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mlobsters · 9 months

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supernatural s8e3 heartache (w. brad buckner, eugenie ross-leming)

another jackles directed episode. hold on to your butts.

oh boy they're in minneapolis, i lived there for 8 years? 7? *trying to calculate the year based on my oldest being 3.5 when we moved....* ok yes, 7. anyway. lake! no wait, river. wait, that's actually the minneapolis skyline. i worked downtown for a while. did you know the mississippi river goes through minneapolis? (i did not before i moved there)

cool thing about minneapolis?? skyways! enclosed walkways between buildings downtown so you don't have to go outside because it's fucking cold in the winter: The Minneapolis Skyway System is the largest contiguous system of enclosed, second-level bridges in the world—composed of 9.5 miles of pathways connecting 80 city blocks. all right. weird. getting nostalgic. MOVING ON

oh babes with the orange faces, again. i am so sorry.

SAM [slowly] Farmers' market. [He holds up the apple.] Organic. What? I had a year off. I took the time to enjoy the good things. DEAN While avoiding doing what we actually do. SAM Wow, Dean, does it make you feel that much better every time you say it? DEAN All right, man, look, I get it. You took a year off to do yoga and play the lute, whatever, but I'm back. Okay, we're back, which means that we walk and kill monsters at the same time. We'll find Kevin. But in the meantime, do we ignore stuff like this? Or are innocent people supposed to die so that you can shop for produce?

i so do not like this conflict. putting all this weird shit on sam, taking the year off from hunting and settling down because he thought dean was dead, that's fine! whatever! maybe that's in character maybe not, i dunno! but having him totally fail kevin.. maybe you could argue without dean he stops caring about anyone? but i don't think it's that deep :p (also the whole girlfriend dog situation)

so i think they wrote sam into a shitty situation. i think dean is being extra asshole-ish about it. i'm mad at everyone in this scenario

DEAN All right, case is coming together. Things are coming together, man. You and me. It is all good. [SAM doesn’t respond.] Hey. SAM What? DEAN What are you thinking about, organic tomatoes? SAM Uh, I'm not thinking about anything. DEAN I don't know about you, but this last year has given me a new perspective. SAM I hear you. Believe me. DEAN I know where I'm at my best, and that is right here, driving down crazy street next to you.

oh, dean. why'd they set you up like this. (lol also it sounds like he smacks sam's leg when he says right here *pat*)

SAM Makes sense. DEAN Yes, it does. SAM Or... maybe you don't need me. I mean, maybe you're at your best hacking and slicing your way through all the world's crap alone, not having to explain yourself to anybody. DEAN Yeah, that makes sense, seeing as I have so many other brothers I can talk to about this stuff. SAM Look, I'm not saying I'm bailing on you. I'm just saying make room for the possibility that we want different things. I mean, I want my time to count for something. DEAN So, what we do doesn't count?

what year is this, i feel like we've been down this road enough. i can come up with good justifications but i don't think again the show is doing the work to support that.

DEAN Well, this is gonna singe your axons.

what?

pretty!

SAM So, everybody knows about Brick's football career, obviously, but no one knows much about his personal life. Was he ever married? MRS HOLMES Just to the game. He gave it everything he had. It's a difficult life.

LOLLL she made him do the sad thinky thoughts how this parallels my life and i can never get married either if i stay married to the job ;( ;( i am so over this plotline lol

looks like we're back to the old desktop again (s8e1 for comparison)

DEAN Uh, oh, got another e-mail here, too. This one is for you. From a university. Answering questions about admissions. SAM Just something I'm looking into. An option. DEAN You're seriously talking about hanging it up? SAM I'm not talking about anything, Dean. I'm just looking at options.

my heart hurt with that one. having no privacy, including email, really sucks. i was in an abusive situation for years where my partner could read my email. that said, sam knows it's shared, he knows dean could very well see it. and well. hurts dean sam wants to leave again. so now i'm hurt by proxy while also being mad at the contrivances of the plot. bah.

DEAN Maybe she moved into Brick's room after he died. Or... DEAN looks at the bed. SAM Oh. Thanks, Dean. Now that image is permanently etched into my retinas.

did the supernatural fraternal incest subtext-bordering-on-text show just make a joke about incest

oh no. get someone better at photoshop, please, it's dick all over again 😭 (looks like we're back to the new desktop)

that's some kind of situation he got himself in

did dean need to almost get his heart ripped out for sammy to learn some lesson about his brother needing him? (nope) *insert imaginary future arguments of "well why don't you just go hunt with benny"*

SAM Dean, listen, when this is over – when we close up shop on Kevin and the tablet – I'm done. I mean that. DEAN No, you don't. SAM Dean, the year that I took off, I had something I've never had. A normal life. I mean, I got to see what that felt like. I want that. I had that. DEAN I think that's just how you feel right now.

continue to hate this lalala

um. okayyyyy

s3e10 dream a little dream of me (dean's dream of lisa)

and he's tearing up over the memory. all right. crisis of faith at the altar of dean.

HAH actually it's like that awful nonsense lisa braeden said, about how the past year was the best of her life - meanwhile dean said he was falling apart and miserable (she deserved better writing) -- except in this case, dean died (presumably) and sam moved on and it ~WAS (apparently) THE BEST YEAR OF HIS LIFE~ (he also deserves better writing)

good luck getting down here to my deep thoughts when you gotta wade past a glowing review of minneapolis minnesota first

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 8x03 #spn 3x10 #brad buckner #eugenie ross leming #spn desktop background update #winchesters love picnic dates apparently #lisa braeden #amelia richardson #minneapolis #skyway #spnwhinge #very much veered into whinge territory #spn and no privacy

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supraveng · 3 years

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Moving On (3/?)

part 2

Summary: you have to confront your past….what could go wrong

Characters: Sam Winchester x reader, former Bucky Barnes x reader, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Bruce Banner, Kevin Tran, Dick Roman, Maria Hill, Nick Fury

Word Count: 2508

A/N: sorry for the delay on part 3, (work has been crazy)....hoping to post the next chapter next week

does not follow any MCU story line; attempting an MCU/SPN crossover; let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapters

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You were in a daze and barely remembered getting back to your room, you heard Sam talking but you couldn’t grasp anything other than Thor telling you about your pregnancy. Something that you would never expect to happen and you were certainly not ready for.

“Sweetheart? Are you ok?” Sam looked at you worryingly.

“Yea, uh, I um, I’m ok” you nodded “I am in need of a shower and uh, yea.” Looking up at Sam, you saw the biggest smile on his face

“I can tell you are worried, and I know this wasn’t your plan, but I’m so happy right now I can’t help it. We’re having another baby!” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a comforting hug.

“I love you so much, Sam” just a hug from him helped your anxious thoughts to quiet down for a few moments. “Wanna join me in the shower?” you winked as you turned and headed towards the bathroom.

Making your way back to the common room, after a very long and rejuvenating shower, you tried your best to focus on what to do next. Your head is spinning, as excited as you are about having another child, this wasn’t planned and kind of throws everything out of whack.

You huff as you plop down on the couch next to Kevin, watching Morgan and Joy have a tea party in the middle of the room with all of their favorite animals.

“So Kev, we are probably heading home tomorrow, so if there is anything you want to see while in NY, now is your chance” you tell him knowing he’s been enjoying this trip as much as you have.

“Oh, I thought we’d be here longer, I was hoping to catch a show, but I haven’t been able to find affordable tickets, so maybe next time” he shrugs in response.

