#deano come back please

[gilverrwrites]

Against The Wall (/Bathroom Door)

Pairing: Dean Winchester/AFAB! Reader

Feminine pronouns used.

Plot: Dean and the reader are unable to keep their hands off each other during dinner. They sneak off together for a 'quickie' in the restroom.

Rating: M/18+

This is a re-written/edited fic I wrote and posted on a now deleted tumblr. If I recall correctly, it was originally a request for 'against the wall' sex.

Please remember: to be kind to yourself.

Content: Swearing, (really cheesy) flirting, established romantic/sexual relationship, nipple play, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, teasing, dirty talk, semi-public, clothed sex, size difference, biting, (non-sexual) peeing.

Excerpt: "Give me rough and ready any day.”  “Ohhh, don’t worry Darlin’...” Dean smirked, the hand on your thigh slipped to cup you through your jeans as he almost closed the gap between you, his lips less than an inch away. “I intend to.”

“Why are we staying here? Why didn’t we check in to that place down the road?” You groaned. You couldn’t help but feel like a sore thumb, as you needlessly examined the well-dressed wait staff and their high society patrons. If the side eyes, and tight smiles they shot back at you were anything to go by, they also thought your table stood out.

Attempting to avert your gaze, you glanced over the menu and had to stifle a gasp. Tired and sore from the hunt, you’d collectively decided that it would be faster and easier to just dine at the hotel’s restaurant, but $37 for a burger, FRIES NOT INCLUDED! Daylight robbery! In hindsight, you wished you’d bothered to walk the extra 10 minutes to the nearest greasyspoon, just on principle. Besides, the motel down the road was next door to a pizza joint, double whammy. “It would have been a helluva lot cheaper.”

“Because it was full up. Besides, I thought you’d appreciate somewhere a little more sophisticated.” Dean replied. If the grin on his face, and the hand on your thigh was anything to go by, he didn’t really care where he was, he was just happy for the food and the company. And to be done with the ghouls you’d been hunting down all week. He winked at you as he leaned in and snatched the menu from you, and you giggled when his brows shot up. Likely also outraged at the price of a burger, WITHOUT FRIES.

“Deano, sophisticated; we, are, not.” You stated as matter-of-factly as you could, trying to ignore his hand as it inched higher and higher up your leg.

“Speak for yourself Sweetheart.” He quipped, locking his eyes with yours and wiggling his eyebrows, “I’ve always had a taste for the finer things in life.”

“HA.” You deadpanned, but he didn’t budge. You leaned in closer, lowering your voice to a purr. “Well, not me. Give me rough and ready any day.”

“Ohhh, don’t worry Darlin’...” Dean smirked, the hand on your thigh slipped to cup you through your jeans as he almost closed the gap between you, his lips less than an inch away. “I intend to.”

You would have leaned in to kiss him, had the sound of Sam clearing his throat, signifying his discomfort, not distracted you both. Embarrassed at having forgotten his presence you both leaned back in your chairs. Dean promptly placed both his hands on the table and shot Sam a very unserious thrown.

“Sorry, Sam.” You extended a brief apology and the three of you sat in awkward silence until someone came to take your drink orders.

“I’m going to the ladies’ room.” You announced shortly after the waiter had left. “10 bucks says this place has attendants.” You joked as you stand from the table and walk away.

“Wait up, I gotta take a leak too!” Dean declared. “If they come back for food, just order for his. No green shit.” He instructed his brother before wrapping an arm over your shoulder and following very, very close behind you. You really did need to pee, but if Dean had something else in mind, you wouldn’t object.

Together you manoeuvred your way through the labyrinth of busy tables and ‘atmospherically’ dim hallways until you found a vestibule of doors labelled ‘la toilettes’.

Dean held you at arms-length as he poked his head through one and looked around. From what you could see, it seemed to be a single occupancy bathroom. “Score!” Dean turned to face you as he backed the rest of his body into ‘la toilette’, pulling you in with him. “Plus, no attendant, you owe me 10 bucks.”

The moment you heard the lock click behind you he pounced, arms either side of you, fingers against your scalp, caging you between his firm chest and the door. Your lips crashed together; a shiver ran up your spine as he groaned into your mouth. It wasn’t a soft kiss, it was harsh, demanding, just how you liked it. You snaked your hand under his shirt and ghosted your fingers up until they rested on his chest, there you could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.

Briefly, you felt high on the effect you had on him. The moment abruptly ended when he snatched your waist, twisting you around, and pushing you face first against the cold wood.

In this new position, you could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your ass, instinctively you reached an arm back to rub against him.

“F-fuck.” Dean spluttered, grinding into your open palm. “You’re so sexy.”

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You replied, “But can we get a move on please.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He rasped, before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin of your shoulder. Strong hands begin roaming your body. One hand skirts along the curves of your upper body before gliding back up, beneath your shirt, under your bra and begins squeezing at your breast. His calloused fingers pinch at your sensitive nipple, rolling it between the tips of his fingers.

His bite softens, and his tongue flicks against the tender skin before he begins to ghost his lips over your neck, kissing, licking, sucking, marking. Meanwhile, his other hand deftly works on your belt, whipping it open in no time, he nabs the hem of your jeans and yanks down, forcing them down to your knees, underwear following soon after.

You sucked in a breath and arched your back against him when you felt a finger begin running against your slit. A second finger quickly joined, and you withered at the feel of his coarse digits splitting your lips open. The heel of his palm pressed against your clit, sending a shockwave through your body, two fingers gently prodded at your entrance, but he didn’t push in straight away.

Needlessly you rocked against his hand, hoping to garner some friction against your clit, trying to sink yourself onto his fingers, but you just couldn’t quite hit the right spot.

“Dean stop!” You whined. “I need you.”

“Need me?” He chuckled, his hot breath tickling the back of your neck. You knew he had a shit-eating grin on his face, and he was lucky you were too needy to care. “Need me to what?”

“Need you inside me.” You whispered back to him, cheeks ablaze. “Need you to fuck me.”

You felt your hole slowly spread open as his fingers inched in, stretching you around them, but no sooner had it started when he halted again.

“Dean, please!” You begged, and seemingly that was exactly what he needed to hear.

Within seconds his long fingers were buried inside you. Leaving no time to adjust he started pumping in and out, scissoring your insides, while the heel of his hand massaged your sweet spot, both actions sending an unbearable pressure through your body.

It wasn’t long before he slid in a third, and you were seeing stars, panting and rutting as a tight knot surged in your core, your climax was fast approaching, tittering on the edge when Dean abruptly pulled himself from you.

An exasperated cry leaves your lips as you attempt to reach for him, to pull him back but you’re barely able to brush your fingers against his arm. Accepting failure, you spin around to face him, ready to pout at him, to demand an explanation but before you open your mouth his hands are cupping your thighs. He lifts you off your feet, forcing your arched back against the door once again. With some shuffling he managed to bring your knees up, hooking your ankles over his shoulders, his face embedded in your concealed cleavage.

“Hold still.” He instructs, balancing your weight between one hand and the door, as he makes quick work of his belt, jeans, and boxers. You bite your lip, repressing any instinct to wither or jerk as his cock springs free.

“Ready?” He asks, his half-lidded, lusty green eyes gaze up at you as he positions himself at your entrance.

“Ready, and very, very eagerly waiting.” You confirm.

You suck in a breath as he enters you all at once, relaxing his grip on your body slightly so you sink down, taking every single inch of his shaft.

“Fuck.” He shudders against your body, his eyes rolling back already. His voice to low and guttural. “You feel so good. So fucking wet.”

Hands gripped tight against the wall for support, ankles firmly angled against his shoulders, you roll your body, grinding your pussy up and down his cock. His fingers dig tight into your thighs, surely leaving bruises as he savours the feeling.

“Fuck me, Dean.” You plead, rocking on his dick once more. “Need you to fuck me.”

“How could I say no to that.” He groans, adjusting his grip on you, slipping his hands up until they’re wrapped tight around the back of your knees. He slowly leans back, sliding his cock out until only the tip remains inside, before brutally slamming back in. It doesn’t take long for him to find his pace, slow, hard, and so fucking deep.

If he registers the creak of the old wood supporting your back, he clearly didn’t care. Neither of you had really made an effort to disguise what you were doing, why start now?

You were soon twitching at the feel of each thrust, murmuring his name. You didn’t expect to last long after he’d brought you so close once already, and you were right. He rebuilt that tension almost instantly, you felt dizzy, hot and wet. Barely able to feel anything but the throbbing, burning heat between your legs. With one last strangled moan, you tightened around him as you reached your climax.

Dean soon followed behind, the feel of your cunt tightening around his dick setting him off. His muscles clenched around your body, and his pace slowed as he released inside you, grunting with each spurt.

Flushed and panting you both remained in your positions as you came back down. Cum began to seep out of you as Dean softens.

“That was….” Dean pursed his lips as he searched for the right word. A smile spreads across his lips as he seemingly finds it. “That was, awesome.”

“That was awesome.” You reiterated as you began lowering your body. Dean's firm hands steadied your feet return to the floor. He reached down to pull your jeans up for you, but you stopped him, shooing his hands away.

“I really do need to pee!” You answered his puzzled look as you waddled over to the toilet.

“Right!” He laughed, as he pulled up his own trousers. “Plus, you should always pee after sex, right?”

You nodded affirmatively as you did your business. There was something weirdly intimate actually urinating in front of your boyfriend without shame. You really did have nothing to hide, he knew every gross detail.

“We should head back out there.” You said as you finished up. Readjusting your clothes and washing your hands. “Sam will probably think we fell in or something.”

“Nah, he may look it, but he's not that dumb.” Dean joked. “He better have ordered something good, I need more than rabbit food after that.”

“Agreed! Oh, and Dean?”

“Yeah, babe?” He answered as he drapes his arm over you.

You press your head into his shoulder, looking up at him through your lashes. “Round two after dinner?”

“If I ever say no to that, I want you to shoot me.”

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

DAY THREE: Warm Food w/ Sick!Dean Winchester

a/n: Ah late late late, I know I know, but this whole flu business has been kicking my butt, but now I feel significantly better to start uploading again, even though they may come slowly still seeing as though my life never sleeps! Here's this hurt/comfort, sick!fic madness!

masterlist | comfortember masterlist | AO3

TAGLIST: @alina02 @louderfortheback

As bad as it sounds, one of Dean's many flaws is that he refuses to accept help or admit when there's something wrong with him, but it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that he was sick. Nose red with irritation and mucus, his forehead was scalding to the touch, his voice scratchy due to it's dryness.

At first, the man had insisted that he was fine, even though you had to put up with almost an hour of him sniffling before he had gotten up to finally blow his nose. You had tried to tell him that his beer wasn't very hydrating, but he didn't listen until he had ran to one of the many bathrooms in the bunker, inevitably throwing up his guts. You were with him every step of the way, rubbing his hunched over back as he dry heaved.

He leaned on you the whole way back to your shared room, gently setting him down on the bed as you undressed him. "I don't think I have enough energy for that tonight, sweetheart." He said teasingly. You shot him a glare as you tugged off his heavy boots. "Shut it, Dean." You said halfheartedly, worry twisting in your gut as you kept a close eye on him. "Baby, you don't gotta be worried, I'm fine." He then proceeded to cough into his elbow, the sound real nasty as you winced. "Just lay there Dean, I'll be back." He just grunted, rolling over onto his side. It was the first time that whole day that you hadn't heard any complaints come from him, that was what made you nervous.

