#it’s probably all burgers and pies which sound good but like … do we need a whole book???

[seasononesam]

The fact that supernatural has an official cook book is so funny like what recipes could that show possibly inspire

#personal #it’s probably all burgers and pies which sound good but like … do we need a whole book??? #the cw is like we will make money off this fucking show so help me god

[janicho88]

Falling For You -Part 4

December

Pairing-Eventual Dean x Female!Reader

Word count- 6071

Warning- Slight angst, jealousy, one or two swear words,  fluff.  Slow burn.

A/N- I had an idea for a one shot, and giving a backstory to Dean and the Reader meeting took on a life of its own. This story is AU  Thank you to @waywardbeanie and @whatareyousearchingfordean​  for helping me keep these 2 characters in line and letting me bounce ideas off of you.

Summary- After being burned before you had sworn off finding love for now. Coming home from work one night there is a strange man pounding on your door.  Neither of you knew what this meeting would lead to. 

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Your parents Christmas party was two weeks away, but you had a lot of baking to do, and none of it was started.  Why did you procrastinate?  Oh yeah, not much freezer room here when they are finished, and you had been hanging out with Dean.  Coming home from work on Monday, you got a quick workout in before planning to spend the evening in the kitchen. 

 Recipes out, and ingredients spread on the counter you started working on your first cookie.  Tonight you decided, was peanut butter night, which meant making the dough for peanut butter blossoms first, it would sit overnight and cook tomorrow while you were mixing other dough.  Santa’s peanut butter cookie bars, and the last item of the night no bakes.

While working on the cookie bars there was a knock on your door which had you pausing to answer it. Hands a little sticky you answered the door as best you could. 

“Hey Dean.”

“Hi Y/N, um, you got a little something here, and a here.”  He pointed to one side of your face and then your forehead.  Wiping it off with your hands you made a bigger mess.  

“Moved out almost a week and you forgot where Sam lives already?”  You teased him letting him into your apartment.  

“No, I came over to see if you would like to grab some food with me.  I think you might be a little busy though.”

“Yeah, I’m working on deserts for the Christmas party at my parents in two weeks.  Your invitation should be coming any day, I hope you, your brother and Jess can come.  I know Cas and Meg will be there too.  I was in the middle of baking, but you are welcome to hang out if you want.”

“I got it today actually, I’ll be there.  Have you eaten?”

“No, I haven’t thought about it yet.”

“Alright, so let's order a pizza, and I’ll help with quantity control in the kitchen.”

“I won’t have much for you to control tonight, but pizza sounds good.”

While the bar was cooking you got everything ready for the no bakes, deciding to start them after the pizza arrived.  Eating at the counter next to Dean, he told you about the shop he was working in.  He really liked Bobby, said he was an old grump on the outside but a teddy bear underneath.  Bobby’s wife Ellen  helped with the book keeping some days, she also owned a bar a little outside of town.  He invited you to go with him, Sam and Jess to check it out sometime. Benny and he got along well, he also ran the kitchen at the bar in the evenings.

Santa’s peanut butter bars came out as you were waiting for your no-bake ingredients to boil.  Dean went to cut a piece after you had set it down.

“You know that’s going to be extremely hot right?”

“It will cool in a minute, everything is better right out of the oven.”  Shaking your head you went back to stirring your pot. “Oh that was good,” came from Dean a few minutes later.  “When did you start baking?”

“My mom used to do it all, I’d help with what I could when I was little.  Dumping in the ingredients she already measured, or stirring the batter after she mixed it.  When you’re a kid you think you are so much help.  Then we started doing it together as I got older, I learned from her.  Over time I’ve found some of my own recipes to make, or put my spin on others.  The last couple of years I’ve taken on most of the party baking, but there are one or two things we will make together for it.”

“You’ve got a real talent for it.”

“Thank you, but you don’t have to humor me.”  

Dean wasn’t sure what to say to that, just looking at the back of your head while you were stirring. “It can be a great stress relief too when I’m frustrated with someone or something. It also forces me to find time for the gym.”  You continued on not noticing his pause. 

You had made a double batch of no-bakes and when they were ready, had talked Dean into helping you spoon them out.  As the pot they were in cooled down Dean stuck a finger in the still soft cookie batter before putting it in his mouth.

“Dean, what are you doing?” Trying to keep a stern face as you looked at him. 

“Oh, I’m sorry did you want a taste?”  He dipped another finger and spread it over your lips before tapping your nose.  Neither of you moving, eyes locked on one another before Dean’s ringing phone broke you apart.  He went into the living room to take the call, while you wiped off your face and tried to figure out what that was between you.  Nothing, right?  You guys were just friends, neither of you wanted more, you were seeing things that weren’t there.

“That was Bobby, I have to go.  There is a late delivery coming into the shop he was expecting in the morning and he isn’t there to let them in.  You um, doing anything this week, or weekend?” He seemed a little more hesitant when he asked that.

“You’re looking at it.  Maybe some cleaning and decorating I’m a little behind on it.”

“You need any help?”

“I don’t know about help, but I’ll always take the company if you want.”

“Okay, I’ll see you sometime this week.  Night Y/N.”

“Night Dean,” locking up after him you let your thoughts drift to the green eyed man causing you so much confusion.  Two months ago you both wanted to avoid relationships, you still didn’t think you were ready to get back out there.  You really didn’t want to misread anything from him and scare him away either.    

It was Friday night before you saw Dean again, a knock coming just after 5:30.  This time he appeared at your door with beer, and burgers. 

“Hi, you didn’t have to bring food.”

“Did you eat?”

“No, not yet.”

“Did you have anything here to eat?”

“I probably could have figured out something.” 

“Yeah, the burgers were needed. This way more time to work on whatever tonight's project is.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.  Tonight's goal is frosting the sugar cookies I baked yesterday, making the frosting topping for the Cranberry Bliss bar, and the cake for the petit fours.”

“I’m not sure which question to ask first.  I’m going to go with what the hell is a petty four?”

Not able to hide a smile and small chuckle you looked at him as you handed him a plate for his burger and fries.  “Petit four, ever seen those small cake looking things that are like an inch or smaller, decorated fancy?”

“Maybe?  I pay more attention to the pie.  Speaking of, are you making any of those?”

“Not exactly, I have cherry pie cookie cups. Petit fours are a type of cake with layers of frosting and I also do a fruit filling in mine too.”

“Sounds complicated, but back to where are these cookie pies?  I think I need to check them for you.”

“Sorry, I was out of freezer room here, they already went to my parent’s freezer.  And yes, they are complicated.  I’ll make the cake today, then it has to cool and slightly freeze,  the filling, frosting and glaze will get made this weekend and then put all together.”

“I don’t have that kinda patience. Next question, what are you going to do with all this?”

“It’s a big party, we go through a lot then.  It will go back in the freezer after, and the week leading up to Christmas we’ll get it back out and make up trays to give away to friends, business we deal with, and have some left over for Christmas.”

“What does one have to do to get on this list, sweetheart?”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure one will find its way to your door. 

“What all is on your party list?”

“The things from Monday, and tonight, buckeyes, cherry cheesecake bar, two different truffles, fudge, cranberry cookies, candies, white chocolate ginger cookies, and choc cherry brownie bites, polar bear faces and some candies.”

“Next week is helping mom clean, with any last minute decorations she hasn’t done, then food Thursday and Friday night. Saturday is the party, Sunday I might not get out of bed.”

Dean laughed at that, “I never said I was joking Winchester.”

“Alright, alright so what are we doing first?”

“You really want to help me?  You are welcome to turn on the television and just hang out.”

“Nope, I’m here to bake sweetheart.”

You offered to let him pick something on tv, but he declined so you turned on Hallmark Christmas movies to help you both get in the Christmas spirit.  Dean helped you put together the cake for the petit fours, so that could get cooking first.  Frosting sugar cookies was next, you had done a few cut outs, but you preferred plain old circles.  It saved time and could be decorated any way.  The frosting colors were always tied in to that year's decoration colors.  This year was blue, white and silver, unfortunately you hadn’t found a silver paste coloring yet.  You were going to make three different shades of blues and a simple white. The powdered sugar needed to be shifted still to help keep the frosting smoother. You gave that job to Dean while you got the rest of the ingredients ready.

“Oops,”  you heard from behind you.  Turning around Dean had put too much powdered sugar in at once then apparently leaned over to see what he was doing. Now he was wearing some on his face and shirt. 

“Here,”  handing him a wet rag you helped him clean up a little. 

“Wouldn’t it be easier to use store bought?”

“Yes, but this recipe tastes better, has a better consistency for decorating with it, and dries so I can stack them without ruining the design.”

“Whatever you say Betty Crocker.”

The two of you both grabbed some cookies and started to decorate, at one point you looked up and had to look away so Dean wouldn't see your smile.  The man really likes his sprinkles apparently.  

“Wow!”  You looked up quickly to see what caused that reaction from Dean.

“What?”

“Your frosting on those, that’s like store bought good.”

Feeling the blush heat up your face you smiled at him, “Thanks, I’ve had a lot of practice over the years.  Watched a lot of decorating tips too.”

It was a lot of fun decorating the cookies with Dean, you goofed off a little and tried to “help” each other with the cookie the other was working on at that time.  That ended with some, let’s say interesting looking cookies thrown in with the others. 

“Hey Dean,” You got his attention while you headed to the sink with the last of the remaining frosting.  “I think you got a little something right here,” as you tapped him on the nose with a blue spoon quickly getting out of his reach. 

While you were standing at the sink he came up behind you and wiped his frosted nose on the shoulder of your dark green shirt.  “Dean!”  Neither of you could hold in your laughter.

The last task of the night was the frosting to the Cranberry bars.  Dean had snuck a few bits of everything tonight, but you didn’t care.  He had earned it.  This had been the most fun baking you had had in a long time.  

Neither of you had to work tomorrow and retired to the couch to watch a movie when you were all cleaned up.  The temperature had dropped this week and despite the heat being on still a little chilly in the apartment.  There was  a blanket behind Dean he grabbed before sitting next to you and tossing it over you both.  You didn’t realize as the movie went on you leaned a little closer in to Dean until he put his arm around your shoulders anchoring you close.

Dean was telling you about his week and how he met the owner’s step daughter, Jo, this week.  She had been in everyday to take care of the paper work for Ellen since she had problems at the bar to take care of.  According to Dean she was a bit of a talker, and kept coming to the back of the shop where he was working.

Oh you fool, you thought, she’s trying to flirt with you, not just talk.  “Was she just there this week?”

“Not sure, I heard her tell Bobby she would be happy to take it over if they wanted her too.”

Of course she would,  she wants to see you, went through your head, but all you said “Oh,”  You're not looking to date, you have no right to be jealous of her flirting with Dean or hanging out with him at work.  Not that he would be interested; he only wants friends right now too, but you found yourself worrying about Dean falling for her.  

Dean looked around your apartment as he was walking out, “Not much time for decorating yet?”

“I’m going to work on that tomorrow.  What about you?  How is your house coming?”

“I only had a few decorations I put up, I won’t be up here anyways.” 

“No?  Your parents aren’t coming back up?”

“No, we are heading to them.  Jess’ parents are going on a cruise that leaves the 26th so Sam and her are heading to see them before Christmas and will meet us in Kansas. I took the week of Christmas off, I’ll drive there either the 20th or 21st and come back here the 27th.   Are your parents staying in town for Christmas?

“Yep, we have it at their house every year, and my aunt should be good to travel by then.”

“That’s good, see you tomorrow.” 

“What?”  He just winked at you and shut the door.  Did you have plans you were forgetting?

Late Saturday morning while you were fighting with branches there was a knock at your door.  A bright eyed Winchester was waiting to be let in, his coffee in hand.

“I didn’t have plans today, and thought I’d give you some help.  Plus I wanted to see how the petty things went together.”  He looked at the corner where you had been working, “What is that mess?”

“That’s my tree, thank you very much, and it’s petit four.”

“You know real is the way to go.”

“Says the man with no tree.  Maybe it is, except when you live alone, and would have to water it and check it everyday and you have an allergy to the branches making you break out in red itchy spots.”

“Okay, you win.”

Dean helped you get the tree together and put the ornaments up.  When you finished with that you got the petit fours out to finish. Dean watched you adding layers to the bottom half of the cake, then put the top half on doing the same, helping when he could.

“Getting the glaze on is the hardest part, mine never look as good as ones you can get in a store.”

“I think they look awesome, if I tried these mine wouldn’t be half as good.”

You had ingredients in your cupboard for pasta so you started that inviting Dean to stay for dinner.  The night ended much like the last with the two of you side by side watching a movie on the couch.

The next week was pretty busy for you helping at your parents, it went fairly quickly though.  Usually during the week you will talk to Dean a few times and text almost everyday, even if it’s just sending the other a funny picture.  This week you hadn’t heard from him at all.  Guess he was too busy at work with Jo. 

The party had been going on for an hour and you still hadn’t seen Dean yet.  Sam, Jess, Cas and Meg had all arrived half an hour ago.  

It was thirty minutes later when Dean finally arrived. Finding his brother and friend first he said hello to them before looking for you.  Finally spotting you talking to a group of people, he hung out behind you for a few minutes before a woman looked up at him and said hello.  This had you turning around.

“Hello Dean, so glad you could finally make it.”  Was it chilly in here or just your voice.

“Oh, you’re Dean!”  Exclaimed the woman who first spotted him.

“Yeah, that’s me,”  he gave her a small smile.

The woman looked to you before going back to Dean, “It’s nice to finally meet you, it seems like my daughter has forgotten her manners. I'll introduce myself, I’m Alicia. It's nice to meet you. Y/N said you had helped her with the baking last week.  I have to say you two make a great team, thank you for helping her.”  She glanced over at you looking at the floor, “I need to go check the food, I’m sure I’ll see you around, Dean.”

“Sorry I’m late, I got called back into work.”

“The shop closes at one on Saturday’s, it’s 8:30 now. Did you walk home and then here?”

“No, Jo was trying to finish up paperwork for November that had to be sent in today.  She called me in to explain some of the notes, and expenses.  Bobby and Ellen were out of town today so she couldn’t ask them.  It took awhile and she wanted to grab dinner, I told her I had a party to be at, but she kept pushing and I went with her for one drink.”

“It’s fine Dean, nothing said you had to be here when it started, or stay the whole time.  Have fun, your brother and Cas are around here somewhere.  I need to go check the dessert table.”  

Turning and quickly walking away, Dean was too caught off guard by your distance to follow right away.  You had never given him the cold shoulder like that, he didn’t like it.  By the time he caught up to you again, someone else had pulled you into conversation.  Waiting a few minutes for you to finish, finally deciding to go find Sam and the rest of that group when you didn’t.  He was fairly certain you were upset with him, and that didn’t sit well at all.

He passed by the food set up in the dining room, and kept going.  As much as he was starving when he got here, he seemed to have lost his appetite now.  Meg and Jess were gone when he rejoined the guys.  He pretended to listen to their conversation, but he wasn’t really there.  Why were you so mad, was it because he was late, or did something else happen?  Why did you care when he showed up, there were numerous other people here.  His original plan was to come early and see if you needed help, but going over paperwork with Jo took much longer than expected.  She couldn’t seem to concentrate on her work.   

Excusing yourself from the family friend who cornered you , you made your way to your old room.  Needing a few minutes of alone time to calm yourself down.  You were jealous, but no way would you admit that to anyone else.  Your door opened minutes after you shut it, looking up Jess and Meg walked in sitting across from you on the bed.  

“Partied out already, or hiding from someone?”  Meg gave you a knowing look waiting for your answer.  “You do know Dean is downstairs right?”

“Neither, I just needed a minute, too many people down there for me.  Yeah, I know he finally showed up, not that I care”

“Liar,”  spoke up Jess.

“The two of us are completely sure you being up here has nothing to do with a green eyed bowlegged mechanic you have been looking for all night.”

“Nope, not at all. Why should I care if he spent the evening helping the boss’ daughter do paperwork, or that he took her out for dinner.”  Staring at your friends you didn’t say anything else. 

“Yep you're just fine,”  when you didn’t say anything else Meg continued, “know we are here whenever you want to talk about whatever is going on in your head.”

You all rejoined the party.  This was always one of your favorite nights as much as you were looking forward to having Dean here tonight, you weren’t up to seeing him right now.  You had caught up with your friends on and off the rest of the night.  Mostly when Dean had stepped away.  You were ready for the night to be over.

Sunday morning Dean stood outside your apartment door knocking without any answer.  The door behind him opened but he didn’t realize it until hearing a voice he knew well.

“You know I live in 43 right?”

“Yes, bitch, I do.  Y/N lives in 44.  She was off last night and I wanted to talk to her.  Picked up breakfast on the way over so she wouldn’t have to make anything.  But if she doesn’t open the door I can’t give it to her.”

“Jerk, It’s still a bit early, did you text her?”

“Yeah, but she didn’t respond.”

“You’re welcome to wait for her in here if you want to try again in a bit.”  After knocking again, he followed Sam inside.

Rolling over in bed, you reached over petting the dog laying next to you.  You missed having a dog around, but your apartment wasn’t pet friendly.  Grabbing a sweatshirt you made your way downstairs to see what your parents were up to.  You had decided to spend last night in your old room so you would be here to help with any more clean up this morning.  It was a good hour later when it finally dawned on you that you hadn’t checked your phone this morning.  Picking it you realized the battery died, and you didn’t bring a charger.  You were the only one without an iPhone so their chargers wouldn’t work on yours.  That will have to wait till I get home later.

Getting off the elevator later that afternoon you ran into Sam.  “Hey, Dean was looking for you earlier, but you never answered your door.  He waited for awhile, but had to get going.”

“I stayed at my parent’s last night, and didn’t take a charger for my phone.  Thank you guys for coming last night.”

