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wayward-dreamer · 4 years

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Something Unexpected

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader (Enemies to Lovers)

Word Count: 7,580 (This really got away from me! Lol)

Warnings: Some angst: fighting, Dean gets slapped. A WHOLE LOT OF SMUT. Rough Sex. Vaginal Fingering, Oral sex (Male and Female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!), Dirty Talk, Biting, Some hair pulling, Swearing (there’s sex, so naturally there’s swearing lol). Fluffy ending. 18+ ONLY!

Summary: Jody needs back up on the hunt she’s on, and Sam and Dean aren’t going to be enough. She calls in Y/N Y/L/N, without knowing that Dean and Y/N can’t stand each other. Things come to a head during the hunt, words are said, and feelings are hurt, but something unexpected occurs. Something new with the promise of more, if they only give in to how they actually feel for each other. Based on this request: “Enemies to lovers. Jody calls in another hunter for back up. Her and Dean butt heads, can end however you want :)”

A/N: This was a request from @flamencodiva! I hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think! :)

Dean pressed harder on the accelerator, the Impala flying down the highway. They were a few minutes away from the main part of town and would soon be meeting up with Jody. Sam was talking to her on the phone, before he hung up.

“Jody there already?” he asked, looking between Sam’s phone and the road.

“Yeah, she’s at the diner on Main Street. Apparently, she’s calling someone else in, too” Sam replied, putting his phone back in his pocket.

Dean frowned. “She say who?”

“No. Does it really matter?” Sam shrugged.

“Guess not” Dean said, rolling his eyes.

Soon, they pulled up and parked outside the diner. Dean led the way across the sidewalk into the diner. He glanced around the room, before they landed on Jody in a booth near the window. She smiled wide when she saw them, getting up.

“Jody” Dean smiled, as he hugged her tight.

“Good to see you boys” she said as she hugged Sam next.

“You didn’t bring the girls?” Sam asked.

“No, they’re at home working on their training with Donna. I would’ve called them in, but Patience isn’t quite there yet. Hence why I called you boys” Jody explained as she slid back into the booth.

Sam was next to the window opposite her, as Dean sat next to him.

“So, vamps, huh?” Dean said, as he glanced over the menu.

Jody nodded. “Whole lot of ‘em, too. Had to call for another hunter.”

“What, we’re not enough?” Dean grinned, jokingly.

Jody rolled her eyes playfully. “She’s good, saved our necks on a Vetala case two months ago.”

“Who is it?” Sam asked.

“Y/N Y/L/N” Jody replied, simply.

Dean dropped his menu and looked up at Jody. She didn’t just say Y/N Y/L/N did she? Jody noticed him staring at her and raised an eyebrow in question.

“What?” she asked.

“You’ve gotta be freaking kidding me” Dean muttered, shutting his eyes.

Jody looked at Sam and shrugged. Sam shook his head. “It’s no big deal, Jody. Dean and Y/N just have a bad history with each other. She’s a great hunter-” Sam explained but Dean cut him off.

“Yeah, if a great hunter steals your kill right from under your nose” he huffed.

Sam glared at him. “Man, would you cut it out? She saved your ass.”

Dean rolled his eyes but said nothing.

“Well, you better act civil because she’s here” Jody said, and jerked her head towards the door.

Dean turned back and saw Y/N walk in. She wore a purple shirt and dark blue skinny jeans, a dark brown leather jacket and her brown, scuffed up hunting boots. She may have annoyed him but damn, she was beautiful. She noticed Jody first and smiled, walking over. As she got closer, her smiled dropped.

Dean freaking Winchester was sitting at the booth, along with Sam. Jody mentioned other hunters coming in for this but failed to mention who they were. Just her luck.

She hugged Jody before she smiled at Sam. Looking at Dean, she watched as his green eyes stared at her intently, somehow angry and hot at the same time.

“Hey, Dean. How’s that leg of yours? You know, I never heard you say “thanks” for getting that wolf off you” she said, rubbing it in.

Dean huffed a bitter laugh. “I could’ve handled it, sweetheart.”

“Geez, I’m regretting this already” Jody mumbled. She clapped her hands once to get their attention. “Guys, can we focus.”

“Sure thing, Jody” Y/N said and sat down next to her, across from Dean.

“Alright, so I tracked the Alpha from Sioux Falls, to here. I followed him to a barn, 20 minutes outside of town. There’s ten in there; more than I can handle. They only hunt when things are busy in town, but tonight’s a curfew because of the killings. So, they’re not going to be heading out to feed. That’s when we get ‘em” Jody explained.

“Sounds like a plan” Y/N smiled.

Later that night, the hunters drove out to where the vampire nest was. They had checked into their motel earlier, except for Jody who said she would drive home that night back to Sioux Falls. As they were prepping, Y/N had felt Dean’s eyes on her the whole time. Every now and then, she’d look over and he’d look away. He was absolutely infuriating, and she just wanted to get this over and done with.

They parked their cars on the main road. There was a forested area that came before the barn, which would shield their cars from being seen. Y/N took out her machete, already sharpened. They walked through the dark forest, Jody and her at the front, with Sam and Dean behind them. They could hear rock music blaring from the barn. Stopping outside, Jody turned to them.

“Alright, Dean you’re with me. We’ll go through the back. Sam and Y/N will go through the front. We good?” she looked between them, especially Y/N and Dean.

“Yeah” Dean nodded, wanting to get this over with.

Jody and Dean went left and walked towards the back of the barn. Y/N followed behind Sam as they walked to the front. Sam looked back at her, a smile playing at his face.

“What?” she asked, quietly as they walked towards the entrance.

“Nothing” he shrugged. “Just wondering why you’re always trying to get under Dean’s skin when you could just admit you like him.”

Y/N scoffed. “You know, you may be a nerd about you’ve never been more wrong about this.”

“Yeah, sure” Sam chuckled to himself.

Y/N ignored as they reached the entrance. She peaked through the crack in the door and saw some of the vampires drinking and dancing to the music.

“Ready?” she asked, looking at him.

Sam nodded, raising his machete.

Jody and Dean rushed towards the back of the barn. Dean clenched his jaw, steeling himself. Jody looked over at him and smiled, slightly. Dean noticed out of the corner of his eye, and looked at her.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing” she shrugged. “It’s just… if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have feelings for Y/N, but you’d rather repel her with your anger than tell her how you feel.”

“Feeling okay there, Jody?” Dean asked, sarcastically.

“Hey, I’m just sayin’… you’re both dancing around these feelings, trying to piss each other off and being angry for no reason. There’s nothing wrong with how you feel, Dean” she said, as she took out her machete.

Dean shook his head and said nothing. “Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah” Jody said, as she stood near the back door.

Dean and Jody burst through the back door as Sam and Y/N did from the front. The vampires saw them and split up, half of them heading each way. Y/N raised her machete and beheaded the first male, but the second one, a woman, grabbed her and threw her. She groaned as she landed but scrambled up quickly as it came for her. Sam took the heads off two male vamps and saw that Y/N was down. Before he could get there, she got up and swung her machete, killing the one that threw her into the wall.

