#like i didnt know dean was here! hello dean!

[littleliabilities]

update on my hyperfixations: I am now in love with Jason Todd

#hyperfixations #bruh maybe i shouldnt have hyperfixations during college #batman #jason todd #red hood #i should mention i havent really read the most recent comics bc i am Broke #and dont know where to get them (i am scared of my local game store bc i am trans in a very conservative area) #but i have been watching the animated dc movies religiously #speaking of #THEY HAVE ANIMATED DC MOVIES???? #also i was Shook when i realized jensen ackles voices Jason Todd in under the red hood #like i didnt know dean was here! hello dean!

[dontlikeconflict]

Based on S11EP13 Love Hurts (in which a supernatural creature called a Qareen appears to you as the person you desire the most, in an attempt to steal your heart)

TW: internalized homophobia, derogatory terms, John Winchester being a shitty dad

AO3 link

Dean's ready for it, he knows the bastard is around here somewhere and all he has to do is find it and kill it (or at least hold it off until Sam finds its heart, and stabs the damn thing)

He and Sam had been theorizing over who it might appear to them as, joking over childhood crushes and celebrities, but as the creature came into sight Dean's heart sunk. Some part of him knew who it would be, but he thought maybe if he didn't allow the thought to take hold -if he kept the idea in his peripheral vision, not looking directly at it- that it wouldn't be true.

but now the manifestation of his desire was staring directly at him, and it couldn't be ignored.

"Hello Dean"

The gravelly voice sounded the same as it had a hundred times before. The downward tilt to the corner of his eyes was the same, as was the slight skew to his blue tie. It was exactly as he saw Cas, in his mind's eye.

"oh don't try to be cute, I know exactly what you are Qareen"

He didn't want to have to try to kill this thing as it flawlessly imitated Cas, but at his words, the creature allowed its head to softly tilt to the side and his - its - eyes to slightly narrow. An expression that was so painfully Cas, that Dean was torn between pain and anger.

"I understand, Dean" the creature speaks, stepping slightly closer to the large work table that separates them

"is that right?" he responds, trying to focus on anything other than how much this thing looks like Cas, having to remind himself that it was an illusion, despite the tight feeling in his chest that always seemed to respond to the other man's micro-expressions.

The creature continued forward toward him "The longing in your heart? I feel it too"

If only the circumstances had been different, if only this was Cas, the words might have felt like a relief instead of so painfully raw.

"well that's touching" Dean began, as he tried to subtly move toward a knife wedged into the wood of the workbench "considering you don't have a heart. Considering... you're not Cas"

Dean didnt know if he was saying it aloud for the creature, or just to reassure himself. So that when he inevitably plunged a knife into this thing, he would know the expression of pain didn't truly belong to his friend.

"who I am doesn't matter" A small smile graced Cas' lips " The real question, is who are you?" Cas' eyes looked at Dean the way they had so many times like he was trying to understand him; like he thought if he stared long enough he could unravel the enigma that was Dean Winchester.

"what do you mean, who am I?" Dean trying to inch toward the knife, but the Qareen was tracing his movements

"You're a mystery. I can see inside your heart" They are both moving in sync, both so aware of the other " Feel the love you feel"

the use of that word causes Dean to stop in his tracks, and the creature stops with him "Except, its cloaked in shame"

and that's it isn't it? what it's all about. Dean has never been one to shy away from romantic feelings. Whereas one could describe him as emotionally constipated in almost every other area, romance had always been the easiest one, and even if he got turned down it never really affected how he approached potential partners.

But Cas was different. For starters he wasn't human, a factor he had gotten over a while ago but something that at the beginning had always been in the back of his mind. Back when Cas still spoke like an angel, 'raising him from perdition' and then subsequently threatening to throw him straight back to it. But it had been a long time since that mattered, a long time since he viewed Cas as Other in that way. and yet there was something so trivial yet so big that held him back. Cas was a man, his vessel was at least. And no matter how many people he meets, how much he grows and changes, his father is always there.

Throw away comments about 'pansys' and 'queers' and much harsher words that Dean doesn't even like to think. He can still remember his father watching the news and tutting at why "they have to go and get married, why can't they just stop shoving it in everyone's faces".

It felt wrong even back then, and Dean knows his father was wrong. Knows that even though he loves him, that he was an asshole on his best days. But the idea of people looking at him and thinking all those horrible things, the knowledge of what his father would think of him if he could see him now, always held him back.

When he spent too long looking into Cas' eyes, when Cas touched him and he felt himself light up, when he said something that sounded slightly too affectionate, he would feel his father's shame like a weight dropping down onto him.

He knew that he and Cas had something, that they shared a "more profound bond", as the angel had put it. But he could never get past the shame that lurked within him.

"when it comes to this" the creature continued, looking down at the shape it had taken, lifting a hand to Cas' chest and rubbing across it "You can't help yourself, so why fight it?"

To hear these words in Cas' voice; it was almost too much.

The creature was stalking its way forward "Just give in"

Ah, see that was just enough. That was so unlike Cas, to ask him to give in to anything, to not kick and fight the whole way as he always did, that it knocked Dean's mind out of its self-loathing and allowed him to act, to plan.

"yeah, you know what? You're right" suddenly feeling more confident that this was just another monster, just another hunt

"The real Cas, he does have a hold over me" It was the closest he had even come to admitting what it really was "but you... are nothing but a cheap imitation"

the creature was almost close enough to rip his heart from his chest, so he acted and did the first thing he could think of. He picked up a metal table to the side of him, holding it up like a shield just before the creature's hand burst right through the metal as if it were paper.

funnily enough, this felt more like Cas than the creature had been before, reminding Dean of when they first knew each other and Cas would constantly startle Dean with effortless strength. Holding a pipe Bobby swung directly for his head or lifting an entire anvil up as if he were holding a pillow.

Dean was taken out of his musings by the threat of losing his head as the creature pulled its arm free and he had to leap away rolling over the top of the workbench, just before the Qareen's hand went right through the thick wood. The way it moved was very stiff, not very artful, clearly not used to having to work physically for its food, used to victims presenting themselves eagerly for the face of their desires.

Then Dean's eyes caught on the knife he had been inching toward earlier, and he made a grab for it swinging haphazardly for the imitation of Cas' face, only to have his hand grabbed firmly, the creature squeezing at his arm until he was forced to relinquish the blade.

He was then shoved against the wall, held in place by Cas' large hand at his shoulder, the other raising, ready to push through layers of skin, muscle, and bone, to rip his heart straight from his body. Dean had no time to be scared, but if he had time to reflect he would have thought that dying to Cas' hands wouldn't be the worst way he could go.

but then it all stopped, the creature froze before stumbling back. Cas' face twisted in pain as it began to shake and scream before the body began to dissolve into smoke, and it all collapsed into a central blue light, almost like a star.

and then it was gone. And Sam was calling his name.

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Not much had been said on the ride back to their motel, mostly focusing on cleaning up their mess, and driving home the victim. But now they were packing up their few things into duffel bags, getting ready to drive back to the bunker.

As Dean was shoving clothes unfolded into his bag, Sam's voice came from behind him "So you gonna keep me in suspense here or what?"

Dean continued to pack, hoping Sam wasnt asking what he thought "About what?"

"Who was it?" Sam was prying, he seemed casual about it, still moving between the bed and his bag as he grabbed and folded each item

"it, uh" Dean began to speak before he even knew what he was going to say. The truth? Or some half-baked lie about Daisy Duke batting her eyelashes at him before she lunged for his heart? but a calm almost washed over him as he allowed himself to be honest.

"it was Cas."

"huh." the was a pause where Dean felt like he truly could throw up "Does that surprise you?"

all his fear turned incredulous "That doesnt surprise you?"

For a moment the shame from his father came back, and the idea that something about him looked gay came into his mind. What if everyone knew? like it was something they could just tell about him. But Dean had to mentally remind himself that this was Sam, that his Dad was a bigot, that his dad hadn't been around to judge him for a long time now.

"Honestly?" Sam said, as if his answer was obvious

"Honestly." Dean parroted, his defensive nature rising up "What you seriously think Cas, the poor excuse for an angel that dresses like an accountant, is my deepest desire?"

it felt wrong to deflect, to be hurtful about Cas just because he was afraid, but the words just fell out.

"he isn't?" Sam responded simply

"No!" Dean's voice pitched up at the end of the syllable, and it sounded like a lie, even to his ears. "He cant be."

"why not?" the blunt way Sam was addressing him wasn't helping the rising panic in his chest

"Why? Because that means I'm-" The words get stuck, he can't say them, especially when he knows how he'll sound as they come out of his mouth. The Qareen was right, he's still ashamed.

"what Dean?" Sam's voice is soft, like he knows exactly what Dean is thinking, like he wants to say it for him so he doesn't have too

But Dean has to be the one to say it, he knows this. He attempts to steel his expression, but as the words come out he knows he sounds afraid "It would mean I'm - " Queer, a pansy, an embarrassment "Gay"

Even though they both knew what he was going to say, Sam's face changes to one of soft surprise "Dean, Did you honestly think that something like that would matter to me?"

Dean didnt know what to say. Logically he knew it wouldn't, but some part of him felt like it would somehow make him less of Sam's tough older brother, like somehow he would be letting him down, as irrational as it sounded

Sam took Dean's silence as a sign to continue "Look I know Dad had some stupid ideas about this kind of thing, but you gotta know that he was an idiot"

some old part of Dean wanted to get annoyed at Sam for speaking out against their father, for disgracing his memory, but the feeling wasn't strong enough for him to act on right now.

"you need to know that... you and Cas" his little brother, so smart seemed like he had no idea how to put his thoughts into words "it would be okay"

the words Sam settled on were simple but it felt like such sweet relief, because really that was all Dean wanted. For how he felt to be okay. To not feel like he was wrong every time he let his guard down. every time he let himself want. He didnt quite feel like he was okay, but hearing the words from Sam made him feel a hell of a lot closer to believing.

"Thanks, Sammy" Maybe in another world he could have teared up at a time like this and told his brother how much his acceptance meant to him. But for now, all he could do was give his beanpole of a brother a strong slap on the arm and say "Let's go home", home to where Cas is.

Part two

#destiel #deancas #dean x castiel #dean winchester #internalised homophobia #supernatural s11 #season 11 #team free will #sam winchester #john winchesters a+ parenting #s11e13 #ficlet #destiel fic #deancas fic #castiel

[umbreoncomplex]

Dean was on the couch and he was wathcing a tv show about pie. It was about cookin apple pie, pumpkin pie, pudding pie, blueberry pie, cherry pie, key lime pie, pecan pie, chicken pot pie, lemon pie, boston creme pie,and banana cremme pie. "Ooh babyy" he licked his lips as they took the pie out of the oven. Then somebody pooped up behind him.

"dnaE" they asked. he recognized the vioce. Iit was the gay angel man.

"Hello cas" he turned to him very quickly and turned the tv off. "you didnt see that. i wasnt watch anuthing. i Swear."

"Don'ut swear dena, it's not very ladylike."

"cas you are such a chuckleface."

"what"

"whats in ytour hands cas?"

"i made you a pie. Look Deanie i worked very hard. i even caught my tie on fire," he glanced down at the half burnt tie and then it turned brand new again because of hjis homosexual powers

"thats not pie," dean frowned loudly. The angle's eyebrows lifted sadlike

"yes it is i worked hard"

"no look at it." the anelg looked at the flat piece of dough in his hands. a single apple slice rested in the middle of it and it wasnt even cooked.

"how did you manage to catch it on fire did you even put it into the oven ya dumb snot?" deanie weenies eyebrows went together andf his princess eyes widened to the size of paltes and his lips puckered.

"whats an oven dean?"

"how did you catch on fire?"

"i dont know i just did i was cutting the apple and all of a sudden something was smoking"

"you stupid butt come here and let me checku for burns"

"i am okey dokey" the anal promised him. dean shook his had "no you shit stick come here" he hugged him exTREMEly tightly. "you smell like fire."

"i was in purgastory."

"baby boy" he slapped his back in a loving, painful, way

"ouch danie" cas frowned again. dean gasped darmatically

"DID I HJURT OUOU?"?" he shouted in his face. The anelg stared into his green rapunzel eyes. "I ALWAYS HURT EVERYONE I LOVE NOT YOU TOO CAS I DON'T NEED THAT." cas continued to stare and then his eyes turned blue.

"Are you going to eat the pie or not you little shit"

[satankilledmyghost]

I NEED MORE WOLFIE😭😭😭😭😭

(Love you tho. Even if you don’t write anything, because hello it’s me, I’m proud to read the finished products heahaehehe)

OR GIMME (or us*) HEAD CANNONS OF THEM AT A FUNERAL. that would be something I would PAY to see.

