) just makes it clear that Chuck didn’t just remove them from “hero” status, but took away more than just their special skills.

Dean’s entire heartfelt speech doesn’t work either, neither on Sam or Dean, nor on the audience both because of how it’s filmed (no particular clear shot of Dean’s face and Sam constantly looking uncomfortable) and the variation of Dean’s theme.

What’s with Dean’s throat? I don’t understand what he said.

Garth saves the day: Dean’s awed “you are so strong” is cute! Why has he never been in awe of Cas’ strenght? Cas lifted a 1t anvil once and Dean didn’t even look at him amorously for it.

Man, there are a couple things I don’t understand here! Wish I had subtitles because I’ll probably only get what “we’re gotta get out of here blblblbl monstersquad” or “the monster squad bbbüb the good guys” means.

I think they might still be able to fight but whatever “hero” bonus they had was deleted and now it IS almost impossible to just knock out a monster. They did have more trouble in earlier seasons before they could just easily stick an angelblade into every monster and not even break much of a sweat. But the whole fight sequence is just a little bit too ridiculous for me...

Back at Garth’s home: The whole “this Cas keeps looking at me weird” scene is my highlight. I wonder if now that Dean and Cas are no longer locked into their defined roles (though I’m not sure if Chuck has written them with a specific dynamic, since he never seems to make use of Cas) Dean will notice more about Cas too ;D Though of course Dean does notice the way Cas looks at him (”the last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid” as a classic example). But still, maybe something to think about. Since a story does come with particular characters dynamics between heros and their supporting characters.

Dean saying that he could be an awesome dancer if he wanted to be is nice. The only thing he lacks is a partner to dance with. Though... He doesn’t lack a partner since he has Cas back now. He just needs to make the first move ;3

Baby clearly doesn’t want to go to Alaska. *lol*

Okay, that was a long post again, not structured at all, not edited, and it still took me multiple days to rewatch and type this up! Haha

#Supernatural #spoilers #15x10 spoilers

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My True Love Gabe to Me

My fic for the Sabriel Secret Santa by @sabrielevents. I’m so glad I got to take part in this event, it was really fun. My giftee was @mightywolves23 so I wrote her this... whatever this is.

Pairings: Sabriel/Destiel Rating: Teen Additional Warnings: Mutual Pining, Sam and Gabriel are idiots, so much Christmas fluff, Destiel are fucking gross, vulgarity, swearing, stuff like that. Word Count: 4,599

December 1st

Dean is- Dean is jumping on his bed. Dean is jumping on Sam’s bed, holding his phone, which is connected to a Bluetooth speaker, blasting All I Want for Christmas at maximum volume. And grinning. Like a maniac. And singing along. Like a dork.

How could Sam possibly be related to this idiot?

He grabs one of his pillows and smacks his brother in the chest with it before burrowing underneath the other one and hiding from the world. Dean resurfaces quickly, pauses his song (blessedly), and grabs Sam’s arm. “Sammy!” he’s shouting, and Sam has never wanted anything more than he wants to be dead right now. “Sammy, come on, I have to make you a Happy December breakfast.”

“Dean, there’s literally no reason for you to make a ‘Happy December breakfast’. You just want an excuse to cook.”

Dean nods excitedly. “Hell yeah I do! Now come on, get your overgrown Goliath ass downstairs so that I can make you food.”

Sam groans but does as he’s told, pushing himself out of bed as soon as Dean leaves the room (he sleeps naked, no way is Dean getting the covers off of him while he’s still in Sam’s bedroom) and forcing himself to forgo comfortable clothing – he does stare longingly at his pajama pants for a minute, though – in favor of his usual combination of tank top under t-shirt under flannel under jacket. And he makes his way downstairs.

“Heya there, Samsquatch,” Gabriel calls cheerfully from where he’s sitting with his feet up on the dining table, eating chocolate pie a la mode with whipped cream. (How he can stomach that for breakfast still mystifies Sam) “Sleep well, princess?”

Sam makes a show of pulling his middle finger out of his ‘bra strap’ and applying liberal amounts of ‘lipstick’ to his lips with it. Gabriel cracks up, and Sam hides his smile. He does like making the Trickster laugh.

He makes his way through the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bacon from where they’re cooling on the counter and receiving a punch in the shoulder in return as he goes. He holds it between his teeth as he opens the fridge with one hand and grabs a glass from the cupboard next to it with the other. He pours himself some orange juice and then tears into the meat with his teeth.

He settles down at his usual place beside the archangel who’s somehow managed to become a permanent fixture in their lives at the bunker and strikes up an idle conversation with him about a book he read about Grace the previous day. Cas, sitting across from Gabriel, has quite a few interesting insights, and it’s only a few minutes before Dean’s carrying plates of waffles and bacon into the kitchen, and Sam smiles gratefully up at his brother before he digs in.

Once the table’s been cleared, Dean announces, “I thought we’d get a tree today.”

“Doin’ it early this year?” Sam teases, grinning at his brother. Every year that they’d been on their own, when they actually had a place to decorate, Dean was so lazy they’d always ended up getting their tree a week or so before Christmas. December first was new, to say the least.

“Shut up, bitch,” Dean shoots back without heat. Cas looks ready to step in if they really go at it, but Sam just laughs.

“Jerk,” he mutters, then adds, “Christmas tree shopping sounds awesome. If we have time, we can even go get gifts for each other, too.”

“We won’t have time,” Dean tells him wisely.

(He’s right, of course. They do not have time.)

#~+~#

They don’t leave for the farm until just after 1, because someone (coughGabrielcough) took about two hours to be composed enough to go. Which is ridiculous, because Gabriel can just snap himself up some clothes whenever he wants, he doesn’t have to take ten years to get ready and make everyone else wait for him.

Ah, well. Dean made a remark about Gabriel acting like a girl and Sam got to go on one of his feminist rants until Dean scoffed and walked away from him, so it was okay.

When they finally arrive, they hook themselves up with the complimentary hot chocolate that they always serve at those places, jump into one of those cart things, and drive off to the far reaches of the many acres of land reserved just for Christmas trees.

“So how tall we wanna go?” Dean asks as they climb out, Sam with the axe slung over his shoulder.

“I’m thinkin’ tall,” Sam suggests with a smirk in Gabriel’s direction. “I’m thinkin’ taller’n me tall.” And Gabriel- Gabriel honest-to-Chuck flushes, ever so slightly, under the heat of Sam’s gaze. Sam stares at him in amazement, because that can be summed up with one phrase. “Holy shit,” he whispers to himself before turning to his brother.

“I mean, we have the space for it, don’t we? Only problem would be getting it back to the bunker, although we do have angels who can do that for us.”

Gabriel, having regained his composure, smiles sweetly at them.

#~+~#

It takes Sam and Dean another half an hour to pick a tree, chop it down, get the angels to fly it back to the bunker, pay, grab another round of hot chocolate, and get in the car, and then the drive back home is forty-five minutes. Because of all of that, they don’t make it back to the bunker until 3:15 or so, by which time Castiel and Gabriel have already erected the tree in the spot they’d previously picked out and are now color-coding the month of December in their Biblical calendar (a joke gift from Dean that went right over Cas’ head, although he and Gabe got quite the shared-laughter bonding moment out of the way Cas so clearly didn’t understand it) with the various activities they’re planning to do on various days. They’re all spread out so as to be flexible in case they get hunts that go a little longer than expected.

Sam and Dean’s angels are nice like that.

(Oh, fuck. Cas has always been Dean’s, that much was clear from day 1, but the scary part is that Sam has started thinking of Gabriel as being his. That’s not good for him or his mental health, and it spells DANGER in big block letters across his life. He tries to heed the warnings, he really does, but… Gabriel’s perpetual sugar high and his… mostly… positive energy and his infectious sugary-sweet smile just get to him, warm up parts of him he’d forgotten existed, and eventually he is forced to realize that he was gone long before he ever had a chance to identify it. There’s no going back now.)

It’s mid-afternoon and none of them feels like doing anything, so they leave the eight-foot-tall tree alone, undecorated as it is, and collapse onto the two couches in the den. Unsurprisingly, Dean gets a faceful of black hair as an extremely cuddly Castiel presses himself against Dean’s side. Slightly more surprisingly, Sam gets a golden archangel’s head in his lap, and even more surprising is the way that Sam starts to card his fingers through Gabriel’s hair. However, what takes the cake is how natural that feels.

Sam hates this feeling.

Dean selects a Christmas movie at random – they end up watching The Holiday – and they all relax and allow themselves to enjoy the peace and serenity and Jack Black singing badly on screen.

Sam hates that feeling, but he loves this one. This is family and warmth and home, this is love and peace and happiness, and this is security like he’s never known. They’re a bit of a fucked-up family, but they’re a family nonetheless, and Sam wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He falls asleep on the couch.

December 5th

Sam pays his brother back in kind, and he justifies it by saying that Dean asked for this.

Dean wakes up to a pie in the face, and Sam knows he won’t stop bitching about a waste of perfectly good pie for several days. He could care less.

He lets Dean eat cherry pie for breakfast, and Gabe eats his chocolate pie for breakfast, and Sam has a donut because he kind of doesn’t care at this point, and Castiel doesn’t eat anything. Which disappoints his boyfriend greatly, but he keeps pointing out that I do not need to eat, Dean.

And then at 10, Sam finds Dean’s Bluetooth speaker, connects it to his phone, and queues up a three-hour playlist of Christmas music on Spotify. “Hey, get your lazy asses in here, we got work to do!” he announces joyfully, grinning into the dining room. Dean snorts and pushes his chair back from the table.

“Fine, Sammy, if you’re gonna be like that. I’ll be right back with the lights and ornaments,” he shouts up before disappearing into the storage room.

Gabriel and Castiel join Sam soon after, helping him plug in the power strips and figure out where they want their miscellaneous decorations to go. When Dean returns, Sam smacks the ‘play’ button on his phone, and they start to dance around the common space to ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ as they wind the lights around the tree.

Sam ends up standing on a stepstool at the base of the tree while Gabriel goes up the stairs and stands right next to the top and Cas stands halfway up the stairwell. They pass the end of the string around, singing and grinning, and Dean ‘supervises’. Which, of course, is just a fancy way of saying he stands there, watches them, and drinks a Chuckdamn blueberry smoothie.

Then, when he wants to put the angel on top of the tree, Sam gleefully informs him that since he didn’t help, he doesn’t get to do that part. He bestows that honor upon Gabriel, who practically vaults over the railing to put the little bauble on top, clings to the branches of the tree (while Castiel holds it in place with a very unamused expression) as he plugs it into the strand of lights, and then drops right into Sam’s arms.

Sam grins and winks at him before depositing him on the floor.

Rockin’ around The Christmas tree At the Christmas party hop

Dean grabs Cas’ hand and drags him down the stairs to the place in the doorway where he’d fastened the mistletoe earlier.

Mistletoe hung where you can see Every couple tries to stop

He dips his boyfriend and kisses him loudly, and Sam scoffs and turns away, rolling his eyes. “Those two are gross,” Gabe murmurs to him, and he makes a noise of assent.

“They really are,” he agrees.

December 8th

Sam sneaks out for his morning run at four and when he’s done with his three miles he walks over to the Fred Meyer-slash-Starbucks that’s barely a block away. He spends several hours there, trying to figure out what the fuck to get his brother (who never wants anything) and two angels (who basically have everything) and feeling a little guilty that he’s paying for it all with stolen money.

He figures it out eventually, but by the time he gets back it’s almost nine o’ clock and – predictably – nobody’s awake yet. (Actually, he’s not quite sure that’s true. Cas is a bit of an early riser and even if he wasn’t, Dean’s probably gotten into his pants by now. Predictably, he supposes he should say, Gabriel isn’t awake.)

He shoves the double-plastic-bagged gifts into a duffel bag that he then buries in the bottom of his closet to wrap later and decides to get started on making breakfast for everybody because, however much he loves his big brother, he really can’t cook for shit.

He spends a while staring at the pantry and then a while longer staring at the inside of the refrigerator before silently wishing he’d bought some ingredients when he went out. He’s just decided to make breakfast burritos (scrambled eggs, bacon, tons of cheese, secret sauce. They have all of those things. At least) when suddenly an archangel appears behind him.

“Whatcha doin’, Sammich?” Gabriel asks, far too loudly and cheerfully in comparison to his normal early-morning disposition. Sam jumps about ten feet.

When he calms his racing heartbeat, Sam replies, “I was about to make you some food. But now that you’ve scared the shit out of me, I think you can do it yourself.”

Gabriel looks at him evenly for a moment, then shrugs, snaps himself up the biggest, most phallic lollipop Sam has ever seen, and walks past him to sit at the table. “So you didn’t want my help with anything?” he asks.

Sam glances back at the pantry and something clicks.

When did Dean buy frosting? And… woah, there’s a lot of stuff in there.

“Want to make Christmas cookies while our brothers try to buy gifts for each other and end up just screwing in the middle of a grocery store?” he suggests. Gabriel almost chokes on his lollipop, and Sam’s not going near that with a goddamn barge pole.

“I’m on board for Christmas cookies,” Gabe replies, deliberately and obviously avoiding the second half of Sam’s sentence. He jumps out of his chair and the lollipop disappears.

Sam starts to knead out the premade dough they had in the fridge while Gabriel goes to color the icing. They work in comfortable silence, weaving around each other in a well-coordinated dance like they’ve been doing this forever.

Sam is so fucked.

Once the dough is a flat sheet on the counter, he lets Gabriel take over so he can cut them out into festive Santa Claus and Christmas Tree shapes and Sam grabs the bag of flour to put it away and drops it. It kind of explodes, sending up a veritable mushroom cloud and lightly dusting Gabriel’s arm while somehow miraculously missing Sam. Gabriel doesn’t seem to find this acceptable and he reaches into the bag without looking away from his carefully oriented cookie cutter and flicks a little flour onto Sam’s hand. Sam laughs, coats his hand in the stuff, and wipes it down Gabriel’s shirt.

That gets his attention. He grabs a handful and drops it on Sam’s head, coating his hair in white. Sam gives him a flour-ball to the face, which prompts Gabriel to leave white handprints all over Sam’s new shirt and then Sam picks up the bag and dumps it on Gabriel’s head.

Gabriel’s staring at him with this betrayed look that is, frankly, just absolutely adorable, and Sam wants to kiss it off his face, which. Fuck. FUCK.

He wasn’t supposed to do this, he tried so hard not to do this. He’s so completely ass-fucked it wasn’t even funny.

He’s glad Dean cleared his throat when he did because if they’d been left alone for one more second Sam’s 100% sure he was going to kiss him. Archangel mojo be damned, Sam had been about to kiss that self-satisfied smirk right off of his face and accept his death with gladness.

“Havin’ fun, you two?” Dean asks, not concealing his laughter at all. Sam shrugs.

“I mean, yeah, it was pretty fun. Hey Gabe, stick those cookies in the oven and then we can watch another Christmas movie.”

Gabriel grins and taps him on the shoulder. He turns. “Yeah?”

“We should probably shower and change first,” he mutters, and Sam tries so hard not to flush because that sounds like he means together and oh, shit, is he in deep.

“Yeah, put the cookies in the oven, I call dibs on the first shower.”

Gabriel smiles at him as he slides the baking sheet onto the top rack of the oven, and Dean rolls his eyes before disappearing back into the hallway. Sam nods awkwardly several times and then sprints toward the bathroom before he can embarrass himself further.

December 17th

Sam needs a hunt. Sam needs to get the hell away from Gabriel before he makes a mistake, like shoving him against a wall, pinning him there, and kissing the living shit out of him.

So he finds a hunt for himself. And for Dean. Cas if he wants to. And not Gabe, because if he gets stuck in a room (or a car, or a motel, or a diner, or a…) with Gabe again he isn’t going to be able to restrain himself.

He ends up running through a big emptyish building at 11pm trying to figure out where the fuck these vamps have tied up his brother. Eventually he kicks down a door and finds Dean leaning against a wall swinging his blade in lazy circles and grinning. Gabriel’s standing in the middle of the room looking slightly spent but otherwise completely fine surrounded by a huge circle of corpses, and Cas is watching Dean worriedly.

“Heya Sammy,” Dean says. “Nice’a ya to drop in. Missed the party.”

Sam fights the urge to stick out his tongue. “You suck,” he tells his brother.

So. Hunting is out.

December 20th

They set up an assembly line. All the presents for each person are put into that person’s bedroom, and then each person goes around to everyone else’s bedrooms to wrap their presents for each other.

It’s all very complicated and it takes the whole day, but Sam and Gabriel end up talking and laughing as they wrap their gifts for Dean and Cas and Cas, Dean, and Sam have a wrapping-paper fight while they all wrap their gifts for Gabriel. All in all, it ends pretty well.

