#fuck you eileen lamb
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CW: ableist, bullying, False information, ABA.
Eileen lamb aka @/theautismcafe Is a mother with two children with Neurodiversity disabilities and she is well known as she works for Autism $peaks And when it comes to her free speech and her saying that we are bad guys, She is also pulling the Victim card on us because we are the ones that are treating her like trash but guess what she is the one that is putting the blame on herself because she doesn’t want to listen to us she cares about Her precious fans and tells them That she’s being bullied,
If you don’t know why here is two images of her crying about autistic people Harassing her and another one that she said that she’s “autistic” but she’s being called an ableist woman when she said that she’s “autistic” Which she using autism as excuse to being a ableist person In fact it could be many ways that people would use Autism as an excuse like using it as a crime, using it as a way to hurt and abused people for sexual abuse Or to manipulate people etc. in fact their are just too many bad people that use Victim blame to Cover their tracks, But many people Are going to the comment section and be like why are you saying that in fact Eileen is not a ableist person in fact she listens to everyone and she is a good mom Well yeah like I see this one right there that she said that otherwise that she would listens to us,
But what bothers me the most is that she wants to compare ABA to life skills, helping parents, and to have a better life for their Autistic children, It’s like everything that Non-disabled people want is trying to convince them that ABA is not abuse like you can’t change the history and Research you know it was made by a homophobic man Who he wanted people with sexuality and gender to be straight and Cis that is Called “gay conversion therapy” And it’s the same thing to ABA knows as “applied behavior analysis” for autism, But yet again this is like a slap in the face when she said stuff like “I disagree in fact ABA is not abuse like come on stop being a Bunch of Snowflake”
And another thing is that when she said that AAC is helpful but in reality she doesn’t like AAC So the company Autism $peaks wants to pass a bill for schools To not allow access for Nonverbal autistic kids for the use of AAC Or other helpful and Good alternatives, In fact This posted had been one year later and she came up with the use of pulling up Another victim blaming And another destructive lies of trying to cover their tracks but with this time By blaming a another Autistic advocates by the name of @notanautismmom
In fact this poor young woman has been Fighting for the right simply because she’s telling the truth of Autism $peaks trying to take away AAC for Nonverbal autistic kids and she has been facing in harassment by Eileen lamb,
In fact I am sick and tired of her bullcrap just because that she’s being called out and saying that she is upset by autistic people but she being an ableist woman she is not a good person whatsoever and people should not be defending Eileen lamb at all like in fact why can’t people just listen to us why can’t people just let us be who we want to be instead of treating us like We’re burdens This is why that she is just making excuses for us excuses and for all that she works for autism $peaks just proves how ableist she is, Also I don’t care if Eileen lamb is autistic In fact autistic or not she needs to not pull the victim Card Nor treat us like garbage it is not right it is disrespectful and she knows that what she’s doing is wrong and that including her working for Autism $peaks and for her Disgusting behavior In fact as an autistic person like myself you know I don’t support hate groups like this I support love and Accept I support the parents of autistic children who Actually love them for no matter what, No one deserves to be punished no one deserves to be treated like we’re Puzzle pieces or burdens, no one deserves to be treated like we are disease, we deserve to be treated like We’re human Like we are welcome to this world in fact we deserve better #Nothingwithuswithoutus
#nothing with us without us#autism#actually autistic#boycott autism speaks#aba is abuse#disability rights#ableism#fuck you eileen lamb
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Top 10 pairings and/or fandoms :)
okay HONESTLY i'm a one ship wonder with a lot of fandoms, i have the flagship and then a few tributary ships so this should be pretty easy except for the fact that i think it shows my boring ass hand tbh a lot of my ships are the boring obvious ones probably because I don't consider myself a multishipper if that makes sense. Like it takes a lot for me to care, y'know.
also sorry for the delay i'm working on the giant buddha in terraria and oh god it's past midnight huh
Ulrich/Yumi (Code Lyoko) - Dude it's here because it's my first real ship first real fandom experience i understand they might be kinda milquetoast inasmuch as they were VERY popular but i really resonated with Ulrich's insecurities and totally not brewing emotional abuse victim angst so it'll always stay close to my heart
Henry/Eileen (Silent Hill 4) - First...adult-ish ship? Dude i was 14-15 when i got into Silent Hill and I attached to these two immediately, idk why, but scarring and recovering is gonna be somewhat of a running theme I think
Majima/Makoto (Yakuza 0) - PERFECT SEGWAY BITCH OH FUCKING DAMN not only were they my first foray into real smut writing in 2019 Makoto is one of my favorite characters of all time, i attribute at least some of my comfort with myself nowadays to this ship and I've met some LIFELONG friends through them
Scully/Starling (crossover X-Files and Silence of the Lambs) - Not a big greater hannibalverse type person but these two in particular I'm still very very very sweet on. I wish I would've written more when i had the gumption but I like what I did with them at the time.
Guts/Casca (Berserk) - I just. y'know. I love them, I love Guts, I love Casca, and i think my favorite gutsca moment, my favorite one, is when Skull Knight tells Guts that what he may want for her may not be what she wants in general. PEAK shipping moment for me, idk if that's weird but OH that's so good. FUCK yes independence from each other. OUGGH
Anya/Dimitri (Anastasia 1997) - there was a tweet in early early 2020 that said "you don't have shipping preferences you heard Dimitri say "princesses don't marry kitchen boys" and it was decided for you" and i've never felt so fucking called out
Carlos/Jill (Resident Evil 3) - i think we can blame silent hill ascension for making me so utterly pathetic and cold and betrayed that I went full force horny for valeveira out of ?????? nowhere. they're sweet, it's nice to write Carlos after so much of writing the guy in the next ship I'll list...
Tseng/Aeris (Final Fantasy VII) - GOD DUDE IF I TOLD YOU I STARTED SHIPPING THEM AS A HORNY JOKE BUT NOW IT'S 350K WORDS OF FIC WITHIN ~3 YEARS LATER IT'S NOT A FUCKING JOKE ANYMORE IS IT
Wolf O'Donnell/Isabelle (Crossover StarFox/Animal Crossing or just smash bros if you like) - I really really really had a fun fic for them that i WILL get back to but a lot of real life stuff got in the way and since it is a FUN fic, if you're not having fun irl it's hard to write fun irl. Also can you tell I'm grasping at straws bc I'm desperate to find other ships i care about.
Yuffie/Elena (FF7) - Because I'm grasping at straws I'll end with another FF7 fic that I've been itching to make more stuff for (i've sketched a few things here or there but that's it) and it's these disaster lesbians.
Mayyybbeee there's another ship that I'm fond of elsewhere but tbh I mostly see shipping happen and I'm like "That's nice" and I move on, or even if i care about the ship caring about it versus actually WRITING or making fandom over it is a different thing. Like I loved Eadaz/Sabran in Priory of the Orange Tree, or Ammar ibn Khairan and Jehane bet Ishak in the Lions of Al Rassan, but i'm not exactly writing fic over it.
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a pre-emptive thought on michael cera
otherwise titled: michael cera's "true that" - an incredibly casual, not-quite-a-review review
also otherwise titled: i clearly don't know what pre-emptive means but who cares it sounds cool and here's michael cera on the weezer album cover
via @/ilovevampires333 on pinterest
i think it's kinda crazy that we as a society have not given michael cera's debut (and only) musical album enough attention.
let's recognise just how crazy it is that michael cera - the incel portraying, awkward-epitomising star of scott pilgrim and superbad, the debatably more esoteric and more questionable alter ego to paul dano (they have the same vibes - though dano is more sinister), the voice of brother bear on the berenstain bears (berenstain or berenstein? i still can't decide) - makes music.
and what's even crazier is that i am - somewhat ashamedly - semi-crazy for said music.
but let's back track for a moment and take a walk down a very short memory lane. let's get a quick run-down of cera's musical background:
he played mandolin and backup vocals for weezer's hang on (a fact that sends me into fucking ORBIT)
he's played bass on tour for indie band mister heavenly
he's contributed to multiple songs off his own movies' soundtracks - namely scott pilgrim and nick & norah
okay, i don't even know what that bit was for. anyways! now that we're done with that, let's get on to the good stuff. the pinnacle of modern humor, or maybe just my humor, the fact that mr. michael cera dropped an eighteen-track full album seemingly out of nowhere.
true that is by no means anything show-stopping or groundbreaking. it's messy at times, incredibly poignant at others, and puts you in this weird in-between state of uneasiness and pleasure.
albeit folk-y, some parts lo-fi, and a whole lot melancholy, true that is undeniably my favourite album to spring on people when they ask for music recommendations. scratch that, it's my favourite album to spring on people, period.
(did you know michael cera makes music? it's actually really good, is my favourite conversation starter. though i have to admit it usually just gets me an arched eyebrow and a clearly disinterested who?. so, maybe not the best way to drive a conversation)
yes, there's no coherent mood, and yes, the songs are kinda all over the place in terms of tone and theme, and yes, he is kinda mumbly the whole time, and yes, that's what makes the whole thing so great.
true that is really a surreal experience. personally, i think listening experiences are best when you're either: a) so tired you are barely keeping your eyes open and you literally feel like you're about to fold over and flop into a taco of you, b) so out of it that you have to turn to michael cera's music to set the mood, c) on any form of public transport and want to pretend that you're some esoteric, different-but-not-in-a-pick-me-kind-of-way-more-like-a-sharon-tate-silence-of-the-lambs-eileen-by-otessa-moshfegh-not-my-year-of-rest-and-relaxation bitch.
those are my top 3 moments to listen to michael cera.
and now, in no particular order even though there is a particular order and that is any order where 2048 comes out on top, here are my personal favourite tracks: 2048, clay pigeons, gershy's kiss, and moving in.
so that's my review on michael cera's true that. if you were looking for a serious, actual discussion on the musical traits and quality and all that - sorry. you came to the wrong place. like, an incredibly wrong place.
anyways, that's it for now. i have to go reorganise my pinterest boards for the sixteenth time this week. ciao!
signed,
jaclyn
/the medea letters
#michael cera#paul dano#scott pilgrim#scott pilgram vs the world#ramona flowers#nick and norah's infinite playlist#true that#2048#clay pigeons#otessa moshfegh#femcel#waif#superbad#weezer
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alright let’s talk about sam’s late season plotlines because i DO love sam even if cas and i do share a more profound bond. season-by-season playbook looks like this:
season 6: sam still doesn’t have a soul, but it’s WORSE. go hard on the soullessness!! he has NO obligations to anyone anymore, he fucks off immediately after being resurrected without so much as a thank-you to cas and starts chugging demon blood again because he’s thriving on impulse and not higher moral functioning. when they try to put his soul back in his body, they find out that they can’t do it because something something body too corrupt. this is sam’s mark of cain arc tbh.
season 7: sam, reeling from the horrifying implications of what he did while he was soulless, says goodbye to his brother and checks himself into a monastery to try and get closer to god, whom he still has a very desperate and naive faith in.
season 8: we still do the trials plotline, but we dial up the religious trauma aspect of it to 11. in his year at the monastery, sam never heard a whisper from god, and this is his last ditch effort to get god to talk to him and tell him what to do, how he can finally be clean. he IS trying to die.
season 9: sam dies! sam fucking dies! and he goes to heaven, gadreel possesses an empty corpse and lies to dean about sam still being alive, and sam is in heaven, finally, he has proof that he’s not unclean, he died a martyr, it’s all very poetic.
season 10: sam wakes up in his body to the smell of lamb’s blood, incense, and wax. dean has performed horrifying necromancy magic to get him back. he’s horrified, because he was supposed to be DONE, but also... the book dean used to do the necromancy magic is fully cursed and compelling him to revive other people they’ve lost. this replaces the mark of cain arc and segues into my late seasons dean rewrite so i’ll leave it at that. also, the witch who gave them the necromancy book was rowena.
season 11: finally clear of all messy soul business, sam starts doing community outreach to other hunters, and even some friendlier monsters, and building a network. the people dean revived in season 10, including kevin and bobby and rufus and ellen and jo and benny and the like, all get to be here because i missed them, and they’re an integral part of sam’s networking. this is how he meets eileen.
