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Pies

Imagine somehow you offended Dean, so to pay up you make him some pies.

This is fairly short and sweet.

Day 10. Pies.

With a careful sigh you coax another pie out of the oven, wiping the sweat from your brow. Smiling contently to yourself you set the final and fifth pie down on the counter to rest.

You don't quite know why you decided five pies was a good number to make up for what you've done. But it seemed fitting, and since Dean typically is happy with just one pie, five should make him the happiest man alive.

Taking off the apron you relax, sinking your back into the cold embrace of the chair. You hear a car door sound outside, signaling Dean has now returned. Counting the seconds on your hand five.. four.. three.. two... and one. The door opens to a slightly less pissed off Dean than what left a few hours ago.

"Hey Dean-o, I made some apologies for you.." Signaling with your hand you direct him to the pies. Immediately you can see his face light up.

"Oh hell yeah! You should piss me off more frequently if this is the apology I get!" He quickly starts engorging himself on the pies.

"Dean... those noises are borderline pornographic." Sighing you lean back in the chair. "But, if this it what it takes for you to forgive me, then I'll do it thousand times over. Even if the noises are-" You shudder slightly, mostly for comedic effect. "-oh so awful."

"Eh, it's alright. You're forgiven. Now have you tried one of these? They're delicious! I'm in pie heaven!" Dean hands you a slice of pie. And together you both enjoy the hard work you labored over. Now wether you're referring to the pies or mending the relationship... I'll leave that up to debate.

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Bats

Somehow a bat flies into the bunker, how do the Winchesters react? (Contains Sam and Dean.)

Day 9. Bats.

Sam

He's probably the first one to notice in complete honesty, he heard some weird squeaking noises, went to check it out and low and behold. It's a bat.

Is noticably not all that thrilled, as now he's the one who's going to have to catch it. (You and Dean both claim you can't because Sam is tall enough to reach, you two aren't.)

But nevertheless Sam gets decked out with some choice armor, gloves and a hat.

And with you and Dean supporting him he manages to snag the bat.

Of course Sam being Sam he does educate you a little about bats, telling you about what they eat, and how to release them.

You being you, you ask questions and eventually you now know way more info about bats than you could ever need.

After the whole incident you conveniently find little plastic and rubber bats in a local store.

Sam is not pleased when he finds all the Rubber bats you leave around, but he does enjoy casually throwing them at you from time to time.

Dean

Absolutely despises the little fella, it found his pie before he got to eat it. Now a lifelong grudge has been established.

If only to spite him you start learning all about bats, just to tease him. He's not thrilled.

Once Sam tosses the bat, (now clean of pie) outside Dean relaxes a little. He's not necessarily afraid of bats but he noticably doesn't really like them.

Now he starts putting up precautions and such to keep little creatures like the bat out. In theory it works but you've never actually seen the traps work on any animal.

Maybe the animals simply like just terrorizing Dean's pie instead of him. Or at least that's the conclusion you've both drawn.

And that decision is probably the worst decision any local animal in the area could have ever made.

Now with Dean it is possible to instead of just plastic and rubber bats, get a multitude of animals and make a small mini pie being destroyed by various creatures.

Dean is obviously horrified and threatens to wipe out most of the animal population if they ever tried. Making you giggle.

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Witches

You bought a bunch of witch figures, they're all adorable (to you at least) and now Chuck gets to deal with them all over his house.

Day 8. Witches.

Normally it would not be a good idea to potentially piss off a God. But either no one bothered to tell you that, or you just simply don't care. In actuality you don't really know how Chuck will react, you can only hope he'll find the same amount of joy in the little witch figures like you do.

In the distance you hear the noise of a door opening and closing. Chuck has finally arrived. "Honey..? May I ask why?" His voice rings out into the room.

You smile and chuckle softly. "And here I thought you knew everything~" You tease him gently.

"Oh I do, I just know you like explaining things. So, explain away my little agent of chaos."

