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michaelmilligan · 2 years

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Hi hello Bex Jasmine @angelcaswinchester congratulations again on the 6k!! Let's party this weekend. :D

So, based on your prompt list, have some jonasbrothersnatural! (I apologize in advance, but you know I would have to be physically restrained to not make things about Midam, sooo....)

Got lost in your halo (halo)

I just wanna know

Now who's in your head, in your head?

“Michael?” Adam sighed as he stepped up to the stereo system, rubbing a hand over his face. “Can we listen to something else?”

Letting the eyes of his projection settle on Adam, Michael considered the question. “Do you know all the lyrics, then?”

Another sigh. “No.”

“Then we should keep listening.”

“Michael... We really don't need to know all the lyrics by heart,” Adam complained, soul reaching out to Michael's grace in their chest just as his hands reached for Michael's projection.

“Jack said it's crucial for us to be able to sing along to all the songs,” Michael reminded him sternly. It wouldn't do to be only half prepared! What if people made fun of Adam for not knowing all the words? Michael would have to smite them, and that might spoil the fun.

“Yeah, but Jack has never even been to a concert. He's just saying what Claire told him, and she was probably trying to mess with him.” Adam sat down on the armrest of the chair Michael's projection was in. On instinct, Michael reached out to put a hand on his leg, and Adam's arm slung around Michael's shoulders.

In contrast, Michael's next words were far less gentle – they were true, though. “You've also never been to a concert.”

Adam gasped, then punched Michael's arm. “Hey, low blow!” He pouted, and, despite his clear discontent, moved to drape his legs over Michael's lap. “You know I just didn't have the money and stuff.”

“I know, but that doesn't change the fact that you know just as little about concerts as Jack does.”

“Buddy, I've spent more time on Earth than you two combined. I think I know a little bit more about everything.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “Everything,” he said flatly, just so Adam would roll his eyes.

“Not literally. Shut up.” Another punch to the arm. If it were anyone else, Michael would have been offended, but he could feel Adam's amusement ripple through their bond, saw his soul shining brightly. He would forgive him just about anything.

Quite unlike his brother, who chose that very moment to appear in their living room.

“Sup, buckos.”

“Woah!” Adam jumped, his heart rate elevating as he scrambled up from the chair (or rather Michael's lap). “Jesus, you scared me!”

Michael glared at his brother. “What do you want?”

“Keep your angel blade tucked, bro, I'm just here to deliver a message.”

Michael had made no move to draw a weapon. Not that he would need one to fight, necessarily. “Going back to your roots, then,” he said dryly, tracking Gabriel's movements. Just because he wasn't a threat didn't mean he wouldn't cause chaos.

“Not so much messenger of God these days, you know.” Gabriel shrugged. “Then again, who's even God anymore, right?”

“No one,” Michael said. Since Jack had given up a good part of his power and had separated from Amara (now also powered down), there really wasn't anyone who could claim that title.

“Anyway, Sam said to tell you there'll be some kind of barbecue or whatever.” Gabriel shrugged.

“Some kind of...” Adam and Michael shared a look. “Okay. Do you know when?”

“Uuuuh, he probably mentioned it, but...” Another shrug.

Michael huffed. As an archangel, Gabriel's memory was extremely good. If he didn't remember, or didn't say anything, that was probably on purpose.

Maybe Sam wants us to call him, Adam said through their bond, so only Michael could hear him. We have ignored some of his texts.

We had better things to do. Michael didn't feel bad for ignoring the Winchesters in the slightest. Their relationship with Adam was still tender, more born of obligation than anything else, and he wasn't sure if it would ever become warm. Didn't really care if it would.

If it wasn't for Jack, Michael would have gladly forgotten the brothers' existence altogether.

“Okay, I gotta ask,” Gabriel said, weighing his head as he listened to the most recent song in the playlist, “what are you listening to?”

More to love when your hands are free Baby put your pom poms down for me Come on shake it up 1-2-3 Baby put your pom poms down for me

The song has changed while they'd been talking. Adam groaned. “Don't ask.”