That night, they all get drunk on heavily spiked eggnog and sing carols together and pass out in various states of undress in the living room together as While You Were Sleeping plays quietly on the TV behind them.

December 24th

It’s Gabriel jumping on his bed this time.

Sam buries his face deeper into the pillow and grabs the archangel by the ribcage, dragging him to one side and pinning him under Sam’s own long limbs.

“You, my good sir,” he announces without moving his face (which means his words are slightly muffled by his pillow), “are an asshole. For waking me up at seven in the am on Christmas Eve when you know I like to sleep in. For your transgression, you are now trapped.”

Gabriel laughs heartily and squirms, but doesn’t fight too hard, just kinda wriggles in the sheets until they’re suddenly lying practically chest-to-chest, basically cuddling, and oh. Shit. Right.

Sam had almost forgotten that that was the reason he was avoiding Gabe in the first place.

He smiles a little awkwardly and pulls away from him, trying not to look like he’s disappointed. He almost misses the way that Gabriel’s expression slams shut and most certainly does not miss the way his eyes follow him sadly as he stands up and walks over to his closet. “Well, congrats,” he says as cheerfully as he can. “You got me. I’m up. What did you want?”

He grabs a tank and a flannel and pulls them on over his bare chest, turning to look at Gabriel expectantly. The archangel just shrugs at him, and Sam scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“You’re tellin’ me that you woke me up for no reason?”

Gabriel nods, smirking widely now.

“I’m gonna get you, you son of a bitch,” Sam mutters, slipping his left arm through the flannel and then jumping onto the bed, on top of Gabriel, trapping him there with his whole body.

Gabriel is basically shrieking with laughter and Sam’s smiling genuinely because he always forgets how much fun they have together, and he swears to himself he’ll never avoid Gabriel again because it never gets him anywhere. All it does is make him miserable.

They roll around on Sam’s bed, wrestling and play fighting, and Sam’s still in his pajama pants and neither of them cares. Somehow it devolves into a tickle fight, because Gabriel’s always brought out the most childlike parts of Sam, and they’re both screaming by the time the person in the doorway clears his throat.

They freeze.

“Hey, Dean,” Sam mutters, trying to hide his face. Gabriel shoves his shoulder, forcing him to look up at his brother, who’s watching him with amusement concealed not at all.

“Havin’ fun, Sammy?” he asks. Sam doesn’t answer. He just stands up, off the bed, and brushes off his clothes.

“What’s up?”

“Cas bought burgers. For breakfast.” Dean seems extremely excited about this prospect. Sam laughs.

“Let me guess. He also bought you pie, your favorite pie, because he knows your simplistic, animal brain like the back of his hand and loves you more than anything in the universe. Right?”

Dean nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! Now c’mon, there’s somethin’ for everyone.”

Sam rolls his eyes fondly before following his brother out of his room, but he does feel guilty for leaving Gabriel there. However, Gabe jumps up and follows him instantly, so he doesn’t feel too bad.

His is a veggie burger with lettuce and tomato slices and cheese etc. etc. It’s exactly his kind of thing, and he smiles at and hugs Cas before he digs into it. Considering their family and the lives they’ve led, he doesn’t even think it’s weird to be eating burgers for breakfast anymore.

After breakfast, they all chill in the living room for a while. People say ‘evil never rests’, but apparently it does, at least for Christmas. Phineas and Ferb lied to Sam!

It starts snowing around 3pm, and Sam suppresses his groan when he sees it, because he knows Gabriel will go into full-on child mode and want to play in it, and he also knows that the stupid archangel will be so adorable that he’ll submit without complaint because he can never deny him anything.

And surely enough, Gabriel glances out the window, sees the white powder beginning to dust the streets, and grins wide enough to light up an entire city block. He turns to Dean, who’s also smiling huge, and Cas, who looks indifferent, and finally Sam, who forces enthusiasm he wouldn’t fake for anyone else because it’s Gabriel, and he just can’t.

Gabriel snaps them all up winter coats and gloves and hats and scarves until they’re wrapped so tightly that they’re barely mobile and they make their way out into the snow, and it’s immediately an Angels VS. Winchesters all-out no-hold-barred snowball fight. And somehow the fake enthusiasm becomes genuine, and Sam laughs with the rest of them and builds Dean a big mound of ice to hide behind and dumps snow down the back of Cas’ coat and hits Gabe in the crotch with a snowball. (He doesn’t feel it, immortal archangelic bastard.)

It takes them two hours to finally wear themselves out, and they go back inside for hot chocolate with (in Gabriel’s case) far too much whipped cream and definitely too many marshmallows. Dean cooks them up a nice, big-ass Christmas Eve dinner, promises even more on Christmas Day, and they eat together in the dining room like a real family, surrounded by candles and a fire crackling in the hearth.

(Cas insisted on both.)

After dinner they curl up on the couches again, and this time Gabe isn’t even trying to hide how clingy he is. He’s in dog mode now, jumping all over Sam and not even caring what Sam thinks of it. Dean and Cas are cuddling in the other armchair like the sickeningly adorable couple they are, but Gabriel can’t seem to stop moving. One minute he’s in Sam’s lap, the next he’s on his shoulders, then he’s laying across the whole couch with his head on Sam’s thighs.

(Sam doesn’t mind, and he hates that he doesn’t mind.)

Sam leaves the room before the end of act one of Die Hard because he knows if he stays he’s going to do something wrong.

December 25th

It’s Christmas morning, and Sam wakes up to White Christmas from- wait, is Cas singing?

He pulls on a pair of pajama pants and makes it halfway down the stairs before he nearly falls over, because Dean and Cas are singing a duet in the kitchen as they make the coffee cake, dancing together like fucking dorks and smiling softly at each other. Dean laughs at Cas at regular intervals and readjusts to show him how to do something, be it ‘the note is here’ or ‘no, the steps are like this’ or ‘hold the spoon like that’.

They’re so in love, and Sam is… Sam is jealous. He’s man enough to admit it. He wants that for himself, and he’ll probably never get it, because he’s a coward.

But he’s happy for them, too, because they deserve it after everything that’s happened to them.

They finish the coffee cake. Sam gets Gabriel up and makes alcoholic eggnog because that’s what they all need at 10am on Christmas morning. And then they do gifts.

Dean gets a lot of records and cassette tapes and DVDs of various things. Sam gets books upon books upon books, some books he asked for and a lot he didn’t but wanted anyway. Cas gets a ‘How to Be Human’ starter kit from both Sam and Dean, as well as a promise ring from Dean (goddammit, those two are too cute) and a portable DVD player from Sam, plus something special from Gabe he says he’ll give him later. Gabriel gets a photo album from Sam, because he said he wanted one. He claims to love it. He gets chocolate-covered cherries from Cas, and when he runs into the kitchen to put them into the fridge, Dean stops him on his way back.

“What’s up?” he asks, and Dean is quite obviously fighting back his smirk as he replies.

“Sammy, couldja go stand next to him?”

Sam is supposed to be the smart one. Sam is supposed to be the one who figures it all out and is always one step ahead… it’s Christmas, and he’s with his family, and there hasn’t been a case in a while, and everything feels too peaceful. He’s off his game.

So he walks right into the trap – literally, he supposes. He goes over to stand next to Gabriel, and when he turns back around, Cas has already left the room.

“My gift to Gabe is really a gift to you both,” Dean tells them. “Look up,” is all he adds before he disappears.

Sam and Gabriel look at each other dubiously before craning their necks to figure out what he’s talking about and-

Oh.

In the doorway, hanging from the frame above them, are a few green leaves. Sam cringes internally and wants to punch his brother in the face. And then he looks at Gabe.

Gabe looks… different than he has in a while. He looks more confident, more sure of himself, and Sam hadn’t thought that was possible, but apparently he is. “Samsquatch,” he says firmly, “if you’re gonna kiss me, then just kiss me already.”

So Sam does.

And when he has an archangel’s legs wrapped around his waist and an archangel’s hands in his hair and an archangel’s tongue practically shoving its way down his throat, he thinks maybe he won’t punch his brother in the face the next time he sees him, after all.

He’ll probably just punch him in the arm.

#sabrielsecretsanta2019 #sabriel #destiel #deansil writes #sam and gabriel

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notfunnydean · 5 years

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Only Children and fools tell the truth

Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel

Warnings: None (Too much fluff maybe), Distressed Sam

Word Count: 4.163

Square Filled: de-aged

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.

A/N: This is for the @spnfluffbingo2019!

I just really love to write Dean as de-aged kid. He deserves to have a better childhood and I imagine him as such a sweet little boy. Bonus here? Cas is de-aged as well.

Link (if posted on AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/18033140

Sam is pretty sure that he is actually still in the bunker, in his soft, warm bed, and is dreaming all of this. This can’t be his real life, no matter what else had already happened in it.

This has to be a joke.

“Dean, please. It’s me, Sammy!” Sam says for the tenth time, but the little boy behind one of the trees only cries louder. Dammit. The last time Dean got de-aged he was at least sixteen years old and he could also remember his own brother.

“Why is Dean crying?” Castiel asks and Sam takes a deep breath before he looks down to the tiny angel. At least Castiel seems to be better off than Dean, since he still remembers their names. However, he seems a lot more like a real kid, too.

“I think he is afraid.” Sam says, exhausted, and looks back to the Impala. If he could manage to actually catch Dean and get him into the car, maybe they could find an antidote for this curse.

Too bad Sam killed the witch before he realized that he had cursed his brother and Castiel. Sam sighs loudly and watches how Castiel nearly stumbles over his own feet as he walks towards Dean.

Sam doesn’t even have an idea how old they could be. For once, Dean is actually a tiny bit taller than Castiel, but they both seem to be very young. Three, maybe four, if Sam is lucky. Just great.

“Dean?” Castiel asks quietly when he reaches the tree. Sam can see how he kneels down and has to hide a grin. Fine, maybe the baby angel was actually kind of cute.

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“I w-wanna go home. I want my m-mommy!” Dean cries louder this time and it’s as if someone punched Sam in his guts. So maybe Dean is already four and is now dealing with his mother’s death.

“But you have me and Sammy!” Castiel says happily and he even throws his hands up. Dean sniffles again, but at least the loud crying finally stops. Sam takes a shaky breath, thank god.

“But Sammy is so tall!” Dean whispers, or he tries to, but Sam can hear him clearly. He smiles, so Dean does remember him, he is only confused about his height. Well, normally Sam is already bigger than Dean, but the difference now is just ridiculous.

“Hmm. I wish I were that tall.” Castiel giggles and Sam’s heart swells. He thought Castiel would be an awkward kid, but maybe he had been a sweet little fledgling in heaven as well, before he grew up to be a warrior. Just like Dean.

“Dean, it’s okay. I promise you that I just want to help you.” Sam says and he tries to soften his voice. Dean actually looks carefully around the tree and Sam smiles as widely as he can.

Dean looks back to Castiel who now holds his hand out.

“Okay.” Dean says softly and he wipes away all the tears and snot on his face. Sam concentrates not to make a face at that and he watches as Dean carefully takes Castiel’s hand in his own.

“Maybe we can ask Sammy for pie?” Castiel says and Sam huffs a laugh. The little angel seems really clever and Sam winks at him. Dean actually walks a bit faster, when he hears that, but he doesn’t say anything.

Sam is relieved, when they are both in front of him. They are still dirty and Dean’s face is all red from his crying, but they seem healthy. And thank god both are still dressed.

If the trench coat looked out of place before on Castiel, now he really seems to be from another planet. Dean looks almost cute in his tiny flannel and Sam chuckles.

“Did I hear something about pie?” Sam asks and Dean’s eyes automatically light up. Seems like some things never change.

“Can we please get some? It would make Dean very happy.” Castiel asks and Sam would literally give him anything, if the little angel continues to look at him like that. Dean nods hastily besides him, but he is still not speaking.

“Of course. I’m sure we’ll find a diner on the way home.” Sam promises and he already knows where he would stop. It’s a little devious route, but he believes they all deserve some good pie now. Even him.

“Thank you Sammy!” Castiel says happily and Sam only nods. He goes over to baby and opens the door to the back seats. Of course he doesn’t have any children’s seats for them, but he would just drive carefully.

At least he doesn’t have to burn the witch or anything, because she turned to dust the moment he killed her. He doesn’t want to imagine how Dean and Castiel would react, if they saw him burning her body.

“Okay, Cas? Come here, I’ll help you in first.” Sam says and he carefully picks Castiel up. Dean whines a bit when Castiel lets go of his hand, but Sam ignores it for now. He helps Castiel to fasten his seatbelt and has to smile at that. Castiel never did that before, but the angel hums happily now.

“I hope I like pie.” Castiel whispers and he seems excited. Sam nearly leans down and kisses his forehead. He catches himself in the act and turns around to close the door. Dean would for sure like to sit in the front.

“Wait!” Dean says loudly and Sam raises his eyebrows.

“What is it?” Sam asks a bit worried and Dean looks down to his feet. Sam can’t remember the first time around, when Dean was this young, but he never would’ve guessed that Dean was this shy.

“What about me?” Dean asks and his under lip wobbles dangerously, Sam kneels down and puts his hands on Dean’s shoulders.

“Hey I would never forget about you. I just thought you wanted to sit up front with me, but maybe you feel better with Cas?” Sam explains and Dean nods. Only one tear falls down this time and Dean is pouting all cutely.

Sam always knew Dean would be his death one day, but that he would get killed by his brother’s cuteness? Yeah that’s a new one.

“Cas.” Dean just says and Sam nods before he picks him up as well. He closes the backdoor anyway and carries Dean to the other side of Baby. Dean even holds onto his shirt and Sam smiles.

They already survived so much crap in their lives, they could do this too. As soon as they get back to the bunker, Sam would do anything to change them back and maybe he should text Charlie for help too.

“There you go.” Sam says, when he puts Dean in the backseat next to Castiel. Dean smacks his lips and while Sam tries to find his seatbelt as well, Dean actually puts his thumb into his mouth. Sam yanks his hand away and Dean’s eyes widen.

“N-no”. Dean says and Sam can see that he is nearly crying again. He groans quietly and then looks into his bag. He knows he has some baby wipes in there somewhere, not because he actually thought he would ever have babies with him, but because it often comes in handy, when they are bloody and there is no shower in sight.

“Here, let me just clean your hands.” Sam explains and he carefully wipes the dirt of Dean’s hands. Dean just watches him and as soon as Sam is finished, he puts his thumb back into his mouth.

He looks way too cute to be angry with him for doing that, but maybe Sam should buy him a pacifier. God, he hopes the curse will be gone, before he actually has to buy all this baby stuff.

“I can help!” Castiel says happily and Dean snuffles around his thumb.

“Help? We don’t need to fly anywhere Cas. I can drive us to the next town, don’t worry.” Sam says and finally buckles Dean in. Dean plays with his seatbelt and Sam watches in disgust how the spit already dribbles down his chin from sucking his thumb.

“I’m too small to fly!” Castiel says, as if it’s the most obvious thing he ever said. Well, maybe as a fledgling his wings are still growing in? But it’s not as if Sam can see them.

“As I said, don’t worry about that. I’m…” Sam starts to explain, when Castiel closes both his hands together. Sam frowns. What the hell is he doing? There is a tiny glow around his hands and when he opens them again, there is a bright red pacifier in his hands.

“Wow.” Dean says fascinated and even Sam feels a bit lightheaded. Castiel smiles widely and then holds out the pacifier for Dean, who immediately takes it and puts it into his mouth. He smiles behind it.

“I can only do small things.” Castiel says a bit disappointed in himself, but Dean doesn’t seem to care. Sam knows that Castiel believes Dean would only tolerate him around them because he is a good weapon.

Sometimes Sam wants to tell Castiel the truth, tell him that his brother is just a coward, but he still hopes, one day, Dean will finally find the courage to talk about his feelings.

“Thank you, Cassie!” Dean squeals and it comes out all slurred, because of the pacifier. Dean takes it out, just to press a kiss on Castiel’s cheek and the angel puts his hand over the spot Dean kissed.

Sam has to hide his grin, while Dean just nods and then kicks his legs a bit.

“Pie?” Dean asks and now that he seems to understand the power of his big green eyes, he actually starts to use them. Sam nods.

“Sure.”

Luckily the drive was quiet. Dean had hummed to his music, even though now he doesn’t remember the words and Castiel had actually slept a bit. Seems like his angel powers are still growing, too.

“Boys, we’re here!” Sam says and turns around in his seat as best as he can. The sight he gets is adorable. Dean and Castiel are both asleep now, their heads leaning against each other. Dean still had the red pacifier in his mouth and to Sam’s surprise Castiel has one of his own now.

They are holding hands. Sam tries to be quiet, while he gets his phone out of his pocket and he takes a picture. He can’t wait to show it to his adult brother.