season 12: sam explains his hunter outreach project to his mom who is very proud of her son but doesn’t quite get it. sam’s even more enticed by the BMOL in this season and almost starts working with them until they say that they want the entire monster community eradicated because sam has done WORK to make the world safer for everyone including friendly non-humans. ends with sam deciding that they need more monster allies
season 13: sam’s parlay into getting more monster allies starts with witches, and who better to ask than rowena. cue witch politics! sam’s “cases” this season include learning illusory magic to disguise himself and enter meetings for opposing factions undetected, as well as negotiating territory disputes between established witch dynasties so that he can try and get both sides on Team Integration, in-between doing hunter outreach and peacemaking with eileen (who did not die). ends with rowena, who has been semi-shouldered out of her own movement by sam, trying to kill him and usurp him with her own faction, and “succeeding”
season 14: sam is not dead! he faked his own death and is about to go on an epic revenge quest this is stopped short when he realizes something about cycles of violence and decides to instead let rowena have her throne and her power because that’s what she needs, and instead make amends with her. his REAL arc is an emotional one where he’s trying to figure out his place within his family. he’s established himself outside of dean but yknow he still gets recognized as “dean winchester’s smart brother” instead of as sam. his and dean’s codependency is at an all-time high this season because dean has cas and baby jack and is desperate to keep the family as large and cohesive as possible and sam is like... not having it. he wants to do his own thing! so he does! he doesn’t walk out of the bunker though: dean does. dean’s the one that walks out the door and doesn’t come back this time. well, he and cas do, to their home in sioux falls.
season 15: tying up loose ends here, not much to do this season besides MOTW cases and resolving arcs; sam and mary have a conversation about how they both wish they’d known each other more, sam and bobby have a heart-to-heart about how sam’s a good kid, sam and dean learn to exist without each other and it’s good, sam ADORES his nephew jack, sam and eileen realize that theyve been through everything together and want to continue going through everything together so they commit to it, etc. etc.; the final shot of sam is him answering phones pretending to be an FBI supervisor while eileen teaches some psychic kids how to control their telekinesis and rowena and her posse of witches are in the background working on an Ominous Looking Project.
and SCENE.
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i saw you reblogged those small kiss prompts, if you were taking suggestions could I offer a swirling reunion kiss with deancas? 🥺
omg ilusm for sending me a prompt here u go for the swirling reunion kiss from this prompt list
(i gave u something so long omg u asked for something small and i have given u this essay i'm so sorry it's just i have all these headcanons and Ideas and i am embarrassed but here u go)
"Dean - it's working," Sam mutters over the crackling occurring over their extra bulk summoning sigils.
There's fucking lamb's blood wiped on doors, Jody and the girls are praying in earnest on the other side of the room in Hebrew and Latin, Rowena's spell work is branded with Hellfire into the floors lighting up in a rhythmic order to her soft chanting, Eileen is working at least five different singing bowls at different vibrations, there's crystals and herbs that correspond with Thursday all over the room, there's jars of raw honey, and everything Sam and Dean own that's the color blue surrounding the summoning circle.
This is Dean's hail Mary - it's every favor he's ever had to call in, it's every ally he's got in this world that's still alive, Jack's broken his promises to try his best to find Castiel and bring him back home, and maybe Dean has led some other fucking celestial force astray, maybe that's what he does - if there's no demon to make a deal with, then he'll get on his knees in front of God and drunkenly, pathetically slur out why He fucking owes Dean this.
It's the Winchester way, after all, that someone they love is unjustly taken from them, and so they snap the bones of the universe and don't let them fucking heal right until they get back what they love.
It's been a year, though, since they lost Cas. It's been a year of fruitless praying, begging, drinking to excess, to poisoning (he fucking wrecked Baby four months ago, and she's fixed up now, but it was a close fuckin' thing), and it's been a year of not even a hint. Not a wisp, not a peep.
He went back to the barn and he re-wrote every sigil and sign, he went back to Pontiac, Illinois and sat in what remained of his grave and he prayed and screamed and cried, he went to the broken, destroyed gas station and punched the walls, he went to where he spread Castiel's ashes and dug in the soil with his bare hands as if digging would get him somewhere he could reach Cas again.
None of it worked.
Bobby's place, Jody's place, every room in the bunker, Cas' favorite burger joints, the fucking farmer's market - he was chasing a fucking ghost.
And he did everything he was supposed to. He made blood sacrifices (his own blood) where he was told to, he hunted animals for the cause at a few points, he hand-picked flowers and herbs, he recited spell work and charms in Enochian, in Latin, in English, in fucking Spanish - he tried. He tried everything, and it all failed without even an utterance from the universe.
And now everyone alive he loves is going to be here to see this fail too.
He can't take it - he can't handle the hopeful lilt of Sam's voice, his hands are shaking, he needs a drink, and he needs to stop hoping at some point, and he should've stopped hoping before today.
He should've stopped way back, rather than let his hope juggernaut into this massive coven's worth of magick, all of them straining their souls to bend a universe that has unfeelingly misplaced Dean's most beloved of its inhabitants.
He turns his back, and he begins to walk out of the room - he can't be here for when it fails. He can't face it again.
Sam calls after him, the crackling is loud enough to blame it for not having heard Sam, though, and that's a weak lie, but it's all Dean's got to blame so that he can walk away.
Dean's down the hall and in the kitchen, pouring a wrecking ball of a drink for himself when the power in the bunker begins to flicker out; frankly, it's not uncommon to have power surges and black outs during intense magick, it doesn't really alarm him.
Kaia runs past the kitchen, and when she reappears, she's out of breath, smiling, and she says to Dean, "it's raining like crazy outside."
"Mm," Dean grunts back.
"You should come back - it might not be much longer -"
"Sure, I'll, uh - yeah. I'll be back in a second," he lies.
She looks full of light and hope as she nods and runs back down the hall from him; he puts the drink down before indulging, and rather, he finds himself retracing her steps.
He checks outside, and she's right - the weather has taken a sharp turn. Thunder is rumbling across the sky, lightning is searing through the air, bursting from the ground up into the sky and breaking through the clouds to strike the Earth. Trees are rocking ominously, the ground is getting flooded and the flashes of light are almost too intense to keep looking at.
Shaken, Dean shuts the door again, and slowly steps back inside.
He makes his way into the hall again, standing outside the kitchen at a crossroads - they could use his help, if this is real. The cost of believing he might get Cas back and then not having him might be a wound he can't recover from, though.
To hide in the kitchen with something 90 proof is safer.
But the lights are blinking and flashing all down the hallway, and the crackling from the war room is loud enough to fill the entire bunker now.
If anything could help Castiel make it back to Dean's world, it's this - all of this - but if all of this doesn't summon Castiel back to him, he knows nothing will. It's an all-or-nothing bet, and he's petrified.
He's still standing there in the hall with its flashing lights when the tension in the bunker shifts, like the sudden spike or drop of barometric pressure.
His ears begin ringing, all of the bunker shakes and everything not bolted to the Earth is tumbling down, spilling and breaking, and that ringing gets sharp enough that Dean covers his ears with both hands, but finds that doesn't help block out the sound.
The sound turns into bells, chimes, a crackling fire and something like a choir, like a gospel, like five million voices all at once in every language ever spoken, and something feathered invisibly brushes his arm.
"Dean."
Dean gasps loudly, tears springing to his wide eyes as blood begins dripping from his ears, down his neck.
It wasn't a voice - not really. It was a million voices, but not a voice like a human knows a voice, it's more a voice that is only a voice because it's the closest thing to sense that Dean's brain can make of it.
It's an acknowledgment, it's something without flesh or sight that recognizes him in some other, unknowable way.
"Dean!" Sam's yell comes, "Dean, get in here!"
The singing bowls, the chimes, the assorted books hitting the floors, glasses sliding off tables, the fires, lightning, thunder, gospels, choirs, chanting, praying - it all pushes his feet to move, his pace picks up as he finds himself running into the war room.
He's pretty sure his nose is bleeding now too, he just tastes and feels a lot of blood, and everyone in the war room is wearing protective gear or white-knuckling through the agony of the cacophony like he is.
Jack emerges first, both arms outstretched to pull someone along with him, and great, black wings come through first, hooking themselves around the open ring of a glowing portal.
The wings shake and shudder with the force required to keep from being dragged back in, and Jack is muttering something encouraging as a head of black hair pushes through the veil next.
Once his torso is most of the way through the portal, a second pair of wings latch onto the ring of the opening and push him further, until his legs have made it through.
The crystals all shiver and glow, Rowena's spell work flares with light like embers all at once, a rocking thunder outside is so loud that to even the inside of the bunker it sounds as if a bomb has gone off outdoors, light bulbs begin cracking, all the cars in the garage have their alarms going off, the fire alarms have started screeching, the appliances are burning out and exploding and Castiel's eyes are glowing ethereal blue.
The Empty is clinging to Castiel like black ink, he's drenched in it like a bird in oil, but his teeth are white as he clenches them, gritting through the last of the ceremony to break free, and Jack is there to steady him and protect him by closing the portal as black tendrils reach out for him once again.
When Castiel straightens up, six wings are outstretched, sparking up with lightning like lightning is moving through the feathers, his eyes are still luminous and burning, but he's reborn, unsteady on naked feet, but breathing and staring ahead, unafraid.
Dean finds he can't speak.
There's so much noise happening still, and Jack's only just closed the portal, and everyone appears to be waiting for some other shoe to drop; Castiel is looking at his own inky hands like he doesn't exactly recognize them as Jack stares up at his wings from behind him.
Dean steps forward, and Castiel's head flicks up instantly, white-blue eyes locking onto Dean's face.
Then the Angelic light cools until it's Castiel's human eyes staring back at him, blue with wisps of luminescence in them, but more importantly, full of remembrance.
"Oh," Castiel's familiar rasp comes, making Dean's heart skip a beat, "hello, Dean."
Very possibly hysterical, Dean breaks out into a wide grin, tears spill from his eyes and in four long strides he's got his arms around a lot of filthy, unsure Angel.
He squeezes way too tightly, forcing a very human "oof," sound out of Cas, which makes him laugh for the first time in over a year, and then he's spinning them where they stand because he can - Cas is here, he's back, he's right here in Dean's arms, and his stupid ethereal wings are beating and twitching like he's panicked that he's being spun like a Disney princess, and Cas' scandalized voice is over Dean's shoulder, saying his name in a shocked octave.
Dean gets a few spins in where Cas' feet are off the floor, and when this very apparently flusters Cas, he rejoices and lets him back down.
He's covered in sweat, and blood, and whatever the fuck afterbirth shit came out of The Empty, but he's pleased as a fucking peach as he pulls back to look at Cas; Cas' expression changes, and he says lowly, severely, "I apologize for the ruckus."
Laughing in bubbling bursts, Dean cups his inky face with both hands and pulls him into kiss his lips.
All the lights in the room explode.
Dean can feel glass in his hair, he can hear everyone else in the room taking cover, or cursing, but he doesn't mind one bit.
He moves his lips against Castiel's, licks into his mouth, and the sound of tens of other bulbs bursting in the hallway echo, and Dean can't kiss Castiel anymore because it's a liability, but also because he's smiling too widely.
"Cas," he murmurs sweetly, petting his cheek with a thumb, "Cas, we're gonna need an entire fire department on hand for a wedding."
"Wedding?"
"You'll want one, won't you?"
Dean's positive he just heard the toaster oven explode.
He pulls Castiel into his arms, grinning, and crying, and laughing, and he says lowly, "yeah. It'll be good, though. We'll have everyone in attendance show up in full body armor."
"I feel as if we can't possibly be having the same conversation."
Dean pulls away enough to look Cas in the eye, and there are sparks sizzling around them from broken lights overhead, the same as the night they first met, and Dean should've known.
Maybe some part of him always knew.
Whatever, he's always been slow on the uptake.
"You're hurt," Cas notices, his hands coming to muffle Dean's ears; Dean feels the blood dry and clear away, his hearing goes back to normal, and when Cas removes his hands, all the noise that's left are the sizzles and clicks of appliances dying horribly.