Jody killed one and then another, both men. Dean beheaded one female but was now trapped against a pole, as a male tried to choke him out. Sam ran towards the other two and beheaded one, but the other male grabbed him. Jody noticed and ran over, swinging hard and taking it’s head off. Y/N ran towards the other one, and swung, its head fell to the floor as its body let go of Dean and fell.

She breathed heavily as she looked around the barn, before she looked at him. “You okay?”

She put her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off, roughly.

“Like you care” he muttered.

“Everyone okay?” Jody asked.

They all nodded.

They walked back to the cars and cleaned up. Jody smiled at Y/N, as they hugged first.

“You sure you can’t stay and have a drink?” she asked.

“No, I should really get back” Jody replied. “Plus, it leaves your night for some other kind of fun.”

Y/N shook her head. “Not you too.”

“Just give it a chance. What’s the worst that could happen?” Jody asked.

“We could kill each other” Y/N said, not so sarcastically.

“Just try” Jody said, as she smiled knowingly.

“You don’t what you’re talking about” Y/N told her, firmly.

“Yeah, sure” Jody laughed.

She walked over to the boys and hugged them.

Y/N watched as they interacted, they were close. She never realised it. She heard Dean tell her to give the girls their best. He could be sweet with he wanted to be. They were a family. And what he had with Sam… that was something special.

Jody drove off, leaving Y/N with the boys. She walked over to them and smiled, tentatively. Sam smiled at her as he packed up the machetes in the trunk.

“You okay? That vamp really threw you” Sam asked, concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve had worse” she said, shrugging. It was true, she had much worse than being thrown.

Dean sipped his beer as he leaned against the car, ignoring her. He was really starting to get on her nerves.

“Hey, you know I saved your ass. Again. Maybe you could look at me and say something good for a change” she said, her eyebrow raised.

“I didn’t ask you to” he huffed, sipping his beer.

“Yeah, and now I’m regretting it” she scoffed.

“Guys” Sam sighed.

Dean turned to her, jaw clenched, and shoulders tensed. “Fuck, Y/N. What are you even doing here? Maybe go find your own hunt for a change instead of weaselling your way into others.”

Y/N saw red. That was total bullshit. “Not that I owe you an explanation, Dean, but I do find my own hunts. When other people need me, then I help them. I don’t let them down.”

“We never asked you for help with that wolf” Dean recalled.

Y/N rolled her eyes and growled. “Are you seriously bringing that up again? I was in town, passing through! I saw you guys and helped. End of story. If I hadn’t, that wolf would’ve kept your leg as a souvenir!” she yelled.

“Guys, just stop” Sam warned. “Enough.”

Y/N didn’t say anything as she shook her head. She glared at Dean as she walked past him. “Fuck you, Winchester.”

She walked to her car and got in, revving the engine as she drove off, speeding down the highway. Dean looked at Sam for a brief second but when he received a glare from him too, he looked the other way.

“When we get back to the motel, you better stop being an ass and apologise to her” Sam said, as he sat in the car, waiting for Dean to finish his beer.

A sinking feeling made its way into Dean’s stomach. He had really stepped in it this time.

--X--

Y/N stared at herself in the mirror. Despite washing her face to try to cool down, she was still angry. She couldn’t stop thinking about the things they said to each other. Sometimes she just wanted punch him in his perfect face. But then that would ruin said perfect face, Y/N she thought to herself as she walked out of the bathroom. She shook her head, damn him for being so goddamn hot.

Why? Why did she secretly have to be attracted to the older Winchester? Most of the time, it was easy to be angry at him because of his compulsive need to take over everything and run the show. She would channel that anger into hating him, but she had to admit it was just a front, because sometimes Dean was actually sweet. She saw that tonight, with Jody.

Y/N picked up the bottle of whiskey and poured some into a glass. As she stared down at the amber liquid, she thought about how those qualities make Dean who he is. He wouldn’t be Dean without them, and therefore, she wouldn’t be drawn to him. She brought the glass to her lips and gulped down the whiskey. A sharp knock at the door shook her from her musings, as she nearly dropped the glass in her hand. She put the glass down and walked slowly to the door, once again in hunter mode. She didn’t need any surprises tonight. Slightly pushing herself up on her tip-toes, she looked through the peephole.

Dean was waiting on the other side of the door, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Fuck” she quietly cursed, as she moved away from the door. Why was he here?

“Y/N” his voice came booming from the other side of the door. “Open up, we gotta talk.”

Dean waited as patiently as he could on the other side. After his drink and the guilt of what he said weighing on him, he knew he had to come and talk to her. While she annoyed him sometimes, she was a good person and didn’t deserve to live with what he said. He knew he had pissed her off, and he didn’t want to let the night go by without them talking.

Y/N sighed heavily. Throwing her shoulders back, she took a hold of the doorknob. When she opened it, Dean was struck by her beauty once again.

“What do you want?” she asked, pointedly. She needed this to be over and done with.

Dean gestured towards the room. “Can I come in?”

She rolled her eyes and stood aside. Dean walked in and she closed the door behind him.

“So, um…” he trailed off, not knowing how to start.

“Can you say what you need to say and then leave?” She said, harshly. She was taken aback by her tone, as was Dean.

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed as he blinked a couple of times. “I just came here to apologise for what I said, but if you’re gonna be a bitch about it-”

Y/N scoffed and laughed bitterly. “I think I’ve earned the right to be a bitch, Dean.”

“Wow” Dean shook his head as he looked at her. “Clearly this was a waste of time.”

Dean turned around and headed for the door. She wasn’t going to let him just leave without understanding why he said what he said.

“You had no right to say that to me” she said, taking a step closer to him.

Dean turned around, now it was his turn to scoff. “I know. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. You’d know that if you’d open your mind for one fucking second.”

Y/N glared at him but gave him nothing. She was quiet and Dean took his chance to open his mouth again.

“Listen, I-” Dean cleared his throat and took a step closer to her. “What I said… there’s no excuse for it. I crossed a line and I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have gotten pissed at you for stepping in and killing the damn vamp.”

Y/N crossed arms as her jaw clenched. She was trying to keep herself from exploding. “And saving your ass in the process. I’m fucking good at what I do, Dean. I don’t need you questioning me or insulting me!”

“I know” Dean said, trying to keep his cool. “And I’m sorry.”

“Are you really sorry? Maybe this is just another way for you to undermine me. Try to make me believe you so that you can just say whatever the fuck you want to me again!” Y/N stepped closer to him as she stared into his eyes.

“You’re insane” Dean whispered. He closed his eyes. This wasn’t going to end well, and he had no idea how to try and diffuse the situation. He had to think of something quick, though.

“Did you really think I’d be here, trying to make things right, if that’s what I wanted to do?” he asked, as he took a step closer to her. They were close to each other now, so close that he could see her eyes glisten with unshed tears.

She was quiet again. Dean felt like that was almost scarier than her yelling at him.

“Fuck, Y/N” he sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. “I hated the fact that I said that, and you were mad at me.”

“You’ve never cared about making me mad before, Dean. Why is it different this time?” Y/N asked, but she didn’t really know if she wanted an answer.