“They're a very popular band,” Michael said, as much for Gabriel as to chastise Adam on his reaction.

“Yeah, boy band,” Adam grumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Not for nothing, but you're starting to sound like Dean-o.”

As Adam's face scrunched up, his emotions whirled all over the place for only a moment. Them he clamped down on them. “Bullshit.”

“See? You should learn to appreciate all forms of art so you don't end up like your brother,” Michael told him.

“Half-brother. And I'm not like him at all, okay! For example – we got cookies. You want some cookies, Gabe?” Adam moved towards the kitchen, where he'd stashed the cookies he'd baked the day before. It took him a moment to find them, because the little tin box was, to his surprise, at the very back of the wall cabinet – just where Michael had put it. The intention had been for Adam not to see the box, and possibly to forget about it until the cookies were spoiled. This tended to happen with other things, where Adam would no longer think of them as long as they were out of sight, and Michael sometimes had to remind him of them.

With putting the cookies away, Michael had hoped to keep Adam (for once) from eating too many sweets.

Apparently it hadn't worked.

Gabriel grinned as Adam handed him the box. “That's why you're my favourite brother-in-law.”

“We're not married,” Michael said distractedly. The notion was absurd – neither of them technically existed, from a human legal standpoint. Adam's fake ID said 'Adam Miller', a fact he grumbled about on a regular basis. But he also didn't want to ask Sam for a new one.

Unimpressed with that answer, Gabriel raised a single eyebrow at him. “You keep telling yourself that, bro.”

Michael wasn't telling himself anything. It was simply a truth.

Annoyed, Michael tuned his brother out and listened to the music instead.

It's only human, you know that it's real So why would you fight or try to deny the way that you feel? Oh, babe, you can't fool me, your body's got other plans So stop pretending you're shy, just come on and Dance, dance, dance, dance, oh

Well. Maybe the music wasn't any better.

“... Castiel and Dean to invite us if they get married,” Adam was saying when Michael shifted his focus back to them. “But only if they have an open bar.”

“Not sure they'd invite Michael, honestly.” Gabriel seemed amused by the idea.

“Well, they just need to invite me. People can bring a plus one to weddings, right?”

“Ya know, usually a plus one isn't an archangel who lives in your head.”

Adam made a throwaway gesture. “Screw usual.”

Gabriel grinned. “Are you gonna invite them to your own wedding too, then?”

“We can't get married,” Michael repeated. Neither could Castiel and Dean. This was all very silly.

“Michael, you know marriages are basically just promises, right?” Adam asked, smiling but still with a tight lid on his emotions, inwardly.

“No. They're legal contracts that ensure mutual support and that both people take care of any potential offspring, as well as providing tax benefits. I looked it up.”

“... You what?” Gabriel asked, eyebrows riding high on his forehead.

Of course Michael had looked into it. It was a human custom, and since Adam had been rather vague about it even though he loved movies with weddings in them, Michael had taken it upon himself to get more information.

Instead of answering Gabriel's question, Michael said: “The benefits are superfluous for us, and neither of us legally exists, so a marriage is off the table. We also don't need a contract – we already have an agreement.”

While he spoke, a smile started tucking on Adam's lips, and even though he obviously tried to keep his amusement under lock, Michael could still feel it through their bond. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

“Okay, you lost me,” Gabriel admitted. “What agreement?”

Adam and Michael exchanged an amused look. “Oh, just something we came to while we were in the Cage,” Adam said lightly.

“A mutual understanding,” Michael added.

“And what was it you mutually understood?” Gabriel prompted, seeming impatient.

Another exchanged look. Adam was barely holding down a grin.

“Well. After careful consideration on both of our parts, we came to the conclusion that...” Michael made a dramatic pause, just so Gabriel would become exasperated. It worked. “... we like each other.”

Gabriel blinked at him.

“Admittedly, it was born out of the fact that we were the only ones in the Cage. If you discount Lucifer.” Michael shrugged.

“So what, did you make promise rings for each other? Friendship bracelets? What exactly is your relationship, anyway?” Gabriel frowned.

“Our relationship is very good,” Michael said, leaning back in his armchair. “Thanks for asking.”