Gently, Cas brushes glass out of Dean's hair, his movements reverent and careful, his eyes flickering all over Dean, taking in his tired face, his warring emotions, his mussed hair, his five o'clock shadow, and what mess his clothes have become.
Dean can see the moment that Castiel thinks he's standing too closely, that he's touching Dean too much, and he goes to slip away to a respectful distance, but Dean holds onto his bare arms, and keeps him close.
"Cas, I'm gonna let you go right now, but only so you can hug your kids 'n shit, and if you ever really loved me, I need you to try and get this ink shit into Sam's hair. He's not gonna wanna hug you, cause you're naked, so I need you to make a real effort."
Squinting his eyes, Cas nods once and replies dutifully, "I love you unerringly, Dean. I will see to it that Sam's hair is ruined."
Losing his breath again, Dean kisses Cas one more time, the dying lights kicking up excitedly and sparking as Claire shouts at them to get a room; he lets go, watches Cas tuck his wings into whatever other fuckin dimension he normally keeps them in, then watches Rowena help Cas into a robe, and everyone gathers closer, all of them some other face of Dean's grief, smiling, laughing, crying, and hugging Cas, kissing his scruffy cheeks, making him smile -
It's so much more than what he'd dare to hope for.
#ask#thegeekyturtlegirl#destiel#deancas#my stuff#prompt fill#pls enjoy#i wrote this all in like under an hour#i hope it makes sense#sdjkfhsdkjhf
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Lifting the Sea
“Where’s Cas?”
Dean does a full comedic rotation before spotting the Angel— his husband— whatever, scowling at his phone near a landmark.
He shrugs, “Catching those little monster dudes probably. Apparently they’re all over the place here.”
Sam’s brow furls, he looks over at Eileen who shrugs.
“What?”
“You know that fuckin’ app that everybody was obsessed with like... 5 years ago? Pocket something something”
Sam frowns for a split second then it hits him.
“Pokémon go?”
“Yeah that shit.” Dean shrugs again, his green eyes still fixed on the man in question. “I knew it was a mistake getting a smartphone” but he doesn’t sound nearly as bothered as he claims. He glares upward. “It’s fucking hot”
Sam’s also dart up. “I mean. It’s the beach Dean.” He stares pointedly at his brother’s attire. “Would it kill you to buy some shorts maybe a tshirt?”
Dean pulls a face, but doesn’t argue, Cas is waving happily- just now noticing how far they’ve walked away from him. He points excitedly to his phone and says something.
“Can’t hear—” Dean sighs, “CAN’T HEAR YA CAS, you’re too far” he yells, smiling softly. “Asshole.”
Dean points at the nearby shop, waving to get Sam’s attention, a couple kids are clustered around Cas chattering to him animatedly.
“Sam. Can you keep an eye on him? I’ll be right back”
~~~
When Dean walks back out into the sunshine Cas has finally decided to join them. He’s signing to Eileen and going intensely through the alphabet. Probably more about that damn Pokémon game.
Sam whistles, “I’m blind” he laughs. “Your legs, they’re reflecting the sun”
Dean flips him off.
“No, but for real Dean, have your thighs ever been exposed to light? Are you sure it’s safe?”
“HA, HA, fuck you”
Cas turns at his voice, eyes glowing happily, and how in the hell did Dean Winchester get so lucky.
“I caught a Charizard in the wild Dean, none of the other players were able to capture him” He informs proudly, phone still out, finger flipping with precision, “You have very nice legs” he adds. “The sunlight will cause you to have more freckles, plus the added health benefits of vitamin D”
Dean winks, “Any nude beaches out here? I could benefit from your vitamin d”
Sam retches, seizing the umbrella from Dean and heading toward the beach. “You two are disgusting”
Dean waves cheerily before turning back to his boyfriend— husband.
“So What’s a charred—“
“Charizard.” Cas corrects, “dragon fire type”
“Uh-huh” Dean reaches for Cas’ hand, it takes him a second to get used to flicking with his thumb, but he manages, Dean lets Cas lead. “Did you bully those kids out of their dragon? Dragons suck dude.”
“It is very rare to catch in the wild, Edwin told me, he is one of the top players in this region, he is 12, and though he is Team Valor, and I am team Instinct, I decided to trust him.”
“Whatever you say babe.”
“I think you might enjoy this game Dean, it combines hunting and tracking with less bloodshed and all of the monsters seem kind.” Cas squints suddenly, yanking them out of the flow of traffic and down onto the beach. “I see combees.”
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“Handsome and artistic, you’ve gotta be a serial killer right?”
Dean raises his head, shielding his eyes in the sun. She’s tall, and curvy with sparkling eyes and a near perfect smile.
“I don’t know about artistic, but I never murder and tell”
She throws out a hand.
“I’m Clarice”
“Dean.”
She notices the lift of his expression and rolls her eyes good naturally, “Yeah like Silence of the Lambs”
“Put the lotion in the basket” he intones with a mock accent.
“Yeah that never gets old”
He laughs and she smiles and takes a seat on the beach chair beside him.
“What brings you out here into the sunshine?”
“Celebratin’.” His eyes turn back to his sketchbook, thumb smudging a carefully drawn mop of black hair.
“Oh, that’s fun, how old are you?” She doesn’t seem bothered by his in attention, sips her drink and watches him sketch.
“Ah um” He shifts and does the mental math. “Forty-three I think...”
“Looking good” she says appreciatively. He’s too focused on the lines, eyes occasionally darting to the ocean, quite obviously only half listening. She’s not put off yet- no ring on his finger, only a necklace with two silver circles and that could mean anything.
“So uh, a couple of my friends are headed down into the—“
“DEAN!”
His attention is immediately diverted, a man waist-deep in the frigid surf is pointing excitedly at something, he’s still wearing his snorkel mask. He pulls something free of the water- revealing a long, lean wriggling shape.
“Is that a fucking shark?” Dean mutters in disbelief, then much louder “CAS is that a fucking shark?”
A giant man with longer hair stops splashing the woman with him, turns and starts cackling. The shark handler pulls his mask off, beaming. “Jack would love this!”
Clarice shades her eyes and takes a good look at the man with the shark and then at the drawing Dean’s been working on.
“Who’s that?” She asks, his distraction giving her a better chance seeing what’s in his sketchbook.
A lovingly rendered drawing of what looks like the man with the shark. But in the sketch it’s in a much different position, hair ruffled in detail over his brow. Blankets pooled around his barely covered hipbones. His eyes burn with inner heat despite the fact that they’re merely pencil on paper. His subject had clearly been in love with whomever he’d been looking at.
“That is my boyfriend, he’s gonna get his nipple bit off if he’s not careful.” Dean’s smiling cause Sam is trying to talk Cas into releasing the shark and is clearly failing. “Oh hell, I guess husband now.”
She stands, “I am so sorry, I didn’t realize. I gotta—“
“Nice to meet you Clarice” he says, honestly surprised by her quick exit. “Yo STEVE IRWIN. put the shark down and come up here— time to reapply sunblock”
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“Who was that woman?” Cas asks, shaking like a dog and stirring a loud swearing session out of Dean as he shields his sketchbook from the saltwater.
“What woman?”
“The one speaking to you earlier? When I caught the shark?”
Dean looks completely vacant before remembering. “Oh shit, yeah! Clarice or something. Nice lady.”
Cas nods, waiting patiently while Dean starts applying sunscreen to his back.
“Did she need something?”
Dean shrugs, “just being friendly I guess, lean close. I gotta get your nose”
Cas hums and obliges, he grins suddenly and rips open a Velcro pocket in his trunks revealing his prize to Dean.
“Is that a goddamn crab Castiel?”
The angel nods happily. “We should find out if Claire can FaceTime. She would love to see.”
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Claire and Kaia lean close, Dean’s got the camera aimed so that it’s mostly sky and their foreheads. Cas is smushed against his cheek waving.
“Jesus.” Claire hisses. “Hold the damn camera still. Dean— look, YOU’RE the square in the corner.”
Kaia hasn’t stopped giggling since they connected.
“How is Kansas?” Cas asks. “Are you well?”
Claire rolls her eyes. “You’ve been gone two days. It’s the same Cas— house burned down and a ghoul attack—“
The camera reels, two deep gruff voices start speaking rapidly.
“She’s joking!” Kaia intervenes. “Castiel, Dean. She’s joking. We’re fine and safe, worst thing that happened is we ran out of coffee.”
He nods seriously— the left side of Dean’s face is unamused.
“Tell them not to put damn Walmart coffee in my coffee machine—“
Cas lifts a blurry item into view. “I caught a crab today,”
She freezes only for a moment, crabs had been her thing in 1st grade. Her dad had shared some of his favorite memories with Cas; she was realizing that he did it because he trusted the angel. The crab thing was a new one— he seems proud though, pleased that he remembered.
“He also caught a fucking shark with his bare hands.” Dean adds, taking the phone back, view now up his nostrils. They’re both sunburned and nearly glowing with happiness. “Almost lost a nipple”
“I did not.” It’s Cas’ turn to roll his eyes. “I will send you photographs via messaging after the call.”
“When are you guys headed back?” Claire asks, cause she’s pleased about the pictures and doesn’t know how to admit it.
Dean turns the camera again. This time slightly more centered.
“Sam and Eileen are heading home tomorrow, but Cas says he has more surprises for me and “undomesticated equine could not drag the secrets from him’”
Dean and Claire snort simultaneously.
“I was being funny.” Cas interjects, Dean laughs at something off camera and grabs his face, kissing Cas’ cheek. “I know the saying.”
“Gotta go.” Dean says, with a wink. “Gotta get our vitamin D for the day, right Sunshine?”
The camera tips; Cas is frowning in confusion and they can barely see the top of Dean’s now suggestively wagging eyebrows.
“Oh. Uh. Yes.” Cas looks guiltily at the phone and shakes his head at Dean. “Vitamins.”
Kaia starts wheezing with laughter. It dawns on Claire moments later.
“That’s fucking gross.”
Cas shrugs apologetically, Dean’s laughter fills the background.
“We appear to be having connection issues.” Cas mutters, They watch Cas fumble with the phone as he frantically tries to hang up before Dean does anything scandalous.
“See you in a week!” Dean shouts. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Bye...” the screen goes dark and Claire is left with her and Kaia’s amused reflections. “Dads.”
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Dream Weaver
Title (AO3)
Summary: Dean is attacked by a Djinn in Purgatory 2.0, and the fantasy world the Djinn shows his, opens his eyes to just what his life could look like. If only everything wasn't constantly falling apart.
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 3,399
Tags/Warnings: Djinn Dream, suicide (in a dream), first kiss, miscommunication, idiots to lovers
Written for the @supernaturalpromptchallenge for the prompts, Djinn, Impala
Castiel stands in front of Dean, hands up in a non-threatening gesture, eyes wide with fear.
“Dean,” he starts slowly, taking a careful step forward. “Put down the gun.”
Dean cocks the trigger, pressing the barrel more firmly against his temple.
“Stay back, you son of a bitch.” Dean growls.
Castiel stops his subtle movements. Lowers his hands to his sides.
“Dean.” And now he was bringing out the waterworks. “Please, don’t do this.”
The way his voice shook, the absolute agony in his eyes. The display makes Dean sick to his stomach. Dean should’ve done this ages ago, but it was shit like this that had held him back, made him question himself. Made him question everything.
But this had been going on for too long now. It was time to end it.
A sudden loud banging on the door to his room has Dean flinch, but he still keeps his guard up.
“Dean? Dean!” It’s Sammy. He continues to pound on the locked door, calling his brother's name. “Dean, what’s going on in there?! DEAN!”
“Please, Dean. You’re brother’s here now. You don’t want to do this in front of him.”
Dean keeps his glare aimed on Cas, but then he smiles, causing a wary look to come over Cas’ face.
“How could he have known?” Dean asks, equal parts bitter and smug.
“What?”
“Why is Sammy here, Cas?” Dean asks over the sound of the continued banging and pleading of his brother.