Dean shook his head, not knowing how to answer. He knew that if he said something now, he would say too much, and then everything would change.

It was different this time because he had genuinely hurt her feelings and didn’t like that he did that. He had doubted her as a hunter, and that was something you just never do. It made him feel the dirt on the bottom of her shoe and needed to fix that.

“I just-” Dean dropped his head and scratched behind his neck, nervously. “It just is.”

Y/N tried to process what he was saying. He was keeping from her. He looked nervous, like there was something else he wanted to say but he couldn’t.

“You’re lying” Y/N said, firmly. “And I’m done now. So please leave.”

Dean shook his head. If there was one thing he wasn’t, it was a liar. “I’m not lying.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line. Why couldn’t he just let it go?

“Just go, Dean” she said, staring at him. Her expression was blank. She had nothing left to say.

“No.” Dean didn’t move an inch.

Y/N lifted her hands and pressed them against his torso. Even through his shirt, she could feel the hard wall of muscle underneath. She shoved him back slightly, but he didn’t move far. “Leave. Now.”

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart” Dean said, staring into her eyes. His eyes were fiery, holding something she couldn’t quite figure out.

She pushed at him harder. “Damn it, Dean. Just go!” She pushed him again. And again. And again. He kept moving back, but he wasn’t leaving.

“Get out!” she yelled as she started to hit her fists against his chest.

Dean tried to calm her down. “Y/N, hey, look at me.”

Dean tried to grab Y/N’s hands, but she kept hitting him, yelling at him to go, to leave her alone. She raised her fist, ready to strike him but in his quick thinking, he grabbed her wrist. She tried to get out of his hold but couldn’t. She raised her other fist, but he grabbed that too, refusing to let go.

“Let go of me” she said, struggling against of his hold.

“Not until you calm down, sweetheart” he said, his gravelly and deep.

She stared up at him as she continued to try and get away from his hold. His eyes were dark, and something about the way he was looking at her lit a fire within her.

“Let me go, Dean” she gasped, trying to get her fists out of his hands.

In that moment, if she had been honest with herself, she really wasn’t trying to get away from him but away from what she was beginning to feel. His gaze never left her, and it caused a fluttering deep in her core, something that she hadn’t expected to feel around Dean Winchester. Yes, she was attracted to him and had been since the first time they met, but she never thought she would feel anything more than annoyance towards him.

Dean looked down at Y/N, the urge to take her in his arms overwhelmed him. He never thought he would feel this way about her. The girl who had pissed him off on several occasions, as recent as a few hours ago. However, in that moment, with her Y/H/C hair floating down her back and a few strands in her face, her perfect lips inciting him, her incredible body so close he could smell her perfume… she was beautiful.

Without thinking, he let the instinct of that moment take over. He leaned down quickly, pressing his lips to hers. Y/N was shocked at first. His lips were soft and perfect. She had to pull away. This couldn’t happen. In the haste of the kiss, Dean had dropped her hands. With them now free, she pushed him away. Not knowing what possessed her to do it, her hand rose and slapped him across the face. Dean’s head turned sharply to the side with the impact. She breathed heavily, the energy from hitting and pushing him, from trying to get away from him, had taken it out of her. Dean looked down at her, his eyes darkened even more, and Y/N felt a heat begin to rise in her core.

Without a second thought, she pushed herself up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. Dean’s hands landed softly on her hips, hesitant at first. When she lifted her hands and placed them on his jaw, pulling him closer, he brought her body closer to his. He deepened the kiss, softly biting her bottom lip. She gasped into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing herself even closer to him. His hands roamed up her back, tangling in the ends of her Y/C/H hair. Their lips still joined, their kisses became harder and rougher, both of them fighting for dominance. She pressed herself harder into him, which caused him to walk backwards a few steps. His back hit the wall as he pulled her even tighter, his arms hard around her waist.

Y/N’s hands roamed his chest and disappeared under his jacket and flannel shirt. She pushed them off his shoulders and helped him take them off his arms, all while their lips never left each other. Her fingers played with the edge of his black t-shirt, pushing it up, she placed her hands against the warm, soft but strong muscle of his stomach. She reluctantly pulled away from his lips and lifted the shirt off him when he raised his arms. She threw the shirt behind her and turned back to him, taking in the smooth lines and hard muscle of his chest and torso. She leaned in and kissed his neck, biting softly. Her lips trailed down his collarbone, biting and sucking near his anti-possession tattoo.

Dean’s hand found its way to her hair and tugged slightly, pulling her mouth away from his collarbone. He leaned and kissed her, roughly. His entire body felt like fire, burning for her and the things she was doing to him. He was painfully hard already, and all they had done was kiss.

He pulled her away from him, his hands still in her hair. “Shit, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“I think I do” she smiled, biting her lip. Her hand ran down his body, before she slowly rubbed it along the crotch of his jeans. She hummed as she felt him, hard just for her.

With a cheeky grin, she quickly started on jeans. She leaned in and kissed the middle of his chest. She slowly started to lower herself and kissed down his body. Her knees landed on the floor as her hands unzipped and pulled his jeans down. His cock sprung free, causing her to moan at the sight.

“Fuck” she whispered, as she took his cock in her hand.

Y/N leaned in and licked the tip of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum on her tongue. She pressed her lips to the tip before trailing them down his shaft, heading straight for his balls as she began to stroke him with her hand. Her tongue ran over each ball, causing a sigh from Dean. She continued to do that for a few more strokes before she flattened her tongue, travelling all the way up his cock once more. Dean’s hands slipped into her hair as she took the tip in her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth, sucking softly.

“Fuck, Y/N, just like that,” he urged her on. He clamped his eyes shut and threw his head back against the wall. He breathed in erratically as he looked down at her. “Shit, you look so good with my cock in your mouth, sweetheart.”

She took him deeper, trying to reach the base of his cock. Considering his size, she used her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. She pulled back and sucked the tip, her pumping along his length. Her other hand stroked and cupped his balls, as he gripped her hair tighter.

“Your cock is so big, Dean. I love the way you taste, so fucking good” she breathed out as she stared up at him and licked a long strip from his balls to the tip.

“Fuck” he groaned. Now she was talking dirty. How did they get from hating each other to this point? It felt surreal.

She went to take him in her mouth again, but Dean stopped her. He pulled her head back by her hair as he stared down at her.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Y/N” he said, letting go of her hair and taking her hands.

Dean was completely naked as Y/N took in his form. An Adonis stood in front of her and she couldn’t believe she got to have him. If one night was all she got, then she was going to take it. She quickly got rid of her shirt and jeans, but then he stopped her when he saw her black and red lace bra, and matching panties. He leaned down and kissed each breast, her hands coming up and holding his head to her chest. She gripped the short spikes as he reached around and unclasped her bra, throwing it across the room. He gazed at her breasts, her nipples hard from the cool air of the room. He leaned in and kissed her nipple, taking it into his mouth. He nipped at it, causing a moan from her.

“Dean” she gasped, as she felt his hands travel down.

He grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, turning around and pressing her against the wall. He moved one hand around and teased the front of her panties, feeling how wet she was.

