#balthazar was never something shorter than that

[thebiggestmenace]

yk something I find interesting is how Castiel became "Cas" to the other angels. we know he became Cas so quickly to the boys, but don't angels always call each other their full names? yet, Anna (and I think the ones at the playground) called him Cas

idk it's interesting to me. like, was this them acknowledging that Cas lost his need to serve Heaven and him gaining a sense of humanity?

#this is partially inspired by that one post about how “tiel” means “of the lord” #so was dean calling him cas the start of his defiance? #but also i am rewatching the show and noticed that anna called him cas #not immediately #but dont angels always call each other their full names? #zachariah was never zach #samandriel was never sam #balthazar was never something shorter than that #so i just find it inchresting #so very inchresting #rambling menace #menace watches supernatural #supernatural #spn #castiel #also tagging it as #destiel #because theres something in all this from dean #dean was the first to give him that nickname #anywho

[cobalttestament]

Tarathiel Character Intro

There's two versions of Tara's story, but they both begin in the same place.

Awakening late into the Cycle of Dusk, Tara was somewhat more withdrawn than most of her cohort, valuing time with others but rarely seeking it out. She was known for her regal bearing and fierce independent streak, briefly flirting with the Nightmare Court before quickly realizing that the way they treat their supposed lessers is far worse than the coddling of the Pale Mother.

As the undead threat to Caledon grew too large for her to ignore, Tara picked up a dagger and fought for the first time, deadly and untouchable as she seemed to dance with the elements around her. Her talent recognized, she was swiftly referred to the Vigil despite her protests, being placed under the tutelage of a gruff old warmaster who for all his efforts never could instill discipline into her. She had her respect for him, but she chaffed under the military structure of the Vigil, and quickly gave up her position, returning to Caledon.

A few weeks later, she was enlisted by a ranger in her cohort to rescue some animals from an Inquest experimentation lab. She instantly fell in love with one of the rescues, a red panda she calls Red but swears that that isn't his name. She feigns annoyance at the trouble he's always getting into, but can't hold back a smile whenever he's being silly.

As the campaign against the undead ramped up, Tara found herself unable to sit still when others were risking their lives, distinguishing herself at the Battle of Claw Island despite her lack of membership with any of the orders. She was invited to the meeting held afterwards, unexpectedly nominated as Commander of the Pact. She physically flees the meeting, terrified of the weight of that authority. Here is where the timeline splits. In one, another hero of the battle becomes the Commander. Tara falls into a slump, ashamed of herself for running away, from the pact and from the vigil. Unable to bear the judgment of those around her, she begins to travel the world, eventually coming across a troublingly named but friendly group hunting down wanted criminals in the Harathi Hinterlands. These self proclaimed Liars Cheats and Thieves took her in, she found a place for herself within it's much looser structure, acting along side but not directly under the command of the Pact in many of the crises that plagued Tyria. She finds this life enjoyable but not fulfilling, and finds herself longing for something more than the mercenary pay and casual friends she has with the Liars. In the other, Almorra and Trahearne follow her all the way to one of her old haunts in Caledon, and plead with her to take on this role that nobody else but her could possibly fill. Reluctantly, and with dread in her heart, she accepts. Tara, not the least because she expected to be, makes for a terrible Commander. She is rash, hyper-aware of the gap in competence between her and the combatants she commands, and vague when communicating, often frustrated with others failing to quickly grasp things she finds intuitive. She fights alone more often than not, often radio silent long enough to frustrate those around her. More than once she's tried to abandon the role, but keeps getting dragged back into it by her own guilt, the tempers of those around her shorter and shorter every time. This escalated after her death at the hands of Balthazar and subsequent revival, coming to truly resent the position she finds herself in but unable to resign from it. Aurene is the one bright spot in her life, and she cares fiercely for the dragon as a daughter.

In both timelines, Tarathiel has mastered all elementalist disciplines but prefers the style of a Weaver as it fits most with her dancer's grace in battle. She often wonders if she'd be happier having never picked up a blade, and holds a special resentment against the Risen for leading her down the path of war. She has a regal but unpretentious air about her, a loud voice but not an unkind one. She can often be found in Arborstone or around the Lion's Arch fountains when she's not hiding in her secluded places or out fighting for the sake of the world.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 oc #sylvari #tarathiel aeylnn #gw2 fanfic #does this count as fanfic? I'm not 100% sure #either way it was in my head and I needed to get it out and the gaping maw of tumblr was right there waiting

[outeremissary]

🍓 for Caina and 🍓 for Balthazar

CAINA POSTING?! CAINA POSTING?! Harper I have YEARS of random bullshit Caina trivia oh my god

Caina's a fantastic cook but a terrible baker. Baking annoys him. He hates how limited it feels- everything has to be so precise and so careful and so much of it has to be done with an oven. What a fucking pain! At the end you don't even get something filling. Cooking is something practical, versatile, and full of artistry. Plus, it makes him feel connected to home. He learned from his grandmother, and before his exile his baby sister Cailo used to follow him around and "help" whenever he was making something. Making something for yourself can make anywhere feel at least a little like a home. He hates spicy food and refuses to make it. His favorite sweet is honey; he dislikes sugary sweetness. He'd probably be a good house spouse if he wasn't such a gifted killer and so bent on wallowing in his sorrow.

Caina's obnoxiously good at darts and playing him is a sure way to get absolutely wiped. Badly. Humiliatingly. Your friends laugh at you for the rest of the night badly. On the other hand, he's terrible at cards. He's got a keen strategic mind and can read any bluff, but he's so bad at concealing his own feelings that it doesn't take much to outmaneuver him. He can't cheat at all either. He's got the sleight of hand ability but not the social panache.

Caina's first language is a very distinct dialect of Elvish; not all linguists consider it to be Elvish and it uses a different writing system from standard Elvish. His accent in Elvish is overwhelmingly strong. By comparison, his Common is much more standard (although he tends to speak in a very vulgar way). He didn't learn Common until several years after his exile began. The learning curve was very steep. By the way, Lilindel isn't the surname he was born with. It's a corruption of his clan designation, Lilin dai lae. He got tired of people mispronouncing it and simply opted for something simpler for Common speakers.

His favorite books are trashy adventure stories and bodice rippers. He's got simple tastes. High literature annoys him; he feels that many literary authors spend too long wallowing in their own prose to get anywhere interesting. In terms of oral storytelling, he's inherited a rich tradition which he values very highly. He can carry on the Lay of the Warbird for hours and hours.

that's enough Caina I can go on infinitely about him

It was mentioned on Twitter once, I believe, but Balthazar has gone by several names in the past; some aliases, some just the long and messy process of settling on a favorite. The name he settled on doesn't retain the surname he was born with; "Lucienne" is entirely his own fabrication. Despite that, it has deep sentimental value to him and carries something important.

Balthazar's preference for high heels is only partly a fashion statement (though it is not an insignificant part!). He's actually rather insecure about his height and likes to feel taller. His heels are flashy without seeming desperate and make him feel a bit more confident. His height was inherited from his father, by the way- his mother was supposedly rather tall. Balthazar is slightly shorter than his father.

He's never met his mother and has no particular desire to.

#caina is the most beloved child of my heart he haunts the narrative (my life) #caina lilindel #balthazar lucienne #ask game #camelliagwerm #userharps #ask me emithing #I got lost in the CoS sauce here

[heloflor]

Dependence

AO3 link

When they got banned from time-travel, they acted as if nothing had changed. They kept any issues buried deep within themselves, worried of what a rift between them could cause in this new situation that lacked so much of their former stability. But after splitting up for a month, after traveling to space, after all the turmoil from their separation, it was made obvious that nothing was the same. And if they wanted to go on, if they wanted to stay united, they needed to make things right.

Note : A short fic I started back in August, since I keep mentioning how Dakota has some dependence issues but never directly address it. So here’s something about it. I’m actually glad I ended up taking my time to finish it because I was able to put in more ideas this way (it would have been much shorter had it been made back in summer). Also, this fic feels directly connected to an older I made called “Nightmares” so that’s always as plus.

As per usual in my work, Cavendish and Dakota are an old married couple.

Enjoy !

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It was a beautiful new day.

Vinnie woke up from his most peaceful slumber in weeks. Opening his eyes, he found himself back into his “apartment”, his first night here after staying several days at Doctor D.’s place. Just like about a month ago, the space next to him was empty. But unlike those sleepless nights, putting a hand on the sheets, he could feel the warmth of the man that had been laying by his side only a few moments ago. He smiled.

Everything was finally getting back to normal.

 Vinnie stretched, put his glasses on and stood up, letting his back crack with a grunt. While he was cursing the unpleasant mattress, the office door opened and Vinnie couldn’t stop the enormous smile that spread across his face as he approached the newcomer.

“Hey.”, he greeted.

“Good morning.”, Balthazar replied. The tall man was fresh out of the shower and already fully dressed. Vinnie waited for Balth to close the door before getting face-to-face with him, his smile never faltering as he lifted his glasses out of the way. The taller man was quick to close the gap between them, pressing his lips against his husband’s for a morning kiss.

When Balth pulled away, Vinnie immediately took him in his arms. The shorter man held on tight. After all the nights spent alone in this very room, having his partner back made him feel like he was in a dream, and letting go of the taller man would drag Vinnie back to the painful reality he had tried to escape for the past month.

Balthazar hugged his partner back, a hand playing with his hair. Vinnie let out a contented sigh. Oh, how much he had missed this…

 They stayed in their embrace until Vinnie’s grip lessened, prompting his husband to gently pull away. For a moment, they just stayed standing there, looking into each other’s eyes. Noticing that Balth’s hands were on his shoulders, Vinnie couldn’t help but plant a kiss on one of them before caressing it with his own hand. The short man felt like he could stay like this forever. Just him and Balth, together, loving each other without having to worry about anything else. The world could disappear around them and he wouldn’t care. As long as Balthazar were here, he couldn’t be happier.

But ultimately, Balthazar let go of him and went to his desk instead, where already laid his morning tea. Vinnie soon followed him. While eating hadn’t been that much of a problem these last few weeks, the prospect of finally sharing breakfast with his husband again made it a thousand times more appealing than it ever did. With butterflies in his stomach, he joined his partner on the morning routine he had longed to have again.

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  “So, what should we do today ?”, Vinnie asked as he sunk into the couch, now fully dressed. After the news of Balthazar going rogue spread throughout B.O.T.T., Mr. Block gave them a day off to let the taller man rest. “We can go out or laze around all day. Your call.”

While Vinnie felt relaxed, he took notice of the nervous and pensive expression his partner had as he stood in front of him.

“Cavendish ? You’re with me ?”

“…Actually Dakota, I think…”, Balth paused, took a deep breath, and looked at his partner with a grave expression. “Vinnie, we need to talk.”

Vinnie’s smile dropped. “I knew you’d say that.”, he sighed. “Alright then. If you want to talk, then talk. Why did you leave like that ? What-why did you have to mess with my memory ? Why didn’t you tell me anything about what was going on ?”

Balthazar was clearly taken aback by the questions, making the shorter man frown. What, did Balth expect Vinnie to be the one who had to explain himself ?

Anger flashed through the taller man’s eyes. “I did what I had to do.”, he protested. “No one believed me, you refused to support me or at the very least take me seriously, and someone’s life was potentially on the line ! I had no other choice but to do this alone.”

“You could’ve died.”

“I knew what I was doing.”

“Did you ?”, Vinnie argued. Rage was already building up inside him. “So you knew exactly what you were doing when you got stuck in ice for days ?”

“I…”, Balth crossed his arms defensively. “That was one mistake.”

“One fatal mistake !”

“I know, alright !”, Balthazar yelled. “I’m well-aware of that ! But it was still only one mistake ! I only lost focus once ! And before that, I spent an entire month living on my own without any such incident occurring ! I had to deal with bears and wolves with constant hunger and tiredness and stress, but I still made it out alive !”

“It doesn’t change the fact that you almost DIED !”, Vinnie yelled back. He stood up, glaring at his partner with a mix of anger and dread. “What if the kids hadn’t be here, hm !? What if something worse had happened !? W-what were we supposed to do then !? What was I supposed to do !? I didn’t even KNOW where you were !”

“You know very well I couldn’t contact you ! I know you, Vinnie ! Reaching out for you would have only made things worse !”

“But what if I-“

“CAN WE PLEASE JUST STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS !?”, Vinnie closed his mouth immediately. While he kept staring angrily at his partner, he forced himself to stay silent and sat back down. Balthazar never screamed like that without a good reason. “I KNOW that I messed up ! I KNOW how stupid and irresponsible I’ve been ! But it’s not-!...”, the taller man deflated. “This isn’t…this isn’t what I wanted to talk about.”

“Then what is ?”, Vinnie spat. “Because I don’t see what else is the problem here !”

“I wanted to talk about you.”

“…Excuse me ?”, at that point, the shorter man was seriously considering just walking out to blow off some steam. In the meantime, Balthazar could go throw his dumb accusations along with all the trash they’ve been collecting all winter. He wasn’t responsible for the man’s decision to go rogue !…was he ?

“Back in the ship, while you and the children were sleeping, I had a talk with Professo-, with Doofenshmirtz.”

  Oh

  Oh no

   “You asked Doctor D. about me ? Why ?!”, it was Vinnie’s turn to get defensive. He knew exactly where this talk was going.

“I was worried for you.”, Balthazar explained. “You seemed so tired yesterday, even before our effort to save Octalia. You looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks ! Which I learned isn’t so far from the truth.”, at Vinnie’s lack of reaction, his scolding’s expression softened. Balth went to sit next to his husband, trying to meet his fleeing gaze. “What happened ?”, he gently asked, a hand on Vinnie’s shoulder.

“I’m fine.”, the short man grumbled, jerking Balth’s hand away.

“Vinnie-“

“I’m fine Balth, I swear ! Everything’s fine !”, he heard the taller man sigh at his stubbornness.

“Is that truly what you call ‘being fine’ ?”, confused by what the man meant, Vinnie turned towards him. Balthazar was glancing at Vinnie’s desk where still laid…oh jeez…

Vinnie’s desk was still filled with missing posters, as the shorter man had tried to make as many as possible, not knowing how much he could put around town. And on Balthazar’s side of the room, his board had now a map of Danville attached to it, covered in red marker. When Vinnie had started his search, he used the map to cross which places he had already gone to. But as the weeks went on…he lost his temper on the map, covering the whole thing in red scribbles. Truth be told, the map wasn’t the only thing he lashed out on that day…

 Of course, when Balthazar came back home with him yesterday, he took quick notice of the mess in the room. No matter how much the shorter man tried to dismiss it, he could tell that his partner spent the whole evening disturbed by it. And now here they were, with Balth wishing to address the elephant in the room…

“Doofenshmirtz told me you had gotten desperate.”, Balthazar continued. “He said you barely slept at night, that you kept talking about me, that most of your time was spent sulking and eating when you weren’t obsessing over finding me.”

“I…”, Vinnie didn’t find the strength to face his partner’s concerned expression. “I was just worried about you. Is that a crime ?”

“…There is a difference between being worried and…well, all of that.”

“tsk”

“Vinnie I-“

“You do realize that ‘all that’ is because you didn’t try to reach out once, right ?”, the short man spatted. “How would you feel if I was suddenly gone for weeks with my phone clearly still on but never tried to contact you ? Wouldn’t you be worried then ? Wouldn’t you try your goddamn best to do anything to find me, at least to get an explanation ?”

“I…”, it was Balthazar’s turn to look away, glancing down at his now-joined hands. “Of course I would be worried.”, he whispered. “If anything happened to you, I’ll-…”, Vinnie noticed the man fidgeting with his hands, twirling his ring with two fingers.

 Vinnie thought back of their entire discussion, of what Balth was accusing him of. His partner was worried about his recent behavior, but that was also something he admitted he would do had the roles been reversed. While Vinnie wasn’t sure where Balth was trying to get to, one thing seemed to be obvious.

 “It’s not just about last month, is it ?”

“…It is not.”, Balth confessed. “There…there is indeed something else, something we should have discussed months ago.”, he gave the shorter man a glance. Vinnie just stared at him in silence, prompting him to continue. “…You see, when I had that talk with Doofenshmirtz, he mentioned something that… troubled me.”, Vinnie let out a humming noise to let his partner know he had his full attention. “He said that the two of you worked on several inventions to try and find me, and all of them led you to Danville’s woods. But everytime you reached those woods, you would refuse to continue. You told him several times that you believed his invention to be broken, or that I wouldn’t be able to survive on my own. He…he also said you were terrified to find me dead, and that you would rather never know than find a corpse in the woods…You even…he said you even told him hundreds of ways I could’ve died out there…or were they things you already saw…?”

