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pathetic-has-been-rockstar · 3 years

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Memories and a movie

Pairing: Castiel x Dean

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Square filled: Miracle on 34th Street

Warnings: none

Summary: Dean Winchester has never been one for holidays, but he's fond of his few good childhood memories. When Castiel unwillingly upsets him, he will have to find a way to make up for it.

Words: 2391

Beta: @raspberrymama

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Dean is in the kitchen again, making popcorns and humming a cheesy Christmas song that he heard while grocery shopping, and just won't get out of his head. He's not too bothered about it, all in all.

You won't be joining them at the bunker at least for another day, due to the closed roads, but the rest of them can start to get in the Christmas spirit. They decided to watch a Christmas-themed movie, so to give Cas and Jack the full holidays-are-coming experience. While he throws some more butter in the popcorn, he looks for the salt, trying not to spill stuff around.

A moment later, Sam walks in the kitchen, holding his pc and looking at him.

“Hey. Need a hand with that?”

“Yeah, pass me that bowl. Do we have it?”

“Yep. Miracle on 34th Street, as usual. Are you sure you don't want to watch the new version, too? I think maybe Jack...”

Dean stops him before he can go on. “Sammy, we've been over this. You and I are going to show the kid our Christmas movie, and that's it. If he doesn't like it, he'll show us his favourite one, and we will never forgive him for that.”

Sam scoffs softly and clicks a key on his pc. “Alright, then, I'll throw in the subtitles and we're good to go. We'll wait for you in the...”

“Dean cave!”

Sam sighs, exasperated. “... yes, Dean, we'll wait for you in the Dean cave.”

“Don't say it like that. It's a temple of happiness and comfort. It's the Dean cave!”

Sam opens his mouth to say something, then decides against it. He sighs and walks away from the kitchen, smiling. Dean is insufferable, of course, but it's a different kind of a pain in the ass. A light-hearted, happy Dean who teases and mocks people around him because it's fun, and not to keep a distance to avoid painful separations. All in all, he's glad of being nagged like that.

He walks in the infamous Dean cave and he finds everyone already settling down. He connects the HDMI cable to his pc and goes to sit on the couch, next to Eileen. She makes a small hint at him, and Sam nods. He clears his throat and looks at Castiel, curled up on an armchair next to the couch.

“Uh, Cas... why don't you give us the armchair? We can definitely be more comfortable there. Here, take the couch.”

Shrugging, Castiel moves on the couch. A moment later, Dean walks through the door with a ridiculously huge bowl of popcorn, and goes to sit next to Castiel. Jack stands up, going to turn off the lights, and Sam hits play on the pc before going back to the armchair and letting Eileen sit on his legs.

“So... did you love it, or did you adore it?” Dean beams at Castiel and Jack as soon as he turns the light back on.

“I like it! It put me in a good mood”, Jack nods, smiling. Dean chuckles, satisfied, then turns at Castiel, who still hasn't spoken, and looks pretty confused.

"What troubles you, Cas?" Dean asks, curious to see if he will have to explain something.

“I don't really understand the point of this movie.”

“The-the point? Cas, it's the best Christmas movie ever made, until Trading Places, what do you think is the point?”

Castiel shakes his head, an incredulous expression on his face. “Dean, it's a terrible story about how the American system cages a man for believing to be a fictional character. The judge emits his sentence on a case that doesn't belong in a courtroom, based on what's written on currency. It all stems from the troubles of an alcoholic man. How can you love this movie?”

Dean looks at Castiel, horrified. Sam knows that face. It's the same expression he had when he was forced to destroy Baby to survive a ghost attack. Whatever it's going to happen, the happy atmosphere of movie night is about to go up in flames. Surprisingly, Dean just sets his jaw and nods.

“Alright, I get it. Not everyone can appreciate it.”

“I'm just saying that there's not a lot that...”

“Shut up!” Dean barks, a second before walking away without giving anyone the time to stop him. Confused, Castiel turns to Sam.

“What did I say?”

“Cas, uh... Dean loves this movie. Very, very much. We... we used to watch it with dad, so... I-I think he was hoping you'd like it, too.”

For a long moment, Castiel stays quiet, then nods. “I understand. I suppose I'll go apologize to him.”

“It's not... let him cool off a bit, maybe.”

“Don't worry, Sam. I know exactly what to do.” Castiel ignores Sam's suggestion before going after Dean, leaving Sam, Eileen and Jack in the room. Jack stands up and stretches, still in a good mood.

“Don't worry Sam. If there's anyone able to calm Dean down, that's Cas.”