“So wet, baby. It’s all for me, isn’t?” he smirked as he looked at her.

“Yeah” she whispered, leaning her head back against the wall.

He rubbed his fingers along the crotch of her panties, feeling her get wetter. She moaned at the feeling, her eyes shut tightly.

“What do you want, sweetheart? You want my fingers inside you? Fucking you, getting you ready for my cock?” he asked, kissing her jaw.

“Yes” she moaned. “Yes, Dean, I want your fingers inside me.”

Dean leaned in and kissed her, hard. He reached down and pulled her panties away from her body, stretching them until the band snapped. He threw the ripped fabric over his shoulder.

“Dean” she scolded him, but the feel of his lips biting her jaw was overwhelming. She didn’t really care about him ruining her underwear.

Dean chuckled deep in his throat, his fingers rubbing the slit. His fingers became slick from how wet she was, and he inserted two fingers into her warm core. Her walls clenched around his fingers, as he continued to push them in and out of her.

“Shit, Y/N. Your pussy’s so fucking wet, my fingers are soaked, baby. God, you’re so damn hot” he said, smirking as he continued to bite at her jaw.

“Fuck, Dean, that feels so good. Yeah, right there” she moaned. She gripped the hair at the back of his head tightly, her hips thrusting hard against his fingers.

“So impatient” he laughed, as he curled his fingers inside her, rubbing against her g-spot.

“Fuck me” she whispered, incoherently.

“What was that, sweetheart?” he asked, smirking as he teased her.

“Fuck me, Dean. I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours” she said, louder as she stared into his eyes.

Dean pulled his fingers out of her as she sighed at the loss. He lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist and gripped her hips, tightly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He moaned as he tasted her, his hand taking hold of his cock, sensitive with how hard it was.

Dean pressed the head of his cock against her slit. As he felt her tug on his hair, he pushed into the cavern of her pussy. He groaned at the feeling of her wet, warm folds against his hard dick and started to thrust into her. She moaned as she threw her head back, her hips thrusting up to meet his. Y/N had never felt so good. He was stretching her walls so perfectly, making her feel so full.

“Dean… you feel so fucking good” she gasped.

“Your pussy feels so fucking perfect around my cock” he grunted, as he gripped her thighs.

The rhythm of his thrusts was good, but she needed more.

“Fuck me harder, Dean. I want you deep inside me” she moaned. “Fuck me hard.”

Dean groaned and obliged her, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

“Oh fuck, yeah!” she moaned loudly. “Dean… oh god…” she gasped, gripping his shoulders tight, her fingernails making little dents in his skin.

Dean leaned in and kissed her neck, nipping roughly at her pulse. “Fuck, Y/N…” he moaned into her neck.

Dean lifted Y/N away from the wall and carried her over the bed. He pulled out of her and dropped her down on the bed. He turned her onto her stomach, admiring the curve of her ass.

“Hands and knees” he commanded, his voice deep and rough.

Y/N shivered as she did what she was told. The same tone she would get angry at and argue with was now turning her on so much.

She got into position, the anticipation for what was about to come exciting her.

Dean ran his knuckles along her slit, humming at the wetness. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to her entrance, his tongue licking her folds as he grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to his mouth.

“Fuck… Dean, oh fuck yes” her voice hitched, as her hands fisted the sheets.

He thrust his tongue in and out of her, moaning at the taste of her.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good, sweetheart” he growled, his breath hot against her pussy.

“Dean… I…” she was unable to finish what she was saying. She leaned her head down and bit into her wrist, too overwhelmed by what he was doing to her.

“You what, Y/N?” he mumbled against her folds, before he drove his tongue in deeper.

“Oh please, Dean. Please just fuck me. Fuck me!” she begged. She couldn’t believe the things he was doing to her and how badly she needed even more.

Dean moved away from her and kissed the right cheek of her ass, as he stood upright. “So desperate for my cock. How bad do you want it, Y/N?” he teased.

“I want it so much, Dean. Please, just give me your big cock” she replied, looking back at him.

Dean’s hands gripped Y/N’s hips as he lined his cock up with her entrance. In one swift thrust, he entered her. She moaned, practically screaming as he began a fast pace, his hips thrusting deep as he pulled hers repeatedly onto his cock.

“Shit” he hissed. “So fucking tight, baby.”

The sounds of his hips slapping against her ass, their moans and harsh breaths filled the room. The entire motel could probably hear them, but they didn’t care. All that mattered in that moment was them.

Dean lifted one hand off her hip and slipped it into her hair. He pulled her up, her back flush against his chest as he continued to fuck her.

Y/N gasped as her hand reached up and grasped his short hair. “Fuck.”

Dean turned his head to look her in the eyes, her pupils blown wide with arousal.

“You like what I’m doing, don’t you, sweetheart? You like my cock inside you? Tell me how good it feels” he murmured against her lips.

YN bit her lip as she gazed into his green, lust filled eyes. “Fuck, Dean. Your cock feels so good inside me. So fucking big, fills me so good” she cried out. She took his other hand in hers, taking it off her hip and guided it towards her swollen nub.

“Play with my clit, Dean” she moaned. “Fucking make me cum hard on your cock.”

God, that nearly made him cum right there, but he had to hold on. She was way too good at that. His fingers circled her clit, adding to the pleasure that coursed through her body.

Dean continued to thrust into her hard and fast. He grunted loudly as she clenched around him. “Your pussy takes my cock so good, baby, so fucking perfect.”

With her head still resting on his shoulder and her eyes still looking into his, Y/N gripped his sweaty short spikes in her hand, roughly. “Make me cum on that perfect cock, Dean. Make me yours.”

Dean felt her walls clenching him tighter, and he knew that she was close.

Dean pulled out of her reluctantly. Before Y/N could protest, he flipped her onto her back and climbed on top of her. She automatically wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her legs around his waist. He wanted to see her face when she came, he wanted to see what he did to her. Dean looked down at Y/N, her face open and something unspoken in her eyes. Suddenly, the air in the room changed. Something between them changed.

Make me yours. That’s what she had said. She wanted him, he wanted her and not just in this way, but in every other way possible, too.

Dean entered her again, as she gazed up at him, never breaking eye contact. Y/N could feel something change between them. It was quick and it scared her, but she invited the feeling in. His thrusts were deep and hard like before, but the speed became more languid.

Dean took her hands in his, placing them on either side of her head. He pressed his body closer to hers, without crushing her. He leaned in and kissed her, passionately. He pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers, their eyes locked on each other. The energy in the room was charged with something new, something exciting that should’ve been terrifying but wasn’t.

She squeezed his fingers tight, gasping for breath. “Dean, I’m so close.”

“I know, sweetheart” he nodded, “me too.”

His thrusts get slightly faster, wanting them to come at the same time.

“Dean, I-” she started but cut herself off as she moaned at the pressure building inside her.

“Cum with me, Y/N. Cum with me” he groaned.

Dean’s thrusts became erratic, as Y/N moaned loudly, her walls clenching tight around his cock. She looked into his eyes as the coil in her stomach snapped.

“Dean, oh fuck, Dean! Dean!” she moaned his name over and over loudly as she came hard on his cock.