For some reason, I kinda want to just be in the mind of one of them. Just for a day. Yknow? And I’m also debating starting the series over, and I could be texting you this, but hey, I’m bored and too lazy to switch tabs rn. If you do post this, I wanna say hi to everyone. Hit me up. Please. I need more people to appreciate the wolf without thinking I’m into some wattpad werewolf books.

BITCHHHHH I THOUGHT U WERE A RANDOM ASS DUCKLING SO I WAS CONFUSED ABOUT THE TEXTING PART ABBSJSNA. I DIDNT KNOW YOU CHANGED YOUR USERNAME😭

y’all, say hi to my bestie. she’s a fucking nutcase but we love her nonetheless <3

okay, one, fucking reread weak hero. or imma go to your house and find you. two, here’s your request, but go see your therapist. three, don’t hate on the wattpad- yeah, i- i can't justify those.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, AND FUNERALS, HEARTBREAK, ANGST?

weak hero characters reaction to your death/at your funeral

donald na

you know that one time where kingsley went into donald’s office and trailed off mid sentence because he noticed donald was eating a loaf of bread and zoning out??

that’s his reaction you dying

no emotions, no crying, just an empty, numb feeling in his chest and he can only think of you and not really focus on anything else

he'll be doing something and thoughts like “they would really like this” or “they would fucking hate this” or just picturing your reactions to something that donald’s doing in the current moment will cross his mind

he'll replay past conversations and interactions with you an unhealthy amount of times, suffering through tears. whether he wants to admit it or not, you had an affect on donald.

if you die tragically(say, beaten to death over union bs or jumped or whatever), he’ll punish those mother fuckers. no mercy.

donald'll be more salty and short-tempered to everyone around him. even kingsley isn’t safe.

donald misses you, and he longs to be in your presence one last time, even if it means listening to you complain about how cruel he runs his union.

jake ji

will bawl his eyes out and will probably have a psychotic break down.

he’ll be mental, how dare the universe take you from him?!

the one thing in his life that isn’t tied to the union, you were his little slice of life

a tiny piece of this world that isn’t cruel, someone he can go to.

sure, jake’s got dean and the guys, but they can be assholes sometimes. the one person that would always be there, arms open wide and endless love just for him, you, is gone. and it won't ever change.

all of those late, spontaneous nights at the parks, you pestering him to get him to study, pulling all-nighters watching anime, walking with you to and from school, your bright smile, your laugh, all of those times that you and jake cuddled close and fell asleep. these things will never happen again and jake can't handle that reality.

jake will call you, desperate and foolishly hoping that you'll pick up your phone. but all he ever gets is your voicemail. if you had access to your phone, it'd be voicemail after voicemail of jake violently sobbing into his phone, begging, pleading for you to come back.

wolf keum

his body will have a reaction to your death, but his mind won’t catch up.

with news of your death, wolf will start to tremble, his voice will be useless, and his body is super tense. he might even start crying.

but while all of this is happening, wolf won’t be feeling anything internally. his mind will run blank as he tries to process the fact that you’re dead.

wolf's emotionally numb and the only coherent thought he has is “oh, they’re dead. is this how someone’s supposed to react? what i’m doing now? why is there tears? i don’t feel sad? okay. they're gone. you're gone.”

he saw you this morning. wolf walked you to school. what happened? is this a sick joke?? cause if it is, wolf will beat your ass to death's doorstep himself.

but it’s not a joke and that slams him when he attends your funeral. wolf will be in the back of the room, hands stuffed into his pockets and eyeing your sobbing family and friends warily.

wolf doesn’t participate, hell, he can’t even bring himself to witness you getting buried, but he stays for the eulogy.

just hearing what your friends and family have to say about you kills him.

but it’s also almost like a peace offering at the same time. in what wolf hears about you via everyone else, he realizes that the you that you were around him was only for him. you showed him sides of you that none of these people knew about.

if wolf walked out of your funeral with anything that day, it was a minuscule glimmer of bitter sweet pride that he was the only one that got to love that version of you.

forrest lee

he’s just pissed off. permanently.

cries himself to sleep over you, is sweet to your family at your funeral, and stays through the whole thing

he doesn't know how to process these emotions. grape might lecture him about the 5 stages of grief, but forrest wouldn't be listening.

he'd dig himself a grave, drown himself in whatever he could get his hands on to escape reality.

forrest would pull the dumbest shit and end up driving Hyeongshin into the ground with his carelessness and get beaten a millimeter from death by donald's hands.

but as grape and robin watch on in complete horror and shame, forrest would be on the ground oddly content because maybe, just maybe, donald will deal that final blow and he'll get to see you again.

jimmy bae

he’s a giant softie, he’ll cry until he’s a human raisin as soon as he gets the news.

he won’t say anything to anyone, especially at your funeral. sure, he’ll talk to your family, but it’s short and quiet.

jimmy would definitely stand at your headstone hours after your burial ends. he won’t say anything, but he’s there. and he desperately wants to know if you’re there, too, sitting on your headstone or standing next to him, leaning into his side like you always did when you were alive.

jimmy always complained about you wanting physical affection, but he’d do just about anything now to hear you pout until he let you hold his hand on the walk to school just one more time.

big ben

you broke him. i don't know how else to explain it. ben's screams still haunt whoever was in earshot to this day.

ben's typical optimism and emotional maturity in tough situations will be thrown out the window.

he can't even take care of himself. ben will be too busy laying, numb, in his bed to attend your funeral, but gogo and the others would force him.

bens eyes are dead and he scarily resembles a corpse as he just exists while your funeral commences.

he's a husk of the person he used to be, though it'll take a long while before he's able to start living again.

though, ben will never be the same.

alex go

he disappears. no one knows where he went or if he’ll come back.

ben will try the ocean to see if alex is there, and the first few times he might be, but alex quickly gets sick of being brought back home to where you weren’t there.

alex thinks that if he isn’t in your neighborhood, walking by your school, your favorite store, that cafe you love, you aren’t dead.

it’s easier to process your death if alex is away from all the things that reminds him of you.

alex would drag himself to your funeral and would comfort your mother as your father holds his shoulder and talks about all the things you’d say about alex to them. your dads voice would be wobbly and your mother would laugh through rivers of tears and say how giddy you were after a date with him you’d be skipping through the rest of the week.

if, one day, he does come back, alex won’t say anything. he’ll focus on bettering himself because if he couldn’t protect you from death, what use does he have?

teddy jin

teddy spends his days inside with co. he’s quiet about your death, but not the concerning type of quiet.

it’s almost like teddys pondering why you died, though the cause of your death is public knowledge.

oddly, teddy processes and gets through his grief healthy. he does become more quiet than he was before.

like jimmy, teddy would stand for hours at your burial site. he just can’t nail the reality that you’re gone, even though he sat through and talked at your funeral.

gerard jin

gerard would be suicidal. if he can’t bear the idea that his friend couldn’t perform in his band for one year over burned hands, gerard wouldn’t survive news of your death.

he wouldn’t touch his guitar, and his voice is too weak without you to sing.

he attends your funeral, though, and he tries his hardest to gain the strength to talk to your family.

his mom would hand him your journal/note that you wrote, adamant that this is something he needs to read.

and he does, but he wishes to god that he didn’t.

you wrote to him and about him. every little thing that you two did together, gerard’s quirks that you loved. hell, you even poked fun at him one time or another.

he clings to your words and there’s months of grief in store for him.

when gerard finally starts to get over your death, he’ll write the most beautifully grim song about you.

gray yeon

we’ve all experienced what stephan ann has done to gray, so his reaction to you dying will be almost the exact same.

but this time, gray has friends. ben and alex would help gray start to get back into living again. those two would take him out, starting small and hopefully working back up to what he usually would do before your death.

eugene and gerard would be the silent supporters, eugene being more apt to confront gray and directly asking him what he needs.

rowan and teddy are the two idiots in the corner trying to be serious, but rowan fucks it up and gets smacked by teddy. they’re a distraction for gray, even if for a moment, but a welcomed one.

gray would write to you, telling you about his day and what’s been going on that you’ve missed.

once he’s finished writing to you, he’d walk to your grave and set it down, a small part of him hopeful that somehow you’ll be able to read it.

once he’s more comfortable around your tombstone, gray will take time to sit down and talk to you instead of letters.

eugene gale

poor baby doesn’t know what to do :(

eugene would close up and shun everyone around him.

he’d be mute and refuse to open up to anyone, deciding that suffering in silence is the best way to go instead of bothering everyone else with his grief.

eugene might go as far as to be hostile to ben and everyone else, and that’s when they know something is wrong wrong.

eugene is in desperate silence at your funeral, grasping at air to try and stop himself from crying.

he takes notice of the flowers at your eulogy, oddly. you had never stated what you like regarding flowers, if you liked them at all, so eugene found it odd that there were extravagant bouquets for you.

but when he visits your grave, he’ll bring different types of flowers and, depending on how well the grass above your casket is growing, find out which ones you like.

there’s no logic to this, eugene is aware of that, but it’s something that reassure eugene that you aren’t totally gone.

after months, eugene would sit at your grave and rattle off facts and stories to your head stone just like he did when you were alive.

rowan im

rowan could barely survive through your funeral, having to leave multiple times from sobbing, and visiting your grave is unbearable right now.

he would force himself to stay bright and cheery. he’s the type to make sure that nothing that bothers him will show.

he needs to stay that one friend that can make everyone laugh, ya know?

but more and more, rowan’s grief would seep onto his mask and the group would definitely notice.

it’d start with one quiet day, and then the jokes are less and less, and then for a whole week rowan just gives up.

how’s he supposed to function when you’re gone? you’re his number two, the one person who would go along with his shit and have fun.

how’s he supposed to find fun in mundane things now if you’re not around??

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader

[not-quite-girl-nor-quite-boy]

SO I AM VERY PISSED OFF. I have started this promt like FIVE different times and it keeps on not working so! Here we go. If this dosent work this promt zimply shall not be fulfilled.

Have fun<3 (i didnt)

"Sam!" Dean whisper shouted emtering the library.

"Dean?" Sam said frustrated as he breifly looked up from the book perched on his crossed legs.

"What should we do for cass. Hes seemed kinda down lately." Dean explained.

"Down?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah, like a little unnapreciated, can you really blame him though, i mean he does everything everytime we call him and we really dont do anything in return. Hell we barely thank the guy!" Dean explained getting mad at himself as he realised how true what he was saying was.

"Uh. Speak for yourself. I always thank him, if not immediately then after the fact." Sam said defensively.

"What! No thats not allowed. Im his boyfriend im supoosed to be better than you!" Dean winged as he walked out of the library to the sound of sam chuckling in the background.

~~

"Hey Cass. " Dean smiled. "You ok?" He asked worried at the sight of cass looking so overwhelmed, little did he know it was with joy, if not a little confusion.

"Hello dean. I'm fine, what's... going on?" Cass asked.

"Nothing, just wanted thoight you might feel a little unnapreciated and i wanted you to know how much i value you." He said snaking his arms around him and pulling him closer.

"I know dean." He smiled.

"Yeah, yeah. I know but, i barely ever thank you and apparently sam always has done so i had to be your favourite again." Dean chuckled.

"Of course youre my favorite dean." Cass smiled hugging dean tight and closing his eyes contently.

"Come on, what do you think?" Dean asked gesturing to the table set up in his bedroom.

Cass looked at the scene in front of him smilling at the scene in front of him, he hadn't been allowed watch many rom coms or "chick-flicks" as dean so puts it, but from what he did realise he could tell this was the classic idea of romance. The roses, the candelight, the homecooked meal.

"I love you." Cass stated simply.

"I love you too cass, dont ever doubt it ok?" Dean said smiling, letting go of cass having led him to the table. He pulled the chair out from the back allowing cass to sit down before pushing it back in again. He sat down himself, unfolded his napkin and placed it over his lap.

"So, meal is homemade and only the best for you. However we are still on a hunters budget. So, our fine wine is technically boxed wine i put in a beer bottle so i could still pour it out and make it look fancy-ish." Dean explained.

Cass chuckled before smiling and focusing on dean intently.

"Really though i love you." He said, his voice suddenly serious and eyes longing.

"I know cass," dean said, his eyebrows furrowed in worry as to why he didnt believe him. "I love you too. Really." Dean mimmicked. "With everything i have."

Cass smiled at him and tucked in for his meal.

A/N sorry its late i honestly dont know why it is but here you are.

#spn #supernatural #team free will #dean #cass #deancas #destiel #casdean #sam winchester #research #suptober #suptober2022 #suptober day 7 #suptober 22 #suptober22 #fine wine #good fic #2022 #spn fanfic #supernatural 2022 #castiel winchester #dean winchester #sammy winchester

[drowninnoodles]

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The storm

Bzzt… Bzzt… Bzzt… My phone was buzzing. It was probably the nook miles app, i had just caught a bug- Oh wait. No, its my actual phone. Silly me. Itll stop buzzing in a second, then i can get back to playing. But it didnt stop. I went over and picked it up, and it was another emergency alert. This is what, the third this year? A stark contrast from the 0 in the past maybe 3 years. And its only february. The alert is so long, it barely fits on my screen. It says that a cyclone is coming, which i knew,  that there would be high winds, which i also knew, but theres also a paragraph saying that schools will be closed. Why on earth they would feel the need to bug someone with something like this is a mystery to me. It’s nigh-impossible to miss anything about the storms these days, especially after that time. My parents say its to keep everyone safe, but its getting far to annoying. Before getting back to my game, I switch my phone to do not disturb. I bet everyone will be freaking out about it.