 So that was what it was all about !

 “Guess we forgot to talk about it last fall, uh ?”, Vinnie asked numbly. He rested his head against the couch, knowing that Balth was far from finished.

“We did.”, the taller man replied. He was now looking ahead of him, as if reviving the memories of that day. “When we stumbled across that island of yours, when we defeated the pistachions…we should’ve talked about all this. We needed to talk about this. But then the next day we had to send our report and we got fired and…”, Balth paused to take a deep breath. “When we got stuck in this time-period, I didn’t want to bring it up. I was afraid of what hardships awaited us and believed we needed to stay united at all costs. I was hurt that you kept such a secret from me, but I thought it was in our best interest to let it slide. Then you started having even more nightmares and became much more protective towards me, to the point of calling me every hour whenever I would go out without you. Again, I refused to address it. I thought you simply had trouble adjusting to our new situation, that you would get over yourself after a few weeks. But our lives only got worse and I started getting frustrated with everything and your presence became more and more suffocating and…and then I was the one to keep my intentions secret from you and create distance between us. And the only thing I learned from the experience is that everything that happened with this island is still affecting you deeply.”, Balthazar turned back towards his partner, his expression filled with a mix of seriousness and intense worry. “We need to talk about this.”

“…I’m…I’m not sure what you want to hear.”, Vinnie pointed out.

“Wha- do you serous- What do you think I want to hear ?! I need to know about everything, Vinnie !”, Balthazar suddenly lost any composure he previously had, or at least pretended to have. “You need to tell me about all this ! Just- how many secrets like that do you hide from me ?! How long have you been doing this ?! Why did you start doing this ?! Is it-is this all related to your nightmares ?!”, tears started to fall from the man’s eyes.

“hey, hey, Balth, I-“, Vinnie tried to reach out to console him, only for the taller man to slap his hand away.

“THIS ISN’T ABOUT ME, VINNIE ! THIS IS ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE FEELING !”, Balthazar started sobbing. “EIGHTEEN YEARS ! EIGHTEEN YEARS I’ve been living with you ! Eighteen YEARS I’ve seen you deal with nightmares almost every night and be secretive about it without ever trying to get better ! All these years, I’ve seen you act strange during missions and always chose to dismiss it ! I TRIED to be there for you, to help you any way I could, to find a way to make it all better, and you just kept and kept pushing me away ! I tried to respect your wishes and be patient ! I though you would open up to me eventually, that you would FINALLY tell me what’s wrong ! But instead, I had to force the answers out of you after finding your secret MYSELF ! And even then, you STILL refuse to open up about ANYTHING !-”

“…

…Balth, I…”, Vinnie could only watch as Balthazar broke down crying. The shorter man felt riddled with guilt. All this time, he had been well aware of his partner’s tendency to worry about him. It wasn’t just a question of fussing over any injury big or small. Every morning following a night filled with nightmares, Balthazar would try to get Vinnie to talk about it. More than once had Vinnie seen the man get frustrated over his dismissive answers. Even years after the beginning of their relationship, after Balthazar had given up trying to get answers out of him, the taller man hadn’t been able to prevent himself from making comments about Vinnie’s secrecy.

But this…never had Vinnie thought his silence would impact his partner so much. While he constantly suffered from keeping those things to himself, he never thought Balth would be so affected. His husband had bottled up so much over the years, all because he trusted Vinnie and wanted to let the man find peace on his own…

 And it was now all crashing down right in front of Vinnie’s guilty eyes.

 “Am I that bad of a partner ? Is that it ?”, Balth continued in-between sobs. “Am I so insufferable-did I hurt you so much that you deem me untrustworthy ?”

“What ?! No no no ! Balth ! It’s-it’s not like that !”, Vinnie immediately tried to soothe. The last thing he wanted was dragging Balthazar’s self-esteem down by making him believe the shorter man loathed him. And yet, with how long Vinnie had chosen to hide things from him, who knew how long his partner had started to believe that he wasn’t a good enough husband…Vinnie shook the thought away. Seeing his partner in such a state was already making him hate himself enough, he didn’t need to add his overthinking into the mix. “You’re a wonderful husband ! I swear ! I-there isn’t anybody else I would want to share the rest of my life with ! I love you Balth. I really d-“

“Then WHY ?! Why keeping everything to yourself ?! I’m your partner ! Your SPOUSE ! I should be there for you ! I WANT to be there for you ! So just-”, Balthazar looked at Vinnie with pleading eyes. “Will you just…just-talk to me for ONCE in your goddamn life !”

“…I…”, Vinnie fell silent for a moment, unsure if he was waiting for his partner to calm down or if he just found himself unable to talk with all the guilt he was drowning in. He used this time to try and mentally rank the things he needed to say based on how important they were and what would ease Balth the best first. Eventually, he found his words again.

 “If…if you want to know about me having other secrets…the island was the only thing I hid from you. Of course, I did a few questionable things when we were time agents but…there isn’t a single thing that comes close to what I did all these years to keep you alive. I-I have nothing else to hide. I’m not hiding anything else to you. I promise.”

“How…how long ?”, Balthazar asked while trying to get his breath under control. “How long have you been doing this ?”

“…Almost as long as we’ve known each other, I think.”, Vinnie shrugged sadly. “While I don’t remember the exact date, I still-I don’t think I could ever forget that day. It was that one time there was a killer in some woods attacking the villages nearby and we had to investigate and stop him. I’m not sure if you remember ?”

“…Maybe…”, Balthazar looked at nothing again, searching in his memory.

“Well, in what you probably remember, we stayed together that day and took the guy out. But in the original timeline…we split up, and the guy attacked us one by one. I managed to fight back long enough for him to change targets but…”, Vinnie couldn’t continue. Being the very first, that particular death had been the hardest for him, and he’d rather forget all about it.

“I…I see.”, Balthazar wiped his tears away.

“Please-please don’t ever tell anyone at B.O.T.T. about this.”, Vinnie urgently added, looking his partner in the eyes. Having no more connection to the agency didn’t stop him from worrying about what B.O.T.T. could do. “You know about the procedure for time anomalies. So if-if they ever find out what your first death is…”

Balthazar nodded as an answer, which reassured the shorter man a little. At least, he knew Balth didn’t want to lose his life, not when he still had so many years before him.

“When…when did the nightmares started ?”, Balthazar continued. Vinnie found himself relax at the prospect of simply answering the questions his partner could ask. He’d rather do that instead of having to come up with how to break it all down to him.

“If-if I remember well, it didn’t start immediately. Your first deaths weren’t really…back-to-back, you know ? At first, I thought it had only been a one-time thing. But then it happened again. And again.”, Vinnie took a short pause before continuing. “I was pretty terrified at first. I tried taking every precaution to make sure B.O.T.T. wouldn’t find out. But at the same time, I wasn’t even sure I knew what I was doing. My first nightmares were about B.O.T.T. finding your corpse and killing you permanently by the way.”

“So you…you had different kinds of nightmares ?”, Vinnie was surprised by how horrified Balthazar looked. He thought the man would have realized that by now. Then again, it wasn’t like Vinnie ever told him what the topic of his nightmares were.

“Yeah. At first, it was about B.O.T.T. finding out the truth. Then, when we started dating, I got scared of you finding out. I dreamed about you being furious and dumping me, only for you to die again.”

“Why would I reject you for saving my life ?”

“Well…god this is so stupid but…you always talked about following the rules and all that jazz. So I thought that, if you learned you were supposed to be dead…you wouldn’t want to make a mess of the timeline I guess…Then, I was also afraid that you’d be angry at me for toying with your life without telling you. Which I guess you are angry for.”

Balthazar didn’t reply, instead keeping up with his line of questioning. “Have your nightmares changed afterwards ?”

“…Quite a lot, yeah. When-when we started getting serious, I stopped being so worried about breaking up. But then, you started dying more and more and…you know all those nights I woke up screaming your name ? I basically spent more than a decade dreaming about the worse deaths I had to see you go through. Sometimes…sometimes, my mind would even twist the reality. Those are the worse nights. On top of seeing you die, I’m unable to go back. It’s…”, Vinnie trailed off.

“Do you…do you still have such dreams ?”, Balthazar tried putting a hand on Vinnie’s shoulder again. The short man took it in his own, interlocking their fingers. That was when he noticed how both of their hands were shaking.

“Why do you think I started having even more nightmares since we got stuck in this time-period with no way of going back in time ?”, Vinnie murmured. He felt Balth’s thumb gently rub his hand.

 A heavy silence fell between the two. At some point, Vinnie let his head rest on Balthazar’s shoulder. The short man wasn’t sure if he should say something or not. While his partner’s deaths were something he was used to at that point, he had no way of knowing how well Balthazar was taking it. The guilt came back as Vinnie thought about what he was putting his husband through. He knew that the taller man was already both physically and mentally exhausted from his journey to find that spaceship and save the abductee. And now, his partner had to put up with letting out all the worry Vinnie had made him feel for the past two decades…

No wonder Balth lost it ! To think a few moments ago, his partner was convinced that he was the one to cause trouble in this relationship…

 “…Vinnie ?”

“hmm ?”

“Why…why did you do it ? Why did you start sacrificing yourself for me ?”

“Isn’t that obvious ?”, Vinnie chuckled sadly. “I love you. I’d do anything for you.”

“Did you already love me when you first saved me ?”

“I’m…not sure, actually. It was a long time ago. But…”, despite everything, he found himself smile. “Even then, I already knew there was something truly special about you. You were so different and special compared to anyone I ever met before…I didn’t want to lose that. I didn’t want to lose you.”

Balthazar didn’t immediately reply. Instead, he let go of Vinnie’s hand, opting to rub his back.

“You know,”, Vinnie decided to continue. “whenever I say I’d do anything for you, I really mean it. If you asked me to leave my current life behind and start a brand-new one with you, far away from here, I’ll do it. I’ll stand by your side and keep your safe and sound against any threat. I’d be willing to sacrifice everything for you. I already kind of did I guess.”, he shook his head. “Point is, I love you more than anything, Balth. Nothing is more important to me than you are. And…well…I’m sorry for not being honest with you all those years. I just….I was so afraid to lose you…I don’t-I don’t think I could go on if you’re not here with me. My life would be completely meaningless without you.”

 “…

…Vinnie…I…”, Balthazar looked like he just had a sudden realization.

“Balth ?”

“…Are you…”, the tall man took a deep breath. “Listen. Don’t get me wrong, I love you as well. You are a wonderful man, and I could never dream for a better spouse. I would be willing to do anything to help and protect you as well. But…Vinnie, I never thought about it much before but…now that you mention it, what do you want out of your life ?”

“What do you mean ?”, Vinnie glanced at the taller man in confusion.

“Do you have any goals ? Is there nothing you wish to accomplish ? After all, I’ve known for a while now that you didn’t care that much about your rank when we were time-agents. And even now, you don’t seem to care about how bad our job is. Do you really have no ambition ? No desire to accomplish anything ?”

“I…”, the short man took a long moment to think. What did he want out of his life ? That was a question he hadn’t thought in decades. “I mean, I guess getting a better job would be nice. I’d be more than glad if we get promoted but…I don’t need much in general, you know ? Just hanging out with you, having some fun…it’s enough for me to be happy. I don’t need more than that.”

“…”, the taller man was pensive.

“Balthazar ? Hon ?”

“What if something happened to me ? What would you do then ?”

“Nothing’s going to happen to you, I’ll make sure of that.”, Vinnie gripped Balth’s hand tightly as he talked. “We’ll stand together now. And what happened last month will never happen again.”, Balthazar looked at him in worry. “I’m serious, Balth.”

“I know you are, and that’s what’s concerning me.”

“I’m starting to really wonder what you want from me here.”, Vinnie pointed out. Aside from letting the taller man know what happened for all those years behind his back, it felt like this talk was going nowhere.

“What I want is for you to tell me what you want.”, Balth explained. “All this time…it seems that the only thing you did was care about my wants. You kept following my dreams, you kept doing anything to protect me, you gave up your own life several times…just so you could please me. Even now, you just admitted that you would give up everything for me. So I’m asking you, Vinnie : what do you want to do in life ? What would make you happy ?"

“…I…I-I don’t know. I-I like seeing you happy and fine and all but…I just don’t know…”

Vinnie found himself at a loss of words. For the first time in years, he tried to find something, anything he wanted that had nothing to do with his husband. But his mind drew a total blank. The only thing he could think of was his old desire to have a child of his own. That was a dream he gave up long ago, because Balthazar didn’t like young children and would never see himself with one…There were also his passion for animals or his thrill for adventure, but it wasn’t like it could lead to anything in his current life. Same for his liking towards music or food. Overall, there was just nothing in his life. Nothing but his desire to be by his partner’s side. Even when the man had gone rogue, Vinnie hadn’t been able to think of anything but the taller man.

 “Vinnie ?”, the shorter man turned towards his partner, who was glancing at him with sad eyes. “I…I sincerely believe you need help. Outside help.”

“You mean like a therapist ? I tried that once, remember ?”, he tried to shrug the idea off.

“That was years ago. And only for your nightmares, may I add. If you opened up to someone else about all the things that trouble you, I’m sure they could help.”

“What am I even supposed to tell them ? How-would they even believe me ? I mean, having a hundred versions of yourself, being a time-traveler…that’s not really the kind of stuff you see everyday.”

“Well, the least we could do is try.”, Balth insisted. “Besides, I heard quite a few rumors about this time-period’s Danville. It seems that a lot of things happen around here.”, Vinnie didn’t respond, prompting his partner to sigh in frustration. “You know Vinnie, I have gone to therapy myself quite a few times in my life. It’s not a perfect solution to everything, but it sure had helped me deal with my emotions.”

“I don’t think someone who barely knows me can give me a life purpose, Balth.”, Vinnie retorted. “Also, we’re pretty short on money right now.”

“How about seeing it that way, then.”, Vinnie was surprised by how frustrated Balth was getting. At the same time, it reassured him to see the man get his spunk back. “I want you to seek advice from a professional. It would make me happy to know that you’re getting help. If you don’t want to do it for yourself, at least do it for me. And for my own sanity. As I said earlier, I did find you a lot more protective recently, stiflingly so. And while I understand where you’re coming from, I’m not sure how long I can deal with that. So please go talk to someone about those issues ! Do it for me, help yourself to help me. Is that what you want to hear ?”

 Vinnie opened his mouth to protest, but he couldn’t find any counter to Balthazar’s argument. “Fine.”, he begrudgingly agreed. “I’ll talk with a therapist about how I revolve my own life around you and can’t stand you being away for more than a few hours since we got stuck here because I saw you die over and over again. Happy ?”

“Very.”, Balthazar planted a kiss on Vinnie’s head before standing up, heading towards the back of the room.

 “Where are you going ?”

“Looking for the nearest office that could take you.”, Balth replied as he grabbed the phone resting on his desk.

“What, have you been planning this or something ?”

“A little.”, his partner admitted. “At least since yesterday night, when I came home and saw the state of this room.”, he went back to the couch, crouching in front of his husband and taking his hands. “Things have been difficult for us ever since we got banned from our time-period. We already had unspoken issues beforehand. It was foolish of us to believe we could sweep it all under the rug.”

“Balth-“

“I want to make things better, Vinnie. I want to mend our relationship. I want to make sure we stand together, on equal footing. But we can’t deal with our current issues if we don’t fix the former ones. I’m not saying that I’m perfect either. I’m well aware of how much hurt I put you through recently, and I couldn’t apologize enough for it. But for now, we need to unpack everything that has happened to you for all those years.

I want you to get better. I need you to get better. No more nightmares. No more constant fear of losing me. I need you to let go of the past. I need you to trust me. I…I can be incredibly careful if you need me to. I would do anything to reassure you if it helps you get better. But I need you to meet me halfway.”

“I…I get it Balth. I-I swear.”, Vinnie cupped his partner’s cheek. “We’ll be okay. I-I’ll be okay.”

Balthazar nodded, grabbed Vinnie’s face and kissed the shorter man who let out a contented sigh at the gesture. Then, the taller man went back to his phone.