"Well~ I just saw them in the store, and it made me think. You mentioned that you never really celebrated Halloween much and I decided that while bombarding a house in witch figures ain't really a Halloween tradition, it is done on a more minor scale frequently. And since you've missed out on a ton of celebrations I figured I'd make up for lost time!" You beam happily at Chuck. Clearly happy with your work.

Chuck simply smiles and raises an eyebrow. "Alright, you know that if you truely want to make up for lost celebrations you'd need a whole lot more witches right?"

Pouting you grumble softly. "The store ran out of figures.. And I was going way over my budget."

"It's alright Hun, I'm certain I'll experience a whole adventure with you this Halloween. Don't fret over making up for lost years."

"Did you plan something? That sounds suspicious..." You narrow your eyes at Chuck sightly, trying to decipher his actions.

"Don't worry, it's just something small. You'll enjoy it, and it doesn't inturrupt any of your other plans." Chuck walks up behind you and rests a hand on your back. "Now, how many witches are in my house?"

"Twenty." You're still watching Chuck, now curious about what he's planned.

"Twenty?" Chuck raises an eyebrow again. "I figured there'd be more~"

"Oh hush, they're about the size of my hand! Those did not come cheap. And I made sure to hide them in all the right places~ You'll never see them coming... Except you will, but maybe you'll forget."

"If it'll make you happy I'll do my best to forget you've placed six witches in my bed, perfectly hidden beneath the covers, postioned so they'll roll to me when I lay down." Smiling Chuck laughs a little and walks off, but not before saying one last thing. "I love you sweetie, and I love the chaos you bring to my life."

Blushing softly you reply. "I love you too Chuck."

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Ghosts

You are stuck in a fairly dangerous position, but luckily for you, you're gonna be saved, by your favorite archangel, Gabriel.

Day 7. Ghosts.

It was supposed to be simple, a nice easy salt and burn. But now you're pinned to a wall, unable to move. With no one around to save you. Or at least that's what you thought...

You're fairly unhappy, being pinned to a wall ain't all that fun. But what is fun is your local archangel. Your mind wanders to him as the ghost continues to try and kill you.

Mostly unknowingly you pray out to Gabriel. And he answers, immediately you hear the rustle of feathers.

A rather comforting sound, especially as you're being choked out. Through the glaze of your mind due to the oxygen deprivation you're barely aware of the ghost being thrown off you and their body burning away.

You're also unaware of a slightly panicky archangel who now quickly grabs you and flies you back to their home.

When your body recovers enough and your mind returns from the edge of sleep you realize that you are no longer in the unsafety of the abandoned house.

Getting up you wander about until you find Gabriel. He's chilling on a couch, still worried but he knew you'd wake up.

After making sure you're feeling alright he returns more or less to his playful attitude, joking around.

But you can't help but notice how he seems to be paying a bit more attention to your health and safety. Like how all the sharp stabby objects have miraculously dissapeared, and some wards are up.

He won't mention it unless you point it out, but he simply claims he was redecorating. But you know better, he's worried.

He doesn't want to see you hurt, not from anything, especially not from anything he owns.

Over the next week or so he's gonna be especially cautious, keeping a careful eye on you. Watching over you.

Not a single bad event shall happen to you, not while Gabriel can help it.

If you continue to hunt everything will seem slightly scared of you, you'll have a hunch on why but they won't fess up why they're scared.

Acting on your hunch you call out to Gabriel. Noticing a distance lack of wing fluttering tells you he was already watching. Telling you everything you needed to know.

But how you react to his protection is up to you.

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Cats

Castiel sneaks home a cat family in the bunker, now both you and him are trying to hide it.

(Written as headcannons.)

Day 6. Cats.

Doesn't matter how he finds them, but now they're here. A small family of kitties, mother included.

You probably found out due to muffled meows all over the bunker, no matter where you go you hear them. Turns out they snuck out of Cas's room and were parkouring all over.

Snatching one from a potentially dangerous ledge you immediately book it over to Cas. Knowing no one else in the bunker could be to blame.

Castiel fesses up fairly quickly, all you had to do was hold the kitten in front of him and he guiltily looks away. Then he begs you to help him hide them.