“It was fun, thanks for inviting us.  When your phone has a charge, text Dean back, he has texted me a few times since he left asking if I’ve seen you.”

“Alright, talk to you later Sam.”

When your phone finally had some life you sent Dean a text apologizing for missing him when you weren’t home.

“Can I come over?” Dean texted back.

You had to debate with yourself whether you wanted him to or not.  He had done a lot to help you last week, and been a much needed friend.  Did he really deserve the cold shoulder because you were jealous?  You texted back ‘If you want.’

Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door, putting on a smile you let Dean in.  Maybe you could pretend your behavior last night didn’t happen. 

“Hi Dean.”

“Hey Y/N, thanks for letting me come over.”

“Not a problem, how was your day?”

“Alright, a little worried my friend is mad at me, and I really want to fix that. I’m sorry I was so late.  I was actually going to come early and see if you needed help, I’m sorry work got in the way.  I tried to bring you breakfast this morning so you wouldn’t have to get out of bed and mess with anything this morning.”

Guess he wasn’t going to go along with your plan to pretend it didn’t happen. “I’m sorry Dean, I shouldn’t have gotten that upset.  You didn’t have to be there right at 7, I was excited to have you there last night and it shouldn’t have mattered when you came. I should have enjoyed having you there when you arrived.  I ruined it for both of us, I’m sorry. Sorry, I missed breakfast with you this morning.”

“It’s okay, I just really don’t want to lose my friend.  If you really wanted to make it up to me, go shopping with me tomorrow night?  I need some help with Jess and Mom, please?” He gave you the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. 

“Sure, I still have a bit to do also.”  Dean had been the best thing to happen to you in awhile, you didn’t want to lose him either.  Hopefully a night at the mall could help things go back to the way they were. “Pick me up after work?”

“I’d be happy to.”

“Have you eaten dinner yet? I have leftovers from the party if you want to stay for dinner?”

“Seriously? Yes, I  didn’t end up getting anything last night.”

Both of you worked in the morning, so instead of starting a movie after dinner you just turned a tv show on.  Tonight you two didn’t sit as close as you previously did, honestly you missed it. You made small talk, he asked how things were at your parents’ house.  You told him everything cleaned up fairly quick, staying there made you miss having your dog around. 

Snow was lightly falling on the way to the mall, you were hoping for a white Christmas. Dean asked about your day, not much happened for you at work.  He was telling you about a classic car that just came in he was working on.  He really enjoyed his job, his green eyes shining as he talked about the different parts that needed restoring.

Arriving at the mall it became clear Dean really didn’t have any ideas on what to get either woman, so you offered various suggestions in the stores you were in.  Finally getting Jess done, Dean picked up a scarf you knew she wanted, and some fun picture frames to go on her collage wall.  His mom was proving trickier.  

“Any hobbies?” you asked, leaving the 6th different store. 

Dean thought for a moment, “She does like horror movies.”

“Yeah, I’m coming to realize you are all obsessed with monsters.  How about not for Christmas. Any place she mentioned she would want to go?”

He thought for a few minutes “Actually I heard her talking to Jess about a new place that opened up in town.”  When Dean finished telling you about you pulled out your phone to see if you could google it.  Finding what you needed you explained your idea to Dean and what you could get up here and what he would need to get once he was back in Kansas. 

With that  accomplished you two wandered around a few more stores looking for items to fill the rest of your lists.

Thursday was the next time you saw Dean, running into him in the apartments’ parking lot.  He was on his way to meet Sam for something.  Making small talk in the elevator, without thinking you asked something you didn’t really want to know.

“How’s Jo been?”

Dean gave you a funny look, “I don’t really know,  she hasn't been in the shop the last couple days.”

“Oh, I thought you might talk to her outside of work.”  What are you doing Y/N, do you really want to know this.  

“No. I don’t really have a reason to need to talk to the boss’s daughter outside of work.”

“Okay.  I have something in my apartment for you, I meant to drop off.  If you have time stop over before you leave.”

“Is it pie?”

“Sorry, not this time.”

When you got inside your apartment you went to check and see what ingredients you had in your cupboard. Finding pecans and a pack of crescent rolls you decided to whip up something quick.  A little over an hour later you heard a knock at your door.  Inviting Dean in you walked back over to the kitchen where the timer was going off.

“Something smells amazing.”

“I didn’t have any fruit to make a regular pie filling, but I did have some pecans I never used for the party, I made you a pecan pie bar, I hope it’s okay.”  You could almost see Dean’s mouth start to water.  “I’ll get you a fork and plate.”

“I don’t need a plate, the pan is fine.”

While Dean was eating you grabbed the item you picked up for him from the spare room.

“I know you don’t have a tree because you won’t be here for Christmas, but I thought you needed something.  Even if it’s not real.”  You had picked him up a little prelit tree and decorated it to have in his house.  

“It’s great, thanks Y/N.  You didn’t have to do that though.”  Dean gave you a hug as you set it down next to the pan of bars. 

“I know, I wanted to.  You can set it on that skinny table you have and set the presents underneath it after you wrap them.”

“Oh, that’s right I have to wrap them.  Hey sweetheart, do you think you might come over one night and help me with…”

“Seriously Winchester?  How would you ever make it without me, do you even have paper?” Laughing you agreed to come over Saturday and wrap what he had.  

“Of course I do.”

Knowing you were just hanging around the house and wrapping presents you put on yoga pants and a baggy sweatshirt to head to Dean’s knowing he would be hanging out in sweats by now too.  Sure enough he answered the door in a grey henley and black sweats.  The fireplace was on in the living room and with the presents and wrapping paper on the coffee table.  Dean ordered pizza and found Die Hard on tv.  He was sitting on the couch watching you work, when you looked up at him.

“Are you planning on helping me at all or just watching?”

“Which answer won’t get me in trouble?” The bitch face you sent his way might rival Sam’s.  “I was kidding, I was just watching how you do it.  Very nice wrapping by the way.”  The roll of wrapping paper flying at him barely missed his arm. 

Two presents into Dean wrapping, you knew why he wanted help.  When the pizza arrived you set him free. Finishing the last gift you leaned back against the couch rolling your shoulders to loosen them up after being hunched over.  Dean was sitting up on the couch behind you and  leaned down to rub your stiff shoulders. 

“Thanks for that.”

“Least I could do for you wrapping those.”  Before you left for the night you put the gifts under his tree best you could.

You spent the next week trying to catch up with your own Christmas shopping, get the cards in the mail, and trying to find time to just enjoy the Holidays.  Friday night you, Charlie, Meg and Jess donned your best ugly sweaters and leggings, spending the evening at your place vegging out and watching movies.  

You woke up early Saturday morning to head to Dean’s house before he left. Knocking on his door he was surprised to see you.

“I just wanted to stop over before you left.  I brought you some of the desserts to take to your parents house.”  You had given Dean a plate of them the weekend before when you came over to wrap.  “I expect those to make it to Kansas so you better put them in the trunk.”

“I don’t know sweetheart, I might need a snack for the road.  Eleven hours is a long trip.”

“I figured you would, there is a bag of the cherry pie cookies in there for you.”

“You are too good to me.”  Giving you a kiss on the cheek he walked past you to put them in his car while you followed him over. 

“Do you need help doing anything before you go?”

“I’m all set, car is loaded, just have to refill the coffee in my travel mug, wash the pot and lock up the house.  

Waiting while Dean finished with his coffee you walked out to the car with him.  “Have a safe trip, and Merry Christmas.  See you when you get back.”

“Thank you sweetheart.  Thanks for your help and the cookies. Have a Merry Christmas yourself.”  With a hug you walked to your own car watching the Impala drive away. 

You were definitely going to miss him this week. A little after one that afternoon you received a text from Dean saying he was in Springfield, Illinois and halfway there, he would text you when he arrived at his parents. Around seven, that text arrived along with a picture of a house you were guessing belonged to John and Mary. The two of you talked a few times over the week, he called later than usual Tuesday night, and seemed to be really down.  

On Christmas Eve you went to Mass with your family before heading to your parents house for dinner with your grandparents, some of your parents siblings, and cousins.  Games followed and a few hours later the house cleared out.  You spent the night there since you would be having Christmas morning there with your dad’s family.  Dean had texted you a few times throughout the day, Sam arrived today so you hoped he could help his brother with whatever was going on. 

Christmas morning you sent Dean a text before helping your mom with breakfast.  Your dad’s family spent the morning at the house before heading elsewhere for the afternoon.  Your mom’s family started coming over around 2, they stayed for dinner and games.  You loved your family but were glad to have an empty house spending time with your parents when everyone was gone.

That evening you went back to your apartment.  Sitting on the couch looking at your Christmas tree you saw a big gift bag Jess had dropped off before leaving town.  She told you you couldn’t open it till Christmas, that was now right?  Grabbing it you brought it back to the couch with you. 

First you pulled out a big oddly wrapped lump, unwrapping it you found a Chocolate Lab plush.  He reminded you of your dog you had growing up. The next item was a t-shirt that had you cracking up.  In the bottom of the bag was a card.

Y/N, 

I think this goes to show what we both already knew, I can’t wrap worth a damn.  This guy reminded me of the pictures I have seen in your apartment.  He might not be able to follow you around, or bark at strangers, but hopefully he can keep you company.  I got a laugh out of the shirt and I hope you do too.    

Merry Christmas Sweetheart,

Dean

  Dean called you later that evening.

“Hi, Merry Christmas Dean.”

“Merry Christmas to you Y/N.  How was your day?”

“It was good.  Scooby and I are relaxing back home now.”

“Good, um who’s Scooby?”

“This really cute chocolate lab plush that my good friend got me.  Thank you Dean, he’s great.”

“Not a problem Sweetheart. Glad you like him, Scooby?”

“That was my dog's name growing up, I was a big Scooby Doo fan.  Still am”

He started laughing, “So was I.  Yeah, I wouldn’t rush to change the channel if it was on now either.”

 The two of you talked more about your days.   He was ready to leave, but Sam and Jess were riding back with him, and he didn’t want to pull them away yet.  Something happened while he was home, he didn’t sound like himself.  If you had to guess it was why he called you Tuesday night.  You wondered if you would find out what that was.

Part 5

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[bonniebird]

A version of home (Part Two)

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“Still going?” Dean asked as he came into the kitchen. He was rubbing black oil off his hands as he headed to the fridge for a drink.

“Yeah Bobby manages to pack this stuff in. I found two curse boxes and they’ve only been gone… four hours?” You said with a fond sigh as you set another pile of boxes and books on the kitchen table.

“You know he’d never admit it but I think he appreciates the effort… he seems happy you’re here.” Dean said quickly. You nodded as he popped open his beer and the two of you stood in the awkward air that seemed to choke Bobby’s kitchen. You weren't used to other hunters that weren’t years older than you. It was strange that someone else had a familial bond with Bobby, the way you did. 

“Well, I think that i’ve found some weapons in the back of the book pile so… I’m going to go.”

“Yeah. urm...” Dean said gruffly. “I should get back to work.”

It took a couple more hours to get the books sorted into the piles Sam had suggested. Now they took up a large amount of space in the living room. Although while you’d been sorting you had found four, flat packed, sets of book shelves. Several knives, guns, boxes of hand crafted bullets and other weapons that you weren’t too sure about. You had been curious about Bobby’s other spare rooms and tried to poke around. You were abruptly stopped by the door of the first room barely opening enough for you to see the boxes and books blocking the door. “Damn Bobby! There must be hundreds of books in here!” You muttered to yourself.

Deciding you’d surprise Bobby with the new shelves, you headed down stairs. Pausing at the bottom step and sighing. You still had to figure out what to do with all the weapons. Organising Bobby’s books was one thing but if he had to hoard some weapons he kept them in the basement or in his car. It was the one thing you didn’t mess with when it came to Bobby. You weren’t sure how you felt about Dean or if you felt comfortable enough to ask him for help.

 Sam seemed nice, once he got over the awkwardness of, clearly, being asked by Bobby to get along with you. It was like being a kid again. But Dean seemed more rough around the edges. You understood, it was hard to trust other hunters.

“Hey, Dean?” You called as you headed out into the back of Bobby’s house. The maze of cars outside seemed to have grown like the hoard of books. Following the sounds of Dean working on the Impala, you found him near one of the less run down work sheds. “Dean?”

“Yeah?” He said as he glanced at you.

“I had a question about Bobby’s weapon collection. I’m not sure he even remembered he had half that stuff that I found in the spare room. Maybe… you could look them over, I’d call Bobby and ask what he wants me to do with them but I don’t want to interrupt their hunt.” You explained.

“You don’t know what to do with them?” He asked dubiously as he finished his fiddling and stood up, brushing his hands on his jeans.

“I put the weapons for vampires and werewolves with the others in the basement already but my family were kind of experts at vampires and werewolves. Outside of a few ghosts and a couple ghouls. I haven’t hunted much else.”

“Oh, yeah Bobby mentioned your grandfather was pretty famous for hunting vamps. I can help you out.” Dean sounded surprised that you’d asked him for help. He followed you up to the spare room where you’d layed out all the weapons on the bed, along with a few more spell boxes.

“Most of these you can just put in the basement. This one, also this. I think Rufus needs one of these for a succubus. I got a call from another hunter earlier, they were looking for Bobby and I'm pretty sure these two would do the trick… I actually think I made this knife. Had to add a bunch of stuff to it for a hunt. We can find someone to run the knife down but Rufus will need this as soon as possible.” Dean said after he had looked everything over. He sounded a little sentimental over the last weapon that he picked up and flipped over in his hand.

“I think Rufus is still on a hunt nearby. He keeps saying it’s his last one. I’m surprised he even called Bobby when he saved me from the werewolf, after what happened between him and Bobby.” You muttered and Dean nodded. He gave you a quizzical look but knew better than to pry when it came to Bobby and his friends. At least until he had Sam to help him.

“We could see how the tune ups worked on the car and head out, drop these out with Rufus…” Dean offered. Bobby had left him with the specific instructions to befriend you. He didn’t want you running off on a hunt and he figured if you were going to tell anyone, it would be Sam and Dean, seeing as neither would object to going along on a hunt with you, instead of stopping you from going.

“Sure, sounds… good.” You said nervously. Dean grinned and hurried to put the hood of the Impala down. While he gave the car a final once over you grabbed a duffle bag for the weapons and set all the phones to answer with Bobby’s prerecorded message.

“Rufus is only an hour out.” You said as you climbed into the front passenger seat. Dean was already waiting in the car. “I got a text from Bobby saying he should be back with Sam in a few.”

“Great, an old friend is passing through so if we’re not too long with Rufus we should be able to drop the last weapon off and pick up dinner at the diner on the way back.” Dean offered and you nodded as you set the bag in the footwell while staring at your phone.

“Someone phoned Bobby asking if he had a book… apparently Sam thinks he saw it when he was helping me.” You mumbled as you text Bobby back.

“Bobby probably has every book under the sun at this point.” Dean replied as he started to cruise out of Bobby’s backyard and down the street.

“Bobby said you guys are looking for your dad. I’m sorry you’re having a hard time finding him.” You said suddenly after a few moments of silent driving. Dean cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.

“We’ll find him. Or he’ll find us, I’m sure It’ll be fine. He’s a great hunter.” Dean answered quickly.

“I think my grandpa hunted with one of your grandparents. Some vampire big nest.” You muttered. Dean frowned at you, assuming you’d mixed him up with someone. Maybe the Garth kid that Bobby talked about.

The rest of the drive was awkwardly quiet. Though Dean was pretty pleased he’d solved the squeaking issue. It’d be awhile before he had to hang round Bobby’s and fix the car up. He noticed that as he drove closer to the meeting place with Rufus you got more nervous. “So the last time you saw Rufus he was saving your life?” Dean jokes.

“Actually, he stayed when I was in the hospital. He was yelling at Bobby about letting me hunt a werewolf pack alone. I didn’t know it was a pack at the time and Bobby had been trying to get me to slow down for a while. I just sort of lost it.” You explained and Dean nodded. He’d gotten to the motel Rufus was waiting at. He was packing up his own car and waved at Dean as he pulled up.

“Hey, Rufus. We’ve got that weapon you needed.” Dean said as he clambered out the car. You were a little slower getting out of the car.

“Dean, nice to see you.” He glanced over Dean’s shoulder as you fumbled with the weapon in your hand. “(Y/N), glad you recovered ok.”

“Yeah. Nothing a good hunter can’t recover from.” You said quietly. While you shuffled your feet Dean cleared his throat and nudged you. “Here!”

“Thank you. Caught wind of another hunt. They just keep on coming.” Rufus complained as he took it and set it in his truck.

“You know, considering that you’re trying to retire…” You pointed out and he tutted at you.

“I would have been well out of the game if it wasn’t for you.” He warned playfully.

“Well, I’m not hunting for a little while. Bobby, he… wants me to take it easy for a while.” You explained. Dean shoved his hands in his pockets and started admiring the cars, scattered in the parking lot. 

“Glad to hear it. I know you’ve lost a lot but I’d rather not be losing you.” Rufus saif with a soft, genuine tone. He gave you an affectionate hug and petted your head as he nodded to Dean. “Hopefully I won’t see you kids around. Take care.”

“You take care too, Rufus.” You said as you waved at him. He gave a short wave before driving off to his next hunt.

“So, ready to head home?” Dean asked as he turned to you.

*****************

“Hi, do you take out?” You asked the smiling woman at the counter. She looked exhausted and as if the day had been hard for her.

“We do, we have a take out menu. We no longer do delivery.” She said and her eyes looked strained as if she was waiting for you to complain.

“Great! We’re not too far away. Dean, they do take out but only collection.” You called to Dean who was finishing swapping the weapon from Bobby’s for some sort of magic object to do with demons. You didn’t really track when he started going into the demon things on the way back to Sioux Falls.

