#but llama and charlie are tied at the top

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Anécdotas de una ciudad nueva: Viento de cambio, la paradoja de película mexicana y el mapamundi.

Si a comienzos del año pasado me hubieran preguntado si sería la misma persona para el 2021, probablemente, hubiera dicho que si. Realmente me sorprende lo mucho que he cambiado en menos de un año y el punto en el que estoy ahora, al parecer mi psicólogo tenía mucha razón era muy inflexible conmigo mismo y eso afectaba la forma en la que me relacionaba socialmente, para ser honestos, me la pasaba viviendo en el pasado y en la imagen que tenía de mi mismo en la primaria, secundaria y prepa, si me conocieron en esos años de desgracia sabrán a que me refiero, yo era el niño gordito y no de los buena onda porque para colmo era muy tímido y callado, así que ya se imaginarán que mis amigos en esa etapa se pueden contar con los dedos de una mano y aún así me sobrarían, en la prepa no fue muy diferente, no era el más popular, más guapo o más conocido pero al menos pude rodearme de gente como yo, algo así como el club de los perdedores en “IT”, aunque de perdedores no hay nada, con orgullo puedo decir que me hice de los amigos más leales y geniales de este mundo.

Pero nada es para siempre y al menos para mi todo cambio es para bien y vaya que lo fue, mi primer corazón roto me dejo muchas cosas buena entre ellas una mejor forma física y un nuevo look a mis 21 años, las chicas me notaban pero era muy malo para interpretar sus indirectas o para mantener una conversación, si les pudiera mostrar las oportunidades que tuve y deje ir, se sorprenderían. En fin, mi segundo corazón roto me dejó muchas cosas buenas, entre ellas, la enorme confianza de poder salir con la chica que sea, incluso las que se consideran “Top tier”. Me llena de orgullo como pasé de ser el chico tímido, tierno y sentimental.

Para convertirme en el tipo frío que no te vuelve a llamar, una vez que sales con él y solo espera el famoso viernes de “ahorcar rucas” para comerse una presa diferente. (Advertencia: La siguiente imagen puede ser muy descriptiva, si eres mujer se te puede antojar. Pregunta por mi número en comentarios). Lo peor de todo, es que fuera de broma, este es el tipo de chico preferido por las mujeres.

Se puede decir que los vientos de cambio han logrado su cometido y me han hecho completamente alguien diferente y es que pareciera que cada día mi vida se asemeja más al guion de una película o serie. En estos últimos días he estado pensando sobre ello y en lo mucho que ahora comprendo al tío Charlie en “Two and a half men”. Pero más allá de eso, en estos últimos días no he podido dejar de pensar en que si vida fuera interpretada por Omar Chaparro y Martha Higareda posiblemente tendríamos un peliculón digna de unirse al universo de “Cindy la regia” y “Mirreyes contra gódinez”. ¿Alguna vez han visto una de esas películas en donde al protagonista le rompen el corazón y después regresa como todo un don juan de la seducción? Ustedes podrán decir “Freddy por dios, pusiste imágenes de anime en tu blog, ¿Cómo puedes ser un don juan?” La verdad, es que eso no influye, digamos que en promedio tengo de 1 a 3 matches por día y me he dado la tarea de crear la “Guía de ligue para no Henry Calvil”. Te preguntarás ¿Por qué se llama así? Acaso no es obvio, si fueras Henry Calvil solo tendrías que pedirle la hora a una chica para que te de su número. Pero tranquilo, no importa si no eres Calvill, solo sigue mis instrucciones y podrás tener hasta esa chica mamona que se siente inalcanzable, es más, mi método ya fue utilizado por un amigo mío y fue todo un éxito, si lees esto, me siento orgulloso de ti, pequeño saltamontes. Así que coge una pluma y apunta esto.

Primero, lo que debes entender es que todas, absolutamente todas las personas son inseguras, en especial las mujeres, estas tienden a ser muy curiosas sobre la manera en que son percibidas por los demás y puedes explotar eso a tu favor, así que cuando en una app de citas te llame la atención alguna chica, lo primero que debes hacer es lanzar una pregunta que les genere curiosidad, mi pregunta favorita es “¿Sabías que puedo adivinar tu personalidad con solo ver tus fotos? Hagamos match y averigua”. Ten por seguro que ella responderá, querrá saber que es lo que piensas de ella, no te preocupes por atinarle a su personalidad, solo improvisa, después de todo la intuición es un sentido, una vez que te responda rápidamente escríbele como es que crees que es su personalidad seguido de la frase “¿le atiné?”, no te preocupes, ya sea, su respuesta un si o un no, tu ya habrás roto el hielo, así que mantén la conversación por unos 5 minutos, después demórate en responder unos 15 0 20 minutos, recuerda que tu atención es un tira y afloja, después ese lapso de tiempo, respóndele seguido del mensaje “Lo siento, pero la app no me notifica ¿tendrás insta o whats para seguir hablando?” y ten por seguro que te lo dará y a partir de este momento tendrás una comunicación más cercana con ella y estarás en posición de que acepte salir contigo, todo lo demás dependerá de ti.