You rushed to grab a bunch of medicine, most of the brands ranging from nightquil to ibuprofen. Gripping a Gatorade tightly, you hurried back to your room where you found him already passed out asleep. You shook him awake, handing him to gel capsules before handing him the electrolyte filled juice. He quickly fell asleep again all the while you snuck away to the bunkers kitchen where you proceeded to make chicken and rice soup, figuring it would be something easy on his stomach and it most definitely would help ease some of that nastiness in his throat.

You were satisfied with yourself to say the least, already feeling the '#1 Girlfriend' badge weaseling itself onto your night shirt. You had always enjoyed taking care of Dean whenever you could, but it was mostly when he allowed you to do so, sometimes even begrudgingly coming from his end. You were hoping he would be able to sleep for a little bit longer, but alas, you heard wretched coughs echo down the hallway, alerting you of his presence. You quickly scooped some of the food into a bowl, wetting a hand towel and throwing it over your shoulder. You didn't care that it soaked your shirt as you padded your way back to where your boyfriend laid.

"Deano," You called out softly. "I made you some food. It should help." He only groaned in retaliation, remaining unmoving. "Baby, please sit up for me." You pleaded. He easily obliged, letting out tiny sounds of discomfort as he manuvered on his achy muscles. "Thank you." You said in quiet satisfaction. He looked weak and tired, the lamp illuminating the side of his sullen looking face.

You brushed some sweat soaked hair off of his forehead and you gently held the bowl in your hands. You scooped some of the rice and broth onto the spoon, shoveling it into his mouth. He swallowed it, letting out what sounded like a sigh of relief as his body sunk against the headboard.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

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[elementaldoughnut12]

Lazy Birthday

*don't steal this or I'm sending the doughnut gods on you also happy birthday Seth Rollins!!*

Seth Rollins woke up to something heavy laying on his chest. "What the fuck is laying on me and why does it smell like my frosted coconut body gel?" Seth thought to himself. He looked down and saw it was just his husband of twenty years, Dean Ambrose. He always thought that Dean looked adorable when he slept even after when he cut his hair and bulked up. Unfortunately, he didn't like when Dean drooled on his chest and it made the hair on his chest all matted and sticky, not to mention how Dean puts all his weight on him and it feels like Seth has an elephant laying on him. Seth didn't care though because it was worth waking up every morning with the man who made his life very interesting.

Gently, Seth tried to push Dean off him so they can get ready to meet Roman later for Seth's birthday brunch. His action only led to Dean whining and pulling Seth to him and putting him in a vice-like grip. "Deano come on! We gotta get ready or Roman will blow his gasket!" Seth says while trying to escape his husbands tight hold. "It's your birthday, why do you wanna go eat some fancy fucking omelet?" Dean says, his voice still groggy from sleep. "Cause Roman wanted to plan something a little special for my birthday and I don't want him thinking we ditched his ass like his family did" Seth says out of pity for their brother.

"Well, I'm giving you the first part of your birthday present from me and that's laying in bed with your sexy dilf husband" Dean says while slowly grinding his dick on Seth's crotch. "We don't even have kids yet you're calling yourself a dilf?" Seth laughs at his husbands pouting face. "Also don't start grinding on me because then I'll have to fuck you senseless and then we'll be super late" Seth says while pushing Dean's hips away.

"Can we just stay in bed an hour or two more please Sethie?" Dean says with puppy dog eyes. Seth sighs and pulls Dean close to him and kisses his forehead. "Fine, we can stay in bed a bit more Dean or should I call you Mox since you change your fucking name every time you post on twitter" Seth says while laughing at his husbands death glare. "If you don't fucking stop, I'm gonna give you the second part of your birthday present" Dean says seriously. "Oh and what's that my sadistic angel from hell?" Seth asks feigning innocence. "A birthday blowjob from yours truly" Dean says confidently with a seductive grin. "Well babe I'm excited for that but first, let's finish our cuddle session you desperately wanted to spend with me" Seth says fondly at Dean. Dean huffs and kisses Seth deeply, "Happy birthday Seth, I fucking love you" he says happily. Seth kisses Dean passionately which makes Dean moan a little. "With you here sweetheart, this makes it the best birthday ever and I love you with all my heart" Seth says while Dean falls back asleep. Seth looks down at their wedding bands with fondness and admiration. He can text Roman later about why they're late, but for right now he's gonna spend his birthday with the love of his life that stole his heart all those years ago. With that being acknowledged, Seth goes back to sleep with the best gift he's ever received.

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[blairsanne]

Home

For the Deano Bingo 2022 event!

Prompts: Fili - I just wanted to make sure you were okay The Hobbit - Fili x Ori 2104 words

Summary: Ori pays Fili a visit in his quarters, and the two get to talking about the future and their feelings.

CW: Fluffy confession.

Fili slumped into his armchair and let out a relieved sigh.

Someone had made his bed and tended the fire in the hearth in his chambers, and he said a silent ‘thank you’ to them. He knew he should really have learned the names of all their staff by now, but Thorin rarely let him have a day’s peace, and everyone but the Company scurried away from him like he was someone too important to waste his time on them.

It all got a bit lonely at times, but today he was glad for his lack of connections. Alone in his room after a long day of meetings, he could finally drop the mask and simply be Fili.

Not Fili, the heir to the throne, or Fili, the warrior, or Fili, the responsible elder brother, just- Fili. A dwarf with thoughts and delights of his own; staring into the flames and thinking of what he’d like to make in the forge next chance he got, letting the warmth sink into his skin.

Those thoughts were interrupted by an apprehensive knock. “Fili?”

Turning toward the familiar voice, he pushed himself out of his seat with a grunt.

He opened the door to a sheepish Ori holding a covered tray.

It wasn’t unusual for Ori to pay him a visit, something Fili appreciated now that his days were full of political discussions and being paraded around as some sort of figure of importance. It was nice to have someone who saw him as he was; that knew his humble beginnings and the toll the quest had taken on him, and expected nothing from him in particular. 

Some nights Ori would bring Fili a tome or scroll about a subject Fili needed to know more on, and they’d sit silently by the fire until Fili’s eyes couldn’t stay open. Other times, he and Ori would reminisce about the Blue Mountains or catch up on the latest activities of the Company members. The latest rumor was that Kili was planning to wed Tauriel, but that he was insistent Fili should be the first to wed as the elder brother. A problem.

“I brought sweets,” Ori offered in greeting, his large brown eyes somehow apologetic.

Fili raised his brows and stepped aside, opening the door wider. “Best come in, then.” His warm smile brought out the dimples in his cheeks.

Ori smiled, but looked down, entering the quarters and beelining for the small table and the guest seat by the fire. He lifted the cover on the tray and the room was swiftly bathed in the sweet, warm smell of cinnamon rolls.

Fili took his usual seat and watched silently as Ori carefully placed one of the rolls onto a small plate to pass to him. He waited until Ori had served himself to take a bite, closing his eyes to savor the taste.

Fili let out a pleased hum. “Tastes like home,” he praised.

“Oh, d’you think? It was a recipe Dori brought over from Ered Luin, but I’d not made them before, so I hope they turned out-” “You made them?” Fili had never been one for cooking or baking, but now that he imagined it, Ori agonizing over a recipe book seemed somehow in character.

Ori interpreted Fili’s surprise as disappointment. He looked down at his own plate in his lap, voice quiet with self-deprecation. “I probably should have just gotten some at the bakery-”

“They’re perfect. Just the thing for tonight.” He took another big bite, staring into the fire again.

Ori looked back over to the golden prince and was relieved to see that his claim to enjoy the baked goods appeared to be genuine. He watched the firelight flicker over Fili’s flaxen braids for a moment before taking a deep breath.

“Er, well, actually, Fili… I didn’t just come here to share sweets with you.”

The mock-surprise in Fili’s grin and raised brow made Ori blush. “No?”

“Well I- I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Fili scrunched his face in confusion. “Of course I-” “It’s just that- well, this is the third engagement to have fallen through, and I know the pressures of-”

Fili took a long breath in realization as Ori rambled on. Right.Naturally everyone - even Ori - would think that Fili was upset that the marriage Thorin had attempted to arrange for Fili had been called off earlier that day; the reason for the long meetings.

“-and you’re always quite good about it, and stoic, but I’d hope you know that if you ever needed a friendly ear, or some company-” “Ori, it’s fine.” “I knew you’d say that, but-” “Truly. Thank you for your concern. But it’s for the best; neither of us was terribly interested in the other, and a dam deserves better than to be settled for.”

Ori pursed his lips and got a far away look, contemplating Fili’s words.

Fili didn’t mind the quiet, and polished off the rest of his cinnamon roll. As he licked some errant frosting from his fingers, Ori piped up again.

“Then, why did you agree to it?”

Fili stilled, thumb still pressed against his teeth. Why? “It’s expected I’ll take a wife,” he answered in a clipped tone, betraying his lack of enthusiasm.

Ori’s furrowed brow didn’t soften. “But why not find a dam you fancy, then?”

Fili snorted, and answered without thinking. “I haven’t been interested in a single dwarrowdam since we left the Blue Mountains.”

Ori’s brow raised now. “Then, is there someone there that you fancied?”

“No, that’s not what I-” Fili sighed and shook his head. He leaned and held his face in one hand as he turned his attention back to the fire, his gaze well beyond it. “It hardly matters. Thorin will find some other noble dam willing to wed for power and we’ll try it all over.”

“But that’s not right!” Ori objected.

Fili looked over to see Ori’s hands balled into fists.

“It’s not like you to be so lukewarm about something so important! This is your life, Fili! The taking of a spouse is no small matter, and you should take care with it.”

Fili rubbed the back of his neck, and Ori frowned to see his longtime friend looking sheepish. “It can’t be helped. It’s been decided I need a wife, whether I fancy one or not.” “But a dam who just wants power? That’s not what’s best for Erebor, nor what’s best for you.”

Fili sighed, knowing Ori was right but at a loss as to how to explain the predicament or end the conversation before things got worse. “Who do you suggest then?” he grumbled.

“Well…” Ori pursed his lips for a beat, then looked over at Fili quite urgently. “First, it should be someone you trust well, not a relative stranger. And you should get along with them, since you’ll see them each day. And their concern should be for your well being and happiness, not what power they’d have based on your station.”

Fili rolled his eyes. “Oh, do you volunteer, then?” he asked sarcastically.

“Oh, dear, no! You wouldn’t want me.” Ori felt the heat on his face as he began to ramble. “I’m an awkward dancer, and dams say I’m no looker. I lose track of the time, my nose always in a book. And my hands are always stained with ink no matter how I try to be prudent. Nori says I’m dense, and Dori says I overthink things, and Kili says I’m a bore-” “Ori.”

“And I’m afraid even after all we did to reclaim the mountain, I don’t fancy myself much of a fighter-”

“Ori!”

Fili’s hand on his knee finally pulled Ori out of his rambling. He looked over to see Fili leaning toward him with an affectionate smile. He’d always found Ori’s rambling quite endearing, but he couldn’t bear to hear him speak so poorly of himself.

Ori let out a small sound. “Forgive me.”

“It’s fine.”

Fili pulled away, and Ori missed the warmth his large hand had imparted. He watched as Fili served himself another cinnamon roll.

“To your earlier point, I have put some thought into the sort of spouse I’d like to have,” Fili admitted. “Oh?” “Mm. I don’t care much if they’re fair, or a fighter - though you undersell yourself on both counts. But of course I’d want to trust them… with my very life.”