However, even after silencing the phone, I still hear a buzzing sound. I look around the room looking for the source of the sound. As I get closer to my closet, the sound gets louder

I put my ear to the closet and listen.

"Hello?" I hear a quiet voice in the closet

"Barry?" Someone answers

"Adam?"

Oan you believe this is happening?

I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here.

- You got lint on your fuzz.

- Ow! That's me!

- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.

- Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!

- Hey, Adam.

- Hey, Barry.

- Is that fuzz gel?

- A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different.

- Hi, Barry.

- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

- Hear about Frankie?

- Yeah.

- You going to the funeral?

- No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances.

- Well, Adam, today we are men.

- We are!

- Bee-men.

- Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times.

- Wonder what it'll be like?

#youre welcome anon

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😌

I love garlic bread. I always make mine from scratch, but if I am lazy I just buy the frozen ones. It's so good though when it's made with real garlic mixed into the butter..and then add the cheese on top. 🤤🤤

Yeah, the studio has blinds but light still comes through. It's not that bright but the apartment lights are too bright. I'm thinking of getting a side lamp so I can just use that to illuminate the room.

Hahaha yes I am not a writer. I used to read a lot of Stephen King and Dean Koontz when I was younger. Also watched too many CSI and Criminal minds, so all of those plots have been engraved in my brain. I wish I could write.

Yes it makes sense. Funny thing, I've never had brussel sprouts before. It reminds me of a small cabbage. I like all vegetables except beets. And radish. And arugula.

So how many jobs have you had?

I like English and Art. But I hate writing essays in English class. Especially doing that style stuff and all the citing. Hahahaha I'm so glad school is over.

What subject did you like the least?

- CuriousGeorge

hello hello my sweet corn-punn! pasta lover stubbon righty eyebag.. lol

long time no chat here. lol.

ugh i'm not a big fan of garlic bread. I like garlic only in certain food. I like regular sweet dinner rolls with some good sweet cinnamon butter. :D

ah i see.. yeah if that's the case then i think it's better for u get a side lamp or even a stand lamp that u can turn it on without making it too bright but just enough light for u to look around. i always do that in my places where i used to live n even on my current one. or maybe get a bunch of LED lights or something like the long white christmas light that u can tape it along the wall.. i love that kind of light, it's so relaxing.

haha i have a feeling u can actually can write, u just dont know or realize ur talent yet. hahahhaa. n ur mind with that guessing n plot is genius.. i love it. :D

i dont really like crunchy vegies. I dont mind radish if it's cut thins or shreded.. i dont like carrots but if it's shredded or thin cut then i'm still okay with it. so far i can rmember, i like arugula. isnt it like thin small leave kind of vegies?

ouh jobs, i think i hv had 5 jobs in 3 different fields. I used to be a teacher, i used to work in travel agents, and my last job was as a waitress. how bout u?

ah i see. English is fun,, hmm the last time i have art class i think when i was in elementary school. yeah, before i started writing here, i thought it was hard to write essay, but didnt mean to show off, i was actually surprised that i always got A in my english essay. lol. the teacher told me that i can write and i didnt believe her and i thought i could write the essay because of the structure n the rule in writing n because she guides me. I never thought i could write a 6K fanfic. lol

I actually tried to write a story in a blog looooong time ago in a blog. but my ex gf told me that i wrote it too detail bla bla bla. n what she said kinda drag me down so i didnt continue write the story.

my least favorite subjec was MATH, physic and economy. lol. what bout u?

next question?

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #anon answered #ask answered #curious george anon

[theangiediary]

hi angie! I see you're online, you're getting a wincest Wednesday ask. do you have any specific headcanons about Sam and Dean's first time?? who would initiate, what they'd do, where and how? anything that is particularly dear to you

Hi Roni! I was online, just about until I got this and then I had to go out :,) HOWEVER it's almost still Wednesday! To answer your question... Your fic Drywall Dust hits a lot of my favorite first time elements to be honest.

Preseries (or as I like to call it: "canon inspired teenchesters wincest!au")

Angry!sullen!Sam & confused!pretty!Dean (so much fun)

John's offscreen looming presence (what makes s1 my #1)

[I also have a couple ideas about where it could happen if during the series (after John's death, soulless arc, or s8 Confession scene) from a previous ask.]

TW dub con

Something that I personally like/project on is (at least at first), Dean doing it as.. a service and Sam doing it out of lust? For Dean, kind of "straight-with-exception"/aromantic, heterosexual+sam-sexual if that makes sense 😭. He just loves Sam so much! He wants Sam to stay with him. But a key moment for me is the pilot when Dean drives away.

And Sam, well sex for me, especially in fiction, is mostly about Control. Sometimes I'll like the sweet fluffy stuff (Hath's Heaven verse is darling), but mostly I go for Wincest where Sam's general discontent being a "freak" has the added taboo of incestuous feelings for Dean. I love that Sam.. (samgirls look away) has a sort of arrogant willful blindness when it comes to things he wants/times of power. "I know demon blood is bad, but it's to stop Lilith and I can handle it", "it was just college Dean, a reasonable father would have been happy for me to go", "it's totally fine that I had sex with my dream girl on a Dream Girl Murder Case case" (he was right about Cara but that's not the point!). So with all that, I can easily imagine a young Sam that's like "fuck it, I want Dean, I want to stick it to Dad, I want to makes sense of all these nasty feelings I'm having" and thus initiates their sexual relationship. Plus he looks at Dean like he wants to eat him for a good bit of s1, so aggressor Sam just. Fits.

And then Dean, like I said. Would be willing to give Sam anything. Genuinely gets off on Sam getting off (weirdo <3), and hey he didn't expect Sam to want to use his body to do that, but what the hell? "I mean, for you or Dad, the things I'm willin' to do or kill, it's just, uh... it scares me sometimes." Great line.

One fic method is "ignorant to his own attraction to Sam" Dean. Idk how to explain this, like "hello baby brother🥰 u didnt do the dishes😠oh Sam's kissing me what wait no don't pull away ooh that feels good okok u can do this [cut to morning] ..hm. Sam's hair looks nice. [cut to Sam standing in the kitchen] his legs are gorgeous is thAT your dick sammy put on! underwear!😳"

Also Sam has a Big Dick. I don't know where that belongs in all this, just saying. And personally I like smaller-than-average!Dean but that's neither here nor there.

I also realize I could have just written a single little scene, but generally when I think "hc" I think "what TRUTH is IN canon but not explicitly shown/stated?" (example: Dean enjoys having his nipples played with. Cassie kind of does it, but it's a dark shot and he never says it's a kink of his. Still.... he likes it I Know This..)

#i read Too Much and love many many different scenarios #but i think these are pretty consistent themes? #in what i like #Also dont come at me for acearo stereotyping or villainizing sam ok a lot of this is Projection #which is why its 'hc about non-canon ship' and not Meta #ANYWAY #thank you for the ask roni!! #pls forgive the mess🥲 #happy wincest wednesday

[toomanyfandoms02]

Shameless // Fred Weasley

Summary - The gang challenges Fred and the Reader to fluster eachother after each being called shameless.

Word Count - 1.7k

I'm not gonna lie this was hot LMAOO

Fred and I were often compared to eachother. These were usually the words we were called

Outgoing

Spontaneous

Idiots

Humorous

Shameless

Pranksters

Delinquents

These were said by a mixture of people, but most knew us as best friends. I marched the halls with the twins every day, but everyone knew I was a just a little closer to Fred. There was just some connection there. A connection lots of people took out of context.

Sure, we flirted, but I flirt with a lot of people. Theres another word we were called, flirts! Though this had a good majority of my friends convinced that we were in love. It was at the point where people openly talked about it in front of us.

*"Nice ass Weasley!" I shouted as I entered the Great Hall. This drew a few eyes towards me, snickering. Fred turned around and looked to me, gesturing to his bum.*

*"Oh this old thing? Nothing compared to yours." I licked my finger and made a sizzle sound. Everyone was right, we really had no shame.*

And that's what my friends were on about at the moment. A big group of us were sitting in the Gryffindor common room. This included Harry, Hermione, Ron, the twins, Seamus, Dean, Angelina, and Ginny.

"You two flirt all the time without getting all ruffled. How do you do it?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know, it's just how we are I guess." I shrugged to Fred as I answered. He nodded in agreement.

"Matter of fact, I don't think I've ever seen either of you flustered." Dean butted in.

"I say we change that." George said with a simple nod. Fred looked at him with furrowed brows. "I say we challenge them!" It was clear that not one person in the room knew what George was on about, so he continued. "Alright see, I give them 3 days to see who can fluster who first. One of us has to see it though, to know it happened. Can the unflusterables fluster one another you think?" Georges arms were crossed at his chest cockily.

"I think that's a brilliant idea." Hermione agreed.

"That's easy, I'll totally win. I have no shame, no embarrassment." Fred announced with glee.

"We will see about that." I smiled at him with one eyebrow raised.

*Oh its on.*

After barely an hour of thinking about this whole challenge alone in my dorm, I realized that I walked myself right into failure. It wasnt that I though Fred could win, it was that I *knew* I would lose. In the way that I had never really charmed any boy. I didn't have anything up my sleeve. I was really just going to have to wing it.

That being said, Fred was quite the charmer. It was hilarious watching 1st years see him for the first time and swoon over him. Pulling girls in with simple winks and little waves across the room.

But now it was dinner time, so I see this as round one to this weird challenge George has concocted.

I made sure to make my way into the Great Hall nearly unnoticed, walking in with a sea of other students. I immediately spotted Fred and made a beeline towards him. Some of the group spotted me but said nothing, letting me go with my improvised plan.

I stood right behind Fred, reaching my hand into his hair and running my fingers though it. He turned his head slightly to see me.

"Hello love." He smiled at me sweetly. I continued, wrapping my arms around his neck lightly and leaning down so my chin was rested on his shoulder.

"You're hair is so soft." He turned his face to mine, our noses almost bumping.

"Thanks sweet cheeks." He put a small kis on my nose which made me smile, sitting next to him after.

"Nothing? Really? No blushy cheeks, or stuttered speech?" Angelina was flabbergasted clearly, her hands gesturing wildly in the air as she spoke.

"I honestly don't know if it's possible." George shrugged. "I just thought it would be interesting if it was."

"Oh I've got plans don't worry, this sexy ass will be blushing to the moon and back when I'm done with her." Fred looked down to me, smirking. He gave a challenging face.

"I know your deepest darkest secrets Weasley. Don't test me." I raised my eyebrow cockily as the whole group just stared puzzled.

"I wish I could talk to Cho like that." Harry huffed, earning a laugh from most of the group. (Aside from Ginny, who I was quick to tap her hand under the table at the comment. She had told me weeks ago how agonizing she felt.)

Later that night a good portion of the gang was hanging out in the common room again. I had just walked through the entryway and saw Fred sitting on the couch. As soon as we made eye contact he patted his lap. All heads whipped my way. I walked over and sat right on his lap, making myself comfortable. He grabbed my face lightly and put a small kiss on my jaw.

"Where were you love, we missed you." The few first years that had joined whatever conversation was going on looked as if they were going to be sick.

"Just went on a walk handsome." Everyone shook their heads with disappointed looks.

"Nothing, seriously?" Hermione laughed in disbelief. The youngins asked about the situation and it was explained to them. They all giggled about it for a while as we watched. Soon Fred was leaned very close to my ear.

"You should just give up now beautiful, you know you're going to lose." He whispered ever so lightly in my ear. I pushed his face away from mine so his ear was towards me.

"Really cute of you to think so." I whispered back. That was the last we spoke that night seeing as it was 10 pm.

I woke up the next morning hearing giggles from Hermione and Angelina. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. They got very quite as they saw me waking up.

"What are you two up to?" They looked down at the books they had in their hands, ignoring me. Just then I heard our shared bathroom open, seeing Fred come out wearing only a towel hanging low on his waist. I looked him up and down with a smile. "Not bad Weasley. Working out lately?"

I would never admit it outloud, but this one almost got me. He's only in a damn towel. I mean come on, everyone found Fred attractive.

Right?

"Yeah. Maybe you can try this whole thing in my dorm later? Maybe surprise me?" He winked and left the room quickly.

"Hey! Get your arse back here, that's my towel!" The girls followed us close behind, peaking out of the door to watch us in the hallway between the rest of the dorms.