“Great, we’ll take two of the pies from the special board and… What do you think Bobby and Sam will want?”

“Um… Sam likes the healthy stuff right?” You asked and Dean agreed, ordering a large salad and something that was sloppy, a dubious green and game in a lukewarm cylindrical tub.

“I think Bobby will want the burger or something.” You said to Dean in a sheepish tone as you both stared at the tub while the server behind the till gave you the plastered smile.

“You’re onto something, want one too?” He asked, much in the same tone, wincing at the tub which bubbled for a moment.

“Yeah sure…”

Getting your full order took a while when Dean added more and more to the list. But eventually you managed to get back home to Bobby’s. The lights were on and you could see Bobby’s truck parked neatly as Dean pulled up beside it.

“I can’t believe the food is so… weird.” You muttered as you held the two paper bags of food.

“Sammy’s food looks like it’s alive.” Dean muttered and you laughed.

“You two seem to be getting along.” Sam pointed out as the two of you headed inside. You had the bags while Dean had the drinks and a sketchy looking homemade ice cream that was apparently made in store at the restaurant. There had been a long debate about why they called it homemade when it wasn’t made in someone's home.

“Yeah, we went to the dinner that’s in town. Since it was bought out… it’s gotten a bit weird.” You explained as you started to set everything out on the table. Bobby joined Sam who hurried to dump his notebook on a pile of books near the table. As you set Sam’s food in front of him both you and Dean watched him intently as he opened it. He started spooning the food into his mouth without hesitation.

“Well you owe me five bucks.” You muttered to Dean.

“Hey, it could still get him!”

“What are you two talking about?” Sam asked dubiously as he looked suspiciously at the two of you, then his food.

“Sam, your food looks alive.” You muttered and he rolled his eyes.

“It’s better than what you three are eating.” Sam offered up.

“Sammy you’re eating flubber!” Dean insisted. The three of you continued to bicker over the food long into Dean’s massive desert. The bickering was ended by Bobby insisting that the three of you had to build the new shelves that you had routed out in the now nearly empty spare room.

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Special Delivery 3

I’m going to start with an apology here. This is not great literature, it’s just an exercise in writing about what I know and wrapping it up in a fluffy romance that will never happen. It’s pure self indulgence, but if you’d like to read some fluff with a bit of British culture thrown in for good measure, go ahead and read. If you want me to take you off the tag list, please ask, no offence taken. If any of the words or terms are unfamiliar, please ask, as I make no changes to suit American readers.

Word count 2572

Previous chapters can be found here and here 

Fabio and I visit the local fish and chip shop, and I explain what’s on the menu.

Warning - mentions the death of a parent.

3 Takeaway my heart...

Once parked outside my terraced house, I unlocked the door and Fabricio helped bring our rucksacks in. He left his boots and jacket by the door, which opened straight onto a room that had once been two small rooms, now knocked into one large one with the stairwell exposed. I was looking forward to moving to a place that had a porch where wet and muddy clothes could be left, although I was fond of my cozy little house. I went to the kitchen to unpack the lunch boxes after directing Fabio upstairs to the bathroom. He was soon back downstairs as I let myself sink into the couch by the window that looked out onto the street.

‘You have a nice place.’ he said ‘It’s small, but this room is…’ he searched for words and gave up ‘I like it.’

‘I chose it a few years ago.’ I answered. ‘It was hard making enough money to get a mortgage, but my parents helped’

‘Ah yes. They are - not here any more?’ I shook my head.

‘No, Dad died just after I bought it. If I hadn’t got this place I might have moved in with Mum, but I think we would have driven each other crazy, much as I loved her.’

‘Family is muy importante. Mi madre, mi padre - I love my parents, they have helped me so much.’

‘Me too.’ I smiled ‘Mum passed away a few months ago. I can pay my house off now, and I’m going to rent it out for a little more income’

‘Passed away?’ he asked.

‘Uh - she died.’ 

‘Oh, I’m sorry. You said before. You are sad?’ his expression changed to one of concern.

‘It’s okay Fabio, she was getting older and a little confused. I was just beginning to think of moving in to look after her, but I went to visit one morning and she’d passed away in her sleep – very peaceful.’

‘I think we would all like to go like that.’ he said. ‘Now, you are hungry, yes?’ he patted his stomach.

‘I am.’ I replied ‘Tired and hungry, but I really enjoyed our trip.’

‘Yo Tambien – me too.’ he smiled ‘It is difficult to travel, there are not many busses’

‘It is easier if you have a car.’ I admitted ‘But sometimes it gets very crowded with visitors.’ He nodded.

‘There are some takeaways near here?’ he asked ‘Perhaps we should not have pizza this time.’ he grinned.

‘Yes, there are two fish and chip shops and a couple of Indian curry houses, but we can ring them.’

‘Oh.’ his eyes lit up ‘You can tell me what to order in a fish and chip shop. My friends and workmates are not English.’ I smiled, and the thought of going into my local chippy with him suddenly overcame my aching feet and stiff legs.

‘We can go together’ I suggested ‘Perhaps a cup of tea first, and I’ll be good to go’

Walking along the narrow high street with Fabio got me a few curious and envious glances, and together we walked into my favourite chip shop. I went there sometimes as a treat, but too many visits and I would soon be overweight as just about everything they sold in there was deep fried. The shop was long and narrow, and a high stainless steel counter stretched for about three quarters of the length of the shop, the remainder of it being a normal height counter where customers paid and picked up their orders. The air was warm and humid and smelled of the hot fat and frying chipped potatoes and other savouries. Various pieces of battered and fried fish, sausage and other savouries were on display in the glass cabinet.

We entered at the back of the shop to queue. A young couple were in front of us, waiting for someone to take their order, and an older man sat on a ledge in the front shop window, obviously waiting for his. Fabio looked at the food sitting out for display as one of the shop employees, dressed in a white coat and white hat, got a wire basket of cut potatoes and lowered it into a vat of hot fat. Sizzling sounds filled the air and a great cloud of steam went up as the basket was shaken to get everything evenly distributed. The employee, Chris, looked up at the queue of people waiting as another woman with a small child had come in behind us. Fabio made a silly face at the child, who hid behind his mother’s leg, sticking his thumb in his mouth.

‘We’re just waiting on chips.’ Chris explained as Fabio nodded to the woman behind us.

‘You go first.’ he said ‘I don’t know what to have. It’s my first time.’

‘Oh, thanks.’ the woman smiled warmly, and gave me a wink as she squeezed past us, the child trailing after her and staring up at Fabio with wide eyes. He stuck his tongue out and the little boy grinned self consciously. Fabio looked back at me.

‘He’s just like my sister’s boy.’ he said fondly ‘I miss mi familia’ He nodded his head at the glass cabinet ‘So, tell me what all this is.’

‘Okay, this all cooked in advance – if it’s out here it’s not spoken for – it hasn’t been ordered. You’ll want chips of course; I’ll get a large portion to share…and you need some protein – some fish or chicken or sausage, and maybe a salad.’ I pointedly looked at his belly ‘You’ll need to work it off afterwards.’ He laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

‘You look okay.’ he said, looking me up and down, making me wobbly legged again. ‘Do you eat here a lot?’

‘Oh no!’ I said I’d be the size of a bus if I had chips all the time. I just have it as a treat every now and again.’ He laughed.

‘Size of a bus?’

‘It’s just a saying’ I explained sheepishly. ‘I do use a lot of them, sorry if it’s confusing.’

‘No no, is good to hear things like that.’ he insisted. Again he looked at what was on offer. A huge board behind the counter formed a menu with prices clearly marked.

‘Okay, not all chip shops serve the same – here they serve not just fish, but sausage, pies, chicken, burgers and patties. It’s all fried apart from the chili con carne, which is probably the closest you’ll get to the sort of thing you eat at home – I think.’

‘What are you having?’ he asked.

‘I’ll have cod, if it’s big we can share it. I love curry sauce but it doesn’t really go with fish.’ I noticed he was frowning in concentration ‘Perhaps if you have a piece of chicken?’ I suggested. ‘You might like chicken breast, or you could try the sausage’

‘Okay, Chicken breast, and we share’ he decided

‘Right, we can have a side of salad or baked beans, or mushy peas’ He looked even more confused, and I had to suppress a laugh ‘Okay, I don’t like mushy peas or beans with chips anyway. Salad it is. Oh, we can have the curry sauce on the side and dip our chips…’ This time I couldn’t help chuckling as he looked completely lost. ‘Don’t worry, I know just what to get.’ I said reassuringly.

When I ordered the food, Steve told me it would take an extra ten minutes to get the chicken ready, so I took my visitor to the off licence a few doors down to look at the beer and wine available. I picked a couple of bottles of real ale for him to taste, and he chose a bottle of white wine, pleased that they stocked a passable bottle of Argentinian Sauvignon Blanc. I wondered if he would be walking back to his flat that night when he had eaten and drunk what we had bought.

It wasn’t long before we walked out of the chip shop with one bag that clinked and another full of food, heavy and fragrant with the scent of oil and potato and fish. We got back and set out the boxes and packets on the table. I heated up some plates, got out some knifes and forks, and Fabio started opening up the boxes. I put out the chips, and divided up the fish and chicken. He looked at it askance.

‘This is a lot of food.’ he said.

‘I know’ I sighed ‘Chris was very generous with the chips, and the fish and chicken…’ I patted my stomach, recalling the way Chris had shovelled chips into the polystyrene tray and wrapped it up in paper. ‘We don’t have to eat it all, you can take some home.’ He sat up straight and seized his fork, his expression grave.

‘Okay, let’s do this.’ He started to attack the meal, and I did too.

‘Mmm the fish is good.’ he said with relish ‘This is – batter?’

‘Just flour and water. They dip the fish in batter before frying it. It goes crispy and keeps the fish hot. You saw them doing it, remember?’

‘Mmm’ he said, swallowing, and took a gulp of the beer I’d bought ‘Deliciosa – tell me some words you would use.’

‘Okay – you can say the fish is tasty, or delicious – or yummy, or scrumptious.’

‘Scrumptious? I like this word.’ he said before trying the chips.

‘You can put all sorts of sauces on the chips’ I explained ‘Hold on, you can try some’ I went out to the kitchen and returned with some bottles ‘Now I like their curry sauce’ I opened a pot they had given me, and dipped one into the pale brown substance, and held it out to him with my fingers. He took a bite and rolledit around his mouth appraisingly.

‘Not so bad.’ he said. I showed him the tomato ketchup and the brown sauce, and offered him vinegar.

‘Lots of people like to have vinegar put on the chips straight away’ I said ‘but I think it makes them go soggy. I like them crisp.’

‘I like this.’ he pointed to the brown sauce when he had sampled them all ‘It’s spicy but not too much. It’s yummy.’ I nodded.

‘Your English is good’ I said ‘You just mix up the order a little, but I suppose I’d do the same if I tried to learn Spanish. He grinned.

‘I teach you’

‘You should say I will teach you or I’ll teach you’

‘I will teach you, Lisa.’ He waved a chip in the air ‘Say after me Fabio es muy guapo’ I narrowed my eyes at him.

‘That’s a word I see a lot on your Instagram feed in the comments’

‘Say it’ he challenged me. I sighed.

‘Okay, Fabio es muy guapo.’ He laughed, flashing his white toothed smile.

‘Is it a rude word?’

‘Nooo.’ he laughed. ‘It means you think I’m handsome.’ I rolled my eyes.

‘Fabio, you’re a model, of course you’re handsome.’ I tapped away on my phone ‘Okay then – Fabio me engañó, él es travieso’ He laughed harder, shaking his head.

‘Yes senora, I tricked you and I am’ he furrowed his brow, then tapped the word into his phone ‘Naughty - that is a strange word in English. Did I say it right?’

‘Almost perfect, but I went for ‘mischievous’, it means the same.’ I replied. ‘How about me – is my Spanish good?’ He put his hand palm down in mid air and waggled it from side to side.

‘A little not good.’ 

‘Not so good, or so-so’ I corrected him. ‘We’re close to France here, so at school we learn French – I know in the USA they learn Spanish rather than French, so I don’t know a lot. A lot of British people go to Spain on holiday, but I haven’t.’

‘My parents made sure I learned English.’ he explained ‘It has been useful for work – around the world many people speak it, but British English is different to American English.’

‘Our cultures are very different too, but American culture is taking over a little.’ I said. ‘It’s sad some things are changing or getting lost.’

‘You can show me what is different.’ he smiled ‘If you like – if you have time.’

‘Of course, though moving house is going to be difficult. I’ve taken time off my classes.’ He looked at me in query. ‘I teach Yoga.’ I explained ‘I drive to villages and take classes. It doesn’t pay a lot, but I enjoy it, and I manage. My parents helped me out, and they’ve left me the house and some money, so I can relax for a while. Renting this house will help too, and I might have enough to buy a flat too.’

‘I help you move.’ he frowned and corrected himself. ‘I will help you move – is that right?’

‘Yes, you’re learning fast.’ I said. We carried on eating until Fabio declared he couldn’t eat any more. We hadn’t managed to eat everything, but to do so would have been painful. I heard the catflap slam shut and my ginger tomcat came in to investigate the smell of fish.

‘Ah, el gato!’ Fabio exclaimed. ‘He is yours?’

‘Hello there Ginger, about time you showed up.’ I greeted him. He froze in alarm and stared at my guest, who leaned down, flicking his fingers and making little kissy sounds. After a cautious sniff, Ginger decided he wasn’t too much of a threat and approached him. When Fabio reached out and scratched his ears, he had a new best friend as Ginger melted, just like I had, and fell at his feet, rolling over and exposing his belly.

‘He’s cute.’ he smiled. ‘Ginger.’ he made more clucking noises and carefully stroked the cat’s belly. Ginger writhed on the floor, completely under Fabricio’s spell, but like the typical cat he was, he suddenly decided he’d had enough and leapt to his feet, shaking himself. Fabio took his hand back swiftly.

‘It’s okay, he doesn’t scratch or bite – or hardly ever.’ I said. ‘Come on Ginge, let’s see what’s left in your dish.’ I went through to the kitchen and gave him a fresh dish and a handful of kitty kibble. He set to eating it, noisily crunching, and I straightened up with a groan, my full belly announcing its discomfort. Fabricio stood in the doorway.

‘I will go home.’ he said.

‘You can find your way? I’m sorry, I’ve drunk too much to drive.’

‘Is okay, is not far and the walk will be good.’ he replied. There was an awkward silence and I remembered his promise not to touch me with some small regret. He shifted uncomfortably. ‘Thankyou Lisa, I’ve had a very English day.’ My heart skipped a beat as he leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. As I blushed, he stepped back ‘Like a brother.’ he said gravely. I took a shaky breath and followed him to the front door.

‘See you tomorrow.’ I said as I opened it and he stepped out onto the street. He made a mock salute.

‘Hasta mañana, Lisa.’ he grinned, and walked off to his digs.

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ARB Have you ever had strawberry rhubarb pie? Do you like it? I have not. I’m afraid I don’t even entirely know what rhubarb is; I wouldn’t call it a part of Filipino culture. I don’t know if I would like this kind of pie; I prefer my pies more savory than fruity. Do you like carbs a little too much? Yes ma’am. I can’t exist without heaps of rice in every meal. Last garb you wore? The last fancy/formal thing I wore was my business casual look for last Thursday’s interview. I felt a little overdressed arriving at the office because the other applicants just wore a shirt and jeans...but ultimately I think it was better that I looked more prepared than they did lol. Do you know anyone named Barb? There’s a teacher in my old school named Barbie but the other teachers call her Barb. ARC Would you like to see the Arc de Triumphe? Sure.

Are you a narc? That’s not a common slang where I live, but I’m gonna say no. ARD Have you ever read “The Tales of the Beetle and the Bard”? Nope, I’ve never heard of it. Do you have a credit or debit card? Debit. I don’t exactly know how credit cards work just yet, so my dad has kept me from getting one hahahaha. What’s the last card you received? For which holiday? We don’t really exchange cards over here. We tend to go ahead and give physical gifts, no matter how simple it is. I think the last one I received was a birthday card from Athenna, five years ago. That was a different time. What’s something that is hard for you? Letting go. I have serious issues with abandonment and I always feel like it’s the end of the world when someone leaves my life or something I’ve been accustomed to abruptly ends. I’ve never been good at handling all of that. Do you ever feel like a tub of lard? I am almost positive that I’ve never felt like one before. What is in your front yard? How is it landscaped? Just a few plants and a tree that my grandpa planted for my mom shortly before he passed. Last piece of meat that you’ve charred? I’ll get back to this question in a few years where I’ve hopefully learned how to cook a few things, including meat. Have you ever lived with barred windows? No. That sounds awful. Is it easy for you to let your guard down? Just with the right people. Otherwise I prefer keeping a wall up; no one else needs to know who I am behind closed doors. Have you ever cut yourself on a shard of glass? No. Again, sounds like my worst nightmare. This happened to my mom a year ago and I remember being unable to help her because I would’ve proceeded to just faint anyway lmao Favorite barnyard animal? Cows. What do you like to do in your backyard? Cooper loves our backyard, so I bring him there to play and run. He loves staying there so much more than actually walking around the neighborhood, which is a little confusing but still endearing. What do you think of people who use the word “retard”? They’re stuck in the late 2000s and early 2010s and need to be schooled on Twitter as soon as possible lol. Last person you sent warm regards to? The HR person who hooked me up with my internship. What do you tend to disregard? Fake news or people who routinely share fake news, for obvious reasons. Have you ever worn a leotard before? For what? I’ve worn a swimsuit as a leotard, but I’ve never owned a leotard that was meant to be that.