Ori nodded slowly, his fingers tensing around the empty plate in his lap. He often worried for Fili’s safety, even now, under the mountain.

Fili’s deep voice rumbled on, soft with a sort of affection at the thought of this imagined spouse.

“If I’m honest, I should like them to be my closest friend and confidante. Someone I could let down all guards around.” “Of course.” “Someone who’d see past all that nonsense… Who could look at me… Not as a prince, but a dwarrow who scraped by in Ered Luin working the forge. Who chased his brother and uncle through the wilds and battles, and not for a crown but to bring them peace. Someone who would care for me even if we’d never reclaimed Erebor.”

Ori let out a soft hum of empathy.

“Someone who’d check on me, even when they think I’ll say that I’m fine.”

Ori smiled, thinking that was just what Fili needed. “Yes, exactly.”

“Someone who’d make me cinnamon rolls.”

Ori looked up and met Fili’s gaze, surprised by the intensity in his blue eyes. He swallowed, mouth suddenly feeling dry as he tried not to read into Fili’s comment despite not having an explanation for the look he was giving him otherwise.

Fili knew he shouldn’t press his luck, but he smirked at Ori’s bashful stare. “I don’t think you’re a bore.”

Ori didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. His expression morphed into one that Fili remembered from when they were younger. Ori would tense up and stare like this, halfway between cross and hurt, and chide Fili and Kili for teasing him. Fili’s smile faded.

“Then, what am I?” Ori’s voice was quiet, but Fili thought it would be uncharitable to think Ori couldn’t handle the answer. Surely his friend wouldn’t ask if he wasn’t prepared to know?

Still, he hedged. “To me?”

Ori nodded.

“To me, you’re…” Fili took a slow, deep breath. “You’re… home.” “Home?”

Fili nodded. “Warm, and safe… Somewhere I can be myself.”

“Oh.” Ori pursed his lips, and Fili could practically hear his friend’s internal monologue trying to sort out how much to read - or not read - into that comment.

Fili ran a hand over his long locks and sighed. “So, you see, that’s why I haven’t fancied any dams since we left on the quest.”

Ori stared back at him, his deep brown eyes wide. 

Fili read the tension in his friend’s body language as a silence stretched between them. He turned his attention to the fire, the expression on his face revealing his defeatist attitude about the topic. His voice held no malice, however. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I don’t expect anything, of course, and I won’t speak on it further.”

“Oh, won’t you?” Ori pled, voice soft and nervous.

Now Fili’s brow furrowed, and he turned to Ori with an urgent expression.

“Do you really think so fondly of… someone like me?” Ori’s face was screwed up in hope and apology and incredulousness. Surely someone like Fili - strong, handsome, important - would fancy someone better? A dam praised for her beauty, who could give him heirs, or a maybe a sturdier dwarf who could present well to other nobles.

“No.” Fili’s voice cut through Ori’s thoughts like a knife. “Not someone like you. Only you.”

He watched Ori’s face turn a bright crimson, his shoulders raising as though to hide it.

Fili waited for a response, but the silence that he normally didn’t mind at all was eating at him now. “You have me at a bit of a disadvantage here,” Fili teased at last. “Oh! I…” “What am I, to you?”

Ori let out a small laugh. “A- A distant aspiration.” He heard Fili’s disappointed hum and elaborated. “It was really no wonder when you got engaged, and so of course I thought it all quite impossible. I contented myself with being your friend.”

“Do you think-” Fili leaned closer, his forearms on his knees. “Perhaps in time, you could think of me differently? Perhaps…” Fili swallowed, and Ori wondered if he’d ever seen such a look in those pale blues.

They finished the thought in unison.

“...as a home?”

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A/N: Sorry if this is weird. Honestly I just wanted to write something with Ori the other day and this concept sprang to mind, for some reason. I'm not sure I really ship them, or maybe I'm mostly not sure that I did very well on it, but it was still fun to write.

Tags: Everything - @the-poldarkian @i-did-not-mean-to @the-butterfly-blues LOTR/Hobbit - @fizzyxcustard Deano - @feeweeeee @ichoosechoasandbeingqueer

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#ori propaganda #deanobingo2022 #dean o'gorman #dean o’gorman #fili #the hobbit #fili x ori #ori

[slutforsfender]

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐚𝐦

"Mam I'm off to meet Deano for a few pints. See ya later" I shout through the house as I slip on my shoes.

"Alright love, make sure you two stay out of trouble. Love you pet" She shouts back and I respond as I shut the door.

I had asked if Dean wanted a few pints because I needed to open up to someone about Arabella and I knew he would listen and tell me his true opinions on the situation. He was my best friend and lead guitarist after all.

I got to the Low Lights quite quickly as I just thought over the same topic, her. I spotted Dean straight away at our normal table in the corner near the bar.

"Here he is, what's with suspicious just us meeting like? Tryna make a move on us lad?" Dean joked as I sat next to him with the pint he had waiting for me.

"You're proper hilarious yanno Deano" I retorted.

"Seriously though what's going on?" He asked as I gulped a part of my pint down.

"I kissed Arabella" I whispered, staring around the familiar bar not daring to look at him.

"You fuckin what?" He shouted, confusion and shock bubbling in him.

"I know I know, be mad all you like," I said, putting my hands up in defeat.

"Get talking now" He demanded.

I explained everything that had happened since she had come back home. As I went over the details I realised how chaotic this all was, we were still acting like those teenagers just more hurt.

"I thought you had moved on lad, I mean you haven't mentioned her since that night back when we were eighteen" Dean spoke, sinking everything in.

"I pushed it away, yanno pretended it never happened like. Figured I'd never see her again and that I fucked up way too much for anything to ever happen if I did see her" I explained.

"Well you've got one thing right, you did fuck up massively Sam. You know I won't defend you over then. The only question I have is how do you feel now?" He questioned, making me think for a second.

"I know me and her are way too fucked up from the past for it to be easy but I love her. I want her back. I know it's selfish and I hate myself for it because I don't even know anything about how she feels about us. There's just something about her I don't want to let go" I said, sighing before downing my second drink.

"You need to talk to her Sam, the poor girl must be driving herself insane. You broke her into a million pieces, she ran away for fucks sake" Dean spoke and I knew right then and there I had to go talk to her now.

"I'm ganna go now, I won't do it otherwise and fuck up more," I said and didn't even let him speak before I darted out and walked towards her house.

I made my way outside her house and knocked before I had the time to turn around.

"Sam? What are you doing here?" Arabella questioned as she opened the door.

She was wearing jeans and a graphic t-shirt, looking beautiful as ever with her glasses. Fuck she was out of my league but she always has been.

"I need to talk to you, Rose. Are your grandparents here?" I asked before stepping in.

"No, they went out for the night. It's just me but you should go Sam" She spoke going to close the door before I stopped it.

"We need to talk. Please Arabella" I practically begged until she let me in and guided me to the living room.

"Go on then. What's so urgent?" She urged me on as she stood on the other side of the room, keeping as much distance.

"Us. The other night when we kissed"

"Sam it was just a kiss. We were caught up in emotions and went too far. There's no point in bringing up the past" She panicked out but I knew her too well to know that isn't how she felt.

"Bullshit Arabella. There are so many reasons to bring up the past. We can't run around for the rest of our lives being hurt, writing songs about each other but never ever bringing the mysterious past of us" I spoke, anger building at her coldness.

"It's no mystery that you broke my heart, became the Sam Fender and I ran away. The whole fucking town knows Sam, I still get fucking looks and questions" She retorted, now clinging onto her locket as her anger rose.

"So you're telling me the other night, you felt nothing. It was just past emotions" I shouted.

"We're hardly going to have a romance story, Sam, look at our history. It's the first time I've seen you in ten years. We were eighteen Sam"

"Prove it, kiss me without any feelings" I spoke gently.

"I'm not kissing you when you broke my heart twelve years ago Sam" She whispered, not daring to look me in the eyes.

"That's what it's about. I'm scared too but we could work this time Arabella. Give us one chance please" I said, standing closer to her now.

"You're a liar. You aren't scared at all. You are going to play the same trick all over again and I can't take it again" She spoke, looking me in the eyes now.

"I didn't play any trick at all I promise"

"You lied when you broke up with me, you lied when we were together and you are lying now" She shouted, tears in her eyes.

"I screwed up all right I will admit that but I have never once lied to you without having a good reason. We can just talk this out, and fix all of our history" I shouted back.

"You're in my head, even when you aren't supposed to be. It shouldn't be this hard to let go of teenage love" She whispered, tears now escaping her eyes.

I shook my head as tears made their way to my eyes, looking at her. I hated myself. I hated myself for making all this mess and I can't even tell her why. I hated myself for still loving her.

"You need to go now please" She whispered again, her voice breaking so slightly.

"No please, we can talk or shout. Just please don't give up. I'm not giving up" I stood my place as she came closer to get rid of me.

"Leave now Sam" She shouted, shoving me. "Leave please" She shouted again, continuously pushing me until I stopped her by putting my hands on hers.

She looked me in the eyes, her red raw eyes hurt my heart physically knowing it was my fault and I knew I had to leave as she shook her head crying at me.

I walked out the door and watched her shadow sink to the floor through her curtains making the tears of anger leave my eyes finally. I knew this was torturing me as I turned around and made my way home, wanting to disappear.

I ran into my room, not wanting to worry my mum. I straight slammed the door and screamed at myself. I didn't even have time to think before I punched my wall and bruised all my knuckles before smashing a glass at the wall.

God, I hated myself for everything I had done to her. 

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this is a long chapter but a needed one. told ya it weren't gonna be simple. dramaaaa. hope you enjoy love ya x

#sam fender #music #i love you #sam fender imagines #fanfic #sam fender x reader #imagine #imagines #one shot #request #sam fender concert #sam fender smut #you shouldn't have said that #indie #newbook #masterlist #fanficbook #geordie #fanfiction #indiemusic #newcastle #songwriting #romance #samfender #samfenderfanfic

[someoneinjersey]

I meant to ask about the pets too FAWK GO FIND THE PET QUESTION AND ANSWER IT GODDAMNIT

LOL i was like ALL I HAVE DONE IS TRAUMA DUMPED

15: Have any pets? YES I DO I HAVE FOUR NOW JESUUUUUUU CRISTO.

Deano. My boy my first born my little bastard. My full sized yorkie with floppy ears and he stinks and he chews on his feet and has chronic ear problems and is my rotton soldier and is currently wearing Christmas pajamas and almost snoozing near me on the couch/ottoman/blanket. He is also keeping a wary eye on the kitten, who loves him, and who he wants nothing to do with. He turned 8 in October and he's shaggy and needs a haircut and another bath and he has to eat prescription food to prevent developing more bladder stones because THAT was a thing goddamn. He loves adult humans but anyone and anything else is his enemy and he must protect from them. He is so spoiled and so cute and so whiny and honestly he deserves better than I can give him and I hold him and cryyyyyyy every time I watch a sad animal video.