“Don’t be silly, I’m sure i can have Tony pull some strings and get you tickets for tonight, or we could move your return flight home, whichever you prefer really. Anything for Kevin Tran, world’s best nanny” you smile at him and see the small blush on his cheeks from the praise.

“I’m serious, whatever you need, just say the word, you have no idea how relieved I am when she’s with you, because I know you take such good care of her, I don’t worry for a minute, you Kevin, are a Godsend if there ever was one”

You could tell Kevin was a bit taken back, but he rarely took a compliment well so you simply squeezed his hand and offered a sincere smile before being interrupted by Sam as he joined the girls on the floor for tea.

“What do my girls say to a picnic then maybe a trip to the park?”

"That sounds like a great plan, but I have an appointment with Maria after lunch so I can't make it to the park, I'm sorry sweetie" you tell them as you go to join them for tea.

"Well, we could picnic here and maybe play down at the lake, I'm sure Tony has a kayak or canoe I can take the girls on." Sam tells you as you adjust the flower crown on his head so it doesn't fall in his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to take care of 2 kids by yourself? I gave Kevin the rest of the day off"

"Of course, and I need the practice" he winks as he starts to tickle the girls. "Ok, then I will get our lunch ready while you help the girls out of these beautiful gowns and into some play clothes''

Lunch was an event, although both girls were always well behaved, they had a tendency to make a mess, or get distracted and try to follow the butterfly that came by for a visit. By the time you were done, you were rushing to meet Maria in time, knowing that being late was not an option.

You knew what needed to be done but not sure how she would take the info about Roman getting away, hopefully the few of his lackeys that were picked up would get you some important info.

By the time you made it back to the compound you were mentally exhausted, and apparently your clan had a good day as they were spread out in the common room watching The Little Mermaid. You had to laugh at how engrossed in the movie the adults in the room seemed to be, and was Steve singing along...no, you had to be imagining that.

Finding a seat next to Nat, you looked around fondly at your two families combining so nicely.

“So how did she take it?” Natasha whispered without taking her eyes off the screen.

You hadn’t told anyone what your full intention of today’s meeting was, as far as everyone knew, you were going over the mission report and strategizing the next steps, but Nat always knew everything….now that you were having two kids, you really needed to figure out how to do that.

“Well, she’s not thrilled but understands, Furry asked if he had to buy me a farm….whatever that means” you responded shaking your head.

She snickered and simply responded with “Clint”, you hadn’t even thought of that, “ah, well, Sam Winchester is not the Mr. Mom type, so this is my only option”

“And are you ok with that?” she asks, finally turning and looking at you.

“Honestly, I can’t imagine anything better” you sigh as you look over at Joy napping on Sam’s chest.

“Good, you deserve all the happiness in the world” she gives you a small hug. “And Tony’s throwing a dinner tonight, since you are leaving tomorrow, so be prepared”

You roll your eyes in jest, knowing Tony would probably do something like that, “well, in that case, I’m going to try and take a nap before dinner”.

Getting up you make your way to Sam and bend over to place a small kiss on his head, “I’m going to try and grab a nap, do you two want to join me?” you whisper in his ear, not wanting to interrupt anyone’s movie time…..and now I’m certain Steve is singing along ang actually knows all the songs.

He smiles and nods, following behind you and into the room you are staying in

Sam got Joy settled in her crib before turning back to me, pulling me into a much needed hug. “How do you always know when I need you?” you mumbled into his chest.

“That’s my job” he smiled down at you “so I take it the meeting didn’t go well?”

"It went as well as could be expected, I'm just trying to wrap my head around the time frame I gave them. Two weeks is a bit short to transition my cases to someone else and pack up my apartment but, the sooner the better I suppose" you are rambling as Sam put Joy in her crib and is now sitting on the bed watching you.

"You are relocating? Are you moving back to NY? I didn't realize that was an option when you made this trip…..does this have anything to do with Bucky?" he barely whispers with a worried look on his face.

"What? Sam, no, none of this has to do with Bucky" you aren't sure why he thought that and look at him confused.

"I…..I remember how broken hearted you were when we met, if you still love him, I would like to know…..I deserve to know since you are the mother of my children" you had never seen Sam so distressed in your life.

He was the most confident man you had ever met, the lawyer that owned the courtroom as soon as he walked in. You couldn't believe that he would ever be concerned with someone you used to date.

"Oh Sam" you hold his face in your hands as you settle in his lap. "There is nothing left between Bucky and I, he was a part of my past, and might be a friend in the future, but you are the only man I have ever truly loved with my entire being" looking into his eyes you see some relief so you lean in and kiss him softly but passionately.

"The meeting was my resignation, or retirement as SHIELD prefers to call it. I'm leaving DC so we can all be together in Kansas all the time."

He looks at you shocked "you quit? You love your job, I didn't think you would ever leave."

You smile at him "I do, I love my job, but my family, you, our kids are so much more important than any job could ever be"

"Our kids" he whispers as you runs his hand over your stomach "we're having another baby and our family will all be under one roof….this has been an incredible day" he looks at you lovingly before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you as close to him as possible.

"I'm sorry I didn't explain that before I left, but you know how exhausted I was the first time, there's no way I could continue this case on Roman being pregnant. Speaking of, do you think we could change the wedding date? If we stick with our current plan, I'll be a whale walking down the aisle" you grimace at the thought of waddling in a wedding dress.

He chuckles at you before kissing you, "whatever you want is fine by me"

"Do you think your mom would be ok with us planning something small in the next month or so, before I start showing?"

He laughs at your excitement to move things along so quickly "mom would love it, she works well under pressure"

"Ok, let's try to rest before your princess wakes up" Sam and you snuggle into the bed wrapped up in each other's arms.

It felt like you had just closed your eyes when you suddenly felt the bed shift. Opening your eyes slowly, you came face to face with beautiful hazel eyes, had it not been for the giggles and tiny hands patting your cheek, you might have thought you were looking at Sam.

“Joy sweetie” you whisper “how did you get out of your crib?” pulling her down to snuggle with you a bit longer.

“Tevin hep me out” she giggles again before getting up and climbing over you to sit on Sam’s torso. He didn’t move, but you could tell by his breathing that he was awake, and most likely ready to strike on Joy at any moment.

It’s one of the things you love when you are all under one roof. Not living in the same state is hard, and you both worked really hard to make things as normal as possible for Joy, but seeing them together, simple little things like this made your heart swell.

She adored her dad, and had no idea it wasn’t normal for you to all be in the same house, but that would soon change. Before you were too lost in your thoughts, Joy was squealing while Sam was tickling her, the fake sleep surprise attack never failed.

Looking at them you laughed and attempted to get out of the bed, but you heard Sam whisper “let’s get mommy” and before you knew it, you were being tickled and attacked by both of them.

By the time the three of you made it to dinner, everyone was there and of course Tony had everything catered and a full staff serving, and of course he needed to make a toast to make sure everyone knew it was an official ‘family’ dinner.

Clinking his glass he raised it in the air and everyone followed suit, you were about to grab the wine glass but quickly changed to the water in front of you.

“To an ever expanding family, salut” Tony cheered as everyone followed suit and took a drink. The table was full of laughter and chatter from everyone, even Morgan and Joy were chatting away as the best of friends.

“So Sam” Bruce turned toward Sam “how did you propose to Y/N?” for some reason, that question got most of the tables attention and everyone was looking at the two of you.