ARF Last time you barfed? I kept hurling last week when I did a lot of crying and had a few breakdowns, but nothing ever came up. The last time I puked would be over a year ago when I was at Pop-Up with friends. Last food you scarfed down? My mom’s burger from last night. Do you rock a fashion scarf? Nah, not really my article of choice. What does your winter scarf look like? I don’t own one. ARK What pair of animals would you like to bring on Noah’s ark? I would try to save as many of them as possible; but in the cruel circumstance that I only have limited choices, I would prioritize stray cats and dogs first as well as cats and dogs in animal shelters. Did you used to watch Arthur the aardvark? I did not watch the show – I’m not sure if they ever aired it here – but I liked reading Arthur books. Those were one of my favorites to read at the library. Have you ever been to a ballpark? No. Well baseball is not a popular sport here so it’s not like we’ve got lots of those, and the few that we have are a little dilapidated due to a lack of interest or support in the sport...we do have a field in my old school that’s designated for our softball games, but it’s hardly a legit softball field. Is your bark worse than your bite? If this is a saying or slang, I don’t know what it means. What’s a personal benchmark of yours? Hmm I know what a benchmark refers to, but I’m not exactly sure of the context in this question. Where is your birthmark? My most distinguishable birthmark is on the upper left region of my back, but I also have one by my butt. I used to have one on my right arm that was green-blue when I was an infant, but now it’s nothing more than a super slight discoloration that is only noticeable if you look hard enough. Do you fold book pages over, or use a bookmark? I remember the page number. I don’t like the gaps that bookmarks create, and I like keeping the pages of my book pristine. Are you afraid of the dark? Only if the context is meant to be scary, like how abandoned houses or forests are dark. I like the dark when I’m trying to fall asleep though. Do you prefer dark or light colors? I prefer neither extreme. I like muted and pastel tones. Last time you disembarked a ship? 2016. Last time you embarked on an adventure? End of February, 2020. Do you celebrate any of the hallmark holidays? Some of them, but I take them seriously a lot less than the actual holidays. I celebrate them primarily because I have people in my life who value those Hallmark holidays, so I greet them so they don’t feel forgotten, like greeting my parents on Mother’s/Father’s Day. If I had it my way I’d ignore those holidays completely, though. Do you watch the Hallmark channel? No. I don’t think we even have that channel here. Do you like the song “Hark The Herald Angels Sing”? I have nothing against it. Which landmark would you like to visit? The pyramids at Giza. Last mark you made on a paper? I made random scribbles because I was just checking if my pen had ink. Do you know anyone named Mark? I don’t think so. No Marks are coming to mind. Have you ever heard a lark sing? Nope. Do you know how to parallel park? Yeah but I’m kind of cheating a bit because I own a really tiny car that fits nearly anywhere ha. What’s your favorite activity to do at the park? We don’t have any public parks...if we did, I imagine I’d have picnics and take my dogs there for long walks. Last postmarked piece of mail you received? I don’t really receive mail of my own. Last person you left a remark for? Idk maybe my dad when I remarked how spicy the sisig he made for dinner was. Do you speak with a lot of snark? Only in private or with my closest friends. I try not to be snarky with workmates. Do you ever have the Baby Shark song stuck in your head? That does happen sometimes, yes. Until today ha. Last time you went around your house stark naked? Oof, I never walk around the entire house naked. I only do so in the bathroom and within my own room. What’s your signature trademark? Everyone knows me as loving Paramore, so maybe that. Does it bother you when there’s a watermark on an image that you want to use? Sometimes yes, sometimes I realize someone took effort for that image and probably just needs to earn a little bit for it. ARL Who did you snarl at last? I don’t snarl a lot these days. Are your fingers gnarled? No. I don’t actually know what this means but my fingers are pretty healthy so I’m guessing it’s not whatever gnarled is. ARM Have you ever broken an arm? Nopes. Do you keep people at an arm’s length? In some ways, like how I refuse to talk about the things I’m going through and I don’t like showing most people that I struggle.

Last time you went to a farm? I’m not sure if I’ve been to one. We drive through fields and farms all the time, in the provinice; but we’ve never actually stopped over and went to a farm. Do you self-harm? Yes. Surprisingly, I haven’t done so this month. But yes, I have in general. What time is your alarm set for? For a while it wasn’t set to anything but now that I have an internship I’ll probably need to set it to at least around 8 AM. Do you own any firearms? No thanks. Would you get a tattoo on your forearm? Sure. Do you have a certain charm about you? Don’t you kind of have to ask other people when it comes to possessing charm? I certainly wouldn’t endorse this myself, lol. Do you need to be disarmed? I have nothing on me, so no. ARN Were you raised in a barn? I was not. I grew up in a house in a suburban-ish neighborhood. Do you use “damn” or “darn” more often? Damn. I’ve never used darn...or if I have, it would’ve been well over a decade ago. Do you knit or crochet with yarn? I don’t crochet or knit. ARP Have you ever caught a carp while fishing? No, I’ve never gone fishing before actually.

Do you like harp seals? I’ve never heard of them until now but it’s an automatic yes for me because they are animals. Would you like to learn how to play the harp? Sure. Name something in your house that is sharp? Keys. Is anything you own covered by a tarp? No. ART Last time you fell apart? This morning. Well, it’s 2 AM now so it’s more accurate to say yesterday morning. Are you good at any sort of art forms? Not at all. I like coloring and painting, but with painting I like those that come with paint-by-number guides. I’m not very creative myself and don’t know for the life of me what colors work together and I’m terrible at creating images. Last place you used a shopping cart? Grocery store, ages ago. Have you ever created a chart in Microsoft Excel? Yes but it’s not my favorite thing in the world to do. Who is your other counterpart? I dunno if I have anyone. Angela, I guess. Do you like to play darts? I’ve never played it but it looks fun and I’m always up for a friendly game. Who’s the last person you departed from? My family, when I left the living room where we were all staying at to go back to my bedroom to resign for the evening. How often do you fart? Never. I don’t like the sensation and if I feel one coming I suppress it lol. No one has heard me do it before, and I don’t plan on making it heard hahahaha How’s your heart been feeling lately? Not well. Is there a K-Mart or a PetSmart where you live? No. Is it easy for you to outsmart a child? Idk man, they can be a little surprise at times. Where is the part in your hair? It’s on the left side. Have you ever gotten a part in a play? No, because I’ve never auditioned for one. Not interested in that kind of activity, either. Last time you had to restart your computer? It’s been a while. Would you consider yourself to be smart? In some ways, like in academics. What trend would you like to start? I don’t feel like starting one. Do you like tarts?     Not very much, but my old school has this trademark tart that I love so much. [a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

#survey #surveys

[whitecrossgirl]

Pressure

AN: Ok I am totally blown away by the amazing feedback and support that I’ve gotten for my fics, seriously, you guys are amazing. I hope you enjoy this update.

College AU

After three years of study at the University of the Crownlands; there were some things that Brienne had learnt that would stay with her forever. Such as the ability to endure a two and a half hour lecture whilst dying of a hangover, how to marathon a whole season in one day and of course, how to survive on a diet of noodles, toast and alcohol. However as March came to an end and their various deadlines for their dissertations drew closer; there was also a simultaneous lesson on how different people handled the stress, pressure and realisation that despite studying a degree for three years; they felt absolutely clueless about their dissertation topic. Fun nights out and lazy days chilling out and joking around in lectures had been replaced with study sessions, frantic journal searching and panicked tutorial sessions which seemed to do more harm than good.

Brienne seemed to be coping the best out of her friendship group; at least she presented it that way. Her stress manifested itself in the form of insomnia and she was surviving off of Red Bull and coffee. Her housemate Bronn challenged his energy into obsessively cleaning the house. Her coursemate Sam had all but moved into the library. Her other housemate Daenerys was suffering from panic attacks and meltdowns at the mere mention of a deadline. Daenerys’ cousin Jon was issuing daily (sometimes hourly) threats of dropping out and moving to Dorne to become a stripper. Brienne’s boyfriend Jaime was channelling any stress and anxieties into being childishly annoying. Whereas his twin sister Cersei, well…

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU JAIME! DON’T THINK THAT I WON’T!”

Cersei chose violence.

Brienne could hear Cersei’s demonic shrieking as she walked around the side of the Lannister’s town house/mansion. Cersei was standing by the pool holding Jaime in a headlock. Jaime was trying to free himself but Cersei’s grip tightened and his face was turning purple. He seemed to be trying to choke out words but instead sounded like he dying.

“GIVE IT BACK OR I SWEAR TO THE SEVEN I WILL PULL YOUR HE- oh, hi Brienne,” Cersei said, looking up to see Brienne set her backpack on the ground. Jaime waved a hand at her. Or he was begging for help. As an only child. Brienne knew better than to get involved with a sibling fight.

“Hey Cersei,” Brienne replied as Cersei turned her attention back to Jaime.

“I WILL PULL YOUR HEAD OFF AND SHIT DOWN YOUR NECK!” Cersei bellowed as Jaime managed to loosen his neck slightly.

“Alright you psycho, I’ll give it back.” Jaime rasped and Cersei promptly released her grip on him. Massaging his neck, Jaime crossed the garden towards where their gardener hand placed several large vases filled with flowers. Jaime reached behind one of them and produced a large, worn, slightly dirty stuffed elephant and walked back over the garden, offering it to Cersei. Cersei immediately grabbed the elephant, tucked it under arm and walked back inside without a word.

Brienne, who had in that time removed her shoes and socks and sat on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs in the water, rolled her eyes at Jaime. “You just had to steal her Nellie-phant, didn’t you?”

“She was annoying me.” Jaime justified as he sat next to her. He grinned to himself and Brienne raised a hand in warning.

“Don’t even think about it.” Brienne warned. “How’s your work coming along?”

“Terribly but better than Edmure’s. he had his tutorial before me, poor bastard walked out in tears.” Jaime replied. Admittedly, he was terrified of failing his dissertation; in their final year, their dissertation was an entire unit of study, one of four they needed to complete and pass in order to graduate. He had always struggled academically, especially compared to Cersei and Tyrion and he wanted to do well, to show he could actually get through his education.

“Poor guy,” Brienne said. “Daenerys had another meltdown, she’s putting herself under too much pressure.”

“Yeah but everyone is. It’s stressful,” Jaime reasoned and Brienne shook her head.

“No, this time she wanted to burn all of her work. She’s not been this bad since the exams we had at the end of first year. She actually set the kitchen in our flat on fire, remember?” Brienne asked, remembering the time Daenerys had left a chip pan on and open while she tried to revise. That was when they had all learnt that it was true, chip pans did easily catch fire.

“Oh yeah, didn’t she get like 97% in that exam anyway?” Jaime asked and Brienne shrugged; it was hard to keep track but that did seem accurate. Daenerys put herself under a lot of academic pressure and although she always got a high result; it couldn’t be doing her mental health any favours.

“Honestly, it will be a miracle if we all get through the next few weeks without someone dropping out, getting arrested or institutionalised. Or all three.” Brienne said and Jaime laughed.

“It’ll definitely happen. Depends on who’s first.” Jaime quipped as the patio door opened and Cersei walked over to them, Nellie-phant still tucked under her arm. “What do you want?”

“Dad’s working late so Tyrion and I are ordering from Hot Pies. Do you want anything?” Cersei asked the two of them.

“What are you getting?” Brienne asked, Hot Pies was their favourite takeaway; it was a standard pizza/burgers/kebab place but it did the best food in the whole city.

“Tyrion’s getting a kebab, I’m getting a pizza.” Cersei replied.

“Get me a chicken burger, no lettuce. And some cheesy chips.” Jaime decided as Cersei tapped her phone screen.

“Brienne, you want anything?” Cersei offered.

“Can you get me a kebab as well please, just with mayo and chili sauce on it?” Brienne asked and smiled at Cersei. “Thanks.”

“No problem, I’ll shout when it’s here.” Cersei said and returned back inside. Jaime watched her go as Brienne smiled slightly.

“I never understood how the two of you go from trying to kill one another to ordering food like nothing happened.” Brienne stated as her phone began to buzz in her pocket.

“It’s a sibling thing.” Jaime dismissed. “Who is it this time?”

“Jon.” Brienne said, swiping the screen in order to call Jon and listen to him vent and remind him that strippers didn’t make that much money. Plus Tormund probably wouldn’t appreciate him going to Dorne. The stripping, yes, travelling anywhere more south than Kings Landing, hell no. It took about twenty minutes to calm Jon down and by the time she finished the call, she was feeling more than a bit irritated towards her friends.

Just because it seemed like she had her shit together, it in no way, shape or form meant that she actually had her shit together.

Jaime simply gave her a hug before pulling her to her feet, grabbing her bag and leading her inside. He didn’t even try to annoy Cersei, who was sitting at the kitchen table, surrounded by textbooks, her laptop and was now cuddling her stuffed elephant while she looked up different journal articles on the library website. Jaime led Brienne into the lounge and sat with her on the couch, letting her lean against him as he teased her hair. He knew that everyone was dealing with more than what they usually did but Brienne was the one holding them together and none of them seemed to realise how much it took out of her. If they didn’t have Brienne reining them in, calming them down, soothing their anxieties; then they probably all would have done something reckless or stupid. From the beginning she had established herself as the Mum Friend; the one who got them home safe from a night out, comforted them in times of stress but also stopped them from going too far. Hell, if it wasn’t for Brienne and her unwavering support and encouragement, Jaime probably wouldn’t have even made it to his third year of uni.

“Is she alright?” Cersei asked, appearing in the doorway with Tyrion, both of them with food in their hands. Jaime looked down at Brienne and realised that she had dozed off. Her lack of sleep finally catching up to her.

“She’s fine,” Jaime replied. “Let her sleep.”

“We’ll put your food in the oven. Make sure she eats something.” Tyrion advised Jaime before he and Cersei left them in peace to eat their food. Jaime smiled down at Brienne and kissed her forehead. Brienne’s forehead crinkled slightly but she didn’t wake. Jaime carefully reached for his phone and opened their group chat. He debated putting a message telling everyone to deal with their own problems but instead, he closed out of the group chat and opened his browser instead. Jaime tapped something into the search bar and glanced at Brienne before looking at the results on the screen.

Engagement rings.

They were too young to be thinking about that stage of their lives; they were still only twenty one after all. They were yet to graduate, travel, build their careers, actually be full time working adults. They were too young for settling down with a marriage, a house and kids.

But maybe one day…

#game of thrones #fic #braime #jaime x brienne #brienne of tarth #Jaime Lannister #Cersei Lannister #college au

[ofstarsandvibranium]

The Produce Market

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: You go to your local farmer’s market every Saturday morning for 1) fresh pick of produce and 2) the cute guy who works there.

You woke up at 9 o’clock in the morning on Saturday. You took a shower to wake yourself and dressed in a white t-shirt, red flannel, jeans, and boots. With your phone in hand, your backpack on your back, and your keys dangling from your lanyard on your neck; you walked out of your apartment heading towards your local farmer’s market.

Dameron Markets has been in your town since you were a kid. You’ve been going there for as long as you could remember. You remember, often seeing a little boy, Poe, the son of the market owner, Kes. With his tanned skin and black curls, you found yourself playing with him often as your parents went around picking their desired produce. 

After moving away because your mom had gotten a better job opportunity, you hadn’t gone to the town since. Years later, you were back. And thus, your trips began to occur once more. 

When you first went back after so long, you were surprised that the place was just as you left it. However, Kes Dameron wasn’t at the cashiers like he used to. No, it was a young man, probably around the same age as you. His skin was tanned, his black curly hair was tied back. He had a guitar in hand and was strumming light notes, soft melodic sounds coming from his mouth.

You found him alluring and attractive. Throughout your time picking out different crops, your eyes kept glancing back to the handsome man strumming his guitar. 

An hour and a half later, you walked up to the cashier. The young man had noticed immediately noticed you, his set his guitar to the side and smiled, “Good morning.” Wow. His smile was stunning.

“Morning,” you gave him a smile back, resulting in a bigger smile to form. 

“You look familiar,” he said as he counted up your groceries.

“I used to live here when I was younger. Would come here every Saturday with my parents. I remember seeing Kes Dameron here every day, I used to play with his son a lot to.”

A light bulb suddenly went off in his head, “Y/N? It’s me, Poe!”

After that, you definitely made the effort of coming here every morning. Poe greeted you every time with a smile and wink. You hated how charming he was. 

It was inevitable that you fell for him. He was so charming, sweet, funny, and understanding. How could you not fall for him?

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When Poe saw you walk into the market, he straightened his posture, “Morning, Y/N!” 

You gave him that smile he fell so deeply for, “Good morning, Poe!”

“Need any help this morning?”

You shook your head, “No, just here for a little bit of stuff. I got it handled.”

“Well, you know where to find me if you need me.” he waved and watched as you made your way further into the market. His shoulder sagged and he sighed, “Get it together, Poe.”

“Why aren’t you over there?” Poe heard a voice and looked over his shoulder to see his dad staring at him expectantly.

“She said she didn’t need help.”

“Okay, don’t help her. But talk to her.”

“Dad-”

“Poe, you’ve been pining over Y/N for months now. Get to it! I’m not getting any younger and I’d like to have some grandchildren before I die.”

“Okay! I’ll-I’ll talk to her. You okay here?”

Kes snorted, “What do I look like, an amateur?” Poe chuckled and raced over to where you were looking at the tomatoes. 

You jumped at his sudden appearance, “Holy crap, Poe! You scared me!”

“Sorry! Sorry! Didn’t mean to!”

“It’s fine. What’s up?”

Poe thought quick on his feet, “Well, it’s not very busy right now. Was wondering if you’d want some company while you shopped?”

“What if someone-”

“My dad’s at the counter. It’s fine!” 

You nodded, “Okay. As long as you won’t get in trouble. I know your dad can be a bit firey.”

“Ooohh yeah.”