Wimby, Kate's cat, mine by proxy. He's the old man, we call him Peepaw Wimby since we got the kitten because he's 10. Currently curled up at the top of his living room cat tree, nose tucked in his paws. He mostly doesn't like strangers but he liked me right away, and by "liked me" I mean he let me pet him and gave me bumps with his head and screamed at me a lot. He still does this. He screm. He takes smelly shits and acts like a moody teenager; whenever something happens that he doesn't like he runs upstairs and will loudly complain for like 10 minutes. Now that there are 2 other cats in the house he's gotten more brazen with bad food manners and will just stick a nose or a paw in Kate's food and he debates a LONG time about jumping up on the kitchen counters before I can convince him to be a good boy and not do that. The kitten harasses him constantly, fearlessly, and he hates it, but then we find him being nice to her when no one's around. That's when moody teenager comes out because he gets embarrassed. He is enjoying eating the kitten's food.

Larry. A stray cat that wandered around near our house that just like ... decided she lived here now. She has a quiet raspy meow unless she's really distressed so Kate named her Larry, short for Laryngitis ... then we figured out she was a girl. She's a tortie and we can't litter train her, she'll piss anywhere but a litter box, so we just let her go potty outside like a dog because she always comes home. She's gotten REAL fat because she eats cat food here in the house and then hunts when she's outside so now she's a chonker. The kitten makes her angry and she was mad at me for like a month but finally she's back to wanting my affection and snuggles. She's actually really snuggly and very friendly. I don't know where she is at the moment, she's out of eyesight so probably in the spare bedroom on the bed or upstairs on the couch under the window. I really want to get her to wear a collar so we can put an air tag or a tile on her or something so we know where she goes when she's outside since litter training her seems out of the question. I really wish we could just keep her inside 24/7 because I don't want her getting hit or attacked by a coyote or local dog.

Bizzy (government name=Important Business). Our newest pack member. She is a terror and a menace and she is so snuggly and sweet and maddening and only 5 months old. She is missing an eye and sneezes all the time because we adopted her right as she was getting over a respiratory infection and every time I find or wipe up a cat booger I wanna barf. She was kind of an impulse adoption, because she just happened to be in the local dog bakery downtown when we went in to visit for the first time. Two days later she was home. She came litter box trained but she keeps stepping in her poop in the box and I'm like PLEASE I'M TIRED OF WIPING POOP OFF YOUR FEET but her poops are touchy because of all the meds she was on. She's curled up between Deano and me on the ottoman right now, snoozing a little because she had a big day what with us vacuuming and Kate's aunt and uncle coming over. She is FEARLESS, even when the other three animals are clearly telling her to fuck right the hell off. She likes to climb into the fridge and sleep around your neck like a scarf. She has a little black patch on her chin like a goatee. We love her.

AND THOSE ARE OUR PETS. Leaving out the chicken Nancy that adopted us before she passed away and my fish that I had a decade ago that I loved like a child lmao.

ILU KRISSSSS

#me #about me #pets #deano #wimby #larry #bizzy #cats #dog

[blessyourhondahurley]

If You Hear Any Noise, It Ain't the Boys

Dean comes to Ladies' Night at Jody's, and the ladies put him through the ringer.

Suptober prompt: Ladies Flufftober prompt: Hot Chocolate Fictober prompt: "Do we have a deal?" Inktober prompt: Ponytail

(Read on AO3)

Jody greets him at her door with a kiss on the cheek and a teasing, “We weren't sure you were gonna make it, Winchester!” As soon as he's all the way into the house, the others call out their welcome.

“LLLLLadies,” he drawls with a smirk. Claire shoots him a warning look, and he drops the attitude and comes correct. “I mean, hey everyone. Good to see you.”

“Tha's more like it,” Rowena growls, pulling him into a rough hug and dropping her own wet kiss (and a bright red lipstick print, by the feel of it) on his cheek. “Nary a lady among us, ain't that right?”

There's a general chorus of agreement. Rowena releases him straight into Donna's arms. The blonde gives him a quick squeeze. “Hot chocolate?” she offers. Dean hums and nods an emphatic yes please which sends her bustling to the kitchen, ponytail swishing behind her. “Plain or fancy?” she calls back over her shoulder.

“Uhhh, what's 'fancy' got in it?”

“Rum.”

“Very, very fancy please!”

Several extremely fancy hot chocolates later, it's Dean's turn to pick a face mask from Kaia's extensive stash. He hems and haws, flips through the colorful little packets three times before settling on one with a sparkly unicorn face that promises to purify and soothe. Eileen helps him to apply it, her own lavender-scented calming and toning llama mask already in place.

He leans back in the recliner and closes his eyes, letting the boozy cocoa and the tingle of the mask soothe the last of the everyday tension out of his shoulders and back.

“You still thinkin' sapphire blue?” Claire asks, waiting for his nod before she starts painting the polish onto the nails of his right hand. She's four fingers in and rotating his hand to reach his thumb when she muses, “Nice shade of blue...” in the least convincing “casual” voice Dean's ever heard. “Your favorite color?”

Dean grunts.

Rowena pipes up from behind him, “Lord, that shade of blue reminds me of someone! Now who could it – ah!” He can hear her snap her fingers. “Jody, look, isn't it just the color of that handsome angel's eyes?”

Dean cracks a lid to see Jody coming in hot on his left. She leans across his body to take the bottle from Claire, grabbing firm hold of his left hand as she does. She starts painting the nails on that hand, but Claire doesn't release her iron grip of the other one. Dean attempts to subtly adjust his position in the chair, but they've got his arms and shoulders pinned down good. He can't move an inch.

“Uhh...” he begins. His lips and tongue feel like they're buzzing. It's hard to get them to move right. “Was there something in–”

“In the cocoa, dear?” Rowena finishes for him. “Perhaps a wee taste of a potion, just to make it extra fancy. A little something to help you be truthful,” she purrs. “Claire, I believe you wanted the floor.”

Jody pulls the lever on the recliner, bringing Dean smoothly to an upright position. Somehow, Kaia has taken over the restraint of his right hand. Claire stands directly in front of him, arms crossed, blue eyes blazing.

“So, Dean,” she asks sternly. “How do you feel about Cas?”

“I'm in love with him.” The words tumble out of him, unstoppable. “I've never loved anyone the way I love him. I've loved him for years. He's– ” Claire cuts him off with a gesture.

“Okay Deano, look,” she says, her voice grave. “Cas ain't my dad. He ain't even human. But he's a hell of a good man. Y'know? He deserves to be happy. And I guess maybe you do, too, even though you're an asshole a lot of the time.” She quirks her mouth and cuts her eyes towards Kaia. “Aren't we all, though,” she mutters. “Anyway, you an' him, you make each other really happy. Or you could, at least. One of you just needs to make the first move. And we're tired of waiting for it to happen.”

“So tired,” Jody interjects. Beside her, Donna rolls her eyes and nods.

Claire continues, “So, now that we're all on the same page about your feeeelings for him we're gonna buff your nails and let that mask finish makin' your freckles all pretty, and then you're gonna get in your gas-guzzler and drive home and tell Cas you wanna take him to the prom. You do that, and Eileen won't send Sam any of the pictures she took of you with that sparkly pink unicorn on your face.” Eileen brandishes her phone and grins like a shark. “Plus as a bonus you'll get to spend the rest of your life in utterly disgusting fully requited lurrrrve with your angel. Do we have a deal?”

“Yeah, yes,” Dean replies. Jody and Kaia release his arms, and Eileen pulls him up out of the chair and into a hug. God help him, he's eager to get home. Still, he grouses,“I can't believe you slipped me a magical mickey, though. That wasn't playing fair.”

Rowena's laugh tinkles like a crystal chandelier. “There was nothin' more potent than Captain Morgan in your cups, boyo. Well, we added a drop of cinnamon oil to the last one to make your mouth feel odd. You've been wantin' to spill that particular truth for quite some time. You just needed an excuse. ”

Concluded here..

#suptober22 #flufftober2022 #fictober22 #destiel #supernatural #day 19

[callsign-smalls]

Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land

Chapter Two: “Burn With Me, Heaven’s On Fire”

*4 days later.

Madelyn POV

"So Dean, when is this 'oh so special' guest of yours going to show up? You know, the one you refuse to tell me hardly anything about?" I ask my older brother as I walk into the living room, glancing up at the clock on the wall. "Because if they're riding with us to the venue, they need to show up in the next fifteen minutes or else we're leaving without them."

Dean lets out a small chuckle, just shaking his head. "Take a deep breath and relax Maddie, it's gonna be fine. He got here while you were in the shower earlier?"

"He?" I retort, raising an eyebrow. "You know I don't judge Deano, but um, I didn't know that you were in to guys."

"Well, until I met him, I didn't exactly know either." Dean explains, rubbing the back of his neck. "He's honestly a really great guy Maddie, you should know."

"Hold on a second, do I already know this mystery man?"

Dean just grins, nodding his head to someone or something behind me. "Well, you can just turn around and see for yourself."

I look behind me, my eyes quickly widening whenever I see who just walked into the room.

"Gaz?" I ask, my eyebrow raised. "Hold on a second, since when do you know my brother?"

Gaz lets out a small and quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Do you remember when your brother went to London about two years ago?"

I give Kyle a small nod. "Yeah, it was to visit an old BAU teammate of his that had transferred to take over the Interpol office over there."

"Well, the two of us met on the bus while he was over there, and I managed to sweet talk your brother enough to get his number." Gaz explains, looking over at Dean before giving him a quick wink. "I'm sorry we've kept it from you for this long, we just wanted to enjoy the peace in secret for a while."

I raise my hands up, giving Gaz a light shake of my head. "Hey, it's you all's relationship, not mine. I'm just glad that the two of you are happy, that's all."

Gaz just smiles, pulling me in for a tight but quick hug. "Thank you Madelyn, that means a lot."

After a few moments of the three of us chatting while shrugging our coats on, I see a familiar blonde head of hair making its way into the room.

"Hey kiddo, you ready to go?" I ask Austin, who gives me a small nod. "Alright, that's good. You should double check to make sure you have your camera and everything else, because we have to get going here pretty soon."

•        •        •

"Oh come on Maddie, would you please just take a deep breath and relax?" My cousin Daisy asks me, both of her hands currently resting on my shoulders. "You've done this practically a million times before, everything's gonna be fine."

"I know, it's just that it's been a long time since we've been able to do a show, and I've never played guitar in front of this many people before." I reply, rubbing the back of my neck. "I know I'm not lead guitar, but still. It's a little nerve wracking."

"Hey guys, it's about time for us to go on." Dean says as he walks over, our brother Beau right behind him.

"It's gonna be fine, alright?" Daisy says, giving my shoulder a quick squeeze. "You'll be fine Madelyn, and you're gonna do great like you always do. Besides, you'll only be playing guitar until intermission, so it's not even that bad."

The four of us then make our way onstage, each of us giving Austin a fist bump as we walk past him.

Once everyone has gotten settled into their various spots on the stage, I walk up to the microphone with a wide grin on my face.

"Hello everybody! How are y'all doin' out there tonight?" I ask, grinning even wider than before when the crowd cheers in response. "That's good, real good. Now, I think it's about time for us to play a few songs for you guys, huh? What do y'all say?"

I look back at the others, all of us sharing a quick nod before Dean and I begin to play the beginning notes of our first song.

*beginning instrumental*

You are a prisoner of what they wanted you to be, now you're a minister of a brand new reality. Don't you want to get away? Shut down all the voices, all the white noises. Drowning in deeper waves, I gotta get away.

They think they own you, but they don't know you've broken free, better on your own. You're on top of the world, at the top of your lungs. Come on, and shout your freedom!

Victory is what has come alive inside when they've been gone. Shout it out to the world at the top of your lungs. Come on, and shout your freedom!