“Well, which time?” Sam asked with a smirk.

You knew that this would come to bite you in the ass one day, but you had hoped it was with Sam’s family, not yours.

“Wait…..you proposed more than once?” Steve asked, you could tell he was trying to seem like it was an innocent question, but he was really trying to understand the person you had become since you left NY.

“Three times to be exact” Sam said with more confidence than you had expected. You shook your head knowing everyone expected an explanation and you were about to speak when Sam squeezed your hand under the table.

“Well, the first time was when we found out that our little Joy was on the way. However, in Y/N defense, we were only together 3 or 4 months at that point, so it probably felt a bit rushed. The second was about 15 minutes after Joy was born and it was a very emotional day for all of us. The successful proposal was just a few months ago, and we went on a little road trip, and I proposed at the same chapel where her parents were married” Sam turned to you fondly and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Wow, you are even more difficult than Pepper, I never realized that before” Tony smirked as he lifted his glass.

“Very funny, Tony. In my defense, the first two were spur of the moment emotional proposals and not thought through. I didn’t refuse, but knew that you needed to really think things out before taking such a big step” you tried to explain your reasoning, but not sure if it was for yourself or everyone else.

“They may have been spur of the moment, but they were most definitely thought through” Sam replies with a smug look while still eating and assisting your daughter with her meal.

You looked up at him a bit confused and was about to ask more when he continued by bringing your hand to his lips and gently kissing your knuckles.

“I bought that ring after our 3rd date, I just had to convince you that I wanted you for who you are and not what you have given to me since we met.”

You were shocked, you had no idea he knew for that long that he wanted this life with you, it had all felt it just happened and you went with it. You were actually speechless at this point and could see the glint in his eyes as you processed what he said. Leaning in, you kissed him gently and looked into those amazing hazel eye, this is where you always belonged.

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amanda-teaches · 4 years

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Til Death Do Us Part? (1)

Series Summary: At a work party with your best friend, Dean, you panic when your new boss asks if you’re couple. Lying to protect your promotion, you wind up fake engaged before you can take it back. When Dean agrees to go along with your lie for a weekend retreat, you end up finding something neither of you had bargained for: love.

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Square filled: Fake Dating/Marriage for @spndeanbingo, Fake Marriage for @spngenrebingo, Mistaken for a couple for @spnfluffbingo, “He’s always been there for me through all my terrible relationships and shit, and I can tell him anything” for @spnquotebingo

Word Count: 2135

Warnings: A hint of future angst, some swearing, fluff

A/N: This is the first part of a little mini-series I’ve been working on. It will probably be around 3-4 parts, or more depending on how much fluffy cuteness I plop in the middle, but I’m pretty excited about it, so I wanted to share the first part with you all to see what you think. I hope you like it! Let me know! I haven’t finished writing yet, so you never know if your reactions may influence the series. ;)

Til Death Do Us Part? Masterlist

In the dead of the night, sitting on a deserted train station bench in the middle of the pouring rain, you finally felt safe enough to let yourself cry.

So, you sobbed. All alone, in the silky, golden evening gown that you’d felt so goddamn beautiful in, you sobbed, the tears running down your face and into your already-wet hair.

You pulled the note out of your pocket, watching as the words began to smear and run down the page.

To the Future Mrs. Winchester,

You look gorgeous tonight. Just like every night. Remember to save me a dance.

You closed your eyes and cried even harder, the sobs wracking your body. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It was all supposed to be fake, a means to an end, one friend helping another...

You weren’t supposed to fall in love.

Damn that Dean Winchester.

One week and two days earlier…

You opened up the dating app on your phone, and scrolled through the dozens of “hey, sexy” and “what r u wearing?” messages before closing it again in disgust. “Oh my God, what’s the point of this stupid thing?”

Your best friend, Francesca, plopped down on the couch beside you, a bowl of popcorn in her hands, and looked over at your phone with a smirk. “The wonderful world of online dating?”

“How did you ever guess?” you answered sarcastically, amusement softening your tone. “Geez, it’s crazy! For every nice guy I find, there’s like 100 creeps.”

“Hey, what happened to that one guy? The therapist?”

You groaned. “He tried to psychoanalyze me all night. Wound up crying on my shoulder over his repressed daddy issues.”

“The architect?”

“Drew up the plans for our dream house within the first 10 minutes of the date.”

“The musician?”

“Texted his ex the whole night.”

She laughed and shook her head. “God, am I glad that I’m married.” Then, she turned to you, tucking a leg underneath her. “Hey, when are you going to give up on this whole online dating thing and just go out with Dean?”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. “I’ve told you a thousand times. Dean and I are just friends.”

“Oh, sure,” she laughed. “Just friends who text everyday, spend hours on Facetime with each other, and act as each other’s emotional support systems. Y/N, you’re practically married. The only thing missing is the sex.”

“Francesca!” you cried, an undercurrent of laughter running through your voice. “We are not practically married. Look, I love Dean, he’s always been there for me through all my terrible relationships and shit, and I can tell him anything, but that’s all it is. We’re just friends, I swear.”

She looked at you for another moment, skepticism filling her eyes. “Mhmm, keep telling yourself that. I’m just saying, you could do a lot worse than Dean Winchester. You don’t snap him up now, someone else will. And, ‘just friends’ or not, Y/N, I can guarantee, if that happens, you’re gonna regret not going for it.”

She sat back, focusing on her popcorn and queueing up the movie for the night, but you stayed staring straight ahead, her words lingering in your head. You wanted Dean to be happy, to find someone, just like you were trying to. You wouldn’t regret that if it happened...right?

Picking up your phone again, you stared at the picture of you and Dean that lived on your lockscreen, a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. You were going to see him tomorrow. He was your “date” to a party your new boss was throwing to get to know everyone, but you’d only asked him because you didn’t want to go alone. He was always your plus one to these kinds of things, and vice versa. You both knew it was strictly as friends, there wasn’t anything more than that. Besides, you were sure that the two of you could never really work.

At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

The sound of Dean’s Impala rumbling up to your house the next morning made your heartbeat a little faster than you were willing to admit. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath to calm yourself and grabbed your purse and phone, heading towards the door. You were sitting in his passenger seat in no time at all, with him smiling at you from across the bench seat.

“Ready to impress the new boss?”

“Hell yeah,” you nodded. “Thanks for coming with me. I hate doing these things alone.”

“Course,” he replied, shifting the car into gear with an easy smile on your face. “You know how impressive I naturally am.”

“Mhmm,” you laughed, shaking your head slightly. He grinned and winked at you, pulling the car into the street on the way to the “garden party” as your boss was calling it.

You were expecting some sort of outdoor barbecue/picnic situation, but when Dean pulled up in front of the mini mansion the address led to, and you saw the valets parking the cars, you were glad you’d worn your nicest sun dress.

“Damn,” he whistled, under his breath, staring out the dashboard. “Who’s your new boss, Richie Rich?”

“Apparently,” you muttered, still in disbelief. “I was not expecting this when I woke up this morning.”

“But, good news,” Dean pointed out, stopping his car in the middle of the circular driveway. “I bet the free food’s gonna be out of this world.”

You laughed as Dean got out, rushing around to your side of the car to open the door for you. You smiled and thanked him, and, after watching him warn the valet to treat his baby better than his own mother, he escorted you inside, your arm intertwined with his. He whispered something that made you laugh again, and you leaned into him, whispering back, as if being this close was the most natural thing in the world. If only it was this easy with every other guy.