Poe followed you around the market to every crate of crops. He helped you pick out the best ones, letting you in on tips and secrets about how to choose your produce correctly. You were grateful for it and would definitely keep them in mind for the future.

As you filled your basket with a few items, you were ready to check out. Time seemed to pass so quickly with Poe by your side chatting with you and making you laugh. 

Kes rung you up as you continued to speak with Poe, “I haven’t really explored the town much since I moved back. Been so busy with moving in and working. Is Solo’s diner still here?”

Poe nodded, “Yeah. Han and Leia still own it, but their son, Ben, runs it most of the time. Still great. Still have amazing pecan pie and ice cream.”

You moaned, “Man that sounds good right now.”

Kes cleared his throat, causing Poe to look at him. The older Dameron looked at him expectantly then Poe looked back at you, “Do you wanna go after this? With me, I mean?”

You were caught off guard a bit, “Oh! Um, Mr. Dameron, is it-”

“Yes! You kids go on. I got this place under control.”

You chuckled, “Well alright then!” you went to grab your bags, but poe grabbed them first. You smiled at him, “Thanks!” you led the way to your car, Poe following you. After setting your items in the trunk, you both hopped into your car and made your way downtown to Solo’s Diner.

As soon as you entered, Poe’s name was called out. A tall man with black hair rushed up to him and hugged him, “Hey! What’s up?”

“Hey, Ben. Just here to re-introduce a friend to this place. Ben, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Ben.”

“Y/N L/N?” Ben asked looking down at you.

You nodded, “Yeah?”

“We were in the same second and third grade class together!”

You thought for a moment, trying to remember a-”Wait! Ben Solo! The kids who liked to steal my forty-eight count crayons!”

Ben groaned, “Well damn. That’s not how I wanted to be remembered. I’m sorry for that. Anyway, go ahead and sit down! I’ll have Kaydel be right with you!”

You and Poe grabbed a booth and seconds later, menus were put into your hands by who you assumed was Kaydel.

Poe grabbed your menu and set it aside, “We’ll have two orders of the Grand Slam, two Oreo milkshakes, and two pecan pies with ice cream for dessert.”

Kaydel scribbled all of it down onto her notebook then grabbed the menus back, “Great!” she then left without another word.

“How’d you know I wanted a Grand Slam burger?”

Poe scoffed, “How could you not? It’s the best selling thing at this place besides the pie.”

“And the milkshake?”

“It’s good with the burger.”

“Do you dip your fries in the milkshake?”

“Of course, I do. I’m not some uncultured swine.” he said nonchalantly, causing you to burst out laughing. A big smile made its way to Poe’s face. He absolutely adored your laugh.

After your laughter died down, you sighed which caused Poe to ask, “What?”

You shrugged, “I’m kinda hoping this is a date...”

Poe leaned closer to the table, “Really?”

Avoiding his gaze, you nodded, “Yeah. I..I really like you, Poe.”

He reached across to set his hand on yours, “I really like you too and I don’t mind if this is a date. Maybe, a first date out of many?”

You giggled, “Let’s see how this date goes first before we get ahead of ourselves.”

Poe intertwined his fingers with yours, “I think it’s going well so far.”

You shyly smiled, “I think so too.”

“Sorry if this seems too forward, but I’m really glad you came back to the farmer’s market, Y/N.”

You chuckled, “I am too, Poe.”

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #star wars #modern au #au

[samsexualdeancurious]

Blind Love | Chapter 13

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Words: 1,225

Story Summary: When Dean is blinded on a hunt, Cas loves him through it.

Chapter Summary: Sam, Dean, and Cas attempt something more intense than a park.

Betaed by @manawhaat

Masterlist

Now that he’s got the park under his belt, the idea of going to a small restaurant like a diner isn’t as terrifying. At least, right up until he’s sitting in the parking lot.

“Man, you’ve got this,” Sam says. “Come on, let’s go get you a burger with enough onions to make Cas regret sharing a room with you and sit down for a while, and if you want to get it to go, we can.”

Dean nods, feeling Cas’ hand land on his shoulder. The other man is standing outside the car, reaching through the open door to support Dean.

“I want a burger,” Dean says firmly, tilting his face up toward his lover. “With bacon.”

“Well,” Cas says, “let’s go get you one.”

He knows Cas is smiling. He wishes he could see it.

The diner isn’t too crowded, which is nice. Sam picks a booth a little ways off from the rest of the customers, giving them some privacy.

“Bacon cheeseburger, extra onions?” Cas asks when he and Dean are settled next to each other in the booth, Cas on the outer edge. Sam sits across from them.

“Sounds good,” Dean says, folding his hands on the table top.

“What would you like to drink?”

“A coke. And don’t forget the fries.”

Cas chuckles. “I won’t forget,” he assures his boyfriend.

The waitress comes over, menus in hand. She sets one in front of each man, introducing herself as Deborah as she goes. She’s a lovely young lady, probably around Claire’s age, with a bright smile and a sweet voice.

“Shall I get you some drinks while you take a look at the menu?” she asks, straightening up and pulling out her little notepad.

Dean picks up the menu, flipping through it with a tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Okay, sure! I suppose I’ll just stare at this menu I can’t see for a few minutes.”

Cas elbows Dean’s side at the same time Sam kicks him under the table. The older Winchester jumps and rubs at his injuries, but he’s laughing. He turns his face toward Deborah and holds out the menu.

“I’m blind,” he tells her, smiling wide to let her know he’s far from upset at her assumption.

“Oh!” she ducks her head, taking back the menu. “I’m so sorry, sir.”

He waves her off. “Aw, it’s not biggie. I’ll have a coke to start, if that’s alright.”

“Of course! Anything for you two?” she glances between Sam and Cas, as if waiting for one of them to reveal that they are also blind.

“Water for me,” Sam says.

“I’ll have water as well,” Cas tells her. “Thank you.”

She nods and scurries away. Cas sighs and nudges Dean again with his elbow.

“Be nice,” he scolds.

“What?” Dean says innocently, eyes wide. “I’m the nicest person here.”

Sam rolls his eyes, exchanging a “he’s lucky we like him” look with Cas.

Deborah returns a minute later, armed with their drinks. “Alright, I have two waters and a coke. Do you know what you would like to eat or do you need a few more minutes to decide?”

“Dean and I are ready,” Cas tells her. “Sam, are you ready?”

“Yeah,” the younger Winchester says. “I would like the grilled chicken cobb salad.”

“Alright,” Deborah says, writing down his order. “With the blue cheese dressing?”

“Yes, please.”

She nods, making the note, and then turns to Cas.

“I would like the bacon cheeseburger and fries,” Cas says. “Dean?”

“Same as him, but with extra onions on that burger, sweetheart,” he says cheerfully, shooting her a wink that makes the poor girl swoon a little. Cas rolls his eyes internally, nudging Dean’s knee with his own under the table. “What kind of pies do you serve here?”

“We- we have cherry and pecan,” she says. “And a special pumpkin pie for the season.”

“Oooh, tough choices.” Dean pouts his lips thoughtfully and Cas wants to kiss him. “Let’s just start with the meals. I’ll decide on the pie later.”

Deborah nods. “O-okay. So, just the salad and burgers for you guys?”

“That will be all, yes,” Cas replies. “Thank you.” He gives her his best smile.

She makes a strange squeaking noise and scurries away. Sam chuckles.

“Quite the ladykiller there, Cas,” he teases.

Cas shoots Sam a puzzled look. “I’m not sure what I did, but she seemed quite alive.”

Dean laughs at that, a rich sound that warms both Cas and Sam inside and out. Dean leans against Cas’ shoulder with a smirk. “Ah, so innocent still.”

Cas pouts. “I don’t know what you two are talking about.”

Sam grins, shaking his head. “She thinks you and Dean are good looking.”

“I still do not understand how that makes me a ‘ladykiller’.”

Dean snickers and leans in to press a kiss to Cas’ cheek. “I’ll explain it later, okay?”

Once she’s dropped off their meals, Deborah leaves them alone for the most part. Cas doesn’t mind- not when Dean’s linked their feet together under the table and made it difficult to focus on the absolutely delicious burger in front of him. It’s not as good as one of Dean’s homemade burgers, that’s for sure, but it’s very good and Cas does his best to savor it. Sam is scrolling through something on his phone, using it as a distraction from Dean as the older Winchester openly displays how much he’s enjoying his meal.

“Whatcha doin’ over there, Sammy?” Dean asks around a mouthful of fries.

“Just readin’ an email from Jody,” Sam replies. “She’s tracking what seems like a skinwalker pack and could use an extra hand.”

“Sounds like fun.” Dean drags a couple fries through his ketchup. “You better get a move on. We can get this to go and head home, so you can get going asap.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, definitely. Cas, wave down Deborah next time she comes by, will ya?”

“Of course, Dean.”

Once they’ve boxed up all their food, paid the bill, and left a decent tip, the three head home. Dean’s proud of himself for not freaking out- or at least not showing how freaked out he was- but he can’t help his sigh of relief when he sinks into the passenger seat of the impala.

“Are you okay?” Cas asks, reaching over the seat to take Dean’s hand.

“Yeah, just… that was stressful.”

“It was? I’m sorry, Dean, we could have left earlier.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Sam questions, steering the impala out onto the street.

“I didn’t want to give up on it,” Dean admits. “I want to be able to sit in diners and stuff with you guys. If I wuss out every time, I’ll never get any better.

Cas gives Dean’s hand a squeeze. “I’m proud of you. That must have been very difficult. But you do realize you don’t have to wait until after to tell us these things.”

“Yeah, well. That’s easier said than done.”

“You’re making a lot of progress,” Sam says. “It’s really impressive.”

Dean can’t help a smile. “Thanks, Sammy.”

“It’s Sam.”

“Whatever you say, Sammy.”

He hears Sam’s exasperated huff and grins, turning his face into the sunlight coming through the passenger window. Things are finally started to feel kind of normal again and it’s the best.

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[europeantravel1]

7 Day Tour of World War 2 History in Europe

7 Day Tour of World War 2 History in Europe

I'm going to give you a 7-day itinerary for a short vacation to travel to multiple World War 2 areas, which include Normandy, Berlin, Munich, and Brussels. I will tell you about a few of our hotels and give you some restaurants that you can eat at after a day of touring.

Munich Tour

This is a very thorough guide for places to see for the World War 2 tour across Europe. Honestly, one week is not enough time but we will give it a shot for those of you on a time crunch. To start the trip we'll start in Munich. Munich is where Hitler's reign of terror started and if you have more time you could easily spend multiple days here to explore the city and Bavaria. For a short trip, there are many hotels near the Hauptbahnhof (Main Train Station) that are good for one night. I love the 25 Hours Hotel across the street from the Hauptbahnhof. It is clean, quiet and very comfortable. They have many perks that other hotels don't have although you won't be here long enough to use them. Another option is The Hotel Am Markt near the Viktulienmarkt. While not as nice, its location basically 100 or so yards from the Marienplatz can't be beaten. It's a lot more walking-friendly for you when you travel to Munich. For the Munich tour we suggest starting out at the Marienplatz and going to see the new Town Hall there's usually a demonstration there or some group singing there are lots of touristy things you can do there. Across from the Marienplatz head to the building directly opposite the clock, and on the top floor, you’ll find the Glockenspiel Cafe. To get to the door you need to go around to the back. With a direct view of the clock, make sure to time your visit for 11 am, 12 pm, or 5 pm when the dancing cuckoo clock figures make an appearance. To avoid the crowds, try going for a mid-morning coffee or put their extensive breakfast menu to the test after you have dropped off your luggage at your hotel.

For the World War 2 part nearby go to the HofbrauHaus to have a famous beer there. It's not my favorite personally because it's a touristy place to go but you kind of have to check it off your box for having seen the inside of it. For better food head across the street from it to go to Ayinger am Platzl or near the Frauenkirch to Andechser Am Dom that has amazing beer made by monks outside of Munich.

Dachau

The next day, go to Dachau, just outside of Munich but o their S-Bahn public transportation line. You have to take the s2 train to get there it's probably about a thirty-minute train ride and then you get on a little bus once you get to the Dachau S-Bahn stop. The busses there are a little small so be prepared for lines of fellow tourists to take you about a 10-minute drive to Dachau. When you get off the bus you will see the little entrance and it has like two stalls of very clean bathrooms and then they have a tiny cafe if you have to eat something (you won't have an appetite later}. In Dachau, I would plan to spend about two and a half hours at least because it is the most well-preserved concentration camp. You get to guide yourself and it is pretty large and then there's also a little museum that will take you quite a while to go through it. It is a very somber and dark history tour that will talk about the Third Reich and World War 2. In the afternoon hop on a ICE train and head to Berlin. It's about a four-hour train ride and it is beautiful scenery. This will be the most most beautiful scenery out of all the train rides you take on the trip. You'll pass by the Volkswagen factory which is huge. If you are on a more leisurely tour you could tour it or the BMW factory in Munich but for a 7-day jaunt there just isn't time.

Berlin

In Berlin, I recommend staying at the Mercure Mitte or the discount Ibis Styles if you are on a tight budget. The location of these hotels is easy walking and S-Bahn distance to anywhere you may want to go in Berlin. That night just hang out and relax in a typical Berlin Restaurant that serves Berliner Weiss (Low alcohol sour beer served with either Raspberry or Woodruff syrup) or go to BRLO Brewery which is a GastroPub near the hotel. The next day you have plenty of time to explore. Check Point Charlie is a really short walk from the hotel as is the Brandenburg Gate and the Berlin Wall. In some areas, bullet holes are still in some of the buildings. They're great monuments around Berlin but it's a more modern city than Munich but just as beautiful and just as perfect. If you go on a local tour of which there are many you can go visit a bunker (not the bunker-but just an old bunker).

Brussels

The next morning at 6 a.m.(gasp) take a seven-hour train ride to Brussels, or another option is to take an overnight train-you may not get much sleep but you won't waste a day traveling. The train systems do have free Wi-Fi on most of them so you do have things you can do. I have Brussels in here not because of any World War 2 sites but because it makes for a great break on the way to Normandy. There are 3 train stations in Brussels. Normally I get off at the Central Station- which is actually the smaller of the 3 stations but it is only a few blocks from the train station to many hotels and the Grand Place. The Grand Place is iconic Brussels. It's beautiful and there is one hotel nearby that is pretty interesting to stay in called the Hotel Mozart. One big caveat-request a room at the rear of the hotel and not on the street as the nightlife on the street can go until the early morning hours. A nice little restaurant is called INT Spinnekopke. In the afternoon if you want to check out a place that has a World Record for the number of beers offered head to Delirium Cafe. It is across the alley from the Jeanneke Pis- which is the Mannekin Pis's illegitimate twin sister. If you have time to extend your trip a day trip to Bastogne is a must for World War 2 buffs.

Normandy

The next day take the train to Paris and then switch trains and either rent a car or take the bus to Normandy. For my 2 cents the car while not as affordable is a better option to be able to visit multiple sites in Normandy on your own at your leisure as opposed to a tour. The Normandy beaches remind me of Cape Cod or Kennebunkport in Maine. It is just beautiful and you can ride bikes all along the area. The one place I really enjoyed staying at was the Domaine De Bayeux in the small town of Bayeux.  The Domaine de Bayeux is in the center of Bayeux, less than three hours away from Paris and just a few minutes’ walk from the bus station. Built in the 18th century, this beautiful classical house is full of history and surrounded by a centenarian French-style park.

There are many small quaint places to eat but I really like La Boucherie in Bayeux. This may sound horrific to some being in France but the burgers there are excellent. I would go up two levels of doneness when you order beef in Europe

  Another place if meat is not your thing there is a pizza place called pizzeria Fred'Au also in Bayeux. Bayeux is a very walkable village. It makes me so proud of all the people from different countries who fought for freedom - freeing the people over there and for our freedom I just I feel like this generation and younger do not have a clue about what was done and the sacrifices made. On the beach in Normandy, there is the D-Day restaurant it's a yellow building with awesome food when you visit Normandy. You'll probably go to Utah Beach and Omaha Beach but don't stop there go to the Memorial Cemetery and make sure you're there near 4 o'clock when they play taps and they lower the flags. If you take a tour instead of doing it on your own ask if this is included. It is such a beautiful Cemetery this is where the beginning of Saving Private Ryan took place and it's on a cliff almost overlooking the ocean. It has gorgeous views and is a very emotional place to visit. There are museums on almost every corner in Normandy as well as sites with German bunkers that you can walk into. When you visit normally do not miss the Pont du Hoc Ranger Museum or monument. This is a vast monument of the battlefield with all these great bunkers that are very well preserved that you can walk inside. It almost looks like the surface of the Moon from where the bombs and the craters of the bombs were and there's one bunker on the cliff that looks like a scene from Star Wars. With all the sites you do need a whole day and the next day to really see all of Normandy. Watching the Longest Day or reading the book will really help you to figure out some of the places you want to see.

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[fire-bear]

“I don’t remember our hello kiss being a hello makeout. Are you threatened by my friend?” Omegaverse UsUk or “Hey, pal. His/her/their eyes are up there.”

Okay, so, when I was reblogging that post, I caught sight of your first prompt and couldn’t figure it out. “I hope someone doesn’t pick that,” I thought.

You’re the only one to send a prompt and… *sigh*

But I wanted to do both so I came up with an idea!

And then I realised what it meant! ^^” But I wanted to do both so this is the first prompt just now. It’s not so much USUK as it’s post-break up USUK, Ameripan and PrUK. I hope that’s okay.

I’ve also decided I want to do a second part which shows what happens after this short bit. So, basically, you’re gonna get this one, a second part to it and an actual USUK story for the first prompt AND one for the other one, too. :) All of them will be omegaverse, too.

Rated T for swearing.