The kittens were in a dangerous area and Cas simply couldn't leave them there. And he certainly couldn't just leave a new mother on her own like that!

You both start prepping a spare room in the bunker where you could hopefully leave the kittens safely without needing to worry. The room wasn't really used by anyone else but it was still up to chance if the cats were found.

After a week or so the room is pretty much finished. You had to work carefully to ensure Sam and Dean didn't find out. However... Dean may not know there were cat's in the bunker, but his allergies did.

Occasionally Dean would sneeze, making both you and Cas tense up, worried he was gonna figure it all out.

Luckily Dean was frequently gone on hunts, so for the most part he was clueless, but that couldn't last.

After a week or so, Dean realized something was up, Sam realized earlier but didn't really feel the need to investigate. He had a hunch and knew that if you needed help you would ask.

Dean in all his sneezing glory followed his nose, and found the room. While you and Cas were both coddling the kittens. You both immediately froze and stared like a deer in headlights at Dean.

Surprisingly Dean wasn't too mad, especially after a kitten ran up and started attacking his shoes. A rather cute display that both you and Cas awed over.

Sam came in the room shortly after, a little daredevil kitten decided to climb up his jeans and try to climb his shirt as well.

Successfully the kittens won both Sam and Dean over, just what you trained them for, you and Cas were so proud.

In the end all of you played with the kittens for hours, spending as much time with them as you could before you found them better homes, but that didn't stop you nor Cas from occasionally sneaking in to make sure they're ok.

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Skeletons

You decide to terrorize the bunker with a bunch of mini plastic skeletons, no one is safe from the undead onslaught. (Contains Sam and Dean.)

Day 5. Skeletons.

"Hey uh, can I ask you something?" Sams voice reaches your ears, bringing you out of your little chaos scheming session.

"Yeah, ask away Sammy boy~" Your reply is cheerful, typically when you're this cheerful it's because you've been causing mischief. That tracks for this occasion too.

Sam lightly pinches the bridge of his nose. "Why were there 40 plastic skeletons in my room?" He brings his hands together and points them in your direction.

"Well... I just figured you'd like them~ Don't worry, Dean also got bombarded with Mr. Bones like you did. Just not in his room." With a devious smile you slip away. Sneaking off to hide.

A loud shout of your name echos through the bunker, making you giggle. "Why is there a tiny dug up graveyard in my pie!?" Evidently Dean found Mr. Bones, or at least parts of him. Breaking into a peal of laughter that unfortunately led the now very grumpy Dean Winchester to your exact location. "I demand an answer! You ruined a perfectly good pie, and you will pay for this."

Dean gestured at the pie, it was fairly gruesome as pie destruction goes. You even went to the effort of making little graves for all the skeletons, and some big spooky trees. Apparently Dean was not amused. "Sorry, sorry Dean-o." You manage to speak a little between fits of giggles. "But do not fear~ There's a second pie for you just hiding behind the salads for our local rabbit."

Grumbling to himself about a ruined pie Dean ventured back to the kitchen, after a few minutes Dean finds the second pie and his mood lifts back up again. Potential crisis adverted.

Over the next few days you continued to accumulate more and more skeletons in the house. All of them now dubbed "Mr. Bones" Much to the brothers dismay your chaos bringing continued. Every morning Sam would wake up to find a few new Mr. Bones added to his collection, and similarly Dean would find a few more skeletons in and on his car.

To you this was delightful, however, unbeknownst to you, the brothers were concocting a plan. One to get revenge on what you've been dong to them.

A week after everything dies down, you awake. Shifting sleepily out of bed you slip your feet down to the floor, only to feel somthing... brittle. You snap your eyes open, all around your room are all mini Mr. Bones. All 400 of them. Seeing all the mini skeletons brings a smile to your face and you chuckle. Going downstairs you thank the boys for the surprise. They simply nod in response. Maybe next year you'll try plastic spiders instead.

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Quilts

On a particularly boring day you and Gabriel decide to build a pillow fort in the bunker.

Day 4. Quilts.

