#...or if I'm daring I could try to make my own- *explodes the kitchen* /j (specifically the kitchen part)

[thewirewitch]

2 dead, 5 injured:

Shipping on a small item about 3x the price of the item itself.

[rainbow-shine]

will I find you when the night is over?

@spnprideweek's day 7: free space

basically I just had to write my own fix-it fanfic

Castiel found Dean in the kitchen.

Dean was making what appeared to be a PB&J sandwich, and Castiel was suddenly struck by a wave of longing at the domestic scene. His now human heart seemed to want to explode inside his chest, unable to contain the love he felt for the man who was humming a tune as he meticulously distributed the jelly on the bread.

Apparently satisfied with the sandwich, Dean nodded to himself, filling a glass with milk and grabbing the glass and plate, he turned for the exit, only to freeze when he saw Castiel in the doorway.

"Hello, Dean" Castiel said, breaking the tense silence they had fallen into and trying to ignore the way something inside his chest ached at the thought that it was his fault that things were so uncomfortable between them now.

They hadn't discussed the confession, though it's not like they had the time to do it. When Dean rescued him from the empty, Castiel barely had the energy to share a couple of hugs before collapsing from exhaustion. He had spent the rest of the day asleep and by the time he woke up, he had searched for Dean and found him in the kitchen.

And now they were here.

"Hey, Cas," Dean eventually exclaimed, clearing his throat. “I thought you might be hungry”.

Oh.

Dean had prepared him something to eat and that simple gesture was enough for Castiel to feel his eyes fill with tears. His emotions were difficult to control now that he didn't have his grace, but Castiel tried to regain his composure as soon as he could. Dean's friendship, being able to be by his side and having Dean to love him like a brother was enough. It was.

"Thank you," Castiel said.

"Are you okay, Cas?" Dean asked, stepping back to put the plate and glass on the table.

"I'm…" Castiel stopped for a second, wondering how to explain what he was feeling. The mixture of emotions that the mere presence of Dean elicited in him. “I'm fine”.

"It's okay if you're not fine, Cas," Dean whispered, moving closer to him and raising one of his hands as if to place it on his shoulder, but ended up dropping it. Castiel tried not to flinch at how much he wanted that contact, however minimal. “None of us can understand what you went through, not entirely at least, but we are here for you”.

"I know," Cas replied. “Thank you, Dean”.

Another awkward silence.

Castiel wondered if there would come a time when things could go back to the way they were before.

"Are you hungry?" Dean asked, pointing to the plate of food. “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but you woke up before I could”.

Castiel simply nodded.

During the entire time it took Castiel to finish the sandwich, Dean seemed to want to say something, sometimes even parting his lips to speak, but he always ended up holding back. Castiel tried to not feel too miserable at the inevitable rejection of his feelings, reminding himself over and over again that he always knew that Dean didn't love him that way.

"Cas," Dean began and Castiel braced himself for the blow to his heart. “Cas I—”

Dean stopped talking.

Castiel knew that Dean didn’t want to hurt him, after all, it had been Dean who had spent months looking for a way to rescue him from the empty and Castiel didn’t believe that all that effort had been just to reject him in a cruel way. However, that didn't mean that Castiel didn't want this torture to end. The anticipation was almost worse than the rejection itself.

"Will you dance with me?" Dean said unexpectedly, standing abruptly and extending one of his hands towards Castiel, who had to blink several times to understand what Dean had said.

"Dance with you?" Castiel asked, his voice shaking with uncertainty. That sounded like a terrible and at the same time wonderful idea.

"Yeah," Dean said. "Come on, it'll be fun".

Castiel wasn't sure about that, but he had never been able to deny Dean anything, so, with a sigh, he took the hand that Dean was still offering him.

With a smile on his lips, Dean led them to the middle of the kitchen, taking his cell phone and playing a song on low volume, so low that Castiel had to concentrate to even hear the lyrics.

They both stood face to face for a few seconds and Castiel tried to smile, he didn't know what Dean was planning, but he still tried to be encouraging. Dean smiled back at him and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling his bodies together.

Castiel was sure that he had died trying to escape from the empty and this was his personal heaven.

Shyly, not quite sure what were the limits of this, Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck. They both swayed to the rhythm of the melody, looking into each other's eyes and silently saying everything they had never dared to say before. Castiel felt that his heart would stop at any moment from how fast it was beating and that his legs would stop supporting his weight from how much they were shaking.

Dean didn't seem that affected, holding him in his arms like they'd done this a hundred times before. And although Castiel wanted to pull away from him and demand answers, he knew he wouldn't, because this might be the only chance he would have to taste what it was like to be loved by Dean Winchester.

The song ended, but they didn't stop dancing. Castiel took a deep breath before leaning his head against Dean's shoulder, who, in response, only hugged him a little bit tighter.

"I thought I should let my actions speak for me," Dean whispered and Castiel couldn't help but tense. Here it came. “But you deserve to hear this, Cas”.

"Dean?"

"When we first met, I was scared of you. Like, completely terrified,” Dean began. “You were something that until that moment I didn’t believe that existed and that my mind was unable to understand”.

Dean laughed softly.

"But then I started getting to know you," Dean continued. "And you went from being a creature that terrified me to the best friend I've ever had in my entire life".

Castiel felt his breath catch and his brain began to spin at the thousands of meanings this could have. Oh, but Castiel knew what he wanted it to mean. An impossible that no longer seemed to be so.

"You said I changed you, but you changed me too, Cas," Dean finally said, his hands coming up to gently caress his back. “You made me have faith. You made me a better person, because you made me want to be the kind of man you loved. You made me believe that I’m something more than a killer, than a simple tool or a character in a story”.