“Pie.” Dean mumbles quietly and Sam chuckles. He could let them sleep and just drive home, but thats still three hours away,and he is actually really hungry. Besides, if he lets them sleep now, they won’t sleep very well tonight.

Sam wakes Castiel up first, since he feels that is a lot of safer. Castiel actually makes grabby hands at him and yawns so widely that his pacifier falls out. Castiel doesn’t seem to care, he just cuddles Sam when he takes him out of the car.

“Are you feeling okay, Cas?” Sam asks, just to be sure, and Castiel nods.

“Hungry.” Castiel says and Sam nods. He still has Castiel on his hip when he kneels down and tries to wake Dean up carefully.

“Dean hey, sweetheart.” Sam says and he nearly bites on his tongue, when he realizes the nickname. Dean is waking up very slowly and blinks his eyes open, Sam smiles, because normally Dean is wide awake within a second.

“Sammy?” Dean asks and when he sees Castiel as well, he smiles widely.

“Yeah, we’re at the diner. You want your pie?” Sam asks and Dean nods. He even puts his pacifier away and Sam is glad about that.

Dean rubs over his eyes and Sam helps him out of the car. Since he can’t carry both boys very well, he lets Dean walk over to the diner, not without holding his hand though. Dean doesn’t complain and walks quietly behind him.

Sam is glad when he sees that the diner is almost empty. He helps Dean and Castiel onto their own corner bench and then sits down at the opposite.

“Oh hello, aren’t you two lovely?” The waitress, Natasha according to her name tag, states and Sam grins in agreement.

“Hello Miss.” Castiel actually says, while Dean hides behind him.

“Your sons?” She asks and Sam nods, before he realizes what he is doing.

“Actually just the shy little monster. The polite gentleman is the son of a friend.” Sam explains and Dean actually pouts at those words. Castiel just nods along and Sam snorts, when he thinks that he is friends with God.

“Okay, what can I do for you all?” Natasha asks and she pulls out her pen and pad. Sam gets himself some cheesecake, glad that Dean doesn’t even complain about that, and some apple pie for the two boys.

“Sammy?” Dean asks and Sam looks up from his phone. He already texted Charlie the details and she promised she’d be at the bunker by the time they get there. Sam is glad that she’s gonna help him and she was already working on the solution before they said goodbye.

“Yes, Dean?” Sam asks back and looks to his brother. Dean is smiling all widely and then points at another couple at the end of the diner.

“Why are they doing this?” Dean asks and Sam doesn’t really know what Dean is talking about. Then he sees that they are holding hands and the man leans closer to kiss his girlfriend.

“Uhm… you do that if you really like someone.” Sam explains awkwardly and Dean nods very seriously. He is looking at the couple again and Sam hopes they will get served, before Dean can ask any other questions.

“Are they in love?” Castiel wants to know and he looks fascinated with the idea. Sam swallows dryly.

“Yeah...perhaps.” Sam answers and Castiel nods to himself. Dean is still watching the couple with big eyes, when the man starts to feed his girlfriend some of his eggs, Sam groans.

“Here we go boys! Cheesecake for the caring father and for the two cutest boys in the world, some apple pie with extra cream.” Natasha says happily and puts the plates down. Sam is a bit relieved when Dean finally focuses on something different than the couple and starts eating his pie.

Castiel eats his own pie very slowly, while Dean just stuffs it all into his mouth. Sam has to hide his grin, because Dean even has some cream on his nose.

“And is it good?” Sam wants to know and Dean only answers with a nod, still too busy devouring the pie in one breath. Castiel smiles at Sam.

“It tastes really nice.” He answers happily and Sam is glad. Dean would’ve thrown a fit, if he had discovered that Castiel actually hated pie. They eat in silence and Sam has to say that his cheesecake is as good as he remembers.

“Cas?” Dean asks between his bites and Castiel looks at him automatically. They stare at each other and it’s scary how much Sam can see their adult selves in this moment. Dean blinks.

“Open your mouth.” Dean says and Castiel frowns, still without complaining he does so and Dean nods to himself, before he scoops up some of his pie. Sam feels like he shouldn’t be watching this, but he can’t help it either.

Dean grins when he actually feeds Castiel and the angel blushes deeply, when he seems to understand what Dean is not saying.

“Thank you.” Castiel says and Dean shrugs, as if it was nothing.

“You do that when you love someone.” Dean says and Sam coughs into his glass of water. Oh god. He just...said that.

“Like a brother?” Castiel asks back and Sam sighs. Yeah, Dean had said things like that before to Castiel, only to tell him that they are just like family. Like himself and Dean.

“No. I already have a brother.” Dean says and smiles.

“Oh.” Castiel says and this time he is the one who looks back to the couple. Before Sam can somehow distract them from…whatever this was, Castiel frowns harder and then puts his hand over Dean’s.

Dean doesn’t react at all, he just continues to eat his pie with his free hand, and Sam decides not to say anything. They deserve this. The next minutes nobody says anything and Sam gets up to pay for their meal.

When he comes back, Dean seems still pretty tired, because he is rubbing his left eye while still holding onto Castiel.

“Young love, huh?” Natasha asks smiling, when she sees them as well. Sam shrugs.

“Nothing really new, but the first time they acted on it.” Sam says and he doesn’t care that this may sound weird for the waitress. He takes out his phone and takes another picture.

“I’m glad you are so open with this.” Natasha says and Sam frowns. Why wouldn’t he be, but then he sees how Dean looks up to him. He seems a bit afraid and hastily looks away, as if he thinks Sam wouldn’t be okay with him and Castiel.

“Boys? You ready?” Sam asks and he holds the door open. Castiel gets up and joins him, Dean behind him, still holding hands. It’s a sight Sam could get used to, he still takes his time to smile at them.

When Sam helps them into the car, Sam strokes Dean’s hair.

“I’m really proud of you.” He says and Dean just grabs his pacifier as an answer.

“Oh my god.” Charlie says, when she sees them. They are in Dean’s room and before Sam can stop her, she is already picking Castiel up. Dean hastily hides behind Sam’s legs.

“Hello Charlie.” Castiel says and he frowns a bit, when Charlie puts him on her hip and boops his nose with her free hand. Sam has to laugh at the angel’s face. He looks almost grumpy now.

“Please tell me you have a solution.” Sam says and he puts his bag down. He needs some sleep, but he couldn’t just ignore this problem. He would actually cry, if Charlie already found something to cure this.

“Yeah, wait a second. I wanna see my sweet little Dean first.” Charlie answers and at her soft tone, Dean actually looks up to her. He seems still way to shy, but Castiel just nods to him and Dean makes two steps towards her.

“Hi.” Dean chirps and Charlie’s eyes actually tear up. She kneels down, Castiel still on her hip and puts her hand on Dean’s cheek. Dean smiles and doesn’t say anything else.

“Are you okay, Dean?” Charlie asks and Dean nods. Castiel starts to wiggle in her arms and when she lets him down, Castiel takes Dean’s hand, before they both start to toddle over to the bed.

“Can we watch TV, Sammy?” Dean asks and bites nervously on his bottom lip. Sam nods and then turns it on for them. He even helps them on the bed and pulls the blankets over them. Maybe they are still tired and will sleep some more.

“And we are sure those are Dean and Castiel?” Charlie asks when she watches them. Dean awkwardly puts his head on Castiel’s shoulder and Castiel gives him his pacifier. Sam laughs.

“You know how they say that only children and fools tell the truth? Maybe it’s like this. Dean shows his feelings more openly now and Castiel is enjoying this.” Sam explains and Charlie nods.

“I thought I would never see the day those two are actually cuddling on the bed together.” Charlie whispers and Sam nods along to her words. He is hoping Dean won’t run, as soon as he is an adult again.

“So, you actually found something?” Sam asks and yawns. Hopefully, the spell to fix them wouldn’t take very long. Charlie turns around and gets a book out of her bag and Sam takes it.

“Yeah, I think I did.” Charlie says and Sam reads over the article she points out. Sam sighs. Nothing they could do. It should be gone on its own after 24 hours. At least that means Sam can actually go to sleep now.

“Okay, so we just sit it out? Great. I really need to get some shut eye.” Sam says and is already at the door, before he hears a tiny voice again.

“Sammy?”

Charlie grins, when Sam stops and turns back around. Castiel is still focused on the movie, but Dean is looking at him.

“Yes, Dean?” Sam asks and Charlie goes over to the bed as well. Dean seems a bit embarrassed but then points at the bathroom door. Sam groans.

“We need to get ready for bed.” Dean says and Sam nods. He is right. Luckily, with Charlie by his side, they manage to get both boys into the bed again in under ten minutes, even though Castiel complained about brushing his teeth.

Since Sam has no real pajamas for them to wear, he puts them both in some of Dean’s shirts, even though Dean would for sure kill him for that later. Sam shakes his head and then tucks them in again.

They look so small in the middle of the bed. Charlie is stroking Castiel’s hair again and the angel closes his eyes.

“Sleep well, boys.” Charlie says and Sam actually presses a kiss to Dean’s forehead this time. Charlie winks at him and kisses Castiel’s as well. Sam nods and then gets up, Charlie follows him.

“Goodnight Dean.” Cas says, when Sam and Charlie are leaving. Just as Sam wants to turn off the lights, he sees how Cas leans closer and kisses Dean’s cheek.

“Love you.” Dean mumbles half asleep, but Castiel smiles wider than Sam has ever seen, before he cuddles back against Dean, pressing a new pacifier in his mouth. Sam shakes his head, grinning.

It’s before noon, when they boys are still sleeping. Maybe the curse was too much for them? Sam has already checked more than three times up on them, but they are both still alive. Still breathing.

“How long?” Charlie asks and Sam checks his watch.

“Around ten minutes.” Sam answers and he can’t help it, he is nervous. What if Dean reacts badly? He is already imagining hearing some screaming from his room, but so far, there is nothing.

“Sam!”

Oh yeah. That is definitely not his sweet baby brother anymore. Charlie giggles into her mug and Sam swallows dryly, when he hears Dean’s steps coming up to the war room, where he and Charlie are sitting.

“You okay?” Sam asks, before Dean can start yelling. Dean is wearing just his underwear and still the now well fitting shirt, but over that he wears his bathrobe. He looks very alarmed.

“Please tell me this was all just a joke and I did not just wake up in Cas’ arms.” Dean says and of course that is the moment, when Castiel also enters the room. He is wearing his suit and trench coat again.

“It wasn’t a dream.” Castiel answers for Sam and Dean’s eyes widen almost comically.

“Cas?” Dean asks and turns back around to his angel. Charlie shrugs, when Sam looks at her. They both stay quiet, while Dean and Cas are staring at each other again.

“Did you… not mean it?” Castiel asks carefully and Sam wishes he could leave, but the two are standing in front of the only exit. He doesn’t want to be here, when Dean breaks Castiel’s heart again.

“I...of course I meant it.” Dean whispers quietly and he seems so nervous, that he looks down and shrugs awkwardly. Dean is afraid to get hurt, Sam realizes. He isn’t ashamed of Castiel or his feelings for another man. He just doesn’t think Castiel feels the same.

“Good.” Castiel says and he takes the last three steps towards Dean to hug him. Charlie hides her squeal very badly, when Dean presses himself even more against Castiel and Sam huffs. Fucking finally.

“I love you too, Dean. No matter when.” Castiel whispers, while he presses a kiss to Dean’s hot cheek and Sam is really relieved when his brother just nods and holds onto his angel.

He would still blackmail him with the pictures he took. *

The next weeks are much happier than Sam can ever remember. Dean and Castiel are still shy around each other, but it gets better. Sam still shows the pictures to everybody, just to embarrass Dean.

Until one day he searches for his laptop and finally finds it in Dean’s room. Sam stops, when he sees the new picture on the nightstand. It shows Dean and Castiel on the backseat holding hands, while being asleep.

Under it is written: “I loved you since forever.”

#spnfluffbingo2019 #spnfluffbingo #destiel #destiel fanfic #deaging #my writing

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fiftyshadesgrl · 5 years

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He saved me/ part 4

Summary: reader is in a abusive relationship. When things take a turn for the worst she finds help in the winchesters.

Warning: there will be ssmut, violence, torture, abuse and language. If you triggered by any of this i suggest you not read.

Feed back is always appreciated.

A few hours later it was completely dark. Sam laid in the back seat as best he could with his headphones in sound asleep. Dean had ac/dc playing on the radio and i started singing along to my favorite song. 'You shook me all night long.' Dean looked over at me and smiled at my off key singing. Instead of poking fun at me he joined in.

After the song ended he spoke, "i didnt think you were a classic rock kind of girl."

"What kind of music did you think i liked?"

He shrugged, "that rap crap. Ya know bass blaring kinda stuff."

I laughed, "i like all kinds of music but you cant beat the classics."

"Hell yeah!" He fist bumped into the air. I couldnt hellp but smile. His carefree side was something for sure. My heart raced just by looking at him. His lips looked so soft and i wanted to kiss them. My eyes traveled down his body, i remembered his abs and chest so toned. My eyes rested on his crotch, from the outline i saw earlier he had to be huge.

"Darlin' if you dont stop looking at me that way..." he said in a raspy voice.

I whipped my head around so fast it made me dizzy. I shrank as close to the door as i could, keeping my eyes fixed on my hands. "Im so sorry. Please....i didnt..."

His hand grabbed mine and he intertwined our fingers. "Dont be sorry. I love the way you look at me, but right now youre in no condition to do what im wanting to do."

I blushed at his words, but felt a tinge of horror in my heart. "Why would you want me? Im a nobody, im worthless." I whispered.

"(Y/N) look at me." I kept my eyes on our hands. "Look. At. Me" he said more forcefully this time. I slowly turned my head and lifted my eyes to meet his. "Do not ever, and i mean ever let me hear those words come out of your mouth again. You are not worthless. You are somebody to me. Dont you ever second guess it again. Do you understand me?"

His eyes shown truth in his words. I have never had someone say that to me. I nodded in agreement but yet parkers words still sounded in my head.

'No man will ever want you after what ive done to you. You will disgust them. Just look at you, if i was any less of a man i would be disgusted. Youre fat and ugly. Your pussy isnt going to look or feel the same after this. No man will ever want to touch you again.'

"(Y/N)." Deans voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Our hands still twined together, i pulled away thinking parker was right. Dean was just being nice after what i went through. After i healed hed throw me to the curb just like everyone else did.

"You hungry? Im gonna fill up, theres a deli inside that makes subs. Want one?" Dean asked. I shook my head and turned towards the window before he could see the tears that slipped out from beneath my lashes.

He slowly got out of the car and finally i was in silence, except for sams light snoring. Dean is an amazing man, he could have any girl he wanted. He wont want a broken shell of a woman like me. I shouldve just let parker kill me. The world would be better off, dean and sam would be better off too. They wouldnt have to worry about taking care of me and have me be a burden to them.

Dean got back in the car a few minutes later holding three bags. "I figured since you liked pizza youd like this. They had pizza subs in there, i got you a drink too. I expect you to eat every bite. No arguments." He handed me the bag and i had to admit it smelled amazing. My stomach growled at the smell and he smiled and pointed to the bag.

I gave in and unwrapped it and took a bite. I havent had food this good since before i got with parker. I was lucky to have a can of cat food to eat even then i had to make it last a week, while parker on the other hand would fix himself whatever he wanted. He wanted me to lose weight.

The thoughts about me being over weight claimed my appetite and i put the sub back in the wrapper and placed it beside dean. "Thanks but im still full from earlier."

He pulled the car over on the side of the road, he turned to me quickly. "I know what youre thinking and dont do it. Eat it or i will force feed you right here right now."

Tears pooled in my eyes and he sighed, "look, im sorry im not trying to force you but you need to eat. If you dont youre not going to get better. Im just trying to take care of you." He grabbed my hand "(Y/N), what is keeping you from eating?"

I inhaled and the words just tumbled out. "Im fat, parker told me. I can see it myself. My stomach is to big, my thighs touch. Im ugly. I shouldnt eat so much. Parker only gave me a can of food a week."

Deans grip on the steering wheel tightend, i saw his knuckles turn white. "I swear that fucker is going to suffer for what hes done to you." I tried to pull my hand away but his grip tightend. "Dont pull away. I know its hard for you to realize this now but i am not parker. Youre beautiful and youre not fat. In my eyes youre the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. So no one elses opinion matters but mine."

I shook my head "dean youre just being nice because of everything that happened."

He rubbed his hand over his face in frustration, "no im not. Im telling you the truth. Now eat. We will sit here until you do." Just to prove his point he turned the key and the cars engine shut off. I sighed in defeat and started eating again.