“He’s worried about you, Dean. We both are. Please, just put down the--”
“But how could he have known? You haven’t had the chance to text him. I sure as hell didn’t. No one’s been yelling or making a ruckus.” Dean tilts his head to the side, “So how could he have known?”
Castiel hesitates, unable to think up a lie.
“Yeah that’s what I thought.” Dean takes a deep breath, muscles tensing to pull the trigger.
“NO!” Cas shouts, lunging at Dean. Lunging at him with an Angel Blade in hand.
Dean feels the sharp blade pierce into his skin before there’s a loud bang and everything goes dark.
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There’s a moment of floating in darkness. Dean feels as if he’s waking up from a dream, put stuck in sleep paralysis, unable to open his eyes. He has time to think, to worry. Had he managed to pull the trigger? Or had Cas taken him out first, and that loud noise he heard was nothing more than Sam breaking through the door.
Well, Dean figured one of two things was going to happen.
One: He’d be trapped in The Empty forever, forced into a dreamless sleep, alone in the dark.
Or two….
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Dean wakes with a sharp gasp. He’s laying on his side in some field, everything around him tinted with a washed out grey. Even the Leviathan corpse a few feet in front of him.
He sits up slowly, taking in the rest of his surroundings; he’s still in the leviathan version of an elephant graveyard, but all the blossoms have been burnt to a crisp.
And he’s completely alone.
“No…”
Dean gets painfully to his feet, looking around, but there's no sign of the Angel anywhere.
“Cas!” he shouts. There’s no answer. “Cas?!”
The bastards must have taken him. But why leave Dean behind?
A sudden rustling sound catches Dean’s attention, and he turns towards it, shotgun raised and at the ready. A few yards off Dean sees a figure moving on the ground, obviously struggling, in pain.
Dean’s face contorts in rage as he approaches the weakened thing.
“You’re one twisted son of a bitch, you know that?” Dean growls at the injured Djinn, raising his shotgun. It’s no dagger dipped in lambs blood, but he knows from experience that enough shots to the head will wipe him out just as easy.
“Please.” The Djinn begs, “I am already weak. And in purgatory. I’m no danger to humans here. You protect them, yes? Please. Let me go.”
“After that stunt you pulled? Not likely.”
“I gave you your greatest wish. You could have lived a full lifetime in the dream. A perfect life. One without loss. Without monsters and sacrifice.”
Dean clenches his teeth together. He feels dirty at having had this thing running around in his mind, learning all his greatest desires, using them against him.
“No thanks. I’d rather have the real thing.” Dean raises his shotgun to shoot the bastard, but stops at the Djinn’s sudden laughter.
“Do you really think you can have that life I have shown to you?” the laughter causes the Djinn to cough up some blood, but he seems unphased by it, instead giving Dean a hateful, crimson smile. “The only way someone like you finds any happiness in this life, is in dreams.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” he says, lowering his shotgun with a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. The Djinn looks hopeful for a moment. Until Dean drops the smile. “But I haven’t given up on reality. Not yet.” Dean pulls out his pistol instead. The Djinn only has a moment to look afraid before Dean fills his skull with bullets.
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“You don’t have to do that, Cas.” Dean protests for the tenth time.
“It’s the least I can do--literally, seeing as I can’t heal you at the moment.”
“Cas--”
“And you should have had this antidote hours ago.” Cas finishes up the touches and hands the cup of putrid smelling liquid to Dean. “You should’ve told me about the Djinn attack earlier.”
“Yeah, well we had bigger things to worry about.” Dean downs the liquid quickly, making a face and gagging afterwards. “I swear this stuff tastes worse each time you take it.”
“Maybe you should stop being attacked by Djinn if you hate the taste so much.” Castiel says, grabbing the cup from where Dean had sat it on the table. He’s halfway to the sink before he stops, sighing and setting the cup down on the metal island instead, and turning back to face Dean.
“I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m the one who left you there, unprotected. My one concern was getting the leviathan away from you, I didn’t consider--”
“It’s fine, Cas.” Dean waves a dismissive hand, before perking up a little. “Hey, grab some of that whiskey, will ya?”
Castiel picks up the bottle from where it sits on the counter, and stares at it dubiously. “Are you sure that’s wise? Mixing Djinn antidote with Jack Daniels?”
“It’s fine.” Dean assures. “Plus, it’s the only thing that can wash this taste out.”
Castiel obliges with a disbelieving brow. He brings the whiskey plus two small glasses to the table and sits down across from Dean.
Dean grabs the whiskey with the same enthusiasm as a kid snatching a bag of candy.
“You know.” he starts as he unscrews the lid and pours them each a healthy dose of amber liquid. “The dream wasn’t all bad. Actually it was pretty awesome.”
“Babes, beers and burgers?” Castiel asks sarcastically.
“Harty har har.” Dean rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his drink, Castiel mirroring him. “No, it was, uh, actually kinda like how things are now.”
“Really?” Castiel quirks a brow.
“Yeah, except everything seemed to have worked out for us, ya know? No chuck. Sam and Eileen weren’t,” Dean nods his head towards the direction of the war-room, in which he was pretty sure poor Sammy was getting dumped. Dean felt bad for the kid, but didn’t blame Eileen in the slightest either. He understood how she felt. Hell, he’d been struggling with the same maddening question of ‘am I just doing something because I was scripted to’ right along with her. “And Jack was…” Dean looks up to judge Cas’ reaction at the mention of Jack.
“He was alive in your dream?” Castiel asks. He doesn’t seem upset. Simply curious. Maybe a bit jealous.
“Yeah. He was.” Dean sniffs and takes another, larger drink.”Had him enrolled in school for some reason.” Dean huffs a laugh.
“He would’ve enjoyed that.” Castiel smiles.
Dean looks up at Cas, wondering if he should continue. Tell Cas what else he’d seen in that fantasy world.
“Cas, actually, there’s, uh, something else that happened in the dream, and, uh,” Dean chuckles nervously. “Well, you were in it, obviously. And you even lived here at the Bunker. I mean Jack was here, so you being here made sense. But also--” Dean loses his breath, looks up at Cas, hopefully for some reassurance or something. Dean’s pretty sure they’d been flirting around this thing for a while now. He was pretty sure he wasn’t stepping over any lines here.
“Dean,” Castiel says slowly, looking like the word was painful for him to say. He looks up at Hunter with pleading eyes. “Perhaps--” he stops himself, clenching his jaw and looking down at the table, lips working as if they didn’t want to say what he was gonna say, and yet Cas was determined to force them into forming words anyway, “Maybe now isn’t the best time.” he forces out.
Wow.
Okay.
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean scoffs. “Sharing dreams is a bit too slumber party for me anyways.” he huffs a fake laugh, staring into his whiskey, wishing he could drown in it.
So apparently he’d read that situation wrong.
‘Maybe that Djinn was right’ he had time to think before Sam walks in, stricken face telling Dean that his brother needed him to stop his own moping and be a shoulder to lament on right now. Dean could do that. And gladly did. Anything to get him to stop thinking about how badly he just fucked up.
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Dean grabs his keys from his room and heads towards Bunker doors. He’s the only sober one, surprisingly, and their ‘We Beat Chuck’ party was beginning to get low on booze. The last thing anyone wanted was for a bunch of hunters, werewolves, and a Queen of Hell to start rioting over the lack of alcohol.
“Dean!” Sam calls out to him when Dean passes through the library.
Sam is stupid drunk at this point, he stands from his chair and almost falls back down into it. An amused Eileen helps him to his feet, and then over to where Dean is holding back laughter.
“Where’re you goin’?” he asks eloquently.
“Beer run. Be back in a few.”
Sam stumbles over to stand in front of Dean, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder to balance himself.
“Where’s Cas?”
Dean’s brows dips down in confusion, and suspicion.
“Don’t know. Dude went AWOL before Garth even showed up. Who knows with that guy.”
“Maybe you should call him.” Sam suggests, poking Dean in the chest with his free hand. “An’ then you could go on th’ beer run together?” he smiles happily at Dean once he’d finished slurring his words at him.
“Real subtle, Sam..” Eileen quips.
“What?” Sam looks back at Eileen, distraught. And then poorly stage whispers, “Really?”
“Alright sasquatch. Go sit down before you fall down and kill somebody.” Dean helps a pouting Sam back over to the table before turning to Eileen. “You got him?”
“I’ve got him.” she assures, and then smiles. “But maybe Sam is right. You should call Castiel.”
Dean could feel himself start to blush, so quickly gave a line about ‘that being his que to leave’ and booked it for the safe confines of Baby.
Once he was out of the Bunker, walking across the gravel to where he’d parked the Impala, a voice calls out to him. Dean turns to see Castiel standing near his pimpmobile, as if he’d just arrived.
“Dean.”
Dean halts his stride and waits for Castiel to catch up to him.
“Where are you going?” Castiel looks back to the Bunker and at the plethora of cars still parked around it. It was obvious a party still rolled on inside.
“Beer run.” Dean says hoarsely, then clears his throat “I’m going on a beer run.”
“May I join you?”
This was one of those moments that made Dean still wonder if Chuck was still writing the script. Or maybe Becky this time. Hell, maybe even Sam and Elieen.
“Su-Sure.” Dean falters before power walking to the Impala and getting in.
Castiel gets into the car as well, and after a moment turns to look at Dean.
“Umm, Dean?” he questions. “Are we going, or…?”
“What?” Dean looks up from where he’d zoned out on the steering wheel to Cas’ amused face. “Oh! Right.” Dean blushes and fumbles with his keys as he starts the car.
~You’re my Angel! Come and save me tonight!~
Aerosmith blares across the speakers before Dean can dart out a hand to switch off the radio.
Castiel chuckles, “Not a big Aerosmith fan?”
“It was… loud.” Dean stammers.
“Okay.” he says decisively, deciding now would be a good time to actually, you know, drive and all.
Dean reaches up to put Baby in drive, but Castiel stops him with a hand over Dean’s. Dean looks down at Cas’ hand, then up to his face in alarm. This was… probably normal. The touch had Dean feeling all kinds of ways, but it was definitely just a platonic hand touch. This was fine. Dean wasn’t a freakin’ Vulcan or anything.. ‘What am I even on about?!’ Dean’s inner voice screams at him hysterically.
“Actually, maybe it’s best I say this before we’re on the road.” Castiel explains himself. But still doesn’t remove his hand.
“Say what?”
“I think we should… talk.”
“O-kay.” Dean swallows nervously. A talk? That was normal too. Right? They had talks. Lots of talks. So why did Dean feel like all the air had just been sucked out of the Impala.
“I wanted to ask about when the Djinn attacked you in purgatory.”
Dean feels his stomach drop, his hands dropping from the steering wheel as well, causing Cas’ hand to fall away.
“Why?” he asks apprehensively.
“You never got to finish telling me about your dream.”
“Drop it, Cas. It doesn’t matter.” Dean sniffs and tries to put on a bored face. “Listen, are we going or not. Got a lot of thirsty people back there--”
“I think it does matter.” Castiel says seriously. “And I think…” he looks down at his hands, then to the glove box, the to just over Dean’s shoulder, everywhere but at Dean.. “I think I know what you were going to say, before I stopped you. I’m sorry I stopped you. But If I’m right, then it was necessary.”
“Necessary?” Dean scrunches his face up in anger and confusion. “What the hell are you talking about ‘necessary.”
“It means I made a deal, which made it necessary you didn’t say what I think you were going to say.”
“Cas, what the hell!” Dean yells, tossing his hands up. “A deal?! How many times have we been over this!” Dean glowers at Castiel for a moment, who looks rightfully chastised, before asking, “What kind of deal.”
“I--” Cas starts, then gets a defiant look in his eye. “I asked you first.”
“Seriously?”
Cas’ raises a brow to say that yes he is serious, he’s always serious.
Dean gives in with an angry “Fine.” and a huff.
“So. It was like I told you. Chuck gone. Eileen and Sam were together. Jack was back.” Dean swallows. Looks to Cas. Looks away. “And that was basically it. Just a, ya know, nice, homey, hunter existence. Not too over the top. Djinn did a good job. Probably why it trapped me for so long.”