Sam chuckles, taking Eileen's hand. “You know what? You're right. Let's clean this place and go to bed, we'll deal with the lovebirds tomorrow.”

They all laugh, and start tidying up the place.

Castiel walks in Dean's room, awkwardly standing just a few steps from the door. Dean is sitting at his desk, going through some stuff, and Castiel can take a look at him. He studies how his dark blond hair is slightly ruffled on the back of his neck, after being pressed against the back of the couch for the last couple of hours, how the shirt's fabric stretches on his broad shoulders. It's looking at the movement of his shoulders that Cas realizes that Dean is moving. He turns to him, and gives him an indecipherable look.

“Hey, Cas.”

“Dean... I wanted to...”

“Ah, look... it's fine, man. It's just a movie. No big deal.”

“Sam explained to me it was a sort of tradition. I should have known there was a story behind it. There's always a story with you.”

Dean's lips curl again in one of the half smiles that Cas has learned to map and interpret down to a fine art... in a few seconds. There's always a moment or two of pure amazement at seeing how his whole traits seem to turn him from a weathered hunter into a smiling man, showing the Dean he's always cherished so deeply.

“You know... you're right. Guess I was mad because it's one of the good stories, this one.”

“... would you like to share it with me?”

For a fleeting moment, Castiel sees the surprise in Dean's eyes, as clear as fleeting. It almost hurts to think that he could be surprised to be asked to share something obviously so dear to him, but Castiel stays quiet and watches Dean nodding in agreement.

“It's just... you know we didn't have exactly an easy childhood. I had to take care of Sammy from day one, cause dad... you know. You heard more than enough. But Christmas... soometimes it was not about... this.” Dean says, gesturing at the room around him. “Sure, it was always in a different motel, always after some monster. But... the police rarely work on Christmas' night. Families stick together, making it harder for the monsters to hunt. Motels would offer something to their guests, especially to us. They saw a single dad working his ass off with two children... it tends to make people feel sympathy, especially at Christmas.”

Castiel nods, entranced by Dean's voice. He keeps smiling, and it's clear that, despite everything that man put him and Sam through, he still misses his father. His dad.

“And no matter where we were... that movie is a classic. If it wasn't on a channel, it was on another. When he managed to stay with us, Dad would make some popcorn, usually with so much butter that you could see through the bag once you were done, and we would all hunker down and watch that movie together.”

“... it sounds like a wonderful memory, indeed.”

“Yeah, it... it is. One year... one year Sammy was so upset that we had to decide: telling him that Santa wasn't real, or inventing an excuse to justify the fact that, once again, we didn't get a new house.”

“How did you deal with that?”

“We told him that Santa couldn't get a new house for us because we had to move constantly, to stay safe. We had to stick with that for a couple of years, before he grew out of that. I... I did my best to let him be a kid, Cas. Standing up to dad wasn't easy, and I... I just did my best.”

Castiel must fight the anger he feels understanding why Dean sees himself the way he does, and walks as close as possible to Dean. He places a hand on Dean's shoulder, trying to find the right words to say.

“Dean... you did a wonderful job with Sam. You shouldn't have been forced to look out for him. Your father was supposed to do it... and I'm sure that Sam is grateful for it. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate the movie.”

“Ah, Cas, it's fine. I overreacted.”

“No. It's not fine. Allow me to apologize.”

“... there's no need to...”

“Dean, I understood that around Christmas is customary to make kind gestures to each other. Please, let me.”

Dean chuckles, raising his hands.

“Alright. Let's see what you got for me.”

“Fine. Get dressed.”

“... what?”

“Get dressed.”

Dean smiles, curious to see what Cas has in mind and stands up to grab his coat. He puts it on, takes a scarf and a hat, puts on his gloves, and finally turns to face him.

“Is this enough?”

“It is. Are you ready to take a flight?”

“Not a fan of it, but... whatever makes you happy.”

Castiel gives him a small hint before placing a hand on his shoulder, and Dean experiences the familiar and dreaded feeling of his stomach being mashed from the inside during teleportation. A second later, when he opens his eyes, he manages to steady himself against a brick wall and take a deep breath before bending down and trying to catch his breath.

The air is cold, heavy, and Dean knows the smell lingering in the air, even if he can't pinpoint where or when. It feels familiar, but somehow distant, and it brings mixed feelings with it. When he finally feels his stomach settling down, he straightens his back and looks at the angel who just brought him there.

“Cas... where are we?”

“Why don't we go find out?” Cas answers, with a small smile that lets out his anticipation. Dean, affected by Cas' visible excitement, starts walking towards the exit of the alley where they appeared.