It was the middle of the day, and you were bored. Nothing good was on tv, and as interesting as walls can be, staring them down was gonna get you nowhere in life. So, as most sane people do, you decided to build a pillow fort. And who better to call as a backup architect than your boyfriend, Gabriel. As if on cue wings flap behind you, with a smile you turn around.

"Hey Gabe~ Feel up to designing a castle with me?" You offer a cheeky smile, knowing he couldn't refuse the opportunity to mess around.

He scoffs slightly. "As if I'd ever refuse to create some mayhem~ Especially with you. Now how do you plan to create this 'castle' of yours?"

"I figured we can snag all the pillows, blankets, couch cushions and every piece of furniture in the building that's not nailed down and build a fort? Unless of course you have a better plan oh master architect." You over exagerate a bow and chuckle softly as you tease him. He only smugly raises an eyebrow.

"I mean I could just-" He holds his hand up and snaps his fingers. "-snap my fingers just like that, and boom! We're in an actual castle. But I have a feeling my dolly wants to actually build a fort, don't you?"

You roll your eyes and shake your head, amused. "Indeed, where's the fun in a fort if you don't personally get to build it? I shall not enter a fort that my hands never had a part in creating! I declare it here and now, with you as my witness!" Somehow without fail Gabriel always manages to bring out your more goofy side. Not that you mind, it's good to relax sometimes.

"Ah, I see. Then I shall hold you to that, I will testify in any court that requires it!" Gabriel and you both giggle.

"Alright! Let's go grab some pillows!" You run off and start grabbing everything you can find, pillows, quilts, couch cushions, nothing soft and comfy is safe from your onslaught. In no time at all you and Gabe have managed to pile everything into the living room. "Ok! How should we design this...?" You look to Gabriel for assistance, he rubs his hands together greedily.

"And now it's my time to shine Dolly! Grab those cusions for me." He points to what he needs and together you both build the best pillow fort in history. Somehow there's two floors and a functioning elevator. Quilts line the floors to add extra comfort, and pillows are abundant.

"This is the best thing I've ever made with someone..." You break out into a proud smile at your handywork, it is rather impressive. Grabbing Gabriels hand you drag him into the fort, together you both lay, surrounded by your hard work. Reaching out you grab some quilts and wrap both you and Gabe in blankets.

The quilts are all gifts from friends and people you've saved in the past. Patterns and swirls can be found everwhere on them, smiling you trace them, following them with your fingers. Giggling sofly you drag your fingers over Gabriels back, he only turns and smiles contently at you. Enjoying your happiness.

"Oh get over here~" Gabe grabs you and wraps you into a hug, pulling you against him with a laugh and a happy smile. Soon you're cocooned in the warmth of blankets. Thankful for the best cure of boredom, Gabriel.

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Scarves

You crochet scarves for the members of TFW, how do they react?

This is written more so as headcannons. All the characters are separate.

Day 3. Scarves.

Dean Winchester.

You crocheted a scarf that references Baby, the colors are mostly black and white and there's a mini impala on each end of the scarf.

Dean absolutely adores it, when he first receives it he's stunned for a little while. But he does immediately put it on.

He starts bragging to anyone who will listen. Which means Sam and Castiel get an earfull. All they hear for at least 24 hours is how amazing you are.

Doesn't care if the edges are a little wonky, or if the stitches are a little uneaven. He is positively smitten with what you've made. Although he does do a good job at pretending he isn't over the moon because of such a simple gift.

Even when the cold season is over he tries to get away with wearing it, until you tell him he's likely to get a heat stroke then he begrudgingly puts it away, but he does keep it near him on the off chance he finds a colder area.

Starts using it as a comfort item, whenever you or he is in a stressful situation he keeps the scarf as near to him as he can as a reminder. You don't even think he realizes that he's doing it.

Sometimes since he frequently goes out to eat fast food stains might get on the scarf, he does his best to clean it though. He even asks Sam for cleaning tips.

If anyone dares to try and insult or be rude about your creation he's throwing hands. No hesitation. He won't kill them but no one gets away with insulting a gift from you.

He might use the scarf sometimes to pull you closer to him, he's not much of a fan of pda but when he gets a chance and feels comfortable he'll lasso you closer and give you a kiss.