When you got to the backyard, Dean dropped your arm, making a beeline for the rows of white-linen tables stacked with food. You started to follow him, but, when you spotted your new boss out of the corner of your eye, you changed tactics, wanting to make a good impression on her before she was inundated with too many people.

“Clarissa, hi,” you stammered, a little awkwardly, once you reached her. “You have a beautiful home.”

“Thank you,” she said politely, turning to you. She studied you for a brief second before recognition registered, and her eyes lit up, a genuine smile replacing the formal one. “Oh! Y/N, right?”

“Uh, yes, yes!” You couldn’t believe she remembered your name already. Since you were one of four people vying for a coveted promotion at the company, this could be your big chance. “I’d really love to get a chance to talk with you about my thoughts on the Newman project.”

“Oh, of course, dear,” she humored you, dismissing the work talk by looking around. “Where did that nice young man that you came in with go?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, Dean? He went to get us some food.”

“That’s so sweet of him. You’ve got yourself a good one there.”

“Oh no, we’re just…”

“You know,” she said, cutting you off. “There’s a couple’s retreat next weekend for some of the higher ups in the firm, a little bonding experience, so to say. There’s an open spot left. Maybe you and your young man could come?” She leaned in and gave you a conspiratorial wink. “We’d have plenty of time to talk more if you were there.”

“A couple’s retreat?” you repeated back, growing flustered. “But, Dean and I, we aren’t…”

She glanced at your ring finger. “Oh, dear, you two aren’t married yet. Such a shame. Unfortunately, the retreat is for married and engaged couples only.” She sighed, staring down at her mimosa. “Oh, I guess I’ll have to give Stuart your spot.”

Stuart? Oh, no way in hell. That guy had been gunning for your promotion for well over a year. You panicked, looking over at Dean, who’d piled two plates full of food over at the buffet. Watching him, you imagined your promotion flying away, and you blurted out the only hail mary you could think of. “Wait! Dean and I are engaged!”

Clarissa’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh, really?! I didn’t see a ring, so I just assumed.”

“Oh, well,” you bluffed, struggling to think of a believable cover. “It’s all pretty recent, so the ring’s, uh, getting resized. But, yes, we’re engaged. Fully committed and engaged to be married.”

“That’s wonderful!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Then, you two can come to the retreat next weekend! It’s up at the Mountview, all inclusive.”

You whistled under your breath. Damn, the Mountview. It cost like 1,000 a night to stay there. Suddenly, you realized what you were doing, and you knew this innocent little lie was spiraling way out of control.

“Actually…”

She waved you off, looking over your shoulder. “This is so great! I’ve heard really great things about you, Y/N. I can’t wait for you and your fiance to knock the socks off our executives. Now, if you’ll excuse me for just a second.”

Before you could stop her, she was gone, having spotted someone across the room. You were left standing alone, and, looking up, you spotted Dean smiling at you from across the lawn, holding up his plates of food triumphantly.

Oh God, were you screwed.

“YOU SAID WHAT?!”

You looked around for a second, putting your hand on his chest to quiet him. “Shh, someone might hear.”

“So fuckin’ what if they hear, Y/N! You told your boss we were engaged!”

“I know, I know,” you whispered. You grabbed Dean’s hand and pulled him further into the hallway off the doors to the backyard, so your argument would be blocked from where the party was still going on, in full swing. “I’m an idiot, okay? I fully admit that.”

He looked down at you and exhaled heavily, running his hand through his hair. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I don’t know!” you sputtered, beginning to ramble. “She thought we were a couple, and I tried to explain we were just friends, but then she kept talking and talking, and the retreat was all BAM, Mountview! And, then, then, she wanted to invite Stuart, I mean Stuart, of all people, and I just panicked, and, I...”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders. “Chill before you pass out on me. Deep breaths.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, leaning into him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, the argument instantly forgotten, and pulled you into a warm, safe hug. “I’m so sorry…” you mumbled against his chest. “I just wanted that promotion so bad, I think I went a little crazy. I’ll go out there right now and tell her the truth.”

He sighed, his breath ghosting against your hair. “Maybe you shouldn’t.”

Pulling back, you looked up at him, puzzled. “What?”

“Well, you already told her we were engaged, and if you backtrack now, she’s going to think you’re a crazy liar. Besides, it’s only one weekend, right?”

“Wait, are you saying we should actually go? And, pretend to be engaged?”

His face split into an eager smile. “Yeah. We’re best friends, so we already know everything about each other. How hard can fake marriage be? We pretend to be engaged for a weekend, you get your promotion, then we ‘break up’ and decide we’re better off as friends. No one’s any wiser.”

You stared at him for a second, the ramifications of his plan running through your head. Francesca’s words came screaming back at you. “Y/N, you’re practically married. The only thing missing is the sex.” Dean was right, you did know everything about each other. How hard could it be to fake a relationship for a weekend. “Are you sure?” you asked sincerely. “I mean, really, really sure.”

He nodded, taking your hands in his and dropping to his knee with a dramatic flourish. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you fake marry me?”

You laughed looking down at him, the sight of his goofy grin instantly bringing a smile to your face. You nodded, agreeing, but, no matter how much you tried to ignore the voice in the back of your head, Francesca’s other words lingered. “You don’t snap him up now, someone else will. And, ‘just friends’ or not, Y/N, I can guarantee, if that happens, you’re gonna regret not going for it.”

Shit, you really were in over your head this time.

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dcmeterwrites · 3 years

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who is that walking on the quad ? that’s CYNTHIA WINCHESTER, of course. she may look like elizabeth debicki but the twenty eight year old is actually a doctoral student studying management. on game days, she’s judicious and honest ; during finals week, she’s strict and prideful. if you catch her at a party, she’s probably dancing to orpheus under the influence by the buttertones.

— RUNDOWN.

full name: cynthia irene winchester

name meaning: the goddess artemis, peace

 date of birth: november 27th

place of birth: chelsea, united kingdom

 age: twenty-eight

 star sign:  sagittarius

year: first

 department: business

clubs: none

alignment: true neutral

mbti: isfp

spoken languages: english ( native speaker ), french ( fluent ), german ( proficient ), russian ( intermediate ), mandarin ( intermediate )

mother’s name: isla winchester née mcclare

father’s name: conrad winchester

siblings, if any: cordelia, casper, cressida, and charles winchester

birth order: oldest, older twin

height: 6′3″

hair colour: blonde

eye colour: blue

— BACKSTORY.

as the eldest of five winchester heirs, a great deal of pressure was placed on cynthia from a very early age. sit up straight, learn your forks and spoons and knives, laugh a certain way, wave without moving the elbow. it was hammered into her.

in order to survive in that world, she convinced herself of one thing — that life was a matter of complete self-restraint. she attended her flute lessons and loved them, but not too much. loved studying literature, but not too much. loved playing with her siblings, rowing in the summers, having picnics, sunday roasts, winter evenings by the fireplace — but not too much.

it pained her deeply to see her siblings miss the fundamental principle of not too much. where cressida went one route, steeling herself into something artificially robotic and serious and never once allowing herself a laugh, the other sister delia went the other way entirely. threw herself with nothing but mirth into everything she did. casper too erred on the side of caution, living life to its reckless fullest.

she never wanted to cut their fun short. some part of it brought joy into her life, when she didn’t allow herself to have it directly. but as her parents breathed down her neck, she cared less and less about protecting them, coddling them really. it only led to scoldings.