“Fuck, Y/N… I, fuck” Dean muttered as he reached his peak, spilling inside of her.

They stared at each other as they came down from their high, breathing heavily. Dean’s hand came up and softly brushed her hair out of her face. He cupped her cheek in his hand and watched as she leaned into his touch, her eyes closed. He leaned down and kissed her softly. Y/N slowly dropped her legs to the bed as he pulled out of her. She hissed as the loss and the empty feeling, knowing she was going to feel the burn in the morning. She smiled at the thought; she didn’t really mind.

Dean slowly lifted her up and reached for the sheets. He pulled them down and laid her down, her head lying on the pillow. He got up and Y/N frowned, taking his hand in hers. Dean looked at her, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“One sec…” he whispered, as he walked to the bathroom.

Y/N felt the cool air of the room against her sweaty body and shivered. Before she could pull the sheet up, Dean walked out of the bathroom with a damp cloth. He sat down beside her and reached between her legs, cleaning her. She closed her eyes as the effects of their lengthy activities started to take over. She felt him leave, probably to clean himself and then throw the cloth in the hamper, but she ultimately didn’t care. The next thing she felt was Dean slide in beside her and pull the covers over them. She rolled into him, her head resting on his chest.

Dean looked down at Y/N and smirked. She was so blissed out as she rested on him. He wrapped his arm around her and listened as her breath evened out, falling asleep. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything that had happened on the hunt and how it all ended up; with them having sex. Sex that started off as pure adrenaline and tension release, before it became… something more.

He didn’t know what it was; just something that he couldn’t explain. He wasn’t used to this feeling of wanting to be close to someone in the most intimate way. It scared him. Wanting that for more than one night was also a foreign feeling, but as he looked down at Y/N those worries went away. He never thought he would feel this way towards her, but if he was being honest, he always did. He just covered it up and acted out to push away what he felt. Clearly it was the same for her. He could see it in her eyes tonight.

Dean pulled Y/N closer and shut his eyes. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t have any nightmares.

--X--

The morning sun shone through the gap between the curtains. Y/N snuggled further into the pillow, as she felt the rays hit her face. She turned away to avoid the heat on her face and cuddled into the other pillow. Her brows furrowed and her eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the light in the room. The space next to her was empty. The sheets were thrown back and only slightly warm, as she smoothed her hand over the sheet. She sat up, holding the sheet to her body. She looked around the room and only saw her own clothes on the floor.

Her stomach sank. There was no sign of Dean. He had left her there, and most likely on his way to whatever was next with Sam. She thought that last night had meant something, something new. Something unexpected, but amazing, nonetheless. She should’ve known this would happen. She took last night for granted and now she was paying for it.

Y/N’s head turned towards the door when she heard keys jingling in the lock. The door opened and to her surprise, Dean walked through holding a coffee holder with two coffees and a small, white paper bag. He tossed her room keys on the table and turned. He smirked when he saw that she was awake. Her hair was a mess and there were small hickeys forming on her neck; he felt a sense of pride as he remembered what occurred the night before.

“Mornin’ gorgeous” he said, walking over to her.

Y/N smiled. She doubted him when she shouldn’t have. It was better he didn’t know that; she didn’t want to hurt him by thinking ill of him for a split second.

“Morning” she sighed.

Dean sat down beside her, the coffee and bag still in hand. He placed them on the bedside table, then slowly moved in, kissing her lips softly. She smiled against his lips. She liked this new side to him.

“I got you those powdered donuts you like and coffee, hint of cream, just the way you like it” he said, when he pulled away. He handed her the cup and smiled.

“Thanks” she couldn’t wipe the giddiness from her face. This was so new, and it should’ve been weird, but all she could think about was how much she actually did care for him. He remembered how she liked her coffee from the one time she ordered in front of him, on that witch hunt. He was so freaking cute.

“So, last night was… uh, unexpected” he mumbled, trying to hide his smirk.

“Yeah, it was” she agreed. “But… god, Dean, it was amazing.”

He smirked. “Fuck yeah, it was.” He leaned in and pecked her lips. He couldn’t stop kissing her and touching her.

The room was quiet before she spoke again.

“So… what now?” she asked, looking him in the eyes. She asked the big question. Someone had to.

Dean took a deep breath, thinking it over. “I don’t know.”

She nodded but waited for him to say something else.

Dean took her coffee-free hand in his and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. He smiled softly as he looked at her. “All I know is, after last night… I don’t think I can let you go.”

She bit her lip as her heart skipped a beat at his words. “Me neither.”

Y/N leaned in and kissed him, passionately. Dean deepened the kiss, nipping slightly at her bottom lip.

She pulled away, smiling again. “Who would’ve thought all that arguing and pissing each other off would lead to this.”

“Not me” he said, shaking his head. “If the result of that is more of what happened last night, maybe we should piss each other off more often.”

“You better not, if you know what’s good for you, Winchester” she said, as she playfully glared at him.

“I solemnly swear that I’ll try not to” he chuckled.

She laughed. “That’s all I ask.”

She leaned in and kissed him. She smiled as he immediately deepened the kiss once again. Their lips moved against each other’s slowly, but she frowned as he pulled away too soon.

Dean rolled his eyes and didn’t look happy to cut things short. “I wish I could start something up again, but I gotta go. Sam called while I was on my way back here. We gotta head back to the Bunker. Something about Cas needing our help.”

“It’s okay, I understand” she smiled softly, cupping his cheek and grazing her thumb over his stubble.

He leaned into her touch before turning his head and kissing her hand. “Come to the Bunker.”

She nodded. “I will. I just have to do some things for a friend, but I can be there next week.”

“Really?” he asked, trying to not sound too hopeful. It was adorable.

“Of course. I’ve been hearing about it from Jody for so long, I can’t wait to see it myself” she replied, still stroking his cheek.

“I can’t wait to show you” he said, quietly.

She beamed as she leaned in and kissed him.

“Y/N… I really am sorry about what I said. You’re a damn good hunter and I shouldn’t have doubted you-” he started but she covered his mouth with her hand.

She shook her head as she looked into his confused eyes. “You don’t need to apologize anymore, Dean. Clean slate, okay?”

He nodded. She dropped her hand from his mouth. “Clean slate.”

They gazed at each other for a little too long, feeling the same heat from last night rise within themselves.

“You better go. Sam’s waiting for you” she said, taking a sip of her coffee.

Dean groaned. “Yeah.”

Dean reluctantly stood up from the bed and picked up his coffee. He opened the bag and took out one donut, leaving the other two for her. He took a bite and she giggled as the powder stuck to his mouth. She sat up on her knees, hugging the sheet to her body. He cupped her face and kissed her. It was soft and brief but held everything she needed to know behind it.

“You taste good” she smiled, licking her lips and tasting the powder.

He winked. “You taste better.”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “See you soon.”

He nodded and kissed her again, once, twice.

Dean winked at her as he walked to the door, before he was gone. She could pinch herself at how everything played out last night. She couldn’t believe it but damn it, she was excited to see what happened next for her and Dean.