*short instrumental*

I take a quick glance around at the crowd, grinning from ear to ear when I spot the rest of my family in the crowd.

And now you're flying high, you won't be held down by regrets. You're not just getting by, you're a warrior and proud of it. You don't have to be afraid. Hear how loud your voice is, shut out all the noises. You don't have to be ashamed, so never run away.

They think they own you, but they don't know you've broken free, better on your own. You're on top of the world, at the top of your lungs. Come on, and shout your freedom!

Victory is what has come alive inside when they've been gone. Shout it out to the world at the top of your lungs. Come on, and shout your freedom!

*instrumental*

Dean and I let it all out for the guitar solo, the two of us sporting matching grins as we fly through the various notes.

Victory is born. You'll never go back, you're never going back. Look what you've become. You're flying higher, 'cause you're a fighter.

They think they own you, but they don't know you've broken free, better on your own. You're on top of the world, at the top of your lungs. Come on, and shout your freedom!

Victory is what has come alive inside when they've been gone. Shout it out to the world at the top of your lungs. Come on, and shout your freedom!

•        •        •

Once Beau announces intermission, I make my way off the stage and over to where my family's sitting the bar.

"Holy shit Mads, I honestly forget about the set of pipes you had on you." Phillip says, giving me a small pat on the back. "All of you guys have been doing amazing up there so far."

"You really think so?" I ask my brother, who just gives me a small nod in response. "Well, thank you. I appreciate it."

"And as a small token of respect for doing so well, I'm buyin' you a drink." Phillip tells me, then turns ing around to flag down the bartender.

Once my brother hands me the drink, I take a long swig right as I hear someone walking up behind me.

"I hope that you didn't forget about me lass, because if you did, I'd be truly hurt."

I turn around and nearly yelp in surprise when I see my best friend Johnny standing there.

"Holy- oh my god! Johnny, what are you doin' here?" I ask, pulling the Scotsman in for a tight hug. "I thought you were on an assignment with Price."

Johnny just shrugs. "I was, but when our assignment ended just a few days ago and Gaz told me about your little hidden talent, I figured that I should probably come see what the fuss was all about. Cap's here too, somewhere. I think he's talking with your brother and Gaz about something, I don't really know."

"I'm so glad you're here, you have no idea." I tell Johnny, pulling him in for another hug. "I mean it, thank you for comin'."

Johnny gives me a small nod before taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah, of course. You don't need to thank me though, bonnie. I mean, how could I not take the chance to come see my best girl?"

"Your best girl?" I retort, slowly raising an eyebrow. "And what exactly do you mean by that MacTavish?"

I see unfamiliar movement out of the corner of my eye, looking over to see Daisy making her way towards Johnny and I.

"Hey there Mads, Beau and Dean wanted me to come get you because you he intermission's almost over." Daisy explains, raising her eyebrow slightly as she looks between Johnny and I.

"Will you hold this for me until I get back?" I ask Johnny, smiling whenever he gives me a small nod. "Thanks darlin', you're the best."

I give Johnny a quick kiss on the cheek before following Daisy into the crowd, us girls making our way back over to the side of the stage.

"So, you're gonna tell me all about him later, right?" Daisy asks me, grinning whenever I give her a short nod. "That's my girl."

Once we're all back on the stage, I turn towards the crowd with a new and better sense of energy than before.

"Alright everybody!" I call out, grabbing most of the crowd's attention. "This next song of ours is a cover of a classic song. Y'all feel free to sing along if you know the words."

*beginning instrumental*

Woo-oo-oo!

*short instrumental*

I look at you and my blood boils hot, I feel my temperature rise. I want it all, give me what you got. It's hunger in your eyes.

I'm getting closer, baby hear me breathe. You know the way to give me what I need. Just let me love you and you'll never leave.

Feel my heat, takin' you higher. Burn with me, heaven's on fire. Paint the sky with desire, angel fly, heaven's on fire (woo).

I look around the crowd, grinning widely and giving Johnny a quick wink whenever I spot him in the crowd.

I got a fever ragin' in my heart, you make me shiver and shake. Baby don't stop, take it to the top. Eat it like a piece of cake.

You're comin' closer, I can hear you breathe. You drive me crazy when you start to tease. You could bring the devil to his knees.

Feel my heat, takin' you higher. Burn with me, heaven's on fire. Paint the sky with desire, angel fly, heaven's on fire.

Oh oh, heaven's on fire. Oh oh, heaven's on fire. Oh, oh.

*instrumental*

I'm getting closer, baby hear me breathe. You know the way to give me what I need. Just let me love you and you'll never leave.

Feel my heat, takin' you higher. Burn with me, heaven's on fire. Paint the sky with desire, angel fly, heaven's on fire. Feel my heat, takin' you higher. Burn with me, heaven's on fire.

Paint the sky with desire, angel fly, heaven's on fire. Feel my heat, takin' you higher. Burn with me, heaven's on fire.

[or-something-better]

July 12, 2022

(Nightly RP - End of Charlie’s Baal storyline)

Ruby

“Are you ready for the battle ahead?” I ask Ankhesenamun.

Ankhesenamun

my eyes go wide as I see another that looks just like me, I swallow the emotion and then I turn to her with a sigh as I’ll ever be… never thought I’d have to do this again

Gabe

Listen, I know this can’t be easy but I promise your reward will be eternal peace

Ankhesenamun

looking a bit confused I can only nod

Charlie

Thank you. turning the pages of the golden book I point out the spells we will need to the group I know it seems like a lot but that’s what it took last time

Alex

Struggle looking through on shelves

Henry

looks around

Dean

laughs seeing the ingredients they look like normal cooking ingredients

Ruby

Listening to the list of ingredients, I tell the others “I have those ingredients in a spell stash I keep.” Seeing the look on Dean’s face, I get defensive. “It never hurts to be prepared. Witch’s motto.”

Henry

Where we going to find those

(Cass and Jody appear)

Cass

hello team free will

Charlie

Hey cass, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on vacation

Alex

Hi mom

Dean

Hey you two!

Cass

Ok what’s going on I had a feeling so thing was up .

Alex

Hello Cass

Henry

Hi waves with a cookie in my mouth

Jody

Hey Bear! Hey Deano!

Cass

Alex… Hey there  Cookie Monster

Alex

Smiles hugs her mom

Henry

smiles

Alex

How is vacation

Jody

Hugs Bear

Gabe

Seems we have some pissed off ancient gifs, I need to exterminate I hope and this unfortunate Ruby look alike is going to help us restore order and end the issue

Cass

So it’s Tuesday?

Henry

How we going to stop what’s his name?

Gabe

Ihop

Ankhesenamun

Well all those years ago we did a binding spell….we are connected…. I can always find him

Charlie

grins sadly

Gabe

grinning That’s the best news I’ve heard since the last set of quads !!! Ruby grab your stuff and let’s finish this once and for all

Ruby

Popping to the apartment, and going to my secret closet, I quickly gather the items needed, replace the false wall and head back to the bunker.

Ankhesenamun

reading through the ingredients and double checking this will do nicely… I just need some coal to place the sigils here

Henry

Would a crayon work I don’t have coal

Alex

Giggle cover her mouth

Jody

It’ll have to work Henry. Please let Ruby use it Smiling at Henry

Henry

takes the black crayon out of Sam pocket to give to her

Pamela

Will that work?

Ankhesenamun

taking the black crayon from the boy I set to work, drawing some Egyptian symbols on the floor

Cass

looking at the sigils I think my nephew Jesus draws like that

Ruby

Taking out my polished brass casting bowl, I set it down on the floor near Ankhesenamun.

Ankhesenamun

looking over to my lookalike, I can sense she has some abilities I can’t do this alone, Imhotep will find me. I know you brought me back…. So I think you can do this. Will you help me?

Ruby

“Of course. Whatever I can do to help.” I hand my ingredients to her.

Ankhesenamun

smiling in relief I take the ingredients and add them into the bowl

Dean

Is there anything else any of the rest of us can do to help?

Ankhesenamun

Your part comes next. joining hands with ruby I am ready to begin

Gabe

I’ll use my powers and cloak the bunker so hubby of the year doesn’t find us eyes glowing I raise my hands and cloak the bunker

Ankhesenamun

closing my eyes I begin to chant, drawing power from Ruby

      quat eazimat min 'anubis tuzhir li alshakhs almurtabit bi

Charlie

a glowing green orb forms in the middle of the room and begins to float over the map table erratically and suddenly stops

Alex

Look around whoa

Dean

watching the bunker light up and see the orb stop

Ankhesenamun

I look to the others that’s where he is… familiar to any of you?

Jody

Getting ready to jump in and go!!

Henry

climbs onto Gabe’s back

Cass

grabbing your arm  Jo Jo no going off halfcocked, promise me you’ll stay safe and if you can’t at least stay close.

Gabe

laughing hits kiddo . Gather around guys let’s go

Alex

Hold on to Gabe shoulder

Henry

Hi dad  smiling

Jody

Crossing my arms and huffing  Oh. Ok Feathers

Dean

walk over placing a hand on Gabe’s shoulder

Pamela

Charlie let me know what I can help with. suits next to Charlie

Cass

if anything happened to you JJ

Charlie

Happy to show you the ropes

Gabe

we all vanish

Jody

I know Feathers

Imhotep

inside the sawmill I am working on an old spell I once used before to wake the dark army of Anubis.

Alex

See Imhotep in window

Imhotep

thinking about how I already saw my wife I know I need to work fast to help Baal get these demons he needs

Alex

quicky hide and Signal Cass and Jody +Hide+

Cass

Grabbing Jody’s hand, we follow Bear’s lead

Gabe

quietly follows behind Cass and Jody

Henry

follows Gabe

Alex

Following Henry

Dean

follow Gabe and Donna

Gabe

whispers to bear! you that Ihop guy? peers in the window too

Henry

looks over Gabe’s shoulder

Alex

Whisper back yeah he is planning I not sure what he planning

Imhotep

finishes working the spell and waits

Ankhesenamun

taking a sharp breath oh no! We won’t be alone for long….

Ruby

“What do you mean?” I ask Ankhessenamun, turning to her. I see she is taken by a soldier. I take off after her but get taken too.

Alex

Rise her eyebrows what the hell he planning

Gabe

Huh? What? Why? stands instantly, and disappears! Appears behind the two Soldiers! hello! smirks! good bye! snaps his fingers and they both turn into Sand! back from which they came!

Okay ladies? looks to Ruby and Noxie

Ankhesenamun

We don’t have much time….

Ruby

"Thanks Gabe."

Gabe

Let me guess… more company comin?

Dean

Screw this! takes off for the door to head inside

Gabe

Oh course!

Alex

Gasp nod thanks Gabe

Gabe

Annnnnnd there he goes! shakes head!

Henry

Dean for once in your life can you think  stops him using telekinesis

Dean

finding myself frozen in place suddenly I look back at henry Henry come on we need to go get this douchebag what are you doing?

Gabe

Ah ah ah!…. Shhhhhh put an invisible zipper over Deans mouth!  …. There much better!

Alex

Laugh

Donna

giggles sorry Dean! It just got a lot quieter around here!

Dean

really???? We dont have time for jokes

Alex

Right Cover my mouth

Charlie

you can hear the footsteps of dozens of men, seeming to come from all around

Henry

puts dean down  what's that noise

Alex

Gasp crap! Soldier

Gabe

thennnn shhhhhhh!