cynthia was a good student, though not exceptional. if she had any skill in abundance, it was an uncanny intuition to see people for who they were, which did her favours in predicting reactions and decisions.

after finishing up her a-levels, she headed right to st. andrew’s for a bachelor’s degree in economics. her twin charles took a similar route, though she purposefully chose a different institution than him — mostly to avoid him.

for better or for worse, he had always been an uncomfortable shadow on her side. while he was slightly worse than her in his behaviour, in his manner, in his academic and extra curricular achievements, their parents thought he could do no wrong.

nevertheless, after her mba degree at the london business school were over with, it was pretty clear what she were meant to do next. her endgame was likely to own a considerable share in the hotel business, own a few, operate a big one in new york or paris or london. it was laid out before her like a carpet.

so she worked in public relations for the winchester family of hotels, nothing she wasn’t expecting. you had to start somewhere, and she was well-suited to be a fresh, likeable face for the company, speaking to investors, to the public and even to officials from the tourism department. all good.

she made her life her work. when it came to the matter of romance, the principle of not too much returned in full swing. she’d go on dates, but none of them interested her very deeply, and left suitors with dashed expectations. perhaps she didn’t let herself be interested by them at all.

all the while, deep cracks emerged in the family. cora was simply not suited to the business, and before they could process it, she was across the pond, at some strange university that cynthia had never heard of. she couldn’t lie — it hurt. but by that point, she was resolute that cora had to grow up like the rest of them, and give up her silly dreams and wishes.

at least she was doing well for herself. soon the winchester hotels were the talk of every major city in the world, the perfect option for any kind of customer. perhaps now, she’d finally get a chance at her management tasks, actually handling staff and making changes to the way things worked.

fat fucking chance. she was invited to a fancy gala with the family, mum, dad, cress, charles, even casper had been wrangled out of whatever european hamlet he hid away in — for what was apparently a grand announcement. she’d never been giddier in her life to hear those magical words.

i am pleased to leave the management of our family hotels to charlie.

well, shit. that was one decision she could not predict.

to say she was confused was a bit of an understatement. she hadn’t just been on equal terms with charlie in terms of performance, she’d exceeded him. he was lazing about on the board of directors while their dad pulled the weight, and while she increased the reputation of their brand tenfold.

for the first time in her life really, she allowed herself a little too much. she demanded an explanation from her parents, and was met only with “ well, we didn’t think you’d care for the job. ”

right. because she never did show she cared.

losing out on that opportunity was a rough wake up call, that she’d expected too many things to go her way based on her achievements alone, rather than any passion. worse yet, the announcement wasn’t exactly the sort of thing you could reverse on a whim.

working at the hotels any longer drained her completely, knowing it was for nothing. and at least she had the decency to quit when she knew she wasn’t doing a good job. quitting meant disapproval and losing rights to certain family assets, but it was what it was.

years of repressed passions bubbled to the surface. suddenly she felt violent, wanting to do nothing more than to throw every last inch of her life away and start new, start different. but how the hell could she do that — where would she go ?

it struck her then. somewhere that the people around her hadn’t heard of. somewhere like riverbank. going back to school wasn’t exactly on her bucket list, but she was a bit desperate for a change of scene — and what a scene it was, wide open skies and suburbia and youth. besides, she hadn’t spoken much to cora beyond a few emails in her sister’s freshman year. she did miss her, even if missing was mixed up with disapproval and envy.

so cynthia cut her hair, got a new look, less elegant colours and skirts and dresses, more pantsuits and dress shirts. applied for a doctoral degree in management science — she could wrangle up something based on her experience. and then she set out, selling off the remnants of her london life, and deleting far too many contacts off her phone on impulse.

her financial situation was thrown for a bit of a loop, however. her source of steady income was gone, her claims to property were distant, and her doctoral degree was fucking expensive. her bank account is slowly wearing down, but it’s still good enough to keep her in a nice apartment by herself.

well, there’s the question of meeting with cora at some point, but she’s mustering up courage for that. such a thing needed planning.

everything’s a bit too much. so it’ll take some getting used to.

#there is no reason for this to be this fucking long #and say What #i might revise in the morning anyw #* introduction / cynthia winchester.#* introduction.#* i'm the queen of broken hearts ; when did i become so dark ? / cynthia winchester.

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writingruna · 4 years

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Country Nights

Summary: With the newlywed hunting humans caught, you and Dean Winchester need to address the drunken vows that neither of you can remember. A/N: It’s taken a hoe (me, I’m the hoe) literally four years, BUT HERE IT IS

You traced the pink, puckered scar that dragged down your abdomen and across your hip. It was an angry reminder that not every monster was actually a monster. Some were . . . human.

Annie and Henry had done it before. Each year for their anniversary, in fact. Eight couples in eight days in different cities around the world for twenty years. It had been nothing more than bad luck (for them) that you’d been in Vegas for your first vacation in years, that Sam had happened to talk to someone from Mount Charleston, and that you and Dean had said your drunken vows.

“Does it still hurt?” His fingers reached out to trace the scar just behind yours. It had been three weeks before Dean allowed you to even leave the room without him and twice as long before you could leave the bunker. Even now you could see the guilt and worry in his eyes.

“Not physically.”

“I liked her too,” he said after a beat of silence. Annie’s face looming over you had been worse than the cut itself. She had been so kind, and you had liked her in spite of the red flags her eager invitation had raised. Dean took your left hand in his, playing with the ring you still wore.

He hadn’t taken his off either. Neither of you had brought it up in the months following your run in with the serial killers. It had seemed unimportant then, such a trivial detail after your near death and the (sober) night together that had followed it.

– – –

“So get–“ You ignored Sam’s voice and the opening of the door, hands running down Dean’s chest before slipping beneath his shirt. “I’ll, uhm, I mean, uh, bye,” Sam stammered, neither you nor Dean paying any attention.

The sudden slam of the door, however, had caused you both to laugh. “Do you think we should apologize?” you asked, breathless as Dean moved his lips away from yours to trace down your neck. He was careful to avoid the fresh stitches, but the adrenaline had yet to wear off and you weren’t sure it would hurt anyway.

“Sam should know the risks he takes walking in on newlyweds without knocking,” Dean answered, silencing you with a kiss before you could question him again. “Sam should know the risks he takes walking in on you and me without knocking.”

– – –

“Are you ready for dinner?” Dean asked. You couldn’t help the smile that lit your face when he asked. Once you had healed enough to freely leave the bunker – and then waited another two weeks for Dean to agree that you had healed enough to freely leave the bunker – he had begun taking you to dinner every week, even during weeks when you were hunting.

More often than not, Sam would sequester himself to the library while Dean laid out a blanket on the floor or a tablecloth over the kitchen table and treated you to the latest recipe he’d discovered. During hunts, he would whatever meal you’d been craving and bring a movie to the hotel room you all shared and tell Sam to eat in his bed instead of on the couch with the two of you.

Dean had been . . . cautious on those nights. Holding your hand or wrapping his arms around your shoulders, but never leaning in to kiss you unless you moved toward him first. Instead he would fill the night with questions and honesty, asking you about your family, about yourself, and answering whatever questions you posed in return. The dinners never ended in either of your beds – although plenty of other nights did – and he had made a habit of reminding you that he “truly cared about you” before he left you at the door to your bedroom and disappeared inside your own.