Uno de mis objetivos a corto plazo será comprar un mapa de la república mexicana y colorear el estado de la chica con la que salga, por ahora, puedo decir que ya puedo colorear Puebla, Ciudad de México y Chiapas, próximamente Chihuahua y Veracruz (que puedo decir, a veces uno debe consumir local). Espero que con el tiempo, ese mapa se convertirá en un mapamundi, planeo internacionalizarme, ya tengo a una China en la mira. Deséenme suerte. Los amo.

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2019 Lists & Reflections

50 RAP SONGS

Duke Deuce - “Yeh” 

Rio Da Yung OG - “Legendary” 

Mustard & Roddy Ricch - “Ballin”

Pop Smoke - “Welcome To The Party” 

Lil Gotit - “Drop The Top (feat. Lil Keed)”

Gunna - “Derek Fisher (Feat. Lil Baby” 

Denzel Curry - “Wish (feat. Kiddo Marv)” 

Lil Zay Osama - “Trencherous” 

ShittyBoyz - “Spirit Bomb” 

Teejayx6 - “Blackmail” 

Rod Wave - “Sky Priority” 

Megan Thee Stallion - “Cash Shit (feat. DaBaby)” 

Lil Uzi Vert - “That’s A Rack”

54 Baby Trey - “Let Me Fall”

Headie One - “Both”

Kevin Gates - “Right Game Wrong Nigga”

Ether Da Connect - “Waka (feat. Fivio Foreign & Mr Swipey)”

Dreamville - “Under The Sun (feat. J. Cole, Lute & DaBaby)”

YWN Melly - “Gang (First Day Out)”

YoungBoy Never Broke Again - “Slime Belief”

Young Nudy - “Pissy Pamper (feat. Playboi Carti)”

Tierra Whack - “Only Child” 

Shootergang Kony - “Charlie”

Hardy Dicaprio - “Guten Tag (feat. DigDat)”

ALLBLACK - “304 (feat. Kossiko)”

Maxo Kream - “She Live (feat. Megan Thee Stallion)”

San Quinn - “Ain’t Nobody Thuggin”

SOB X RBE - “Ran Off Wit It”

Lil Keed - “Oh My God”

Mojo - “Chop Life Crew (feat. prettyboydo)”

Sada Baby - “On Gang”

Lil Chicken & Jigg - “Fast Cash Babies”

Polo G - “Battle Cry”

GVF - “Bah Bah”

03 Greedo - “Gettin Ready”

Blueface - “Bleed It”

Suga Free - “Hole In My Heart (feat. Kokane)”

Ty Dolla $ign - “Purple Emoji (feat. J. Cole)”

Peezy - “New Car Smell”

Rico Nasty & Kenny Beats - “Again”

Nathen Peni - “Iceberg”

Big Wan - “Fast Lane Lifestyle”

Cash Click Boog - “Southwest Gangin (feat. Rockin Rolla)”

Blade Icewood, Lil Blade, Payroll Giovanni & Peezy - “Boy Would You”

Stunna4Vegas - “Ashley (Feat. DaBaby)”

Big Fenc - “Can’t Fall Off (feat. Rio Da Yung OG, Dink & Sid Dawg)”

Leeak - “True Story (feat. Peezy)”

Spanish Rice - “Curb Action”

Valee & Calboy - “Uninvited”

J Hus - “Must Be”

20 NOT RAP SONGS

Mahalia - “What You Did (feat. Ella Mae)

Rema - “Dumebi”

DJ Tunez - “Majesty (feat. Busiswa)”

Bad Bunny - “Callaita”

Rosalia & Ozuna - “Yo x Ti, Tu x Mi”

AceMoe - “Where They At??? (feat. John FM)

Ana Torroja - “Llama”

Bru-C & Window King - “Bits (Massapeals UKG Remix)