Before they walk out of it, Dean has a clear idea of where they are. There's only one city in the world that has that particular kind of bright night, those sounds mixed in a cacophony so terrible to result irresistible, topped with the smell of a thousand different foods, people and exhaust pipes. When they walk out from the alley, his hypotheses are confirmed, and Dean laughs, incredulous, turning to Cas.

“You brought me to New York?”

“So it seems.”

“What the...”

“There.”

Cas points at something behind Dean, who feels his heart stopping for a second, then starting to beat furiously in an attempt to catch up. Sure enough, turning around Dean sees the building of Macy's, dressed in blinding lights and Christmas decorations.

For a moment, Castiel is deeply worried. He never saw Dean reacting like that. His mouth fell open, while his whole face transformed into a blank expression of utter disbelief. He just keeps staring at Macy's, his eyes running up and down the building the only movement that Cas can see, as if trying to find a way to get in, or something like that. After a few very long moments, he decides to risk a question.

“Dean... are you alright?”

Dean turns to Cas so quickly that he almost takes a step back. He raises his arm, pointing at the building.

“You... you brought me to New York. On Christmas' week. To friggin' Macy's? Because you didn't like my favourite Christmas movie... you thought it was a good idea to bring me into it?”

At six and seven for Dean's reaction, Castiel nods. He thought he'd appreciate the intention behind the gesture. Perhaps he's been too intrusive. Perhaps he interpreted the sharing of his story in the wrong way, or perhaps Dean didn't mean that...

“Cas... that's the... that is the most stupid, senseless, sweet thing that anyone is ever done for me!” Dean practically shouts in Castiel's face.

“Why are you yelling now?”

“Because you are not supposed to... Cas, how... why did you do this?”

When he finally realizes why Dean is so upset, Castiel smiles. A big, wide smile that makes his eyes crinkle and the most human side of him flash clearly like one of the Christmas lights around them. Dean Winchester, the legendary hunter, the man who came back from Hell, the one who died and came back to tell the tale more than once... is embarrassed. The most brazen, skilled conqueror of waitress of the United States has no idea about how to react to a genuine gesture of care and affection.

The smile of Castiel erupts into a light-hearted laughter, and Dean is bedazzled in finding out that, in fact, he loves that. He thought he'd hate Castiel laughing at him in a moment like that, but... he was wrong. He adores his laughter. It tells him that Cas just read all the right things in his reaction, understood where they came from, and why they are there.

Dean blushes, sticks his hands in his pockets and mutters, in a falsely angry tone “Shut up” at Castiel. He doesn't stop Castiel when he nudges him with a shoulder and stays close to him.

“What do you say about we go and take a closer look at that place?”

Trying to keep his coolness, and failing miserably, Dean nods. “Well, since we're here...”

Cas shakes lightly his head, impatient and slightly exasperated. “Yeah, we're here. Thanks for seconding me. Come on, let's go.”

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ringobean · 5 years

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PARIS 1960

September 1960, it's friday night and for Hannah and her band, it's the big night, they play tonight at "the Golf Drouot", the best Rock concert hall in Paris, they'll play with the band "the 5 rocks "which will later become "Les chaussettes noires"(The Black socks) mythical band of French rock. After years of hardship, they finally began to play in real concert hall and finally be able to live of their music, even if for the moment they didn't earn lots of money during their performance. But no matter, they were playing in front of an audience, and it was already great.

Hannah was 18 years old, she was a little brunette, she was thin with curves, beautiful brown almond eyes, insolent gaze, make up in black, she's always dress in black, leather, or blue jeans with custom clothes made by her. She was still hanging out with 3 guys, they were inseparable and united since their childhood, after meeting in an orphanage, where they hadn't lived easy moments, they had faces of killers, thin physical but muscular, with blue jeans and black leather jackets, the hair combed back, they were part of this gang that terrorized Paris "les blousons noirs", they were real hooligans, rock fans and loved pretty girls, more they were innocent and naive, more they liked it, Hannah loved gangsters, more dangerous they looked, more it attracted her, but hadn't find yet one who'll make her lose control, they also liked smoking and drinking a lot, but what they liked the most was music. During her first rock concert, Hannah had fallen in love with the bass, she absolutely wanted to have one and learn to play it, she had to make some bad tricks to earn enough money to afford her first bass, an amazing Fender jazz bass, overpriced, but she was determined, in her band, there was Simon playing the drums, Ben playing the guitar, and David playing the electric piano, they were older than her, Simon and Ben was brothers, Ben had 25, Simon 23 as David, they had trained a lot, Hannah wrote and Ben composed their own song, they did a few covers, but it didn't please Hannah who preferred to sing loudly what she wanted, sometimes in French, sometimes in English, which she had learned at the orphanage. The Golf-Drouot acquires its celebrity thanks to its springboard on Friday night. It's a music competition open to all: four or five groups follow each other and each have about half an hour to interpret a few songs and conquer the audience. The group that comes first has the right to a new participation and can also win a studio session. They loaded their instruments into the van, and go to the club, where the owner was waiting for them, Henri Leproux was a good fellow, who loved to discover new talents, he explained to them again the details of the evening, and in what order they had to play, then they saw the musicians of the "5 rocks", they had known each other for a long time, and were rather friends, they liked to make fun of each other, Claude the singer who called himself Eddy Mitchell to make more American (who'll become a great French singer), arrived and put a small slap on Hanna's butt.