It had taken a few weeks before you realized what was happening. Dean was dating you. Proper courting, dating you. Although the rings had gone unacknowledged, something had undeniably shifted. You no longer had two separate lives, but an unconventionally and admittedly confusingly tangled single life. Apparently, without vocal acknowledgement, you had decided together that the easiest way to untangle the mess you’d found yourselves in was to continue forward with the, again unspoken, acknowledgement that neither of you regretted it.

You and Dean had started dating, without ever saying a word to each other.

“What’s on the menu tonight?” you asked, standing and allowing the flannel with missing buttons to cover your scar again.

“A picnic.”

– – –

Sounds native to the countryside that had become home filled the air as you watched the sun set, content to lean against the man next to you and the impala behind him in comfortable silence. It had been the perfect picnic. Dean had bought your favorite sandwiches. You weren’t sure how he had slipped out of the bunker without you noticing, but he driven to town to get them. He had even stopped by the liquor store.

You felt a soft kiss in your hair before he spoke, and you shifted in his hold until you could look into his eyes. “You know how much I care about you, don’t you?” You ignored the pang of uncertainty at his words. It was always care and never love.

“As much as I care about you.” The silence that followed your words served only to intensify the ache to admit it was more than caring, but you were patient. You always had been with Dean.

Dean had been so careful with you since Annie and Henry. He had carried you around the bunker the first few days, refusing to let you stand on your own. He always hovered near you on hunts, although he knew better than to stop you from fighting. He was simultaneously softer and harder when you trained.

But the change hadn’t only been physical. You might not have noticed if it had been. Dean was always protective, and even more so after an injury, but it was more than that. He would speak slowly, as if weighing what each word meant. He was slow to respond when you reached out to him and quick to ensure it was what you truly wanted. He fought against his instinct to close himself off and forced vulnerability between you. You could see the battle in his eyes each time you asked him about himself.

– – –

You were lying in the bed of the honeymoon suite, half dressed, as Dean tended to the cut that had begun bleeding again. “Do you really not remember anything about that night in Vegas?” you asked, struggling to distract yourself from the sharp sting of his fingers.

“Nothing . . .” You could tell he was far more focused on his fingers than your conversation, and you struggled to think of some way to force him into saying more as pain momentarily clouded the room. “Just waking up next to a beautiful woman I somehow tricked into my bed.” His voice was quiet, distracted, as if he hadn’t realized that he said anything out loud.

His words surprised you. Enough that you didn’t feel him pressing wrapping a bandage around your middle until it caught against your fresh stitches. You hissed, and his eyes jumped to yours, suddenly focused again. “Am I hurting you?” he asked. There was nothing in the way he looked at you that hinted at the admission he’d just made. That he felt he had tricked you into his bed; that it wasn’t something you had wanted as well. Maybe he hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud.

– – –

His quiet voice tore you from your reminiscing, from your reminder that Dean had believed you’d woken up in Vegas regretting him. He spoke slowly, brow furrowed in concentration as if struggled to find the right words, or struggling to remember them. He wouldn’t meet your eyes. “After . . . everything that happened . . . waking up in Vegas . . . then nearly . . . nearly losing you . . . I wanted to be careful.” With this admission, something changed. Dean held you close to his side, and a hand rose to cup your cheek, his fingers playing along your temple as he continued. “There were so many questions, so many things we couldn’t talk about . . . but those things don’t really matter, and all that matters is that I love you and I need you to hear me say it.”

You didn’t hesitate, didn’t give him a moment to wonder if you had regretted him all those months before. “I love you too.”

– – –

Part One: Vegas Lights Part Two: Desert Stars Part Three: Neon Signs

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morganas-pendragons · 4 years

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Take My Hand | Castiel

requested by @webcricket - the prompt was nighttime

one word prompts open for castiel, rowena and SAM until wednesday of this week!

i’ve been watching alot of disney plus and so this fic is loosely based off of Can I Have this Dance from High School Musical

Tagging @ohhey-mishamigosx

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“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. He’ll come.”

You were beginning to doubt the words of affirmation from the Winchester brothers the longer you stood outside the confines of their secret bunker in Lebanon, Kansas. The Seraph in question had disappeared hours beforehand claiming he had something to attend to, and part of you wondered if the thing he was more concerned about over the last several days took precedence over your six month anniversary.

“Stupid Seraphims. Why did I have to go and fall in love with the prettiest one in his garrison?”

Castiel paused at the crest of the hill as he caught sight of you standing outside the Bunker. He’d called Dean upon leaving that morning to ensure the elder brother could keep your attention until he finished the project he’d been working on since the day after you started dating, something you’d gushed about wanting for an anniversary.

Apparently, Dean had failed at his job. Here you stood outside of the Bunker in a golden rod sundress, hair neatly plaited into a braid thrown over your shoulders and feet adorned in sandals that would’ve put the Romans to shame. He ignored all of this for the most obvious garment - his own trench coat - cast over your shoulders as your eyes swept along the driveway in search of him.

Father, he was an idiot.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes snapped upward as Castiel came walking down the hill, rather slowly, dressed in his infamous blue suit with accompanying tie. You would’ve been lying if you said your eyes didn’t linger on the heaving muscles of his torso that strained beneath his white dress shirt or the way his hair was mussed just enough that you could see the blues of his eyes staring so intently back at you.

“Glad you can make it, Angel.” You jeered. “Or do all celestial beings forget their six month anniversary?”

He swallowed the knot in his throat. “Y/N-’’

“For Chuck’s sake, Castiel! I’ve never asked you for anything outside of yourself. Never. The one and only thing I have ever wanted is you, Angel.” You crossed the gap and rested your hand, palm down, over his frantically pounding heart. “And then you go and forget our six month anniversary!”

The shadows of dusk cast you in a glow that reminds him of Heaven, and when the stars opened in a canvas above him, Castiel looked down at your angered eyes and smiled so widely it made your heart ache.

“I didn’t forget.” He chided, extending his hand and wiggling his fingers. “Come, honeybee. Let me take you away.”

You allowed the angel to lead you back up the hill and into a clearing you weren’t entirely aware was there, your anger ebbing way into pure shock-and-awe as you realized where all of his attention had been while you’d been away hunting with Dean and Sam for the last week.

“What-” Disbelieving laughter fell past your lips as you giddily clapped your hands. Castiel parted from your side to slip into the darkness, fingers fumbling to flip the switch on the lights he’d somehow managed with Sam’s expert skills in the romance department to string through the trees and around the gazebo just big enough for the dance you never stopped talking about. “What is this?”

“This-” He stood within the painted walls of the wooden structure and extended his hands. “Is our first dance as a couple. Care to join me?”

Your eyes slipped over to the spread out picnic blanket under the nearest cluster of lights. “When did you learn how to dance?” You asked, eyes brightening as you stepped inside and watched as he moved over to the borrowed IPOD tucked into the speaker in the corner. “And music? My perfect meal, my perfect date... Did you pick my perfect song too?”

“I believe you said you wanted your first dance to be to this.” The melody to your favorite childhood song, Can I Have This Dance, began to filter through the speakers. “And yes, I do dance. As of this week.”

Bright laughter bubbled past your lips as the angel crossed the gap between you and, although carefully, rested his hand over the swell of your hip and pulled you closer to him. When I say closer, I mean close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating beneath his suit and feel his breath just inches away from your face.

You were transfixed.

“Do you know this song?” You asked.