He smiled seemingly pleased with himself. Soon we were back on the road. After i finished my sub i placed the wrapper in the bag and leaned my head over on the window. "Here." Dean said and i looked over towards him. He held his jacket out to me, i smiled "thank you." I waded it up and used it as a pillow. A pillow that smelled just like him. Soon enough i was asleep.

I woke up in a bed but this time it wasnt a hospital bed. It was softer and the covers were a bit scratchy but i was comfortable. The pillows smelled familiar, like dean. I looked around and only saw a dresser and a table with a lamp on it. I must be in his room at their house.

The door was open, i moved my leg to see if it still hurt. "Damn it!" The pain seared through my leg and i knew there was no way i could put weight on it. I sighed because i couldnt do anything for myself. I hated feeling helpless.

"You okay?" I heard deans rough voice from the doorway. I looked up and he was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. My god he looked good. I shook my head, "i hate this. I have to depend on you for everything. Im a burden to you and sam."

He walked over and kneeled beside the bed, "you are not a burden. I take care of you because i want to."

I smiled at his kind words. Ive been doing alot of smiling lately thanks to dean. Hes got such a wonderful soul and heart. He looks rough on the outside but hes really a very caring person.

"Thank you dean. I cant tell you how much i really appreciate what you and your brother done for me. I just wish i could help out in some way, but i cant do anything because of my leg." I placed my hand on his cheek and he actually leaned into my touch. I cant explain whats going on between my heart and dean but i liked it.

He looked up into my eyes with such adoration it hurt. What is it about him?

"I actually have a friend that can help you, if you want to." Dean said cautiously.

"How can they help me? Are they a doctor?"

He shook his head, "i know this is gonna sound strange. Cas...hes an angel. He can heal you in a matter of seconds and make everything go away."

I raised my eyebrow at him. He just waited patiently as i thought it over. Demons are real and i did pray that god gave me strength when i was with parker. So why cant angels be real? I looked into his eyes and nodded.

He let out a breath i didnt realize he was holding. He bent his head "cas, i need you."

I heard a big flutter of wings and there was a man standing in the doorway wearing a trenchcoat. Not the way i pictured an angel looking.

"Hello dean." Cas said in a raspy voice.

"Hey cas, this is (Y/N). She needs you to heal her." Dean said sitting on the edge of the bed beside me.

Cas walked over to me, "hello (Y/N). My name is castiel. All i will have to do is place my hand on your head."

"Thats it?" I asked.

Cas nodded and then i nodded and i shut my eyes. I felt his hand on my forehead and a warm sensation filled me. A few seconds later i felt amazing. I opened my eyes and dean was smiling at me.

"You look even more beautiful than before." He said touching my cheek. I leaned into his touch just as he did mine earlier. I looked up at cas he was standing there awkwardly.

"Thank you cas." I said shyly and he nodded. With a flutter he was gone. I looked around the room but he wasnt there.

"He does that alot." Dean said. "Now would you like to get a shower?"

I closed my eyes at the thought, "oh yes that would be amazing." I moaned, i felt dean shift on the bed. He was turned to the side with his eyes closed.

I put my hand on his shoulder, "dean?" He took a deep breath and turned towards me. He smiled and stood up and held out his hand.

I took it and stood up, and it felt amazing to be able to stand up and move without hurting. I chuckled and moved my leg and bent it. Im sure i had the most ridiculous smile on my face, but i was geniuenly thankful for everything.

"Everything feel alright?"

"Everything feels great. Thank you so much." Before i could stop myself i stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

He flinched a little and looked down at me. "Im so sorry...i didnt..im sorry." I said faster than i wanted to. I tried to turn away but he grabbed my wrist and turned me back to face him. He crashed his lips into mine and growled. His fingers tangled in my hair and pulled lightly. I bit his lower lip and moaned into his mouth.

I ran my hand up his flannel shirt and went to unbutton it when he grabbed my hands and pulled away from me. "No, i cant."

I backed away casting my eyes down to the floor, fiddling with the drawstring on my borrowed sweat pants. "No, im sorry. It was stupid of me to even think..."

He opened his mouth to speak but i just shook my head, "its okay dean you dont have to explain. I get it. Can you please show me where i can freshen up? I dont have any clothes so if its not to much trouble can i borrow these again?"

He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt. "You can wear anything of mine you want until we can get you some clothes."

I nodded and took the clothes from him. He walked me down the hallway to the bathroom and showed me where the towels and wash cloths were before shutting the door.

After a nice long hot shower i felt even better my hair wasnt all frizzy anymore, my black tresses were perfectly combed and straight. I hardly recognized myself in the mirror without the bruises and cuts.

I was in deans clothes and they were a little baggy on me but i was a curvy woman so it wasnt to bad. I walked out of the bathroom but had no idea where to go. The only place i actually knew was deans bedroom.

I walked down the hallway and passed more doors. They were all closed so i didnt dare to open them. After all this wasnt my house, i had no business snooping. I heard sam and dean talking on down the hall so i followed their voices.

I turned the corner into a big library of some sort. Sam sat at the table reading from a book dean sat in a arm chair across from him eating a sandwhich. He smiled at me and i couldnt help but giggle at his cheeks stuffed full with food. He was so cute.

"There she is. Feel better?" He said around the food in his mouth.

"Very much, thank you. Both of you." I said looking down. "I dont really know what to do around here. Ill try to be helpful while im here. I promise i will find a place soon and be out of your hair."

Sam looked up with a furrowed brow. "No one said you have to leave. Youre more than welcome here."

I nodded and smiled shyly at sam. He went back to whatever he was doing as i paced back and forth.

Dean walked up to me and grabbed my hands. "Hey, dont feel out of place here. If youre hungry get you something to eat. If youre bored sammy has plenty of books and we have netflix. I want you to make yourself at home."

Dean was tracing circles on my hand with his thumb, my breathing hitched and i could feel, something between us. Dean seemed to notice and let go of my hands.

"Sam, you got anything on where these demons are?" Dean asked sam.

Sam shrugged, "not a hundred percent sure at the moment. Parker is for sure the leader though. It seems like its a recruitment thing. Bobbys looking into it for us."

Dean throws his hands up, "now what?"

"We wait." Sam said impatiently.

@an-unhealthy-obsession

#dean x reader #dean winchester #deanwinchester #supernatural

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doraspn · 4 years

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15x03 not-quite-coda

or how dean is forced to listen to love songs until he gets his head out of his ass

dean wakes up to the song earth angel on full blast. dean reaches for his phone to make the noise stop but it’s not coming from his phone. it’s also 4 fucking am. he’s mad. he rushes to the kitchen and sam’s right where he expected him to be, leaning against the counter drinking coffee and staring at the floor, feeling fucking awful and unable to sleep. he looks up at dean who storms in like a madman. dean shouts over the song, asking what the fuck. sam is confused and apparently has no idea what’s going on and why dean’s shouting at full volume. dean looks like he’s most likely losing it.

cas leaves the bunker and goes to a bar because he’s heartbroken and doesn’t know what else to do and dean always goes to bars. even though he said he needs to move on it’s not that simple okay. a drag queen approaches him and cas realises it’s a gay bar but it makes no difference to him anyway so he sits down and orders a whiskey because the smell of it is somehow both comforting and heart wrenching. he lets the drag queen ask him about his break up. he doesn’t even bother to clarify (clarify what though?) and without anyone else to lean on he figures he doesn’t have anything more to lose so he just tells her e v e r y t h i n g and halfway through him recounting the last “conversation” he had with dean, the drag queen is like bitch what did he say to you? and she is having none of it so she buys both of them shots and they proceed to trash talk dean.

back in the bunker sam and dean are now aware that the song is coming from inside dean’s head and they are confused. sam is researching what it could be: curse, hex, trickster, this that something else? while dean is just sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands. but they can’t seem to make it stop. the only change is that after the umpteenth time earth angel played in succession, mr sandman by chordettes started playing on repeat instead. sam is concerned, of course he is, according to what dean told him the songs are really really loud but he also finds it kind of amusing, he can’t help it. he asks dean what he did last night before going to bed, if he remembers anything strange. they have no shortage of enemies but it’s best to start with the basics, the answer could be closer than it seems. dean is convinced this is some sort of sick joke from chuck. sam isn’t so sure, though he isn’t sure why.

cas feels a little better and less stressed, and with the encouragement of monique bedazzle, quite drunk too. he should be concerned about the state of his angel powers but he’s too busy laughing at monique calling dean all kinds of swear word related names. he thinks it’s nice to have someone to be mad for you, even when you can’t quite bring yourself to be. in the haze cas isn’t even aware he’s been talking about hunting and monsters and being an angel but monique probably thinks it’s just the alcohol talking.

dean can’t remember a single thing he did differently last night. what is sam even on about. did he use too much toothpaste and somehow inadvertently ended up cursing himself into listening to do you love me over and over and over again? sam tries to summarize what they know so far: only dean can hear the music, it’s very loud (extremely fucking loud, dean corrects), the songs do change, albeit at an inconsistent rate, and they all seem to be 50s and 60s love songs.

monique puts a hand on cas’ shoulder, tells him to forget about dean’s bitchass and pushes away the whiskey glass in front of him with a cocktail, complete with a little dick on a stick instead of an umbrella. cas smiles sadly at the drink and thanks her. his angel powers must still be there because the buzz of the alcohol he consumed is now replaced with the gentle buzz of what remains of his angelic essence. monique gives cas a little nudge and tells him “sam spade, angel, darling, it’s time to move on!” but one look into cas’ eyes and she knows he will never move on.

dean is slamming his head against the table and taking the time it takes his head to reach the surface to inform sam that he can’t fucking take it anymore when devil in disguise starts playing for the 68th time. there is a millisecond of radio silence upon impact, as if his brain loses the signal for a moment. sam is growing more and more concerned now. while it was amusing for the first 5 hours, now in hour 15 it’s going on gruesome. he is typing frivolously, calling people left and right, desperately trying to find a solution. what the fuck is actually going on.

cas finds some strange comfort in the lazy way the bar staff shuffles around him as they prepare the bar for closing. it’s how he felt around dean. an unmoving fixture, always stuck in one place, as dean’s life happened all around him; always watching him, never quite participating. monique went to change out of her drag. it’s quiet but for the occasional sounds of chairs scraping across the wooden floor. he doesn’t know where to go or what to do next. a glance at the clock tells cas it’s 3:43 am, not that it means anything to him.

it’s not until late that night that dean finally gets a break. there is a short moment of absolute silence which makes dean’s head snap up. sam notices and he immediately tenses, asking dean what’s happening. then a new song comes on, but this time the volume is not obnoxiously loud. as elvis speaks the lyrics and now the stage is bare and i’m standing there with emptiness all around, and if you won’t come back to me then they can bring the curtain down the volume drops lower and lower. the song ends, and so does dean’s inner playlist.

the bar is completely empty when michael returns to cas’ side. cas is sitting still as a rock, staring at the untouched cocktail in front of him. michael’s smiling as he pulls cas to his feet, telling him he’s crashing at the bedazzle pad tonight.

dean is lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. he’s finally convinced sam he’s fine and that he’ll find him if the music starts blaring in his brain again. the headache isn’t too bad, surprisingly. he finds the quiet strange after a whole day of loud, inescapable noise. it feels clearer, like the violent sounds swept his head clear of dusty thoughts that have been there since forever. he doesn’t know how long this moment clarity will last but there is something powerful about the way cas’ name echoes inside it, and he lets himself dwell on that.

michael opens his front door and cas shuffles in politely. he doesn’t even think of potential danger. the fact that he basically told this stranger everything about himself doesn’t quite reach him at the moment. he’s too dazed. michael takes off his shoes and cas follows suit. soon enough he finds himself sitting on a comfortable sofa in a warm living room with a cup of hot coco to warm his hands on, his socked feet resting on the fuzzy cow print carpet under his feet. the socks were a present from dean, buy one get one free, ridiculous porn noodle mishmash design. michael asks cas for his phone. in the background, heartbreak hotel plays.

the next morning dean and sam are having breakfast. dean is a bit consumed with some of his new thoughts so he accidentally spills a full carton of milk all over the kitchen floor. sam understands, the guy had a pretty rough day yesterday. he prompts dean to see if he thought of anything. dean is confused for a bit before realizing that sam is talking about what caused the musical hell he had going on the day before. sam is surprised to learn that dean doesn’t really care that much about what caused it. he watches dean as he fills his bowl with a variety of cereal. dean’s back alright, he thinks.

by the time cas’ phone reaches full charge, michael and he have already devoured most of the waffles which only somewhat taste like molecules. michael’s phone vibrates and with a glint in his eye, he types a response.

return to sender

address unknown

no such person, no such zone

dean is staring at his phone, frowning. sam looks up from his laptop and asks what’s wrong. dean’s worried now.

cas is surprised as he stands in michael’s pantry. heart of a goat is not something humans keep in a jar inside their homes, he is pretty certain of that. he was only really looking for the bathroom because michael sent him on a quest for a “blue plastic container, pink flowers on the side, rattles a bit when shaken”.

sam looks at dean’s phone, then at dean, then back at the screen. i don’t think cas... no, cas no, dean finishes his thought. the words definitely not cas echo in his mind. but who?

michael thanks cas as he takes the potato salad from his hands. even cas can tell the dinner’s well made. michael jokes that he didn’t prepare any animal hearts this time, but there’s always the next. cas isn’t quite sure why he trusts the witch. perhaps it’s the bad jokes.

the day passes without any real incidents. neither brother is any closer to figuring out what’s happening. every text sent to cas’ phone comes back a lyric. dean stares at the latest one.

tomorrow will be too late

it’s now or never

my love won’t wait

cas finds himself in the gay bar again. michael is getting ready for the performance so he’s sitting alone at the bar.

dean snatches the phone from sam’s hands and presses call. instead of castiel he finds a woman’s voice on the other side of the line.

thank you for calling HeadShot, please choose one of the following options:

if you’d like to inquire about our membership program, press 1

if you’re interested in becoming part of our stage or floor staff, press 2

if you’d like to get your head out of your ass and see castiel again, press 3

dean frowns at the phone but chooses number three anyway.

sam asks him what he’s doing. dean pulls up a chair, sits down and starts by telling sam about the first time he’s ever felt scared of himself. sam does what he does best, he listens.

monique gets up on stage to check that everything is ready for the first act of the night. she checks her watch. from where she’s standing she has a very clear view of the front door. it’s almost 10. showtime.

dean finds himself staring at the neon sign proudly shining above the door. the penis surrounded by shot glasses filled with white liquid does seem a tad overkill but who is he to judge. he takes a deep breath to steady himself and straightens his jacket.

“whiskey, double” comes the order and the bartender nods in response. cas turns, his eyes meeting a pair of handsome green ones. and with that, cas is forced to acknowledge he has a type.

dean’s relieved. the inside is not what he imagined, but he doesn’t feel as uncomfortable as he expected. it’s all somehow new, even the old flannel shirt he’s wearing feels like a new skin on his body. it doesn’t take long to spot cas. or to notice the man leaning uncomfortable close to him with a sly smile on his face. or is it uncomfortable only for him? sam was right, he’s jealous. dean guesses it has always been jealousy. he can’t believe it took a day of being forced to listen to awfully loud mid century hits for him to realize that. or to realize any of that other crap he’s been keeping from himself. he’s disappointed in himself. really, really disappointed. but it’s okay. he’s got this, right?

cas looks up and immediately notices dean. just standing there, almost within arms reach. cas thinks that perhaps he’s overdone it with the alcohol but remembering josh’s words from mere seconds ago he is reminded that he hasn’t actually drank anything all night. as he stares at dean, the dull ache flares up and his whole being starts pulsing underneath the surface of his skin. will he actually explode? he never thought he’d be seeing him again, but there he is.

dean looks to the right as the first notes reach his ears. a drag queen in a bright purple sequenced dress is standing on the stage, singing the words whatever will be, will be. he smiles, more to himself than anyone else. chuck can go fuck himself honestly, because there is something fantastic about life and it’s got nothing to do with the pompous prick.

cas can only stare into dean’s eyes, as if he’s spelunking in them, looking for something. something that will make it all more than just okay. next to him, he can feel josh uncomfortably shift as dean approaches their table. but dean doesn’t look away so neither does he.

dean smiles, soft, slightly unsure and offers his hand.

cas promised himself he wouldn’t budge until he gets a full written apology. then for days he wouldn’t so much as look at dean. he would not make it easy for the fantasy dean who would come to him, begging him to come back. but cas’ allows himself something he hasn’t allowed himself lately, he reads what’s written in dean’s eyes and he accepts dean’s hand.

dean’s smile grows. there’s sadness beneath it. and fear. cas knows now. the man who didn’t believe he deserved to be saved all those years ago never started believing. cas thought he was telling him, screaming it but he himself also fell victim to the same mindset.

who knows, perhaps together they can convince each other that they’re both worth saving. maybe it will all be more than okay.

que sera sera, what will be, will be

#i dunno #don't ask me anything

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yeet-me-into-oblivion-please · 5 years

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Well, Supernatural is actually ending and I don't know what I'll do

[ Brevity is not a strong suit of mine since I've included personal details but there's stuff I feel everyone in the SPN family needs to read]

You might be expecting another post about how Supernatural saved someone's life and how devastated they will be when it ends because they've watched it for so long as well as how the actors have impacted their lives. This is probably one of those but please hear me out.