Squash & Vybz Kartel - “Beat Dem Bad”

Tresor - “Sondela (feat. Masaki)”

Koffee - “Toast 262 Remix”

Zlatan - “This Year”

Fracture - “Give Me Love (feat. Fox)”

Fireboy DML - “Need You”

Wiley - “Boasty (feat. Idris Elba & Sean Paul) [Conducta Remix]”

Dominic Fike & Kenny Beats - “Phone Numbers”

J. Balvin & Bad Bunny - “Como Un Bebe (feat. Mr. Eazi)”

Pappy Kojo - “Balance (feat. Joey B & Nshonamuzik)”

I Jahbar - “Turn Up”

Walshy Fire - “Call Me (feat. Mr. Eazi & Kranium)”

10 ALBUMS I LIKED

Roddy Ricch - Please Forgive Me For Being Antisocial

Gunna - Drip Or Drown 2

Rod Wave - Ghetto Gospel

Polo G - Die A Legend

Cashclick Boog - Extras

Tree - We Grown Now

Fireboy DML - Laughter, Tears & Goosebumps

Rich The Factor & DJ Fresh - The Tonite Show

Lil Chicken - Billy

Sada Baby - Bartier Bounty

OLDER TUNES I DISCOVERED

Yung Bleu - “Miss It”

Missez - “Love Song (feat. Pimp C)”

Kim Ann Foxman - “Let Me Be The One (New York Club Mix)”

The Source Ft.Candi Staton - You Got The Love (12'' Erens Bootleg Mix)

Daniki & Steady Ranks - “Soundboy Moan & Yawn”

Streetlordz Blade Icewood - “Boy Would You”

Sunscreem - “Perfect Motion (Boy’s Own Mix)”

Davina & Big Tone - “Ain’t Nobody Thuggin”

Swamp Dogg - “Synthetic World”

Orbital - “Halcyon On And On”

REFLECTIONS

As many of us have fallen further into the ruts of Spotify, it’s worth noting that the most exciting rap projects of 2019 weren’t available on streaming services: the enigmatic leaks and snippets of Playboi Carti and the incessant string of YouTube-only bangers from the wildly prolific Sada Baby (who also dropped two solid mixtapes and a killer album).

My favorite rappers of the year were rising star turned chart-topper Roddy Ricch and gritty, Flint powerhouse Rio Da Yung OG. Roddy took Album Of The Year with PFMFBA (even though his best track “Ballin” wasn’t on the album) and Rio released at least five solid mixtapes along with dozens of unfailingly-outstanding features.

Duke Deuce’s gloriously rowdy “Yeh” was my favorite rap song. DaBaby seems to be the biggest rapper out and I enjoy his music, but none of his songs made the cut (although he has great appearances on “Cash Shit” and “Under The Sun”). The biggest surprise of the year was having two solid J. Cole features on the list, although I still don’t respect him since he ruined “Planez” (among other things).

I moved to Milwaukee in early 2019 and realized that I’ve been sleeping on some serious talent. From the straight-up Milwaukee slap of Spanish Rice to the polished-up slap of Lil Chicken’s latest release Billy. But 54 Baby Trey transcends the slap and I could see him having a promising career once he finally drops an album or mixtape. (Meanwhile download my unofficial 54 Baby ‘The Mixtape’ here.)

While on the topic of Wisconsin rap, I have to shout out Nathen Peni’s “Iceberg,” which is Green Bay’s greatest rap song since C.W.A.’s “Where The Hell Is Neenah.” Hoping he comes up with a better rap name in 2020, though.

[amanda-shipley-massage]

Why Did I Go Into Massage Therapy?

I was, well still am, a nerd. Sci-fi, Anime, and Band. Large square glasses, always a book in hand. As a child, one look at me in Gym class and you would laugh......so how in the world did I get into Massage Therapy???

If you try to picture a Massage Therapist, you will probably imagine someone with long hair tied back in a length of fabric, eating a lovely breakfast of organic vegan food, and listening to whale calls on a music player. Or perhaps someone who is doing yoga on some random white sand beach overlooking a peaceful ocean whilst harmonizing with the ebbs of the tides.

Now picture me, if you can, a 5'4" 180lb book nerd who has the athleticism of a bear during January. That doesn't quite match up to the aesthetic, does it? So how did I get here?

I'll let you in on a little secret. Ready? My dream job when I was little: To be like Steve Irwin. Yep, that's right. I wanted to be a Herpetologist. I have a picture of me when I was just 5 years old holding a baby alligator. And one day when I find it in the massive pile of photo albums my mom keeps, I'll attach it to this post.