"Oh you want it back? Her you go love." He pulled it right off his body and handed it to me. I knew if I closed my eyes, or covered them, they would count it as a loss for me. So I just maintained eye contact with him and yanked it from his hands. "Nervous?" He squinted at me. Man was the boy lucky there was not one else in these halls at 6 am.

"Never." I replied with a smile and turned away, walking back into the dorm. "Nice try ladies!" I dropped the towel in our hamper and they fell back onto Hermiones bed with a loud groan.

Later that day Hermione, Fred, George, me, Dean and Seamus had free time in Care of Magical Creatures.

"He was literally naked in front of her and she didn't even blink." Mione deadpanned.

"Maybe it's because shes seen it before." Fred elbowed my side.

"You wish." I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe I do." He stared daggers into my eyes.

"At this point I feel like even if you guys made out nothing would happen." George shrugged. This gave everyone a collective evil smile.

"Oh are we doing that now?" I asked as nonchalant as possible. Even with my heart racing a mile a second. Fred looked at me with confusion. "Unless you're too pussy." That wiped the confusion off his face.

"Nope." He grabbed my face and pulled it inches from his.

"I'm just going to warn you, I've never kissed, let alone made out with, a boy before. So I apologize in advance." I laugh-whispered to him, pushing my lips onto his. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer, running my hands through his hair.

His hand traced my jaw with one hand and the other was gripped to my hair.

"Pretty good for never kissing anyone, you sure you arent lying?" He said quietly in between kisses.

"I would never lie to you." He took my open mouth as an opportunity to use his tongue and deepen the kiss. I was ready to give up at this point, this boy was unknowingly ruining me. "Would you ever lie to me?" More questions between kisses.

"Never."

"You like me don't you?" His nose bumped with mine at the question. Starting to kiss up my jaw near my ear.

"Of course love." He laughed lightly, pulling back from the kiss. We turned back to the group which was a mixture of disgust, confusion, and knowing glances.

"Seemed like a lot of whispers for just making out don't you think?" Georges arms were crossed over his chest. We both shrugged.

"Sometimes friends just make out." I admitted, which was a very obvious lie.

"So you would make out with me then?" George challenged. Fred grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him with a glare to George.

"I think I won in a different way than anticipated." George smirked. "So are you guys going to get together or what?" Everyone nodded.

"Was that what this bullshit was about?" Fred asked loudly.

"Yeah of course. Two dimwits you are, walked right into it." Hermione shook her head. Fred grabbed my hand and squeezed it, making me blush furiously.

"I win!" He pointed to my heated cheeks.

"Shut up ares hole." I elbowed his side lightly.

"It didnt even take 3 days!" George cheered.

*Boy are we going to have some stories when we get older.*

#fred weasley fic #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #weasley twins #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter imagine

[bulletsgirl]

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[whitechrysanthemumsandlilies]

Dean had been watching Cas toss and turn in the starched motel bed sheets for coming up an hour now.

It had become almost routine over the past week- spend the day researching, wander the town looking for a new cusuine for Cas to try, come back to the motel, and watch him try and evade his nightmares until the early hours.

Dean supposed it had something to do with his new-found humanity- the gravity of the choice Cas had made weighed heavily on him, Dean could tell, and the nights were the worst. As for Dean's sudden protective instinct over the former angel? That he couldn't so easily explain, but he'd wager it had something to do with the ever increasing tension between them as they worked this case, and the growing list of almost-encounters they'd had navigating their new shared rhythm of life on the road.

He would watch as Cas would shift from one side to the next, screwing up his eyes with a sigh against the slow lightening of the morning light, before his bright blue eyes would finally flutter closed, and Dean could rest.

Tonight though, was different. Cas had been restless since they had gotten back from scoping out the hospital, and what little sleep he had gotten between his routine shifts and turns was frequently interrupted- his eyes darting open as a hash gasp was ripped from his throat, the remnants of his waking nightmares dissapaiting.

The clock was turning almost 02:00am when it happened, and Cas had been staring glassy eyed at the ceiling for a worrying length of time, stock still. Dean, squinting to see his face through the dark of the room, was sure he saw a tear beginning to form in the man's eyes, and was just about to call his name, when a bolt of lightning struck through the sky, illuminating the room and nearly blinding him.

Through his closed eyes, Dean heard Cas bolt upright in bed- and Dean gave his best effort at looking unconscious so as not to give himself away.

Five minutes passed of just the rain beating against the thin window before he heard movement. Eyes still closed, he listened closely as Cas rose from the bed, tip-toed to the door, pulled on his shoes, and slipped out of the door.

Dean tried to talk himself down, he really did. He told himself that Cas was a soldier, a trainee-hunter, a former agent of the lord, and that he wasn't going to come into any harm stood outside of a shitty motel in the ass-crack of Illinois...It was no use. He rose from his own bed, quickly shoved on his shoes, shrugged on his leather jacket, and followed Cas out the door.

After blindly stumbling forward, collar turned up against the wind whipping through the exposed pillars of yelowed concrete, Dean saw him, and all at once- the breath left his lungs.

Cas was stood in the open clearing outside their ground floor room, arms outstretched and face turned up against the rain- his eyes alight, and a wild smile had formed on his face. If he was capable of it, Dean might have laughed- he looked biblical.

Making his way slowly towards Cas, his eyes never leaving his friend's face, Dean found himself stood parallel with him.

Neither spoke, until Cas, lit intermittently by the harsh white light of the lightning and wild eyes still pointed towards the heavens, began-

"Millienia ago, before humans walked the Earth, and God became-" he gestured limply towards the world with his outstretched hand "-this, the angels were allowed to freely roam the growing planet."

Cas's voice had took on a wistful, rumbling quality- just audible above the rolls of thunder shaking the atmosphere around them.

"We were encouraged to marvel at God's wonders- we were to feel, live, breathe the Earth as, one day, humans would. To understand them."

Dean could hardly breathe, each cell of his body alight as he stood, transfixed, watching the streams of rain water tumble down the veins of Cas' neck and down his chest- hypotised by the power the ex-angel radiated as he preached in recollection.

"I remember I was stood, on the edge of the first lake to ever be filled, and I watched as the skies opened- watched as the rain poured onto the barren Earth and thunder shook the heavens, marvelled at the significance of it. In that moment, for the first time, I felt Faith. I knew from then on, I would serve."

Dean, having found his voice, managed to splutter out-

"Cas?", growing desperate for Cas to turn his eyes to him. But Cas was not to be stopped, in full thrall of it now he continued-

"In time, the angels forgot- forgot what it was to feel, to love. As God's power and corruption grew, faith was replaced with servitude." A stranged sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob, came from Cas' throat "I forgot too."

At long last, Cas turned his eyes towards Dean, and he felt himself rooted in place- pulled to the cadence of Cas' voice like a moth to a flame. There was a look in Cas' bright eyes that he had seen more and more over the past week- Longing, Lust, Love-

"When I first touched your soul in hell, I felt it then. For the first time in the longest time, I felt the power of God, of storms, of Earth- I didnt recognise it then, but from that moment Dean, I would follow you. I would follow you into battle, I would fight for you-" again, the strange, strangled sound fell from Cas' lips "-I would fall for you."

The water cascading down his hair, flattening it to his forehead, had made a mirage of Cas' face, but even through that there was no mistaking the next emotion he met Dean with- Want.

They were close now, close enough now that Dean could feel Cas' rapid and ragged breath fanning across his face, hear the pounding of his heart over the belts of thunder still tearing through the sky- 

"I think...that is what it would feel like- to kiss you."

No questioning now, Dean breathed "Cas...", his own want pulling his eyes towards Cas' chapped lips.

"I'm not Divine anymore Dean, but do you think I could be worthy of that? Of you?"

Beyond words, Dean made his reply by closing the gap between them- drawn like a magnet to Cas's lips, his neck, his chest.

Before he knew it, he was tugging Cas past the shelter of the sand-yellow corridor and into their room. Pushing him down on the crumpled double bed, Dean set about his task- he would attest to the miracle of the man before him in the only way he knew how, not with words, but with acts.

Starting at the base of Cas's hipbone, he kissed his adoration into the cold of Cas's mortal flesh, left trails of reveration marked into his skin as he dragged his fingers up and across his taught chest. He felt Cas' breath hitch as a drank the rainwater collecting in his clavicle like sweet wine, and heard his soft moan as he whispered, like a prayer, into his ear-

"May I?"

Cas nodded his reply. Dean slid off of him and knelt in worship before his now bare thighs in the dark of the silent room. Raising his eyes to meet Cas' hooded ones, Dean spoke-

"You're still divine to me, Castiel"

With that, he sank his mouth to Cas, and let the result of his supplication join the symphony of rain and thunder still pounding around them.

.........

When they rose the next day, still soaked to the bone, Cas' eyes were lighter than Dean had seen them in months- like the atmospheric release that comes after a summer squall.

Dean kissed him intermittently throughout the morning- as he passed him a coffee in his, their, bed, as he lathered shampoo into his hair in the shower, as he tugged an extra shirt and hat around Cas' frame to stave off the inevitable cold that would seize them both.

The drive back to the bunker was an easy one, despite the sleeping Castiel robbing him of the full movement of one arm, and the sneezes that had begun to occasionally blur his vision.

The week that followed wasn't so easy- after relaying their research to Sam (who decided, after taking one look at the palid skin of both of them as they trudged miserably through the bunker doors, that he would go and finish the job alone), Dean had placed a final kiss on Cas' head before collapsing into his bed- feeling sicker and sicker as the hours went on.

When he rose from his fevoured coma to check in on him, Cas was tucked neatly into his bed. Dean closed the door with a smile and went about transcribing the updates Sam was sending through about the next victims, counting the minutes until Cas woke up.

The time never came. He barely saw Cas after that, who had stayed holed up in his bedroom for the following three days.

Dean tried to give him space, to process what had happened between them, but with every hour that passed doubt and insecurity crept further and further in. It was on the fourth day that Dean decided he couldn't take any more silent treatment, bursting through the bedroom door to confront a shocked Cas- eyes red-rimmed and lined with bags.

"Hello Dean"

"Look man, I-" Dean steadied his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose "I tried to give you time to, ya know, figure out what you felt about what happened in the motel because I guess it came out of nowhere and maybe I shouldn't have just sprung myself on you but Cas, buddy, you're killin' me here- what's going on with us?"

He turned his eyes to try and meet Cas', but upon seeing them downturned, and his head bowed to face his lap, Dean's heart sank. He went on-

"I get that you regret it but we're friends Cas, next to Sammy you're the only family I've got and I can't just-"

"I dont regret it." Cas interjected quietly, and Dean's head snapped up.

Looking at the man on the bed, small and unsure, a ghost of the man stood, soaked to the bone, in the eye of a storm, Dean felt himself soften.

"What then?" he knelt before him and tilted Cas' chin up so their eyes would meet, searching "Why have you been avoiding me?"

Guilt flashed in Cas' eyes, moving Dean's hand to rest with his in his lap he spoke, barely above a whisper, "I'm not an angel anymore Dean"

"I know, but what does that have to do with-"

"What happened at the motel was- it was amazing. We were amazing. And then we got back here and- we both got sick and..." Cas' tone was getting more and more hurried and frustrated as he reached the part he had clearly been holding in "You were sick and I could help. I couldn't help because I was sick, and I couldn't even heal myself and I just felt so useless and-"

"Woah woah woah Cas, slow down okay you couldn't-"

"You called me Castiel, Dean- Divine. But I've got no grace, no power- I'm just human. So what use am I to you both now?" Cas bit his lip and looked down again, deflated.

"Hey, Cas look at me, listen okay- Hey!" Dean tugged Cas' face back to being level with his own "I didnt mean it like that" he said softly, understanding dawning on him. 

"I called you divine and I meant it- you're beautiful Cas. Stood in that storm, like you belonged there, I was in awe of just the sight of you, but I don't just want you like that, I want you like this too. It was never about you being an angel, or useful, but even as 'just a human'-" Dean rose off the floor to join Cas on the bed "you're still powerful Cas, you're still needed"

Tipping Cas back on the pillow, Dean leant over him- starting at his hand and kissing as he went, he continued "You terrify me, and excite me too. You're still the one who saved my ass, and continues to save my ass even now. You're every bit the angel who walked into that barn and scared us all shitless- the only angel I would pray to, and the man I would kneel to"

Dean hovered above Cas now, placing the last of his kisses onto his temple "Castiel Winchester, you are not and have never been just a Divine tool we keep around. You're our family, and we need you."

It was Cas' turn to tug Dean's face to his own. Eyes wide, he breathed- "Castiel Winchester?"

Dean willed himself to be brave, to break the final seal around his heart and let Cas have it. Leaning back on his heels he replied "Yes. Castiel Winchester. You have been since the start and you still are, Cas- angel or man."

Smiling that same wild smile, Cas scooted back upright "I thought humans only gave each other their names if they were married?"