Donna

Ohhhhhh shit!!!! I pull out my archangel blade in my left hand and flick in the other! A wild look in my eye! BRING IT ON!!!! turning to Gabe and Ruby we need to go now

Dean

looks seeing more soldiers and a demon army and get my gun as i get ready to fight

Henry

pulls out my daggers

Cass

Son of!!! Pulling out my angel blade m, my eyes start to glow!!

Alex

Took my angel blade out my pocket and ready to fight

Dean

thinks to Gabe can you give me my voice back so I can yell if I need to warn to protect somebody please?

Jody

Pulling out my new angel blade from Cass, I charge towards the soldiers

Ankhesenamun

I start moving in where I see Imhotep, once the love of my life—-now I didn’t know what he was

Gabe

Uggg here! snaps opening your mouth … get out of my head! shakes head! quietly follows Noxie, keeping an eye on Imhotep

Ruby

Following Ankhesenamun inside

Henry

fights soldiers

Donna

runs into battle like the tank she was born to be!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Dean

I run at and attack shooting one soldier and dodging another before stabbing it

Imhotep

send more soldiers using the spell and I suddenly look up seeing and ruby I get angry bitch seriously you’re going to betray me yet again working with them against me???

Alex

Ninja skill soldiers and she fight

Jody

Fights along side of her bestie!!

Ruby

Taking my satchel, I pull out the Book of Life, handing it to Ankhesenamun

Donna

Wooooooo! goes agonist her back! And fight as one!

Ankhesenamun

I never betrayed you, I saved you from yourself. joining hands with Ruby  are you ready?

Ruby

"Yes" Ankhesanamun and I chant together,

          “Ka-dee-shmal, Ka-dee-shmal  Paradoose, Paradoose”

Henry

throws my daggers around

Gabe

stands up straight looking at Imhotep straight in the eyes! Oh cool it Pancake house! You know your just counting the minutes till your ultimate end!

Jody

Smiles as they fight back to back Aaaaarrrrgggggghhh!!!

Charlie

the soldiers begin to crumble and turn to sand… a few of them exploding as they’re stabbed and struck

Dean

gets pinned by a couple soldiers and tries to fight them off struggling but finally manages to get my gun up and pull the trigger as I’m splattered by the demon soldier whatever as his head explodes in my face then I break loose from the other and shoot it

Alex

Stay with Jody and Donna and fight the soldiers

Ruby

We continue chanting, the spell works its way through the soldiers

Ankhesenamun

never taking my eyes off of Imhotep, I keep chanting with ruby

Cass

Swinging my blade furiously, I laser my eyes at the soldiers while making contact with my sword

Imhotep

Oh but see in all actuality the fun is only just beginning. Imhotep turns to Ankhesenamun save me from myself??? Bitch you helped KILL me!

Ankhesenamun

I give him a look while chanting that says I’ll do it again

Imhotep

I dont take my eyes of the archangel ready to fight

Ruby

More and more of the soldiers turn to sand

Henry

watches with amaze

Gabe

Don’t look at me like that? starts to circle the Egyptian Priest unless you intent to dance baldy!?

Dean

watches soldiers turning to sand as I go to attack them sweet

Gabe

blades start to descend I will drop you!

Donna

Whoa!!!!! …. dusts of the sand! awwww man Same gets everywhere!!!!!

Imhotep

eying the blades more demons appear in between us I have plenty more where those come from I say another Egyptian spell in my head concentrating on you unsure if it will actually work of one of the plagues and am disappointed when it fails

Jody

Holy crap!! sneezes from all the sand

Alex

Coughing cover my mouth and nose from sand dust

Gabe

Devilish smirk, and brushes off shoulder (carefully with blades!) that was cute! glares at Imhotep and vanishes!

Imhotep

I think about that wife of yours outside as I attempt to make on of the spells work on her if things work correctly she should be feeling a bit itchy right now

Gabe

You ass is grass Ihop!

Imhotep

I see you disappear confused for a minute I look around trying to locate you. laughs at how what I said Sounds a bit itchy or bitchy...

Gabe

appears behind of Imhotep! And and with swift Nooooo. Eyes a blaze, tackles him to the ground… my blades extending to your neck!!! NO BODY… NO BODY….. messes with my BELLE!!!! You … will …. Die …NOW…. IM-HO-TEP!!!!

Imhotep

find myself suddenly pinned to the ground with blades at my throat I... wait.....can we talk about this....

Donna

itches under my jacket! I preferred the Sand!!!

Alex

walks into where Gabe and Imhotep are fighting  whoa!!

Dean

seeing that the soldiers are gone starts heading inside and sees donna and signs to her +you ok???+

Henry

walks in and watches

Donna

enters the room and sees my love! SWEETS!!! Wait no!!! Your promise!!! I hurry closer itching my other arm!

Donna

Yes I’m okay Deano!! Must be all this Sand!

Dean

your head starts itching too. runs inside to join the others watching Gabe and Imhotep

Donna

scratching uggggggg what the heck?!!

Imhotep

hears donna and looks over what promise? And how you feeling scratchy?

Ankhesenamun

I watch in horror as Imhotep is ready to be slaughtered

Dean

lice is crawling all over you

Gabe

Ugggg sighs fine! flipping my hand open, I place my palm on Imhotep’s forehead and close my eyes. Cleansing him!

Donna

Ahhh. The hell!!! my whole-body shutters and flip and shake my hair!

Imhotep

suddenly feeling different as the key falls out of my hand

Donna

as quick as noticed it… it goes away! the hell?!?!!!! my breaths heavy!

Alex

seeing the golden box I take my chance and run forward to grab it before bringing it back to the team

Ruby

I begin my chant to Anubis “Oh God Anubis. Take this traitor to the land of the Dead. Never to be called forth to the land of the living again. Take the one called Ankhesenamun to rest with the ancients forever more.”

Gabe

stand over the priest and closes my eyes, praying the Anubis! Yo buddy got a couple friends you’ve been missing! Come and Get em! Allll your pups!

Ankhesenamun

I begin to fade, a new sense of peace washing over me and I turn to Imhotep, who is once more the man I married—and I go back to Anubis

Gabe

my eyes pop open and look to my Belle and hurry to her! are you okay!

Alex

Yay! We did it!!

Imhotep

I join hands with you and smile as we both fade out returning to Anubis

Donna

I nod, and run my hands through my hair I’m okay. But gawd that felt awful! I step close to your body and   holding you!

Ruby

Feeling relief, I join the others to get ready to go home.

Henry

walks over to Ruby

Dean Finally! That part’s over. I am still getting my damn revenge for Sammy!

Donna

Ya know, should probably look for the book!

Jody

I’ll help you Don!!

Gabe

Good idea!! looks around a bit

Ruby

Good job Henry. Ready to head back?

Donna

10-4 come on! nods and starts to search!

Henry

Yes I ran out of snacks

Jody

Starts looking for the book with Donna

Dean

walks over need to go check on Sammy anyway

Gabe

Probably not such a good thing to have that book still out there!

Alex

Let’s go check on Sam, I have the key… book isn’t much good without it.

Jody

Continually searching all over I don’t think it’s here!!

Donna

I’m not finding it!

Gabe

I’m sure we’ll find it! reaches my hand for my love! come on let’s go Bro and ladies!

Cass

Turning to Gabe Got out to Bro  Grabs Jody’s hand

Donna

I take my archangel hand okay sweets, let’s blow this popsicle stand! giggles!

Jody

Holds onto Cass’ hand as we vanish

Gabe

nods and smiles see ya at the bunker. Vanishes!

Ruby

Ok, everyone wanting to go to the bunker, gather around!

Dean

Already here

Alex

Hold on to ruby I got it

Henry

grabs onto Alex

Ruby

Don't want to forget any stragglers. Ok, 3-2-1 (for Sammy's sake) We pop back to the bunker

Sam

As I began to wake up from what felt like a long sleep, it only took a minute before I recognized that I was still in our med bay. Memories of the battle everyone had all just gone through because of ME came rushing back.

Sitting up slowly, I took stock and realized that my only real physical injury from being captured by Baal was the bandaged left arm where Imhotep had cut me. Cut me for the mutated blood that flowed through my veins. Lifting up my arm, I stared at the bandages.

Anger surged through me! Anger at putting my Team, the people I care about in danger…Anger at not seeing my deteriorating condition for what it truly is, a damn liability to everyone…Anger at the weakness I carried inside, because of my own mother’s choices. Damn it!

Well, not anymore! I got off the bed and walked out into the eerily quiet Bunker. I went directly to my room and pulled out the vial of demon blood that Ruby had given me. It was crystal clear to me, that I could no longer deny what’s been inside me all along.

I drank it down. Fate had saddled me with this one thing about myself that I could never change…it was past fucking time to have it work for us, not against us.

Dean

grabs Henry’s shoulder

Ruby

Getting to the Bunker, I double check on my passengers.

Dean

appear with you at the bunker

Charlie

bouncing with excitement I turn to Pamela I think they’re here! Go tell them!!

Pamela

welcome everyone back sam’s awake.

Cass

Arriving at the bunker with my JJ, I check to make sure she is ok as her fighting game was off today Hey JJ, are you ok my love?

Donna

appears in bunker

Dean

He is? How is he? He ok?

Donna

He? He who?

Henry

runs past to find Sam

Ruby

Following the others, I want to see Sam and how he is doing.

Gabe

Sam??

Jody

Squeezes my angel’s hand Just a little bit off today my love

Alex

Following Gabe, Sammy?

Charlie

inside the bunker I’m really happy and excited that Sam is awake

Dean

Char? He s awake? Where is he should I be worried? He ok?

Jody and Cass

Is Sam ok?! in unison

Gabe

I’ll go check on him! goes to go to Infirmary

Sam

Coming into the main room, I lean against the doorframe and have to smile at all the unnecessary concern being directed my way. I’m fine, guys. Honest. Never better.

Henry

hugs Sam

Dean

Sammy! You sure? hug you

Sam

Hugs Henry. Steps into the room Sooo… enough about me. Dean, we’ve got work to do. Walks over to the map table where I have several books and note papers all laid out.

Gabe

Well! Hey! You do seem better!

Donna

He looks a lot better!

Sam

Slaps Dean on the shoulder as I walk by

Alex

Sam! Run and hugs

Charlie

grins he IS better! You guys did it!

Henry

sits on the table

Sam

Hey, Alex

Donna

Mr and Mrs Angel go into the map room!

Alex

Thanks god you are ok

Dean

I watch you walk by and turn around following you, you sure you’re good? I mean you look good but how do you feel?

Ruby

Sensing a change in Sam, I have my suspicions but say nothing.

Sam: Look, at least now we know what Baal’s end goal is and exactly what pieces he has in order to go after it. This Imhotep is only one of the nasties he’ll probably throw at us to keep us from stopping him. Anger at having been taken, still fresh.

Dean

We took care of Imhotep he’s gone and out of the way

Sam

Dean, I'm so sorry that I couldn’t help I wished I could better convey what I was feeling about it all.

Henry

How you feeling?

Sam

I’m feeling good Henry. I want to… no, I NEED to finish this.

Dean

Bro. You can’t help when things go south it always manages to happen. But you're ok and that’s what matters right?

Sam

Nods Right... absolutely Squeezes his brother's arm

Dean

You seem too calm you sure you're good?

Alex

Hey Sam Smiles we got the key. Shows Sam

Sam

Yeah, honest...

Donna

GUYS!!!! We need to take care of this Baal ass hat!!!! Now!