Supernatural premiered in 2005 and I was in preparatory class (aged 5 years and was before I began 1st grade). I heard of it because my aunt would watch it time to time so I'd also tried to get some peeks myself but I wasn't allowed to because it was "too scary".

Then our local cable began to show seasons 1-5 and that was when everyone in class started watching and quoting it. This was in 6th grade and I was frustrated because I knew about it before most of them yet they acted like it was a new show. I had a fair idea about the story but once I began watching it, I fell in love with it and loved it like a part of my soul.

Yes, Jensen Ackles was my first crush but I still thought (and do think) that both he and Jared are super hot. So I was sucked into this vortex, this Neverland which I never thought I would end.

I joined Tumblr for this show in 2013 because I saw the jokes about there being a Supernatural gif everywhere and wanted to be a part of the fandom/community. This was also the year I actually became interested what other fans felt though I never used this site properly until 2016 I would read the IMDb discussion boards because I hated scurrying through Destiel-infested posts.

(Fun fact:I wasn't using any social media of my own but on my mother's Facebook I liked a Supernatural fan page asking people's opinions on Destiel. This is was around the time season 8 was just finishing or had already finished so I read the comments--- people talked about Dean and Castiel being gay and didn't approve of it as there was this one girl who was conservative and didn't believe in homosexuality while others went on how Dean was always a ladies man which I agreed with. Not that I commented but I thought there was something I missed and I thought Castiel used Dean as a vessel, thus Destiel.)

But I digress. I was in deep by the time season 9 premiered and majority of the people I knew stopped watching the show except for this girl who bullied me throughout preschool who put up this update that Dean had become a demon. I doubt she watches the show now but it was hard seeing her put pictures of "I heart Dean Winchester" and pictures of Jensen when my mom asked me why I don't do the same.

Supernatural, I feel, has become that embarrassing thing you are into in middle school but suddenly drop when you're older, looking back and thinking, "Yeesh, I can't believe I used to watch this show."

I'll be a grown woman at 30 or 40 and probably eventually in my 70s and 80s but I will still look back fondly, the good, the bad and the ugly because I have like many teenagers have undergone many changes (friends, family, emotions, hobbies etc) but Supernatural has always been this constant in my life.

Because let me tell you, I'm seeing these posts saying stuff like how people are glad that it's finally over with its "bullshit" and that's it's dying. That is extremely disrespectful and insensitive to those people who literally live for it, who have invested time and money into it: gif makers, artists, meta writers (I may not agree with you guys but even you count). They don't know what to do once the show ends because it has helped them in ways others will never ever be able to fathom.

I saw the video put up by the guys. I saw and I could tell that Jared, Jensen and Misha had probably cried their guts out before the announcement because their eyes were red and puffy. Jared was controlling himself by talking less as Jensen was clearly on the verge as well but yes they said that they should save the angst for next year.

I love the guys; I love Jared being a goofball and Jensen being equally goofy as well and I'll say this too, I used to enjoy some of Misha's crass jokes (not the highlight ) as well which was why I looked forward to the gag reel every summer (because of J2) because it was cathartic after a traumatic season finale. I love the witty banter and the pranks the cast would do and I will miss it tremendously.

I have some issues with my aunt but everything would be okay when we would fawn over the guys and bingewatch the entire season the summer after it finished airing. We'd quote quotes back and forth and even spiritually killed ourselves watching short clips of "Sammy, close your eyes", "I'm proud of us" etc. Hell, she even promised me that when we go visit my uncle in the States we'd attend a con together.

If, and whenever we do go, it'll be different because the show won't be on air anymore and I know for a fact that I won't feel the anticipation of an episode.

So don't say disrespectful and callous things like "fucking finally". You can dislike the cast/plotline/show but don't ridicule and mock those who invested in the show,some of you are most probably speculating and have barely seen it.

I'm not some dumb, blind fan. I can see some stupid mistakes and don't always eat up what the writers show. For example, everyone must have figured that I dislike Destiel because it's based on groundless assumptions. I thought the Bloodlines was a crap idea that had nothing to do with the main plot and knew it was destined to fail.

As for Wayward Daughters/Sisters or whatever the fuck it was supposed to be called, I was not looking forward to it at all because it was one of those "forced diversity" shows, y'know gender bent stuff.

I felt that they were bastardising everything that Supernatural has and will (always) stand for because some people had a hair up their backsides. Yeah, I loathed Claire and that Kaia mourning thing was bullshit. Thank goodness I was sick that day and couldn't keep my eyes open for that episode.

If we were told that there would be a Men of Letters(with Henry Winchester) or even a Bobby-Rufus spinoff I would be okay with that but for now since the show will finish next year let's the wounds heal first, shall we?

I hope that Jared and Jensen get some offers once the show is done and I will pay good money to see movies, TV shows of them etc but for now I will keep quiet since I hope we get an ending we (and the boys) deserve.

Yes, the writer situation scares me and I think they should call Eric Kripke for a last hurrah. I mean, it is his baby and he should get to have a say in the series finale as well as J2.

Will one of the brothers die and the other will live (I'm worried we'll get a reverse Swan Song)? Will they both die leaving Cas behind and Jack as some sort legacy who trains future hunters? That would be a possibility since the sheriff in 14.16 asked the Winchesters why they don't tell people about monsters. What happens to Baby?

I seriously doubt the ending will be happy(maybe not 100%) but the best thing would be if they go driving with Baby into the sunset...

Dean at the steering wheel with Sam riding shotgun, where they should be ---- where they will always be, home. Dean plays his "mullet rock" as Sam would playfully mock his brother's musical choices. No chick flick moments. Just the Winchesters.

The boys need to lay their weary heads to rest, so they can cry no more. Because they are the legendary Winchesters, the hunters who saved the world countless times unbeknownst to many. I don't think their work will ever be done but there will be peace when they are done and how they will reach that point we'll never know till 2020.

Everyone will hear "Carry on wayward son" for the last time ever in Supernatural over a painful montage of "Dad's gone on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days" and "Saving people, hunting things, the family business". Now who in this fandom wouldn't be wracked with pain?

This is the show we all joked about that made a deal with the devil to never go off air but I did expect this a long time ago. Only thing was that I didn't know how I'd treat the news. I was that person who would go, "pfft, of course Supernatural would get renewed". Then again, this was the show that an ending was imminent and the whole season 4 debacle about Misha and the angel storyline saving the show blah blah blah.

So next year, everyone will flock to see the finale and epic conclusion to the Winchester saga whether they stopped at season 5,6,7 or 10,12. Diss it all you want for the shit show it may have become but wherever you left off, you may still want to know what happens to Sam and Dean Winchester in the end.

Once Supernatural ends, I'll turn 20 next summer and I would like to think of it being poetic that I end my adolescence with a show I have loved when I brave the cold, ruthless world of adulthood. I'm a picky person and can't say what's my favorite xyz is but you know what I'll say about my favorite TV show.

We will have completed 327 episodes which is the highest for a scifi TV show so I do hope the boys get some sort of recognition. It was us crazy bitches and jerks that gave the show the mileage and it was us that gave Jared and Jensen faith that they could carry on so for the remainder of season 14 and for 15,support these guys. Support these annoyingly sexy and ridiculously hilarious dudes for this show. I'm sure Jared and Jensen love the show like it's their kid practically but I wish everyone would just shut up, tinhatters, bronlies, stans, destihellers because we are all fans of the one show so let's ease the time we have left.

But seriously imagine Sam and Dean on a desert highway, the orange and yellow rays of the setting sun make Baby shine in all her splendor which makes Dean swell with pride. He starts the engine with a low rumble and they're off. They might to California to feel the sand beneath their feet or to Disneyland. They're living the "apple pie life" and this is their personal heaven : with each other.

I wouldn't mind this playing in the background if the ending is the inevitable and unspeakable you know what :

It's wishful thinking, since I wish they'd actually play some Zeppelin instead of song titles being used as episode titles but I wish they could use some Queen or Guns n Roses and stuff before 1979 because everything sucked ass afterwards according to Dean.

I want the classic rock resurgence in the show as well but I know they'll end up using the cash elsewhere. I wouldn't mind a body swap episode but if wishes were horses, right?

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incarnateirony · 5 years

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FWIW (which is next to nothing, really), it always seemed pretty clear to me that the show is saying the closer angels get to human, the more they are able to enjoy sensory perception of all kinds (i.e. Cas and tasting food). Heck, Anna even includes sex as something humans enjoy, which I took to mean *she* enjoyed it while human. Like you said, there's no predicting where the show will take Cas in the future, but I kinda thought this was apparent.

Mmmhm. The human soul has always been the key to the full “human experience,” which is actually an idea reflected in just about any and every theology to date that acknowledges the presence of a soul. There is the higher or divine mind capable of basic understanding of right and wrong, or thought and uncertainty (”I’m not a hammer […] I have questions, I have doubts,” spake pre-human Castiel), but in just about any ideology anywhere that handles it, our sensory and human experience is largely channeled through it, making a far more complex and complete being.

It’s little surprise, then, that the angels most like humans in their vices are those with heavy, or long-enduring contact. Or at least very strong, open lines to a human (”we’re not a danger to them/they’re a danger to us”/”cut out your human weakness”); Balthazar clearly had his vices but was basically a crossroads angel trading souls; Gabe’s an archangel with a whole-assed other structure, vessel logic and a few thousand years of unknown history; Naomi gets flagged around but that reference was gruesomely vague and on the list of major plotholes Mark S mentioned about the writing around his character getting weaker (like either Mesopotamia is a flub plothole, or Rowena is a giant blundering walking character plothole, or there was a ridiculous timewarp already in play, those are the three options there.)

Hannah’s fun to consider but even that she was awkward about. Angels everywhere were going “let’s try the things my vessel liked.” They fished and fought and drove and, in Hannah’s case, dropped her clothes, because that’s a human thing, let’s try that. The actual depth of that experience was still even an idea just put in her head by her vessel’s memories and thoughts, we don’t even know how she felt about that, because it never happened, would she have even enjoyed it? It’s literally *awkwardly throws clothes off and stands there* what do, humans do, yes? How do you do fellow Humans*. I’m naked like you.

Contact with the human soul is a “danger” to angels because the more deeply enmeshed they are – or the more in contact they are with – or in rare cases even having their own – souls, the more they gain attributes that resonate the human experience. They live vicariously through humans to appreciate those slices of life. Love, hope, art, dreams – those are human things.

And yet, as someone who is strongly part of Team Cas Still Has A Soul (buried under his load of grace), it’s curious that he still can appreciate some human things. Music, that’s art. Food still is off to him because he’s got sensory overload and understands its atomic structure rather than the sum of the parts, and that’s just how he sees the world. He rides a line. But he still lacks most body functions – and yet he’s normalizing into comfortable, natural motion. Doesn’t “walk like he has a stick up his ass” as the AUverse hunters mentioned Angels Do. He’s resonating, for reasons we’ll pretend not to understand, with that vessel.

Whether that’s his own soul or strictly the depth of his relationship to the Winchesters – most directly Dean as evidenced by profound bonds and season 11′s amara heart-tug – people can banter that for ages, but he understands the human experience, partially – and misses elements of others.

Which is all a little to the left of the original conversation, but the human soul even does have place in conversations of things like sex (and by nature orientation). Angels don’t have genders and don’t sexually reproduce; in living through humanity (or acquiring their own humanity) they may develop individual egos that have individual orientations, but such is the base line of the discussion – and where I feel, in the bickering over various sexualities, a huge and fundamental part of the journey is missed between here and there; what makes an asexually reproductive species with no bio function (food, sleep, urination, why do we assume any mechanical sex drive suddenly?) have any sort of human experience. It doesn’t start or end at their sexuality, but that is definitely part of the human experience. And hell, they highlighted that with both 5.4 and season 9. Highlighted and underlined and allcapsed. Added some bold once Luce got grace drained the same way S8/9 Cas did (when Metatron implied that birthed a soul) and suddenly, magically, he has human things like hunger. Tada.

But not recognizing that start point can make a whole lotta people mad really quick over things that can be avoided.

And before I get “BUT SOULLESS SAM-” – but soulless Sam’s base body and mind are of a sexually reproductive species, it lacked the elements of Individual Self in soul or, in psychology, ego, before the supergo of trained culture elements ground and practiced into him. Also something that seems to be missed.

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pandabearisaunicorn · 5 years

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You Are My Weakness (SPN fanfic)

You Are My Weakness Chapter 5 Swedish Creatures

Previously parts: Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Warnings: killing, mention of sexual content Words: 2186 ENJOY!

…Sam’s P.O.V…

Dean thought it would be a great idea to bring both Louise and Castiel on this hunt trip, not knowing why exactly. I mean Castiel is just a pain in the ass. I laughed as I looked down in dad’s old journal in front of me. Still confused over what we exactly were looking for. There had been killings around Greenville, South Carolina but all of them was unfinished cases. It was weird, all of the victims were marked with a weird burn mark, almost shaped like a tree. That doesn’t really ring among normal killings, now does it? I have been searching everywhere for some similar killings on the internet, in books and in dad’s journal but nothing. There had been similar cases in Scandinavia, but why does that kind of creature kill here?

“You’ve found anything yet?” Louise’s sweet voice said, so calm and happy. “Well there has been similar cases in Scandinavia, I’m not sure why it kills all over the way here” I said, still trying to wrap my head around it. “It sure sounds weird” Castiel said, his face confused as he tried to wrap his angel mind around it. “So those victims had the same marks?” Dean asked, his hand wrapped hard around the steering wheel. “Yeah, it’s weird. I really have no idea what we’re looking for” I said and looked out from the window.

I went quiet, Dean blasting his music through the speakers making Louise smile. It seems like they’ve worked things out which make all of us happy. I looked at her through the rear-view mirror at the side of the car, her beautiful smile wide as she looked at him. I just wanted her to look at me that way, but I guess she never will. But that’s what I want, more than anything. I was jealous of him, he could have her all to himself, yet he chose not to. I couldn’t understand why he just let her go like that. Everyone could see how they felt for each other, except them. It was ridiculous to me.

The trees flew by as Dean drove, I just wanted to get out of this car as fast as I could. I was tired of Castiel’s stupid comments, Dean’s singing and Louise’s giggles. I was tired and I felt alone. Even if the car was filled with people.

Finally we were nearing the small town Greenville, we drove through it. Seeing all the families playing with their kids in their yards, all enjoying the sun and free time. Soon we were out on the countryside, following the tracks of the creature we were looking for. Dean stopped the car near a farm, the place looked like it was still running. One of the sides of the barn only half painted. We all stepped out of the car, walking up to the front door. It was open, I only now noticed the other car parked outside, it did not look like it belonged here. It was a nice shiny black pickup car, looking brand new. I got a weird feeling about this. Suddenly I heard a scream from the inside, the scream was filled with panic. A kind of scream that echoes through you, that make you feel the pain. I ran inside, Dean, Cas and Louise close behind. Inside there was a woman, probably around her 40’s dead on the floor, another woman around her late 20’s fighting something. Her fighting skills were ridiculously good, like she had done that a million times. I was extremely impressed. The creature she was fighting was one hell of an ugly thing. A fat small creature with almost green skin, and moss in his hair. It almost looked like a human yet not. I could barely describe it.

My thoughts were cut short when a gun went off, making the creature explode, all of us ducked down before the intestines blew on us. I looked up, the girl already looking at us weirdly. She sure as hell was beautiful, even with supernatural intestines all over her, she had covered her face just like us, so I could get a good look on her facial features. They were soft, her blue eyes looking confused at me.

“Who are you?” She asked and I could tell she wasn’t completely American, her accent sound Scandinavian. “We’re hunters just like you” Louise said and stepped out from behind me. Louise’s action making the girl take a few steps closer. “Well then, I would be happy to hear your names. I’m Theresa” She said and waved, the tension in the room evident. “I’m Louise, this is Sam, Dean and Castiel” Louise said as she pointed at all of us. “Alright, I guess this was an awkward start now was it” I said and a small laugh escaped her mouth. “I do have style, haven’t I” She said cockily and sent a wink my way. “You want to grab a drink and tell us about this creature you’ve been hunting?” Louise said, a warm smile on her lips. “Why not, could be fun” Theresa said as she started to walk towards the door. “You coming?”