Walking towards the Impala, he bit back a smirk. Sam wondered where he had been all night, but Dean didn’t say anything. He probably wouldn’t; at least not for the next hundred miles. It gave him time to think over how everything changed between him and Y/N. They went from hating each other to something much, much better.

He suddenly couldn’t wait for the next week to arrive, and neither could she. They still had a lot to talk about and work out, but one thing was for sure.

They really owed Jody big time.

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fix it fic. 15.20 spoilers 1.5k. ao3

The reaper they send looks at him with compassion. It’s not anyone he knows.

“Welcome, Dean,” she says, “Are you ready to move on?”

Dean blinks, looks back at where he was a second ago, where Sam is still hunched over his lifeless body.

He says, “No, my brother – first I need to make sure he’s gonna be alright.”

She smiles reassuringly and tells him, “He will be.”

But Dean insists, says, “Look, you don’t know me, but I know your boss -”

“I know you, Dean. But without Chuck, things have changed. You’re just like everyone else now.”

Right, no Billie anymore. Just an old regular Death that doesn’t care about him.

“Yeah, well, then let me stick around awhile. As a ghost or something,” he looks back once again at Sam, carrying his body out of the barn, “After everything I did. I'm just asking for this,” he begs. “It won’t be long. Just- just give me a day.”

She accepts.

So he sees his funeral.

There’s Jody, and Donna, by Sam’s side. There are the girls, tears streaked faces and broken voices. Kaia doesn’t leave Claire’s side the whole time. Garth is there too, Charlie with Stevie and a whole bunch of hunters he met down the literal road. It’s an impressive turn up, if he’s being honest.

Dean has always thought about how his funeral would look like. Before Sam, he thought his body would just rot away in some abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere, forgotten. He’d hated that. Later, he’d pictured his brother lighted by the fire of his pyre, alone and miserable. He’d hated that even more.

But things had changed and he’d changed and he’d let people in and fought to hold on to them and to do right by them. And he is proud of what he’s done for them and for the whole world; he wouldn’t change a thing. His life had been a difficult one, but he’d known love and family and that was the important part.

Now they are there, saying thank you and goodbye. And he realizes, he was silly to worry about Sam not being alright. Of course he’s going to be alright. He can see it in the way he gets shepherd to the car, fussed over, held, in the way Eileen never lets go of his hand.

So when the reaper comes again and asks “Are you ready, Dean?”, he says, “Yeah, we can go now.”

It’s only fair Bobby is the one to welcome him. He hugs him and Dean breathes in car oil and gun powder, and the inside of his house, old books and cheap booze. He doesn’t even question how is that possible.

“Good to see you, boy,” he says in the same gruff voice.

“You know that me being here means I’m dead, right?” he jokes, but accepts the beer Bobby hands him and sits next to him.

“Everybody dies, you ain’t special,” he replies with half a smile. “How was Sam?”

“Oh, you know. I’m sure he’s dealing.”

“Don’t worry, he’ll be here soon.”

Dean scoffs, “Hell, I hope not. I hope he lives the longest life, so he can tell me all about it when he comes up.”

Bobby clinks his bottle against his in agreement.

He is the one who tells him about Heaven – points in the distance at Rufus’ house, his own house. He is the one who tells him about Jack. And Cas.

Dean is surprised and gets a little chocked up. “I thought he was in the Empty. I thought – I thought Jack couldn’t reach him there.”

If he thinks that he could have -

But Bobby smiles and takes a sip. “Well, you’re right, but you think that would’ve stopped Jack from trying? He’s your son, after all,” he says and Dean is filled with pride and affection. “But when he got there, turns out, Cas was fighting from the inside.” Dean huffs a laugh and Bobby follows suit. “They broke everyone free, sent the Empty back to sleep. They’re all at peace now.”

“Wh-when did this happen?”

“Who knows. Time is different here. You’ll get used to it.”

Dean waits for Bobby to offer up some other information, but he stays silent.

So he takes a breath and starts, “Is - Cas, is he -?”, but Bobby cuts him off with a look.

“He sure knows you’re here. You just gotta call him.”

Dean nods and swallows but stays put, beer forgotten in his hand.

Another moment passes, then Bobby says, “Go, boy,” and Dean doesn’t look but he knows for a fact there is an eye-roll involved.

That gets him out of his chair and out of the shade of the porch, under a sun that is not too warm, nor too cold. “Thanks Bobby,” he looks back.

He nods and says, “Hey, when you’re done, come over at my place. I’d like you to meet my Karen,” and Dean doesn’t think he’s ever seen such happiness in his eyes.

He takes a few steps from the Roadhouse but when he turns back again, the pub seems miles away and then there’s the Impala right beside him.

“Hey, Baby,” he says, touching her hood affectionately. He leans against her, closes his eyes and concentrates. “Don’t worry. We’re gonna take off in a minute. Just wanted to know if someone wants to come along for a ride?”

He feels brave and light but holds his breath in the defining silence that follows. Before he can feel like a fool though, he hears a flap of wings right in front of him.

He can’t contain the smile that takes over his face. He waits a second more before opening his eyes.

“I would love to.”

Cas is beautiful. Dean has seen him powerful, and he’s seen him determinate, but he’s never seen him so peaceful and ethereal. He looks like home and like something so out of Dean’s reach – except that’s not true. He told him himself that he was wrong about that. The light shines on his face and he’s got a little smile that reminds Dean of one time on the side of a darkly lit road a lifetime ago.

Dean closes the distance in a heartbeat and wraps his arms around him and holds tight. “Hey, Cas.”

He feels the fabric of the trenchcoat against his skin and Cas’ strong arms and warm hands around him and if he didn’t already know he was in Heaven he would have started to suspect it right then. “Hello, Dean.”

They hold each other for a long time and Dean thinks of what Bobby said and wonders how many years are going by and how many more could go by before he gets sick of that.

He pulls back a little, just enough to look at his face but not enough to get out of his hold. He jokes, “You could’ve come find me at the gates, thrown me a welcome party.”

Cas presses his lips together. “I thought it was best to let you decide where you wanted to go and who you wanted to see.”

“And you thought I wouldn’t wanna see you?”

Cas hesitates but Dean cuts him off before he can say anything.

He cradles his face and makes sure Cas is looking straight at him when he says, “Cas. I love you too. Of course, I love you too,” and it comes out a little broken and a little breathy but he feels giddy and Cas is smiling and then there’s kisses, lips and hair through his fingers and a whole new shiny beautiful world. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me,” he says. “I’m so glad you’re here, I can’t believe my luck.”

Dean keeps thinking, Cas was right. All this time he thought that the best thing that could happen was to know that Cas loved him, but the way Dean feels now, seeing his eyes shining as he hears his words, yeah, nothing can beat that. He decides then, that he’ll tell him everything that Cas always deserved to hear and he’ll make sure he never forgets it. It may not make up for the time he spent doubting, but for sure he’ll try. Cas grabs his hand, “I feel the same way.”

Dean takes a deep breath. “So, what are we gonna do?”

“I could show you around. I thought I was offered a ride?”

“Yeah,” laughs Dean, pulling him along, walking backward towards the car. “You sure I’m not keeping you? I heard you’re big shot now.”