Dean pulled Cas into his chest, laughing into his disheveled hair "Slow down a bit there sunshine" he kissed his forehead "We have time."

#destiel #dean winchester #castiel #destiel fic #supernatural #I cannot fucking believe #after 6 years #I am back here with you clowns #Posting a fic #for a show that ended months ago #this is the first time I've written a fic since I was 12 please be nice to me #I'm just so distressed over how they ended that I actually cant rest #This is set whenever #I wasnt even a supernatural blog

[hockeyisit]

DAYDATE

Summary: Amelia and Auston hang out in Arizona 

AN: The ending is a little rushed because it was getting really long. 

Word Count: 3,635

Unedited

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Slamming my laptop shut I smile cheerfully to myself. After waking up the next to Auston the day after our first date I apologized profusely for falling asleep on the couch. He had to reassure me that it truly was fine about thirty times before I actually in fact did believe him. Auston had drivin me back to my hotel and had asked me if I was going to be free again before I head back to Toronto.

I had told him I was free and we had made plans for two days later which was now today. I glanced in the hotel mirror as I took in my outfit and makeup. I was wearing some cute jean shorts with a crop top. Auston hadn't told me anything that we were doing except that it was going to be an all day thing starting with lunch. Hearing my phone vibrate from the bathroom I ran over to pick it up.

“Hello?” I ask into the receiver.

“Hey, it's Auston. I’m here in the parking lot.”

“Okay I’ll be right down,” I said reaching over for my purse and sliding into my shoes.

“Can’t wait,” I heard him mumble into the phone. I grinned lightly as I got to the door and unlocked the two extra locks before unlocking the deadbolt. I walked to the elevator.

“I’m hopping on the elevator so it'll probably cut out,” I told him before the call did just that. Once I finally made it outside I looked around for Austons car. Thankfully he was standing leaning up against the passenger door.

“How are you doing today Amelia?” he questioned as he went to pull the door open for me. I grinned at him before walking over and hopping in.

“Perfect,” I responded enthusiastically. He walked around and hopped in the car before turning on the car.

“Me too,” he smiled as he hooked his phone up to the AUX. He opened up his music before debating for a moment and then turning to me.

“Do you want to DJ?” he asked holding his phone out to me. I didnt really want to deal with the pressure so I shook my head no. He seemed fine with that answer and pulled up a song before hitting play and putting his phone down.

“Alright so to lunch. Is there any place that you wanted to try?” he asked as he turned to face me. This was my first time ever being here so I didn’t really have any ideas of the options so I shrugged my shoulders.

“I’m really fine with whatever. Besides Arby’s if you have that here. That place is terrible,” I said with a shudder. He laughed as he pulled out of the parking spot.

“What do you have against Arby’s,” he questioned glancing at me for a second before returning his eyes back to the road.

“Have you smelled it? It’s seriously terrible,” I said as I shrunched up my nose. He nodded his head for a moment.

“It does smell pretty bad,” he laughed back and I joined in.

“I have a place in mind and I promise it’ll be better then Arby’s,” he promised. I gave him a small grin before looking out and taking in the views around me.

“I could never imagine growing up here,” I said truthfully as I leaned back into my chair. He hummed for me to continue.

“It’s so cool, and always warm. I would feel like I’m on vacation every day,” I said as I admired his face.

“I loved growing up here,” he said gently resting his arm on the armrest. He pulled into a parking space outside of a building called Grassroots Kitchen & Tap. He reached over for his phone and opened it to safari before searching something up and then handing it to me.

“Would you want anything from here?” he asked. I took the phone from him to see it opened to the menu. I looked through it for a few minutes before nodding my head.

“Yeah this sounds good,” I said locking his phone and handing it back to him. He grabbed it before turning his car off for the two of us to get out. As I walked towards the door Auston met me in front of the car and rested his hand on my back as the two of us walked towards the host.

“Hi. Table for two?” the hostess asked sweetly. I nodded my head while Auston responded with a yes. She smiled before turning to the other host and then one led us to a table in the back of the restaurant. It was absolutely stunning. There were flowers everywhere and so much natural beauty. Auston pulled out my chair and I took my seat before he moved to sit himself.

I smiled in amazement. I had never felt so special in my whole life. I had dated a few people in my life but I had never been treated as amazing as Auston had treated me just the few times that we had spent together. Auston handed me the drink menu.

“You can get a drink if you want,” he said softly before scanning his eyes over his own menu. I looked between the two menus trying to decide what I wanted. The server came by and greeted us before asking us what we would like to drink.

“I’ll take a lemon drop martini please ,” I said glancing up from the menu and over to Auston.

“Water please,” he said, placing his menu on the table. The server nodded before taking off and leaving the two of us alone.

“You didn’t want a drink?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ll get one at some point,” he laughed leaning forward towards me. I grinned leaning towards him and resting my face on my hand.

“How is it being home?” I asked after the two of us stared at another for some time.

“It’s been good. I’ve seen my family a lot,” he reached for his drink from the server as he spoke to me. I grabbed mine and we quickly placed our order before being left alone again.

“Who all have you been seeing in your family?” I questioned him not knowing much about his family.

“I don't get to see my sisters Alex and Breyana often or my mom and dad so mostly them. I’ve been going over for dinner and what not. I try to spend as much time as I can when I’m home for the offseason,” he said. I took a sip of my drink.

“Sounds like you're pretty close with your family,” I gave him a gentle smile, he nodded his head in agreement.

“How about you? Are you close with yours?” he questioned gently. I felt myself tense up for a second before forcing myself to relax.

“No not exactly,” I said, taking a deep breath. I reached for my drink and took a sip before continuing. Auston noticed my nerves and reached for my hand.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he reassured.

“It’s okay I want to,” I said softly trying to figure out where to start.

“I moved to Toronto to get away from them honestly. I was pretty close to my mom, but she passed away from cancer when I was in high school,” I felt my eyes water for a second before I forced it to go away. Auston’s eyes looked saddened as he took me in. His hand gave mine a gentle squeeze.

“I never really got along with my dad, he’s kind of just an asshole and racist. I haven't talked to him in almost two years. I have twin brother  Dean and Will and then a younger sister Amanda. I talk to them sometimes but they are all still in the states,” I finished softly. His face hardened as I talked about my father before he relaxed slightly.

“How old is your sister?” he asked pulling his hand away as the server dropped off the food. We both started digging in the second that the server was gone.

“She’s 17 so she still lives at home with my dad,” I huffed as I cut into my food. He nodded his head as he took a bite of his food.

“I’ve always wished that I had a close family,” I admitted with a small shrug. He glanced up from his food towards me and smiled gently when he was done chewing his food. I dug into my own food and the two of us finished before being interrupted by our server handing over the bill. Auston quickly swiped it up to pay before handing it back over.

“Alright, ready for our next place,” he said standing up and reaching out for my hand. I grabbed his as I stood up and he led us out to the car.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I raised his hand up under my chin. He looked at me before glancing away.

“Mini golfing,” he responded quietly. I let out a light squeal.

“Really?” I asked pausing our walk back to the car. He held my door open for me while I hopped into the car.

“My little sister recommended this place,” he said closing the door and making his way over to the car.

----

“What color ball do you want?” Auston asked as he reached toward the balls. I took in all the colors before making my decision.

“Blue,” I said, reaching up to tie my hair into a ponytail. As we had stood out in the heated sun I had felt a sweat start to build up. Auston reached for the blue and black ball before foregoing the paper to keep score.

“Don’t want to keep score?” I questionly teased. He placed his hand on my back leading me to the first hole.

“I get pretty competitive and I don’t think I’m ready to show you just how much,” he teased back. I laughed as I reached down to place my ball in place. I glanced at Auston before getting into stance and took my first hit. I wasn’t too horrible when it came to certain sports so I ended up getting the ball pretty close to the hole.

“So your a sore loser?” I joked back. He embarrassedly laughed before nodding his head slightly.

“I don't lose often,” he followed up with. I chuckled at that as I watched him take his stance. He took his shot and got it closer than mine.

----

“Alright next up a hike,” Auston said as he put his seatbelt on.

“A what?” I scoffed. That did not sound like something I would find fun.

“A hike. You know we walk and we explore in nature,” he said, putting his car in reverse. I reached out and placed my hand on his arm.

“But Auston. It’s like really hot out there,” I said dramatically as I pointed out the window. He laughed as he nodded his head.

“It’ll cool down as we hike,” he said, turning into a dirt parking lot.

“But I’ve never hiked,” I tried another excuse.

“I have so will be safe,” he reassured, shutting his car off and leaning into the back seat for his backpack.

“C’mon, I got a surprise for you at the top,” he said, opening my door that I still hadn't opened. I sighed before grabbing his hand and hopping out of the car.

“Okay but do you have water and sunscreen?” I asked, turning to face him. He took his backpack off before opening it up to show me both. I grinned before taking his hand and the two of us started to make our way up.

----

“Oh my God. I swear if we're not almost there I’m giving up Auston,” I grunted breathless from the walk up. I thought that I was in shape but I was seriously out of breath as the Arizona heat beat down on us. Auston glanced over to me and handed the water bottle over to me. I gratefully took it before taking a sip.

“Were almost there. I can see it from here,” he said pointing over to where we were trying to get. Auston himself was sweating just as bad as me but due to his career he seemed to be able to handle the hike better than I was.

“Okay but one second,” I said, stopping needing to catch my breath. We had already stopped a few times up the hill. Mostly because we needed water breaks with how hot it was.

“I can carry you the rest of the way,” Auston offered, interrupting my train of thoughts. I glanced over with my mouth slightly opened before closing it.

“It’s really not that far and I don’t mind,” he walked over to me and crouched in front of me. Feeling like I had no choice I hopped on his back. We were both pretty sweaty but neither of us seemed to mind. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head against his. He wrapped his arms around my legs tightly to hold me in place. He walked the rest of the way to the top which truly wasn't that far and dropped me off on a rock before taking a seat next to me.

“This view is amazing,” I said a few minutes later after both of our breaths had evened out. I leaned my head against his shoulder as I took in the view before us. Arizona truly was beautiful. It was sunset so the sky was so colorful.

“Yeah it is,” he said leaning his head against mine.

“What was that surprise?” I asked as I leaned into him. He suddenly looked a little nervous.

“So I’m not sure if you'll like it but,” he rubbed his neck as he talked before leaning down to reach into the backpack.

“Your surprise,” he pulled out a joint from the small pocket. I felt a grin slowly come across my face as I reached for the joint and lighter that was in his hand. I put the joint in my mouth before lighting it up. He watched with focused eyes as I did all this before leaning back into me and wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I reached up for the joint and moved it to Austons mouth. He took a hit as I held it.

“Great surprise,” I grinned at him as I took in his beautiful face. The sun reflecting on him so perfectly. I took another few hits before handing it to Auston.

“I was a stoner when I was in college,” I told Auston with a small laugh.

“Badass stoner,” he grinned pulling me in closer to him. I laughed lightly before pushing him away to reach for the water bottle.

“I only smoke in the offseason,” he said as I drink my water. I took the joint from him and took another hit. I could definitely feel myself becoming high. It had honestly been awhile since I had smoked because I had a job now and just didn't do it as often.

“You look really beautiful,” Auston murmured into my ear before pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. I felt myself soften as I looked up to him. I took in his beautiful smile and kind sweet eyes. He looked so relaxed and happy. I leaned up feeling courageous and kissed him on this lips. He responded immediately by pulling me in and placing a hot kiss on my mouth. He had both his arms wrapped around me holding me in closely. I pulled back before giggling slightly. He smiled at me before taking another hit.

“We should head down before it gets too dark,” Auston warned as he burned out the joint. I nodded my head before pulling myself up.

“Okay. I am pretty high though,” I told Auston as I leaned into him. He laughed lightly wrapping his arm around me.

“The good thing is that the walk back is a lot easier than the walk here,” he said as we started are descend.

----

“Dinner time,” Auston cheered as we finally made it to his car. I cheered along as I opened my door and hopped in.

“Where to?” I asked giggling as I buckled up. The walk down had been much faster and I was still pretty high.

“Alright so we can go back to mine, I might have food. We can go pick up food. Or we can go pick up food from my moms,” he listed off. I glanced at him when he said mom and felt a little shock run through me. He wanted me to meet his mother already.

“Well I am all in favor of free food,” I responded

“My moms?” he questioned.

“Aright to your moms,” I laughed lightly. He smiled while making the very short drive. He pulled up into his family home driveway and we both hopped out of the car. I couldn't believe I agreed to do this. I was not mentally prepared to meet anyone in his family.

Auston led me to the front door and opened it easily. We walked into the house and slipped off our shoes.

“Mom,” Auston called as he made his way into the kitchen. I followed behind him and immediately noticed three girls standing at the counter. I shrink in towards Auston a bit feeling overwhelmed before forcing myself to relax when Auston grabbed my hand.

