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I'm gonna die on this hill BUT

if supernatural introduced Jack a bit earlier he would have been deans son. Like, before all that chuck trauma, before he was angry all the time. We saw how gentle he can be with claire and she met a softer version of him.

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I know smoking is bad, blah blah, but—

something about Alastor with a cigarette between his slender pianist’s fingers. He would talk with a lazy smile on his lips, not looking as the cigarette burned slowly toward the filter, tapping away the ashes without thinking. And when he remembers the smoke between his fingers, he places it between his lips, takes a drag, and tilts his head back to blow the soft smoke up against the ceiling. When he looks into the room again, his eyes lock with Lucifer’s, and his grin grows just a bit sharper.

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No because no matter what Dean did, no matter how rude and mean and big of an asshole he was towards Jack, Jack still looked up to him. Still saw him as his family. His happiest memory was still with Dean and the Impala.

And it's awfully similar to Dean who still looked up to his dad, even after John left him and Sam alone and put so much responsibility on fragile shoulders. Even after John went missing Dean looked up to him. After every awful thing John did, Dean looked up to him.

Just like Jack looks up to Dean, no matter what.

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thinking about traumatized Dean who had an argument with Cas (again) and now they sit in silence when suddenly Cas raises his hand and Dean flinches. Hard.

Cas had meant to push some strands of hair out of his face, it had grown too long for his liking. But just as he raised his hand, he saw how Dean flinched to the side. Away from him.

They are both lost for word for a few moments. And when Cas wants to ask if Dean is okay, the man just stands up.

"I'm going to sleep", he would say. Ignoring the elephant in the room. But the Angels eyes are never leaving him.

Just before Dean lays down onto the bed, he heard the rustle of clothes. Cas came closer.

"Dean." he says again, and the man in question would just hum, embarrassed of that one little reflex he just showed.

"You are save with me". That was all Cas said. All Dean needed to hear. A dry laugh escaped his lips.

"I'm not some chick needing protection. Just caught me off guard"

Oh, how Cas hated that macho act the hunter put up whenever he felt vulnerable. The walls Dean put up, spent years guarding were high. The angel wasn't sure if he would ever manage to get over them.

"Fine. But I need you to know that I would never raise my hand against you. Not over something petty. Not when I don't absolutely have to." He couldn't say that he would never. Because he had in the past. Just as Dean had.

Cas watched as his shoulders relaxed. He turned away, suddenly too shy to look at the angle. "You will stay the night, right?" And Cas could finally breathe again.

"As long as you want me to"

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no but dean stumbling into the bunker, drunk. Cas sits in the map room, doing research when he hears him stumbling through the floors.

Dean stands before him, they both know he isn't that drunk.

They both know that Dean can't hardly get drunk anymore. And yet

"You are drunk", Cas states. And it's without any judgement. It's a fact. And Dean is too tired to think about the lack of disappointment. Sam is disappointed whenever Dean starts to stumble. So why isn't Cas?

Cas leads him to his bedroom, opens the door and gets in, hand around Dean and he thinks yes. That's how it's meant to be. Cas touching him, going into Dean's room like he is supposed to.

And Dean sits down on the bed, Cas turns- not wanting to overstay his welcome.

"stay", Deans voice isn't as sharp as usual. Acting drunker than he is.

They both know it's an act.

But Cas turns around again and comes closer.

"I will stay, Dean".

They both know he doesn't just mean this night.

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HUGE ALASTOR GLASSES ENTHUSIAST

like

He is an old man. That monocle? He needs that. It's not just for fashion.

He pinches his brows together and squints his eyes to read his books in the evening.

He only reads when he is alone. His mother had never the money to buy him a pair, so he never admitted he needed them.

(maybe lucifer finds him trying to read the newspaper (old school, who reads them anymore) and he sees how closely the sinner holds that paper to his face, fully concentrated and connects the dots. Alastor is short sighted. In the next morning a pair of glasses are sitting nicely on his bedside table. They never talk about it, but Alastor is now sitting in comfortable silence with Lucifer, reading a book. A pair of glasses sitting in the bridge of his nose)

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I'm looking for some writing practice!

So I'm "taking" commissions!

It's more like- you can text me a story idea and i will look what I can do!

Totally free, dw!!

Are you guys interested?

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thinking about Alastor, playing the piano with a lazy smile and cigarette between his lips.

A soft moment.

He thought he is alone - so he allows himself to be vulnerable.

Lucifer never saw a smile that genuine on his lips