Adam bit his lip to keep from laughing.

“But what is it? What do you call each other?”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “Well, I mostly call him Adam, since that's his name.”

Gabriel groaned in frustration. “Let me put this as clear as possible. Do you smooch or not?”

“I don't see how that's any of your business,” Michael said simply. Of course he knew what Gabriel was asking, but he had no intention of discussing such private things with him. Besides, his relationship with Adam could hardly be described in such simple terms as romantic or non-romantic. There was so much more depth to it that-

Without warning, Adam changed the song on the playlist.

We go together Better than birds of a feather, you and me

Ah. Michael liked this one. Adam had made jokes about the 'feathers' line and Michael's wings the first time they'd listened to it, but Michael had long since forgiven him. (Besides, it had been kind of funny.)

I'm a sucker for you You say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly I'm a sucker for you, yeah Any road you take, you know that you'll find me

Adam grinned as he leaned back against the armchair.

He liked that one, too, even if he would never admit it.

I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things No one knows about you (about you) about you (about you) And you're making the typical me break my typical rules It's true, I'm a sucker for you, yeah

Maybe that song was a good summary of their relationship, actually.

All he knew was that if they played this song at the concert, they were both going to sing along loudly.

And that was all anyone else needed to know, too.

#Listen I don't think I had ever heard a single Jonas Brothers song in my life before writing this #But #There are some songs that make me go 👀👀 thinking about the blorbos #Which is why I couldn't choose just one and instead went for several #Anywayyyyy Adam and Michael are kinda salty about the Winchesters but I think they have the right #No one is doing mlm/mlm hostility quite like them <3 #Sooo enough rambling I hope you enjoy this a 'lil #👉👈#Okay bye #Midam #Implied Destiel #Quick writing #angels6k #Idk yet if I can make it for the other two days but I'll try!#Ah I forgot to say I was going for a QPR kind of vibe with Adam and Michael if anyone was wondering :D #Not sure if I succeeded lol

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xofemeraldstars · 2 years

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FOR @angelcaswinchester ‘s 6K FOLLOWER CELEBRATION — day one: secrets

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winchestergifs · 2 years

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For @angelcaswinchester's 6k Follower Celebration 🦋 June 24th ➙ jonasbrothersnatural // lucky // secrets

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1967-impala · 2 years

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Hey everyone! This is my first ever fic!! I had fun writing this!! :)

It’s a small fic diving into Dean’s character/psyche (based off of my own headcanon lol), with a bit of destiel sprinkled in!

Prompt: from @angelcaswinchester’s 6k celebration prompts! (Congrats on the milestone!!). I’m using “missing pieces” and “late-night phone calls”. Thanks for the prompt ideas!! :)

Words: 650

cw: angst, memory loss, feeling alone/depression, existential crisis; (But there is a small lift at the end!)

Title: Memory

It was late, and the night was pitch black as Dean drove along the empty road. The Impala hummed and the road in front whisked on by under the headlights. He had been traveling for a while, not thinking of anything in particular as he sat in the quiet. He started to slip into a sort of trance. A road, very similar to the one he was on, appeared in his mind.

Dean tried to remember how long ago it had been since he had seen that road, but he couldn’t remember. He couldn’t even recall where it was at or who he was with at the time. It just felt familiar.

He felt a sudden pang of guilt. He spent so much of his time on the road, talking with Sammy, visiting places and helping people, but it was all just a fog. All the memories melted together and he wasn’t able to pull them apart. Sometimes, a memory would just float up into his conscience, like it was doing now; but he had no control over it.

The pang of guilt flashed through him again, gnawing at his stomach. Why couldn’t he remember? Why couldn’t he remember half the things his father used to reprimand him about, or what exactly Sammy’s smile looks like, or what he had just asked Cas about this morning?

During the day, he didn’t have to worry about this. There was so much to do, too much to say. But on nights like these, alone on the road, he was finally able to feel the pieces that were missing. He sighed.

Is life really just a cycle of motions, spinning and spinning, piling up in his mind until they swam in circles, eventually to sink into the depths of his subconscious, never to be remembered again? A few tears started to roll down his cheeks.