 “We’re going to set things right.”, Balth mumbled mostly to himself. “Things aren’t going to be easy, but we can make it work. We always made it work. This is no different.”

Vinnie smiled at his husband’s optimism. Despite how the conversation turned out, he already felt like a weight was lifted off his chest. Of course, things weren’t going to change just like that. When he closed his eyes for more than a second, Vinnie could picture a hundred ways his partner lost his life.

He had a long way to go if he wanted to detach himself from his husband. After all, despite how much he hated his current job, he was pretty contented in life and felt happy. He didn’t need a goal like Balthazar did to feel like he had a good life. But his partner was right. His feelings towards him weren’t healthy, to the point of even suffocating Balthazar enough for him to run away on his own. He had to control his thoughts. He had to learn to live his own life, and let his partner live his.

For Balthazar’s sake. And for his own.

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Note : A small thing I’d like to point out, even though two of the reasons for it are already said in the fic : about Cavendish getting so emotional and breaking down crying; on one hand it may seem out of character, but at the same time, there are a few things to consider :

1. This fic takes place the day RIGHT AFTER the ending of season 2. The characters came back home in the middle of the night, went to sleep and then this fic happens. Meaning that Cavendish just spent an ENTIRE month living on his own in the woods, followed by two weeks stuck in ice. This man is EXHAUSTED, both physically and mentally. And a few hours of sleep didn’t fix it. So when confronted with something that truly gets to him, he just can’t keep his composure for too long.

2. This is an issue the two had had for YEARS. And as said, Cavendish bottled up a lot of his worries in hopes of Dakota finally opening up to him.

3. During the two weeks spent in ice, Cavendish had nothing better to do than reflect on his recent actions and his life in general. And since Dakota is someone he absolutely adores and spent two decades with, it would be hard for Cav not to think about him. Hence the things that Cavendish says at the end of the fic. Those are thoughts he had had the time to process these past two weeks.

4. In general I have a tendency to take Cavendish’s insecure and emotional side and crank it up a bit. So that emotional side of him is definitely also from the way I imagine the character, even though it’s not that close to canon. I just really enjoy his soft side and want to see it shine more often. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#Milo Murphy's Law #mml #Dakavendish #Vinnie Dakota #Balthazar Cavendish #Rogue Arc #my fanfics #death mention #mml S3 ; aka 'Dakota go to therapy' challenge #seriously these two need help #I wish Dakota's trauma was shown more in the show #I mean sure he becomes very protective in S2 #but they could have made it a bit more obvious during the Rogue Arc #like point out that his anger towards Doof is due to his fear of Cav possibly dying any moment #so he has no patience for anything #hurt/comfort #angst #re-readung it I'm actually pretty happy on how this one turned out #the change of topic in the last few paragraphs are maybe a bit too fast #but I'm happy with the part with Cav loosing it #which makes me think it's REALLY a good thing I took so long to finish it #because the whole breakdown scene is from something random I imagined about Doof making an inator that made the group get into Dak's head #and see his nightmares ; then Cav and Dak go home with Dak shutting down and Cav crying about how Dak is suffering but never tells him #(no I have no intention of writing this scenario; my brain keeps coming up with stuff that has to do with Doof and inators but it's all dumb

[hawkland]

Destiel fic recs (round #4) + commentary

Time for another (mostly) Destiel fic rec round-up post before my bookmarks get out of control! This one’s a mix of longer and some shorter fics (or series thereof), no particular theme except I guess a lot of angst, hurting Cas, and all the other things that tickle my Id. Several Season 9 human!Cas divergence fics, plus some later season angst-fests and rewrites.

In the Shadow of your Wings by Enochian Things (Salr323) (52k) The first of two fics by this author which I absolutely fell in love with! Canon-divergence from the end of Season 11. Cas finds himself blasted to Naples, Italy by the banishing sigil in the bunker and he stumbles — almost literally — into a sexy, delightful Italian Man of Letters, Luca. When he makes his way back to the bunker and finds Dean still alive, he tries to confess his feelings but Dean panics and shuts him down. Cas goes back in Italy soon thereafter and ends up beginning a relationship with Luca, much to Dean’s chagrin. Meanwhile Sam is still missing and it turns out there may be some dangerous individuals who are out for Cas more so than even the Winchesters. 

I loved everything about this fic so much - Luca is an amazing OC, the Naples and London locations are wonderfully evoked and took me straight back to places I’d been. The angst, the pacing, the plotting and the eventual Dean/Cas getting together are all amazing and this is definitely on my re-read in the future list.

The rest of my recs below the cut!

My heart is beating from me by Enochian Things (Salr323) (55k) The other fic by this author that I literally inhaled in one day! Season 9 Human!Cas canon divergence. It’s been months since Sam and Dean have heard from Cas, and when they do, it’s in the form of a wedding invitation. Cas is getting married to Daphne - the woman who “rescued” him and named him Emmanuel when he’d lost all his memories post-Leviathans. It seems Cas went back to her while on his own and they’ve rekindled their relationship...whatever it is. Dean just knows something isn’t right about her, so he sets out to investigate and try to figure out WTF Cas is doing before it’s too late. 

This story is so, so good! The case Dean gets Cas to come along on is unique and provides a neat investigation subplot, but what’s so especially wonderful is the explanation the author gives of who Daphne really is — and why she’d been so cool about just having a strange man with no memories move in to be her “husband” (and then want to marry him for real a couple years later, after he’d vanished from her life!) In fact it’s so brilliant I’m basically accepting it as my Daphne headcanon from now on and I don’t want to spoil it. The fic is also great in exploring Cas still struggling with understanding human emotions, customs and etiquette, Sam is A Very Good Friend, and Dean is, well, Dean. (I’m just sad this author hasn’t written more SPN fics because what they have is just brilliant.)

The wilderness. by orange_crushed (8k) Wonderful, shorter Season 9 canon divergence fic by an author who consistently makes me happy. Human!Cas leaves the bunker with a few things to get off the ground from Dean and directions to connect with Garth...but he ditches that plan to try to find his way on his own. It’s wonderfully detailed about the basic struggles of survival, finding work, making ends meet and trying to make some new friends...and why it’s important for him to prove he can make it on his own before he’s willing to welcome Dean (back) into his life.

I Through My Window See by deHavilland (26k) This is an interesting one, written well before we had canon human!Cas in Season 9. Canon-divergence in which Cas remains human after they avert the apocalypse in Season 5. Sam and Dean set him up in an apartment in Sioux Falls and then...just kind of abandon him there. He spends most of a year just barely existing before a visit from Sam finally stirs him out of his inertia and depression, to eventually get a job and also start hunting on his own. This is an interesting read, if just to see an author exploring the idea of human!Cas abandoned by Dean a few years before it actually...ended up becoming canon! I love how Cas is written in this (it’s a story much like the next one on my list that I thought does an amazing, realistic job of capturing what depression feels like), but I do have some issues with Dean. It’s never fully resolved or explained why Dean was being such an ass so I honestly wasn’t totally sold on the ending - I wanted some more out of Dean, some more explanation or apology or something. It’s a story that would have been great to have a sequel from Dean’s POV but after all this time, that will just have to exist in my brain, I suppose! Still worth a read because it’s excellently written, Cas becomes totally bad ass again by the end and it’s always fun to read early SPN fic speculating on future developments.

I Shall Not Want by domesticadventures (20k) I found myself inhaling a bunch of wonderful short ficlets by this author the other day, but this is the one I had to stop at to rec. It’s another Season 9 divergence fic, of a sort - Cas is newly human, for the sake of the story there’s no Abbadon to worry about, Sam is healed...and Sam wants to move out and get on with his own life. Cas and Dean are both struggling with adapting to their new lives and it’s a hauntingly rich and stark portrayal of depression, inertia, and the slow healing process of accepting and adapting to change. I also liked that this story gives us a Dean who is a little more aware of his feelings for Cas and they both struggle to reach out to each other - for once it’s not sexuality causing a crisis of identity but all the other shit they are coping with.

Don't Sing Love Songs by ireallydidthistomyself (17k). I’m not normally a big fan of baby/toddler!Jack fics - I like the angst that he was forced to grow up too quickly, and in general I’m not big on kid!fic in fandom. This author’s work is a big exception to that. They’ve written several stories along a similar theme: Cas raising Jack on his own/in secret for years, Dean only finding them or coming back into their lives later on. But this is the version of that idea that really packed the most punch for me and was incredibly emotionally satisfying. Dean finds Cas after 6 years, where he’s kept Jack mostly isolated and safe from the world. But with Dean allowed back into his life, Cas may be inviting grave danger upon Jack as well. This one ripped my heart out but managed to make it all better by the end.

Better Ways to Kill Our Time by always_a_birthday_girl (8k) I don’t know why I torture myself reading Dean-in-the-Ma’lak-box AUs, but I do. I think because it’s pretty much my biggest nightmare/horror and for some reason it’s cathartic while terrifying? Anyway here’s one where Dean goes through with his plan, Cas crashes and burns for most of a year, until Dean finally starts doing what he promised he wouldn’t: praying to him. Cas figures out a way to communicate back and over the distance, they manage to have certain conversations they should have years before. It’s painful but lovely and there is a happy ending, so it’s well worth the read!

Time Flows Like Water and We're Drowning by triedunture (7.9k) A little break from the later-seasons stuff I (mostly?) read, featuring a seriously hot (but angsty) Cas/Endverse!Cas/Dean threesome. When Zacariah’s plan to show Dean the future doesn’t change his mind about taking on his “responsibility”, he sends Endverse!Cas back in time to try to convince Cas instead, showing him what he’s to become. I don’t think Zac expected it to turn into a threesome, but it’s hot and beautiful and sad and wonderful all at once. 

hachikireru by vaudelin  (23k) At one point I went on a wallow-fest of reading a bunch of sad 14x20-15x03 divorce-arc fics. Just to hurt myself more, I guess. I know this fic’s been recced around a lot (at least on fail_fandomanon) and I can see why! After leaving the bunker, Cas ends up in Sioux Falls to visit Claire. She’s busy tracking down leads to find Kaia’s killer and he decides to go along with her on one such hunt. But what they find is an unexpected supernatural threat targeting those with broken hearts. Well. I think you know where that might be leading. This is a wonderful casefic with lots of character moments between Cas & Claire and then Cas & Dean, working through their pain and angst and just...it’s a very satisfying read.

Moriah Codas: A Trilogy by Toomanyfandoms99 (11k total) A series of 3 shorter fics spinning off the events of 14x20, developing a slightly divergent universe the author’s written where Cas does have his wings back and has helped resurrect a few of the angels (Balthazar, Gabriel, and Samandriel in particular). This series is absolutely heartbreaking — Cas is completely broken by Jack’s loss, has “fallen out of love” with Dean after he was ready to kill Jack, and sees no way back to what he’d had and felt before. He’s determined to just let the Empty take him...but not until he and his assembled squad of “avenging angels” clean up the mess Chuck has created, smiting zombies and taking out super-powered monsters across North America. 

Cas’s motorcycle gang/angel squad is so fucking awesome (I want a happy fic where they do this!) and this is BAMF!Cas at his finest. I just have to include a quote:

He set down the empty glass, and Gabriel said, “well, dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to kick some zombie ass. Since they have chosen to amass in Carthage, we are here to take out as many as we can without causing this town to flip the fuck out. Are we in agreement?”

“I expect,” Balthazar grinned, “a full-on bar brawl. Do not disappoint me.”

“Cassie, Driel,” Gabriel addressed the duo, “how are we with weapons?”

“I have enough machetes in a storage facility uptown to film a Jackie Chan movie,” Castiel said.

But it’s also utterly and completely heartbreaking, so don’t read this one if you need a happy ending. If you do read, check out the author’s other later-season coda fics and fic series as they are all really great.

to mend what is not broken by gothyringwald (2.6k) This last short one I’ve mentioned before, but I just have to rec it again! It was my gift for the 2021 Hurt Comfort Gift Exchange and it’s everything I wanted, and more. Sweet and caring Dean, wounded but still prideful Cas, and some lovely wing!kink/wing!care that pushes all of my button just right.

Anyway, that’s it for now as I think this is long enough. If you enjoy my recs, could you let me know? I try to not just list titles but give some commentary...as it helps me re-find stories I enjoyed the most, too!

#destiel recs #my fic recs #deancas fic recs #my destiel recs

[smol-and-grumpy]

EUPHORIA - Chapter 22

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.

Chapter Warning: NSFW, flangst

WC: 3229

A/N: This chapter fills my ‘Impala sex’ square for @spnkinkbingo​​

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons​​​ <3

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It’s unfamiliar to drive with a bandage around his hand and it would be in the way for what he’s planning to do, so Dean takes it off mid-drive. He’ll tell her that he had to do some things at the club that involved him having to take it off. He doesn’t mind holding still for her to put another one on him. Preferably with her in his lap, because that shit’s really good, and he enjoyed every minute of it.

He snorts out a laugh and shakes his head when he thinks back to her asking him if she’s a good fuck. 

Jesus, how could she even think that she’s not? She’s all he thinks about since he sank his cock into her pussy. She’s the one he sees when he closes his eyes to rest. Dean could fucking live in her and if he’d go out that way, he wouldn’t even fucking mind! He’s sure that going out while being inside of her might be on the cards for him, because his heart beats so fast every time, it makes his fucking head spin. 

It’s true, he fucking loves fucking. He probably would not own a sex club if he doesn’t like it, but fucking with her is something else. Sure, she’s not that experienced, but maybe that’s just the thing that triggers his fancy. And maybe, just maybe, it’s because it’s her.

Dean knows why she might think that, and knowing it, makes him even angrier. It gets his blood boiling and fucking Cole can die in a fucking ditch. 

The Impala rumbles to a halt in front of a little one story house. The lights inside are on.

As soon as Dean gets out, Balthazar hurries out of his own car to come greet him. 

“You gave him the nosebleed, boss?” Balth grins and Dean sends him a glare, to which the other man quickly shuts his fucking mouth. 

“He harassed her, Balth, that’s what fucking happened!” Dean growls low and the other man looks down to his toes, unable to look Dean in the eyes. 

“You called the cops on him?” 

Dean snorts out a laugh, “Nah, I’ll do it my way,” 

“Dean, no,” Balthazar breathes out. 

“Dean, yes,” Dean’s grin grows wider.

Well, yeah, Balthazar’s not wrong. Maybe he should have called the cops, but again, they don’t really have any proof and Dean thinks that he has the upper hand.

He looks to the house and asks, “Is he alone?”

Balth nods, “Yeah, his girlfriend left for work two hours ago. She won’t be back til dawn.”

Dean shakes his head. Cole’s a fucking leech. He gets angrier when he thinks that maybe Y/N had to work for the both of them too? Jesus, he gets nauseous just thinking about it. She definitely did not deserve that. Not that anyone does, but she especially doesn’t.

He nods at the man before making his way to the door. Dean rings the bell and raps loudly against the wood. 

Strangely enough, Cole opens with not a care in the world, widening his eyes when he sees that it’s Dean. Just who did he think would come knocking at this time of the night? Some fucking dealer? Yeah, maybe some dealer. It wouldn’t surprise Dean. 

Cole’s quick to slam the door shut, but Dean’s hand is already pushing against the door and his foot is blocking it from closing, “I just want to talk, look, I’m sorry man,”

“Yeah, right,” Cole snorts, “Talk. Like that’s a thing you do.”

Cole’s not as dim as Dean thought, he has to give him that. Nonetheless, Dean pushes his way in. That fucking loser doesn’t stand a chance it’s almost too easy, he thinks, and he grins that cocky grin of his, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his hand goes around the other man’s throat, pushing him further into the house, and pins him to the wall. 

From up close, Dean can see Cole’s swollen nose, the area around it has started to bruise. Dean can’t help but admire his work a little. Maybe he’ll break Cole’s jaw next, depending on how he feels. 

He switches his hand with his elbow and is applying more pressure. The other man claws at his clothed arms while sputtering something incoherently. 

“You listen to me, Cole,” Dean whispers low, “You go near her again, you’ll be dead before the cops can fucking help you.”

“T— the fuck!” Cole spits out, and pushes Dean away with all his might, making Dean stagger back a couple of feet and he feels the other man’s fist connect with his shoulder, missing his face by seconds of good thinking on Dean’s part.