Jody

 Well I don’t think he is going to stop any time soon Don…

Cass

the key is only a part of what he needs… he has the book

Charlie

We need the book… according to everything I have read, the only way to end baal is to trap him. The spell to do it is in that book!

Ruby

Lifting my satchel, I take out the Book of Life and set it onto the table. “Would someone please take this back where it belongs? And make sure to lock it up along with the key.”

Pamela

And how do you all expect to get it?

Henry

I will  take them to put them in a box in the archives

Dean

follow henry watching him put it in the box making sure its secure and i lock the art room door behind you

……………………………………

1. Ruby asks Ankhesenamun if she’s ready for battle. When Ankhesenamun notices how alike they look, she is shocked for a moment, then answers Ruby, sounding a bit defeated she says yes as she will ever be. Gabe promises Ankhesenamun some eternal peace for her help. Not knowing what that means she thanks him and shows the team the spells they need to use from the book of the living. There are a couple of obscure items on the list, so Henry asks where to find them, Alex shrugs and starts looking through shelves. Dean laughs and says those are just normal cooking ingredients when Ruby speaks up, sharing that she has a hidden collection of magical ingredients and is certain some of those things were among them. Jody and Cass pop in. Cass says he got a feeling something was up. Gabe brings them up to speed on the situation. Henry asks how they plan on finding Imhotep. Ankhesenamun grins and says that with the binding spell that Imhotep did, he linked them—-she can always find him. Gabe says that’s the best news he’s heard so far and tells Ruby to go get the items she has and to hurry back

2. Ruby leaves and quickly pops back and Ankhesenamun asks for a piece of coal to draw her sigils. Henry says he doesn’t have any of that here but he does have a black crayon. Alex giggles and Pamela asks if that will work. Jody says it will have to and asks Henry to hand it over.

Ankhesenamun draws her sigils on the floor. Cass remarks about the sigils.  When Ruby sets the polished brass casting bowl down Ankhesenamun then tells Ruby she can’t do the spell alone or she will lead Imhotep to them and asks if she will help. Ruby agrees and hands what she brought to her. Ankhesenamun then adds ingredients into the bowl. Dean asks if there is anything anyone else can do, and Gabe speaks up saying he will use his power to cloak the bunker. Within minutes a glowing green orb appears over the map table and stops over an old sawmill. Jody doesn’t even wait for confirmation she’s ready to go, Cass pulls her back, Gabe asks everyone to gather around so he can take them there. Pamela stays behind to help Charlie

3. The sawmill is old and unused, inside, Imhotep is using a spell he had used in the past to wake up the dark army of Anubis- Baal needed his demons so Imhotep needed to work fast. Having seen his wife already he knew he didn’t have much time. Meanwhile, the team is circling the building when Alex sees Imhotep in the window. She quickly hides and signals Jody and Cass. They and Gabe come over quickly followed by Henry and Dean. Ankhesenamun, seeing what he’s up to, says they’re about to have company.

Ruby asks Ankhesenamun what she means when suddenly Ankhesenamun is grabbed by an Egyptian soldier.  Ruby goes after her and she is taken too.

Gabe uses his powers to eliminate the two soldiers and Ankhesenamun says they don’t have much time - Dean wastes no time and starts to head inside

4. Before Dean gets too far in, Henry freezes him in his tracks using his telekinesis. Dean starts to protest when Gabe silences him. Donna giggles at Dean, as the rest of the team makes their way inside. They can hear Imhotep and then the footsteps of many soldiers. Henry, Alex, Cass, Jody, Donna, and Dean fight the soldiers (Feel free to free run what the soldiers do to you or you to them, there are dozens). Gabe, Ruby, and Ankhesenamun head inside to find Imhotep.

Upon seeing Ankhesenamun and Ruby, Imhotep is outraged. Gabe makes fun of him and says this is about to end. Imhotep tells him it is only the beginning.

Ruby pulls out the Book of Life and Ankhesenamun turns the pages, finding the spell she is after to stop the soldiers. Gabe keeps Imhotep occupied. It takes a while of chanting before the spell takes hold and all of the soldiers turn into sand. The team joins Ruby and Ankhesenamun in the other room where Gabe has Imhotep pinned, his blades set to pierce his skull. Donna yells out to remind him of his promise. And Gabe sighs before cleansing Imhotep of the magic from the Book of the Dead. The key falls from Imhotep’s hand and Alex scoops it up.

Ruby and Gabe reach out to Anubis who takes both Imhotep and Ankhesenamun back to the underworld. Everyone cheers. Dean pledges to get vengeance for Sammy. Alex, Dean, Henry and Ruby head back to the bunker to check on Sam. Donna and Jody search for the Book of the Dead but it is nowhere to be found. Jody, Cass, and Donna leave with Gabe for the bunker.

((Sam’s part here))

5. They head inside just as Gabe, Donna, Jody and Cass appear. Charlie and Pamela meet them at the door full of excitement because Sam is awake.  Henry runs past her, Jody, Cass and Alex follow behind and Dean is asking questions about how Sam is and if he needs to worry. Gabe promises to check him out when Sam appears at the door with a grin saying he’s back. Then gets serious and tells Dean they have work to do. Charlie is happy to have Sam back, Donna says she is glad he is doing better Sam smiles and leads everyone to the map table

6. Charlie’s laptop is set up, and Sam acts like he’s on a mission. Ruby has a few thoughts of her own but keeps them to herself. Dean is sharing how they defeated Imhotep, while Sam listens intently and wishes he could have been of more help.  Henry asks Sam how he’s feeling, and Sam responds with a comment about how he’s ready to finish this. Cass and Jody are a bit surprised at how angry Sam seems and Dean makes a remark about how that is the Sammy he remembers. Alex tells Sam she got the key and shows it to him. Donna gets everyone’s attention and says they need to get Baal now. Jody says he wasn’t going to stop any time soon and that Alex had just taken the key to his power. Cass said the key was only a part of what they needed. Charlie pipes in with why they needed the book so badly, and Pamela asks how they’re going to get it.

Ruby gets the Book of Life out of her bag and asks someone to put it away with the key. Henry takes care of it, placing both items back in the artifact box before Dean locks it away

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A gift from afar

Rated: G

Pairing: Castiel/Sam Winchester, Sabriel (if you squint)

Summary: Gabriel teaches Sam how to make a snowman, Sam wants to give something for Castiel.

Sam doesn't tell Castiel that he is from hell and that his father is Azazel, a literal demon, he lies and say that he left home to avoid his father's wrath, Castiel understood perfectly.

"So you got in trouble for what?"

"I talked back to him, we were discussing me having friends, he doesn't like them, says they are peasants and unworthy of my attention."

"So you come from a wealthy family?"

"Yeah, you could say that"

"So, where do you live? Is it close? Can i take you back home after the rain stops?."

"I..."

There is a map over there, USA states, California, Florida, Texas, Ohio, Sam looked back at Castiel and pointed at the map.

"Ohio"

"Ohio? There is very far away, how did you end up here?"

"Um..."

"Hey Cassie! What's up?"

"Gabriel, welcome back."

"Who is this tall, handsome guy?"

"This is Sam, he is not from here, it's raining outside so i brought him here."

"Sam..."

Why is he looking at me like this? Does he know i'm not from earth?, Sam wondered

"You are not from earth, are you Sam?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I was getting into this conclusion, Sam, you can tell the truth, we won't hurt you."

"I–I don't..."

I should just tell the truth, Sam concluded

"You are right, i'm not from earth but i'm not an alien, i'm human but not entirely human"

"Not entirely human?"

"Yeah, i'm different"

"Interesting, well your curiosity about the rabbit in your lap made me wonder if you know about earth's creatures, weather and etc."

"I know about rain, sometimes i can hear lightning from my bedroom, rain is the only weather i know about."

"What about snow?"

"Gabriel, don't–"

"C'mon kiddo, let me show you what snow looks like!"

Snow, it makes Sam cold, Gabriel gave him a scarf and a coat to warm him, meanwhile Castiel was freezing, rubbing his hands together, people need protection against't harsh temperatures, "I should give him something to warm him" Sam thought

"And that's how you make a snowman! Last thing, the nose, take this carrot and put on his face!"

"Like this?"

"Yeah! Just like this! You made a huge snowman!"

"Or maybe you are just too short for this snowman."

"Hey, not cool Samsquatch!"

"He is right Gabriel, you are too short"

"Cassie!"

While Castiel and Gabriel had their banter, Sam felt his scarf being pulled off, someone was there, probably a demon "Playtime is over, time to go back home your highness" the demon said

"Yeah, i think it is..."

Sam gave one last look at Castiel, he sneezed and Gabriel laughed, he is going to get sick if he continues unprotected from the cold.

"Once we are back at hell, bring me a knit kit"

Back at home, back in his cage, Sam sat on his bed and took a look at the yellow fluffy fabric on his hand, yeah, he could work with that. For the next fifteen days, Sam spend his time knitting a scarf, a yellow and black one, colors that resembled a bee. On day 15th, Sam carefully folded the scarf into a gift box and sticked honeypots stickers on the box, he looked at his closet and found winter clothes, Crowley bought for him after discovering his little trip to earth, Crowley was amazingly sweet and gentle to him, he took him to visit earth and experience its weather, taste new food and buy things that he liked. Now Crowley dropped him in front of a candy shop, Gabriel was inside, Castiel is probably in there too.

"Ohh if isn't our not so human friend Sam, what are you doing here?"

"Is Cas here?"

"He's talking to Deano right now, do you want to wait?"

"..."

I shouldn't bother them, Sam thought

"No, tell him this is for him, here's my number, please tell him to text me."

"I surely will."

"Thank you, Gabe."

"Something to warm you, bee careful, don't stay in the cold for too long, love you take care-Sam"

#supernatural #spn #sastiel #sabriel #mini fic #fluff #sam winchester #castiel #gabriel

[sirthisisa-wendys]

hi wendy hi deano

im alive and extremely burnt out, which is why i’m not interacting as much🫣. the semester starts in like a month so im having to mentally prepare😂

i guess this is my emoji reveal…..

Benkei Requester is now 🫧 anon

i have serious brain fog so i might forget i have an emoji and switch back to my alias

i’ll have to read your new fics and one shots, which will come with my usual ask including my reactions/favorite parts!

i hope you both are enjoying your summer so far and have a good rest of the week🥰

-🫧 anon

Hello love bug!

Burn out is SOOOOOOO real. I'm hoping you get some real relief soon, sweetie. You need some time to sleep and recoup - we'll always be here.

WE LOVE THE EMOJI SWEETPEA; please enjoy the rest of your summer, listen to lo-fi music and live in your head because you deserve to rest, mi lob.

We love the 🫧 Anon on this BLOGGGGGGGGGG

[slutforsfender]

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐖: 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌

𝐒𝐚𝐦

"You okay pet? You seem to have thrown yourself into work since the other night" Mam asks as I sit staring at my phone in the kitchen.

"Aye, just getting my arse in gear. Don't worry" I say, playing it off. 

"Howay lad, you are gonna have a brew with me and tell me what's going on" She orders, turning the kettle on and staring me down till I put my phone away. 

I shake my head at my mother but I follow her orders, needing to talk to someone even if it was my poor mam. 

"I saw Arabella the other night when I was out with the lads" I whisper into the silence, not quite believing it myself.

"Please don't tell me you fucked up again child" She says pointing at me as a joke, making me sigh in reply. 