I was so determined that when I was in 3rd grade (or Primary 4 for non-Americans) I convinced my mom to take me to the local college where there was a Herpetology class on Saturdays. For 5 months every Saturday I would go to the local college and learn about reptiles. And even now I can pull up my transcript and that class will still be on there.....though I think I got more of a participation grade than an actual grade.

Now, let me bring everyone to my generation for a bit. I was born in 1998. Youtube was invented when I was 8. Okay? Everyone with me? Alrighty then.

When I was in 6th grade (I was 11 yrs old. Do the math. I tried seeing what other countries do, but apparently literally everyone does it differently. For me it was my last year in Primary) over Christmas I got a laptop and on the laptop was the Internet. Now I had been on the internet before and my family had a desk top, but now I could have the Internet On.My.Lap.

I could use the laptop in the living room, my bedroom, I even used the landing on the stairs a few times. It was a novelty.

Well as any self respecting 11 year old would do in the year 2009, I went on Youtube and watched Charlie the Unicorn and Llamas With Hats. When I finished with that I watched Dragon Ball Z. Again, reiterating.....I was a nerd starting from a very young age. Well, one day over that glorious Christmas break away from the worries of school as I was on Youtube watching various videos, on the trending page there was a video titled something along the lines of: Strange Asian Chiropractic Must Watch Now.

Obviously click bait, but I was baited and I clicked.

But now the Youtube algorhythm thought they had me after that video and over in the suggested column was a video titled "Relaxing ASMR Swedish Massage"

You can probably guess what I did next.

I clicked.

That video changed and rocked my world. I couldn't believe what I was watching. It felt so right. Like a chunk inside of me was missing and had finally been found.

I kept clicking and watching more and more videos. I subscribed and liked and commented. I learned techniques and styles and lingo.

Just the thought that I could be the reason someone recovered. That someone felt a relief from pain. That I healed someone. I was already someone that loved to be gentle and kind to all people. And I loved being a carer.

I grew warm and my heart became light.

I envisioned a world where I was a Healer and a Fixer. Patching up broken people with Love and Kindness and Hope and Peace.

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The word Massage has a jaded history. Other than Youtube I had only ever seen it on Disney channel shows where the characters are comically hurt by hot stone therapy. And on the news you only heard about the scandals that drenched the industry in shade.

I grew up in St. Louis, MO and while people are more progressive with each generation, Massage and Eastern Medicine is still trying to build public appeal. To sway opinion that it's not just luxury spa and pamper, but a medical and healing art form.

Living in this environment, even just 10 years ago, I kept my interests closed off and quiet.

I didn't ever really think I could ever go in to the industry and I held those therapists I subscribed to on Youtube on such a pedestal that I never compared myself to them, giving them more of a celebrity status.

Instead I focused on History. Because I was going to be a History Teacher. Or really a teacher in general. I come from a 6 generation line of teachers on my mom's side, I would have been the 7th. I figured that since I love history and that I have a good genetic probability of succeeding, then that's what I should do.

And whilst I was preparing myself for a life of lectures and grading homework, I continued watching videos and practicing moves in the background.

Then the universe stepped in and changed my life forever.

September 1, 2016 I was t-boned on the driver's side of the car. I was taking classes at the local community college on an A+ scholarship and was heading to the local plaza to get food. Suddenly my cars 100 ft down the road, perpendicular to traffic. There's smoke everywhere and this horrible smell. My ears were ringing and I hurt top to bottom. There was an airbag in my face and blood running from my lip. My vision slowly faded to black, but I did not lose consciousness.

We learned later from the experts that looked at my car, that the other guy hit me so hard that my seat detached from the floor of the car ending with the back of my head hitting the windshield. And before you ask, yes I was wearing my seat belt.

I was fully blind the first 8 hours after the wreck. I was worried that I'd be sightless the rest of my life. Eventually though, I regained vision in both eyes, but only color in my right, my left is as you are looking through a sepia filter.

It took me two month's to walk again without aid from a walker, cane, crutch, or brace. Though I still have a brace I use if my knee's acting up.

I ended up having to drop out of school. Or rather.......I flunked out of school. The day after the wreck I was sitting my classes and I continued to stubbornly show up. Let me just say that you do not want to see my report card.

I finished out that year with the only passing grades on my transcript being Band.