Dean manages to get the upper hand. It’s not that hard. Cole’s shorter than him, shorter than Sam and Dean normally always win against Sam. Cole also has less strengths. He throws punches like a fucking kid and it’s really pathetic of him to think that he could overpower Dean. 

With a blink of an eye, Dean sits on Cole’s back and pins one of his hands behind it. The other man winces in pain. He’s wriggling and squirming beneath Dean. It’s almost sad that he doesn’t put up more of a fight. 

“Get the fuck off me!” Cole calls out, “I’m calling the cops!”

“Yeah, you do that. Tell them that you fucking broke your restraining order while you’re at it, will ya?” Dean snarls and applies more pressure, pulling at Cole’s hand. Maybe he’ll break it? He hasn’t decided yet.

“What do you fucking want?” Cole mutters, his breathing ragged.

“I want you to fucking leave my girl alone!”

“Or what? You’ll kill me?” Cole snorts and Dean clubs him over the head. That fucker just really doesn’t know when to shut up.

“You know what?” Dean smirks darkly, “I might do just that, yeah.”

“And you think you can get away with it?”

Seriously, that dude just doesn’t know who he’s talking to. Probably was never the brightest star on the horizon. Which makes Dean really wonder how the fuck someone like Y/N ended up with someone like Cole.

“I don’t think that,” Dean says calmly, “I know that. I have friends in high places, Cole. You do as I say or you’ll see what happens. It’s your choice.”

Dean gets off him and helps the man up before he pats Cole’s shoulder, “I have people watching you. You get too close to my girl one more time, I’ll hunt you the fuck down.”

Turning, Dean walks to the door but he’s aware of Cole. Would feel if the man lashed out at him. His senses are sharp.

But instead of lashing out, Cole starts to laugh, “Your girl? Man, she’s not even fucking worth i—”

Dean’s fist connects with Cole’s jaw and it breaks with a loud crunching sound.

He looms over Cole, who’s holding his jaw and Dean crouches down, lowering himself to whisper into Cole’s ear, “Nobody touches what’s fucking mine, understand?”

  As Y/N is finishing up the page and sends it out for print, her phone lights up.

  D: I’m sorry, there’s a hold up at the club. I’ll be there in 10.

  She smiles a little at the message as she sees that it’s exactly two hours to the dot since he left. Thinks it’s absolutely cute how he doesn’t want her to think that he forgot about picking her up. 

  Y/N: No worries, take your time. I’ll probably even need another 20 to clean up everything here as I will be out for the next few days.

  That’s not even a lie.

Ugh. She has to go to Washington. And she’ll be there for two nights. Two fucking nights without Dean. She honestly doesn’t know if she will survive. He’s quite addictive if she can say so.

 *

When she shut down her computer and packed away her laptop her phone lights up.

  D: I’m waiting down in the foyer. 

  Y/N smiles to herself and says goodbye to the last remaining colleague before she takes the elevator down. 

When the elevator opens up, Dean’s talking to the security guy. They seem to be in deep conversation but when Dean notices her, he turns his head and greets her with a bright smile.

His hair is a little messy, and he’s dressed in casual jeans and a simple black shirt, a plaid shirt thrown over it. It’s still a look she has to get used to. She wonders, though, why he changed? It also seems like he showered and the bandage is off. 

“Hey,” Dean greets her, bending down a little to kiss her, “Sorry, it got a little messy and I had to take another shower.”

“Did it?” She asks, and it might have come out more accusatory than she intended. 

He frowns at her, knowing exactly what she thinks, “Jesus, baby, are we still discussing this?” Cupping her chin between his fingers, he points it up to look at him, “How many times do I have to say it? I’m not fucking anyone else, alright? Not when you fuck me so good already anyway,” 

He grins down at her and god, how could she think things like that when he’s been so helpful and she can really see that he cares for her? She feels dumb. 

“There was an accident with the champagne fountain, you can ask Cas.” He whispers, before he molds his lips to hers and how can she not believe him now. It’s not really fair that he uses his charming techniques to get her to calm down. It’s not fucking fair that it actually works either.

Dean breaks the kiss to take her bag from her hand and walks her out of the building, his other hand firm around her waist.

“When do you have to leave tomorrow?”

“My train’s going at 9am.” 

“Good,” Dean grins as he opens the trunk and drops in her belongings, “Get in, I wanna take you somewhere.”

*

After about another thirty minutes, and a drive through their old neighborhood, Dean stops at a place she only knew from hearsay. 

It’s by the back entrance of the big park. The car park is surrounded by big old trees, making it a perfect place for teens to meet and do all kinds of naughty things. She never knew because nobody ever brought her here. Y/N heard that they were illegally drinking and smoking here, heard that some had sex in their cars as well. 

Dean kills the engine and looks at her, one eyebrow raised, “You know where we are?” 

She snorts out a laugh, “Yeah, why are we here?” 

“Because,” Dean says and reaches under his seat to roll the bench seat back to the max, “It was always my fantasy to bring you out here.” 

He tugs at her arm, flinches a little because his hand is still hurt, but he wouldn’t let it slow him down and she finds herself straddling him, his arms are around her waist, holding her tight while he cranes his neck. Their noses touch.

“You wanted to bring me out here?” Y/N whispers, rubbing their noses together.

“Uh-huh,” 

“Yeah?”

Dean chuckles, “Yeah.”

“What did you want to do? Get me drunk? Get me high?”

“Nuh-huh,” He mumbles and tries to kiss her but she pulls her face away with a grin.

“Nuh-uh?”

“No,” Dean breathes out, “Wanted to do just this,” He kisses her and she lets him, lets him tease along her lip with his tongue, “Kiss myself stupid on your soft lips, wanted to feel you wriggling in my lap,”

“Ah,” She giggles and it’s her who kisses him now and Dean leans his head back, letting her rain kisses all over his face, his jaw, his neck. She licks a stripe up his throat to his ear, sucks in the lobe and he groans out low. His breathing is heavy, his heart is beating as fast as hers. 

Y/N grinds in his lap, feels him hardening in his pants, thinks that she’ll ruin it if she doesn't stop because she’s getting wetter by the second. She breaks the kiss and Dean’s mouth chases after her. 

She chuckles out in a whisper, “Dean, your pants,”

“What’s with my pants?” He’s frowning a little.

“I’ll soil them.”

Dean grins, it’s all cocky and wide, “Take it off,”

“Here?” Her eyes widen.

“Yeah, come on, there’s nobody around,” 

Well, he’s not wrong about that. But still. Sex in a public place? She definitely has never done that. Which is the reason why it’s probably so fucking appealing. She can’t lie that it doesn’t turn her on.

“‘K,” She smiles at him and her hands work on his belt buckle before they pull at his zipper. 

“Good girl,” He lets out a groan, kisses her cheek and jaw and licks at her earlobe while she’s concentrating on getting the zipper down. His one hand goes below her shirt, fingers tweaking at one of her nipples. Distracting is what it is. 

She opens his jeans wide enough to take his cock out of it’s confines, leaves the elastic of his underwear just below his balls and she actually bursts out laughing when she sees his cock. 

Dean gasps, “That was not the reaction I was expecting, but okay,”

Y/N’s still laughing when she kisses him, “You did that for me?”

“Only for you,” Dean grins and sinks his teeth into her bottom lip, “I was hoping you’d be delighted. Did not expect to get laughed at my dick, though.”

“‘M sorry,” 

“That’s okay but never laugh at my cock again, okay?”

“Promise,” She giggles as she wraps her hand around it, it’s hot and heavy in her hand. 

Dean wears a cock ring. The same one she held up for him last time. The one that has a little vibration thingy attached. 

“Come on, turn it on and ride me,”

There’s a wide grin on her face and she does what she’s told, pushes at the little power button on the side and Dean groans when it jumps to life. 

“Fuck,” He chuckles, “Don’t know how long I can hold off, though.” 

Y/N smacks her hand against Dean’s chest, “I swear if you come now, I won’t talk to you again!”

“I would never do that,” Dean lets out a whine as he bucks his hips and she knows that she needs to hurry to get on that before it’s over.

Lifting herself on her knees, her hand goes beneath her skirt and she hooks her finger into the crotch of her underwear, pulls it to the side while holding her skirt up with her other hand. Dean already has his vibrating dick in his hand and threads the head through her slick as she lowers herself some more.

“Jesus, you’re so wet baby,” The slicking sound of wet skin rubbing together can be heard in the car, even above the vibrating sound. 

She throws her head back a little, closes her eyes when she sits down further, impaling herself on Dean’s cockhead. The vibrations from his cock travels to her cunt and already it clenches, making him curse and grunt. 

Taking him further, she slowly sits down, moaning out when she’s fully seated, the vibration is right at her clit.

“Oh my god, fuck—,” She grits her teeth before taking her bottom lip between them, biting down on it because she knows that she can’t make too loud a sound.

Dean notices her grimacing, knows that she wants to moan and he quickly places his hand on the back of her neck, draws her down and kisses her. He drinks up her moans, sucks in her tongue and she’s doesn’t think she can even breath because it feels so fucking great. 

He parts with a peck on her lips, leaves his hand on the back of her neck and holds her there, “Grind on it, baby, make yourself come,” 

She nods her head at him and starts to move her hips, slow at first. God, it feels really great, the vibration hits her right and Dean lets himself sink lower, lays the back of his head on the seat and she braces both her hands on either side of his head on the seat, fingernails digging into the leather.

“You look so beautiful,” Dean says and he looks at her like he’s really in awe. She thinks that he’s lying because nobody can look good from that angle. But she can’t dwell on it, she’s so close to coming. 

Dean’s big hand grabs at her ass cheeks, kneading and spanking down on them, making her yelp and giggle. She can feel that one of his hands has less strength and she makes a mental note to fix it up once they get home. 

The windows of the car start to fog up, and she’s sure that their movement can be seen on the outside, the car must be rocking. It’s just... since she’s with Dean, she cares less about these things, she’s more daring because she trusts him. She absolutely can’t say that she doesn’t love the new person she has become.

“Does this come close to your fantasy?” She’s breathing heavily as she looks down to him, sees him looking back at her with a bright smile on his face. 

“Better,” He whispers, “God, you have no idea how many nights I stayed awake thinking about you.”

He thought about her? A lot? If her face wouldn’t have been flush from the fucking, she thinks it’s would be even more now. 

“Can you come for me baby?” Dean swallows hard, “I can’t fucking hold out any longer.”

Y/N thinks it’s weird. She thought that cock rings should make the guy go on for longer, but apparently, Dean’s dick doesn’t work like that.

“Uh-huh,” She mumbles, starts to grind on him faster and Dean’s hand are on her hips, helping her move as good as he can, “God, you’re so deep and the vibrations, fuck— I’m coming, Dean, I’m—”

“I got you,” He whispers, and he lets her bury her face next to his, as he bucks his hips, driving his dick deeper in. 

Her legs start to tremble, her cunt clenches as she gushes around him. He comes too, grunts out some curses that she can not understand, while his fingertips dig into the flesh around her waist, holding her tight as he bucks his hips a couple more times. 

“Fuck,” Dean chuckles, tilts his head to kiss her forehead. He moves his hand in between them and down to the ring, switching off the vibrations. Dean kisses at the place where her neck meets her shoulder, licks at her flesh, “Better than I could have ever imagined.”

She chuckles into his skin, and they stay like that for a while longer. Y/N already dreads him slipping out of her. She hates the feeling of the emptiness she feels after sex. Especially with him. Dean knows that too, because she can feel that he wants to hold out for as long as possible too. 

There’s a sharp knock at their window that makes her hold her breath and sends her heart racing.

Chapter 23

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The Aftermath

-1-

"Fuck, this is boring" Dean mumbled to the open field and drank his cold beer. He was leaning on the Impala parked on the side of the road. He'd been in heaven some months now, and already he had traveled through heaven's version of the U.S. twice now, but without the things that go bump in the night, without Sammy, and without Cas he felt kind of pointless and ...lonely. He wasn't though, not really, he regularly went to mom and dad's, and Bobby's, and to Ellen and Jo's, and to other people that were already there, but the place certainly lacked something. The most emotion he'd gotten was when he fought his way into Angel's HQ looking for Cas and Jack, he didn’t find them so he coerced a couple of angels to regularly inform him about how Sammy was, and whatever little they knew about what Cas and Jack were up to.

He closed his eyes and prayed aloud "Cas, man, I know you're busy with Jack and... stuff... but if you could come by sometime, just to let me know you're okay, just for a second... come on, buddy, I'm at highway XX at the XX marker", he finished his beer much slowlier than needed and climbed into the car, with his head on the steering wheel, he waited.

Every day he prayed to Cas, he told him what was going on with the family, or what he was up to, a memory from the good old days, or a random thought, and where he was, always where he was... just in case. Sometimes he was angry, demanding, sometimes he was almost pleading, the sadness and loneliness seeping out in his words, but he never talked about Cas's last moments on Earth, he couldn't talk about that, wouldn’t even think about that. He usually also sent a little prayer to the kid, some stupid story to make him laugh, or a memory of the few they shared, those prayers were shorter and easier, left him feeling a bit lighter.

Every day he had no answer.

When enough time had passed he snorted, turned the key, and started off. Some miles ahead he turned on the stereo, Metallica started playing loudly, but he wasn't singing along, his face was tight, jaw clenched, his soul felt heavy, hope was a bitch that got him every time. "Hello, Dean", a voice strained through the music. The car swiveled left then right crazily fast as Dean forced control over the steering wheel. "Cas" he breathed out.

Hastily he thrust the car to a stop on the side of the road and threw himself to the angel on his side, "Cas, finally!", he said and held on tightly, the angel returned the hug awkwardly, "I've been praying to you. Everyday! Where have you been?", he said when he finally let go, his relief had morphed to fury now. The angel looked sheepish, "I know. We've been working. It's taking longer than expected", Cas's eyes diverted to the back seat and he followed his gaze, "Jack!", Dean said and put a gentle hand on the boy's head, "I've been praying to you, too", the boy smiled, "I heard you, you made me laugh", his smile was as wide as ever, but there was something else there too, something heavy, concern? Dean wondered. "Ok, what's up?", he asked, "what do you mean?", Jack’s confusion was blatant on his face, he was a god now but in many ways, he was still just a kid, their kid. He looked at Cas, "you are not here on a social call, just tell me what’s going on", Dean's voice was serious now, back to business, his eyes half-rolled, but there was the faintest shadow of a smirk on his face, he was glad to be needed and even more glad to see them. Finally.

Cas lifted his hand and snapped his fingers, "what the hell, Cas?", Dean said, but then he noticed where they were, the bunker, "Sammy?", his voice was low, longing, then louder as he stood up from his chair, looking around, "Sam!", "He is not here, Dean. We are in heaven still", Dean swirled to face Cas, "Where is him? Where is Sam?", "He is on a vampire case in Atlanta, he is fine. This is not about Sam. I- I thought a familiar place would be better", "Better for what?", Cas looked at Jack, then again at Dean, "As you know, heaven is short on angels at the moment. We've been trying to bring them back from the empty", now Dean was pissed, "Come again? You want to resurrect those assholes who wanted me and my brother dead? And you and Jack, they wanted you dead too, Cas!", "Not all of them, Dean", "Yeah? Like who?", Cas looked at Jack and then down to his hands before sitting down and answering, "Balthazar, Hannah, Samandriel, Gabriel, Michael,...", Cas said and Dean started to understand, they were the closest Castiel had to angel friends, he must be feeling guilty for their deaths, suddenly, Cas lifted his head and gazed at Dean, the fuck? Dean thought. Cas was staring at him meaningfully, but the message wasn't getting through, after a few seconds of silence, Cas said, "Anna".

Dean tried to hold Cas’s stare questioningly, but the angel stood up and walked toward a bookcase. After an uncomfortable while, Jack said, "Can you help us?", looking at each of them in turn. Damn, he'd forgotten the kid was there. “What? uh, I, uh, what can I do about this?”, he looked at Cas for the answer, but he was still leaning with his hand on a bookcase. “We can’t get in”, Jack said. He explained that he was no longer able to get beings out of The Empty, nor enter it himself. He didn’t even know if he was able to wake them. The Empty must have done something to block him since he got Castiel out. “I want to ask Chuck about The Empty”, he finished, “You what?”, Dean was exasperated, this was not what he intended when he asked them to come by, “I told you it’s a bad idea”, Cas said finally. “But he doesn’t have powers anymore, he can’t do anything to us”, Jack said, it was clear he’d already had this argument with Cas, “And what makes you think that he will help us? He can trick you. He will trick you”, “That’s why we need you, he won’t be able to trick you, and I can make him talk, he’s human now, humans talk”, “You will not do that!”, Castiel and Dean said at the same time, “That’s not who you are, Jack”, Cas added, “You won’t ever do that!”, Dean said and stalked out of the room.