…Dean’s P.O.V…

We were seated in a bar along the road back home, Theresa telling her stories about the creature we all were hunting. A troll, a Scandinavian folklore that actually turned out to be real just way more murderous and evil. They could change shapes, just like a shapeshifter and could lure you in. It was a killer machine and it sure as hell was creepy. I looked over at Louise, her eyes pinned to Theresa who was telling a story of god knows what. I stopped listening after a while, only focusing on the beer and her. God, she was the only thing I could focus on right now. I looked over at her again, her smile big. You know when her eyes crinkle and sparks. I couldn’t help but to smile too. She looked over at me, her smile grew bigger as her cheeks turned crimson and her eyes feel to her lap. I took a sip of the beer in front of me and actually tried to focus on what Theresa said.

“So you guys, what got you to start hunting?” Theresa said, her voice serious and Sam’s eyes were glued onto her. “Um, our mom was killed by the yellow eyed demon, one hell of a bitch” I said and she looked over at me. “By what now?” She asked and I looked at her in disbelief. “You don’t know who the yellow eyed demon is? And you call yourself a hunter” I said with a chuckle, feeling Louise’s eyes burn me. “Well enlighten me, I mean it’s my first time in America and that famous demon isn’t really famous in Sweden” She said, her voice sharp. “He was one of the most evil demons out there, he had evil plans for people who has psychic abilities, he wanted to build an army. We got to him first” Sam said and I rolled my eyes. “Yeah only to let hell lose” Louise said with a smile, making me laugh along with her. Theresa started to warm up, maybe realising we weren’t too bad. “Wow, seems like all of you have had a tough life” She said laughing. “Who of you siblings is the oldest, You?” She asked and looked at Cas. I only let out a huge laugh, she looked at me confused. “No, no. Sam and Dean are brothers, Cas and I are just their friends tagging along” Louise said and I sure as hell didn’t like the friend part Louise was saying, she was mine. “Oh I’m sorry, you all just seem so close. I guess you all have been through much” She said and shook her head. “I’m happy they found me you know, I don’t know what I would do without these idiots” Louise said, a small laugh escaped her lips and her eyes glued on me. I felt a warm sensation run though my body. “So where did you find these idiots then?” She said, humour evident in her voice. “They saved me, they took care of me when my parents died. I mean it was nothing they could do to save them. But um, I’m happy it was them who took care of the demons that was possessing my parents bodies and explaining everything for me. I’m so thankful” Louise said, her eyes teary. I looked over at Theresa, also teary-eyed.

……

And that’s how we met her, Theresa or as we now, after 2 weeks, call her Tess. None of us knew how much she would grow on us, how much she could teach us and wise versa. She was just like Louise, bad ass. Sam and her have been connecting weirdly quickly and she’s been hanging around the bunker, we asked her to work with us to figure out what these troll creatures really did all the way over in America. She wasn’t the one to open up on why she hated these creatures so much, yet telling much about her personal life. At least not to me, I guess she had a thing against me.

Louise and I were seated in the library, her nose stuck in a book about mythical creatures. She looked adorable, with her blonde hair messy and her face bare from makeup. She looked so beautiful. I placed my book down before walking over to her, leaning against the table right next to her. She looked up at me, that sweet look on her face. She shook her head before continuing to read.

“You know what would be more fun than reading?” I said and she looked up at me again, a bit of annoyance on her face. “No, what could be way more fun than reading” She said teasingly and looked back down in her book. “I can always show yah” I said as I walked up behind her, pushing her hair to the side and leaning down to reach her ear. “You know, I have an idea”

I could hear her swallowing hard, seeing goosebumps rising on her skin. My lips touched her skin, her soft and flower smelled skin. It was intoxicating, she made me go crazy. She continued to read, signalling me she played hard to get. I gripped the chair and turning her around, pinning her between the chair and me. Her eyes looking up at me in chock, I smiled at her and I slowly leaned in close to her. Our lips almost touching.

“Do you have an idea, baby?” I asked her as she almost trembled in my grip. “I might have a few” She said, her voice lower than usual and the sexual tension could be cut by a knife.

We were quickly interrupted as Tess cleared her throat, I quickly pulled away and stood up straight. Her eyes scanning our every move and I could see her lips almost curling up in a smile. Soon Sam stood beside her, a huge pile of books in hand and that huge grin on his lips.

“I’ve found more to read guys, we might get a lead now!” He exclaimed as he walked around the table to sit down opposite Louise. “Oh, I guess there will be more reading then” Louise said as she looked up at me before turning her chair around again. “I guess there is” I said as I sat down next to her, Tess taking a seat opposite me.

I guess I will have to wait even more to be that close to Louise, it’s weird how we always get interrupted. If it isn’t phone call, it’s Tess walking in or it’s Cas painfully tease us about it. All I want is to get alone with her and to be able to show her how much I love her, but I guess it will wait. Again. I huffed as I started to read in one of the books Sam had brought. Soon I could feel Louise’s foot touching me leg, making me turn my chair a little so she could rest them in my lap. A satisfied smile on her lips as she got comfortable. We sat there for hours, reading and teasing. Tess and Sam talking over what they had found, smiling, laughing and flirting. Like I wouldn’t notice, she liked my brother. Too bad he only had eyes for my girl. I glared at him for not realising that another perfect girl was sitting right next to him, basically drooling over him. It was almost humoristic. I was soon feeling done with all the reading, feeling my butt starting to get numb. I raised to my feet and started walking up to my room, not wanting to spend another five minutes in that room with them, well I was sure hoping Louise would take my hint and come up to me later. I just wanted her, I wanted her bad. Her.

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suckerfordeansfreckles · 7 years

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Traffic Jam Session

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1,007

Rating: General Audience

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11619897

Prompt: “We’re stuck in traffic next to each other and you started blaring your favorite song which also happens to be my favorite song so now we’re taking turns singing each verse and holy tomatoes you have the voice of an angel” Posted by @dailyau and written by @anyah-wtf

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Dean Winchester is more than annoyed, even more than angry. He’s absolutely furious.

He has been stuck in traffic for one and a half hours, practically parking baby on the highway in the afternoon heat at around 100 Fahrenheit. His windows are already down but there is just a slight breeze and it barely makes any difference.

Sammy has probably already given up on Dean actually attending his birthday party and even if he could still make it, he would be late, sweaty and accordingly smelly. God, Dean hates traffic.

The way over to Sam’s place usually takes him about 20 minutes but today some kind of accident happened on the highway and here he is, stuck for approximately another 40 minutes, if the radio news are to be trusted.

The worst thing about his situation is that the lane next to him seems to be moving, whereas his own lane is standing completely still. It moves incredibly slow, but hey, at least it moves. Dean only notices this because an eye-catching, yellow Prius slowly shifts forward next to his window. And because Dean has absolutely nothing better to do, he decides to watch the Prius move up next to him.

Even before he catches sight of the owner of this obnoxious car he recognizes the song the driver is playing over the stereo. Hands to myself by Selena Gomez. What are the chances?? Even though he would deny it in front of literally everyone he knows, this song always gets him into a better mood.

Damn, this chick might have a horrible taste in cars but at least she listens to amazing music, Dean muses to himself, grinning at his stirring-wheel.

That’s when the chorus comes on and he simply can’t deny himself to start singing aloud.

“Can’t keep my hands to myself, My hands to myself, Can’t keep my hands-“

He doesn’t get further, startled by another deep, husky voice suddenly singing along.

When he looks up, he finds his car head to head with the Prius and inside of it sits the most gorgeous guy Dean has ever laid eyes on. And he honestly isn’t exaggerating.

The man has dark brown hair, kinda mussed as if he’s been brushing his hand through it quite a lot recently, a sharp jawline, slight stubble covering his cheeks- and his eyes! His eyes are of an almost unnatural blue. And he’s super into the lyrics, singing, smiling and not caring about anyone around him.

That is, until he catches Dean’s eyes and, with a big grin, he asks: “So, why did you stop singing? Is it my fault? I quite enjoyed listening to your voice.” With those words he turns the music even louder; wiggling his eyebrows encouragingly.

Why he starts singing with this ridiculously attractive stranger- Dean doesn’t know. He blames the heat and the amazing voice of this guy. But, in the middle of the highway, stuck in traffic and sweating, they start their inharmonic and laughter-filled duet.

Soon, they take turns singing the lines.

“All of the downs and the uppers" “Keep making love to each other” “And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, but I-“

One look into each other’s eyes is enough and they start gesturing, dancing as much as possible in the confined spaces of their cars, never breaking eye contact.

“CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF, MY HANDS TO MYSELF, CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF, MY HANDS TO MYSELF”

By now, they are straight up screaming their way through the chorus. And they have so much fun doing so, both end the song with heartfelt giggles, hurting cheeks and maybe drenched in a little more sweat than before.

The next song that comes on is by Taylor Swift, not that Dean recognizes that in the first 10 seconds his new duet partner leaves it playing. Dean grabs his water bottle from the passenger seat and turns around to the other man, who had just turned the stereo off to start a conversation with Dean.

“Wow, that was amazing. I mean, the two of us are probably the only people thinking so, especially when I take a look at the woman in the car behind me, who is staring at us angrily, but I believe we would make a perfect band.” He smirks.

“Well, we’d just need some instruments to take the focus off our voices.” Dean chuckles. “That was my absolute favourite song. Though, nobody knows that and if you decide to tell anyone about this, I might have to somehow eliminate you.” He grins, quickly wipes his hand dry on his jeans and reaches through his open window towards the guy. “I’m Dean Winchester, by the way.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Dean. My name’s Castiel Novak,” Castiel answers and shakes his hand, grinning. “I think I don’t need to tell anyone about our emotional duet, though. I’m fairly certain that everyone in an one-mile radius was able to listen to us.”

Dean blushes a little, but Cas’ joke somehow encourages him. “So, since you enjoy singing… my friends and I spend two nights a month in this small karaoke bar near my apartment. You could join us someday? I could, uhm, take you out for dinner before we join them?”

“I’d like that very much, Dean. Wait a second, there should be one of my business card somewhere-“ Cas ducks down and searches his car for the card, finally hands it over and points at his phone number. “Just text me whenever you find the time.”

“I will.”

They keep talking about everything and anything until the cars in front of them finally start moving and they have to say their goodbyes. Dean texts Cas immediately after setting foot outside of his car, even before he enters Sammy’s apartment. It is when he finds the party almost empty, that he realizes he had actually spent another 80 minutes in the traffic with Cas. And he wouldn’t mind being stuck in traffic again, if Castiel would be by his side.

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teamdoubleoh · 7 years

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Masterlist of Already Posted Fics

Since commenting earns points and not everyone has read everybodies already posted fics, here is a list beneath the cut of those posted before the Fest begins. That way we have an easy way to pick/go to our team mates fics and comment or rec to our hearts contents

Organized by writer

List of Writers:

amottledrose (thebookworm214), beaubete, brookebond, Castillon02, Gwyllion, hippoprima, Iambid (Flantastic), IAmVengeance (Venstar), JaimiStoryTeller, opalescentgold, sunaddicted, timetospy

amottledrose (thebookworm214)

Been Waiting My Whole Life (For Someone Like You) - Q takes independent IT contracts and James works as a security guard. All Q wants to do is start over in London after time working abroad, but he never could have imagined he would meet a blond, ex-Navy officer with a sense of humor and a ridiculously cute pet lizard.

Snapshots - James Bond and Q- perfect for each other even if they don't always know it.

00Q Jukebox - Music inspires many to write, and that's what it's done here. Each chapter will be the title of a song that in some way influences the content of the chapter. The story will be a series of short stories and one-shots featuring everyone's favorite Quartermaster/Agent. Some might be AUs, some might be angsty, others will be so high on crack/humor that hopefully you cry from laughing. All of them are inspired by the songs that give each chapter its name.

Unplanned - A glimpse into Q's mind, someone who never planned on ever loving anyone.

Double-Oh Doctor - It's dangerous to work in R and D, especially when things catch on fire.

Be The One You Bleed - Set back in Medieval England, James Bond takes the throne after his parents die, but there's more danger in his court than even he suspects. During the celebration of his coronation, a young traveler arrives: a strange man with pale skin named Q...

We Fell - An RP about Q, the angel tasked with guarding MI6, and Bond, the spy who loves him.

What's Said in the Silences - James and Alec are ex SAS who now work at a bakery in Oxford. Bond is struggling to adjust to civilian life after a career ending injury retired him from duty. Little does he know that he will soon meet a young bookshop owner, the enigmatic and curious Q.

Smile - His favorite memory of Q

Holiday Memory - It's James and Q's first real Christmas together since they began dating, and the agent is slowly remembering something that he'd forgotten a long time ago, buried under loss and pain.

Strangers on a Train - Two strangers meet on a train. Sometimes it's just as simple as that.

Happy Holidays - Q is feeling a bit like the grinch with all the holiday cheer, but James can fix that.

You Are Beautiful - After years of being together through missions and strife, James and Q are finally getting married! The big day is not without its struggles, particularly since both men are nervous about the actual event.

The Way of the Glamping - Q surprises Bond in Japan. Bond surprises Q in return.

Leavin' on a Jet Plane - James returns from a mission gone wrong and discovers something about Q.

In sickness and in health - In light of recent events here in the US, we decided that we needed a fic of James taking care of a sick Q. And that turned into all sorts of fluff :)

Kitten Q comes out to play - BDSM pet play James/Q/Alec

Pop Goes the Weasel - Memorials for fallen agents are typically somber affairs. Then James Bond gets up to speak.

Hand Talk - What better way to welcome James home than with unexpected sex?

My Fault - It was never going to be. It never could be.

Unrequited - Q knows falling in love with James Bond won't be good, but it doesn't stop him trying.

Longing - It's hard when you've been left behind. It's even harder when you blame yourself.

Second Chance - Dreams

My Skin the Colour of your Eyes - Eve sets up James and Q, not knowing about their soul mate marks.

A Kiss and a Good Scotch - James has to rescue the Quartermaster after he's kidnapped. But there's more to him than what appears on the surface.

The Hacker and the Hit Men - (I Am) Q is an up and coming hacker (and a Submissive), living next to married Doms James and Alec. When Q stumbles on something he shouldn't have seen, he has to go to his neighbors for protecti

Caring Goes Both Ways - (I Am) Set after "The Hacker and the Hit Men" Q wants to help James and Alec with their work, and he learns quickly that his Doms have a penchant for getting intro trouble.

Migraine (Prequel) - (Retirement Bliss?) Q sometimes suffer migraines from his long hours in front of his screens. He usually pushes through them. Set before the main events of the rest of the series.

The Tummy - (Retirement Bliss?) James and Q are retired now, and James is feeling self conscious.

Lazy Afternoons - (Retirement Bliss?) Cuddling on the sofa is a nearly daily activity now.

Mad Scientist - (Retirement Bliss?) Q likes to tinker...

Bail - (Retirement Bliss?) Just because they've left MI6 doesn't mean they've left the memories behind.

Gardening - (Retirement Bliss?) Everyone has to have a hobby.

Kitten - (Retirement Bliss?) Turing is getting older, so he needs a companion.

Chores - (Retirement Bliss?) Arguing over chores and picking up

Dancing - (Retirement Bliss?) Q discovers a secret James has been hiding for quite a while.

Touch - (Retirement Bliss?) Timetospy's headcanon of how James and Q comfort each other. It looks like a hug but it means so much more.

Strays - (Retirement Bliss?) James is something of an animal whisperer. Q thinks it's hilarious.

Watch Over Me - (Retirement Bliss?) All this time and James still can't properly believe that Q is really his.

Contemplation - (Retirement Bliss?) ames isn't he only one contemplating old age. Q does too.

Constellations - (Retirement Bliss?) James loves stargazing, but Q is easily distracted.

beaubete

The Witches of MI6 - An old spell made in a youthful temper, an old sea witch managing in a new era, alone and broken. Old and new clash together within MI6.

Skuld - Dread is knowing a man will hold your heart in his palm before you meet him.

Within Me - “I need it.” / Here, Q could play coy. He could pretend not to know what Bond means. He could be cruel, could mock Bond his obvious weakness. Instead he hums thoughtfully, considering. “Yes,” Q agrees. “You do."

2016 LDWS fics! - (ficlets and drabbles ) A collection of six drabbles from the 00Q Last Drabble Writer Standing 2016.1 - genre: canon; theme: game; 100 words / 2 - prompt: "bet you didn't expect this"; 200-250 words / 3 - genre: AU; prompt: trope role reversal; 300 words / 4 - prompt: fantasy; 150 words / 5 - genre: historical AU; prompt: trouble; 250 words / 6 - prompt: trust; 300 words

Prompts and Bites - (ficlets and drabbles ) A collection of all of the prompt fic and fic bites that are too short to be on their own but long enough to archive.