HelloKiss

Arthur had been hoping not to bump into his ex.Unfortunately, he was also best friends with his ex’s new boyfriend.It hurt to see them together but he’d developed a knack forsuppressing his emotions so that no alpha or omega could smell hisdistress. Sure, it put stress on his body but he preferred to dealwith a day of throwing up than letting his stupid omega biology leavehim weeping in front of people.

Thankfully, his other best friend was an alpha calledFrederico and Arthur had already invited him along, anyway. So, whenKiku tremulously asked if it was okay if Alfred turned up to theirmonthly café catch up, Arthur had said yes. He’d then proceeded tocomplain to Frederico about it over the phone. As he ended the call,he had berated himself for being so mean and for ranting at the poorman – Frederico had assured him that it wasn’t a problem andpromised to be there early in order to be Arthur’s moral support.

When Arthur got there, both Frederico and Kiku hadarrived before him. There was no sign of Arthur’s ex and he relaxedconsiderably. Still, he slipped into the booth beside Fredericorather than Kiku and began to remove his scarf. “Is he notcoming?” he asked, not bothering to elaborate.

“He’ll be here later,” Kiku informed him.Arthur caught Kiku’s scent which was a little sour, no doubt due tothe worry he felt over his best friend and boyfriend coming to blows.

“Ah.”

They fell silent until they ordered. Kiku got himselfsome green tea (even though he had admitted at one point that itwasn’t as good as the tea he bought himself) and a selection of threesandwiches. Frederico opted for a cappuccino and a bowl of soup.Arthur got himself some English Breakfast tea and one of the smallsteak pies the café was known for. Once the waitress had wanderedoff, Arthur turned to his friends.

“Well?” he said. “How is everyone?”

“I’ve been rather busy in the garage,”Frederico told him. “It’s been busier than normal. Apparently,my scent’s been covered up by the oil and grease.”

“Don’t you shower?” Arthur teased, smirkingat him.

“Of course I do,” replied Frederico, rollinghis eyes. “It’ll fade, I’ve been told.”

“Perhaps that is why everyone is unsure whetheryou’re mated or not,” Kiku pointed out. “I have had severalpeople ask if you are available.”

“Then why do they never ask me out?!”Frederico exclaimed.

“They’re probably omegas, right?” saidArthur, rolling his eyes. When Kiku nodded, Arthur shook his head.“They won’t ask you out unless you do. Anyway, is that allyou’ve been doing? Working?”

“No,” Frederico conceded. “Antonio hasbeen pestering me.”

“Why?”

“He’s been wanting me to help him figure out howto court you.”

“What?” said Arthur in some surprise. “Why?The last few times we met, I snapped at him.”

“He seems to be attracted to grumpy people. Therewas an Italian omega but… Lo… Lo-something had to go back toItaly to help take care of his grandfather and broke up with him. Lodidn’t want to do the long-distance thing, what with the horrorstories of bonded couples being so far apart.”

“Poor Antonio,” Kiku interjected.

“Urgh,” saidArthur, rubbing at his temples. “I do notwant to date that guy. Your cousin’s just too annoyingly happy.”He reminds me too much of…

“Hm. I’ve told him that. He hasn’t listened.”Frederico paused and frowned around the room. His two friendsfollowed his gaze but found only a few odd groups chattering andeating, a waitress returning to the counter as she scribbled on herpad. Cheerful cream and pale pink walls stared back at them withscenery sketches hung upon them. The counter of cakes was ratherenticing and Arthur had to resist looking at them lest he buy onelater.

“What is it?” asked Kiku when they all lookedback at each other.

“He was threatening to follow me,” explained Frederico.

“Oh, that’s all Ineed,” Arthur murmured before he grimaced at Kikuapologetically. “It doesn’t look like he’s here, though…”

“Thank goodness,” agreed Frederico.

“Well, let’s not think about it too much. How areyou, Kiku?”

“I am quite well,” Kiku replied with a smallsmile. “My company is developing a new app for recipe finding.It’s supposed to help people who have very little money figure out ahealthy meal from what they have.”

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea!” Arthursaid.

“I suppose it’ll help those with too much foodfigure out something good to eat, too, right?” suggestedFrederico.

“It should help a lot of people, hopefully,”said Kiku.

“Well, good luck!”

Frederico glanced at Arthur but Arthur ignored him ashe asked Kiku another question. “And how is your love life?”

Kiku also looked to Arthur who only raised an eyebrow,trying to ignore the pangs in his chest and the faint nauseabeginning to build within him. It looked as though he wouldn’t bekeeping down his steak pie. “Well,” said Kiku, slowly.“It’s been going quite well. Though… Alfred is talkingabout…”

“About?” Arthur prompted, frowning at hisfriend.

“Moving in together.”

Therewas a pause. Arthur almost jolted when he felt something touch hishand but he glanced down to find Frederico holding it. Biting hislip, Arthur nodded and Frederico’s tentative touch becamemarginally tighter. He stared hard at the table, not meeting eitherof his friends’ gazes. This hurt a lot more than hearing how welltheir relationship was going. When they had been dating, Alfred hadrefused to even think about moving in together. They had been‘waiting for the right moment’ and in their year of being acouple, the alpha and omega had never found it. Kiku had only beendating him for a few months.

Whatwas so special about Kiku?

“Well,”said Arthur, trying to suppress the shaking in his voice. “I’mhappy for you. Are you going to get a new-?”

“Idon’t want to move in with him,” Kiku interrupted.

Arthurlooked up at him in surprise, catching the vaguely guilty expressionon Kiku’s face. “What? Why not?”

“It’sfar too soon,” Kiku explained. “It just feels rushed.”

“Ah.”

“Ifit feels rushed,” Frederico said, “you should tell him. It willonly get harder the longer you wait. Right, Arthur?”

Knowingthat was a dig at how he had waited far too long to tell Alfred hisown feelings, Arthur glared at him. “Right,” he replied.

“ButI don’t want to hurt his feelings,” Kiku explained. “It’s like hewants to get everything over and done with so he can get mepregnant.”

Asudden vision of Kiku with a big belly and a warm smile came toArthur and he couldn’t help smiling himself. “You would be a greatfather,” he told Kiku.

“ButI-”

“Kiku!”came a cry and, suddenly, Alfred came bounding into view. Kiku slidover with an awkward smile and opened his mouth to return thegreeting. Before he could, Alfred turned towards him, grabbed theback of Kiku’s head and pulled him in close. Arthur watched as Kiku’seyes widened, as Alfred pressed his lips insistently against Kiku’s,as their tongues flicked out to twine around each other. Kiku made amuffled sound of protest before utterly relaxing into Alfred’shold, probably overwhelmed by his strong, alpha scent. Arthur couldsmell it from where he sat, the memories of their time togetherreturning rather forcefully.

Hewasn’t sure if Frederico could smell his distress as he tried toquell it or if his face had given Arthur away: either way, the otheralpha squeezed his hand in comfort. Needing the hold to anchor him,Arthur twisted his hand to lace his fingers with Frederico’s,holding on as tight as he could. They waited patiently for Alfred tofinish, Arthur forcing his emotions aside, focusing on the joy hefelt at seeing his friends again.

Finally,Kiku found it within himself to place a hand on Alfred’s chest andgently push him back. When he could actually see Kiku, Alfredgrinned. “Hey, babe!” he said, happily. “I missed you.”

Confused,Arthur turned his head to watch the waitress returning to theirtable, hoping to conceal his frown. He felt Frederico run his thumbover his and Arthur looked back to smile at him. It was when he sawAlfred peeking at them from the corner of his eye that Arthurrealised what was going on. He tried not to frown more.

Alfredordered some sort of burger and a Coke while the rest of them waitedpatiently for the waitress to leave. Once she was gone, Alfred turnedto Arthur and Frederico. “Hey, guys!” he said, overly cheerful.“What have you been up to?”

“Working,”said Frederico, shortly.

“Howis work for you, Arthur?” Kiku interjected before the two alphascould start arguing. Again.

Decidingto ignore them and their bristling scents, Arthur addressed Kiku’squestion. “Well, we’ve been pretty busy. Our books are sellingwell - much better than our competitors.” Arthur couldn’t resistglancing at Alfred whose eyes narrowed. “A lot of the authors Ideal with are practically churning out novel after novel.”

“Didyou get the promotion you were gunning for?” Frederico asked,successfully distracted.

Arthursnorted. “Of course not. It went to Francis-that pain in the neck alpha I’ve told you about before. And he hadthe nerve to ask me to go celebrate with him!”

“Onyour own or…?”

“Idon’t know,” Arthur replied, shuddering.

Therewas a sudden buzzing sound and Frederico jumped, his hand slippingfrom Arthur’s. He mourned the loss of the comforting touch. Fredericofrowned as he pulled his phone out and glanced at the screen: thefrown deepened. “I’m going to have to take this,” he said,looking at Arthur apologetically.

“Oh,okay,” said Arthur sliding from the booth so Frederico could getup.

Thealpha answered it as he pushed himself along the seat. “Just aminute, Mama.” Frederico stood up and leaned close to Arthur. “Willyou be okay without me?” he muttered.

“Yeah,”Arthur answered in a breath.

“Hm.”Frederico turned to the other two. “Hopefully, I won’t be long.”

Almostas soon as he’d left and Arthur had sat back down, their foodarrived, Alfred’s still in the process of being cooked. Arthurthanked the waitress before turning to Kiku. “Should we starteating?”

“Yeah,”Alfred said before Kiku could open his mouth. “Keeks is hungry.”He made a show of burying his face in Kiku’s hair.

PoorKiku blushed. “I, um, amhungry,”he admitted.

“Hm,”said Arthur, lifting his knife and fork. He had honestly lost hisappetite and wanted nothing more than to go home. As usual, he pushedthose emotions aside in favour of smiling down at his food andcutting a piece off his pie. Neither Alfred or Kiku said anything sohe hoped they hadn’t noticed.

Kikulifted a sandwich. “Would you like a bite?” he asked hisboyfriend.

“Yeah!”Alfred exclaimed. “I’m starving.”

Carefully,Kiku lifted a sandwich filled with chicken mayonnaise. It did lookrather tasty but Arthur tried his hardest to ignore the blatantromantic interaction. He remembered doing the same sort of thing withAlfred, his insatiable appetite demanding he be fed. So he stuffed apiece of steak pie in his mouth and chewed slowly, pushing foodaround on his plate.

Asudden exclamation from Kiku had Arthur looking up, still chewing.The software developer had dropped a piece of chicken onto his blackpolo neck, the white obvious against it. He plucked it from his topand reached for a napkin.

“Don’tdo that!” Arthur cried out. “You’ll make it worse. You shouldprobably wash that out with soap and water.”

Grimacing,Kiku nodded. “Good idea.”

Thecouple slid out of the booth. “Do you want me to help?” Alfredasked Kiku.

Blushing,Kiku shook his head. “I’ll be able to do it myself, Al. Ishouldn’t be too long,” he added, almost as if he was speaking toArthur. The omega tried not to grimace and watched his friend walkoff. Movement attracted his attention and he looked back across thetable to find Alfred sitting once more and frowning at him.

“What?”Arthur snapped.

“You’remaking Kiku uncomfortable,” Alfred said.

“No,”said Arthur, tightly, “youare.Kiku’s uncomfortable because I’muncomfortableand the reason for that is you.”He jabbed his knife in Alfred’s direction.

Thefamiliar scent of burning paper began to pour from Alfred, a clearsign he was angry. “You told Kiku you were fine with us beingtogether,” he growled.

“AndI am. Doesn’t mean I want to see you. And-And what was that?!”

“What?”

“Idon’t remember ourhello kiss being a hello makeout.”He smirked at him as he lowered his cutlery to the plate. “Were youjealousof my friend?”

“Thatalpha… You let him touch you in public,” Alfred pointed out, hisscent growing stronger.

Frowningnow, Arthur leaned across the table. “The only reason,” Arthurhissed, “that I didn’t let youtouchme in public is because you don’t know when to stop!If Kiku hadn’t pushed you back just then, you’d have fucked himinto-”

Someonecleared their throat and Arthur looked up to see the waitress again.She was bright red and had a plate in her hand. “The… Theburger,” she murmured. Alfred raised a hand and she set in front ofhim. Then she quickly retreated.

“Youdon’t needta be so bitchy!”Alfred snapped as he grabbed the ketchup.

“Youdumpedme!”Arthur exclaimed in disbelief. “Over the phone!”

“Becauseyou were on your heat!” Alfred protested. “I didn’t wanna endup fucking you instead!”

“Youcouldn’t have waited?”Arthur demanded. “Anyone with brainswould have figured thatou-”

“This isexactly why I broke up with you!”

Arthur froze. Theyhad never discussed why Alfred had stopped courting him. His olderbrothers had decided that Alfred had chickened out; since they wereboth low down in the same publishing house, Alfred had to dealcompete with Arthur in order to get higher in the company, they hadsaid, and he wasn’t capable of that. Friends told him Alfred had beenan idiot, that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him. Hismother had coddled him and helped him find a transfer to anothercompany, not as big as the one he had been in before. Arthur hadthrown himself into his career, slowly beginning to climb up theladder – or trying to, anyway.

But now…

“What… Whatdo you mean by that?” he asked, barely breathing.

Alfred’sburning smell intensified, choking Arthur, making him want to coughas he struggled to keep his distress under wraps. “That!”Alfred snapped. “Where you make out like you’re betterthan everyone else. That you knowbetter. Iwas supposed to be the one to know what you needed and when youneeded it!” Alfred told him, voice raised. He slammed his handon the table, making Arthur jump. Shrinking back, Arthur stared athim with wide eyes. “I’mthe alpha!”

Staring at Alfredin horror, Arthur said, “What…?” Anger coursed throughhim and he let that overwhelm his distress. “Are you like thiswith Kiku, too?” he demanded.

Eyes widening,Alfred quickly shook his head. “No. No, that’s not want I meant!I only meant that you didn’t let me take care of you! It was like youwere pushing me away and…” Alfred shrugged.

“You wanted tocoddle me?” Arthur’s brow furrowed. “Wanted to keep me athome to play the little housewife?”

“You’renot listening! You neverlisten.” Alfred snorted, falling back against his seat, armsfolded. “Maybe that’s the problem. You don’t listen, you keeppeople at arm’s length, you think you’re in the right all the timeand you think you’re the best thing since McDonald’s!” He lookedat Arthur with a burning look, one that seemed to pierce Arthur’sheart. “That’s why you’re gonna be alone for the rest of yourlife.”

Arthur couldn’thelp it: he gasped. His omega instincts were ringing alarms withinhim. An alpha had just told him he was undesirable. For a moment, hecould only stare at Alfred in utter horror. Somewhere within him, heregistered that the burning smell was receding as Alfred’s angerrapidly faded. Before Alfred could say anything else, before Arthurlost control of his scent, Arthur stood, grabbed his things and fled.

As he went, heheard Alfred call after him. Somehow, he sounded pained. But Arthurignored him – and he ignored Kiku who emerged from the bathroom atthat moment to call after him in surprise. He burst out of the doorand headed down the street to where he’d parked the car. Fredericostood not too far from the front door and looked up in amazement asArthur rushed by. Arthur didn’t respond as Frederico called afterhim.

Finally, he wasable to clamber into his car and start the engine. He threweverything he’d grabbed (his coat, scarf, wallet, phone) onto thepassenger seat. Then he drove off, peeling away from the café atsome speed just as his friends reached him. Arthur could see them inthe rear view mirror, calling out to him. It took him a couple ofturns before he heard his phone ringing. He ignored it, desperate toget back to his lonely flat and allow himself to cry, to despair, tolet his scent do what it wanted to.

Suppressing hisemotions, however, had begun to churn his stomach. As he drove alonga street lined with trees and grassy verges, Arthur felt himself gag.He slapped a hand over his mouth and frantically tried to stop hiscar. Instead of bringing it to a controlled halt, he ended upswerving into the verge. Arthur didn’t bother worrying about the caras he struggled with the door. Once he’d leapt out, he hurried aroundthe car and bent over double, throwing up. He caught a whiff ofhimself and knew that, should anyone come upon him, they would smella distressed omega. That made him panic all the more as he realisedthat he might end up being preyed upon.

It took some timefor the retching to stop. Once he had, he felt too exhausted to trysuppressing his emotions and scent. He let himself slump against thebonnet of his car and tried to catch his breath. That provedimpossible when someone cleared their throat nearby. Bolting upright,Arthur stared wide-eyed at a man who stood several feet away.

“Hey,” hesaid, giving Arthur a weak smile. “Are you okay?”

Staring at him,Arthur took him in. Whoever this was had pale blond hair, almostwhite. His eyes were a dark colour and fixed on the omega. He had hisears pierced, something dark at the junction between his shoulder andneck peeked out at Arthur, and he was wearing dirty, blue overalls.Arthur could barely catch the man’s scent under the more potent smellof oil but he was clearly an alpha for the calming tones to reachhim: a mix of leather, lavender and chocolate.

“What…?”said Arthur, slowly. “Who’re you?”

“Sorry,”said the man, grimacing slightly. “I was just passing by.”He nodded towards the other side of the road where a tow truck wasnow parked. “Your car’s in the mud and I was wondering if it wasstuck so, uh, I came over and…” The man shrugged and lookeddown at his boots.

Arthur lookedaround himself and felt like crying. His car had been driven intodeep mud, the bottom of it covered in the mess. So was he: his shoesand the bottom of his trousers were now covered in it – not tomention the splash-back from being sick. He bit his lip and shook hishead. “I… I don’t know…” he said.

“Seriously,though,” the man said. “You smell horrible.”

“What?!”

“Well, that’sa lie,” the man said, giving Arthur a small smile. “Yousmell nice. But it makes me think you’re unhappy…?” He lookedpuzzled as he tried to decipher Arthur’s scent. “Sad. And…heartbroken? Do you need help?”