“Oh honey,” the older of the three says walking towards us and pulling Auston into a hug. He lets go of my hand to hug her back but the second they are done his hand is back in mine.

“This is Amelia,” he says pulling me forward a little by letting go of my hand and placing his on my back.

“This is my mom, Ema Matthews and then Alex and Bre,” he said pointing to each of them. I smiled at them shyly before waving. They all smiled back warmly. Bre and Alex shared a look of shock.

“We were wondering if we could steal some food,” Auston said walking closer towards the island with all the food displayed. Mrs. Matthews laughed while walking over to the cabinet for some containers. I glanced over at Auston’s sisters and gave them a smile. They were both so beautiful it was almost intimidating.

“Amelia, Auston tells me that you met on the airplane. Are you from Arizona or Toronto?” Mrs. Matthews asked me as she walked towards the counter.

“I live in Toronto. I’m from Illinois,” I said glancing away from his sisters towards her. She paused her shuffling to look towards me.

“Why such a big move?” she asked politely. I panicked as I tried to come up with something to come up with.

“Mom dont hound her with questions,” Auston tried to say, noticing the panic on my face.

“No it's okay, I just needed to get away from my home a bit and I ended up getting a job in Toronto. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up,” I said cutting him off. Mrs. Matthews sent me a small smile.

“Well, change of scenery is always good for the soul,” she said as she finished closing the containers and stacking them in a bag. Auston grinned as he reached over for it.

“Thanks,” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. He walked over to hug both of his sisters before he grabbed my hand and started to lead me to the door.

“I’ll see you guys again soon,” Auston called as he put his shoes on.

“It was really nice to meet you girls, and you Mrs. Matthews,” I said as I also pulled on my shoes. Mrs Matthews had followed us to the door and pulled me into a hug.

“Aw, please. Call me Ema,” she said into my ear before helping us out the door.

“Thank you for the food Ema,” I said as we left the house. She smiled at us before closing the door. I turned into Auston with a smile.

“They seemed nice,” I told him as he pulled me into a side hug. He smiled at me before pulling the door open. Once we were both in the car and buckled Auston started up the car.

“Are we going back to mine?” Auston questioned putting the car in reverse. I nodded my head while leaning back in the chair.

The drive to Auston’s house was really quick. We hopped out of the car and made our way inside and were greeted by an excited Felix who followed us to the kitchen. I glanced at the clock behind Austons head and noticed that it was already 10:20. Auston put the food on the counter along with his backpack. He pulled out another joint and held it up.

“If you want we could smoke this eat and watch a movie,” he said pointing outside. I nodded my head and the two of us walked outside to smoke. He lit it up before taking a few hits. I sat down on the closest seat I could find and Auston sat right next to me.

“I was high when I met your mother. I can't believe I met your mother and sister,” I continued as he stayed silent. He handed the joint to me and I took another hit. I felt myself let out a big yawn as I leaned my head against his shoulder.

Once we finished smoking we went back inside and ate the amazing food his mom had made and put on a movie that I fell asleep to.

#auston matthews #Auston Matthews x reader #Auston Matthews fanfic #Auston Matthews fic #auston matthews imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #toronto maple leafs fic #toronto maple leafs fanfic

[angeltiddies]

eternal skyline of a spotless mind- or the one where the first 5 or so minutes of 15x20 are the only minutes i accept. 

in which i ramble a whole ficlet on accident and y’all i need the full fic. yes there’s a tinnnny bit of smut. also spn 15x20 spoilers slightly 

now i want the fic where dean applies to be a mechanic, gets the job, does real good. he and miracle live in the bunker, sam and eileen moved out a year ago now to follow a job opportunity for eileen. it’s a big place to be alone in. he keeps watching over and over all of the movies he has in a file entitled ‘cas’ favourites’ he sips whiskey, a responsible amount, and pets miracles head while his head is on his lap. sometimes he dives into the lore, he’s glad sam isnt here to give him shit about finally doing his research, but he’s trying to find a way to cas. to save him. and one day he tries to mix up a spell thatll open a portal into the dark nothing and his ingredients sputter and spark and he thinks it’s gonna work this is it, and it just doesnt. the smoke clears, the sparks stop popping, and there’s nothing. and so that night he goes into the dungeon draped in one of cas’ old trenchcoats and he sits in that spot he had to sit years ago and he cries, and miracle sits beside him and he cries because he’s trying he’s trying to live for love he’s trying to do right by cas and he just....he cant...cas died thinking dean didnt...didnt love him. and god, does dean love him. so he cries and he whispers iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou and he falls asleep on the concrete, uses miracle as a pillow but dean doesnt think he minds. and he wakes up in the morning, eyes puffy, and he drags himself to work, and he’s back to square one. and this continues for a while, dean doesnt really remember when he tried the spell, but it’s been a while. a month, maybe more. and he goes into work, and there’s a new car for him to work on. it’s old, a classic, but dean kinda thinks she’s more junk than classic, sue him, and he starts working on it, and he opens the trunk to pop a particularly stubborn dent out of it, the client’s not paying for that but he just can’t let the car be driven around all beat up, and there, right in the trunk, is a trenchcoat. bundled up, and tan and big and dean grabs it, he shouldnt but he does and his heart is beating so fast as he brings it to his nose and smells it and it’s cas it has to be and so he rushes to the front office, demands to know who the client is, when are they coming by and as he’s going completely wild wanting to know everything it suddenly goes calm. because there, in a worn flannel and blue jeans, is cas. castiel. and dean just looks for a moment, to convince himself its real, and then hes rushing to a wide eyed cas and saying ‘you stupid son of a bitch’ and crashing his lips into those ones which he has wanted for and then cas isnt really kissing back so dean stops because he...he cant take anything more from cas, he needs to give and he...he stops himself because what if...what if this wasn’t what cas wanted, so he pulls back, lets his hands linger on the soft of the flannel, and then cas is speaking, head quirked, ‘do i...do i know you?’ and fuck. his heart drops right out of his ass. his knees buckles and hes on his way down when castiel catches him, pulls him up, hand on his shoulder, and he holds on to him. and dean lets out a ‘you don’t remember?’ and castiel says, ‘no. i...i dont i’m so sorry.’ and dean thinks all hope is lost until cas asks, ‘i know this is too much to ask but it...appears i know you, and i kind of just, woke up one day in a field and i...i dont really have anywhere to go..and um’ and hes rambling but he’s determined to get his little angel back, all the way back, so he says, ‘you wanna come home with me, angel?’ and cas grins and dean wants to see that grin everyday of his life. so he finishes cas’ car, lets him trail behind as they drive to the bunker. he doesn’t explain it really, just opens the door and says ‘well, heres the place’ and cas walks in and looks at everything with such wonder. and he brushes his fingers across the gold embossing of an angel on one of the books there and dean just watches, listens to cas breathing, aches to touch.

he sets cas up in his old room, cas quirks a head when he sees all the suits and ties in the closet, says something like ‘now i understand why i woke up looking like a tax accountant’ and hes being good old cas, sticking so close to dean and he’s sitting beside him to watch a movie and miracle is sprawled across their legs and cas says, ‘i could get used to this’ and dean says, ‘yeah cas, me too.’ so they sit and they watch and they repeat that day in day out and the bunker isnt so lonely anymore, and he and cas do everything together, and dean researches spells to get cas’ memory back. he thinks it has to do with the fact that his grace got ripped out in the process, theres a small nick on his adams apple that he recognizes as the place it must have left, but he coughs himself out of thinking about that neck and those lips and that hair and those thighs and- he hasnt kissed cas since the first day, he longs to. he sees the way this cas looks at him and he wonders. he wonders if maybe...maybe this castiel can learn to love him again. and it’s going on a year now. cas works down at the local flower shop and has an apiary on the hill above the bunker, deans still in his same routine of life, and they’re not...they’re in the same place they were before cas confessed. just, in this middle ground, this unspoken something, so as he lies beneath a car he decides, the happiness isnt in the having its in just being in just saying it, so he goes home that night, picks up flowers from a competing shop bc he doesnt wanna spoil the surprise, and sets up the table. cas’ name is still carved there, cas had laughed when he first saw it because “what kind of long name is that,” and dean was bursting with fond. and anyways he lays down a table cloth and lights a candle and waits. shaking in his skin just waiting for cas to get home, and then cas is walking in saying ‘hello, dean’ and running down the stairs, groceries in paper bags overflowing in his arms, and his hair is disheveled and dean helps grab a bag and puts it in the kitchen and waits for cas to follow and see...the set up. and cas asks, what’s this about? and dean looks at cas and takes a deep breath and says, ‘someone once told me there’s happiness in just....fuck...in just saying it so here goes. and its okay if you..if you dont but...’ and cas is getting closer, his head quirked and deans heart is beating out of his chest and he says ‘i love you.’ and then cas is rumbling, ‘dean, look at me’ and so he does, looks up into wide blue eyes and cas is smiling. smiling so big and beautiful and dean wants to hear it he needs to hear it he needs- ‘i love you too, dean winchester’ and then theyre kissing again, kissing and holding and deans a little embarrassed but hes crying and then theyre skipping dinner entirely and cas has his hand on deans bare shoulder and hes shivering into the touch its so overwhelming and he fucks himself down onto cas’ cock and cas digs his fingernails into deans thighs and looks up at him blue and beautiful and overwhelming and deans pretty sure he blacks out when he comes except, he doesnt, because his eyes are open and the lights in the room are all busted and cas is lying there under him looking up, dean thinks so at least, he can’t really see him and so he laughs and he laughs and he’s not really registering what happened, a beautifully timed power outage like something divine saying this is how you met and he’s here still and you finally have him and so he climbs off of cas and grabs something to wash them up and a candle or two from the table and when he comes back, and wipes the damp cloth gingerly across cas’ body he notices cas tense and he sees in the candlelight cas is looking very serious and he stops being sweet just asks ‘cas? whats wrong’ and cas says, ‘dean? dean. dean winchester... dean...righteous soul the one i fell for and will always fall for the one i love the one i have always...’ and dean dives back on top of cas and kisses him senseless because now cas remembers everything before and he remembers everything after and everything now and its perfect

and honestly they still arent really sure what happened except that maybe the spell needed angel mojo so it snagged it from cas or maybe the empty curled itself around cas mind and all it needed was the Loud of too many emotions to overflood it but all that matters is that they are here together.

and then one day, at the dinner table, cas looks at dean and he says ‘dean, will you....’ and he shuffles inside his pocket and presses a box into deans hand and its- ‘will you marry me?’ and dean is practically leaping over the table to kiss cas and saying “yes yes yes of course of course i wanna grow old with you i wanna be with you always in life and death in everything always together”

and cas is crying because he could have what he wanted, he has the one thing he wants most and dean wants him most too.

and then dean is pulling back and cas is looking pensive and he says, ‘there is one thing, dean.’ and dean looks worried so he places his hand on his knee and he says, ‘i want to be human, all the way human.’ and dean looks like he wants to protest or cry and hes not sure which it is but then dean is crying and saying ‘ill help’ and then the next day theyre out with the bees, because cas thinks his grace will do them good, and dean holds cas’ hand in his tightly and follows that little nick on his throat and opens it ever so slightly with the angel blade and tries not to think about how hes hurting the person he loves and he loves and he loves and then the grace is flowing away and dean captures it in a bottle, hands it to cas, who later pats it down in the ground so they can grow a new tree, and dean gives cas two little stitches on his throat and kisses all around them and washes cas hair for him in the shower and then

when the day comes, they go together, they get to live with one another and watch the sunsets on their front porch with miracle and jack and sam and eileen all looking out over an eternal skyline.

#woops this was an accident i #destiel #deancas #destiel coda #spn spoilers #destiel ficlets #spn 15x20 #spn 15x20 coda #angel !! #king !! #long post

[ssamie]

six. she likes someone else, idiot.

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, swearing, 2k+ words, u have langa’s blue hair sorry 

gen masterlist.            “snow” masterlist.

"as promised, here we are" oikawa greeted her as she opened the door to reveal him and iwaizumi. "good morning " she greeted them with a bubbly smile "hey" iwaizumi nodded at her. 

"oh, you're not skating today, y/n-chan?" oikawa hummed "well, i don't want to accidentally leave you behind again" she said as she closed the door behind her. oikawa sweat dropped and nodded along "how thoughtful" he chuckled 

"here's your coffee, oikawa-san" she had a determined look on her face as she hands him the beverage in a disposable cup

"oh... yes.. my coffee" oikawa deeply inhaled a breath of air and took it from her. "thank you, y/n-chan. i didnt think you were serious about it, though" oikawa laughed as he took a sip of the coffee 

"oh, well i thought you'd be bummed if i forgot a promise" she said 

as soon as she looked away, oikawa gagged and shuddered, making iwaizumi sweat drop and look at him in concern. "dude what the hell?" iwaizumi deadpanned 

as y/n looked back at them, oikawa's dread filled expression quickly changed into one of delight as he happily chugged down the drink 

"haha, i was just amazed at this coffee!" oikawa exclaimed with a grin "and y/n-chan made it so its extra special!" 