“There’s something that you’re leaving out.”
Dean looks over at Castiel with frightened eyes, “What?”
“When I stopped you, you were talking about… us.” Castiel prompts carefully.
Dean could feel his heart pounding in his ears, and his whole body heat up suddenly like he’d just been tossed into an oven. Cas was looking at him with what seemed like… hope? What the hell! Hadn’t the guy shot him down just a few weeks ago? And now he was...What? Dean had no idea.
A voice in his head said ‘Fuck it’, and as usual, when that voice said those magic words, Dean tended to just roll with the changes and ‘do the thing’. He takes a deep breath, then turns to give Cas a steady look.
“In the dream we were together. Like, together together. Hallmark movie, lasso the moon, together.”
Cas opens his mouth to respond but Dean decides he can’t actually hear what Cas might have to say right now, so keeps talking, stopping Cas before he starts.
“Okay, now you gotta explain why you blew me off, ‘cause you’d think a dude stops another dude from confessing that sort of thing ‘cause he--but you--”Dean stops and stares helplessly at Cas for a moment, who’s still smiling. “What I’m trying to say is I’m getting some crazy mixed signals here, man.”
“I’m sorry about the ‘mixed signals’. They aren’t really mixed. I mean, I’m not mixing them on purpose.” Castiel draws a hand over his face, obviously struggling as much as Dean had been. Good. “I do like you, Dean.” Castiel says, almost shyly but still with conviction. “In fact what I feel for you has long since passed ‘like’.” Castiel swallows and looks up at Dean.
“Yeah?” Dean asks, sounding hoarse.
Cas huffs a laugh, “Yeah.”
“I, uh, more than like you too. Or whatever.” Dean rubs at the back of his neck. “But why did you keep shooting me down? One minute I’m thinking we’re about to-- and the next you’re telling me you have to go. I mean, ever since the dream, it’s like you’ve been runnin’ hot and cold on me.”
“I had made a deal with The Empty--”
“Cas!”
“It was to save Jack’s life, and I’ve already taken care of it. In fact, that’s why I was late to the party.”
“You’ve already taken care of it?” Dean asks in disbelief. “What kind of deal was it?”
“A soul for a soul. Jack get’s to stay out of The Empty, and then the moment I was ‘Truly at happy and at peace’ the Empty would come to collect me.”
Dean stares at Cas for a moment, dumbstruck, before shouting, “Dude, what the hell?!”
“It’s been taken care of. Rowena and Billy came up with a sort of… sleeping pill for the Empty. Runic stones that allow him to sleep even though I’m not there. It was part of the deal in releasing all the other Angels as well. I was helping Billy to deliver the stones before I came here.”
“So everything’s good now?” Dean asks gruffly.
“Yes.” Castiel sighs. “Everything has been settled. Like I said.”
“I really wanna be mad at you for making deals and keeping secrets. But you did fix everything. And I also really wanna kiss you right now.”
“We could kiss now, and then you could yell at me about being an idiot later?”
“Deal.” Dean leans in and kisses Castiel.
They kiss for a moment before Dean begins to smile, so much so that it’s interrupting their kiss.
“What is it?” Castiel asks, amused and now with a smile to echo Dean’s, though he doesn’t know what they are smiling about.
“It’s just,” Dean laughs in disbelief. “All of this,” he shakes his head, laughing again. “It’s literally a dream come true.”
“You know what they say about letting your dreams stay dreams.”
“Okay, you are banned from the internet. Forever.”
Castiel laughs, and Dean can’t help himself from leaning back into Cas’ space, pressing his lips against the grinning corner of Cas’ mouth, and down his jaw.
“Dean.” Castiel admonishes as the Hunter starts loosening Castiel’s tie and working the buttons open on his shirt. “Anyone could walk by and see us.”
“Let ‘em.” Dean growls, mouthing at the skin he’s exposed. “I’ve waited too damn long for this. If they see something it’s their own friggin’ fault for lookin’.”
Castiel laughs, leaning his head back against the window with a dull thunk.
A few people do walk by on the way to their cars--including Garth--but the windows were too fogged up for any of them to see anything before they followed this sage advice: If the Impala’s rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.
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A View To A Winchester (Part 12)
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Summary: Julie’s starting a new life after divorce in a home with a very nice view.
A Dean X OFC story. I got this idea staring out the view of my home office window and thinking how nice it would be to have Dean Winchester to ogle.
Section Word Count: 4,300
Section Content: angst, R-rated language, show level violence
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“Welcome to Makenzie’s.” The same chipmunk-cheeked twenty-something from last night smiled at Dean when he approached the hostess stand. Her smile extended a bit wider in recognition. “Winchester, right?”
He flashed his best smile back. “Devin, right?”
She nodded with exuberance. “What can I do for you?”
“Some information would be great, Devin.”
“Sure, just a sec.” Devin handed the waitress standing next to her a few menus and chatted. The obvious flaws in Dean’s original plan smacked him in the face. I’m just going to get escorted out if I try the FBI approach at a place I’ve already been to. Badge says Barrow. Dean canvassed the dining area with his eyes. There was no sign of the woman he was trying to track. The smell of charred flesh made his stomach grumble. He realized he hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, a couple cold pieces of pizza at Cas’s.
“Actually, if it’s alright, I’m just going to head to the bar?”
“Absolutely. Tables are all booked up for a good two hours, at least.”
He nodded and beelined to the bar.
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Dean left the bar fifteen minutes later when he got what he needed from the chatty male bartender. Picking up on the gay vibes immediately, Dean turned up the flirting and got Chad to overpour two bourbon shots along with the information. A healthy tip accompanied the cash for a half-eaten plate of onion rings and the liquor. Dean had the first number on speed dial ringing with a flippant push on the exit door.
“Dean?”
“Hey, Sammy. I need your nerdiness.”
Sam huffed. “My computer skills, you mean?”
“Sure. If that makes you feel better.”
“What’s up?”
Dean eased into the driver’s seat and loosened his tie. “I’m not sure, yet. It’s one of my neighbors. She’s gone missing today.”
“Missing?”
“Yeah. I’ve got the name of one of the last people who saw her. Think you can get me an address?”
“I’ll try. Who am I looking up?”
“Ina Rever.”
“I-N-A? Rever, like lever?” Sam confirmed.
“Yep. See if anything comes up in Delaware.”
“Alright, gonna take a little time.”
“I’ll wait.”
Sam sighed.
“Unless I’m interrupting something?”
“No. Well, I was studying. I could actually use the break. Eileen’s out, getting groceries.”
“I thought you two just foraged around in fields for your food.”
“Funny. I can’t get Eileen to eat healthy for shit. Maybe now with a baby on the way...”
“I still can’t believe you’re going to be a dad,” Dean interrupted. “Poor kid.”
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
“So, who went missing?”
“Neighbor. Name’s Julie Felton.”
“Wait. Julie? The Julie?”
Dean sifted through his spotty memory rolodex. He was pretty sure he hadn’t mentioned Julie to Sam in any recent conversation. They’d only spoken a handful of times over the past couple months. “What do you mean ‘The Julie’?”
“Cas called this morning and told me all about her… and your date last night.”
Of course he did. “Nothing much to tell, Sammy. It’s just important that I find her.”
“Right, right, of course.” Sam shifted to consoling mode. “You can tell me all about her after you find her. Okay, I’ve got an address for Ina.”
“Great. Text it to me.”
“Yeah, Dean, already done.”
Dean’s phone buzzed at the text from his brother.
“Do you need me to see if I can track Julie’s phone?”
“If you can. But, I checked her mom’s phone - they have one of those family apps that share location - and, it looks like it last shows her at the house this morning. Called up my connection at the police station to see what he could find. Her car turned up in a parking lot at a shopping center, not far from the house. Cop’s goin’ store to store.”
“You called Marty? How’s he doing?”
“I didn’t get a chance to ask.” Dean had mentioned the detective to Sam a few times, being one of the handful of people he could call a friend. “Just sent her number to you.”
“Maybe I can get something else from the cell towers. Finding a car out in the open is pretty good news, Dean. It might all be nothing and she’s safe and sound. You know, a big misunderstanding. Wait, though.” He hummed. “Weird.”
“What?” Dean plugged the address into his phone’s GPS and started the engine as the route calculated.
He switched Sam to speaker. His voice wielded priority over the robotic female starting to spout directions. “Well, I’m not finding anything else on this Ina Rever. No history. Nothing before her poofing into thin air in Delaware.” Dean could hear computer keys tapping. He shifted into drive and rolled out of the parking spot. “Let me just…”
“I’ve got ten minutes before I get to this place, Sammy. Whatever you can find, find it quick.”
“I ran the photo from the driver’s license through a bunch of databases. Got facial matches, all under different names, all over the country… over the past five decades it looks like.”
“Five decades? Woman’s maybe in her thirties.”
“Her Delaware license says she’s 33. Dean…”
“Shit.” No. Julie.
“Something supernatural.” Sam finished.
“What the hell? I got nothing to go on here! No idea what I’m walking into! Vamp nest? Werewolf pack?” Dean yelled at the phone.
“Calm down, Dean. Let me dig into some of the places where this woman’s been. Do you know anything about her?”
“Julie can’t spare a minute for a trip down memory lane.”
“She can if it helps find her. And, you’ve got eight minutes before you get there.”
Dean split his focus between the GPS directions and anything he could remember that Ina mentioned over the dinner table last night. “She’s a waitress at a restaurant. Sounded like she just moved to Delaware a couple months ago.”
“Okay. Whatever it is, if it’s got a routine or needs to…” Sam cleared his throat. Dean knew Sam stopped himself from saying “feed”. “Some weird stuff might have happened a couple months after she moved into these other places. “Missing persons, maybe?”
Dean clenched his jaw, not wanting to speak the next request. “Look for missing persons that turned up dead.” Keyboard clicks went on for a while. “Five minutes, Sammy,” Dean reminded.
“Not helping, dude.” More agonizing seconds ticked by. “Got something. One of the missing persons was found a week after they disappeared.”
“Alive or dead?” Dean took the ramp off the highway, staring out at the business and industrial section of New Castle to his right.
Sam sighed. “Dead.”
Dean kept his focus on the job at hand and took a deep breath. “Where’d they find the body?”
“Looks like it was in an abandoned warehouse.”
“Fuck me!” Dean barked.
“What?”
“This thing’s place of residence is like a minute away from warehouse central! Miles of it.”
“Stick to the plan, Dean. Check out the house first.”
Dean nodded with intent even though Sam couldn’t see him.
“Oh.” Sam mumbled.
“What?”
“The cause of death was exsanguination.”
“Vampire?”
“Maybe. But, I got into the police records. Does this sound familiar? Body was found hanging by its wrists, trussed up. The reporting officer said it looked like a blood bank in there. Needles, tubes, collection vials. Like the person was being drained. Slow.”
Hope sprung back into Dean’s mind. “A Jinn? With an MO like the one that was feeding off me for days? That means there’s time to find her.”
“Maybe. But, it could still be a vamp or some other bloodsucking variation.”
“But if it’s a Jinn, she’s got a shot.” Run down houses lined the blocks of the neighborhood he rolled through. Parked cars squeezed into every inch of available space along the narrow streets. Soft, setting rays angled onto the cheap, dirty vinyl siding on the house that matched the address. “I’m losing sun, Sam. What kind of car does this thing drive?” He parallel parked Baby into a tight spot and shut off the engine, glancing around the street.
“Green, Honda Civic.”
“Great. Nondescript and basic. Like every other car. But… I don’t see one here.”
A barking dog barreled towards Dean’s car in the unkempt yard of the house. It stopped feet short of the chain link fence, whining, as the long leash went taut.
“Son of a bitch. Cocoa’s home.” Dean mumbled.
“What?” Sam asked, confused.
“Nothing.” The car door squeaked. He hurried to the back. A swerve of his head noted no one out on the nearby street or sidewalk. No one hung out in the vehicle behind him, either. He popped the Impala’s hood and readied to hang up. “Let me get in there.”
“Dean?”