“I… You…”Arthur paused and blinked at him. “You think I smell good?”

“Yeah, like…Like beer and grass and… and fruit cake. But that’s so not thepoint, man. Do you need help?”

Trying to gethimself together, Arthur shook his head. “I can take care ofmyself. It’s just… It’s nothing.”

“Obviouslyit’s not nothing,” the man said. “Are you pregnant?”

“What? No!It’s not… not like anyone…”

“Hey,”snapped the man, so suddenly that Arthur jumped. Somehow, he seemedto understand what Arthur had been about to say as he frowned indisapproval. “Of course someone’ll want you. Don’t you darethink so little about yourself.”

“Wha-?How…? Who areyou?”

“Oh. I’mGilbert Beilschmidt. Mechanic.”

“ArthurKirkland. Publishing assistant. Why are you helping me?”

Gilbert grinned.“Because I’m awesome. Also, because I read a lot of medievalfiction as a kid,” he admitted. “I have chivalry imprintedupon me!” He struck a heroic pose, one hand held aloft as thoughhe was holding a sword, though he looked ridiculous. Arthur couldn’thelp but smile, quickly covering it with a hand. Gilbert stayed inhis pose for a moment before lowering his arm, watching Arthur.“Also, you’re kinda cute,” he added, a blush staining hischeeks.

Nobodyhad said anything like that to Arthur in a long time and he felthimself turn red. “I-I-I’m notcute!”

“Oh, you are,”Gilbert assured him, grinning at Arthur’s reaction. He looked aroundthem before turning back to Arthur. “Listen, why don’t I towyour car back to your place.”

“You don’tneed to…”

“I want to,though,” Gilbert said, suddenly stern. “I’m not gonna leaveyou out here on your own. You’re in no state to drive.”

Lipwobbling despite himself, Arthur shook his head. “I’m-I’m not ina state,” he weakly insisted. “I’m fine-”

Suddenly, Gilbertmoved, stepping close. Before Arthur could move, he was enveloped ina hug. For an instant, he thought Gilbert was trying to force him toobey as Alfred would probably have done. But the embrace felt…comforting. Safe. That lovely scent wrapped around him and cradledArthur, so much so that he felt himself overflow with everything hehad felt in the past year since Alfred had left him.

It took some timefor him to stop crying but Gilbert held him throughout it all, onehand pressing his head gently into the alpha’s neck, the other armwrapped around Arthur to hold him close. Arthur clung to him withoutmeaning to, fighting to keep his wailing to a minimum. He continuedto cry until he had seemingly run out of tears. Then he whispered,“Please.” He had no idea what he was asking for.

Gilbert, however,seemed to take that as his cue and he pulled away. “All right,”he said. “I’ll take you home, okay?”

Arthur nodded inanswer, quite content to let someone help him for once.

NB: I’m not sure how Arthur controls his scent but, eh, he does. It’s just not good for him, whatsoever.

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Trace

Part 3

Masterlist

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A/N : Just ughhh..!!!!! pert 3 everyone, took so long cuz i’m just that lazy

Dean’s POV

 I took (Y/N) to his motel to get his things, and of course of all places he has to stay in the same damned motel I left that blonde I fucked last night. ‘Shit ! hope she’s already gone…’ I thought to myself while we walked inside the motel. We stopped at the front door of his room, I watched as he unlock it. And boy, I wonder how could seeing someone unlocking a door be so interesting. The way (Y/N)’s hands twisting the key, I wonder how it felt when that hand playing with my dick. Rubbing it, twisting it like he’s twisting those key, stroke me with those soft looking hands. Grip me hard and going fast, then slow, fast again, and bring my dick to his mouth. “Shit!....” I cursed in a breathless whisper.

“Dean, are you okay ?” (Y/N) asked me, made me realised that I was just almost moan his name after the curse.

“Umm.. yeah it’s fine..i’m fine..” I’m stuttering and sure that my face is flushed right now.

“Are you sure ? because you’re kinda looks flushed, are you sick ?” He reached his hand to my forehead, out of instinct I guess. And boy, his hand are softer that I could ever imagine. “You’re kind of hot Dean…”

“Oh you don’t look to bad yourself little boy.” I countered with a smirk, testing my luck.

“Thanks… but that’s not what I mean, your forehead is warm I think you have a fever.” He chuckled a little, the sound warming my heart. He don’t know that it’s him that doing this to me, making me nervous, flustered and hot just being near him.

“Maybe, you could make it better little boy…” And I swear I said that just in my head, but seeing (Y/N)’s eyes grow wide and smile of amusement on his ridiculously beautiful face, I knew I said it out loud.

“Are you hitting on me right now ? or are you just messing with me ?” he smiled again.

“Of course I’m messing with you…” I laugh, hoping that he wouldn’t realised that I indeed tried to hit on him.

“You are one strange men Dean, dorky for sure… I like it, it means you’re not much of a jerk as what people told me.”

“Wait a minute, a jerk? What kind of things that people told you about me ?”

“Well let’s just say they’re not fond of you, so the things they said was pretty awful..” He smiled at me, and opened the door.

 Didn’t took long for him to pack, I only saw him shoving his folded clothes from the drawer into one of his bag. The other bag seemed like it’s never been touched since he arrived here, I was about to ask when he asked me if I’m ready to go back to the Bunker. And my luck decided to leave me when we steped out of the room, she called me with that fake name I gave to her.

“James ! Where were you ? I was looking for you this whole afternoon….and who is this ? why did you steped out of that room together ?” She pointed at (Y/N) who just stood there looking amussed. I reacted fastly, grabbing his shoulder and bring his body flushed to my side.

“See, umm..Brenda, I.. this is my boyfriend..” At my statement (Y/N) whipped his head to look at me. “We were fighting last night.. and I was just so mad and looking for a distraction, and then I met you.. so..”

“First of ll, my name is Britany, and second you..you fucked me with the same dick you used to fuck him ?” She’s fumming right now, and I could tell that (Y/N) is getting annoyed with her creacky screamy voice. When I’m about to reply her, he cut me.

“As a matter of fact honey, yes he did, you’re just a quick fuck for him, and that dick? Indeed the same dick that he used to fuck me. Thanks by the way for giving him a reason to come back to me after your fuck. He said he realised that nothing beats the feel of my asshole around his dick. So move, we have to go home to fuck eachother.” He said those whole thing a lot lower and hushkier, than the way he used to talk, and it sounds hot. I watched in utter amazement that not only he played along, but he also willing to talk about things that he didn’t knew I wanted to do to him. Fuck him good, sounds so hot when it came out of his mouth. He dragged me out from the motel and we hopped in to Baby.

 I didn’t start the engine right away, instead I turned to look athim, with amusement smirk plastered.

“What ?!..” he said chuckling.

“I bet that how your asshole would beat the feel of her pussy is right little boy…” And I swear he just blushed. But only a few seconds and he’s back with his playful expresion.

“Ohh, you have no idea Sir…” He wiggle his eyebrows, which makes me explodes in a laughter. He laugh with me for a moment “Seriously James ? And more you have to act as if you’re gay to get out from one night stand? Further more with me?..”

“Sorry..That’s the first thing that came out on my mind. Besides, I didn’t asked you to play along but you did. In fact you’re the one that doing all the talk for me….”

“Oh..my god..Dean winchester, I can’t belive you… not even a thank you for getting rid of her ?” He figned anoyance but failed miserably.

“Well thank you (Y/N) for getting rid of my ‘quick fuck’..” I said to him with and make airy quote gesture, referring to what he called that girl.

“You’re welcome, but next time don’t use me as an excuse please… and by the way, you knew didn’t you ?…”

“Knew about what ?..” I asked confused.

“C’mon don’t play dumb with me..! How did you know that I’m gay ?” He asked me agai, I’m in such an awe that he could read me like that. I was silent for a moment.

“Well, I kinda get the feeling after you asked if I’m hitting on you or messing with you….Also after those sex comments you said to her ?” I looked up at him hopping he wouldn’t be mad with my answer.

He scofed “Seriously ? after the sex coments ?” He made anoyed face, but somehow I can see the faintest amusement behind it.

And I decided to just give him apologetic shrug, then he chuckeled. He’s like a whole different person I met this morning, and the way his eyes shine when he smiles is priceless. Oh man, I’m in a deep shit did I ? Before I get lost further in my own head, I start the engine and drove to the Bunker.

 Normal POV

 Once they arrived, Sam was already waiting in the livingroom. He then took (Y/N) to the room he prepared earlier. He left (Y/N) to settle in his room downstair to the kitchen where he knows Dean would most likely be.

“Dean ….”

“What ?” he looked up from his plates of burgers they brought on the way home.

“You looked so happy, what’s that all about ?” There’s a teasing tone in that sentence.

“I get to have pies now, so that’s about it…”

“Come on! You know that I wouldn’t buy that right ?” And that’s how Dean told everything to him while they eat their burger. How (Y/N) just made him feeling things he never thought he could after every fucked up shit happened, and further more he feel it towards (Y/N)! a men, one that as much of a men he see as him and Sam, one that he just litteraly met that day. They were still intact with their conversation, and Dean is eating his pie when (Y/N) steped into the kitchen, and both of them jumped from their seats out of surprise.

“Jeezz..(Y/N) don’t sneak up like that! I nearly died because of heart attack years ago, how if that happens now ?” Dean said while still holding his hand to his chest.

“Who’s sneaking? You both are too caught up in your girls talk that is….” There he back with his free mouth again. Sam chuckled and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow “Something funny girafe ?”

“What ? girafe ?” Sam asked, anoyed, but amussed at the same time.

“Cuz you’re tall, get it ?” (Y/N) said as he round the table to grab his burger. “By the way, I need to show you things.”

“Things ? what things ?” Dean asked

 (Y/N) lift his bag and spilled everything on it to the table. He lifted the first thing and then explain what that is. “In this hard drive, there are all informations about The Men of Letters, supernatural creatures and how to defeat them, sigils, and things that I could find in my grandpa’s secret room. I burned them after I digitalized everything, I checked the papers, there are no watermarks, or hiden letters that would apear if you put it next  to a heat, so … yeah… I think that was the right thing to do. I don’t want anyone or anything find these informations after I left.”

Sam picked the hard drive and give (Y/N) questioning look. “You said you digitalized everything you could find, and how many things did you find actually?”

“ninety eight files, each files contained about twenty something pages of text, and some pictures… not to mentions, the table, diagram, mapping, and else…”

“And what about that ?” Dean pointed to several books that sprawled in front of (Y/N)

“I searched for the kind of language used in this books but find nothing, so I figured it’s best to bring it here. Probably there’s something that could help us in this book, but I’m not sure since I can’t read it.”

When Dean is about to take the book, Sam took it first. Dean gave him an annoyed sigh, he take some kind of blade instead. “And what about these ?”

“I honestly don’t know, I couldn’t find anything about it from the files, it’s not an angel blade but somehow it was sealed. “

“Sealed ?” Sam asked.

“Yeah look..” (Y/N) pull the blade from the seath and show them the signs covering the shaft of the blade “It’s some kind of sigils maybe, I’m not sure, but the letters are somewhat similar to one of these books has.”

And again, Dean picked up something “I gotta say, you’re fully loaded little boy” then he aimed the shotgun to (Y/N) with that teasing smirk of his.

“What can I say ?..” (Y/N) shruged innocently “These things that killed my family are still out there. And for some reason they let me live, and to find hunters like you, at least I gotta pretend like one, so the armos also work as my cover.”

“I gotta say (Y/N) I’m impressed, you’re a lot smarter and prepared than this piemania over here..” he jutted his chin towards Dean that earn him a ‘wtf’ look from the older “But these armos, looks kinda not ordinary for me..”

(Y/N) looked at Sam then Dean, “Thanks for the compliment, I’m aware of that..” Dean gave him ‘wtf’ look to “These armos were self made, silvers, melted with holy fire and the pieces were washed with holy water before it put together” This earned him an impressed yet curious look from the brothers. “What ? I’m not a rookie in supernatural business, and I’m not kidding when I said me and grandpa protected the children we raised.”

“Well, it’s getting late. How about you spill everything else you knew in the morning ?” Sam sugested to (Y/N) which he gladly accept, putting the things back to his bag.

“Thank’s Dean, Sam for agreeing to help me, and you also opened your door to me..i’m ..i’m .. thank you..” Then he turned to go back to his room. The brothers wathed him leave, and when (Y/N) is upstair Dean looked at Sam.

“I’m in a deep shit Sam, I keep on staring at his butt these whole time…”

“Well, that’s something new, you usualy just stares at something’s butt that also have boobs….” With that Sam leave Dean to get  a sleep himself.

 Dean sit a little bit longer, thingking over what he should do about (Y/N). Should he make a move? He know (Y/N) is gay anyway, but how if these things he felt towards the boy is just temporary attraction or just admiration, even worse if it’s just a pity that the boy is somewhat had gone through things like him and Sam. Whatever it is he need to find out soon, because they don’t know until when they had peaceful day before another big world threatening situation would come.

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October Destiel AU Challenge: Day 13 - Would You Like to Buy Some Honey?

31 Days of Destiel Drabbles: Day 21 Day 13 - Farmer’s Market

Of all the places that Dean wants to be on a Saturday morning, this place is just about last on the list. For starters, it’s nine o’ clock and he doesn’t have to work today, so he could still be sleeping right now. Hell, if he’s going to be awake anyway, he’d almost rather be at work. At least he enjoys working on cars.

This…this is a different story entirely. He eyes the scene in front of him with suspicion. There’s vendors everywhere and far more people than Dean thinks is reasonable for what’s basically a glorified grocery store. A group of people picks that moment to pass by them, nearly running him over in the process. Looks to be the rich, hipster type. Same as probably literally everyone here, because who else would spend this much money on goddamn vegetables? He scowls at them and then turns the look on Sam. Sam, the whole reason he’s out of bed and here this early in the morning on a precious day off.

“There’s supermarkets for a reason, Sam.”

Sam just gives Dean one of his patented you uncultured swine how are we even related looks. “Yeah, but farmer’s markets are better, because all the stuff is fresh and local and handmade and you can’t get that at Walmart. It’s better for you, it tastes better, and it supports the local economy.”

In response, Dean rolls his eyes and makes an unconvinced grunt. “Okay, I get it, you’re a tree-hugging hippy, but the food at real stores tastes fine, hasn’t killed me yet, and it doesn’t cost half my paycheck.”

“You didn’t have to come with me,” Sam says in that passive-aggressive tone of his. Like Dean actually had a choice in the matter. Like he chose to come of his own free will. Like Dean’s constitution is any match for Sam’s puppy eyes and incessant pleading, even after all these years. Especially when he had to go and involve his ridiculous and disgusting crush on Eileen and then proceed to stroke Dean’s ego by complimenting his cooking skills. So of course Dean is going to help his little brother impress Eileen by helping him cook an epic dinner for their weekly get-together. And if that means Sam wants to cook with all this fancy, organic crap, then Dean will grin and bear it. Doesn’t mean he has to like it, though.

“I was promised pie,” Dean replies skeptically, because he sure as hell doesn’t see any pie so far. “Of course I had to come if there’s pie involved.”

Sam makes an annoyed huffing sound. “You’ll get your pie,” he says, beckoning Dean forward. “Now come on, you’re the one who insisted I shouldn’t be let near a kitchen, so help me pick stuff.”

Dean sighs, but follows after Sam, anyway. It’s going to be a long day.

--

Sam may be right to some extent when he talks about how Dean is the one with all the natural talent in the kitchen, but even he can only do so much when he’s never even heard of half of this shit, before. What even is arugula? It sounds like a Harry Potter spell.

Although, he has to admit that he’s seen some pretty nice stuff. Maybe not so superior in quality that he’d come all the way across town and pay twice as much, but still. He’s snatched up some nice lettuce and tomatoes because that stuff always goes good on burgers and he’s still hoping he might convince Sam to let him make his famous burgers for dinner.

But he still stands by his thought that a farmer’s market is a hipster’s wet dream. Not only are there countless stands with produce and nuts and other foods, but he’s seen several vendors selling those hippie bags and paintings and even some hats, to name a few of the crafts. He doesn’t keep up with what kids do these days, but he can imagine this is the kind of place the kids might “Instagram” about. It’s…kind of disgustingly cute, if he’s being honest.

Still no pie though. Maybe he’s supposed to buy apples or pecans or whatever and make his own pie, but he feels that’s definitely cheating the rules and he doesn’t intend to let Sam get away with that.

It’s been about half an hour since he got separated from Sam, and he never imagined this place would be big enough that finding a giant like his brother would be an issue. Somehow, he has a feeling Sam’s avoiding him on purpose, because Sam is a big nerd who’s probably having the time of his life here.

“Can I help you find something?” a deep voice calls out to him, making Dean realize he’s been standing in front of this tent without moving for longer than is probably socially acceptable. Turning towards the voice, he sees a dark-haired man sitting under a yellow awning, and regarding him with a pleasant smile and curious, blue eyes. He’s actually young, and pretty damn good-looking, if Dean does say so himself, which kind of breaks his (admittedly unfair and untrue) stereotype of all these vendors being old farmers and lonely, rich housewives. At least he doesn’t look one of these new-age hippie types.

Dean clears his throat, embarrassed to be caught standing around like an idiot. “Nah, man, just looking for my brother. He dragged me here and sent me on a mission to help him find the perfect ingredients for a dinner he wants to make to impress his girlfriend. And he ran away from me, and now I kinda have no idea what I’m doing.” Why on earth he feels compelled to overshare is beyond him, but fortunately the guy just nods along like he’s interested, saving Dean some degree of awkwardness, and then he smiles.

“Well, if you’re at a loss for ingredients, I could suggest something,” he says, gesturing to the table in front of him, “but you might think it big-headed of me.”