Without thinking, he went to baby, he was so used to the quiet of the road he craved it whenever something rubbed him the wrong way, but he’d waited so long for them to come by, he wasn’t leaving. He walked back inside, directly to his old room, everything was the same. He wondered what had Sammy done with his things. Had he given his room to another hunter? Somehow he doubted that. Maybe he took it for himself, it would be a mess by now. The thought brought a smile to his face. He laid on his memory mattress and closed his eyes. The thought of Jack torturing someone was disturbing but silly. Jack wouldn’t do that, he probably wasn’t even talking about that, it was just Dean’s own experience that had made him angry, the shame of the kid finding out about it. He should go talk to them, he decided, but in a while, he’d missed this bed.

Thoughts came by unbidden now. The awkward way Cas hugged him back, the pointed look, the way he said “Anna” and immediately walked away, what was that about? Was it- was it jealousy? He hadn’t allowed himself to think about Cas’s words before The Empty took him, but they were there, in the back of his head, “I love you, Dean”, he’d said, what did that mean, exactly? Cas had said those words before, to them when close to death, but that time it had felt different. He tried to remember, the exact words, “happiness isn’t in having but in being, in saying it, I love you, Dean”, and The Empty had been summoned because Cas was finally happy because he loved Dean and told him. Nope! No! That wasn’t it. He meant something else and was too ‘Cas’ to explain it properly and Dean too dumb to get it. It must have been something else. Not that. Not that. “Dean”, a soft voice called from the door, and Dean jumped so hard he nearly fell off the bed.

“Dean, I’m sorry. Were you sleeping?”, how long’s he been standing there? can he read my mind? does he know? “Eh, uh, I, no, I, no, I was thinking… about Jack and Chuck and all that”, “Ohh. Are you ok? About hell - Jack, didn’t mean to- he doesn’t know the details”, “I know, Cas, it’s fine, I’m fine, I’ll come out in a moment. We’ll figure it out”. Cas seemed to analyze him for a bit and decide he was fine, “There’s something else”, he said and looked at the floor, “Can I come in?”. “Uhm, yeah, yeah, come in, Cas”. He shut the door and sit on the bed next to Dean, “What’s- What’s up?”, “Dean, I’ve been struggling with this for a while. The reason why I’ve been avoiding you is that I am ashamed”, Dean swallowed hard, here we go, damn it, “I’ve failed you, Dean, I’ve failed Jack. I’ve been trying to help him figure out how to restore heaven but I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t want to become what I was the last time I failed you”, what? “What?”. “You know the things I did, Dean, when I took God’s place, I told Jack everything, but he says it’s not the same. He says that’s not what I’m doing and who I am anymore, but I- I don’t know. What if he’s wrong?”

At that moment his heart broke for Cas. He sat up and put his hand on Cas’s back. He’d known that he regretted the things he had done, but he never knew how deep his actions had affected him and shattered his confidence in his own decisions. Cas feared a bit of power would corrupt him again. “Cas, no. You always wanted what’s best for heaven. Even if you made some mistakes along the way, Jack’s right, you are not that person, uh, angel, anymore, the fact that you’re worried about it, proves it”, “I don’t know if I’m making the right choices, teaching him the right things”, “You are, Cas, you are good and you want to do what’s right, and Jack’s the same way, that’s why he chose you in the first place”. Cas lifted his head and looked at him, he’d never seen the angel so human, he had the impulse to hug him but settled for some pats on the back. “Thank you, Dean”, he said and left.

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SPN Season 15 Spoiler Sheet, update 11/11

Hello! I finally had some time to clean this up a bit. I am going to make a separate post about old episodes if anyone wants to reference the past. I also pulled out some general spoilers that have already happened to keep this shorter. It’s getting to be a monster with length. 

As for updates, we got some nuggets from Jensen and Misha while promoting their latest projects. No pictures yet for ep 5 because of the holiday. Also no description for 7 yet because there will be a week off for Thanksgiving. Hopefully JaxCon will have some juicy updates like DC did. Under the cut!

DISCLAIMER: This is gathered info from various sources. This is not confirmed information. Stuff in this WILL be wrong. Don’t take this too seriously. This is for fun. 

General Info (oldest to newest)

There is hope to wrap up some Wayward Daughters storylines in the back half of the season

They are adding a whole extra day to filming to do the final scene. They will film the final scene last.  (Implies logistics- lots of returning people?)

Brad Bucker used the word “romance” when asked about Sam and Dean’s arcs. Did not specify who. 

In an interview, Kripe indicated that the series ending would have “peace” for Sam and Dean

Not much new at the TCA’s, but it was said it is “unlikely” Jeffery Dean Morgan will be back since his last appearance was such a good end note. There were some jokes about a Castiel spin off. Hell, I’d watch. 

There will be a special tribute ep, not clear if its one of the 20 or additional

Misha will be in 15 out of 20 episodes this season

According to Dabb, Sam and Dean are going to start to lose people who, in past seasons, we would’ve never lost — and lose them in a very real way. Our guys are going to realize there’s a certain finality, and some of the things they’ve relied on to get through the day — people, talents, things like that — they are no longer going to be able to roll out. And that’s going to throw them for a loop

Also according to Dabb, Jack is still in the empty and “he’s not coming back in the near future”

Cas’ deal with the Empty may come up later in the season. 

Dabb intimated that Chuck was inherently responsible for killing Mary when asked how the boys would respond to Jack. 

Adam Rose, who played Aaron Bass from the golem episode vauge-tweeted about working a show with two badass leads. Could be Supernatural, but I think the timing is off- he indicated he was filming late Friday night. 

Dabb compared Chuck and John Winchester, claiming that Dean would have to break free of “conditioning.” Also, for Jack “there have been cosmic forces fighting for his attention since he was in the womb — and that will continue. As much as this season is about Sam and Dean finding agency, it’s also about Castiel finding agency, and it’s about Jack finding agency. As always, death is never the end. It’s just part of the journey and that’s certainly true with Jack.” 

Per Variety: At the outset of the season, the “Supernatural” foursome of Dean, Sam, Castiel and Jack are split up, but Dabb notes they won’t be for long because “ultimately this is a found family, and they have deep emotional bonds” that make up the most important part of the show.

Sam’s wound from the equalizer gives his powers/an advantage of some kind (per TVGuide)

Jack will be a critical part of the ending of the show

The cage/Adam is looking like it will be coming up for midseason

Shaving People, Punting Things: https://youtu.be/azTwku2uosA

The shaving promo, punting things promo shows glimpses or Lucifer!Sam and MOC!Dean, as well as bearded Dean in tactical equipment. Recent interviews by Dabb seem to indicate that these are glimpses into other universes, a la Apocalypse World, and other endings from Sam and Dean. 

According to the MarySue and other interviews, Sam’s bullet hole will give him a connection and insight to god- like a tin can telephone string.

In the cage, Micheal and Adam have formed a working relationship (MarySue)

Dean and Amara’s connection will be explored

There will be a bunker themed episode (MarySue)

According to Misha (Cinablend) Dean and Cas will have discord up to ep 8- which is the mid-season finale. 

At a convention, Jake Abel was asked to share two lies about Adam’s return and a truth. The said 1. Adam is not upset about hell 2. Adam kills someone 3. Adam bring someone back. I am assuming its the bring someone back (Micheal?)

In one of his cookbook interviews, Misha used the word “we” several times when talking about the final scene of Supernatural. He said that would be the last scene they shoot. It seemed to imply that he was in the scene, but that could be open to interpretation. 

The finale will air on Monday May 18th. The show will move to Mondays when it comes back on March 16th. It’s gotta come back either than that and go on a mini break or something, because that is not enough Mondays. 

Episode 15x05

Title: Proverbs 17:3

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: RICHARD SPEIGHT, JR. DIRECTS – Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean’s (Jensen Ackles) routine case turns out to be anything but. Richard Speight, Jr. directed the episode written by Steve Yockey (#1505). Original Airdate 11/14/2019.

Written by: Yockey

Director: Speight

Filming Dates:  9/4-9/13

Airdate: 11/14

Photos: http://www.ksitetv.com/supernatural/supernatural-spoilers-photos-proverbs-17-3/198575/

Promo:https://youtu.be/4Jo1--7WqHA

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? No  Jack? doubtful

Guest stars: 

Other Spoilers/info::

This will most likely be Yockey’s last episode.

Matt Cohen was around, but I imagine he is following directors to prep for his own debut directing. 

Scenes were filmed in the bunker and in a wooded area. A woman could be heard screaming in the outside scene. 

The bible verse referenced is: “The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold: But the LORD trieth the hearts.”

The preview indicates werewolves. 

Episode 15x06

Title: Golden Time

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: OUT OF DIFFICULTIES GROW MIRACLES – Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) are visited by an old friend. Castiel (Misha Collins) investigates the disappearance of a local teen. John Showalter directed the episode written by Meredith Glynn (#1506). Original Airdate 11/21/2019.

Written by: Meredith Glynn

Director: Steve Boyum

Filming Dates:  9/16-9/25

Airdate: 11/21

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? Yes Jack? Not sure

Guest stars: 

Other Spoilers/info:

Misha tweeted from set in costume, so Cas. 

Misha also tweeted a pic in blood spatter with two bullet holes in his shirt

At least Jensen and Jared filmed in Rowena’s apartment 

This will be a witch episode- Witches will invade Rowena’s apartment looking for books. They are very powerful. Dean gets thrown into a wall and Sam uses magic to stop them (from TVGuide)

 Episode 15x07

Title: Last Call

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 

Written by: Jeremy Adams

Director: Amyn Kaderali

Filming Dates:  9/26- 10/7

Airdate: Dec 7th is what Christian Kane tweeted…. But that is a Saturday. Dec 5th maybe?

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? Yes Jack ? 

Guest stars: 

Other Spoilers/info :

Misha posted from set in new shoes- very shiny with well tailored pants. (The next day he posted in full Cas costume, so are the shoes a one off? Another outfit with new shoes?). 

Misha and Jensen made a video from set. I feel like if Jared was around he would have been in it since it was about money raised?  Maybe a Dean Cas scene?

There will be a battle scene in this that Jensen mentioned he was looking forward to and we would enjoy. 

After NJ Con, it appeared that Jensen returned to work, Jared and Misha stayed an extra day and then Misha went home. Misha only did about 2 days of filming. 

Jensen and Christian filmed at a bar called Swazey’s. This was the fight scene Jensen was referring to. 

At some point, Sam might be shirtless or we can see part of his chest- Jared had his anti-possession tattoo at the weekend convention.

Per TVGuide, Leo and Dean will have a wild night out in an effort for Dean to recapture his mojo. Dean will become the lead of a band called Dean and the Impalas, which is made up of Supernatural crew. 

Osric Chau popped over to set, but he is filming on Legends of Tomorrow in the same studio. Sebastin Roche also indicated he would come by, he is filming on Batgirl. Unfortunately, neither Kevin or Balthazar will appear in this one.  

Episode 15x08

Title: Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 

Written by: Buckleming

Director: Speight

Filming Dates:  10/8- 10/18 (no filming 10/14 for Canadian Thanksgiving)

Airdate: 12/12 (?)

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? yes Jack ? 

Guest stars: Jake Abel, Shoshannah Stern

Other Spoilers/info:

Jake Abel posted a script with the caption “hell hath no fury like a brother scorned”

Shoshannah Stern was spotted on set- Eileen!

This will be the midseason finale

At BurCon, Misha mentioned Dean is still acting like “a dick” in the ep they were filming- which is this one. 

Episode 15x09

Title: 

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 

Written by: Berens

Director: Singer

Filming Dates:  10/21-10/30

Airdate: March 16th?

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? I can’t tell but maybe not Jack ? maybe

Guest stars: Rob Benedict, Kim Rhodes, Jim Beaver

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

Midseason premier episode

Misha was at home for the first week of filming, and I think the second. I don’t think he is in this. 

Alex and Rob were hanging out- Chuck and JACK?

Kim Rhodes posted in front of the SPN set and with her trailer- Jody looks very likely. She also had dyed hair and she has been rockin the grey for the past few Jody eps. Maybe a flashback/AU?

Jim Beaver posted from set- Bobby!

Jensen shared that in this episode, Dean will pray to Cas to “confess” why he has been treating Cas the way he has. Misha confirmed this in another interview and said tears would be shed- not sure who is doing the crying (besides me)

Episode 15x10

Title: 

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 

Written by: Dabb

Director: Showalter

Filming Dates:  

Airdate: 10/31- 11/12 (No filming for Veterans/Armistice Day?)

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? Jack ? 

Guest stars: 

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

Misha texted some local fans from set in costume about an WA election, but after the convention was promoting his cookbook all over the place. I think he filmed 2 days, max. 

The story will be about Sam and Dean as heroes from the good and bad side (from MarySue)

At DCCon, Jensen shared that  this a bit of a wacky episode- Sam and Dean lose their abilities to fight, Dean gets cavities and Sam gets a cold. Jensen later seemed to refer to this ep when talking to TVGuide- mentioning the Impala will get a flat. 

Episode 15x11

Title: 

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 

Written by: Davy Perez AND Meredith Glynn 

Director: Charles Beeson

Filming Dates:   11/13-11/22 (?)

Airdate: 

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? Jack ? 

Guest stars: 

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

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[probably-guinea-pigs]

an Interview with Zinnhari Warcharger

i was tagged by @fallenqueero and i tag @obijuancannoli, @simplysapphiix, @kf1n3, and @befooled if yall want lol!!

under a readmore bc it Long

name ➔ “Zinnhari Warcharger, for now.”

are you single ➔ He relaxes a little, with a hint of a fond smile behind his fangs. “No. I’m bonded.”

are you happy ➔ An ear twitches, the smile fades. “As happy as I can be, I suppose.”

are you angry ➔ “Hm.” His claws scrape the arms of the chair he rests in. “Not right now. Not usually, actually… I’m just tired.”

are your parents still married ➔ “Well, I never knew my parents.” He chuckles a little. “I’m a charr, family units are different under the Legions. I hope they’re still alive, at the very least, though it’s unlikely considering they were Blood Legion as I am.”

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ “Grothmar. As I said, Blood Legion.”

hair color ➔ The giant charr shakes out his mane. “Ginger. Not a common color, eh?”

eye color ➔ “Blue, though they used to be greyer than this.” He gives you a toothy grin. “Being dragon branded does some strange shit.”

birthday ➔ “I uh… don’t remember, if I’m being honest. I know I was born in winter, but that’s about it.”

mood ➔ “Mood. That’s something the kids say, right?” An ear flickers as you clarify. “Oh. Tired. I’m always tired.”

gender ➔ “Male. Thanks for asking.”

summer or winter ➔ “Both suck, but I miss the softer summers of Grothmar, so I guess summer…” He sighs and shifts his footpaws. “But I’d pick this blizzard over that damned desert. Look at me, look at this fur. I’m not a fucking desert animal!”

morning or afternoon ➔ “Ugh, afternoon. Blessed are the days I actually get to sleep, let alone sleep in.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ That little smile returns to soften his features. “Oh, yes. I have been for a long time, I reckon.”

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Mm…” He gives a little cough. “No. No, that’s something else.”

who ended your last relationship ➔ “… Mordremoth.”

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “You swing my greatsword hard enough and it’ll break just about anything.” He won’t elaborate even after you clarify your statement.

are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Well that’s a loaded question, innit?” he sighs. “I’m afraid of disappointing people.”

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ He coughs again. “Oh, yeah.”

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “Yeah, it’s a little strange, honestly. Others have just polarizing reactions to me.” He rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Y’know, it’s not bad, just… strange. I’ve never had to be so extroverted until I became the Pact Commander.”

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ His mouth twitches and he picks at his claws. “… Yes. I thought I could save him… I couldn’t.”

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ “Uh… love? I mean I know it’s not for everyone but I kinda like the love where you lust after each other, y’know.” He shrugs.

lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Ooh, lemonade. There’s this little stand in Caeldon Forest that makes the best lemonade, as if I needed another reason to visit the place. It’s lovely there.”

cats or dogs ➔ His eyes narrow as his tail swishes behind him. “Is… is that a trick question?” You laugh and clarify for him. “Well that’s not fair. I don’t play favorites with my babies.” He gives his smokescale a fond pat.