“Not well enough to sing it, but I don’t imagine it’ll be hard.” He whispered and began leading you around the gazebo as the characters continued singing. There’s nothing better then that moment right there. You and the angel who’d fallen from grace and rebelled, somehow falling in love with you along the way, dancing to your favorite childhood song under fairy lights in the shadows of nighttime. “This is the woman’s part. I want you to sing it to me.”

You weren’t going to tell him no. Not after all he’d put into this.

“Where are you going?!” You gasped as he lead you out into the open area of the clearing and continued dancing, but it seemed he’d somehow picked up something from Sam and had taught himself his own choreography. “Cas-”

“Sing the song to me, Y/N.” He said softly. You stared at him curiously for a moment, wondering why he was so intent on hearing it from your mouth, and then you suddenly remembered the significance behind the lyrics of this song. “The instrumental version of it is the next track.”

“Okay. Gimme the remote.”

You clicked the fast forward button and closed your eyes as the track restarted and the instrumental began playing. Castiel took his place again with his hand on your hip and the other locked with yours, and lead the two of you in a dance as you began to sing to him.

He didn’t know it was possible to love someone so much until that moment, right there, tucked away in this little world he’d created just for you.

“Won’t you promise me, that you’ll never forget, to keep dancing wherever we go next?”

Spin, twirl, dip.

“It’s my catch of lightning, the chances of finding someone like you. It’s one in a million the chances of feeling the way we do.”

Castiel lost the ability to focus on your voice because he was thinking about all it took to get the two of you here. What was a six month anniversary felt like the whole of eternity of going through the motions, of rebelling against his very instinct, of falling in love with you, and how being around you and with you, had made him better.

He wouldn’t change it for a thing.

“Okay.” He whispered on the instrumental. “It’s my turn.”

Now it’s your turn to listen to the gravelly baritone clear before Castiel started singing, and sing he did. There was no hesitation behind any of the words, and the way you stared on in awe should’ve conveyed your shock at how seriously he took this particular song. It wasn't just another song a human girl had loved and dreamt of as a kid, it was your song to each other.

“Take my hand, I’ll take the lead.. and every turn, will be safe with me. Don’t be afraid, afraid to fall, you know I’l catch you through it all.”

You remembered the day you met. The first time you’d punched him in the face when he went behind you and Sam and Dean, the first time he’d chased you across the country because you’d been so tired of losing and you just wanted to be alone because being alone and not losing people sounded better. How he’d shown up at your motel room door in the pouring rain at 1:30 AM, and you’d been so stunned you weren’t sure whether to kiss him or kill him with the blade you kept hidden in your coat.

You kissed him and you kissed him hard. That had been the same day, six months ago, that you’d started dating.

“Even a thousand miles can’t keep us apart, cause my heart is wherever you are..”

The longer you watched him and the way he smiled, the more certain you wanted to spend your forever with him.

Neither of you hear the crack of thunder overhead.

“It’s my catch of lightning the chances of finding someone like you... it’s one in a million the chances of feeling the way we do.. and with every step together, we just keep on getting better...’’

The music slowed.

“So can I have this dance?”

The skies above opened.

“Can I have this dance?”

And it began to pour.

Your sharp intake of breath caught his attention, and in mere seconds, your entire body was soaked to the bone. That didn’t seem to matter considering you were still smiling, out of breath from the song and the dancing, and he was too entranced to move.

“Castiel?”

“Honeybee.”

Your hands cupped his jaw and brought his forehead down to yours, and you whispered a single question in his ear.

His answer without so much as a moment of hesitation was yes.

#Castiel x Reader #Castiel x Y/N #Castiel x You #SPN imagines #SPN oneshots #SPN fanfiction #Supernatural imagines #Supernatural oneshots #Supernatural fanfiction

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princessanneftw · 5 years

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Do you have any idea when anne n tim began dating? Like was it just after he began his equerry job, or was it much later, around the time the letters were discovered?

Hi!

Personally, I think it was a lot earlier than lettersgate lol

It’s been said they met for the first time when he was a junior navigating officer on the Royal Yacht Britannia in the early 80s but nobody really knows for sure. We do know that Tim was appointed an equerry to Liz in April 1986 and that’s when it gets interesting.

Apparently it was love at first sight for him. At this point, Anne’s marriage existed only in name really, and Mark was off shagging anything that stood still long enough, so she was pretty unhappy. She was only going home to Gatcombe at weekends, and spent most of her time in London to work from her office in BP. As an equerry, Tim was around the family all the time, and that’s how they met and became close.

He was a friend to her at first, someone she could tell her problems to and trust not to go blabbing to some tabloid, and naturally they became closer. From what I’ve read, they would spend hours on the telephone, they enjoyed picnics and walks in the grounds of Balmoral, he would take her sailing when they both had free time, and not just by themselves. This is from News Year Day 1987

and he’s giving Zara a piggyback on the beach. The kids would go sailing with them too, and she took them to visit him at his house in Winchester a few times, including once when he was sick with shingles! She also appointed him as a personal advisor to her charities trust in that time too. I can only assume there were a lot more letters than the four that were stolen, and those were just from him to her. They were never published as they were stolen property, and we’ll probably never know what was contained in then (sob) but we know they were described as romantic, passionate and intimate, he called her ‘darling’ several times in them and signed them ‘with love, from Tim’, AND she kept them tied in a pink ribbon in her briefcase.

So in the three years from April 86 to when the letters were leaked in 89, they became friends very quickly, and I think their friendship grew into something more quite quickly aswell ☺️ And once again, I have to include this quote because ITS SO LOVELY AND I SHIP THEM SO HARD

“Tim never stopped thinking about Princess Anne from soon after their first meeting…. Anne has treated him as her closest confidant for some considerable time. Obviously, Tim and the princess were physically attracted to each other, but their friendship goes deeper than that. Tim has filled a loneliness in her life and given her a shoulder to cry on when she needed someone to tell her troubles to. He understands her tantrums and the bad publicity she attracts. But most of all, he cares for her in the way her husband does not.”

#and they lived happily ever after #anneswered

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revwinchester · 7 years

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To Rick

Summary: Gabriel wants to take the reader out for a date but she is dealing with the death of a family member. Instead of a romantic outing, Gabriel helps her begin to process her grief.

Author: @revwinchester

Pairings/Characters: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1609

Warnings: hurt/comfort, dealing with death, angst but also fluff

Prompts: There are 2 prompts represented here, a dialogue prompt, “You know, some people think that prayer is just as essential to life as water, air, and sex,” which is bolded in the fic and a statement prompt, “He stared out the window, silently cursing the rain that was pouring from the sky and ruining all of his grand plans for the day,” which sets the story up at the beginning of it all. This is my entry for the @gabriel-monthly-challenge April prompts, go take a look at them if you’re interested in making some Gabriel stuff in the next few days (these prompts might have been thought up by yours truly…).

A/N: So, I sat down to write something completely different a few nights ago and almost immediately after I opened my document, I got a text message that a beloved volunteer at the place where I work had died suddenly. This has been part of how I’ve processed through that death. I could have really used a Gabriel to help out that night so I decided to make it happen in my imagination.

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To Rick -

Gabriel peered out the window again. It was still raining and the sudden storm was destroying all of the plan he had made for the day. Sure, he had all his mojo back and he could snap his fingers and the sun would be shining again but his dad had warned him about abusing his powers after he’d been resurrected. Apparently, Dad hadn’t been a fan of Gabriel’s trickster persona.