He knew that people don’t remember a lot of things, but this felt different. He wondered if forgetfulness felt like this to others. No one else seemed to be as alarmed when they acknowledged the things they couldn’t recall. He felt alone. His tears trickled down his cheeks in silence.

The road in his mind began to fade away. The humming of the Impala returned to his ears, the road in front grew sharper in his eyes. His mind had quieted, but the tears remained.

After a while, he heard the faint buzzing of his phone on the seat next to him. Looking at the faint blue glow, Dean picked it up gently. He paused, trying to swallow the tension from his throat.

“Hey, Cas”, he answered softly.

Cas’ familiar voice greeted him quietly, “Dean. How are you?”

There was a pause.

“I’m alright. Almost to the bunker.”

“That’s good,” Cas said, his voice relaxing.

Another pause.

“Hey, Cas?” Dean said. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, Dean.”

“Do you remember what I asked you this morning?” Dean felt a weak, ironic smile begin to rise on his face. Tears still came down.

There was a pause.

“I can’t remember,” the angel said.

They both sat in silence. Dean’s smile twitched in relief as tears landed in his lap.

Maybe life is just a cycle of motions that melt together in one’s mind. But maybe, the point is for them to be forgotten, for them to fall into your subconscious.

And maybe most others were able to remember more than Dean could. Maybe others didn’t feel as lonely as he did in the moments he felt the blankness of his mind.

The heaviness he had always felt from this emptiness would always weigh on Dean’s heart.

But at least there was someone to be there with him for the rest of his days, to help him come to terms with what existence means.

“Thanks, Cas.” He smiled as his voice grew thick.

“See you in a bit.”

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Thanks for reading all the way through!! I hope you liked it!! As I said before, it’s my first fic, so I would love to hear all of your thoughts on it! <3

#hopefully it makes sense! 🙈#Also I feel like I read a fic once that had the same vibes as this- but also I get paranoid about these things...#So if there is one- please lmk! Because I really didn’t copy anything- but if I did subconsciously lmk so I can fix it!#angels6k #destiel #dean #cas #fic #analysis

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cosmosinfinity23 · 2 years

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For @angelcaswinchester‘s 6K Follower Celebration, here is Lucky Penny! One shot below the cut. AO3 version here.

It started as an accident.

Dean and Castiel were walking into a store to pick up groceries when Dean spotted something shiny on the ground.

“Hey look, lucky penny,” Dean said, picking up the copper coin. It wasn’t a half-bad one either, only a couple dark scuffs around the edges.

“What about the coin is, ‘lucky’?” Cas asked, adorably cocking his head.

“You know, find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck” Dean responded, flipping the coin in the air.

Cas scrutinized the coin for another minute, before rolling his eyes.

“I see no reason why this penny is luckier than any other coin”

“How about this,” Dean said, stepping towards the angel and dropping the penny into the other’s hand, “hold on to it, and see if you feel luckier”

“Alright” Cas agreed, seemingly still skeptical.

Later that day, Dean found another lost penny, and handed it over to Castiel.

“See if this one feels any luckier” he joked, grinning at the squinty look Cas had evaluating the coin.

“I do not believe an abandoned, common coin can bring any luck” Cas said. However, he still shoved the coin into his pocket, so Dean counted it as a win.

After that it was simply a force of habit. Find a penny, give it to Cas. Like checking the safety of a gun before setting it down, or blowing on soup if you think it’s hot.

As the weeks went by, Castiel’s comments became fewer and fewer, until he began just accepting the coins with a fond eye roll. And, so what if it made Dean smile every time he found a penny? It wasn’t like anyone knew why he was smiling! (Of course, everyone already knew Dean’s “Thinking of Castiel” smile, so they could take a good guess)

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Until, one day Dean goes looking around Castiel’s room.

“Hey, did I leave my cassette player in here last week?” Dean asked, stepping into the angel’s room. The place was practically bare, with only a few items scattered throughout. He mentally noted that he would have to take Castiel to Ikea or something sometime.