“What?” The phone pressed to his ear, pinched between his shoulder and cheek. He lifted the false bottom of the trunk up for peek, reached for his Colt where it always was, and checked the cartridge had silver bullets. They’d been the standard go to for years now. His backup monster insurance. Fresh out of lamb’s blood to dip a silver knife in. Plan B - Bash the thing’s head to chili if it is a Jinn.
“Keep me on the line. You know, in case something happens. I might be able to help.”
The hood clicked close. Dean sighed. “Alright. The phone in the pocket, camera thing?”
“Yeah, that works.”
Sam requested a FaceTime connection. Dean squinted at the screen, walking and talking on the path toward the front porch. “Dude, you look like you’re auditioning for the lead in a Jesus musical... ‘Go Tell It On The Mountain” or some other hippie shit. Your hair. And again with that fucking beard.” Cocoa kept up on the other side of the fence, no longer barking. It didn’t look out of the ordinary. Tail wagging, begging for attention.
Dean could barely make out Sam’s bitchface under all the hair. “Shut up. Remember…”
“Switch the camera angle. Put yourself on mute, would ya?” The phone slid into the jacket’s chest pocket.
“I will.” Sam’s voice was muffled. “That’s perfect. Be careful. Going radio silent.”
Geek.
Dean knocked, surveyed anything he could of the small cottage house through the window panes. “Hello?” He called out and knocked again. The knob rattled under his grip, locked. Flimsy ass door. He looked around to ensure no one was passing by or in his sightline. Dean stepped back and kicked the door dead center. The weight and force behind the sole of his dress shoes propelled it open on its hinges. It swung back almost to the original closed position.
Sam’s probably busting a blood vessel right about now. He tapped the door with his foot to get a lay of the land. “Hello?” Strolling in, he called out. “Door was open.” His hand reached around to his back under the jacket, ready to pull out his gun if needed. “Ina Rever?”
The inside of the house was neat, tidy, and what he thought would be called shabby chic or some shit. It smelled of incense.
“Fuck this.” He mumbled and pulled out his gun. Around every corner, he rounded with an unflinching focus on the front sight and the view just beyond. His feet were quick, two stepping all throughout. His breathing steadied to control his grip and aim. Every closet and room searched, including the basement. The backyard was empty. Nothing.
Dean slipped the gun back under his jacket before stepping onto the porch, shutting the door with the mangled lock best he could. “Still there, Sammy?” He could hear the irritation in his own voice.
It took a couple seconds for his brother to respond. “Yeah.”
“Anything on Julie’s cell?” He rushed to the car, phone in hand and glanced at his brother’s face.
“Nothing.”
He shook his head and stared out at the countless warehouses on the horizon. “If the car’s not here…”
“She probably drove to where she’s got Julie. I was searching near your location while you broke into the house.”
The undertone of disapproval from his little brother was obvious. He placed Sam on Baby’s hood and removed his jacket and tie, tossing them in the back seat. “And?”
“Three abandoned warehouses.”
“Let’s go.”
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“So, this girl?” Sam glanced at Dean from the phone’s screen, mounted on the dash. He was giving Dean directions, using his location tracker to monitor his movement. A clear blue sky framed Sam, sitting out in his backyard. It was still sunny and 6:00 pm in California. The sun, however, had set on the east coast. The road in front of Dean was dark, lit up golden by Baby’s headlights.
Dean knew what Sam was up to. His way to distract his older brother from spiraling. Act first, think later was never Sam’s approach. And, almost always his.
“She’s not a girl, Sammy. Every ounce of her is all woman.”
“Yeah.” Sam cleared his throat. “I checked out her social media accounts. Very nice, Dean. Another two miles. Make a right at the next crossroads. It’ll be a half a mile on your right.”
Dean closed his eyes as he drove the straight patch of road to the second warehouse on the list. No way my luck would have had her at our first stop. Images from last night flashed in his mind. Julie staring down into his eyes with those big brown ones while he worshipped her. Gorgeous, thick, wavy brown locks of her hair tickling the tips of his fingers kneading her ample chest. Her plump lips parting in arousal and want. The curve of her breast dipping over and above his mouth as he suckled. He could almost taste the slight sweat and salt. The way her hard yet pliable nipple rolled against and pushed into his tongue. She struggled to moan his name. It was the sexiest thing he’d heard in forever.
A truck coming at him on the two lane road blared his horn. Dean jolted and steered back into his lane. Dammit.
“You okay?” Sam’s forehead wrinkled like the skin folds of a Shar Pei puppy.
“Yeah.”
“Cas said you were pretty wound up last night, about Julie. Really upset that you had to cut the date short.”
“Are you really talking to me about this? Now?”
“I can never keep you on the phone for more than five minutes, Dean. Captive audience right now.”
“And you think I stick my foot in my mouth?”
“Sorry. It’s just… you like her. A lot. Yeah, saving people, it’s ingrained in us, part of our DNA. But you wouldn’t knock a door down the way you did for just anybody.”
Dean drove way over the speed limit.
“When we find her, safe, you’re going to tell me all about her.”
Dean refused to reply, to reveal the thoughts tripping over each other, as he continued down the road. He didn’t speak again until Baby’s headlights washed over the back bumper of a Green Honda Civic parked around the corner of a two story warehouse by a large dumpster. He slowed down and killed the engine, rolling to a quiet stop.
“Looks like the jackpot is behind door number two.”
Sam’s face lit up. “Let’s get in there.”
Dean shook his head. “No. This is what I need you to do. I’m texting you Marty’s number. If you don’t hear back from me in ten minutes, you call him. Tell him who you are, where I am, and what we think we’ve been tracking. He’ll take it from there.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I got this, Sammy.”
He nodded. “Be careful.”
Dean gave him a small smile and ended the call. He texted Sam the number, made sure he got a response back that Sam had it, and set his phone to Do Not Disturb. He rummaged through the glove box and found his pocket knife. A small flashlight gripped tight in his fist as he left the safety of the car.
Gravel crunched under his feet, eventually merging into a blacktop near three loading bay doors. The roll-up of the center door was not flush to the ground; left open enough for someone to slide under. Here we go.
Dean wasted no time and scooted on his chest into the building, no longer concerned about the condition of his dress shirt and pants. He jumped to his feet in the pitch black of the warehouse. Breathing slowed. Eyes adjusted while he refrained from using the flashlight. He always wondered how good a Jinn’s eyesight was in the dark. Ceiling high racks and shelves of steel framework came into slight focus. They created three long rows in front of him.
A lingering smell of sawdust filled his nose. He afforded seconds to close his eyes, tilting his head like a satellite dish to zero in on the slightest noise. Aside from the ramping of his heartbeat, there was nothing to hint of occupants other than Dean. Might as well make my presence known. She has to be here. He swallowed, pulled out his gun and turned on the flashlight. His body steeled into a military stance. Grounded, steady steps marched forward. A path down the center aisle would give him the best view of the massive warehouse floor. The flashlight above his gun lit the way, sweeping back and forth along the concrete.
“Julie!” His voice boomed, echoed back. Empty cardboard boxes, pilfered through by vagrants or scavengers, lay along the floor with packing material. Dean zigzagged through the maze. Bubble wrap popped under one foot. He froze, waiting for the sound to subside. “Julie!” He called out again. Not sure if it was his eyes playing tricks on him, he thought he saw a shadow flicker farther down the dead end he was headed straight toward. Movement got his attention along his right in the other aisle. God, I hope it’s just one of ‘em.
More boxes came into focus. But these were neatly stacked, forming a partition and one narrow entrance Dean would be forced to take. He made certain no one was behind him. He inhaled and exhaled slow, then rounded the corner and inventoried the space.
It was a bare bones phlebotomy lab. Three rolling carts had needles, tubes, IV bags, and other random medical equipment atop them. He opened a cooler with the tip of his shoe and noted two filled blood bags atop ice cubes not even melted. Definitely still here.
His eyes were drawn to translucent sheeting hung from steel shelving in the back corner. The halo of light revealed a silhouette behind the milky colored plastic. He straightened, cocked his shoulders back, and approached with his gun aimed, ready to fire if necessary. One of his hands reached for the side of the plastic and ripped it away, hard.
Material swooshed. Clips clanged onto the floor. “Julie.” Dean whispered.
Julie’s wrists were bound in thick twists of rope. Her body hung from the shackling. Dean’s eyes widened at her disrobed state. She’d been left in only a tank top and panties. The toes of her bare feet were the only part touching the floor. A needle had been inserted into her inner thigh. Julie’s blood traveled through the tubing, filling another bag by her feet. Femoral artery. Quick drain.
His neck craned from one side to the other. He peered into the adjacent aisle to see if they had company. When he was certain there was no one, his mind assessed the situation. He holstered the gun behind his back into the waistband. Placing the flashlight on the closest cart illuminated Julie’s grim and dire state. Gotta get her down, at least slow the blood flow.
The pocket knife sprung open in one hand. His heart ached as he stepped toward Julie. He stared down at the disheveled hair falling in front of her slumped figure. “Julie?” He whispered. Two of his fingers went to the side of her neck. Hope sprung back when he felt the faint pulse. “Can you hear me? It’s Dean. Gonna get you out of here, okay.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her in a vice, pressing his body to hers for support. Her body lifted off the ground an inch or two. The rope went a bit slack. The knife’s blade pushed taut against the give and sawed.
Julie’s head lolled back between the arms still tied above her. Her hair parted to display the face he’d grown fond of staring at. She looked peaceful, with closed eyes and the hint of the tiniest smile. Dean knew from his own run in with a Jinn that there was a good chance she was in some idyllic dream state. Hopefully not the nightmare kind. “Gonna be okay.” He murmured more to ease his own thoughts. “Come on.” He voiced his impatience at the rope.
He grunted when the frayed rope released its hold. Julie’s arms tumbled to her sides. He let the knife fall to the ground and embraced her tight with both arms, cradling the back of her head with the palm of one hand. “Gotcha.” He whispered and brought her to the floor, resting her gently on the concrete.
Dean rose. Gotta get her help. Before he could search for the phone in his pocket, something barreled from behind right into his lower back. He arched backward at the force and slammed into the side of one of the medical carts and finally into the wall of cardboard boxes. His mind at work the entire time, he righted himself in an instant. A quick hop to his feet and he pulled out his gun, aiming where the attack originated.
All five feet of the petite Jinn, using the name Ina Rever, stood between him and Julie’s slumbering frame. Her blue eyes shone in the shadows. He could make out the intricate tattoos forming on the surface of its skin. She’s charging up her poison. Can’t let those hands touch my skin. Dean closed the distance between them. She knelt to the ground.
Shit. If he took a shot at her now, he risked hitting Julie. The Jinn rotated and spun, extended a leg outward, connecting into Dean’s shins. He dropped to the right. The gun flew out of his hand and he landed face forward onto his chest. Shit.
A tiny elbow with concentrated energy rammed into the center of his spine. He groaned. Fast little fucker. She sprung back up, stepped back, and landed on top of him again, elbow in between his shoulder blades.
She stood up and sounded out of breath. Dean could only see her sneakers shuffling from side to side like a boxer. Julie lay behind her, dead to the world. Dean’s eyes lit up at the pocket knife a couple feet behind the Jinn as well.
“This one wasn’t much of a challenge. Dangle a lost dog in front of her and she willingly offers to drive me back to my car at the shopping center and hand out flyers. Of course, if it wasn’t for naive, helpful people like Julie, I might starve.” Ina’s perky little voice wafted down to Dean. The pain in his back radiated into his limbs. “I didn’t think she’d be missed so soon, though. But, I should have known it would have probably been you, after seeing you both at dinner last night.” He hooked his fingers into a deep grout line on the concrete floor and pulled his body a few inches. Ina kicked him in the stomach, which only helped spur Dean closer to the knife. “She’s got it bad for you. When I fed off her just a little while ago, straight from the tap, I got a glimpse at her happy place. She is all about the happy endings with you. Dean, right?”
“What can I say,” he groaned. “I have that kind of effect on women.” Keep monologuing, bitch. I just need to get a little closer.
“I guess her occupation with you is another reason her guard was down. So, thank you for that.”