"oh, that's great!" y/n cheered as oikawa gave her a thumbs up paired with a wink "im glad you like it" 

"yup! looking forward to the next one tomorrow" oikawa chuckled 

iwaizumi watched the whole thing go down with a look of bewilderment. he was just about done with these two and their shenanigans. "dude.." iwaizumi muttered as he watched oikawa gulp the whole thing down "why're you doing this.."

oikawa turned to him with a grin and clocked his head to the side "what do you mean, iwa-chan?" he asked "i told you, y/n-chan made it so its extra special!" oikawa said with a laugh as he threw the cup away at a random trash can

iwaizumi's eyes widened as he watched his friend jog over to the girl and happily start up a conversation 

"jesus christ.." iwaizumi sighed "i don't know if him being like this is a good thing or not.." 

now, its no secret that y/n was attractive. her features were head turning. and her eyes alone could bring a grown man to their knees. she was quite captivating, to say the least. 

so it shouldn't come as a surprise if boys and girls start flocking around her for the same purpose. 

to have her as their girlfriend. what else? 

"hey, hasegawa-chan" a boy greeted her as she exited the classroom. "oh. hello.." she replied with a hint of confusion 

"are you free today? if you want, i would love to treat you to some snacks after school" the boy said with a nervous chuckle. "oh, thank you but.. i have club duties after school." she said "maybe some other time" 

she then walked away from the boy, absolutely clueless to the fact the she was just asked out on a date. 

from inside the room, oikawa watched the whole thing go down with a look of distaste. "hey, hey, iwa-chan!" he slapped iwaizumi's arm. "that boy just flirted with y/n-chan, look!" 

iwaizumi spared him a glance before looking back down at his comic. "i know, shittykawa." he sighed "its no big deal anyways. she declined, didn't she?" he said 

"it doesn't matter! people are trying to steal her before i could even exit the friend zone!" oikawa exclaimed "actually, im not sure if im even in the friend zone yet!" he pulled at his hair in distress 

"i told her we'd be best friends in the future but that means we're not right now, right?!" 

"you're thinking too much, shittykawa" iwaizumi sighed as he pushed him off his desk, since he was hitting his head repeatedly against the wood 

"im gonna follow her and shoo the boys away" oikawa perked up with a determined look on his face. "dont do that" iwaizumi grunted in annoyance. "and you look stupid. your forehead has a red spot now, dumbass" 

"actually, what if i ask her out before they do?" oikawa hummed thoughtfully to himself. 

"you did that already. didn't she say she has the 'boyfriend spot' reserved for someone?" iwaizumi raised a brow 

"whatever im gonna follow her" oikawa waved him off. "dont do that-- and he's gone." iwaizumi merely sighed as he watched oikawa rush out of the door 

"now.. who is that ugly guy?" oikawa muttered to himself as he watched a boy flusteredly hand y/n a letter 

"h-hasegawa-san..this is for you!" the boy exclaimed as he handed her the letter without making any eye contact. "oh.. its a letter" she muttered as she went to open it 

"no! uh- read it later when you're alone.." the boy stammered out "it's a bit embarrassing for me" he said. "oh, okay then" y/n simply nodded and put it in her pocket. "goodbye" she said as she walked away 

"right! bye, hasegawa-san!" the boy nervously waved 

oikawa sweat dropped as the boy looked at her with a lovesick grin even though she just straight up ignored him and walked off. well it's not like he has room to say anything. he's the exact same, if not, maybe even worse. 

"tch. hey" oikawa called out to the boy. 

"me..?" the boy muttered in confusion as he pointed to himself. "yeah you" oikawa raised a brow as he judgingly looked him up and down "why'd you give y/n-chan a letter?" he scowled 

"oh well i -" before the boy could finish oikawa laughed at him in a mocking way. "yeah yeah, save your voice. it's not like i'll listen to you anyways" he said with his usual charismatic smile 

"but don't do that again, okay~" oikawa cooed "y/n-chan doesn't need a boy toy like you! but maybe try with another girl!" he suggested 

he patted the boy's shoulder and waved him goodbye "good luck~" he cooed. the boy watched oikawa walk off with a look of dread and confusion. "what the hell, man?" the boy muttered 

"now, where is she-- another one?!" oikawa groaned to himself as he watched y/n receive another gift 

except this time, it was a from a girl in the first year who was shakingly handing her a bento with a cutesy note "hasegawa-senpai..! um- this is for you" the girl said as she shyly presented her the neatly wrapped lunch box 

"i made it myself, i hope you like it!" she said with a bow before hastily running off with an alarmingly red face. "..?" y/n cocked her head to the side as she waved the girl goodbye "thank you..?" she muttered 

she opened the bento slightly and gasped in awe at the food 

"no! don't be swayed by the food, y/n-chan!" oikawa silently screamed to himself "its a trick!" 

y/n then closed it and continued to walk away.

"yes! she wasn't swayed by the food. that was close" oikawa let out a sigh if relief as he placed his hand over his pounding chest. "maybe i should cook her food from now on" he muttered as he took a mental note for future use. 

"now--" before he could move another inch, he was suddenly crowded by girls that came out of nowhere. literally. 

"oikawa-senpai!" "oikawa-senpai, we made you a bento!" "oikawa-san i made you cookies, see?" "oikawa-san let's hang out!" 

"ah, hey there girls~" he cooed at them. as much as he wanted to leave them, he couldn't just ignore his fan girls. as annoying as they were, they were still his supporters after all. 

"oikawa-san, are you practicing later? can we watch?" "we'll bring you snacks during practice!" "i'll cheer for you, oikawa-senpai!" 

it had been roughly five minutes since the girls arrived. and it had also been five minutes since he's lost sight of y/n. oikawa was starting to get antsy. his sole purpose was to shoo her admirers away and yet he was being bombarded by his own. 

suddenly, the blue hue which he seemed to grow so fond of caught his eye. he turned to look at her, walking so casually while she frowns down at a piece of paper in her hands 

"y/n! -" sadly his voice was drowned out by the shouts and squeals of the girls, although the noise still got her attention 

y/n looked up to see the brunette waving at her with a girl latched onto his other arm. and being the clueless one that she is, she simply waved back with a smile before walking away 

"that might be the girl he liked.." she muttered with a hum. "he mentioned it at the park that night.." 

"ack! she wasn't jealous at all!" oikawa spluttered with a gasp 

"oikawa-san what are you talking about?" "do you like someone?" "what?! oikawa-senpai, you like someone?!" 

oikawa waved them off and hastily ran after the blue haired girl. "y/n-chan!" oikawa exclaimed as he slammed their classroom door open 

y/n, along with the rest of the class looked over to him in confusion. ".. yes?" y/n replied "ah sorry" he sent the class a peace sign before rushing over to her side 

"i was gonna ask --did  anything interesting happen just now?" he mused with a huff "did ya maybe get something from someone..?" 

oikawa, bless his heart, was trying to be as discreet as he possibly could. though it's not like he has to try since she was probably as dumb as a rock when it comes to shit like this. 

"oh.. i got a letter and a gift" she said as she shuffled through her bag for the said things 

oikawa dramatically cried in his mind as he looked away from her. "she has no shame! so she really doesn't care about my feelings!" he muttered to himself in distress 

"its this." she said 

oikawa reluctantly faced her with a furrowed brows and quivering lips, ready to throw the love letter and bento away. that is, until he actually saw what the 'letter' and 'gift' was. 

"uh what is this?" oikawa sweat dropped as he pointed to the pair of school shoes and a note from the dean. 

y/n sulked as she reluctantly started removing her converse. "i got in trouble today" she said "apparently, im not allowed to wear these" she said as she stuffed her shoes in her bag and slipped the school shoes on 

"well yeah, everyone knows that" iwaizumi sweat dropped. "then how am i gonna skate?" she faced them with exaggeratedly teary eyes as she uncomfortably moved her feet about 

"guess you're gonna have to make do with that" iwaizumi comforted her 

"is that all you got?" oikawa asked again 

"oh. i actually got a love letter and a bento. but that's about it" she casually replied 

oikawa gave her a painfilled smile and a thumbs up. "ah. i see." he grimly replied. "well.. aren't ya gonna give them a response?" oikawa asked followed by a strained laugh 

"i can't.." she mumbled with slight embarrassment 

"why not?" iwaizumi asked 

"i can't read it.." she admitted, her face gradually getting hotter and hotter from shame 

"what?" 

"i can't read it!" she covered her face with her hands "japanese is still hard for me! i can only understand certain parts!" 

"and i also ate the bento because i was tempted!" she confessed 

oikawa and iwaizumi sweat dropped and nodded along. "i see.." oikawa laughed 

"well it's no problem" he said. "you can choose not to respond. you're not really obligated to, anyways." 

"really? that's great!" she perked up. "i didn't know what to do anyway" she chuckled "i could only understand parts of the letter cus i wrote it for reki!" she said 

"im glad im not stuck in that pinch anymore.." she sighed in relief "im not used to people liking me.." 

iwaizumi watched as oikawa's face visibly fell at the mention of the redhead's name. his already pained smile quickly turned into a frown. 

"y/n-chan! can you come here for a sec?" one student called for her "oh sure." y/n replied before quickly making her way to them 

oikawa pouted and trudged over to his seat, plopping himself down on the chair and resting his head on the desk with a huff 

"so, what'll you do now?" iwaizumi asked as he glanced at his friend "dunno" oikawa replied 

"hey iwa-chan. am i ugly?" he asked. "i was gonna say yes but that'll be too mean at the moment. so no, shittykawa. you're not." iwaizumi replied with a sigh as he put his comic away 

"is that reki guy hotter than me?" he asked again. "i dunno, dude" iwaizumi shrugged "i mean, probably." 

"do ya think i have a chance? i mean, i always get with girls so easily!" oikawa huffed. iwaizumi rolled his eyes and hit him on the head with his fist. "wanna know why you don't got a chance, shittykawa?" he said 

"ouch -- yeah sure, enlighten me, iwa-chan" oikawa replied with a wince 

"its cus she likes someone else, idiot." 

oikawa rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his hand, watching y/n converse with another student from across the room 

"just how amazing is this reki guy anyway?" 

"I HAVE 40, 000 YEN AND A SKATEBOARD!" reki exclaimed as he slammed the money and the board down before cherry "IS THIS ENOUGH TO VISIT Y/N, CHERRY?!" he asked with an excited smile 

"for a plane ticket!" reki replied "do ya think if i sell this skateboard i'd get at least a thousand yen?" he asked 

cherry sweat dropped and pushed the things away. "what is this for?" he asked with furrowed brows 

cherry watched the boy fuss with a smile of amusement, chuckling lightly to himself as reki starts listing down the jobs he's done for the money. "a plane ticket costs roughly 15 thousand to 30 thousand yen. with your budget now, you won't be able to afford a trip back home" cherry explained 

"whaaa?" reki groaned out "then i have to work more? but thats so boring! i haven't skated in forever for this!" he whined 

cherry patted his back as the redhead sulked. "don't worry, we'll be going with you anyways" he said "you can borrow money from the gorilla" cherry suggested with a smile 

"why not from you?" reki raised a brow. "because i don't want to." cherry replied 

reki sweat dropped but nodded anyways. he gathered the money and the skateboard before running on his way over to joe's restaurant. 

"JOE HELP!!" reki exclaimed as he slammed the restaurant doors open. "yo, what the hell?!" joe yelled back as he watched reki rush over to him and cling on his arm with a cutesy pout 

"hey hey, joe~" reki cooed "can i borrow money from you? i can right? right? great!" he exclaimed "i'll need 20 000 yen atleast!" reki said with a grin as he held his hands out expectantly 

joe spluttered as he stared down at the redhead. "hey, who said i'll give you money?" he scowled 

"cherry did!" reki exclaimed 

"kaoru.." joe muttered through gritted teeth. "that damn brat." he sighed. "whatever. i'll give ya money." he said. "it's to see y/n right? we've been planning on visiting soon anyway" 

"really?! great! can i have it now-" reki was cut off by joe's laughter. "no, no" joe cooed

"you're gonna have to work for it" he smirked as he pulled out an apron and a menu and shoved it into the redhead's arms. reki's expression morphed into one of dread as he held the apron against his body ".. am i supposed to be a waiter?" he groaned out 

"you're a smart one, aren't ya?" joe said in a teasing tone 

"but why do i have to work?" reki whined. "oh, cmon! it's for y/n, don't ya care about her?" joe taunted him 

reki sent him a glare and reluctantly put the apron on. "for y/n.. sure" he muttered with a blush of embarrassment as joe started ruffling his hair like a child

"hey, joe.." reki trailed off "if i have to work.. the shouldn't he be working too?!" he shrieked out as he pointed to miya who was quietly sitting by a booth. "hah?!" miya exclaimed "i actually have money, unlike you, you slime!" he yelled 

"how?! you're thirteen!" reki shrieked out 

"and you're seventeen but poor! shut up and take my order, slime!" miya hissed back at him 

"i hate you!" reki hissed back "im not letting you near y/n after this, just so you know" he said. miya simply rolled his eyes and huffed. "shut up, slime. i want a drink." he said 

"you shut up" reki muttered back in annoyance, but quickly wrote the order down anyways 

"haha, keep this up and you'll see y/n in no time!" joe cheered as he patted reki's back. "why can't you just give me money, dude?" reki groaned 

joe laughed and sent him a cheeky wink "gotta milk the opportunity, you know?" he mused 

"so you're just using me!!" 

ppl r asking for them to see y/n skate,, dw that's coming soon haha,, and reki and the others are also appearing soon :) 

"exactly!" 

sorry for the spelling / grammar mistakes if there are any :<

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #hq x y/n #haikyuu x y/n #hq x reader #hq x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyu x y/n #oikawa x you #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #hq oikawa #oikawa tooru x reader #reki kyan x y/n #reki kyan x you #reki x langa #langa hasegawa #sk8 infinity #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 x reader #seijoh x you #seijoh x manager #aoba johsai #oikawa tooru x y/n #miya chinen x reader #haikyuu tooru #tooru x y/n

[shcherbatskya]

chapter two is out here! or read below the cut!