All in all he's more of a show not tell kinda guy, he may not verbally say it much, but he does show how much he loves your gift.

Sam Winchester.

You make a scarf that is marked to the brim with wards against everything supernatural that you know.

Sam immediatly adores it, although if something is wrong with the wards he will point it out to you, just for future reference.

On more than one occasion that scarf has pulled him out of a bad situation. You are more than happy to remind him of this if he ever tries to nitpick the stitches.

Despite the small flaws he wears your gift with pride. And if you ever need advice on anything crochet he is happy to assist, he'll learn a whole knew stitch just to try and help you.

Offers to make you a scarf as well if you want to go out matching together, the scarf he makes for you is... functional. But the lines are just a touch wonky. Not that you mind.

Togther you both make a pattern for others to follow in case they ever need an all in one ward. And every so often you might meet a fellow hunter who has a similar scarf to you two.

On occasion a creature (mostly demons) might try to insult your gift. They are quickly delt with. Sometimes with the demon trap on the scarf.

If the scarf ever tears or gets dirty Sam will find a way to repair it. And if he can't then he goes to you and asks of you can make him a new one. You obviously do and he is very careful with the second one. (Although he never throws away the first scarf.)

The scarf is typically never very far away from Sam at any point in time, especially in the colder months. But in summer Sam will pack it away, only to immediatly bring it back at the first sign of a chill.

Overall he may be a little picky over your work but you will know he adores it whole heartedly.

Castiel.

You make Castiel a scarf that has a winged cat on it. For no other reason than cats are cute, and wings are pretty.

Cas is initially confused. As an angel he doesn't really need to worry about getting cold so making him a scarf isn't required.

However he does appreciate the gift and understands it as a mark of your affection. So he wears it with pride. Even in the summer. You'll have to argue with him if you want him to take it off when warm days hit.

Even if your stitches are lopsided or really tight on one side and fairly loose on the other, Cas won't notice. All he sees is your love, tightly bundled into one woven object.

If the scarf ever gets damaged or dirtied, he'll use his grace to return it to a normal state. Under no circumstance shall he ever allow it to be destroyed.

Sometimes if you're cold he'll wrap the scarf around both your necks, (being careful to not accidentially strangle you in the process.) as you can imagine this does look a little funny but it does make you laugh, so it's a win in Castiel's book.

While he might not understand everything about human traditions he does try to make you a gift in exchange. A tiny replica of the cat with wings that's on his scarf. It's a little wonky but it's adorable and you treasure it fully.

Cas "accidentially" brags a lot to Dean about the gift. Talking about the craftmanship, the love, and the warm fuzzy feeling it gives him to wear.

If anyone tries to take the scarf away they immediatly get reprimanded. No one gets to take what you made for him.

Overall Cas loves your work, and he only sings the highest of praise for it.

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Leaves

(So in case it wasn't evident, Gabriel is my favorite and most of these stories are probably gonna be centered around him.)

You've decided to tackle the task of raking the yard. A certain trickster is noticably not helping.

Day 2. Leaves.

"Alright! Let's do this!" Your small self hype up doesn't really help motivate you much. But it was still worth a shot, you grab the rake throw on a scarf and confidently walk out the door, only to immediately deflate when you see the massive amount of work you have to do.

Fall had arrived, and with it came leaves. It was simply inevitable, but since you couldn't swindle Sam or Dean into tackling this task for you (Despite your best efforts), you eventually caved and decided to clean the yard yourself. Consoling yourself with the fact that when you're done you'll get to jump in the pile of leaves.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of whiskey colored eyes were carefuly watching your every move.

"Cleaning? Couldn't get the Winchesters to do it all for you?" Gabriel's voice startles you slightly from your trance like state of productivity.

"Well I tried, but they had a case. Hey... You're powerful~ Couldn't you just... I dunno. Snap your fingers and have the whole yard instantly cleaned for me?" You playfully bat your eyelashes, more so in a comedic effect type of way as opposed to an actual attempt at seduction. Gabe lightly chuckles and smiles at you.