“Don’t mention it.” He slammed his hand onto the pocket knife and then catapulted up, plunging the blade into Ina’s thigh. She screeched. He held on with everything he could and forced the knife through the muscle like a lever. Crimson splattered and flowed down Dean’s arm and white dress shirt.
She collapsed to the floor, clutching at her leg. He was on her in a flash and captured her between his kneeling frame. A slash of the blade along her neck sputtered blood. Then, he pummeled at her face over and over again until the body stilled.
Dean was pretty sure she was dead. He slammed her head a few times into the concrete for good measure. He huffed, rose to his feet and closed the pocket knife. He caught sight of his gun on the floor, grabbed it, and slipped it into his pants. When he pulled out the phone he saw Sam had tried to call him numerous times. He called him back.
“Dean? What’s going on?”
Dean kneeled next to Julie. He swept her hair away and checked for a pulse again. “I found her. She’s alright, I hope. But she’s in one of those fairy tale comas, I think.”
“So, it was a Jinn?”
“‘Was’ being the key word.”
Sam huffed. “Well, I hope Marty is as good of a guy as you say he is. He’s on his way there.”
“How long ago did you call him?”
“I called him as soon as I hung up with you. Maybe twenty minutes.”
He smiled against the phone as he heard the bay door roll up. “Dean!” Marty called out.
“Thanks for not following my directions, Sammy.”
“Anytime, Dean.”
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15x06 liveblog post have fun kids, it’s a long one!
sam looks so tired but also what the fuck was that thing??????>?>?><>:>? is the bunker haunted god dammit not again
IS DEAN WEARING HOT DOG PANTS I CANT BREATHE SIR PLEASE STOP. BITCH PUT UR DAMN LEG DOWN U ABSOLUTE BUFFOON
ASCASCASCASCAS I MISSED U. oh my god clarence he kept the name clarence i cant fucking..,,.,, pls. domestic cas
OH MY GOD RUNNING SAM BITCH I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH WHAT THE HELL WHY YOU SO CUTE~~ OH SHIT HI EILEEN OH FUCK!! hoNEY IVE MISSED U. alright dean can u NOT be a lazy bitch for two seconds
cas honey. br o th h her r.,,,,. ,., guys wanna hug brotherrer..,.,,.,.,, ssosofttt..,.,,, brothiehrrhr....,,,,
sam learned sign language again i fuckin love u bitch. me with my sign language and him with his we kick ass boom!! eileen maam i love u i wish u could go to heaven u deserve so much better..,,.,,, yes this ep is gonna be rough bc canon love interest but also sam is happy so we gonna power through this because i love elieen and i REALLY love sam and all i rlly need is sam happy so lets just. act like this is okay
yeah u fight cassie! god i love my bro.... cas sir wanna hug u. gosh im feelin bro love tonight... dean u be GOOD MOTHERFUCKER. dean stop being a DICK LEAVE CAS ALONE YOU FUCKED HIM OVER STOP ACTING LIKE HE OWES YOU. MY GOD I LOVE YOUD EAN BUT HOLY SHIT
AWW EILEEN GO TADAAA THAT WAS SO CUTE MAAM!!!
oh shit we’re going down the bring eileen back line oh shit okay more than one episode update i am afraid ouch this hurts alright astra chill the fuck out hes not yours oof alright just
YEAH ALRIGHT CAS LETS FOCUS ON CAS IM SO PROUD OF YOU!! STARTED FROM THE I CANT SOLVE A CASE WITHOUT SAM AND DEAN TO HERE
oh FUCK YEAH HOW ABOUT WE DONT KILL SAM YALL SHITS. sign language sam is still baby but alSO HEY FUCK OFF BITCH IMMA KILL U!!!!! IMMA FUCKIN UHHHHH KICK UR ASS GET AWAY FROM THE MOOSE MAN okay but really i uhhh am gonna have a rough time if we’re doing the bring back eileen thing.... esp bc i LOVE eileen but also,,, sam,,,, canon love interest,..,, it’s bad enough with season 8 and amelia and no one even shipped him and amelia, but now hes got a kickass hunter girl and im gonna uhhhhh yeet myself out
oh SHIT i forgot he screams and they hurt him and im not ready for that shit
cascascascas!!! i love cas!
no talking? bitch who doesnt want sam to talk?? his voice is amazing why WOULDNT you let him talk,,, sam sees a weakness he latches on nice boy is not nice boy, nice boy is surviving
CAN YALL LEAVE SAM ALONE!!!! ALRIGHT MF I HA T E THESE PPL PLEASE LEAVE HIM A L O N E
yo cas is ANGRY BOY. i love u but angery boye not necessary... although the sentiment is a big hell yeah, keep authority figures in CHECK!!! but also?? since when can an angel blade kill a djinn? you kill a djinn with a silver knife in lamb’s blood. just because its cas doing the stabbing shouldn’t mean anything, he should have to smite it for his species to matter. why have we been worrying about getting the right weapons if we can just use angel blades?
MY GOD I LOVE U EILEEN THAT SMILE WAS SO CUTE OMFGAHEDIFLH sam omfG THAT WAS. AHEM. OKAY THAT WAS A BIT HOT IM NOT GONNA LIE. HELL YEAH YOU LEARNED FROM THE BEST!!! literally like sam: kills someone me: oh youre gonna be hot huh? youre gonna be incredibly fuckin hot huh? youre gonna be the most attractive person ever huh? youre gonna just sit there and be an attractive man without caring about my feelings???
EILEEN EILEEN EILEEN OH MY GOD GUYS IM FUCKING CRYING WHAT THE SHIT HAPPY SAMMY HAPPY SAMMY HAPPY SAMMY IM SO PROUD OF YOU BABY CUTE SOFT HUG YES
good ep. good tear times. dean stop being a little bitch and be nice to cas and help your brother. are we ever bringing jack back?? i feel like jack is supposed to have smthn to do with the end,,, hes awake in the empty, you cant just DO that. billie was there and everything. surely theres something thats gonna happen from there. jack should be able to get himself out of the empty if he got cas out. i justmiss jack to be honest. also i miss belphegor but that’s besides the point theres no hope for my demon boy
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Valentine’s Day Boogaloo Guidelines 2019
ahh ahhhh AHHHHHHHHH WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DON’T HAVE TIME
it’s okay i will do this anyways shhh shhshshhsfffusck i’m not copypasting 80% of this from last year NO
Every year around Valentine’s Day I take requests to write short drabbles! While it’s a neat deal, there are a set of rules that y’all are gonna have to put up with on top of putting up with me:
No NSFW Requests! Most drabbles will be sfw and some may skirt on mild mild NSFW but as for full blown smut, that ain’t happening, sorry folks!
I have the right to turn down a request if I’m uncomfortable or incredibly unfamiliar writing it. Don’t worry! This is what the guidelines are for–to give you an idea of what pairings/couples I’d be okay in writing! But there are some situations, if you send a prompt along with a pairing (not necessary) that I won’t write even in a sfw manner--and this year...!
Please keep the kidfics to a minimum. Please oh my god. It’s not that I feel like I suck at ‘em, and to say I don’t like them isn’t...quite...correct. They’re just extra work for me, mentally and literally. Not only do I end up nitpicking the child’s presentation as much as humanly possible, but in the end...kidfics bring up a lot of painful concepts and in most cases unwarranted bitterness, so I’d rather avoid that as much as possible this year. :v thanks for understanding. i don’t hate kids, quite the opposite, it’s just not a good concept for me to explore.
Ko-Fi donations are extremely appreciated! A ko-fi isn’t necessary to get a drabble written but My Dudes, I. Will appreciate it until the end of time.
I will be taking requests from February 13th - February 15th/morning of the 16th. The odd timing on the end of it is largely due to my sleep schedule being all kinds of fucky, so morning of the 16th (ie, 5am) just means that’s when I will be going to bed on “my” 15th. My time is PST so I mean–whatever. Again I’m pretty lenient so if I wake up to requests whenever I wake up on the 16th I’ll probably take them and just close down after that. we good.
All you have to do is send a pairing via the askbox here on Tumblr, or to a thread on my twitter. Anon won’t be turned on for tumblr. (if i goddamn remember) Prompts with a pairing aren’t necessary but if you feel like it go ahead!
One person can send multiple requests so long as they are for different pairings.
Anyways, last minute update, I’m snowed in! and I have been snowed in for a while. Ko-fi’s are super appreciated this year, thanks!
List of pairings I’m writing for:*
Majimako - yakuza/ryu ga gotoku - it’s over for me folks they’re my everything now
Ulumi - code lyoko
Reesumi - code lyoko/IWRY
Gay Aelita - code lyoko - specialty is laurlita but i’ll write gaylita for anything
Henry/Eileen - silent hill 4
Gay Scully - the x-files - specialty is scully/clarice starling from silence of the lambs
Previous pairings in the boogaloo - unlisted due to it’s been a long time holy fuck but i’ll unrust these gears if ya want me to. in the past i’ve written stuff for Anastasia (1997) (anya/dmitri and yer gonna have to get used to me spelling dmitri that way) and some miraculous ladybug (s1 only please--ladrien is my favorite of the lovesquare but i do love some bg couples...)
*Close friends may in private chat request an ~unusual~ pairing since y’all should have a good idea of fandoms/things i can and would wanna write--final discretion up to me of course.
Please do NOT send these characters as part of a potential pairing because it guarantees I will throw your request out:
william dunbar
walter sullivan
MSR (i am noromo on them very much so and very hard into gay scully)
Requests will be taken as soon as it’s February 13th and will close when I wake up February 16th, usually around 2pm/3pm PST.
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Eileen lamb know as the autism cafe is a bigot that uses “opinions” as their hateful facts and Excuse about Autism including defending ABA therapy that’s trying to convince parents that ABA is “NOT” abuse and of course Autism $peaks because she using opinions which is Awful, What’s funny is that Eileen lamb said that she Cares about her kids as well because she loves them no matter what but She has been working for a hate group because she’s autistic and calls herself a “advocate” for the autistic community yeah of course Eileen is why would she🤦, Also not to mention that she actually accept her son to wear dresses and being proud of himself for being a trans gender or LGBTQ but does not accept their kid for having a disability including Autism because it’s a “severe disease or that their Burdens too Society” in fact yikes, So for Eileen lamb calling all autistic/disabled advocates “bullies or that we’re harassing her” is just childish in fact she’s a grown ass mom That shouldn’t be a Ablest asshole and not listening or ignoring all Dangerous red flags that can actually hurt the community even more, Anyway Eileen lamb for the love of god Stop harassing us or calling us bullies stop Using abusive therapies or ablest Information as opinions too Preach discrimination and stop using your kids to make views in fact I am a Autistic non-binary Bisexual advocate grow up
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9 People You'd Like To Get To Know Better
tagged by @healen you're so fucking cute but goddamn you tagging almost everyone i could tag echo chamber friendships FUCK
Three ships:
tserith (tseng/aeris, ff7): like i stumbled into this as a joke in 2020 and then oops 350k words of fic later. because i love their dynamic so much whether you read it romantically or platonically. they're both in their own cages trapped by rules they either did not set or convinced themselves they set. there's a deep dark knowledge that both separates them and binds them. most of all, they trust each other to be who they are. and that. that gets me. especially when aeris is the only person on the planet that sees through tseng.
henry/eileen (silent hill 4): yeah i know! throwback if you've been with me since high school. idk i've been thinking about them a lot lately, now with a fully formed adult lens. i think i really like that under any other circumstances they would've never have become an item. it's sad in its way too, how bitterly their lives changed and how deeply bonded they are because of it that being with anyone else feels impossible. but it's not like they hate each other. they've just been thru so much and they're the only other person who understands.
scully/clarice (x files/silence of the lambs): yeah i wish i did more with them but i just like to plug it every now and then, it was fun to play with! it was fun to put lesbians in horror situations And Also Mulder Is There
First ever ship: oh probably ulumi (ulrich yumi, code lyoko). i was a shithead 12yo about it too but they're still close to my heart. fucked up 12/13/14yos that feel So Much and yet have so much homelife trouble that it makes those feelings even harder to deal with.