Dean turned the key to unlock the door. they all stepped inside, still in their moment of Revelation. the silence was eventually broken by jack saying, “why’s it empty?”

“It’s ‘cause our furniture isn’t here yet,” Cas explained. Dean tacked on that it would be arriving sometime today. In the meantime, before the stuff arrived, Dean took the time to explain what exactly this endeavor meant for everyone. He had applied online for a mechanic job the week prior, they had only gotten back to him to tell him he got the job the day before. Dean was still reeling from everything happening so fast. it’s like everything hed wanted for so many years was finally coming to fruition, and it was an adjustment.

Cas had signed both Jack and Claire up for school. Jack was going into first grade and Claire into her senior year of high school. Obviously, Claire was older than that, but she could pass as younger just for a little while, while everything was sorted out. Plus she could gather valuable intel that way. The hard part would be getting her to agree to this plan. Jack, on the other hand, was completely thrilled about starting school. He couldn’t wait to be able to have friends his own age. Cas didn’t have much to do throughout the day, but with the other stay-at-home parents in the neighborhood, he was sure he could find some way to help out.

Snapping out of his daydream, Dean took the time to explain how everything would go in the next month or so. “I got a job at the repair shop down the road, Cas will stay here and look after everything, Jack will go to school like we planned, and Claire, we sort of set you up in school again.”

“Wow, you guys are really on a kick of making life decisions without asking me arent you!”

“Claire, it was the best option at the time, we needed the intel from kids that age, and its not like Dean or I could just walk in and ask,” Cas explained.

There was no doubt about it, she reacted as expected. Even though shed only been out of school for a year or so, she’d never enjoyed it when she was involved, so the thought of going back made her sick to her stomach. Since there was really no where to stomp off too, as the entire house was empty, she settled for sitting on the floor behind the kitchen island to process. Some ten minutes later Dean came and sat down on the floor next to her.

“Look, I get it. Nothing can be perfect for us, but sometimes you just gotta tough it out and it’ll be better than you think.”

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(This is a flashback to the action point just so everyone knows whats happening)

It was a normal Tuesday evening. The couple was eating dinner just as normal. Quiet conversation, and unspoken glances were commonplace for them, so the feeling over eerie silence was nothing new, and neither thought anything of it. They didn’t even hear the sound of the door open. Did the door even open?

The husband reached across the table for the salt, his wife screamed in horror when she caught sight of the tall hooded figure above him. The town was small and she shouldve known who it was at first sight, but unfortunately, when youre about to be stabbed, those things dont come as easy. She reached across the table for her phone to call 911, but she didnt make it before the figure had stabbed her husband and was moving on to her. Those were the last thoughts she had before being found in a pool of her own blood the next morning.

The neighbor had heard them and called the cops. News spread like the blight, and everyone was taken in for questioning, so far, no motive or prime suspects had been declared. It had been a month since, and the police presence was now slim to none, even though almost no progress had been made into the actual investigation. That’s just how it is when you have to solve a murer case with nothing to go on but a dead couple and a town of suburbanites.

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(this is bak in normal time just fyi)

After about half an hour of just trying to process what was happening, Claire was ready to go back to join the rest of her family in putting their furniture together. Cas was sitting on the floor in front of what looked like it could be a table, if you positioned it correctly.

“You need some help?” She asked.

“Yes, if it isnt too much to ask, I could use an extra hand,” he gestured to the manual, “it says you need two people here anyway.”

Claire sat down next to cas and took the manual from his hands, “what step are you even on? None of the pictures look like whatever you’ve managed to create.”

Upstairs, Dean was trying to show Jack how to use an impact driver, “look, I know youre only like what? Five? But its never too early to learn how to use a set of tools.” He handed the tool over to Jack, it looked wildly disproportionate in his hands but that’s not what mattered, what mattered was the fact that he was having a bonding moment with his son, a positive one too. He was bridging the gap of what he missed in his childhood, and giving Jack what he had wanted.

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The next day was spent almost exclusively on introductions. First they went over and greeted their new neighbors on each side, Tracey and Paul Wayne on their right, and Peter and Vicky David on their left. It seemed to them that neither of them had much of a clue as to what was going on regarding the murder, seeing as that was not mentioned even in passing. However it could be basic politeness and not wanting to scare your new neighbors away. Both couples were in their mid-fiftes and greeted them kindly. The Waynes had a wooden statue of an eagle with some pro-America quote on it, and that was one of the most memorable things about them. The other memorable thing was their brigh red Volkswagon Beetle in the driveway. Dean silently noted a love of older cars as something to connect over in case he ever needed to get closer to them. The Davids had 6 small dogs, and that was their defining trait, they seemed like the people to have “I love my shitzu” stickers plastered all over their car, but they seemed like fine enough people.

The next thing on the agenda was when someone rang their doorbell. It was a woman about their age, who had come to their door both to introduce herself, and to inform them of a house party happening later that night. The woman introduced herself as Hester Stewart from two houses down. Both Dean and Cas were glad to see that there was someone their age who didn’t have a strange amount of pets, or questionable taste in outdoor decor. They made introductions of their own, Claire and Jack even briefly appeared to say hello. They asked her for more information about the party, and she explained that it was being put on by the HOA president to distract from all that was happening, “I guess she figured one shindig would make everyone forget about the murder that happened a few houses down from her house.” She gestured down the road and to the right, apparently in the direction of the woman’s house, “Also she did ask me to invite you, I’m not just asking you to show up without anyone’s permission,” she clarified.

After that they thanked her and went on with their day. “Do you think we should attend the party later today?” Cas asked. Not looking up from the loveseat he was putting together

“I think I was planning on it, it’d be a good way to get out and meet people, not to mention gather details on what’s happening around here without looking suspicious,” Dean replied, flipping the page in the manual.

Cas agreed. Usually events like this weren’t his thing, but he could suck it up for an hour or two if it meant gathering intel. He made a mental note to prepare for more events like this one, and pushed it to the back of his mind. He found himself having to do that more often since becoming human. His angel brain could process more information than any human by hundreds, but downsizing the amount of space in his brain was an adjustment, and he found himself having to push things of the back of his mind more often.

Claire had been eavesdropping from the top of the staircase for the past exchange. Truth be told, she was almost excited to ‘meet the new neighbors’ in such a domestic fashion. She had just gotten off the phone with Kaia, she was showing her the layout of the house, as well as updating her on the situation she had gotten herself into. “They really put you back in high school?” Kaia had asked, thinking about how if anyone had done that to her, she’d’ve put up a lot more of a fight.

“They really put me back in high school,” she had replied. Maybe deep down she did want to sort of have the closure she missed in her high school years.  She missed Kaia a large amount for only not seeing her face to face for a little less than a week, but she had learned from all she’d lost, that she just had to let herself feel her feelings.

They all gathered in the empty living room shortly after. Cas explained the whole plan to Jack and her. Jack was thrilled to be getting out of the house, and getting to see new people. He’d always been a social person, even before becoming a child, but that certainly amplified his social need. This was part of the reason Dean and Cas wanted to get out of the bunker in the first place. Now that they were actually in a position for him to make friends his age, they were certainly going to make that a priority. Dean had noticed that there were more than a few kids Jack’s age in his walk around the neighborhood earlier that day.

The hours before the gathering came faster than expected. Everyone was in a rush to change into nicer clothes and make themselves not look like they’d been putting together furniture all day. (they had, but it was the act of making themselves presentable that matters in this case.) After all, weren’t first impressions the most important? Dean hadn’t really taken account the need for nice clothes this early on in his endevour, so the nicest things he had were a button down and his spare pair of jeans. Not that anyone else was much better off. Claire was wearing a skirt with a jean jacket and combat boots, Jack didn’t change at all seeing as he didn’t see the need, and who were they to argue. Cas was probably the most normal looking of them all, with his blue suit jacket paired with some jeans.

#pspspsps you want to reblog my fic #dean winchester #castiel #claire novak #spn fanfiction #spn #supernatural #jack kline

[jaketism]

OOH also we're doing goldfinchnatural tonight what are your thoughts on goldfinchnatural

i think if dean was willing to read the goldfinch it would make him insane. or he'd just completely miss all of the subtext and be like that was boring as shit sam why did you make me read it. sam read it when it came out which i've already posted abt before i think he got the subtext and liked it but didnt obsess over it.... theo would hate spn as a show i think (hes just not into that sort of power fantasy and he would absolutely not be willing to watch it for homoeroticism reasons) boris would think it was fun. pippa had a superwholock phase in high school ive decided. not like wore shirts in public but like had a tumblr and posted about it type phase. 

if we're talking crossover. i got very thorough and made tables which i will now turn into paragraphs so here goes.

if we're talking about adult theo dean would microaggress him if it's kid theo dean would immediately be like Parent Mode Hey Kiddo Ya Know I Lost My Mom Too, It's Not Your Fault, Sometimes Shit Just Happens And It sucks. adult theo would think dean was an animal, kid theo would be ticked off by being babied. sam would like. pity grimace at theo. he’s had years of practice w dean’s I Don't Feel Anything Shut Up shit but like. knowing there's two of them and that they're still so sad in radically different ways would make him just really sad? theo would respect sam. cas would get on fine with theo. he's just sort of some guy to xem. theo would think cas was impolite for missing social intricacies or being blunt which makes me sad. but it's what i think. jack wouldn’t get why theo acts like he does, sort of how he doesnt get why dean is so repressed. he just doesn't clench up around themselves the way theo and dean do. theo would find jack exhausting.

dean would either think boris was shady as hell or think he was just. SO cool. If we're talking kid boris dean would maybe try the hey kiddo thing but it'd be kinda like ben where he has to switch to a more frank approach because boris is so determined not to be delicate (and let's be honest he's pretended long enough it's become true). adult boris would think dean was a delight. he'd probably say something catty to theo about dean being his new best friend. sam would think boris was shady as hell!! no trust whatsoever immediately like Dean This Guy Is Bad News. boris would think sam was boooooringggggg but if he found out about either of the hot girl summers he'd be OBSESSED and pester him like what did demon blood feel like do you think i could try some would it kill me? all men who are not dean (and i guess sam) are just some guy to cas this is very boring. boris would think cas was funny in a wind up toy sort of  :/ jack would be freaked out by boris bc boris just unabashedly does shit jack has been taught is Wrong And Bad. boris would be suspicious of jack. too nice he must be up to something no one's just that nice because they're nice.

dean would be nice to pippa but idk if she'd stand out to him as anything other than another civilian until she mentioned she'd read the books (which. idk im not super attached to that idea bc it makes it hard to navigate how they'd interact) which like usual would freak him out a lot. unless its kid pippa in which case once again Hey Kiddo How's It Going Mode would be engaged. adult pippa would pity dean. books or not she just feels bad for him. sam and pippa would be very quickly like Hello Fellow Intellectual they'd talk about music and books and basically all the shit dean won't talk to sam about also i think if they talked long enough they'd end up talking about theo/dean and being like it just sucks he hates himself too much to just let himself be happy huh. if she's read the books she'd be respectful of their privacy and maybe assume that lots of it was dramatization… like just put distance between them and the characters she read about when she was a teenager. i think cas and pippa would get along pretty well. cas deserves some non winchester/winchester circle friends. idk what they'd talk about but i think they'd have a nice time. i think she'd be great with jack. i don't have much else to say i just think she's good with kids and more broadly good with people but it's hard to really know through the theo lens.

#asks #the goldfinch #supernatural #leo.txt #this is So Long Holy Shit #THEE dean? #bloodfreak #jack #self hating angel of thursday #goldfinchnatural