Only now does Dean take the time to actually look and see what this guy’s selling. He doesn’t seem like the super artsy and crafty kind of guy, but he doesn’t necessarily seem like a farmer, either. Of course, in all fairness, there’s not a specific “type” these kinds of people have to fit into, so Dean can’t really judge by looks alone.

Turns out, there’s a whole army of jars, arranged in a few neat little lines along the table, from bigger sizes in the back to smaller sizes in the front. Each jar is filled with a thick amber liquid, which Dean recognizes after a moment.

“Honey?” He raises an eyebrow. The label reads ‘Castiel Novak Apiaries,’ and has a phone number and address written underneath, with a little cartoon bee drawn off to the side. “You made all this?”

The man—Castiel or Casteel or however the hell he pronounces it—chuckles. “Well, technically, I didn’t make it. The bees get the credit for that. I just harvested it. But yes, I’m Castiel, which is what I assume you were getting at.” He sticks his hand out across the table in kind of an awkward motion.

“Of course.” Dean snorts, but takes the offered hand and shakes it. “Dean. And as tempting as it is, I don’t think my brother would appreciate me coming back with nothing but honey. Can’t really do much with it, you know?”

Castiel tilts his head and gives Dean what can only be described as a challenging look. “On the contrary. I’m told my honey makes very good apple pies.”

He perks up at the mention of pie. “Now you’re just trying to bribe me, I swear.”

Castiel grins and leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, before letting his eyes very obviously rove over Dean’s body. “You look like the kind of guy who appreciates pie.”

“So you are trying to bribe me.” If Dean didn’t know any better, he’d say that was a flirtatious remark. Not that he’s opposed to the idea, of course, but why would this guy even be interested?

Castiel shrugs innocently. “I am trying to sell a commodity, here. Is it working, or do I need to discuss other benefits of honey?” Okay, that was definitely an attempt at flirting.

Dean tries to resist the urge to roll his eyes. So maybe the guy isn’t a hippie or hipster or an old farmer, but he is kind of weird. Weird in an awkward, dorky way. Weird in an almost endearing way. He leans closer to the table and picks up one of the jars, turning it over in his hands. He decides to try his own form of Winchester charm and see how that does. “I don’t know, man, the mention of pie has almost got me sold, but how do I know you’re telling the truth? You don’t have any pie to prove it.”

There’s a beat of silence, then Castiel raises an eyebrow and the corner of his lips pull up into a little smile. He crosses his arms. “I suppose I’ll just have to make you one.”

Dean mirrors Castiel’s smile, and his eyes are probably lighting up at the prospect of a maybe-date and pie. “Oh, is that so? You’re quite the dedicated salesman.”

By the time Sam finally finds Dean, Dean’s gotten a number, a time and place, and another probably addition to their family dinners in the future. Sam spends the rest of the day bemoaning Dean’s ability to forget what he’s supposed to be doing in favor of picking up a hot guy or girl at any chance he gets. Dean know that Sam isn’t mad, though, because it turns out that Castiel—or Cas, as Dean finds out he prefers—is actually a damn good cook.

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Chris’s Tour - Naperville, IL 7-18-17

(Otherwise known as my birthday present :)) 

I see @wowbright - is posting her photos today (yay)! I didn’t have photos, sorry guys.  But hopefully I’ll have a decent account.  

So @multsicorn came to visit me for a few days, which was absolutely delightful.  We had a nice drive to Chicago listening to Glee music, because of course.  (We also had a splendid chat on the way home).  We met up with the lovely @notthatbea (at a Barnes and Noble where my old store manager works now apparently - small world).  And delivered in a lovely box was one of @snarkyhag‘s many gifts - a bingo card for the tour.  It’s funny - except for a few spaces - there were all pretty much filled during the event. 

So - we went out to this lunch where we had bison burgers and they gave us these pickled cucumbers -- they were too vinegar-y to be cucumbers but not pickled enough to be pickles.  It was interesting.  And then we went to an icecream place that sold raw cookie dough and it was amazing.  Afterwards we met up with @leydhawk and @wowbright, who are both amazing and kind, and we had a nice chat while we stood in line for two hours. 

The event - Chris came out, all relaxed and happy (and looking good - he looks better every year I see him - and Snarky untucked I mean c’mon).  His opening speech was a little more scripted than it was the previous year (or practiced as I’m sure he says the same lines at ever event) but he was still funny and charming, and of course it’s all new to the majority of the audience.  He then read a part of his book - and was more animated, getting into the voices more, than when he read last year.  He was have a great time acting out all the parts of his story.  

Oh also! He takes a selfie as he always did.  But first, he took a photo of the crowd.  He held his camera up - and bam - Notthatbea and I are probably, like, upfront and close in that photo.  Cause we were sitting four rows back, but he held it up a little (so not to get the first row in the shot) and we’re pretty sure our faces are front and center.  Also - in Alla’s shot of the crowd, you can totally make out the five of us who were there! 

I believe the trivia stuff was next.   The one thing about this that I remember is that there’s a portion where the kids could try to stump Chris.  There was one little boy who pointed out a continuity error (The Pied Piper is named one thing in book 2 (?) and something else in book 6 - and the kid asked why that was.)  Chris just stood there hilariously dumbfounded and speechless (in a good way), and claimed that he needed to reread his books more.  It was a fun little moment. Also - as notthatbea reported - during this section we learned that the original title for book 6 was Happily Forever After.  

The costume contest was next.  A sweet girl in a Cinderella costume won.  There was also an amazing Cyborg Queen costume (that came in second imo) and Morina - who’s horns kept falling off (poor girl - she had a great costume though. Chris, as usual, delighted at everyone, as I’m sure this is one of his favorite portions.  We had two rows of kids go up there - and most of them were really awesome costumes.  

Now - okay - there was one really awkward moment, though, during this.  The people from the news site that shall not be named were there and in the front row (I know it was them because they took video over everything, claimed it was their own stuff, and posted it on their site - even though Chris’s people explicitly told us not to take video).  Two of the posse got up for the costume contest.  One of them was wearing a ‘likes boys’ tshirt, and was obviously supposed to be Kurt.  The other one was dressed as kind of a hipster - I have no idea what they were going for - I don’t think it was anyone in TLoS.   Anyway - omg - second hand embarrassment.  Chris - amazing that he is - ignored them completely.  (This is also why he pretty much ignored the entire front row the entire night despite them throwing comments out to him throughout the night.)  I don’t know what they were trying to do pulling that - but c’mon.  But what can I expect from people deliberately ignoring his wishes. 

Anyway -- then we got the Q and A session, which was much, much longer than last year - it was nearly twenty minutes long.  And, cause my memory is perfect,  here’s what came up: 

A girl asked that if he wasn’t doing a movie, would he consider doing a musical.  He deadpanned a no, but then said it would have been a possibility.  He also mentioned that he was ‘in talks about something but then they stopped talking’.  I don’t know if this was TLoS related or not though.  

He was asked if he would appear in the movies (like Stan Lee!) and he said maybe as a troll or something, but he doesn’t want to play a major role. 

Someone asked how many publisher rejections he got for Wishing Spell.  (And his face was like, dayum, okay...) But he mentioned that being on TV helped with that, so he got zero.  But he did have to convince the publisher that he could write. 

His movie is going to be live action with real people (though he joked that ‘real people’ is a matter of opinion as well)

The acting v writing question again - and he said his standard I love them both answer, though he did remark that people keep wanting him to choose one but he really can’t. 

A 12yo girl asked what his favorite Glee performance was.  This time he answered Lucky Star cause he got to fly around.  Also - he and June Squibb are still besties. :) 

A unique question - someone asked if he knew anything about the TLoS characters that weren’t in the book.  It stumped him for a little bit, then said he had ideas for a prequel series, so he didn’t want to give much away.  But apparently there was a lot of drama with the fairy council.  Also - Mother Goose’s magic is not what it seems - and he hopes he lives long enough to eventually tell that story, lol. 

Someone asked about casting - and Chris said they haven’t found anyone yet - but then he goes on to say that it’s strange when his job is looking at pictures of 10yos all day.  (Out of context, the way he said it sounded really creepy, and made me laugh)

A little 9yo asked what inspired him to start writing TLoS - and mostly the standard answer about his mom reading fairy tales to him, and her getting fed up with all the questions so she told him to write them himself - but he directed the answer right to her, and spoke in a way relating to her, so it was sweet.  

A girl asked about when he wrote while on Glee - and he gave his usual story about being on tour and writing a page and then running up to sing - though he made the story a little longer this time, and mentioned DSB, I Wanna Hold Your Hand, and then Single Ladies.  (Usually he just mentions Single Ladies).  (as an aside - he mentions that everyone else was just kind of going out and doing things as he stayed in and wrote - so huh) 

Will there be multiple movies - he hopes so, but they’re going to focus on one at a time. He joked with the little girl asking, though, that it was her responsibility now to make sure the first movie does well so she needs to go out and spread the word - and if it fails, totally her fault, lol 

Which book was his favorite to write - Stranger Than Fanfiction has been his absolute favorite (this surprised me), but then book 5 was his favorite in TLoS series because he got to use his own original stories he made up as a kid.  The next question was kind of a follow up - where he was asked, which of those was his favorite.  And he can’t really choose (3 way tie between the three he made up as a kid).  Galaxy Queen is the one he created recently for book 5, but the rest were stories he made up when he was a kid. 

How’d he get the names Alex and Conner - same kind of answer as usual, Alex was originally Amy after a cousin, but then there was a new cousin named Alex.  Conner was from a character he played in community theater. 

Will he write more books like Starbordia? - Maybe? It’s a possible spin off idea.  (Side note - he didn’t sound that interested in the idea though) 

Favorite books growing up - Harry Potter, of course, but Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan - and he mentions Eva Ibbotson, who I’m not familiar with - but who is a British author who writes a lot of young, young children books (I’d say stuff for 6-9yos) 

Conner and Alex are both him, and the arguments they have are like arguments he has in his head. 

Someone asked him to sing - of course he said no, and that if he did it for one, he’d have to do it for all of them, and that’s just too much pressure.  Then, the front row yelled that he had a voice like an angel - to which he replied that his dog and cat don’t feel the same way cause they run out of the room when he starts singing.  He did say, to the original person asking, and the audience in general, that he was happy that people enjoyed his voice.  

Alright - so then this delightful 13yo girl, who was a bit Red-like, came up and basically pitched herself as an actress who’d be happy to be in his movie.  It was hilarious.  He asked if she’d be happy being a tree - and she said yes, and that her people will contact him.  Her question, though, was about how Glee impacted his writing.  And he joked that Glee made him so famous, that he couldn’t leave his house, so he had nothing better to do than write.  But more so, he talked about how acting helped him hear the voices of his characters better.  But also that writing helped with acting, so you can create backstory for your characters. 

What is he most excited to do, regarding the movies? He’s super excited about walking out on sets and seeing these places he only imagined become real. 

What songs does he listen to while writing? Film scores!! Including Danny Elfman and, my personal favorite which I totally listen to all the time to write, y’all know this, Hans Zimmer.  

So yeah - that’s the Q and A.  He was very sweet and engaged during the entire thing, which was awesome to see. 

He wrapped up by doing another reading, this time from the Mother Goose diaries.  The thing that stuck out to me about this was that he was reading an entry about Amelia Earheart - where she said she faked her own death and went away to an island because fame got too much for her, and she wanted to live peacefully away from everything for the rest of her days.  (hmm - Chris....) 

So that’s the event! It’s always a delight to see him - and I know he loves these events more than the signings - he’s just so thrilled to be there, and there’s a ton of excitement over the film.  

After that, we all headed back home.  Was a great time, and a great birthday. :) 

#chris colfer #do I have a tag for the signings? I'll have to check that out

[starsinursa]

Raisin D'être

A/N: I bet you thought I was done with horrible, fluffy, food-based ficlets, but YOU WERE WRONG! SO, SO WRONG!

So this one is inspired by a cracky conversation I had with @sunshine-hunters, in which we decided that Cas is probably a picky eater who does ridiculous things like pick raisins out of his food, and this is now my new favorite headcanon.

Naturally, I had to write it, and then it turned disgustingly fluffy. I’m so sorry.

Ao3

  “Hey, Cas, gimme your opinion on this,” Dean says, handing him a cookie.

Castiel takes it gently, reverently. It’s still warm from the oven, the rest of the batch cooling on top of the stove, and the kitchen smells delightful. It’s not often that Dean bakes – he prefers to whip up burgers or steaks, or the odd hearty stew or casserole – but occasionally Dean will get in a “mood” and decide to use up some of the flour sitting in the bunker’s pantry, and then he’ll bake and bake until Sam laughingly tells him they’re all going to get fat. It was fudge brownies last time, and apple pies the time before that.

This time, apparently, it’s cookies.

“It smells very good, Dean,” Castiel says earnestly, and Dean flashes him a grin before turning back to the oven.

Castiel brings the cookie closer and inhales again. A discerning sense of smell is just one of his angelic perks, and he enjoys smelling Dean’s cookies much more than smelling dead bodies. He recognizes just a waft of vanilla, and brown sugar, and a hint of nutmeg, and –

“Raisins?” he asks, looking up. “There’s raisins in this?”

Dean glances over. “Uh, yeah, Cas, that’s where they’re called ‘oatmeal raisin cookies’.”

Castiel squints at the cookie, anticipation ebbing away, and now he feels a little... well, cheated. 

Dean watches him for a moment, then turns to face him and leans back against the counter.

“What’s wrong with raisins? I mean, they’re no chocolate chips, but they’re all right.”

Castiel grumbles. “I don’t like raisins.”

“Huh. You’ve tried raisins before?”

“…no.”

“What? Then how the hell do you know you don’t like them?”

“I just do,” Castiel says primly.

Dean makes a face. “That’s not an answer.”

“I can tell. By their smell.”

“Raisins have a smell? That’s…well, kinda gross. But not everything tastes the way it smells, Cas, some things are misleading and – hey! Stop picking out the raisins, you fucking heathen!”

Castiel freezes guiltily with a raisin pinched between his fingers. Dean levels a finger at him and glares.

“Leave the raisins alone, Cas, they’re in there for a reason. It won’t taste the same without them.”

“Good,” Castiel mutters.

“Cas. Take a bite of the damn cookie.”

Castiel sighs and shoots him a mutinous look, too quickly for Dean to see, but dutifully raises the cookie to his mouth and takes a slow bite. Dean’s eyes are fixated on him, scrutinizing, watching him chew with an intensity usually reserved for working a case or watching one of his soap operas.

“Good, yeah?” Dean finally prompts.

Castiel nods slowly, but he doesn’t open his mouth to respond. His mouth is still full of cookie that he refuses to swallow.

“You still have it in your mouth, don’t you?”

Castiel hesitates, then nods again. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you big baby,” Dean sighs, but he doesn’t actually sound angry. “Fine, just spit it out then – not on the table! What the fuck is wrong with you, I just wiped that down! I meant in the trashcan! Christ – here –“

He thrusts his open hand in front of Castiel, palm up. It’s obvious what Dean is indicating - the gesture is unmistakable - so Castiel spits out the bite of cookie into Dean’s waiting hand.

Dean makes a face, wrinkling his nose in disgust, but stalks over to the trashcan and throws away the bite of cookie. He immediately goes to the sink and flips on the faucet, starting to wash his hands.

“You are so lucky I love you, Cas,” he gripes, scrubbing his hands together vigorously. “Do you know how many people I’ve let spit food into my hands? Two. Sammy when he was little, and Ben. Two kids, not grown-ass adult angels.” He turns off the faucet and snatches up a paper towel, drying his hands as he turns back around. “I mean, at least it wasn’t fucking gum – there is nothing worse than carrying around chewed gum – but raisins are a close second – “

Castiel is staring at him. He knows he’s staring, but he can’t help it. The cookie is still grasped in his hand, forgotten, horrible raisins and all.

Dean stops, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“You said you love me.”

Both eyebrows shoot up this time, in a way that looks distinctly panicked. “What?” Dean repeats. It’s the same word, but an entirely different tone of voice.

“You said -” He raises his empty hand so he can add air-quotes, “- ‘you are so lucky I love you -‘”

Dean splutters. Throws the paper towel at the trashcan. Misses. “That was – Jesus, Cas, that’s just a turn of phrase, you know I didn’t - you’ve been around humans long enough to – “

“I love you too.”

Dean sucks in a breath like someone just punched him in the stomach. “What?” he says, a third time.

Castiel sets down the cookie on the table, brushing off his fingers on his coat, and stands up. “I love you too.” He moves around the table towards Dean, who’s standing frozen against the counter looking remarkably like ‘a deer in the headlights’, as he’s heard people say. “I’ve loved you for a long time. When I first cupped your soul in my hands and lifted you out of Hell. When you fought me and raged against me and refused Heaven. When I spent every day in Purgatory trying to stay one step ahead of you.”

It doesn’t look like Dean is even breathing. Castiel is starting to become a little concerned, but he needs to finish saying these things now that he’s started, or he might never take the chance again.

“I love the way you sing along to the radio, and the way you always make the hard choices even though you hate them, and the way you say my name. I love how a successful hunt makes you happy, but so does baking. Although,” he adds, because he feels like he needs to be entirely honest here, even if it hurts Dean’s feelings, “I do not like your oatmeal raisin cookies.”

That does it, finally, and Dean bursts into a startled laugh, some of the tension ebbing out of his shoulders. He laughs until he snorts, and then he raises a hand and rubs it across his face. Pinches the bridge of his nose. Covers his eyes. “Jesus, Cas – “

And then Dean kisses him, both hands coming forward to cup Castiel’s jaw and curl his fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. 

It feels like he’s waited millennia for this, and Castiel kisses him back.

Even if he does taste like raisins.

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