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “I have a few really close friends.”

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Please just give me a quiet night in.”

day or night ➔ “… Nights. They’re more private.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ “Oh yes, many times. Dinky and I used to sneak out to pick raspberries all the time when we were in the fahrar together.”

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ He laughs heartily at the question. “Oh yes, I think Balthazar threw me down the stairs once or twice during our little spat.”

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Burn me, yes. I had a crush on Rytlock Brimstone for over two decades,” he chuckles.

wanted to disappear ➔ “Who doesn’t? … Oh, that’s not a normal feeling? Interesting.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ “Eyes, definitely. A smile is all well and good when you’re humanoid, but the softest expressions on a charr come from the eyes.”

shorter or taller ➔ He snorts with laughter. “I’ve only met an Icebrood Svanir who was taller than me, so shorter is my only choice.”

intelligence or attraction ➔ “Uh… both I guess? I like confidence.”

hook-up or relationship ➔ "Relationship, I can’t do hookups.”

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ “I like to think my little ragtag family gets along, though Braham is always getting himself into trouble.”

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔  “Uh, yeah. I died once, I think that’s pretty messed up.”

have you ever ran away from home ➔ “No. My warband was reassigned a few times but I don’t think that counts.”

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ "I’ve gotten kicked out of a bar before.”

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “No. If you hate someone why would they be your friend?”

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Yes. They’re all a little rough around the edges but I like them that way.”

who is your best friend ➔ “Canach.”

who knows everything about you ➔ “Mm… probably Dinky, we grew up together. Though Rytlock has been there for… uh, my weaker moments. So they might be tied now.”

#gw2 #oc #xun speaks #there he is!! my himbo

[thelastarchangelaskblog]

Session 10

I never did a summary of our 10th session and we just had our 11th today. Anyway, here’s what happened in Session 10 (so much).

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(Read more.)

Zira ( @heliocentricgeometric​), Rhodey ( @rebaobsessions​), and myself retrieved DJ (doxblogsstuff) from wandering out lost in the forest while clutching a boquet of flowers to entice Luna. Alas, Luna had already left for greener pastures to get to Bob.

Oh yeah, something else happened directly pre-this session but that’s a text rp thing. Anyway, Bob traumatized Tony. It was very bad but led to some sweet conversations.

It’s discovered Luna can turn into a rabbit.

DJ: A rabbit?

Zira: Yeah.

DJ: ...Why? 

Zira: It just be like that sometimes.

DJ is wet from trying to throw water over Tony and Bob and only succeeding on getting it on himself and one of Tony’s shoes. Tony grabs a blanket from his bag of holding to dry him off.

@the-grey-hunt​ as DM: You're adventurers and you don't even have towels?

inu: I don't see towels in my inventory, I'm using a cloak.

reba: Tony’s being Dad(TM) at DJ.

There was mention of a cart in our last text RP.

DM: We don't have a cart, and I don't know why people keep thinking we do. 

DJ tries hanging his clothes on a tree branch to dry.

dox: The boy's three feet tall so we all know how well that goes.

Zira tries to wake up Bob ( @thechaoticwave​) and Luna ( @imagine1117​) who fell asleep on the roadside.

Zira: Hey. Hey. Heyheyhey hey.

Tony’s being Tony and is just aggressively ignoring everybody.

Zira: Hey, Rhodey, I think Tony is avoiding his problems.

Bob and Luna wake up!

Sam: What's good? 

Zira: Nothing is good! Ever! Let's go!

DJ, at Luna: You didn't tell me you could rabbit!!

Luna: I can rabbit?

Zira: Correct.

Zira is concerned about the party’s mental health!

Zira: I may not be legally a doctor...

Zira really wants us to talk things out now!

Tony: I don't think any of us are in the mood for emotionally fraught conversations.

Zira: I'm always in the mood for emotionally fraught conversations!

Tony does not engage in emotionally fraught conversations. Emotionally fraught conversations are not had.

thechaoticwave: Sam (Bob) flies over to Luna and just cats on her.

Zira has demanded a fairy tale/story from Tony, and he’s happy enough to oblige.

Zira, very quietly: ...stories......yay!

I tell a very long fairy tale I wrote during a backstory scene. it works out great and everyone likes it.

Later Zira tells everyone we can’t die.

Zira: It's illegal for you people to die. I just decided.

Luna: What's the penalty if we die?

DJ: She’ll aggressively mourn you until you feel bad and come back to life.

DJ gets a piggy-back ride from Rhodey for some reason that I can’t remember, which leads to a discussion on heights.

Zira: Your height is built on lies and Rhodey.

Zira: I'm average height for an aasimar.

Tony: Ehhhh, not...that average.

Zira: Well, I don't know! And how do you know anyway?

Tony (internally): Uh, shit.

Tony: I’ve met a few aasimar on my travels. They’re pretty obvious.

Zira: How tall are aasimar, then?

Tony indicates about his height or a little shorter.

Zira: That's...stupid. I like this height better.

That night Zira would like to contact Zaphkiel, her celestial guide.

DM: Zaphkiel is still charging his Nokia.

Gabriel has a Dream! He tries to find Mortimer, but doesn’t find Mortimer. He does find...Balthazar?! 

DM describing new character: He looks a little more genuinely scruffy, but his shirt is still open almost to his bellybutton. it's so weird because your shirt doesn't have buttons, but his does and they're not done up.  

We’re both really shocked to see each other, and it soon comes out that Balthazar is also in Othanzia with Hannah and has been for a while. And Gabriel’s family has broken apart since his absence.

Balthazar: If, on the off chance you are Gabriel, where the fuck have you been?

Gabriel doesn’t have any answers for Balthazar he can give beyond trying to tell him that he’s in Othanzia and somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

Gabriel: Briarbane? 

Balthazar: Never heard of it. 

Gabriel: EXACTLY

Gabriel tries to tell Balthazar what happened with Samael/Lucifer and two of their other missing siblings, but Balthazar doesn’t want to believe him, and Gabriel wakes up.

DJ tries making toast again that morning.

Helio: I need to know what the outcome was!

DM: 18. it's good toast.

Helio: FUCK

DJ discusses his bombs (I think?).

DJ: I'm not dead yet. 

Zira: YET

Zira has plans to get Tony and Bob to talk to each other.

DJ (to Zira, who is walking away yelling at Bob and Tony): Are you sure you want to ignore Mom?

Tony and Bob are forced to talk to each other. thechaoticwave is absolutely fantastic at crying, and Tony feels really bad but he’s pretty firm on them needing answers or it’s not going to work out. And then leaves because he can’t deal with the conversation any further.

The next night Gabriel has another Dream and meets Joshua. Still no Mortimer, but Joshua? And Joshua is the only one still left at Gabriel’s old home. Everyone else has left. Some to explore the world and others (Michael, Raphael, and Naomi) to hunt down the Horned Crown.

It’s a calmer conversation than the one Gabriel had with Balthazar but no less upsetting. But he does learn a lot more about what’s happened since he left!

And the next day we finally reach the last dungeon of the opening module! And there’s...things. And a pit.

inu: Ae you just going to tell me it's a rope?

DM: No, there's things.

inu rolls a 5

DM: Ehh it's a rope!

We climb down a pit. Except JARVIS. He jumps and Rhodey manages to catch him but gets some damage while doing so.

Tony: I hope you've learned a lesson to not jump down pits and expect our fiances to catch us. 

Rhodey: Am I engaged to JARVIS now, too?

10 sturgis attack us while we’re exploring!

thechaoticwave: 5 points of fire damage.

DM: 5?! That's all their hit points!

Tony goes off by himself and opens a door before Rhodey can stop him. There are 3 ghouls in it.

Rhodey is unhappy with this arrangement.

Reba: Is it possible for me to roll athletics to pick up Tony and move him?

Rhodey proceeds to shove Tony to the side to attack the ghouls.

Tony: RUDE.

Bob: hey ghouls, its me, ya boi.

The ghouls have the most ridiculous names.

DM: Thus ends Robtholomew.

Luna gets her poison spray cantrip in! And it hits!

...

The one time Luna's Poison Spray cantrip hits, the creature is immune to poison damage

imagine: Luna's gonna try and lob [the ghoul's] head off.

DM: Roll for beheading.

Later we enter a large hall filled with skeletons. Zira’s asking Zaphkiel for...something.

DM: [Zaphkiel]'s Nokia is at cell phone repair.

There’s a cool forge in one room! DJ and Tony both go to investigate before the DM even finishes describing the room. ...There are zombies.

They attack Tony and DJ.

Tony (to the zombies): First of all, rude. Second of all, fuck you.

Rhodey joins the fight and at one point...

Rhodey rolls a nat 1 but his strength is So Good and the undead's AC So Bad that Rhodey manages to hit it.

And DJ hits one with a quarterstaff!

DJ: Why, hello there! Would you like me to whack you? Yes, yes, you would.

Bob and Luna team up with a fire spell and a thorn thing and trap a lot of zombies. And that’s the end of Session 10! Session 11 saw us defeat the dungeon boss!

#d&d campaign #thechaoticwave #doxblogsstuff #imagine1117 #rebaobsessions #the-grey-hunt #heliocentricgeometric

[azul-alvarez]

OC Interview!

Nobody tagged me, but looks fun

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5  4 people to do the same.

I’ll tag @alqulyndrys @bunnythemurderer @ohmygillygoshoppler @memepipboy

1. What is your name?

S: Sephtis, Seph if you'd like K: Karan B: Balthazar

(Note: If you’re new in my stuff, from left to right they’re Sephtis, Karan and Balthazar.)

2. Do you know why are you named that?

S: I have no idea *chuckles* K: Because my mom wanted to, I guess B: Is a fancy name for a fancy gentleman, don't you think?

3. Are you single or taken?

S and K: Married *shows rings* B: Single but I ain't lack love

4. Have any abilities or powers?

S: Necromancy and swordsmanship K: Light manipulation and healing abilities B: Those that come with being a demon and a silver tongue in more than one sense

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

S: A... A what? K: What does that even mean? B: Oh, we're getting jealous now?

6. What’s your eye color?

S: Dark grey I think? *Karan nods* K: Light blue B: Red as wine

7. How about your hair color?

S: Black K: Light blonde... AND IT'S NATURAL, YOU ASSHOLE *points to Balthazar* B: A really dark purple and mine IT'S natural

8. Have any family members?

S: My father, who is a highly respected former member of the Golden Council, my husband *holds Karan's hand* and I consider my friends as family too K: Parents and two older siblings, but the only real one is Seph B: Not anymore, no. But I do treat my associates and proteges as family

9. Oh? How about pets?

S: A huge hell warg that Karan loves *smiles* K: I don't B: Karan counts as a pet? K: Rude...

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

S: Cowardice K: Balthazar B: Weakness of convictions

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

S: Meditate and having a cup of tea, going for a walk with my dog

K: THAT ISN'T EVEN A DOG

S: Ah, and having dinner with our friends

K: Reading something before bed, cleaning our closet, go shopping supplies for my work...

S: And clothes

K: And clothes... Just sometimes.

B: Hearing classic music and having a good conversation with someone interesting

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

S: Only when it was necessary

K: More times that I'd like to admit

B: Many times, but never out of pure cruelty, I've always had my own reasons

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

S: Again, only when it was necessary K: Not directly B: Well, haven't everyone here? *chuckles*

14. What kind of animal are you?

S: I like the dogs and wolves, so I'll said a wolf

K: A phoenix, they're elegant and royal and so I do

S: A little extra, but I'll let you be

B: A bat! Smart, adorable creatures!..

K: Like rats with wings, it suits you

B: Now who’s being rude?

15. Name your worst habits?

S: Sometimes I can drink a little too much is the party is getting good

K: Sometimes I let Seph drink a little too much

S: C'mon, be honest

K: I buy a lot of clothes that I don't really need but I'm not planning on changing that soon

B: Leaving before people has finished to talk, but I can't help it! The look in their faces are hilarious!

S: And appearing in inopportune moments without announcing yourself

B: Is true

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

S: My father, he's a man of great honor that sacrificed a lot for my own sake

K: Not my dad, that's for sure. Seph on the other hand is not as bad 

B: There's one person, indeed. He's calm, patient, generous and kind, even when things seems difficult, he never quits protecting what matters to him

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

S: Gay

K: Gay, obviously

B: I'd be with anyone as long as the have something interesting on their head

18. Do you go to school?

S: I was educated by my father at home, also studied with Raziel at the Abbey

K: Yes and it was hell in heaven

B: There was no need, a few centuries of living can teach you a thing or two

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

S: Having kids would be nice...

K: But we're not ready for that

B: I could consider marry someone but I don't think I'd be the best at parenting, so that's completely out of the plan

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

S: I... Don't think so..?

K: You better don't

B: Eh, some people likes me and some people doesn't but I wouldn't call them "fans"

21. What are you most afraid of?

S: Failure, in my line of work a mistake can cost the life of someone you love

K: Flying spiders, I read a book once where...

S: Seriously?!

K: Losing you

S: Aw... Flying spiders sound terrifying tho

B: Flying spiders, have you seen it? Disgusting

22. What do you usually wear?

S: My armor or comfy clothes

K: My work robes or something more casual, depends on the season

S: He literally haves a pajama for every day of the week

K: True

B: Anything elegant but comfortable. I have appeared at the Grigori in a bath robe more than once tho, I don't mind

S: What about Samyaza?

B: I don't know, I'll ask him next time

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

S: I like pretty much any kind of broth

K: Salads with pasta on it

B: Cakes! I love it!

24. Am I annoying to you?

S: No, why?

K: Nah

B: You'd know by now

25. Well, it’s still not over!

S: Go ahead K: *nods* B: Shoot

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

S: I don't really know, to be honest

K: My parents are high class but eh...

B: High but don't let that to intimidate you, I'm just like any other demon

27. How many friends do you have?

S: A few and they're wonderful K: *nods with a smile* B: Enough

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

S:... Excuse me?

K: Pie?

B: It's... Ok I guess..??

29. Favorite drink?

S: Lemonade

K: Tea

B: Coffee, is a really important thing in my life

30. What’s your favorite place?

S and K: Home

B: The Abbey, it's a pretty place to have a chat and drink something. Raziel wouldn’t agree with me tho

31. Are you interested in anyone?

S and K: *looks at each other* K: Sorry, I'm married and can't answer that right now S: You ruined it K: I know B: There's one person but we'll see where that goes, it's not the right time

K: Raziel? Samyaza?

B: Try again, hun

32. That was a stupid question…

S: Nah

K: Eh, I've heard worse

B: A little personal, only

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

S: Lake

K: The lake sounds safer but you can get some pretty shots from the ocean if you have the right photographer

B: I'd rather use my private bathtub, more privacy, you see

34. What’s your type?

S: Karan K: Big, muscled guys with a beard S: *laughs* YOU'RE A TERRIBLE HUSBAND K: I know, no regrets 

B: I could arrange a meeting if you’d like

S: DON’T

B: For me is someone who is a intelligent, elegant, delicate... If they're shorter than me, that's a plus

35. Any fetishes?

K: We're not answering this

S: Being the soft dom and he enjoys it as well

K: WE'RE NOT ANSWERING THIS

B: Oh, having someone innocent and shy is always exciting

36. Camping or outdoors?

S: Outdoors

K: Indoors where I don't have to deal with bugs

B: Indoors for security reasons

#tag game #oc interview #sephtis #karan #balthazar

[heloflor]

Goodbyes

AO3 link

They exist because of him. They did what they needed to do to keep him safe. Nothing but him mattered to them.

So when he discovered them, the least he could do was give them a proper goodbye.

WARNING : this is about the island of Dakotas, meaning that some pretty dark implications will be brought up regarding what Dakota does to save Cavendish.

Note : Just some random thing that’s been on my mind for a while now when thinking about the island of Dakotas during the crossover. As per usual, Cavendish is married to Dakota. Also, for those who like to visualize the characters with some details : this fic follows an idea I mentioned here about the Dakotas on the island disposing of their engagement/wedding ring. btw, the fic I mention at the end of this post isn’t this one.

And another thing : a revelation given by Dakota in the second half of this fic is inspired by the ending of the fanfic “Flesh” by rotg5311 on AO3 (it’s about cannibal Dakota so be warned if you look it up).