“I am God’s father. There are perks to the position,” Cas says, as they both get inside.

“Good. Hope that means you’re gonna stay. Cause I’m kinda sick of you getting out my sight.”

Cas looks back at him from the passenger seat, and it’s a sight Dean knows very well, but this time it’s different. This time he smiles and says the most amazing thing Dean could hope for.

He says: “I’m not going anywhere.”

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adhdeancas · 3 years

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For @theangelwiththewormstache, I kind of went all out and searched through your blog to see what you like and headcanon, sent a few sneaky asks to find out more, and wrote in all the things I wanted for everyone’s happy ending. it got... unbelievably long.

Merry Christmas and enjoy :)

Love, Cas over at @let-me-live-in-peace and @samwinchestersleftshoe

PS: thanks to @destielsecretsanta2020 for organizing this!

Click.

Dean sighed and nodded, pulling the phone away from his ear so he could stare at it expectantly. Right about…

It rang.

“Cas,” Dean said languidly, like an asshole who didn’t know why his boyfriend was calling him back.

“Sorry. I forgot again.”

“I know.” Dean couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice if he tried. And he tried.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“Dean.” A hint of well-earned annoyance.

“I love you too, Cas.”

“Bye.” And another click. Dean grinned and pocketed his phone. The dumbass was still too impatient to wait for an answering goodbye. Guess they’d never be the couple to argue about who should hang up first. Then again, Dean kinda liked it this way. It was just a few more seconds of teasing and a special call to say I love you, that was kind of nice, right? Jesus he was a sap.

“Earth to Dean? Wanna stop daydreaming about your boyfriend for a sec and get back on task?” Claire was standing there waving a hand in his face, bitchface firmly planted. Dean gave her one back.

“Don’t be homophobic.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m gay.”

“Yeah.” Dean kept walking, looking around at the rows on rows of Christmas trees. He stole a glance back at her. “Where is Kaia anyway?”

Claire blushed and crossed her arms over her chest. She would never tell him, but Kaia had hung back to give her some alone time with Dean. “She wanted to hang out with Jack. Guess she didn’t want to stare at your ugly mug all day.” A grin then, as Dean laughed at her joke.

“Fine, fine, guess you’re stuck with me.”

They roamed around a bit, both insisting on cutting down their tree themselves, Claire winning the fight to get to carry the ax. (Yes, Sam had suggested they bring a chainsaw. They had both refused because they needed to “earn the Christmas tree.”)

“Cas wanted a fraser fir.” Dean remembered, pointing to the section marked for them.

He felt, rather than saw, Claire roll her eyes, which, that’s exactly what Dean had done when Cas first told him. “Dork. Do you always do what your boyfriend tells you?”

Dean shrugged. “Pretty much. You?”

“Yeah.” They shared a soft smile before going back to their regular shit-talking. It was just The Dynamic. They searched a little bit more before they found one, the perfect tree that was big enough to make them both giggle over what Sam’s reaction would be when they brought it home.

It… takes longer to cut down a tree than you would think. Than either of them thought. Especially when you bring an ax and especially when you choose an obnoxiously large tree. They took a break about halfway through, sitting down in the snow and passing the thermos of hot chocolate Jack made them take back and forth (Claire spiked it with Bailey’s, which Dean chose not to comment on but was grateful for).

“Hey Claire… is it weird? Seeing me and Cas,”

Claire looked at him warily, seeming to consider what possible ulterior motives he had. Then, figuring she was the one with the ax, she answered. “A little. But I never saw my dad this old. Or this gay.” She gave him a grin and Dean flipped her off, taking the ax out of her hands to get back to the tree. “It’s good.”

Dean paused. “What is?”

“You and him. You’re good for each other, you can tell. Don’t overthink it.”

Dean’s lips curled up. “Sounds like something Cas would say.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes the dork is right. Don’t be an idiot.” She shook her head at him. “Jody had to remind me all the time at first.”

“What?”

“That I… y’know. Deserve it. Her. To be happy.” She put the last bit in quotes, saying it sarcastically, but Dean could see the truth of it in her eyes.

“Yeah, well, Jody’s smart like that.” He took another swing at the ax and tried to believe it for himself. It got easier every day.

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Cas was left at home with Kaia and Jack while Dean and Claire got the tree and Sam and Eileen got food supplies. (Dean had protested, but Sam had -correctly- said that if given free rein, he wouldn’t get any vegetarian options and would get 10x more junk than they needed.) Jody, Donna, Alex, Bobby, Charlie, and the rest wouldn’t be here until the next afternoon. Christmas afternoon.

“So what should we do first?” He was a little bit nervous, being once again put in charge of the kids.

“Paper snowflakes?” Jack suggested, his excitement all too obvious from the smile on his face. Kaia glanced at him, amused by his obvious enthusiasm. Claire had braided his hair before she left while Kaia painted his nails (black, because they don’t own any other color of nail polish). It was clear they were pretty bonded.

“Sounds good to me.”

Kaia had to teach both of them how to make paper snowflakes. Cas tried to make perfectly symmetrical snowflakes; Jack kept cutting his in half on accident which made a bunch of smaller snowflakes. Hey, it worked.

“So… what��s the deal with you and Dean?”

“Deal?” Cas flushed a little. Everytime someone asked it thrilled him all over again. He was dating Dean. Dean. Was his. Had told him so, straight to his face. And he got to kiss Dean whenever, and sleep with him, and make him make noises only he got to hear, and listen to all his worries and weird fears and recaps on the latest episodes of Dr. Sexy.

“Cas?” Jack was knocking on the table lightly. Kaia had two raised eyebrows and a little smile.

“That good, huh?” She could relate. Everytime she thought about Claire she felt all warm inside, and going home to her at the end of the day was like a dream, especially after being apart for so long.

Cas looked down, called out. “That good.” he agreed.

“How disgusting are they, Jack, on a scale of cute to rip your own face off cute?” Kaia leaned over the table now, shit-eating grin plastered firmly on her face. Jack looked delighted to be in on the joke, which made Cas happy in spite of himself. Jack really needed this time with kids his own age. (Well, kind of. He was technically three.)

“Well, they do cook together…”

“Do they do that thing where one of them comes up from behind and puts their head on the other’s shoulder?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Dean or Cas?”

“Cas watches. He can’t cook.”

“Hey!” It was true. Cas was just arguing for the principle of it.

“But the movie nights are the cutest. One of them always falls asleep on top of the other one.”

“Probably at like 10 o’clock. You guys are so old.” Kaia teased, shifting her attention back to Cas.

Cas shook his head and pointed his finger at the two of them. “I never should have had children.” Kaia stuck her tongue out and Jack followed suit. Proving his point. Kids.

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“Hey, you dorks just gonna let us do all the work, huh?” Dean shouted from the garage.

“Yeah motherfuckers, get in here!”

Cas let out a half-hearted “Language!” before following Kaia and Jack through the halls. Claire pulled Jack into a side hug first before tugging Kaia in for a kiss. Dean would’ve followed suit, except Claire had actually left him to carry the whole fucking tree himself, which Dean, like an idiot, had actually attempted. Cas hurried over to help him, which earned him a glare lined with gratefulness.