"Now I could... But where's the fun in that sugar~ Besides, I think I've been spoiling you too much. You can do a little work on your own." Gabriel smiles smugly before flying away, sending your leaf pile-in-progress all over the yard.

With a groan you resume raking, starting from ground zero. But this time... things are slightly different. You turn your head away for a second and all the sudden the pile you had created is further away, or a different size. Or all the leaves are now suddenly a different color, and organized. It would be amusing, if you weren't so eager to go back inside and relax.

"Gabe~ I know it's you." At this exact moment your rake goes from being a standard red to neon pink, you raise an eyebrow. "Really? Couldn't have made it rainbow or something?" At your words it starts shifting through all the colors of the rainbow. Making you smile. "Come on Gabe. Only you would listen to me when I want something this colorful~"

The flapping of wings in a nearby tree alerts you to Gabriels position, luckily this time he doesn't destroy your pile. You're close to being done, but there's still some of the yard left to be perfectly manicured.

"Aww, you know me too well Doll." He smiles smugly before dropping from the tree and waltzing over to you in typical Gabriel fashion. Proping yourself up on the rake you watch him, amused.

"Now are you going to help me? Or are you going to continue to reorganize some of my back breaking, and oh so painful work?" Your tone is teasing.

"Well... I suppose I could assist you, just this once." With a snap of his fingers all the leaves in the yard form a massive pile. And there's now a diving board positioned perfectly for someone to dive right in. You turn to Gabriel, knowing exactly what he wants to do.

"Alright, let's go do the honors." Grabing Gabriel's hand you walk with him to the diving board, pulling him up with you you quickly make a break for it and launch yourself off the plank, cannonballing into the leaves. Shortly after Gabriel swan dives in after you. Laughter fill the air as both you and Gabe play in the leaves, when Sam and Dean return the yard looks about the same as they left it.

Except now there's a diving board in the middle of the lawn.

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Supernatural Writing Challenge.

I decided to try and challenge myself this october. So I created a little writing challenge, my goal is just to actually hold myself to a project. And there's no better way to do that other than try. But I figured that if anyone else wants to join in they could.

There's not really any rules. Just if you do it have fun, be respectful and use the tag #spnoctober.

Obviously no incest, rape, or anything else along those lines. Do try to warn people if what you write is excessively gory or disturbing. Be aware.

You can write the topic late if you can't do it on the day, I know I'm probably not gonna be able to stay consistant so I won't force you to be consistant either.

Have a good day and remember to take care of yourself.

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Pumpkins

You and Gabriel get up to some mischief in the bunker. Now there's a time limit for Sam and Dean to find all the pumpkins before they rot.

This is writen for my self made challenge of spnoctober. I'm trying to improve the consistancy of my writing, and what better way to do that then make a challenge centered around what I adore.

Day 1. Pumpkins.

"Hey Gabe~?" Your voice rings out across the bunker. A soft flutter of wings behind you alerts you of Gabriels prescence.

"Hey sugar~ What's happening?" Gabe gives you a cheeky smile and waggles his eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes and chuckle softly.

"Oh nothing much, just had a plan to cause some troubles for our favorite pair of Winchesters~ Figured you'd want in. So.. You interested?" You cheekily smile.

"Oh boy do I! When have I ever turned down a chance to mess with those brothers?" Gabriel's whiskey colored eyes look upon you fondly, urging you to continue.

"Well..." You turn your body away and smile, grabbing Gabriel's hand and dragging him to the dinning room table. Where a vast amount of pumpkins rest, standing innocently despite the trouble you're going to use them for. "I figured we could carve up some of these bad boys and hide them around the bunker~ I figure they'll have to rush to find them all before they start to rot."

"Hmm.. Not bad doll~ I'm starting to think you might have a small talent for mischief." Gabriel chuckles before snapping his fingers, half of the pumpkins are immediately carved, there's an image of Sam and Dean looking grumpy, Dean kissing his car, Castiel holding a cat. And various other fun pictures.