Anyways. Enjoy !

The sun was slowly setting as the group of Dakotas was waiting for their boat. Most members were here, though a handful didn’t make it through the fight. Those Dakotas were mainly the older ones who lived through that event once and who lived longer with Balthazar, willing to do anything for him, even more than the younger versions. There were also the ones engaged to the man but never married, who used the frustration of their situation to fight like there was no tomorrow. Then, there were the ones most impacted by what they saw or what happened before they were replaced.

Overall, around a hundred of them lost their lives that day. But given how many they were and how little their existence mattered, these losses were insignificant.

That was the mentality the rest of the group had adopted as, for the second time in their lives, they were about to leave the world forever, becoming nothing than a mysterious dot on a map.

But despite the implications of their situation, the group was happily chatting. They talked about today, about how alive they felt to fight again to save the world, about how nice it had been to see Danville again, to see Balthazar again.

Most Dakotas still had their heads in the clouds thinking about the encounter. Never had they thought they would see the love of their lives again. So when he showed up on their island…Had it not been for the dire situation the world had been in, the group would have convinced the man to stay with them for a while. They had so much to talk about, so much time gone by without each other !

  Well…not exactly.

For dear Balthazar, no day went by without his husband. They knew this reality, they accepted it, no matter how much it hurt them to think about it.

It didn’t matter now anyways. They weren’t meant to exist. They had no intention of staying in town. They needed to go back to the island where they belonged.

It was with a heavy heart that the group started to embark on their boat.

    “WAIT !”

All Dakotas turned their attention to the dock when they heard the all-too-familiar voice. The word “Cavendish” started to spread among the group as they noticed the tall man running towards them. They waited, until Balthazar stopped a few feet away from them, breathing heavily from all the running.

“Don’t go yet.”, he managed to say despite his panting.

The Dakotas looked at each other, unsure on what to say or do. Then, Leader Dakota approached his former partner.

The leader was the first one. The only one who never saw Balthazar die. The only one who didn’t understand the charm the man had on his future selves, the only one who couldn’t understand. That was what led him to become the chief of the village. He was the only one who wasn’t biased by his feelings.

“Balth.”, the man greeted. “Something’s wrong ? You need our help again ?”

“No. I just-“, he took a deep breath, getting his composure. “I wanted to talk to you. All of you.”, he looked at the crowd, glancing at every Dakota he could as if wanting to look at all of them at the same time.

“I wanted to thank you all again for what you did. Not just today, but for me.”, a small smile formed on his lips. “I always knew my clumsiness could be dangerous for me. But this…I never would have thought you would be willing to do something so drastic. All for me…”

A murmur of “of course !” and “whaddya gonna do ?” spread among the group. The leader just shrugged.

“We’re more than glad to be here for you. We’re partners after all. It’s what we do.”, he commented.

Balthazar nodded, eyes glancing between the crowd and the leader.

“I don’t…I don’t know what you all went through or what you saw. And I know it’s not much after being away for so long but…I wanted to tell you goodbye. You deserve it. You deserve so much more ! And I’m…I’m sorry I can’t give it to you.”

“Aww. Come here !”, Leader Dakota approached the taller man and took him into a hug. Balthazar was quick to return the gesture, his smile never faltering.

“Goodbye, old friend.”, he murmured.

“It’s been nice seeing you again buddy. Take care.”, Leader Dakota replied.

After the shorter man pulled away, Balthazar approached the others and opened his arms. It only took an instant before the group understood and started to hurry towards him. Soon enough, Balthazar had to catch himself as one of the Dakotas jumped into his embrace.

Balthazar found himself giggle at the gesture and, as he heard a sob from the man in his arms, he started to slowly rub his back in comfort.

“Goodbye honey.”, the Dakota wept. “I’ll be missing you.”

“Goodbye.”, it was the only thing Balthazar could say. Those men all had a history with him, whether as an old pal, a date or especially a husband. He knew how terrible the separation must be for them, and he didn’t want to hurt them more than they already were.

When the Dakota pulled away, Balthazar was reassured to see the man smile despite the tears. Quickly, another Dakota took his place, followed by another and then another. Some were crying, some told him a few words. The olders, especially, told him to look forwards, told him with a wink that things weren’t going to be easy but, in a few years, he’ll be back to the right path.

Balthazar welcomed each and every Dakota with a smile. Giving them all the same goodbyes, the same reassuring touches. He wanted to say more, to talk to them, maybe find out what kind of deaths he went through. But he didn’t want them to think about it. He didn’t want to think about it. He was there. He was alive. Right now, that was all that mattered.

    ---------------

  Balthazar stayed on the dock until the boat was no longer visible in the horizon. He waved at the group who was all too happy to return the gesture. The tall man found himself wishing to cry seeing them all leave after all they did to him. Even if he didn’t know, even if they worked from the shadows, it didn’t change the fact that, without them, Balthazar wouldn’t be there now.

His heart full, Balthazar headed home. He had his own Dakota to see.

    ---------------

  It was late when Balthazar opened the door to a dark office. Vinnie was on the convertible couch, reading something. Seeing that his sunglasses were put away, Balthazar decided not to turn the lights on.

“You were out for a while.”, the shorter man commented as his husband closed the door. “Got lost trying to find a proof of what happened today ?”, he teased.

“It would be a wise thing to do.”, the tall man grumbled. “But no. I went to see the others you.”

“Really ?”, Vinnie lowered his phone to look at him. Balthazar nodded. “Are you saying you’re cheating on me with myself ?”, he continued with a smirk.

“I did not.”, despite usually hating any implication of him being unfaithful, Balthazar didn’t find himself angry as he replied. “None of my interactions went as far as a kiss.”

“Ah. You must’ve disappointed a few of them then.”

“…I hope I didn’t…”, he tried to shake his concern away. “And for your information, I went to tell them goodbye. This is the least I can do for them.”

Vinnie smiled. “You know,”, he said after a chuckle. “I’m sure they’re very happy that you did.”

Balthazar smiled back. But as he approached the bed, he found himself frown again.

“Are you eating in bed ?!”, he criticized.

“What ? You were taking hours to come back. And I got hungry waiting for you.”

“You’re always hungry”, Balthazar mumbled. He went to his side of the room to change in his pajamas. As per usual, he could feel his husband’s gaze as he started removing his clothing. At least he could hear the shorter man standing up and having the decency to put his chips bag away before getting back in bed. Balthazar joined him soon after, sitting next to him. Vinnie rested his head on the taller man’s shoulder, and Balthazar was quick to put an arm around Vinnie’s waist, slowly moving his arm up and down.

“Balth, can I tell you something ?”, the shorter man murmured.

“hmm ?”

“I don’t think you’ll like it. It’s about the others me.”, Vinnie warned.

“…Go ahead, dearest.”, Balthazar replied, planting a kiss on his husband’s head.

“I…I’m not the original Dakota.”, he confessed.

“The original ?”

“Yeah. You know, the one who goes back in time every time you die and takes the place of the one who didn’t see you die.”, he explained. “There’s no Dakota who saw all your deaths.”

“May I…know why this is ?”, Balthazar tried, looking his partner in the eye.

“Honestly I’m not sure. Something about your death being too gruesome or traumatizing I guess. One day, I met another version of me who was all bloody and hurt and all that…and instead of changing with me, he told me how to keep you alive. And then it happened again. And again.”, he chuckled sadly. “I think I’m like, the tenth Dakota. Probably more.”

Balthazar just stayed silent, taking the information in.

“You know, saving you isn’t always a one man’s job. Sometimes the other me helps. Even-even if it means dying. But…I guess dying can be as bad as being sent on an island. I mean sure, being on the island with others me must be fun but…y’know.”, he shrugged, his smile gone and his gaze down.

“…I believe I understand your point.”, the taller man replied, wishing he could find the right words to comfort his partner. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how horrible this situation must have been to live.

He stayed silent for a moment until a question popped into his mind. “Where…where do you think that ‘original’ you is now ? N-not that I wish to replace you of course.”, he quickly added. “Original or not, you’re my Dakota.”

Vinnie chuckled, though that hint of sadness was still present in his eyes.

“He’s probably on the island. Or, y’know, dead after today. Or dead before. Honestly I have no idea how they survive on this island.”

“You…you never visited it before ?”

“When would I have time to do that ?”, his amused tone was back. “You already notice it sometimes when I save you. If I left for several days without explanation, you would definitely notice. And I couldn’t risk it.”

“…I suppose…”, Balthazar wanted to ask more. How long had Vinnie be doing this ? What was his first death ? Why did Vinnie decide to go back ? Why had he never told him before ? How long does he intend on doing this ?...Does Vinnie truly believe that he’s worth all this effort ?

But it was getting late, and the taller man didn’t know if he could take all the answers in one night.

“You’re okay ?”, Vinnie suddenly asked in concern.

“I’m fine.”, he replied. “Why ?”

“Nothing, it’s just…I probably just shattered your entire worldview today and you’re…you’re so calm about it. I thought you’d be freaking out !”

“It’s late.”, Balthazar explained. “And we just had a very long day.”

“We sure did.”

“And don’t forget the few hours I just spent talking to the others you.”, the taller man rested his head on top of Vinnie’s. “Believe me, I still have a lot to ask, and I am feeling overwhelmed by it all.”

“But it’s too much to take in for one night ?”, Vinnie finished.

“It is.”

“Well then,”, the shorter man pulled away, lying down. “Guess we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“I sure hope so.”, Balthazar replied, hoping his tone made it clear that his husband was not going to avoid this conversation. Not that they were any reasons for him to do so. The secret was out. There was nothing to hide now.

Balthazar lied down next to his partner, grabbing the shorter man and pulling him close enough for his back to touch the taller man’s abdomen. Vinnie partly turned his head around and the two shared a kiss.

“Goodnight dear.”, Balthazar murmured after resting his head back onto the pillow.

“ ‘night honey.”, Vinnie murmured back.

Balthazar closed his eyes, letting the warmth and soft breathing of the other man lull him to sleep, preparing himself for a night full of memories, memories of all the moments he could have die, all the moments he found himself somehow saved,

all the moments he now knew Vinnie had been there to save him.

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[vinylackles]

chapter six: my heart will go on

a story about an angel, a hunter, a choice, love, a kitten named bumble, and will

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authors note: it’s been a minute!! if you’re still sticking with this story, thank you!! this chapter is a bit shorter, just getting back into the groove of things. hope you enjoy!

Tired of the amazon, they decided to meet elsewhere this time. A luxury of being an angel he supposed, they debated briefly over prayer before settling on going to the swiss alps, finding somewhere secluded high in the mountains. He wasn’t sure if the cold air stinging his eyes was from the speed of his flight or the wind in the mountains, but he didn’t have much time to debate.

“You haven’t opened it yet?” Sel spoke before his wings had even stilled, landing so close to Cas that he took a step to the side to create some distance. 

“Supposedly the contents of this box torture the individual, to keep it from being opened in times other than emergencies.”

“Sounds lovely. Leave it to charming little Balthazar.” The archangel rolled his eyes, brushing some of the snow that was falling off of his hands as he reached out for the box. Cas looked up at him in confusion. Sel returned the sentiment, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Castiel, this was my idea. I don’t want you to undergo any necessary pain, and I wouldn’t ask that of you. If anyone has to go through torture, let it be me.” He wiggled his fingers for emphasis.

“The one who opens the box is the one that the room reveals itself to. You can’t return to heaven to seek it. Besides, your grace is more powerful than mine-“

“And I would be able to heal you easier than you would I. I suppose there’s no other way then. Well just know, I’d give anything not to have you do this.” 

The words caused Cas’ throat to tighten and he bit back the bile, pushing the memory that the words brought back down.

“I hope it’s not too painful Castiel. And I will be here the whole time.” Sel’s voice was laced with concern, and it gave him a sense of comfort that he hadn’t felt with another angel in a long, long time. 

His hand was shaking a bit as he reached out, pinching the lid between his fingers. He slid it open carefully, easing it back to reveal whatever was inside. He tensed, expecting something to jump out at him when he finally removed the lid entirely. To his surprise, there was a small ring within the box. If he didn’t feel so apprehensive, he may have actually thought it to be pretty. But this was Balthazar, and he knew that it wouldn’t be that easy. Hesitantly, he slid the ring onto his finger.

“Hello.” The angel’s voice rang out as soon as the metal stopped moving on his skin. Cas looked to Sel, but the archangel was only watching him. It was obvious now that the voice was only audible to Cas, despite the fact that it was deafening to him. 

“You seek entrance to my weapons room I presume. State your name. Thinking will suffice, I am only in your head after all.” 

Castiel, he thought as clearly as he could, closing his eyes to focus on what Balthazar was saying.

“Ahh yes. Hello Cas. You’re probably wondering how I’m speaking to you, considering I’m dead, thanks to you. This isn’t real, and the ring was enchanted by a dear witch friend of mine. She didn’t believe that I could survive the peril that it causes. Two full days of Celine Dion serenading me with that god awful song, I about lost my mind! But I won it from her, naturally, and now I’ve repurposed it for this. In order to unlock the directions to my weapons room, you must endure the torture that the ring mandates. The spell reaches into the deepest parts of your mind, and uses it against you. Take it off, cheat, or try to weasel your way out, and the ring with disappear from your finger and you will have nothing. Do you accept?” 

Yes. Cas thought clearly. There was an odd sensation in his chest, and he felt as though he were flying, though he knew his feet remained on the ground. “Good luck brother. You’re going to need it.” 

And with that, Balthazar’s voice was gone and everything was black. Bracing for pain, he could tell he was no longer in the cave with Selaphiel, but he couldn’t place where he was immediately. And it was quiet – too quiet. For a moment, he thought that he was back in the empty. But then, he heard it. Echoing off the walls he couldn’t see, piercing through the space and filling it from every side.

“CAS!”

It was Dean. He’d know that voice anywhere. And it wasn’t just Dean, it was Dean in pain; a sound he was unfortunately far too familiar with. And he should have known, he should have expected this. 

He knew it wasn’t real, he knew it was just the ring, and he knew Dean was safe wherever he was. But that didn’t stop him from running, clawing his way through the darkness after the sound like he would die if he didn’t get there right then. He felt as though he would. 

The black gave way and he was suddenly in Dean’s bedroom. There was a faint trace of light in the room, just enough for him to see Dean’s outline on the bed. He was curled on his side, like he usually slept, with his arm tucked under the pillow. It had been a nightmare. He hadn’t called out like that for anyone since Cas started staying in his room with him. The pang in Cas’ heart at the sight was more powerful than he would have ever thought possible. How had it only been a day since he’d seen him?

The angel moved to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, relaxing at the feel of his familiar cotton t-shirt under his fingertips. The room smelled just like he remembered, felt just like it should.

“Dean I’m right here, you’re just having a nightmare. It’s okay,” Cas soothed him, rubbing on his shoulder just hard enough for him to wake up.

Dean turned over to him, like he always did in the mornings when his eyes fluttered open. He was expecting the usual groan, the searching hand, looking for him. But when he finally rolled all the way over, all Cas could do was scream. It was a sound that had never left him before, and it ripped through his throat and out his mouth without warning. 

Dean’s eyes were open, but they were empty. There were new freckles along his cheekbones and nose, and when Cas grabbed his face they smeared, leaving bright red streaks as the blood spread. 

“No, no no baby c’mon, wake up,” Cas groaned, moving to hold Dean in his arms. His limp body toppled out of the bed and onto the floor. Cas caught him, holding him up with one arm. He used his other hand to begin healing him, even though he didn’t know where the bleeding was coming from.  But no blue light came from his fingers, and he suddenly realized just how heavy the man in his arms was.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. He was human again. And there was absolutely nothing he could do. Dean’s body shivered in his arms and he realized that he was still alive, still pulling ragged, painful breaths in through his dry lips.

“It’s okay love, shh it’s okay, I’m here.” The words left Cas like a reflex, taking any opportunity he could to bring Dean the comfort he couldn’t provide.

“Help me.” Dean’s voice was broken and raw when he looked up into the angel’s eyes. Surely his eyes hadn’t always been that green, his face that beautiful. Before Cas could answer, another voice spoke out, echoing and mighty.

“This is what you wanted Cas. You asked for this once, remember?”

It was God. He wasn’t sure if he was in the room, or if he was just in his head. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from Dean to check.