Despite his date plans becoming unviable thanks to the weather, Gabriel still wanted to see Y/N. Hell, he loved staying in with her just as much as he enjoyed going out with her; she often had some rather… adventurous indoor ideas. Gabriel flew to her, content with his new plan for some sexy indoor adventures.

Gabriel landed silently in Y/N’s room and immediately noticed that she appeared to be praying. He knew she had grown up religious but didn’t realize she still practiced any part of it; most hunters ended up becoming fairly disillusioned with his dad. Gabriel approached Y/N carefully. He didn’t want to disturb her but he also didn’t want to surprise her.

While he watched and waited, Gabriel noticed Y/N’s phone lighting up with multiple text messages. After a few more minutes, Y/N picked up her phone and scrolled through the messages, not stopping to read any of them, before sending a reply.

Gabriel approached her where she sat on the bed. “You know,” he began, “some people think prayer is as essential to life as water, air, and sex.” He wagged his eyebrows at Y/N as she turned in his direction but upon seeing her face, Gabriel immediately regretted his words.

Y/N’s cheeks were streaked with tears and her eyes were red; she had clearly been crying for quite some time. Gabriel sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her as another round of sobs wracked her body. Gabe held her close while she cried, pressing kisses into her hair.

When it seemed she had calmed down some, Gabriel spoke. “What’s going on, Sugar?”

Gabriel could feel it as she shifted in his arms and he looked down at her as she opened her mouth to answer. A new wave of tears began to fall from her eyes and she snapped her mouth shut and shook her head before burying her face in his chest again.

Gabriel sat with Y/N while she cried some more but he was really starting to worry; he had never seen her like this before. The whole time she had been in his arms, her phone had continued to buzz with text messages. “Y/N, I promised to stay out of your head,” Gabriel reminder her. “Please don’t make me break that promise. Tell me what’s going on.”

Y/N looked up at him with sad, tired eyes. “He’s gone,” she finally croaked, “Rick is dead.”

Rick Dallway, Gabriel recalled, had been to Y/N what Bobby Singer had been to the Winchesters. He had been a family friend turned mentor and a surrogate father when her parents had died. Rick had taught Y/N nearly everything she knew about hunting and had introduced her to her current hunting partners, Sam and Dean. When the Winchesters would call Bobby for help, Y/N would be on the phone with Rick. When she needed an escape from the world or a safe place to hide out, she would go to Rick’s home or his cabin. Rick was the closest thing to family Y/N had known in a very long time.

Y/N’s phone was still lighting up with unread messages. Gabriel kept one arm around her but reached for the phone with the other and opened the text thread. “May I?” he asked showing her the phone, and when Y/N nodded, Gabriel dove into the messages. Other hunters were texting, telling stories and sharing memories but Y/N hadn’t added anything of that nature to the conversation. Just a comment about how she didn’t have any words to describe what she was feeling. Gabriel had a feeling he knew why. “Lots of good memories here,” Gabriel commented, hoping to draw Y/N out a little.

“I haven’t… haven’t really read any of those,” Y’N sniffed. “I can’t. It makes it real.”

Gabriel’s heart broke seeing Y/N like this. Abuse of powers be damned, he was taking his girl out today. He snapped his fingers and pulled her in for another hug. “It just stopped raining,” Gabe whispered into Y/N’s hair, “let me take you out.”

Y/N pulled back and gave him a small, watery smile. “It just stopped raining or you just made it stop?”

“Eh, six of one, half dozen of the other,” Gabriel countered. “Either way, it’s not raining anymore, the sun is shining, and I’ve got a picnic planned.” Gabriel paused for a minute, deciding if this was really the best course of action considering Y/N’s emotional state. Coming to a decision, Gabriel asked, “What do you say?”

Y/N looked up at him and Gabriel could tell that she saw this for what it truly was: a distraction. But, apparently, she was ok with that because the next thing Gabriel knew, Y/N was nodding and he was flying them across town to a little park for a picnic near the pond.

Gabe had already planned on having Y/N’s favorite meal but he still loved how her eyes lit up a little more every time he pulled out a different part of the meal. They ate and talked and Y/N even laughed a little at some of Gabriel’s antics and he decided to press his luck a little bit. “So, if you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to, but if you do…” he trailed off, not wanting to bring Y/N down again.

Y/N nodded for Gabriel to continue.

“What happened?” Gabriel knew that Rick hadn’t been sick, he was getting older and had hurt his hip recently but it wasn’t anything that would ever be considered fatal and, besides, he had been healing well.

Y/N stared out at the pond for a few minutes, watching a family of ducks swim by. When she closed her eyes for a minute, Gabriel assumed that Y/N had decided that she wasn’t ready to talk about. However, she opened them and with a steady voice began to speak. “No one knows yet. He wasn’t on a job,” she shared. “A neighbor found him on the ground outside his front door, surrounded by groceries.” Y/N paused for a moment to breathe in the air that smelled of petrichor - that beautiful damp smell that so often follows a much needed rainstorm - and once she was grounded, she continued. “They don’t know how long he had been there but he usually did his grocery shopping in the morning and his neighbor spotted him when she got home from work.”

“Wow, that… that sucks,” Gabriel said; there really wasn’t much else to say. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

She took another deep breath and exhaled loudly. “Thanks, it really helps to know that I’m not alone right now,” Y/N told Gabriel.

Gabriel pulled Y/N into his arms and gave her a squeeze. “I’ll always be here, as long as you’ll have me,” Gabriel assured her.

Y/N hugged him back. “Well, then you should plan on sticking around for a long time,” she said before pulling away so she could look the archangel in the face. “Thank you for all of this,” Y/N indicated the picnic blanket and food as well as the sunny sky, “it’s exactly what I needed.”

“Well, we’re not done quite yet,” Gabriel shared as he dug back into the basket. By all accounts, the amount of food he had already produced should never have fit in the basket but being an archangel certainly did have its perks and when he pulled his hands out, he had a pie in one and a plate of cookies in the other. “I wasn’t sure what you’d want for dessert,” Gabe admitted. “There’s also a cake in there and some fresh fruit if either of those strike your fancy.”

Y/N leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Gabriel’s lips as she grabbed one of the cookies. As she ate her cookie, Gabe pulled one final thing out of the basket, a bottle of sparkling wine and two champagne flutes. He popped the cork and poured each of them a glass as Y/N started in on a second cookie. Gabriel passed Y/N a glass of the bubbly amber liquid as a dog froliced past them, it’s owner not far behind.

Y/N watched the dog and a small giggle escaped her lips. She turned to Gabriel with tears shining in her eyes again but a smile firmly in place. “When I was younger I had a dog a little smaller than that one. She was a yippie little thing but I loved her,” Y/N shared. “Rick, however, couldn’t stand her. One time when I had her at his house and he was getting dinner together she started barking and refused to stop no matter what I tried. Rick threatened that if she didn’t shut up, he’d cook her for dinner.” Y/N laughed again. “To this day I’m only 95% sure that he was kidding…”

Y/N held up her glass. “To Rick,” she declared.

Gabriel lifted his own glass and touched its rim to Y/N’s. “To Rick,” he agreed.

Thanks for reading, y’all. I’ve been at this job for about 2.5 years and I’ve seen Rick nearly every day of that time. Everything was really sudden, he actually died in the way presented and, yes, he did threaten to eat my dog once. I’m pretty sure he was kidding...

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