The next year I took a gap. Until October. I was sitting in the living room filling out job applications when suddenly I got a text from an unknown number saying: "Are you interested in a career in Massage Therapy?" I replied that I was interested and less than a month later I was working as a receptionist for a Massage Envy location and I had a spot in a school starting in January.

Thanks Universe!!

Since then I have graduated from my program with an "A", passed the MBLEX, and have now been working as a LMT for almost 6 months and it has been amazing!! I have lots of amazing coworkers and I love the clinic environment and I have never felt like have belonged somewhere more than I do now.

And that, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, is how I, Amanda Shipley, ended up becoming a Massage Therapist.

Peace and Love

Amanda

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76 - Sastiel

76. Top of Head Kisses

Read Parts 1-7 Here

MEG STARTED KICKING everyone out around two in the morning. Tomorrow might be Saturday, but some of them had practice tomorrow and others had probably had more to drink than they could handle without needing to pass out somewhere. Wherever that somewhere might be, however, it would not be on Meg Masters’s living room floor, thank you very much. And no, the guest room was off limits, too.

As usual, Sam, Dean, and Castiel elected to stay behind to help clean up, and the redhead Meg had kissed, whose name turned out to be Charlie, elected to stay and help as well. Between the five of them, laughing and chatting back and forth as they picked up debris and straightened furniture, clean-up went fairly quickly.

Midway through an explanation for all those cryptic comments about llamas, Castiel started yawning and stumbling a little over his words. Sam nudged him towards the couch as per usual when his friend reached this stage, but this time Castiel caught his hand and tugged lightly, sleepy, soulful blue eyes gazing up at him hopefully. “M’glad I won’t haf’ta run away t’Peru an’ raise llamas,” he said seriously.

“Me too, Cas,” Sam said, giving in to the tugging and sitting down next to the older boy to pull him into a hug. “And if it ever becomes necessary, I’m going with you.”

A soft snore from Castiel was his only answer and Sam bit his lower lip to suppress a chuckle. He glanced around to see if he needed to get up at all, but Meg caught his eye and gave him a wink, so he settled back into the couch with Castiel tucked up against his side.

“So Peru?” Dean spoke up. Sam tilted his head back to look up at Dean, who in turn was tracking the way Castiel was minutely burrowing into Sam in his sleep. “Thought you had your eye on one of those big Ivy League universities after graduation.”

“Pending my acceptance to any of them,” Sam said, giving a half-shrug with the shoulder not supporting Castiel’s head. “Doesn’t hurt to have a back-up plan, and I heard there’s a decent market for alpaca wool among knitters.”

“Sure, but Peru?” Dean complained, making a face. “And what am I supposed to do if you go tearing off to another country, huh?”

“Dean,” Sam said, giving his brother a dry look. “We both know if I decided I wanted to move to freaking Australia you’d be searching travel options for the both of us. Except this isn’t really about Peru.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dean muttered, looking down at the carpet. "It’s about you and Cas being so tangled up in each other you’d even consider running off to Peru to raise fucking llamas if that’s what it took to be together when you’re fifteen and he’s eighteen and we may not live in Kansas anymore, but Minnesota ain’t exactly California.”

“It’s not like these feelings are anything new,” Sam pointed out, bypassing the urge to snark that it would be warmer in California in favor of addressing the actual issue. “You’ve known about my feelings before I even realized what they were, and apparently Cas has been intellectually crushing on me for even longer. Hell, you were telling me I should tell him before Meg dared him to kiss me!”

“That was mostly theoretical, though,” Dean protested. “You didn’t know he felt the same so you weren’t actually thinking about even saying anything until May, never mind picturing the two of you running away together. You haven’t even been on a single date together - no, those paired projects and study sessions at Flo’s don’t count! - and I just... What would Dad say?"

"Fuck what Dad would say,” Sam growled, eyes flashing. Dean jerked, taken aback, but Sam wasn’t done yet. “I stopped listening to that bastard whenever he started drinking, which was more often than not,  after I turned twelve, so his possible opinion about my love life doesn't count for shit."

"He did the best he could--" Dean said weakly, the way he always did. Sam cut him off.

"But we deserved better, and you know it, Dean,” Sam wasn’t going to be put off with platitudes, and he needed Dean to hear him on this. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and forced himself to speak in a calm, level tone. “I didn't deserve to be blamed for Mom's death. You didn't deserve to have your childhood stolen being forced to take care of me at age four. Neither of us deserved to have Dad spend our money on Jim, Jack and Jose and then turn around and blame us when he couldn't pay the rent or feed us!” He reached out and gripped Dean’s nearest hand, forcing his brother to look him in the eye as he added, “And you sure as hell didn't deserve to get beaten all those times he hit you because you wouldn't let him hit me.”