"So "mes loulous "who'll still kick your ass tonight?"

"In your dreams Eddy, tonight is our night"

"may the best wins, little Hanna"

It was Hannah's group's turn to play, they went on stage.

"Good evening I'm Hannah, Ben on guitar, Simon on drums, and David on keyboard, we're "The Frenchies" "are you ready? Let's go 1,2,3,4"

They had to play 6 songs in total, 3 covers and 3 of their compositions:

- I gotta know from Wanda Jackson.

-Fujiyama mama of Wanda Jackson.

- Johnny Burnett's Train kept a-Rollin.

-1,2,3,4 rock.

- Je suis french

- Tu es à l'ouest.

The audience seemed delighted, people danced and clapped their hands, at the end of the set the public asked a last song, they seemed to enjoy the original compositions of the band, they played a last song of their own, "people unite."

She believed in it thoroughly, but unfortunately the "5 rocks" that were much more popular won the contest, but "The Frenchies" reached nevertheless the second position, which was already not bad.

"I told you we'd kick your ass, little Hannah"

"Fuck you Eddy"

"ahaha such a bad loser"

she was really disappointed, she believed so much that they'll win.

A man of a certain age presented himself to Hannah.

"Hello Miss."

In english with a strong German accent, he kissed her hand.

She thought it was again an old pervert who was trying to fuck her.

"I introduce myself, Bruno Koschmider, I heard you play, and I must say that I loved it, it was really great.

"oh really, thank you"

"I own a club in Germany, we're currently organizing a rock festival, with several English bands, would you be interested to participate, we are looking for new talents"

She took a step back when she heard about Germany, but she began to think and asked the man what the conditions were.

"You will be paid $100 a week, until the end of December, and you will also be accommodated free of charge, I will also pay for the fees trip."

"Wait a minute, I'll ask my boys and I'll tell you if we agree."

she explained everything to the boys.

Simon, who was the most violent of the three, replied:

"You're serious there Hannah, you want to send us to the" Bosch ", he's old he must be a former Nazi, I'd better smash his head"

"shut up Simon, calm down, and think, we'll be paid $100 a week, it's a bunch of money until next December, we need this money, we can't refuse his offer"

"I don't know Hannah, he's still a "bosch"I don't really want to play there after all the misery they've done to us!"

"You really think I can forget about it Simon, you think it doesn't bother me to go out there, but think of all that money, maybe you could pay for your new bike, we'd have money to try to record an album, it will be much better than staying rusty here, without doing anything, right?

"It's ok Hannah, tell him that we agree"

"there is a problem?" asked the man who didn't understand French.

"No, no problem, you can count on us."

she began to speak in French to the boys.

"what an ironic situation, let's show them we're still alive and let them move their asses on our music."

#classic rock #ringo smut #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction smut #the beatles fanfiction #golf Drouot #60's #60's aesthetic #ringo #ringostarr #ringo starr #paris #blouson noir

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mandabear72 · 6 years

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We'll be waiting for you.....

Okay. So, I saw people were doing this whole #westillfearanti thing in response to something @therealjacksepticeye answered about the stuff with Anti. I didn’t even realized this was a thing until recently but regardless, I’m gonna share some thoughts, keep it 100, and try to add some clarity to this.

The whole thing with Antisepticeye is cool, it’s fuckin’ rad. It’s okay if people aren’t into it. Personally, I don’t like to theorize because it makes me feel like I have nothing solid to base my theories on and that I’m grasping for straws when I want concrete evidence and something factual or “canon”...but I can understand why people do it and it’s alright. It’s also okay if the person wasn’t into the Dark Youtuber persona thing, but they didn’t need to be a bit of an asshole by going to Jack and asking him “Is Anti gonna be in ALL your horror vids now?? Is he gonna be a regular on your channel???” (I’m paraphrasing here). If they bothered to do some research instead of bitching about it, they would’ve saw that Jack doesn’t have Anti in every horror video. He even specifically said before Anti would only appear when we least expect it; that way it’d still be fresh and not go stale on us. But, if I’m gonna give ‘em the benefit of doubt and not assume they were kind of an asshole, they might be someone relatively new to Jack’s channel (even though they still could’ve done their research).