"No, we sat on the beach and I calmed her down from some anxiety attack. I felt so stupid running after her but I couldn't help it. It's like a switch in my brain once I see her and I fall in love with her all over again so many years later" I lightly explain. 

"Oh my darling, some loves don't go whether we are teenagers or in our bloody nineties and clearly you love Arabella but that story is better left be. You hurt her too much, she ran away from her safety at eighteen. I'm sorry Sam, but you did good to look after her and I'm sure she appreciates it. Maybe friends are on the cards pet?" My mam says, trying her best to help as I hum in response. 

"I'm going go up to my room for a bit" I say, placing of kiss of thanks on her cheek. 

As soon as I get to my room, I lock my door and do something I hadn't done in ten maybe twelve years. I opened my wardrobe, pulling the familiar green jacket down from the back. As soon as I see the familiar stripes down the arms, the guilt washes over me. 

It all played through my mind as if it was some black and white short film. Then came the self-deprecating thoughts. The hatred for myself, the hatred for my actions, the disbelief. 

I smiled to myself as I saw a notification from her appear on my screen. I clicked on the message as soon as I could. 

Arabella: I did a stupid thing and forgot my jacket so you're gonna have to deal with cold me all day x

Sam: Do you not have another?? x

Arabella: Sadly not, no other fits over my blazer x

Sam: That sucks, don't worry I won't let you get cold x

It was now later in the day and I was now with Arabella at break with all my mates, Dean eyeing my jacket as she started to shiver. I was already two steps ahead of you Deano I thought as I turned to her. 

"Do you want my jacket?" I asked, as she did her little cold dance. 

"No it's okay. Don't worry Sam" She assured me. 

"Howay, take the jacket before you freeze to death. Come on I'll hold your bag, I'm not that cold anyway" I said, handing her my bag as I peeled off my jacket for her. 

We both smiled at the image of her in my jacket, the sleeves being long enough for her to do her hand thing without pulling it and the jacket reaching half way down her thigh. 

I replayed the image over and over in my head. Dying to go back to those days. The innocence. The love. The comfort. 

The week after we broke up, I switched to my waterproof jacket then eventually two jackets out of spite. I wanted her to be mad at me, hate me because I thought she would at least argue with me but she never did. She kept it bottled it up. 

If possible I hated myself even more now. I hated myself for the way I treated her, the way I broke up with her, for breaking up with her. I had the best thing ever and I threw it away for the stupidest reasons, not even semi decent reasons. Selfish, horrible, cruel reasons. 

I was currently in therapy and she always tried to get me to open up about Arabella but I just couldn't. I internally shiver and cringe at the thought of it all.  I placed the jacket in it's designated place and caught myself in the mirror. Similar to the way I had that night. 

I could still picture my tear stained eyes and face, the hatred for myself that never went just seemed to grow into this cloud of darkness over my head all the time. 

I stared around my bedroom, memories playing over and over of her, of us. It was like one giant whirlpool that seemed to increase in speed. Then come the racing heartbeat, rapid breathing, shaking body and anger.

I pulled at my hair, bit at my nails and lip, tugged at everything possible before completely losing it. Grabbing a nearby glass, throwing it at my wardrobe aiming for the top shelf. 

"Fuck you Sam. You cruel fucking person. Then you have the decency to fucking act like some sweetheart in public. Everyone should hate you. I hate you" I shouted at myself. 

The anger didn't seem to calm this time, it seemed to grow. Here we go, been here before. I grabbed a nearby razor, tearing it across my skin like it was paper. I watched the whiteness, the innocence become covered by the red, the evil. I made my mark of hatred once again. Yet all the tears didn't seem to soothe the anger, I accepted it. I deservered it.

Why Sam? Why did you do all this? 

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[someoneinjersey]

Just a lil update

Every so often I like to check in on my mostly defunct social media accounts.

Still living in North Carolina with Kate, with her cat Wimby and my dog Deano, and then we had a stray decide to adopt us who is so sweet and lovey. Her name is Larry because she has a very raspy meow if she can make sound at all, so Kate said she had laryngitis, thus, Larry. She's wonderful and we want to work on bringing her inside if we can (she likes to sneak in sometimes anyway). She brings us so many "gifts" so we know she loves us but for god's sake, so many dead mice, chipmunks, and rabbits turning up on our porch.

I'm still disabled as fuck, yo. I rarely have the physical or mental energy to do things, which sucks because I was doing really well for a few months after I moved in and then at some point, possibly conflated by my birth control that I hated, my panic disorder kicked into high gear. Like I'd have a panic attack just driving into town, or thinking about driving into town, or for no reason at all. We went to Kate's brother's five hours away for Christmas this past year and I had to stop at a gas station for an hour to sit and let my meds kick in while fighting vomiting and hyperventilating because I was having such a bad panic attack. Once we finally got there I had at least one attack every day, sometimes two or three. It was out of control, so my psychiatrist put me on extended release xanax to try to improve my quality of life and it's worked very well, though it does make me sleepy and panic or the fear of panic does creep in from time to time.

My brother disowned me. My mother needs a kidney transplant now on top of her liver transplant, and will refuse dialysis once her kidney function fails completely, so we have no idea how much time she has left. She still won't leave her husband. She wants to come visit again (she came last October) and while she's my mom so I'd love to see her and cook for her, I don't know if I can handle the stress. She doesn't realize she's a huge trigger for me and she can never know that because it'll kill her and she's already dying. She is aware, however, that if she visits, she may have to have Kate or a taxi pick her up from/drop her off at the airport because I don't know if I can drive to Asheville yet. It's about a 30 minute drive, but I still struggle with just going into town. She's not too happy about that. We've had so many fights since I've moved here.

I keep falling into ruts. I swore I'd break all my bad habits once I got down here and lived on my own, without a parent lurking around, but I just keep letting things go all over again. The dishes pile up, the garbage piles up, and then the monumentous task of just starting a clean up becomes unattainable. I've also learned that I have ADHD, likely always have. My psychiatrist said it was a "soft" diagnosis he was giving me, however, because I wasn't interested in going on medication for it. I want to sort out my other shit first but naturally I'm making no progress on that either. I put things off because I'm scared, and because I can never guarantee that I can make my appointments due to my panic attacks.

I'm still a killer cook. I've taken up collage journaling, which is just basically gluing scraps of paper and putting stickers together in a notebook, but it makes me feel good to do. I bought myself supplies to start drawing again but they've been here over a week and I haven't touched them yet. I need to get back into art so maybe I can sell some because we are barely scraping by, paycheck to paycheck and disability to disability. It really sucks.

Anyway, for anyone that's still around, I just have tumblr, facebook, and instagram now. FB and IG are private so you'll have to send a follow request or whatever, but please do. I'd like more interaction and I miss some of you on here. I'm also always up for texting, so my number is only an ask away.

ETA: My fb is under "Sara Ann" and my current userpic is not my face, and my ig is "atthedividingline" thank you

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[swantonbombin-blog]

seeing dean in the mitb promo makes me emo

#when is my guy coming back :(((( #i miss dean a lot #a lot a lot a lot #aaaah deano please heal quickly #wwe

[french-vanilla-in-the-clouds]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Dean comes home from a solo hunt, Y/N receives him with open arms. Things escalate and Gabriel taunts the hunter, claiming he knows nothing about the art of romance. When Dean tries to prove the angel wrong, things don’t go as he expects... 

just some fluff :)

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“You’re home!”

Y/N let out a cry of excitement and rushed across the bunker to meet Dean Winchester at the door.

“Woah, hey there!” he laughed, nearly falling over from her embrace.

“Sorry, I just missed you so much! We haven’t seen each other in an eternity!”

Sam and Castiel shared a look as they watched the couple from across the room. “I fail to see how three days constitutes an eternity,” Castiel whispered. Sam chuckled and nudged the angel in the side. “Apparently it does. Don’t even ask, you’ll only encourage them.”

Dean smiled at the pair and walked over to them. “What was that Sammy? Jealous? Don’t worry, there’s enough of me to go around.“ He wrapped an arm around his brother and the angel, hugging them tightly.

“Glad you’re home,” Sam said. “Y/N’s been frantic for the past few days. Even Gabriel was worried!”

Castiel nodded his affirmation. “Yes, she has been restless.”

“Oh please! I have not...”

Dean turned to her and put a hand to his chest. “So you do care!” he said sarcastically. “And speaking of Gabriel, how is the S.O.B.?”

“The S.O.B. is doing just fine, thank you very much.”

Everyone turned around as Gabriel strolled into the room, sucker in hand.

“Good to see you Deano. It’s been a blast raiding your room, but hey, I missed having you around.”

The hunter sighed. “Awesome. This is what I come home to.”

“Well you did come home to me, didn’t you?” Y/N teased.

Dean grinned. “And what a homecoming present you are!”

“Never took you for a romantic,” Gabriel mused. “You always struck me as more of a ‘love em’ and leave em’ type’.”

“Dude, I’m the king of romance, alright? It’s my middle name.”

“Sorry Casanova. Not buying it.”

“You want romance?” Dean scoffed. “Check this out.”

The room quieted as he walked to his travel bag and rummaged through its contents. Gabriel leaned against a wall, watching with a smug look on his face. He loved how easy it was to get a rise out of the elder Winchester.

“There it is...” Dean murmured, pulling out a garment.

He cleared his throat and turned back to his friends. Castiel let out a sigh and Sam picked at his nails. Bickering between Gabriel and Dean was common, and they were growing tired of having their time wasted.

“Hey Y/N,” Dean called, a glint in his eye. She approached warily, wanting no part in his tiff with the angel. “Yeah?”

“You know I love you, right?”

“Gee Dean, do you actually?”

Sam snorted and Dean shot him a warning glance.

“Well,” he continued. “Since I love you so much, before I left on the hunt, I packed your shirt in my bag so that I’d have a part of you with me wherever I went.”

Y/N’s face softened at the gesture. “Oh Dean, did you really?”

“Course’ I did. I actually slept with it last night to remind me of you.”

Gabriel folded his arms as he watched from his spot against the wall. The kid was smooth, he’d give him that much.

Y/N smiled as Dean raised the navy, cotton shirt to his nose and took a deep breath. Sure, he was laying it on a bit thick but Y/N thought it was adorable. She was just about to give him a kiss when it struck her.

She didn’t own a navy shirt.

“Dean... where did you find that?”

Sam and Castiel turned their heads up at Y/N’s tone.

“Laundry hamper. Why?” Dean asked, shirt still raised to his face.

“It’s not mine.”

He froze mid-sniff. “Then who the hell’s is it?”

“That would be mine, Bucko,” Gabriel said, swooping in to snatch the garment out of Dean’s hands. He smelled it exaggeratedly and sighed. “Ahhh, that would be eau de moi. Good stuff, isn’t it?”

Dean blanched. “Oh crap.” He raised a finger as though to say something, but grimaced and rushed out of the room instead.

Gabriel laughed and ran after him. “Come on Deano, don’t get all moody on me now!” His footsteps echoed down the hall as his voice trailed off. “It was a beautiful gesture!”

As the angel and the hunter disappeared into the bunker, Sam and Y/N laughed together and even Castiel grinned in amusement.

“Talk about a crash and burn,” Sam said, wiping the corners of his eyes.

Y/N took a breath and smiled. “I don’t know,” she mused. “I thought it was very... romantic.”

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Try reading Meeting And Dating Student! Sam Winchester

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