Dean looked away, jaw clenching. It wasn’t something they had ever talked about, mostly because it hadn’t needed to be voiced out loud for them to get it. It stayed hidden, tucked behind razor smiles and a fierce protectiveness that went both ways, out of sight like the scars on Dean’s back hidden beneath his flannels and henleys or the home-done tattoo on Sam’s chest that matched the slightly more legal one Dean had because no one would tattoo a thirteen year old. Sam didn’t regret bringing it out in the open now, because he needed his brother to understand that Dad was never going to have the same kind of stranglehold on Sam that he still had on Dean, tied to faded memories from before the fire. Before their mother died and their father’s soul died with her.

“Besides,” Sam finished, pushing his voice towards a lighter tone and pulling Dean’s gaze back up to him again, “you have custody of me, not him. He doesn’t get a say anymore."

"Okay, fine, maybe you’re right,” Dean snorted, shaking his head. Sam would lay odds that his brother still didn’t entirely believe that he hadn’t somehow deserved the abuse, but he was at least willing to concede that Sam was right about Dad having no say. His expression turned pensive moments later. “What about Uncle Bobby, though? You know he's always treated us like we were his own kids, as much as Dad ever let him before their fight. Hell, he wanted to adopt us after Dad got arrested! How do you think he's gonna handle hearing you’re taking up with a guy three and a half years older than you are?"

"Probably less freaked out than he was the time he thought I was taking up with you,” Sam retorted, and had the pleasure of seeing Dean’s expression turn poleaxed.

“He thought what?!” Dean gaped. Sam couldn’t help but laugh a little, though he kept it quiet so as not to wake Castiel.

“It’s nothing people haven’t been thinking about us for years, Dean, and he didn’t disown us over it. Before we took off for Minnesota, he took me aside and stammered his way through asking if I was okay with you taking me so far away and did I need to tell him anything. Poor bastard was relieved when I told him we weren’t actually sleeping together euphemistically, but he told me that it wouldn’t make a lick of difference if we had been so long as you were good to me and that was that.” Sam shook his head, grinning fondly at the memory. “Trust me, I’m not worried about Uncle Bobby. Actually, I’d lay odds that once he got used to the idea he’d try and adopt Cas, too!”

“Good. That’s... that’s good,” Dean managed, still looking a little disturbed. He shook his head and pulled a more serious expression on, dropping down onto the couch beside Sam and knocking their knees together. “Look, Sammy, I’m about to break my no chick flicks rule so listen up. You’re my little brother and I worry about you. And for all we’ve only been friends with him for two years, I worry about Cas just as much. I know you love him, and I know you know what love is and what it isn’t, and you’re smart enough to know sometimes love isn’t enough to weather the shit that’ll come flying. So I gotta ask, because I don’t wanna see either of you two get hurt: is it gonna be worth it? Is he worth it?”

“Yeah,” Sam said softly, looking down at Castiel’s sleeping face. Gently, he pressed a soft kiss into the tousled dark hair, drawing the sleeping boy just a little bit closer. “No matter what happens... he’s definitely worth it.”

“All I need to know,” Dean said, sprawling back against the arm of the couch and nudging Sam’s knee with a foot. “Bitch.”

“Jerk,” Sam answered with a small, grateful smile.

“Welp!” Meg exclaimed, breaking the solemn mood as she flopped down onto the couch on Castiel’s other side, just barely missing landing on her sleeping friend. Ignoring the bitchface Sam shot her, she continued, “Another successful court held and dismissed! Who’s wired and who’s tired?”

“Tired,” Dean deadpanned. “I’m getting old. Put me in a rocker with a cane and some fuzzy slippers so I can shout at the stragglers to get off the lawn.”

“It’s been a night to remember,” Sam conceded, thumb stroking absently along the line of Castiel’s arm. “Even with all that, though, I don’t think I could sleep yet.”

“I know I can’t sleep yet!” Charlie said from where she had draped herself over the big armchair, waving a hand at Castiel. “How is he knocked out so thoroughly?”

“Lots of alcohol,” Meg and Sam chorussed knowingly.

“So none of us - besides Cas - are down to sleep yet,” Dean summarized, surveying the small but mostly hardy group. “Cards Against Humanity?”

“Bring it, Winchester!”

-End-