I know Jack mentioned that Anti was already becoming somewhat of a meme and that he wasn’t being taken as seriously before. I can see that it wasn’t something intentional on his part and in one aspect, I can agree with him that he might’ve been partially to blame on that. However, I don’t think reblogging stuff with him was the problem. Doing stuff like “Darkiplier vs Antisepticeye” certainly didn’t exactly help people take Anti serious though because let’s face it: If at one point Mark took the concept of Darkiplier as seriously as he does the dirt under his nails, why would Anti be taken seriously alongside that? That skit wasn’t meant to be taken seriously since it was pretty much just one big shitpost of dark personas and fuckin’ JAKE PAUL. You’re not gettin’ taken seriously with all that jazz in one video, though one could argue that it was also fanservice ‘cause lord knows there were people on here that wanted a Dark/Anti collab for some reason when neither Jack or Mark were enthusiastic about the concept.

And don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying Mark doesn’t take Darkiplier 2.0 seriously either, no disrespect to him because there was a good amount of work that went into creating him (and fucking up Wilford even more than he already was). He just did the opposite of Jack and created this version of Dark in his own image instead of it being open to interpretation and fan-based like Anti is. Though IMPO, it kinda feels like he was too little, too late when he finally decided to show interest so, his endeavors with Dark 2.0 this year almost feel a little disingenuous and almost spiteful. I admit, in the past, I’ve said Darkiplier 2.0 was scarier, but when I think about it more, I realize maybe it’s more of the concept of his personality that’s scarier than Dark 2.0′s actual visage or physical features. A social manipulator is more tangible in the real world because there are so many men and women out there around us with smiles on their faces and a lull in their voices; ready to fuck us over for their own personal gain and we’d never be any wiser to it unless we’re more discerning or until it’s too late. Whereas demons....much like curses and dark magic from the occult, are a thing of myth and fiction.....but I digress.

Also, as much as Jack wants Anti to be taken seriously, I think there will always be people that’ll find some sort of humor in him. It’s THE INTERNET. People will always find humor in something, even if there’s nothing there. But as such with real life, I suppose. In a way, maybe I also didn’t help. I know I’ve gone and referred to Anti as “Glitch Bitch” plenty of times, but it never came from a place of mockery. It was just an occasional nickname I used for him. However, I don’t know if that was considered to be memey either, so, still leaves me further confused.

But what makes Anti scary is how quick and unpredictable he is, especially using technology to his advantage. Showing up during a game playthrough, in the coding of video descriptions, at fucking conventions. He has the fans self-imploding at the single sight of zalgo text and a lot of them left in fear that he killed Dr. Schneeplestein or manipulated other Septicegos. Aside from being scary, he’s also fun to have around (though boy, it’s gonna take a while to get used to the brown hair again). You know how people like scary shit because they wanna be scared? Well, it’s like that. I wanna be scared, I wanna be excited. And Anti showing up has never failed to make that happen. Both Jack and Robin (’cause that guy needs more fucking credit with those editing skills of his) give Anti these little inflections, that certain “Je ne sais quoi” that makes him so unique.

It’s more than understandable if Jack wants to take a break from Anti for a bit. I still want Anti to be fun and exciting for him as well. I want Jack to get that same giddy buzz he got when he saw how everyone reacted to Anti at Pax East this year...because the second he gets bored with it, then he wouldn’t have the need or desire to do anything with him. Plus, he’d know we’d be able to tell if he wasn’t into it and that’s not something he’d want. Jack’s one of the most, if not, the most transparent Youtuber out there. He tries to be as genuine and upfront with us as he can. So, maybe we can ease up just a little on trying to predict Anti arrivals or seeing things that aren’t there or even making him feel guilty for being enthusiastic about something he, Robin, and the fans helped create. Let our boy reblog Anti-related stuff until his heart’s content. Give him time and let him decide when Anti comes back. Until then, we’ll be waiting for him. And knowing how Jack has a knack for great execution....I can’t wait to see what him and Robin will come up with next.

#westillfearanti #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #markiplier #darkiplier #darkiplier 2.0 #I really hope this doesn't deter Jack from wanting to do anything with Anti later on

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