“I don’t believe so, but you can look around” Cas offered, barely glancing up from his new bird book.

As Dean glanced around the room, he noticed something sitting on top of the otherwise bare bookshelf.

A mason jar full of pennies.

“Is that… all the pennies I’ve given you?” Dean asked, walking up to the shelf. He gently picked up the jar and rotated it in his hands; there must’ve been over a hundred copper coins inside.

As he glanced back at the angel, he saw Cas’ face go bright pink.

“Yes, I have yet to observe any luck-giving properties in the coins,” Cas replied, with a small smile creeping on his face and setting the book down, “but I figured it would be good to keep them just in case”

Dean grinned at the Cas, before looking back at the jar.

“If they did work, what do ya’ think luck would give you?”

“… perhaps a date”

Dean laughed at the response and set the jar down, turning back towards Cas.

“Buddy, I don’t think you need a jar full of coins to score a date” Dean said, just a tad more earnest than he meant.

“Not just any date,” Castiel corrected, now fidgeting with the cuff of his trench coat, “there’s a certain… person I’d like to go on a date with. However, I doubt they’re interested. Hence, the coin jar”

“Well, maybe the coins brought me to be your wingman!”

“I sincerely doubt that”

“C’mon! Why not?”

Castiel gave Dean Bitchface No. 5, before shaking his head and sitting down on the bed.

“Who is it anyway?” Dean asked curiously. It was a good question; it wasn’t like the angel got out much, and Dean’s positive he would’ve noticed if Cas got a crush on one of their friends.

Besides, there were few people good enough for Cas anyways. Even if Cas revealed he liked some rando waitress or bartender from the road, Dean would have to ensure they were up-to-quality.

Castiel shot a warning glare.

“Is it someone we know?” Dean further questioned, taking the seat beside Cas.

Cas blushed even harder and looked away.

“It is!” Dean exclaimed, eyes widened. Who the hell could it be?

“None of that is of importance,” Castiel said, still looking away, “as I said, he isn’t interested in me and that is final”

“So it’s a he?”

“Dean” Castiel groaned, burying his face into his hands.

Dean sighed, eyeing the angel. Whoever it was, Cas was obviously pretty gone on them.

“Listen, Cas,” Dean said, gently grabbing the other’s wrists to pull his hands away to look at his face, “whoever it is, he’d be lucky to have you. Luckier than that jar. You’re… you’re real special buddy. And if he can’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you”

Castiel stared at Dean, a hopeful look in his eyes. Then, with a soft sigh, broke eye contact.

“It’s you”

“Me?”

Castiel nodded, still looking away.

Holy shit. Cas liked him?!

“Why?” Dean said, almost without thinking. It seems the confession broke his mouth-filter.

“Dean,” Castiel said firmly, finally looking up at him, “you’re the most caring person I’ve ever met. You care so much for the people in your live, and you try so hard to protect them. You always try and make the right decision, even when it’s not clear, and you always stand up for what you believe in. I can’t think of a reason it wouldn’t be you”

“Cas, I’m royally messed up. You deserve someone better” Dean replied, shaking his head.

“I don’t want anyone better” Cas muttered, still staring at him.

“However, I understand you don’t feel the same” Castiel sadly added.

“Like hell I don’t!” Dean snapped, before lowering his voice. “Of course I like you too. You’re- you’re you”

Cas tilted his head, obviously confused, and, well, that wouldn’t do.

So, Dean gently grabbed Cas’ chin, and pulled him closer till they were sharing the same breath.

“Is this ok?” Dean murmured, unable to look away from Cas’ blue, blue eyes.

Castiel’s breath hitched, but nodded.

Dean leaned forward and closed the gap.

The kiss was soft and sweet, and Dean tried to press all the words he couldn’t say into the angel’s lips. After what felt like both a moment and eternity, they broke with a sigh.

“Wow” Dean said, leaning back and grinning.

“I, um,” Cas started, clearing his throat, “I believe the coin jar worked”

Dean laughed, before leaning back in.

“You’re about to get a whole lot luckier”

#destiel #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #angels6k #angelscas #cosmos talks

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