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rexlmwxnderer · 7 months
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Suptober prompt: Day 3 - 'inspired'
Sam: I see where you look for inspiration, Dean. But, how is it glowing this bright?
*proceeds to inspect*
Dean: Ah... that's because this bad boy's got his angel mojo. Wanted to be accurate, y'know?
Sam: Hold on a second- actual angel grace? You... you used actual grace?
Dean: Yep.
Sam: *faints*
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Jack: Wow... that pumpkin sure looks a lot like you.
Cass: Huh...? *sees pumpkin for the first time* *gets nosebleed*
Dean: *proud*
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luverleaver · 6 months
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If you ever want to get me riled up just show me this picture and wave it around like I’m a dog
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ejzah · 2 months
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The Other Shoe, Part 13
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Before Kensi could completely fall apart, there was a knock on the door, and a familiar voice asked, “Hey, you mind some company?”
“Nell, Callen,” Kensi said, rushing to greet them. She hastily wiped at her eyes as she embraced Nell, and then took a step back. “You didn’t have to come.”
“Like we’d be anywhere else,” Nell scoffed gently. “Eric would have come, but he had a business call he couldn’t reschedule.
“And I always love seeing Sam on pain meds,” Callen added, patting Kensi’s back. “He gets very very laid back.”
“I thought he said he didn’t want anyone visiting.”
Callen nodded enthusiastically at Kensi’s comment. “Exactly. Coming for Deeks is the perfect excuse.”
Smiling at both of them, Kensi leaned in to hug Nell again. She didn’t know what she would have done without the entire team supporting them, but having Nell back had been the confident and shoulder to cry on she needed.
“Thanks, guy.” Heaving a sigh, she gestured at the single chair in the room. “The accommodations and they just took Deeks down, so it’s going to be a while.”
“Well, then let’s grab some coffee, take a walk, antagonize the nurses,” Callen shrugged. “I think I saw some unattended wheelchairs in the hallway.”
“Grisha, we talked about this: we don’t want to get kicked out,” Nell reminded him.
“Hey, I don’t play on getting caught.”
As much as Kensi appreciated the banter, she didn’t have the energy to join in. Or socialize. “I’m not sure I should leave. Just in case they have any updates, you know.”
“They’ll send you texts, right?” Nell asked, and Kensi nodded. “Then it’ll be good for you to get out for a little bit.”
She almost declined, but then she pictured spending the next 4 or 5 hours in this room. Constantly reminded of Deeks’ absence, worrying.
“Ok,” she sighed. “But I get the first ride on the wheelchair.”
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They ended up in the hospital’s poor excuse for a cafe with watery, bitter cups of coffee. What had started out as an attempt to distract Kensi, had devolved into rehashing every ridiculous and fantastical story involving Sam or Deeks they could think of.
“I thought for sure Sam wasn’t going to make it, but at the very last moment, he disarmed that bomb,” Callen recalled, shaking his head.
“A good thing since I was inside and Callen fighting off the driver,” Kensi commented.
“Sometimes I swear he takes his time just so he can show off his bomb expertise.”
“Yeah, he does love his bombs,” Nell agreed. She smiled, nudging Callen’s shoulder. “Hey, what about the first time Deeks brought Monty in to help find an explosive device?”
“We never knew thought it would actually work. When it did, Sam was furious to be shown up by a dog. And Deeks’ dog at that,” Kensi said, shaking her head.
“Things sure have changed,” Nell mused.
Callen made a soft sound, his gaze a little distant. “I don’t think any of us could have predicted that ten years later, one of them would be giving the other an organ.”
“A lot has changed since then.”
Nell drummed on the table with her knuckles, disrupting the solemn quiet that had fallen with the shift in conversation. “Ok, who wants more stale muffins?”
“Ooh, grab me a chocolate—”
“Mrs. Blye?” One of the nurses who’d taken Deeks to operating room approached the table.