In the Shadow of the Forest - (Here, There be Dragons) - Written for the 00Q Reverse Bang 2015/2016! / Sent to the edge of the world to look for dragons no one believes in, Sir Bond finds something.

A Year And A Day - (Here, There be Dragons) - Bond has lived with his dragon for a year now. A long, chaste year.

In Memoria Res - Memory is a tricky business. / After Franz's machine, the cup of Bond's mind becomes a sieve.

Only Style - Q takes the job because it's a ridiculous fluff job with an even more ridiculous salary. Things only get more bizarre from there.

Hands-On Approach - What if the scene in the ski lift had gone differently?Spoiler-tastic, obviously. [Noncon Warning]

[...and tons of other stories, because beaubete has 77 posted Bond fics! -Cas ]

brookebond

Control - What else was he meant to do when he got caught? {DARK FIC}

Exposure - Bond is a photographer. Q is a model. What more do you need to know? (There is lace involved.)

Tangled Hearts - Nothing's ever easy when you work an almost 24/7 job, have a department to run, a boyfriend, and a cat to feed. Then there's the ever unruly 007.

No Accounting for Taste - Even though soulmates were common, James had been content without knowing who his was. He was happily married to Anne, the loveliest person he had ever encountered. She put up with all his bullshit and they were expecting a child. Things don't always go to plan though, and when complications arise during birth, James may just end up on his own after all.

Say yes? - (Diamonds are Forever) It’s Christmas Day, Q’s favourite day of the year, and Bond is nervous as fuck. He wakes Q up at 6am and Q is drowsy, half asleep when Bond starts asking questions.

Mr & Mr Bond - (Diamonds are Forever) Q and James get married.

Free to a Good Home - (Diamonds are Forever) Q has had enough of Bond's shit and puts flyers up in Q-Branch.

Another One Bites the Dust - (Diamonds are Forever) Bond has lost something rather important.

Castillon02

If I Had a Functional Pancreas I Could Love You - Q fears that revealing his diabetes will make Bond think less of him. Bond surprises him. (Fluffy just-established relationship fic.)

Pre-flight Jitters - Q experiences some flying anxiety and Bond offers him a (chemical) solution. Fluffy ficlet.

Wild Nights Should Be Our Luxury - Q decides that he and Bond should start having sex. Bond avoids choking to death on cannelloni

Luminous Beings Are We - In an effort to persuade Q to accept him and his feelings, Bond learns the way of the nerd and creates a special Halloween cosplay.

No Cock Tuesdays - Bond, Q, and Madeleine are snowed in and anticipating some hot OT3 sex. Only one problem: Bond’s cock is not cooperating.

And I laid me down with a will - Bond knows where he wants Q to be when the world ends. He finds him at Q Branch instead. (Written for the h/c prompt "World Explosion.")

Rubbish Flirts - Bond and Q’s first sexy weekend together ends with a bit of practical domesticity.

Post-coital Breakfast - Bond convinces Q that he had only the purest of motives when he snuck downstairs to make French toast on the morning after.

Tanner's Mission - Tanner goes on a mission to thwart his arms-dealing doppelgänger. Bond goes undercover and tries out a new form of transportation.

In the Office - Q makes a mess of Mallory in his own office; Mallory enjoys the hell out of it.

A Case of Good Etiquette - Having recently moved into Q's house, Bond returns from a mission to find that his first welcome home has gone a wee bit awry.

Waiting for Spectre - Fills for MI6 Cafe prompts on Tumblr, written pre- and post-Spectre. Chapter eleven: Felix helps Bond on a mission; Bond wins a bet. James/Felix ficlet

It is not the wine that makes us drunk - Bond, Moneypenny, and Tanner take Q out for drinks to celebrate the end of a very long day. Fluff ensues, including Q's glasses getting passed around like a party favor and Bond having an honorable intention.

Q Branch Professionalism - Q finds his staff acting inappropriately.

Exit, Pursued by a Bear - One of Bond's targets tries to hide in the wilderness.

The Trick is Slick Code - Bond decides to woo Q in a way that Q will surely understand--with technology! Meanwhile, Q strongly suspects that Bond just wants a new Aston or something

First Cat to Feed - (Cats to Feed) The story of how Q, with a little help from Bond, acquires a cat after Skyfall.

Worth Killing - (Bond Women Loving Women) Camille finds out that Mr. Greene’s boss has a daughter working with Medecins Sans Frontieres in Bolivia. She pays Doctor Swann a visit, hoping to find leverage and discovering something else.

For Want of a Moneypenny - (Bond Women Loving Women) Moneypenny changes the course of events on Silva’s island. Séverine lives.

Sparks in Six Saloon - (Bond Women Loving Women) Moneypenny helps out a woman who’s gotten on the wrong side of Mr. Greene. Old West AU.

Due Donne a Roma - (Bond Women Loving Women) MI6 and Lucia Sciarra both need the Spectre goons in Rome to go away. They work out a deal that involves Moneypenny.

Acceptable Loss - (Bond Women Loving Women) Field agent recruit Moneypenny starts dating Fields and learns a hard lesson.

A Conversation in Heaven - (Bond Women Loving Women) In the afterlife, Vesper asks Severine an important question.

Motivation - (Bond Women Loving Women) Yusef’s captors instruct Vesper to make a drop in Bolivia. Camille gets curious about why someone from the British treasury would walk into a known criminal hang-out.

Table for Two - (Bond Women Loving Women) The Treasury sends Vesper to Macau; the people who hold Vesper’s leash send her to meet Séverine.

A Question of Commitment - (Bond Women Loving Women) Back before Ms. Dowar had been an MP, she’d asked M to call her “Claire.”

Gwyllion

Five O'clock in the Morning - Written for the 2017 00Q Last Drabble Writer Standing.

Hello Weekend - Written for the 2017 00Q Last Drabble Writer Standing. Prompt: Transform, genre-fluff, Fibonacci number sentence per paragraph construction.

Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire - Written for the 2017 00Q Last Drabble Writer Standing. Prompt: AU “I must be dreaming.”

Sputter - Written for the 2017 00Q Last Drabble Writer Standing. Prompt: Bright.

Nothing Gold Can Stay - Eve goes on holiday alone and picks out the perfect Secret Santa gift for Q.

2020 - Written for the 2016 007 fest Last Drabble Writer Standing. Prompt: Dare hurt/comfort

My Little Finger - Written for the 2016 007 fest Last Drabble Writer Standing. Prompt: Dialogue only

My Heart Will Go On - Written for the 2016 007 fest Last Drabble Writer Standing. / Prompt: Fusion “I expect you to die.”

Big Spoon - Written for the 2016 007 fest Last Drabble Writer Standing.

Prompt: wager. First word beginning with "M." Second word beginning with "I." Last word must be "six."

Blackbird - James Bond didn’t need anything or anyone. He had already lost the war that circumstance had waged against him. When his affection for Q flared, he got the love he never had, and the home he never knew he was missing.

Baby - Written for alby mangroves’ Lip Service – the Panfandom Commentfest.

hippoprima

Give and Take - Q wants and gives all that he could (exploding tech, hidden feelings, secret fears). Then he realized he should just take instead because Bond was more than happy to give.

A Bit of Supernatural in Your Life - Daemons are supernatural manifestations to meet human desires and expectations and MI6 decides to summon a couple of them to join its employment roster, such as one for protection, one to replace a lost Quartermaster. Bond's inextricably stuck dealing with them for better or for worse because that's how his luck is.

Iambid (Flantastic)

Le Beau Garçon - Bond comes home from a mission to Q.

Oh, Won't You Be My Valentine? - Q has a crush and asks Bond to help him out.

Completely Plastered - After a mission in Bruges goes horribly wrong, Bond finds himself confined to Medical. / In which Bond is a bloody awful patient, Eve is a crafty cow, Tanner is oblivious and Q has some wonderful ideas about how to relieve a 00's boredom.

Never Fearful - In a post-apocalyptic world where technology is a thing of the past and magic runs riot; James Bond, a warrior cleric of the Palace of Vauxhall, is the ultimate fighter. / Will his bone-deep hatred of magic prevent him from protecting House Emisyx’s last, best hope for peace? And what is the deal with the kid with the goggles anyway?

Beholder - Bond's own concept of beauty.

One More Bruise - It’s been eleven hours since M changed the status of field agent 007, Commander James Bond, from ‘Active’ to ‘Missing in Action’.

Silence Is Golden - James Bond is a porn star who's been in the business for years. Q is the newcomer who's been drafted in as his co-star.

La Rata - Fourteen years ago James Bond lied to the man he loves and now that lie has come back to haunt him. / As the time approaches for him to confess what he did, he thinks back to the events that led to them meeting

Blacktail - When M loses patience with the way that James Bond conducts himself while out on missions she thinks she has the ideal solution. She has no idea she's about to change the agent's life forever.

All I Am - Finally falling into bed together after months of flirting, Q has a confession to make. Q seems to think his secret might scare Bond away. Bond thinks all his Christmases have come at once.

The Birthday Girl - When Eve Moneypenny’s birthday celebrations go wrong there's one man she can rely on to make everything better - her friend, Bill Tanner.

Breathe With Me - When James Bond goes back to MI6 following his disastrous relationship with Dr Madeleine Swann, Q wants nothing to do with him. / Then there's an accident in Q-Branch...

Lumos - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry holds its secrets well. Born six months after the famous battle in which Voldemort was defeated, James Bond is just weeks away from leaving the school when he stumbles across an unusual portrait of a young man. Who was the mysterious ‘Q’ and why does James get the feeling that the painting is in terrible danger?

The Valentine Dinner - Bill's determined to make Eve a lovely dinner for Valentine's day. Unfortunately things don't go exactly as planned...

The Glastonbury Sprite and the London Spy - A chance encounter at the Glastonbury Festival leads to a passionate relationship between James Bond and Thomas “Q” Holt. / When James's true identity is suddenly revealed and it abruptly ends their relationship, James realises that he is in love and he will do everything he can to try to prove it to Q. Even if that means digging into his twin brother’s past.

Kissing It All Better - James visits a poorly Q.

2017 Last Drabble Writer Standing - A little collection of drabbles which I wrote for this year's competition over on MI6-Cafe's page on tumblr.

This Is Our Beginning, Coming To An End - (Devotion) Following the aviation accident which killed his family, Q uses a wheelchair. Fiercely independent, this is the story of how he fell in love and the three times he allowed James Bond to carry him.

I'm Right Where I Belong - (Devotion) After four years together, Q and James are as happy as they have ever been. This is never more evident than on a rare day off spent together. Although the dark repercussions of their employment are never far away, even the quietest day can be filled with surprises.

Dress Up In Dreams - (Devotion) James and Q's lives are turned upside-down when a kidnap plot sees them both taken, hundreds of miles apart. For Q it's a battle of wits and survival. For James, it's as much a fight against his own demons as the people who take him. [rape/non-con]

The Evening Shift - (Devotion) James Bond, from three different perspectives.

All Of Our Ghosts And Secrets - (Devotion) Following on from the events of Dress Up In Dreams, James and Q's relationship is struggling but a terrible injury turns out to be a blessing in disguise as they are thrust into a series of life or death events.

Grabbed By The Ghoulies - (Halloween Fun) Q takes dressing up for Hallowe'en far too seriously...

That's Just Wizard - (Halloween Fun0.) Just what did happen in that deserted office?

The Assumption - (The Surprises) Unbonded Alpha James Bond would lead a pretty solitary life if it wasn't for his Beta friend Q. They get on well and Q always knows the best restaurants. However James soon learns that Q is full of surprises...

The Homecoming - (The Surprises) What was supposed to be a straightforward covert op for the alpha James Bond turned into an extended, deep undercover mission. Almost six months after leaving England he returns to London and the omega he was forced to leave behind; his beloved Q. / He thinks he’ll surprise Q by turning up unannounced in the middle of the night. As it turns out, Q has a much bigger surprise waiting for him...

The Arrival - (The Surprises) It’s been a hectic time for alpha James Bond since returning home and finding out that his omega Q is expecting twins. On leave from field work, James has spent his days trying to make up for lost time by being as close to his mate as possible and learning all he can about the intricacies of giving birth. Unfortunately all his training hasn’t quite prepared him for things not going quite according to plan…

The Nanny - (The Surprises) Three gorgeous pups and James and Q are still surprising each other.

IAmVengeance (Venstar)

The Subterranean God of MI-6 - The mind of a God is never still, even when it’s forgotten what it once was… Q flickered between himself and Hades on the way home, the riders in his train giving him wary looks and space, something about him now unsettled them. The kindly grandparents pulled their purses and coats close around them. The large youths pushed their earphones further into their ears, trying to lose themselves in the sound of their music. Small children peeped shyly out at him from over their parents shoulders. Those same parents would glance back and then quickly pull their children down to face away. Q kept his head down as he exited the tube station and made his way to the entrance to his building, bypassing the elevator and running up the stairs, where he finally stumbled through his doorway.

Getting A Word In - Some days, Q is so busy that James feels like he just can’t get a word in. Maybe it’s just the right word in or maybe it’s the right place.

Just Checking - You can’t have it both ways, much less three. I’m either a Wizard, or I’m...

Ping! - Old people and technology. Somehow 007 had accidentally group texted him and 006. There’s an attachment included and being curious in his little soul, Q opened it...

Inhale, Exhale - It was supposed to be routine, simple bodyguard duty for the Quartermaster of MI-6...instead it ended in a series of mistakes.

A Price -Death came to me on sock footed feet, stepping softly and silently across the hall floor, for it seems that Death didn’t care to wear shoes. For the MI6-cafe challenge for October.

Just Dance - Q walks in on some agents, absolutely killing it at Just Dance 4.

Banner Graphic for rivermoon1970 - IT'S A BANNER. THAT'S MY SUMMARY. YO. HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!!

Good King James - A short re-telling of one of my oddly favorite Christmas carols, Good King Wenceslas.

The Boffin and The Badass - a rewrite of a holiday favorite, The Holly and The Ivy. Sing along! inspired by Rigel99's pics titled "The Boffin and the Badass"

The Greatest Responsibility is to Hide the Truth... Because Superpowers Suck. - Sometimes the greatest responsibility is to hide the truth from the ones you think you know. Other times, the greatest responsibility you can have, is saving each other’s asses. Bond has a secret that he doesn’t want anyone to know, it’s what fuels his “resurrection” hobby. Okay Alec knows, but they’re besties, he was bound to find out! Q is suddenly hit with a secret that he doesn’t want anyone to know, except for his cats and Rufus the roomba, or else he could be stuck in a lab forever and not as it’s Supreme Overlord! A failed kidnap reveals what the urban hero and the supreme lab rat have in common. They must get their shit together and work as a team, for the greater good and a bit of kissing.

Memoirs of a Quartermaster - You can wish for a different beginning for your ending, but sometimes you’re not allowed that luxury. In Japan, a pair of siblings are sold by their fisherman father. One to a geisha house (okiya) and the other one, to a brothel. Along the years of training and failure, one sibling escapes from the brothel where they lived and the other is left alone, becoming indebted to their okiya. However, years later, he earns the opportunity to become a taikomoshi apprentice, with the help and support of a successful ally. While still a young man, he falls in love with The Commander, at a chance meeting. Years pass before they meet each other again...

Growing Up - Now, it wasn’t that James couldn’t remember how he passed most of his youth, it’s just that it wasn’t very pleasant. So he chose to forget, like we all do.

There's Always Cats - It used to be a lonely walk, but with the discovery of two little fluff balls, Q's valentine's day might not be spent alone.

Demons by Candlelight - if you summon it, it will come.

The Bond Letters - Q has a whole notebook filled, with private writings, all about James. James was unaware of this, until he stumbles across a small, ratty, tatty notebook that was so at odds with the pristine and crisp Quartermaster. James was never supposed to ever find it or be aware of how Q really felt, but spy is always a spy. Now James can't help but wonder what it would be like to actually be on the receiving end of something so powerful outside of the journal writings.

Summer Bucket List - bond has a list. a list of things to do that will be done. he also has a reluctant quartermaster

1000 Paper Things - there's an old Japanese legend that if you make 1000 paper cranes, you get a wish. for james, well, he only has 999 paper things. not sure if it counts but q seems to think so.

The Witches of MI6 - An old spell made in a youthful temper, an old sea witch managing in a new era, alone and broken. Old and new clash together within MI6

The Origin of R -There comes a time, when your past catches up to your future. For Adam, the future Quartermaster (although he totally doesn't know this, sssh don't tell him), this is how his meager beginnings at MI6 collided with R’s rebellious nature, and how she came to be. Desperate to escape a situation of her own making, R turns to an old hacker mate and drags him through his own worst case scenario of past meeting present...they adopt a trusty 00 agent along the way, or perhaps, he adopted them.