Last song: Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day, it's practically guiding my hand for the most of book 2 of Jackrabbit Brujo. It also made me cry while driving the other day.
Currently reading: lots of research for Jackrabbit Brujo! The most pertinent right now are:
American Brujeria by J Allen Cross
Autobiography of a Yaqui Poet by Refugio Savala
Fun fact, the person I contacted in Tucson for culture help happens to be Refugio Savala's grand-nephew, and a lot of the Yaqui research and books I've been perusing go back to Refugio as a starting point and often not even that far.
Currently watching: I'm really bad at TV shows but I loved the first ep of Kevin Can Fuck Himself and I hope to finish it one day!!
Currently consuming: Just finished up a bowl of spicy ramen with tamarind jarritos
Currently craving: more of that warmed up marionberry pie i had the other day that shit was so good
tagging: @phantastus @chaotic-history @semie78 @a-queenoffairys @noshtsherlock @furmodernist @whippoor-wont @tangerinabina-de-archanea do it or don't yadda yadda
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It's not like I'm falling in love, I just want you to do me no good
And you look like you could
ROBIN OLIVER HUNT (Name at birth: Robin Huang; Alias: Robert Oliver Gardner)
Birthday: March 12 1990 (Pisces)
Hogwarts House (Primary): Gryffindor
Hogwarts House (Secondary): Slytherin
Myers-Briggs: ENFP
Enneagram: Type 8
Height: 5’9
Overview:
Mother:
1. Unknown—Linda Huang, still alive, forced to give up her child by her conservative parents who did not want her raising a child out of wedlock, has not tried to make contact with her son.
2. Mother Florence—the head nun at Nottingham Orphanage, firm, but kind; strict, but genuinely wanted the best for the children; had a soft spot for Robin, since he’d been there for like all his life.
3. Barbara Economides—Robin’s first foster mom, had six kids of her own, but room in her heart for a dozen more
Father:
1. Unknown—Ernesto Rosetti
2. George Economides—Robin’s first foster dad, loving and hard-working man, who unfortunately did not have a very hard-working cardiovascular system. Died of a heart attack when Robin was ~12
Mother’s Occupation: he doesn’t care about his birth mom, but Barbara owned a bakery
Father’s Occupation: he doesn’t care about his birth dad, but George owned a bakery
Family Finances: well, none of the homes he was in were great financially
Birth Order: only child as far as he’s concerned
Siblings: N/A--(Stefan, Petros, Elek, Idola, Eileen, Karena...the Economides kids)
Other Close Family: None
Best Friend: Joan Woode (28)
Other Friends: Tuck Frere (26), Martin Maddon (18), Fakhir Azhar (27)
Enemies: all those who neglect/abuse their children
Pets: none, would love a bird or a fox tho
Home Life During Childhood: He was in an orphanage till he was nine, and it was not a bad orphanage at all, just massively under-funded. At nine, he was placed in a foster home, a large Greek family, and he was very well-loved and well-taken care of, but the father dropped dead of a heart attack when Robin was 12 and the Economides family had to move and they couldn’t take care of Robin. He shuffled through like four other foster homes, at least one of which he was badly abused in, till at seventeen, he just didn’t come home one day and the family never reported it and that was that.
Town or City Name(s): Nottingham, England
What Did His Bedroom Look Like: Never had a steady room, or one of his own. Always shared with someone else, always a small bed.
Any Sports or Clubs: Nah, he was the type of kid who hung out under bridges and threw stuff.
Favorite Toy or Game: Had a toy archery kit back at the Economides house
Schooling: left school at seventeen
Favorite Subject: History and English, loved old stories of Robin Hood
Popular or Loner: loner---’cept he was real popular with the “troubled” kids, the freak in freaks and geeks
Important Experiences or Events: When George died, the abuse at the other foster homes
Health Problems: None
Culture: English?? He’s actually Italian and Chinese, but wouldn’t know at all. Considers himself Greek, if anything
Religion and beliefs: The only time in his life when he was religious was when he lived with the Economides family and went to church on the reg, since then, he’s convinced that if a God does exist, he’s a shitty God and only people can really help each other
Your Character’s Character:
Bad Habits: smoking, drinking, commitment issues, def has ghosted girls before...oh yeah, uh, stealing things??? He’s also a pickpocket
Good Habits: very good with children, when he wants to be he’s very kindhearted, very charismatic, very charming, good sweet-talker
Best Characteristic: intense--has his set of beliefs and morals and will stick by them
Worst Characteristic: intense--to the point where he isolates himself
Worst Memory: The moment the Economides family left him at the social services office (also George’s death lbr)
Best Memory: His first Christmas with the Economides family
Proud of: the money he’s been able to give back to the orphanage
Embarrassed by: his lack of formal education
Driving Style: erratically, I don’t think he has a license but he definitely knows how to drive--does not get into accidents, but is hella reckless
Strong Points: passionate, believes in a cause, dedicated friend, charming, charismatic, quick-learner, good with his hands
Temperament: sanguine
Attitude: passionate, intense
Weakness: has a very specific mission, keeps people at a distance unless you’ve proved yourself to him, you can know him but never really know him
Fears: man, uh, not being able to make a difference
Phobias: abandonment issues~~~
Secrets: the fact that he’s a master thief
Regrets: not finishing secondary, not being like a better person or whatever
Feels Vulnerable When: talking about his past
Pet Peeves: tourists (but they make good bait), people who hate on people who use subtitles, americans, mac copmputers
Conflicts: his very idealistic moral code vs reality, his very idealistic moral code and mission vs caring about his own life/needs
Motivation: justice for children
Short Term Goals and Hopes: find Tuck’s family, steal from Tuck’s family, find Martin, find enough money to get Fakhir a good lawyer
Long Term Goals and Hopes: well shit, making a difference in the lives of people somehow
Sexuality: heterosexual, but could be convinced to fuck a bloke
Exercise Routine: just generally active, runs a fair bit, likes to play sports with friends
Day or Night Person — Night
Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert
Optimist or Pessimist — Optimist
Likes and Styles:
Music: alt-rock, classic rock, rock in general, also some punk
Books: he likes old stories and folktales (ie; Robin Hood whom he modeled himself after), but does have a soft spot for some high fantasy books (he’s a big fan of Lloyd Alexander’s work--wait, I guess that doesn’t exist since The Black Cauldron is disney but IM SURE HE HAD SOME SORTA EQUIVALENT...The Beige Cauldron) and adventure novels
Magazines: GQ probs let’s be real. Never bought one, always knicked ‘em out of newstands. ALso probably playboy……...Recently has been into tech mags.
Foods: Greek food---reminds him of his time with the Economides family. Loves him a good lamb gyro with a big side of chips.
Drinks: Whiskey--straight up. Not a huge tea drinker, but likes a strong Turkish coffee. Also Gin and Tonics
Animals: Foxes and birds of prey. Tbh, kinda hates that the name the orphanage gave him is ROBIN for crying out loud it sounds so fuckin’ wimpy
Sports: big football fan, also into rugby, probably out of all my characters the one who follows sports the most jeez
Social Issues: def def a huge proponent for children’s rights, especially within the foster system; that’s his biggest thing, but he’s also really for Magick-Rights and against the pressing xenophobia and nationalism that’s rising in a lot of Western European nations
Favorite Saying: Faint heart never won fair lady; As you wish
Color: Dark forest green
Clothing: enough to maintain his image as a #rebel, but def does not invest toooo much in fashion. Lots of cool jackets, mostly darker colors
Jewelry: nah, mate that’s excessive (has this pendent that Barbara gave him that used to be George’s but that’s it)
Games: loves dominoes a lot actually
Websites: uhh reddit probably
TV Shows: probs into Game of Thrones and #epic period dramas
Movies: his absolute favorite movie is The Princess Bride, he loves good action flicks with a dash of epic romance--something with a real hero. Also probs a Star Wars fan. V for Vendetta
Greatest Want: to make a difference in the world, to make sure no child is ever hurt
Greatest Need: to let people in
Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:
Home: small studio apartment in Benbow
Household furnishings: sparse, probs just sleeps on a mattress let’s be real, has a hot plate and a mini fridge, uses a crate for a coffee table
Favorite Possession: his trusty pocket knife, one of the first things he bought with his own money
Most Cherished Possession: necklace that Barbara Economides gave to him that used to belong to George, it is a Greek Cross
Married Before: Nope.
Significant Other Before: the only serious one was this rather posh girl when he was 21. She ended up getting pregnant, but got an abortion and the relationship sorta derailed after that.
Children: nah
Relationship with Family: lol
Car: n/a
Career: no “career”--has worked service jobs and manual labor, was a bartender for a bit but quit bc of the Fakhir thing
Dream Career: god, he doesn’t know--maybe a social worker, tbh, or owning some sort of afterschool program for kids
Dream Life: he wouldn’t tell you, but being married to a beautiful girl, having a buncha kids, adopting a bunch too
Love Life: a string of one-night stands and brief dramatic love affairs that ended like smoke in the night
Hobbies : knife-throwing, wood-carving
Guilty Pleasure : women?
Sports or Clubs: not at the moment
Talents or Skills : wood-carving, bartending, bit of an amateur hacker, decent dancer and football player, decent at like climbing things lol, lock-picking, stealth talents
Intelligence Level: Never did well in school, but is quite very streetsmart and can read people very well, knowledgable on random things, courtsey of Tuck
Finances: not as bad as you’d think, but still def the poorest out of my characters. He’s the type of dude who gives everything he gets back--always drops in coins for street musicians, always
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Valentine’s Day Boogaloo Guidelines 2017
Hey all! It’s that time of year again! What do I mean? You must be new here. It’s very late i have to go to bed while i’m writing this.
Every year around Valentine’s day I take requests and write short drabbles for them . That’s really all there is to what’s going on, but there are some general guidelines, listed here:
No NSFW requests, please! Works i post will be moderately sfw - some mild nsfw content, but as for explicit smutty smuts, sorry my dudes, catch me at a different time or place or something!
I have the right to turn down a request if I’m uncomfortable or incredibly unfamiliar writing it. Don’t worry! This is what the guidelines are for--to give you an idea of what pairings/couples I’d be okay in writing! But there are some situations, if you send a prompt along with a pairing (not necessary) that I won’t write even in a sfw manner. I’m pretty lenient tho so we’ll see how it goes!
I work a lot this V-Day week. Holy shit I do. And I have to sit through Fifty Shades Darker. I’m going to be a bitter Bre and I’m going to be looking forward to writing things that Certainly Aren’t Fifty Shades of Fucked Up. It won’t all be fluff (when is my writing...ever...fluff) but hey! Anyways it will take me a lot of time to get through requests this year, please be patient! I will announce when I’m no longer taking requests and am just finishing up whats in my inbox. My schedule is why I’m a little restricted on what pairings I will and won’t write for--need to have interest in what i’m doing!
Because of how much I work this year, I will be taking requests from February 9th - February 16th. That’s right, a WHOLE WEEK of sending in requests! BURY ME!
A list of pairings I am willing to write:
Ulumi - code lyoko
Reesumi - IWRY
Reese/Aelita/Yumi poly - kill me
Pink Lemonade/Laurlita - code lyoko
lesbian aelita in general - code lyoko
Henry/Eileen - silent hill 4
Lovesquare (particularly Ladrien) - miraculous ladybug
Dana Scully/Clarice Starling - xfiles/silence of the lambs
All you have to do is send a pairing and I’ll write away! Prompts with a pairing aren’t necessary but if you feel like it go ahead! One person can send multiple requests for different pairings, go wild!
Please do NOT send these characters as part of a potential pairing because it guarantees I will throw your request out:
william dunbar
walter sullivan
MSR (i’m sorry i’m noromo on them so hard)
Remember, I will be taking requests until I publicly close them from February 9th - February 16th.
Happy Valentine’s Day! Have Fun!
#valentine's day boogaloo#code lyoko#miraculous ladybug#silent hill 4#silent hill#the x files#silence of the lambs#IWRY#i feel like i'm missing pairings in here btw#i played with the idea of adding dmitri/anya from the don bluth film#but it's been years since i wrote them...
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