"Awww." You coo quietly at some of the cuter pieces of art. "Now that's perfect! But... what shall we do with the rest of the pumpkins?" You look to Gabriel, tilting your head questionly. He simply smiles and hands you a bedazzling gun.

"Fire away~" Gabriel takes a step back and lets you have free reign. You carefully aim and start dazzling pumpkins up. When you're done it's almost impossible to see the actual pumpkin underneath. You smile proudly and look to Gabriel who is currently taping pumpkins to the celing fan blades. A chuckle escapes past your lips, bringing Gabriels attention back to you. "What? Don't think it's a good enough hiding place?"

"No no, it's perfect Gabe. Just unexpected~" You smile and grab a few pumpkins before wandering off to hide them. After thirty odd minutes you've both manged to hide all the pumpkins. The roar of an engine outside alerts you to the boys being home. You and Gabriel exchange a glance. Both of you scramble to the couch and sit down, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Hey! We're home!" Dean's voice flows through the bunker. "Why... Is there a pupkin with my face on it?!"

You and Gabriel laugh before he teleports you both out of the bunker, the last thing you hear is a noise of rage from the older Winchester sibling.

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Ethan (Pan) meeting and falling in love with a fellow cat lover.

a/n: I don’t think there’s any warnings? I wrote this entirely on a whim, Ethan’s a little ooc. If you enjoyed this let me know :D

Word count: 654

You frequently wander around your town serching in the small nooks and crannies for cats you can pet. Quite often you can find more cats then you can handle but that doesn’t bug you much. 

Sometimes you will make little beds for the cats out of some cloth and fabric or you’ll feed the cats near your house. 

Eventually Ethan notices the little gifts for the felines and his interest is immediately peaked. Most people will walk on by the stray kitties without a second thought. But now they’re being spoiled on the daily.

The cats tell Ethan about the friendly stranger they’ve met that sometimes indulges them. He’s a little curious about this new cat protector, so he sets up a chance meeting with the cats help.

Later the following day you ‘just so happen’ to run into a friendly esper that has goat horns and a tiny one-eyed cat companion. He’s feeding some of the cats and appears to be chatting with them. 

You strike up a conversation and start petting the little cat that follows him, after a few seconds it seems the feline really likes you as evidenced by the way it’s purring and rubbing against any limb you provide.

”Oh! It seems my friendly friend has taken quite a liking to you. I was talking with the cats here and it seems someone has been taking care of them, was that you?” 

You reply yes and his entire face lights up with a smile. “I didn’t know there was someone who cared about these cats like I do.” He scans over your work for a minute. “You’ve done a good job. The cats have all they need and they speak highly of you.” 

After chatting for a little while longer you go home thinking of the new friend you made. 

On your next adventure around your local cat spots you run into the one-eyed kitty again. With Ethan nowhere in sight, you wait around a bit to see if he’ll make an appearance. After it gets dark you take the cat home to keep them safe.

The next day you walk around town trying to find Ethan with the cat in your arms. After minimal luck you head to the All-Trades Agency hoping to find him at work. With a new strain of luck you find him slighty stressed out at the dissapearance of his feline friend, too stressed out in fact to notice you.

Until you plop his cat on the desk right in front of him that is. Then he is brought to attention and quickly starts petting and lightly berating the fluffball for dissapearing. He thanks you and offers to meet up with you again later and go out to eat as thanks. 

”Hmm... Looks like it all went to plan my friend.”

A few days later you both meet up and have a lovely evening chatting about cats and other animals. At the end of the dinner you walk around town and help out the cats in the neighborhood. Ethan walks you home and asks if you’d want to do this all again sometime. You agree and from there your relationship blossoms. 

You both continue to go on dates and sometimes you even help out with his pranks and help bail him out of any trouble he gets into. 

Sometimes you go out and help build cat shelters for critters to sleep in when it gets cold. Or you’ll run around and feed all the kitties or play with them to keep them happy.

One day Ethan’s one eyed feline runs up to you with a piece of paper in its mouth. On the paper are the words “I love you, do you feel the same?” You hear a voice behind you say the words and spin around to see Ethan with a gift for you.

It’s up to you whether you accept or not.