Kensi stood up, the coffee in her stomach instantly souring and any levity of the last few hours evaporating. “Yes. Is everything ok? I didn’t get any texts. She fumbled for her phone, even though she’d just checked it a minute ago.
“Your husband and Mr. Hanna are both out of surgery. It went very well,” the nurse assured her, and Kensi stumbled back a step. Fortunately, Nell and Sam were there to brace her.
“Can we see them?”
“Mr. Deeks should be in recovery in about 20 minutes. You’ll have to wait until Mr. Hanna is awake since he requested no visitors earlier.”
“Thank you,” Kensi murmured. The nurse reached out and squeezed her hand, her smile comforting.
“You’re very welcome. Come up when you’re ready.”
With a final smile, she left.
Kensi pressed her hand to her mouth. She didn’t have words to express the dizzying relief she felt. Nell seemed to understand this, pulling Kensi down for a hug, her arms wrapping tightly around her waist.
“It’s over,” Nell whispered.
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A/N: Yay, Deeks finally has his new kidney! I anticipate a couple kore chapters for this one.
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hellverse · 8 months
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slow down
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punknatch · 1 year
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Something I love about the last of us is how the characters appreciate art and use it as a media to bring confidence, beauty, hope. They use it to make survival worth it, to bring life to a world almost dead
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sirjacobthomaskiszka · 10 months
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AHH
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starlooove · 3 months
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The tiktokers are dpxdcing
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zuzajs14 · 1 year
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While Sam strenuously tried not to think about the case, talking aloud about green Douglas firs and all their fucking history, genetics, and all kinds of awesomeness, Castiel carefully studied the map. The sheriff kindly marked with red marker pen the places where all five victims were found. He also handed them a copy of the case files, which for the time being they left in the room for later analysis.
"We are well on our way to the pond where one of the victims was drowned," Cas spoke, mercilessly interrupting Sam's guided lecture. An awkward silence fell, in which grim thoughts rang hard. And the drowned body was not the worst of the sights they had come to admire.
"Yeah. So what are we thinking so far?" prompted Dean, as it dawned on him that running away from the subject wasn't an option anymore. "Five different monsters?"
"Unlikely," countered Cas. Not even sparing him a look, the angel sped up and slid out to lead the way, guiding them down a narrow-trodden path. Despite the foolish hope that had ignited in Dean's heart during the wordless moments shared the previous evening, absolutely nothing had changed. The civilized conversation was still out of the question, let alone smiles or the seemingly casual rubbing of shoulders.
And hell, call him cheesy, but Dean really fucking wanted to hold Cas’ hand at that moment. The wood was creeping him out. A little bit of reassurance wouldn’t hurt anyone.
Stifling the taunt that was already on his tongue, Dean crossed his arms over his chest. Hey, a freaking win for his impulse control! That was something. Even if he was sending murderous looks after Cas, starting to dream about yelling his heart out. Not that it would be something he was able to do. He would end up screaming all the wrong things. As always.
And have fun!
Chapter two of my fic "There is salvation in the shadows" is up!
Happy Easter to all who celebrate!
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lunetaylina · 7 months
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“Four hall of Famers and Jake Guentzel” literally the new “plus Mark”
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“You can ship any of these 3 together!!” That is a gay man and a bisexual who are dating and their lesbian best friend
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how would you rewrite sam’s ending?
Caleana would have left with him penniless the minute he asked.
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ang3lik · 8 months
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jaw? dropped.
i actually need them both. like i’m going clinically insane over here.
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shutupdevvie · 9 months
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that video was such a perfect example of headache lane. i love it.
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makeartnotfriends23 · 10 months
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Just Max :)
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andtherestishistory13 · 10 months
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Last night I had a dream about Greta Van Fleet fussing at me for not drinking enough water.
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vilf-lover · 10 months
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hey erik, long time no see
so hot boi summer? how’s that goingggg
it’s so totally okay and fine and like no big deal because like he can take the time he needs and i’m not like desperate for an audio or anything hahahahahahaha
y’all i’m sorry it’s three am 😭
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