Mission to Invite - (Mission Transcripts) It was just supposed to be the weekly read through, followed by Tanner summarizing the bullet points to M. Unfortunately, Mallory had requested unedited copies of the most recent missions, regardless as to if they were complete. 007 and 006’s joint mission had been part of that call for transcripts.

Mission to Date - (Mission Transcripts) Another transcript review by Tanner and another job of reminding a couple of agents that the Quartermaster of MI-6 is NOT a customer service agent or a call...center...girl.

Mission to Play - (Mission Transcripts) The minions need reminding that the deadly agents are not playthings, especially the Double ohs. Alec continues to try and be helpful.

Mission to Sell - (Mission Transcripts) Q’s eyes closed and he listened to the two agents as they left the safety of the hotel room for the unknown risk of the auction. To sell, perchance to buy - ay, there’s that rub. For in that sell of death, what dreams may come? Q twisted the lines of Hamlet for his own purpose. Slowly he began to work at his bindings.

Mission to Steal - (Mission Transcripts) The minions looked around the room, there were very few of them left in the branch. There were a few other double-oh’s in the field presently, but 006 and 007's mission was the only active mission that was currently going tits up, with one of the most important and heavily guarded assets in dire straits. They looked to R and she began to give orders.

Smile - (2017 DRABBLES FOR LDWS) post-SPECTRE

The Trap - (2017 DRABBLES FOR LDWS) Demons keep the wings of angels that they kill as a prize.

Transformation - (2017 DRABBLES FOR LDWS) MI6’s ruler Queen M, sent Q, his protectors, his feline advisors and Q's true love James Bond into the future to be reborn through the power of the LEGENDARY QUANTUM OF SOLACE. Q and James can transform into the SPECIAL GUARDIANS OF MI6. They fight for love and justice, and in the name of MI6, they’ll punish you. (DON’T LOOK AT ME LOOK AWAY!!!)

When the Sky Fell - (2017 DRABBLES FOR LDWS) That which we are, we are; made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. When he is gone, I work my work, but he is still mine.

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Seducing Q - Bond comes to a realization that he wants his quartermaster for more than just a night and sets out to win him over.

After Seduction - Originally called Teasing, changed the title when I decided to add other drabbles to this

Stillness in Silence - (Bonds of Friendship) Doctor John Watson runs a rather unique practice, its entire purpose is to help those who are deaf or mute, either by birth, illness or trauma. Sherlock is brought to his practice by his concerned older brother after he spends months refusing to speak. Things do not go as planned or expected for any of them.

“It’s for me.” 1 - (Bonds of Friendship) Prompt: Somebody says “it’s for me” - whether a question, statement, or demand. Have fun!

Flash Fics Set 1: 2- (Bonds of Friendship) Prompt: You get into your car one morning only to have your GPS inform you that it forgot all directions and needs your help remembering them.

Phrases Said 16 - (Bonds of Friendship) Prompt “Have you lost your damn mind!?”

Phrases Said 19 - (Bonds of Friendship) Prompt: “I need you to pretend we’re dating…”

Bad Advice - (Bonds of Friendship) Q is in need of some advice and decides to ask his best friend for it.

Christmas Preparations - (Bonds of Friendship) Jasper and Jim set up the flat for Jasper's first Christmas with his partners.

Different Paths - (Paths Taken) Soulmates Alec Trevelyan and James Bond find themselves at odds when Alec is given a mission that he assumes that James knows about. But they’ve both been betrayed. James’ briefing isn’t the same as Alec's. Alec’s life undercover is hard, and becomes harder once he learns his soulmate has been killed. Feelings of guilt and anger cause him to fight back against MI6 for his loss. When James turns up unexpectedly, he is shocked to find his soulmate is still alive - a soulmate who attempts to kill him and sets a chain of events into motion that he never would have expected.

Night Out - (Paths Taken) Time stamp event during Alec and Q living in Paris

Wrong Answer - (Answers Verse) Nine years is a long time to be undercover and the longer Alec's mission drags on, the harder it gets. He doesn't expect the teen he is given to actually change the course of his mission, but that's exactly what happens

Through the Ages - (Answers Verse) A series of short stories about James Bond, Alec Trevelyan, and Q over the years in the various life times. Each one is complete as is and will include which tags belong to it in the notes at the top of the story.

“It’s for me.” 5 - (Answers Verse) Prompt: Somebody says “it’s for me” - whether a question, statement, or demand. Have fun!

Deciding His Future - (Real Legends: Moments in Time) Aiden's a young adult now and its time to decide what he wants to do with his life

Interesting Person - (Real Legends: Moments in Time) Aiden's observations lead to him meeting one of his classmates he finds interesting

Q's Gift - (Moriarty Twins) Q's twin decides to do something about his love life for their birthday, it definitely doesn't go as anyone expects.

Lost in the Echo - (Legends in the Multiverse) Alec's thoughts over the years

Diverted - (Legends in the Multiverse) What if Jon met James first instead of Alec?

Of Unicorns and Fate - A unicorn goes searching for the others of his kind, along the way he meets those who would both hurt or help him, and a most unexpected thing, he finds himself in love

Cuddles and Threats 6 - Prompt: laying in bed with each other, one whispers “I could beat the shit out of you” and the other says “I know”. Thoughts?

Around the House 19 - Prompt: Must use these words: Screwdriver. Curtains. Phone. Chair

Phrases Said 1 - Prompts: “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4 am to go for ice cream?!” and “Before you decide to murder me, let me explai n

Our Soulmates 7 Sentinel Verse 1 part 1 - Prompt: Soulmate AU

Our Soulmates 11 Sentinel Verse 1 part 2 - Prompt: Soulmate AU

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Sugar and Kisses - In which Q is (terrifically) bad in the kitchen, James is sweetly indulgent (with ulterior motives), and Q and James are (very much) in love.

For His Wallet - Bill doesn't know what he's done to deserve this. It's all Moneypenny's fault anyways. Christ, who has this much money?

Redamancy - If you write something on your skin, it will show up on your soulmate's skin as well. James doesn't quite fall in love over physics discussions and cheeky book quotes and coding and riddles inked onto his skin, but he comes close. And then he actually meets Q.

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Meow - Cats - James never was fond of them.

Tea Party For Two - "Good afternoon, Q. May I help you with your little predicament?"

Unspoken - It’s as normal as they get and they’re both fine with it: in the end, they don’t need words to profess their love.

Il Marionettista - He hadn't expected things to be the same as when he had walked out of MI6, his mind clouded by the illusion of a happily normal life and Madeleine's sweet perfume - 007 wasn't naïve: MI6 moved at a dizzyingly quick pace and those who didn't manage to keep up disappeared, promptly replaced by someone who supposedly was more competent

Shade: Blood - Q's head snapped upwards so quickly and forcefully that the protesting of his vertebrae was clearly audible and jade-green eyes burned with incredulity "What?! I don't do fieldwork" / "This is going to be so far from fieldwork that I'm wondering whether we'll even be payed" James smirked, folding his hands behind his back so that he wouldn't give in the itching need to comfortingly pat those messy curls - somehow, he knew Q wouldn't appreciate it.

Lovers' Spat - James smiled cheekily, icy-blue eyes twinkling "Have I told you lately how adorably fluffy your hair is?

White - As James watched Q and Danny shriek like bloody children in the snow blanketing the park, courting pneumonia with childish glee, he couldn't help remembering the quote from the TV adaptation of "North and South" his lovers made him watch and think that Thornton was wrong: hell definitely wasn't snow white.

Hole In My Head - There's a hole in Q's head, where Silva used to be and that now he's trying to fill with James' presence

All About Us - “He looks delicious, doesn’t he?” Raoul smiled sweetly, his lips seductively brushing against Q’s earlobe and fingers possessively tightening onto his jutting hipbones. / [...] / “I think he needs to be gagged” Q offered quietly, leaning back in Raoul’s embrace as if to find a new position to better contemplate the way sunlight was painted over that tanned skin, stretched taught over deliciously powerful muscles.

Burning Ink - The day the youngest Quartermaster ever in the history of MI6 and the legendary 007 shook hands in front of a vaguely mocking and depressing painting by Turner, they both ignored the simmering heat burning a name on their skin. / [...] / The day a desperate young man like any other in London and an early riser jogger brushed fingers while swapping a bottle of water in the cold and humid air of a grey dawn, the surprise was so great that their paths immediately parted and left them to wander alone the city with the feeling of having let luck slip out of their hands.

Lingerie - "Wow" James couldn't prevent the three words engorged with admiration and lust from escaping his suddenly dry mouth "Wow" he praised again after uselessly and desperately gulping down nonexistent saliva: the vision offered to him truly was worthy of such honest and bare admiration.

#improper use of marshmallows - Q was bored to death, alone and sprawled on the still unmade bed, gorging himself with sickly sweet and gummy marshmallows and the tablet propped on his stomach to better watch stupidly cute cat videos

Yellow - 00QAD - Relationship

Hearts In Atlantis - "Stop frowning, mi querido, or you'll get wrinkles" Raoul ruffled Q's curls passing by, leaving a freshly baked biscuit by his elbow - a white chocolate and almonds concoction designed to uplift bad moods "You're usually not so pensive after having just woken up" he pointed out.

Bottled Happiness - "You do know that you don't need to bring me presents?" Q inquired as he caught Bond leaving a neatly wrapped package at the corner of his eyes. / 007 smirked and moved the little box in front of the boffin, who still was focused on the screen of his laptop, its light and algorithms reflected on the smudged lenses of his spectacles "I just want to show my appreciation for your hard work, Q"

Blossomed Hope - "Are you okay?" she kept asking and no, Q was not okay - very far from it. But he lied smoothly at her with a smile, not trusting his voice not to betray him if he let it out his vocal chords "You could come to dinner: James has been telling me how he misses your takeaway nights here in Q-branch"

Violet Hour - The first breath of fresh hair burned down Q's throat and he gasped, coughing and laughing with exhilaration at the same time while he spied at the horizon with half-closed eyes, the brilliance too much to stand for his pupils used to the darkness of the ocean's depths. His pale arms were thrown open up towards the sky, seafoam sliding down his wrists as if the ocean itself was having difficulties with letting its fairest child go; not that the flimsy hold would have ever been able to hold Q back, not once he managed to peel his eyelids open and the vastness of the world was forever seared in his retinas - an invisible brand of ownership.

00Q LDWS - I realised I never posted these so, here they are

Selfish Prayers - "Why do they always make them look like glorified whores?" James muttered, shivering as he remembered the late High Priest - an odious fat man that had been made leader of the Cult at the questionably venerable age of sixty-seven - thusly clothed; at least, he was thankful that the new High Priest was such a finely boned and handsome boy.

Royal Presents - Saying that James Bond wasn't a particularly big fan of Christmas would have been a pretty big understatement: he quite detested it, in fact, and tried to avoid anything to do with it - especially at work, which was the reason why he always requested to be sent out in the field, preferably in a country where Christmas wasn't celebrated.

Shattering Stars - James selected a piece by Rachmaninoff he knew Q was particularly fond of and tried to pretend everything was fine.

Twisted Games - "Last time Bond fucked you, the whole floor heard you" Silva tutted reproachingly, reaching over to spoon some cream into his tea. / Q merely arched an eyebrow: it wasn't as if he cared whether anyone knew about the little arrangement he had with Bond - and neither should his colleagues care, since having a sexual relationship with the agent didn't prevent him from doing his work. Anyway, it was widely known that Bond was his favourite agent: the fact that they were fucking couldn’t have changed that much people’s already malicious opinions "Jealous?" / "You don't even know where that cock has been"

Ode To The Broken - "Grow a pair, Q" 002 snarls over the comms, gritting her teeth as she scales the wall just using her pigheadedness and a huge amount of luck. / Q rolls his eyes: she could have easily used the elevator - after all, he could control it easily "Of what? Boobs?"

00qad LDWS - What it says on the tin

Feathers In My Head - (Tumblr Kink Meme) Josephine Bond. Of fucking course, Q should have bet her favourite sweater on it: the woman not only made heads turn with her natural and sensual beauty, enhanced by her colourful attires and heeled shoes, but she also conjured a nervous atmosphere with her reputation of ruthless assassin clinging to her even in the safety of MI6.

Break Time - (Tumblr Kink Meme) "I just want to know one thing" Q panted [...] "Why do we always end up having sex in my office?"

The Odd One - (Omega!Bond series) "James, you're painful to watch" / "Don't watch then" James shot back, turning on his side to have a look at his arse: he knew it looked good but instead of being plump, its cheeks were toned and firm.

One Of A Kind - (Omega!Bond series) To be honest, James had never particularly been fond of cats [...] but Q and the cats came together as a package deal and James had welcomed them all in his flat, which no more was depressingly bare.

E.T. - (Alien!Q series) "That's... a mouthful" James pointed out rather uselessly. / "You can call me Q" the other said with the poshest accent James had ever heard in his life - keeping a startled laugh from escaping his throat was quite an hard job.

Rainbow - (Alien!Q series) James had some bad mental associations with red: it was the colour of blood - freshly spilled or already drying - and of gore; it was the colour of Vesper's sundress when she had drowned under the scalding Venetian sun of an Italian summer; it was the colour of Q's skin whenever he was hurt and in pain.

Comets - (Alien!Q series) "Will you stare at him for much longer or are you dragging him home any time soon?" Eve asked, a teasing grin appearing on her lips

Octopus - (Alien!Q series) "What is it?" He inquired [...] / "It's a lifejacket: it will keep you afloat in case you fall overboard" / "Does it come in another colour?"

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Riding in Cars with Spies - (la Vie en Rose) Riding along on a test drive with James Bond is never a good idea. / Unless it turns out to be the best idea Q has ever had.

Slippery When Wet - (la Vie en Rose) He took the last few steps to the door, paused a moment, then burst in, assuming his firing stance and scanning the room. The refrigerator door was open, and he could see someone bent over, rummaging around in the crisper. / “Oh for the love of….” / He recognised that arse. He could pick it out of a lineup, should the need arise.

Acapulco - (la Vie en Rose) Something is missing in Bond's idyllic retirement, and he can't place what it is...

Descent - (la Vie en Rose) Q had been tiptoeing around the flat on eggshells or weeks. The tragedy was that Q was still on that beach, hundreds of kilometers away, lost along the dark shore as he tread over the remains of the battered and broken bits the ocean had seen fit to throw against the sand. It hadn’t been eggshells under Q’s feet as he tried to navigate himself back to the wreck of his happiness, a sand castle that the tide had reclaimed and broken into nothingness. No, it had never been eggshells. It had been the ever-widening drifts of the remnants of his life ground into his raw soul without mercy.

I'll Be Seeing You - (la Vie en Rose) A drink. He needed a drink. Maybe it would shake something loose from the cobwebs that were his unreliable memory.

Acapulco (Reprise) - (la Vie en Rose) Madeleine frowned. She turned and re-entered the bedroom, stopping at the dresser to retrieve her mobile. As she reached for it, a small slip of paper caught her eye. It was tucked underneath the vase filled with day old flowers, a routine she had adopted in futility to inject some kind of joy into the room that had become their battleground.

Writing on the Other Side of the Wall - (Either Side Will Do, 00Q) What happens when you drop a heavy bag through your neighbor's wall? Head wounds and dinner dates, apparently.

Writing on the Wall - (Either Side Will Do, 00Q) What happens when you drop a desk through the wall of your flat? Q's about to find out...

Before My Eyes - “He must choose,” Death had said in the slow, raspy voice of wind through dead leaves. “And since you knew him in life, you are the one to give him this choice.” / Why me?” / “Because he loved you.”

Tease - It’s been a long day. Which isn’t an excuse for shouting, really, but Bond is leaning against Q’s desk, hands shoved into his pockets, which does things to the front placket of his trousers that Q would rather not be thinking about at the moment, but can’t seem to ignore, and his frustration is leaking out of his mouth.

Save Our Souls - The first time I save your life, it’s an accident.

007 Fest Ficlet Collection - The following ficlets are what I created during 007 Fest 2016. They were based on a prompt list I created - one quote for every day. The ficlets run the gamut from crack to angst to tooth-rotting fluff, so each one has a small content explanation in the notes. Fic rating is for only three or four of the 30 ficlets collected here. Most are T/M.

00Q Last Drabble Writer Standing Contest Entries - These are my entries for the 00Q LDWS contest held for 007 Fest in July 2016.

Cup cakes and anniversaries - Q makes cupcakes to celebrate, but James ruins his plans. Or does he?

For the Love of Peach Pie - After discharge from the Royal Navy in 1946, James finds himself adrift with no clear future. Hoping to find direction, he travels to America./ In which Q is a mechanic in a small Midwestern town, M runs a diner, and life still isn't as simple or peaceful as anyone would like.

A Face in the Dark - When Q suddenly vanishes, James tries everything to find him with no luck.

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