Tears started running down his cheeks and Castiel did nothing to stop them, but he clung closer to Dean's body, refusing to let him go. This was too much and at the same time not enough. Castiel wanted... oh, how much he wanted...

"You can have me, Cas," Dean confessed and Castiel felt one of Dean's hands tangle in his hair and pull it gently so they could look into each other's eyes again. Dean then gave him the most beautiful smile Castiel had ever seen and said. “I love you too, Cas”.

Nothing, in all his millennia of existence, could compare to this moment.

"Dean," Castiel gasped, a smile making its way to his lips as his hands reached up to cup Dean's face. “Oh, Dean. I love you, I love—”

The rest of his words were interrupted by a pair of soft lips over his.

Castiel felt that entire galaxies were born and died within him. This was everything he had longed for, everything he had wanted. Dean's lips were warm and Castiel, with just one innocent touch, had already become addicted to them. Castiel had convinced himself that just being was enough, but having Dean's love was simply the best thing that had ever happened to him.

When they parted, Dean leaned his forehead against his and gave him another brief kiss before saying: “I'm a very good dancer, huh?”

Castiel gave a laugh that could well have been a sob, pulling away from Dean so he could cover his face with quick kisses, because now he was allowed to do so.

"Of course Dean," Castiel finally said, leaning his head against Dean's shoulder again, this time with the certainty that he would not be rejected.

They danced until the exhaustion made them separate and go to Dean's room to try and get some sleep, both of them knowing that they would never spend a night alone again.

[mixedfandomer]

Friend I told could help with my rewrite: so have you started yet

Me: no I’ve been busy making incorrect quotes for the I Am family (plus Guy)

Cam: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Pam: Wow. They sound stupid.

Cam: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Pam: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Cam: I guess you’re right. Hey Pam, I love you.

Pam: See! Just say that!

Cam: Holy fucking shit.

Pam: If that flies over their head then, sorry Cam, but they're too dumb for you.

Cam: Pam.

Cam: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Pam: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Cam: No, like, U R A Q T.

Pam: Awwww!

Pam: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Cam: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

Sam, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume?

Pam: *grabs and chugs the entire bottle*

Pam:

Pam: It's perfume.

Cam: Stop setting things on fire because you're curious about what will happen. What will happen is fire.

Pam: But what if something else happens just this one time.

Cam: What is your favourite mythical story?

Sam: The Story Of My Will To Live.

Cam: I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.

Sam: mom, gather the others. We need to have another Mom-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

Sam: Hey I just got a pet snake. What should I name him?

Cam: A pet WHAT?!

Pam: William Snakespeare.

Pam, to Sam: If you see Cam, give them this message *makes a neutral face*

Pam: They'll know what it means.

*later*

Sam: oh, and mom said to give you a message.

Sam: *makes a neutral face*

Cam: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

*Something crashes*

Sam: Shoot-

Cam: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?!

Pam: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

Pam, planning a group disguise: You cannot be Blake Bortles.

Sam: Fine! Then I’ll be Jake-

Cam, under their breath: Don’t say Jortles.

Sam: Jortles! And I work at the molotov cocktail department.

Sam: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Pam: Bet you I can!

Cam: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

Cam, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Sam: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

Cam: Ohhhh-

Pam: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

Sam: What are you writing?

Pam: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Cam, looking over Pam's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

Pam: I dare you-

Cam: Sam is not allowed to accept dares anymore.

Pam: Why not?

Sam: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Sam: mom and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us.

Cam: What did you do?

Sam: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and-

Pam: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

Sam: Look at the buns on that guy!

Cam: *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns*

Pam: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny!

Sam: I'm not going back to jail!

Cam: And here we see Pam and Sam in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh.

Pam: Gaelic bread.

Sam: Grueling brad.

Pam: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

Pam: Who wants to make fifty bucks?

Sam: How?

Pam: I need someone to take the fall.

Sam: What did you do?

Pam: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.

Cam, from the other room: Oh my god.

Pam: ...

Cam: OH MY GOD!

Sam: Make it a hundred.

Pam: Deal.

Pam, watching power lines fall down: Sam, Cam! The town is exploding and it's very pretty!

Pam: Guys where did Sam go?

Cam: They got arrested.

Pam: How the hell-

Sam: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

Pam: There was a motor close to where I am right now.

Cam: A motor- a motorcycle?

Pam: Oh sorry, a murder.

Sam: That escalated quickly.

Cam: Being half asleep and feeling someone gently plant a kiss on your forehead is one of the purest kinds of love in the world.

Guy: Unless you're home alone.

Sam: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Guy.

Guy: I hate myself.

Sam: Alright, square up.

Pam: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Cam: You are my reward.

*meanwhile*

Sam: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Guy: True, you can be really difficult at times.

Cam: Wake me up-

Sam: Before you go go

Pam: When September ends

Guy: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

Sam, watching Pam & Guy panic : What's going on?

Cam: Pam is having a midlife crisis and Guy is just having a crisis.

Pam and Sam: *making loud, shouty gorilla sounds at each other*

Guy:

Cam, exasperatedly: We have a guest.

*The I Ams when they drop food on the floor*

Cam: Aw man. *Throws it away*

Pam: Five second rule!

Sam: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

Guy: *Sobs on the floor*

Cam: You know you can die from that, right?

Pam: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.

Guy: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

Sam: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

Guy, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Pam: Gray.

Cam: Grey.

Guy, turning to Sam: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Sam: Dark white.