“I don’t want it anymore, please Father. Help him, heal him.” Cas was sobbing, the broken sound seeming to surround both of them, coming back at all angles.

“You wanted to be human. This is what it means. This is what it feels like.” 

“No, no it isn’t. It wasn’t supposed to be this.” 

“You were selfish. You doubted your nature, you disobeyed. You wanted to feel, to love. You wanted more. Being an angel wasn’t enough for you, was it Castiel? Now look what you have. Look what you’ve become. You can’t protect him; you can’t protect anyone. Kelly trusted you with her son, and you can’t save him either. You are worthless Cas. To me, and to everyone around you. Without your grace, you are nothing.” 

Cas turned then, his blood boiling. He expected to see his father’s human form, but instead stood a much taller man, his broad shoulders silhouetted by the hallway light. And in his arms, a much smaller form. Cas didn’t think there was anything left in his heart to break, but he felt the tiny slivers shatter as he realized what he was seeing.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice came out as if he was being strangled, and if he hadn’t been holding Jack in his arms he probably would have fallen to the ground right then.

The younger Winchester took a few steps into the room, dropping to his knees as he took in the sight before him, his brother bloody and dying. It wasn’t anything new to him, but Cas could tell that this time was different.

“I left him with you, I thought he’d be safe,” Sam said, and his voice wasn’t angry. It was disappointed, and somehow that was worse. 

“I’m so sorry Sam. There’s nothing I can do, I-I tried.”

“I did too. I was too late.”

It was only after his words that Cas realized how pale Jack was, how limp his small body looked in Sam’s lap. He didn’t have to put a finger to his neck to know that his pulse was gone but he did it anyways. His fingers shook against his son’s skin, and he grabbed at his shirt, his shoulder, anything he could get his hands on. Cas pulled Jack into his side with his free arm, still clinging to Dean with the other. 

He wasn’t sure why he started to rock the smaller boy back and forth. He had read about it in a parenting book, but he knew in his mind that Jack was much too big. His instincts didn’t seem to care. So he held his boy as tightly as he could, whispering his apologies to his unhearing ears, hoping that wherever he was, it was better and he was safe, and with his mother. 

And while he did so, he felt Dean stop breathing beside him. The tears turned to sobs that turned into heaving, and his muscles began to weaken with the force of it. Against his will he felt Sam pull Dean’s body away from him, and when he could finally see through his tears, Sam was holding Dean tight against him, still as a stone expect for the hand that was running through his short hair. And somehow, Dean seemed more comfortable there. His body seemed to belong there, with his brother and it hit him then. Dean didn’t need anybody but Sam, he never did. There was no room in his shielded heart for anyone but his brother, his family. 

“Sam. Sam, I’m so sorry.” Cas tried to speak.

“Enough Cas. Just, enough.” 

It took some effort, but Sam stood from the ground, picking his brother up in his arms. He carried him out of Cas’ sight, closing the door behind him without a word.  It took everything in him not to get up, to chase Sam out of the room and pull Dean back into his arms where he belonged. The cold metal of the ring on his finger felt like it was burning, begging him to take it off and throw it across the room, but he knew he couldn’t. So he just watched as Sam left, until all that was left was the darkness of the room, the weight of Jack in his arms, and the knowledge that he had lost everything that had ever loved him back.

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[rosemoonweaver]

First Lines

Rules: list the first lines of your last ten published stories. 👀 if there are any patterns yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! tag up to ten friends!

I was tagged by @jemariel! Thanks!

Home or Something Like It

Move in day was quickly shaping up to be one of Dean’s least favorite days in the history of forever.

Bound and Tide

Rey sits on a high rock, just past the shore.

Under Twin Moons

“Just a little longer, okay, Rose?” Finn says, his voice more breath than words.

Cat’s Cradle

Sam tucks himself into his computer nook, steaming cup of coffee cradled in his hands.

Strength Enough to Build a Home

There’s a knock at the Winchester’s door.

These Roads We Take

Despite all the things Sam’s seen and done in his life, he’s never put much stock in tarot readings.

Night at the Fish Zoo

“How much trouble do you think I’d get in if I took a naked selfie right now and sent it to Balthazar?”

The Dragon’s Keep

This was how Dean was going to die.

A Little More Than Super Friends 

Castiel was being punished.

Trigger Happy

Sam’s fingers tightened around Jimmy’s neck as he gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing against Sam’s palm.

Observations: 

My first sentences tend to amount to “named character does a thing” which I think is probably a good way to introduce who and what we’re getting into. Fics with a lighter tone tend to have shorter beginning sentences. I hope these are all decent enough hooks that my readers would want to read more, because that’s always my aim. I guess I’m not as much of a fan of starting with dialogue as I once was because only two of these begin with spoken words. 

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[sabriel-ravenking-brekker]

Unsinkable Part 2 •Sabriel Titanic•

*Part 1 here*

Sam woke the following morning with his arm slung across a very topless Gabe. A small smile graces his lips as he studies Gabriel, who was still peacefully asleep against Sam’s chest. They hadn’t gone any further than removing their shirts last night, but Sam still felt like he was in heaven.

‘People say this is bad, unnatural, but I’ve never felt happier,’ Sam thinks, hugging Gabe closer as the shorty stirs.

“Mornin’ Samoose,” Gabriel says in a sleep filled, husky voice.

“Morning Gabe,” Sam presses his lips against Gabriel’s temple, causing him to giggle and roll over to face Sam.

“So, this turned out a lot better than I expected,” Gabriel whispers, gazing into Sam’s eyes.

Sam presses a kiss against Gabe’s lips. “Oh? How did you think it was going to go?”

“I was scared you’d punch me or something,” Gabriel grinned sheepishly. “You can’t blame me for that though, people frown upon me based on my personality alone, if they knew I liked guys… I’d loose my job.”

Sam kisses Gabriel again, “well, I’m glad you risked it.”

The two spent the day hidden in Sam’s room, exchanging kisses and talking as the hours blurred by. Eventually Sam leaves for dinner as Gabriel goes down to the workers gallery, grinning ear to ear as he decided there was no better way to spend his day off.

Sam spent the entirety of dinner day dreaming about the life he and Gabriel could have once they reached America.

“Mr Winchester? Are you alright?” One of Sam’s dinner companions, Crowley MacLeod was watching him curiously.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just thinking about what a nice night it is.”

Crowley smiled, their other companions nodding in agreement.

“That it is,” A girl named Jessica Moore smiled kindly at Sam.

“Should be smooth sailing tonight, and hopefully tomorrow as well,” Crowley added.

“That’s if you don’t worry about the ice berg warnings they’ve had today,” Michael Singer frowned, taking a long sip from his whiskey glass.

Sam almost got distracted again when the whiskey reminded him of Gabriel’s eyes, then another worried voice joined their conversation.

“Ice bergs? But this ship is unsinkable, isn’t it?” Kevin Tran asked, looking sick.

“Of course, the captain won’t let it even touch an ice berg though, so I don’t see why you two are worried,” Crowley said smoothly.

The conversation turned onto other subjects after that, the matter of ice bergs forgotten. Sam just nods along, occasionally speaking when someone spoke to him, but the rest of the time he spent day dreaming about Gabe again.

Finally dinner was finished and Sam excused himself from the group, claiming to feel ill. Rushing back to his quarters, his grin came back as he saw Gabe waiting for him, casually leaning against the wall.

They slipped into the room, locking the door behind them, and sat on the bed.

“What’s going to happen when we reach land?” Gabriel suddenly asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

Sam shrugs, “I honestly don’t know, do you, do you want to be… uh, dammit I don’t know, together?”

Gabriel chuckles as Sam stuttered and blush, and Sam glares playfully at him as he replied. “I would love to try this,” Gabriel grins.

They end up lying together, Gabriel’s head on Sam’s chest as the taller boy plays with his hair.

Meanwhile, on the top decks of the ship, a look out spotted a looming mass in the gathering haze, and Balthazar Novak hurried to pick up the telephone to warn the bridge, ringing the warning bell as he did so.

Sam and Gabriel heard some sort of commotion, but were too caught up in each other to take much notice.

It was an hour later, Sam was happily kissing Gabriel when the ship pitched dramatically.

The two shot upright, eyes wide as they clutched each other.

“What was that?” Sam asked, pulling Gabriel closer as shouts filled the halls, the ship jolting again.

“I don’t know,” Gabe said distractedly, clinging to Sam.

They grab their shirts and tug them back on, running out into the corridor to see what was happening.

“Everyone to the lifeboats! Woman and child board first!-“

Sam didn’t hear the rest of the words that the sailor was shouting, the people rushing around them chaotically were too loud.

“Gabe-“ Sam grabbed the shorter boy and pulled him closer.

“Don’t lose me in the crowds,” Gabe said fearfully, holding Sam’s hand tightly.

Even in the chaos, some people shot them looks, but for the most part they were ignored as people ran for the safety of the life boats.

“L-lets go,” Sam pulled Gabe, struggling through the crowd.

The stairs were blocked, people were making it up, but very slowly.

Sam pushed and pushed, but they were still stuck near the bottom nearly an hour later. This was because crowds from upper levels had pushed in and everyone one was trying to get out of the lower levels. So when water first started seeping in, panic began washing through the crowd, driving people to act even more reckless as they surged up like wild animals, now ignoring the poor worker who had been trying to make people file out in a calm and ordered fashion. This was all it took for the crowded line to start moving.

Sam keeps a tight grip on Gabriel’s hand as they moved, wet shoes squeaking against the hard floors.

“Sammy! We can take the workers short cut,” Gabe shouts, tugging Sam along as they reach the next floor.

The ship pitched up again, sending people around them sprawling as they fought against the flow of this floor’s habitants.

Gabriel leads him through a door and they start running down the narrower corridor even as water began sloshing at their feet.

Dashing up another set of stairs, it wasn’t long before they reached the decks. Here, it was even more chaotic than downstairs, and Sam noticed Gabriel was scanning the crowds, as if looking for someone.

“Gabe, who is it?”

“My brother! Balthy, he works on the ship too,” Gabe had tears in his eyes.

“We’ll find him,” Sam promised, kissing Gabriel’s cheek and leading him away from the life boats that the woman and children were frantically climbing into.

They run across the deck, yelling Balthazar’s name as loud as they could.

“Balthy? Has anyone seen my brother Balthazar!?”

“He went downstairs looking for you,” a passing sailor calls out as he rushes to help people onto the life boats.

Sam was distracted momentarily, in a blind moment where all he could see was a lifeboat that only had half the people it could hold being launched. He was temporarily angered by this, which lead to him going to run over and stop them from launching more prematurely. Then he realised in his distraction he hadn’t notice Gabe slip is hand free, and now the golden haired man was nowhere to be seen.

“Gabriel!?” Sam’s heart missed several beats as he spun around, scanning the busy area. “Gabe?”

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[essentiallyeverythingandmore]

Sweet Mother of Chuck - Supernatural/DC

“RICHARD I SWEAR TO CHUCK!” I screamed, running after my “brother”. I’m apart of the Wayne family. Bruce found me when I was just a fledgling archangel, cast out for being a mistake. A freak of nature. You could see my large, midnight blue wings 24/7, which isn’t normal for angels. My brother, Raphael saw this to be a problem, and cast me out, much to the dismay of my other 3 brothers, Michael, Lucifer, and Gabriel.

But since then, Bruce found me and raised me. I grew up alongside Richard Grayson, Damien Wayne, Tim Drake, and Jason Todd. We would fight alongside Bruce- the Batman- at night, protecting Gotham City. 

Alfred found a way for me to conceal my wings, which became helpful. Still, even as I grew up in a loving- and extremely aggressive- family, I never lost hope that maybe my other brothers were looking for me. 

Maybe.

“Why do you always say you swear the Chuck instead of God?” Richard asked suddenly, stopping to face me. I stopped and tried to formulate a sentence. “Well, you know I’m Enochian. I’m an angel, the only things made before me were my brothers, Michael, Raphael, Lucifer, and Gabriel. And God, of course. But, he goes by Chuck.” I said. Dick furrowed his eyebrows and I shrugged. “I don’t know either. Now give me my phone!” I yelled, tackling him.

“I swear! I don’t even have it! I passed it off to Damien!” Dick protested, fighting me off. “Kids! Play nice...For once in your goddamn lives.” Bruce exclaimed as he walked by. “If it isn’t with Damien, I’ll kill him. Then you!” I yelled, running off to find my pesky younger brother. 

“DAMIEN!” I yelled, appearing from behind him. I spooked him good enough that he dropped something onto the floor. My phone! I snatched it up and shoved him to the floor. “Don’t take my phone again, asshat.” I said. “(Y/N)! KEEP THE SWEARING TO A MINIMUM AROUND DAMIEN!” Bruce yelled. “SORRY DAD!” I yelled back. 

I went to my room and cued up the Netflix on my TV, excited to be able to get back to The Vampire Diaries now that I had my phone safely returned to my hand. But, right as soon as I pressed play, Alfred called for me. “For fucks sake.” I muttered, transporting myself to the living room. “Yes?” I asked impatiently. “There are guests here for you.” Alfred said, gesturing behind me. When I turned around, I nearly fainted. 

“CASTIEL!?” 

I was greeted with a shy wave from Castiel and a sharp look from one of the lumberjack looking fellas with him. The other seemed calmer. Probably the Winchesters.

“I can’t believe it, you’re really here!” I exclaimed, flying forward to hug him. “I tried to find you much sooner, but it proved to be challenging. Someone had you cloaked.” Castiel explained. “Cloaked? Who?” I asked angrily. “We’re thinking Lucifer.” The bigger one said. “What? No, Luci wouldn’t do that.” I frowned. “I believe he thought he was protecting you, is all. Michael-” Castiel was saying. “Dead, I know.” I said sadly, cutting him off.

“What about Gabe? And Balth! Or that dirty bastard Raphael?” I asked. “Gabriel has been searching for you relentlessly, but is now missing. To us, at least. Balthazar is currently in France, and Raphael is also dead.” Castiel said. “Thank Chuck! About time that asshole bit the dust.” I scoffed. The smaller one smirked and chuckled lowly. “Who’re they?” I asked.

“I’m Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean. I know you don’t know us, but we could really use your help.” Sam said. “With?” I asked. “Lucifer is missing, and so is Gabriel. You are the only archangel we currently have access to.” Dean said gruffly. “I still don’t understand.” I said.

“We need your grace to help us open a rift to another dimension so we can save our Mom and Lucifer’s son, Jack.” Dean said. My eyes widened. “A nephilim? I thought I felt one, but I didn’t believe myself! Of course I’ll help you. He is technically my nephew.” I smiled. “Thank you. We really appreciate this.” Sam said.

“(Y/n)? Who was at the door?” Bruce asked, walking into the room. “My brother.” I said. “And some... Friends.” I added. “I have to go with them, Dad.” I frowned. “No you don’t. These are the same people who cast you out all those years ago-” Bruce was saying, until the boys came in. “(Y/n)? You aren’t leaving us, right?” Damien asked, tears brewing in his eyes. “Oh, Dame! I could never leave you. Not forever.” I said, flying over to hug him. 

“You can’t go, (y/n). Who’s going to save my ass when I make stupid decisions while we’re fighting? And... And I need you. I need my little sister.” Jason said gently. Jason’s never like this. Dear Chuck, this is going to be hard. “J-Jase...” I whimpered. “Don’t do that.” I pleaded.

“And he’s right, (y/n). Who’s going to make us hella nice homecooked meals and force us to stop playing video games and spend time together? What about sibling bonding time? Come on, (y/n), they aren’t your family. You know that. We are.” Tim said. “Who’s going to sing me to sleep and make up bedtime stories for me or tell me about Heaven?” Damien asked, grabbing my hand. 

“And who’s going to be some real competition at Mario Kart Galaxy 7 while you’re away?” Richard joked. “And somehow you always manage to make Master Bruce get to sleep, and I rather enjoy our tea time.” Alfred input. 

“(Y/n), I promise you, we won’t keep you. The longest you’d be away is a week, tops.” Sam assured me. “Okay! See guys? Just a week. We can do that.” I smiled weakly. “I’ll call each of you every night, I promise. I’ll be back before you know it.” I swore. 

They each nodded solemnly, as if they knew this wasn’t the truth. They each kissed the top of my head- except Damien, he kissed my cheek since he was the only one shorter than me- and then Castiel, Sam, Dean, and I were off. 

Let’s go save the devil’s spawn.