“Oh yeah, have a happy little reunion over there, don’t mind me or this giant tree!” Dean griped at the kids. “Let the old men handle it!”

“Hey, you said it first.” Claire raised an eyebrow at Dean and pulled Kaia and Jack off into the bunker, probably to go find Miracle. Dean sighed heavily, muttering under his breath.

“You brought that on yourself.” Cas informed him, grunting under the effort of holding up half the tree.

“Thank you, babe. Very helpful.” Dean rolled his eyes. Cas pretended he didn’t feel a jolt of happiness at the most sarcastic ‘babe’ he’d ever heard.

-----

They managed to haul the giant-ass tree into the library and set it up, barely. It did almost crush Cas, but Dean tugged it upright at the last moment, prompting a joke about Cas dying again. (“Hey, you’re not allowed to make those anymore, you’re human now, dick.”) And a kiss that all the kids whooped and hollered at.

Then Cas showed Dean and Claire around the decorations they’d made while they were out. The greatest hits included paper snowflakes, ornaments, and a Christmas tree on the wall made out of old license plates. Dean clapped Jack on the shoulder to congratulate him on his crafts while Kaia held Claire’s hand and pretended not to be affected by the praise sent her way.

By the time Sam and Eileen got back, they’d decorated the tree, all the chairs in the bunker, and the stair-rail with lights and tinsel. Sam let out a whistle when he came back in, which brought Miracle, Jack, and Cas to greet them. (Claire and Kaia were busy telling Dean all about their local gay bar. Which, considering they lived in South Dakota, was quite the story.)

Dean’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw his brother and Eileen come in the kitchen with their bags. “Okay Dean, before you ask, we went with apple, pecan, pumpkin, and cherry.” Sam looked at Dean warily, who stared back at him over the girls’ heads with narrowed eyes, deciding whether or not to fight. The amount of pie ingredients he’d put on the list had been truly outrageous.

“Would like to remind you that the kids are making cookies and cheesecake too.” Eileen reminded him. Dean continued to look around suspiciously until Cas sat down on his lap.

That’s great, Eileen. Cas signed to her. He will be fine.

Eileen rolled her eyes. Whiner. Sam let out a snort and Cas grinned at her. Dean glared.

“What’re you saying?”

“Learn to sign better and you’d know.” Sam smirked.

“I’m working on it!” Dean protested and wrapped his arms around Cas’s waist, tugging him in possessively. He was going to try to sign something else but settled for a middle finger pointed straight at his brother. Hey, it was sign language.

Cas leaned back and kissed him on the cheek for his efforts. His memory landed on one particularly frustrating night for Dean when they’d been practicing his ASL (Cas knew every language of course) and Dean just couldn’t remember the most basic of things. Lamp, field, tree. The more frustrated he got, the more words started to leave him. He’d started swearing under his breath and stomped out to the porch to cool off, followed by Cas a few minutes later. Cas still remembered the drained look in his eyes as he looked at Cas.

“I feel like such a fucking dumbass, Cas. I know it’s not that hard, it shouldn’t be that hard, Sam makes it seem so easy…”

“Dean, you are learning. It’s okay if it takes you a little time. Sam has experience with ASL, doesn’t he?”

Dean had sighed and conceded this. “Yeah, he took some in college I think. I just… I never took any language, you know? Didn’t seem as important as woodshop or sex ed.” He grinned half-heartedly at his own joke.

Cas smiled back and pointed at him, signing o and k. You’re okay.

He repeated the signs, nodding. I’m okay.

I love you.

I love you too.

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After the pies were made and chicken noodle soup in the crock pot, Cas and Dean relinquished the kitchen to the kids and retired to the Dean cave. Sam and Eileen were cooped up in their room until they were allowed back into the living quarters by the kids. They didn’t want their creations critiqued or tasted before they were ready.

Cas waited patiently while Dean typed away on his phone, eyes narrowed to see the text. He refused to get reading glasses or enlarge the print on his phone, even though he sorely needed it. Cas kept his complaining about it to a minimum though because he liked the wrinkles around Dean’s eyes when he squinted. It reminded him that he got to grow old with Dean.

Dean looked up finally to see the fond look on his lover’s face and blushed, guilty. “Sorry, just checking with Kara.”

Cas nodded understandingly. As always. “The bar will survive without us for a few days.”

“I know.” Dean looked down, a little pleased he could admit it. “I just miss it.” Wow, to have a life he could miss, and to miss it from a peaceful holiday vacation surrounded by his family. It was… surreal.

“What do you want to watch?”

Dean sank back into the cushions, thinking. “Die Hard?”

Cas smiled at him. “Is that what you want to watch?”

Dean rolled his eyes and flipped around so he could lay his head in Cas’s lap. “No.” He admitted it grudgingly. Cas could read him like a book. It was inconvenient sometimes and other times, like now, it was nice. “Just seems like the thing to watch. Y’know, Christmas Eve.”

Cas shrugged. He put a hand in Dean’s hair, just like he liked it. Dean closed his eyes almost at his touch; he’d gotten much more comfortable letting his guard down like that lately. It had taken a while though, months of Dean staying rigid in his arms before he could relax quicker. “There are other things to watch.”

Dean reached a hand up and cupped Cas’s jaw with his hand. “Whaddyou wanna watch, sweetheart?”

Cas couldn’t help but turn his head to kiss Dean’s hand. Dean only called him sweetheart when he was feeling particularly tender, usually a few whiskeys in. This time he happened to be both. Cas loved it. “What about a double feature?”

“Hm,” Dean scrubbed his hand along Cas’s stubble and thought. Cas’s stubble was one his favorite physical things about him; sometimes Cas accused him of petting him like a cat. “What ones?”

“First… It’s a Wonderful Life.”

Dean cracked a grin and opened his eyes. “Clarence?”

Cas blushed. “I miss her sometimes.”

“Should I be worried?”

Cas tilted his head, pretending to consider it. “Considering she’s a demon? Probably.” Meg was banished to hell with the rest of the demons that had gotten out of the Empty, but given their old friendship with the Queen of Hell, that didn’t mean much for them.

“Psh, demon-shmemon. Been there, done that.” Dean pulled Cas down into a kiss, making him bend over into an awkward position that made Cas giggle. “Being a human is much sexier.”

“I agree.”

Dean waggled his eyebrows at him suggestively. “Wanna make it a triple feature? Little hanky panky for intermission?” Cas rolled his eyes, which Dean interpreted as a solid yes. “What is our second movie, anyway?”

“Huh.” Cas booped Dean on the nose. “Love Actually.”

A slow, dopey smile spread over Dean’s face. “Okay.” He paused, thinking about it. He’d pushed Cas into watching it years ago, when they were still just friends, by ‘accidentally’ adding it to his Netflix Queue and then letting Cas loose for movie night. He’d watched Cas for his reactions the whole time (and only gotten distracted by looking At Cas a few times). It had been a couple months ago when he told Cas about that. “Second favorite thing about being queer is being able to watch sappy shit like that.”

Cas rolled his eyes. “You were able to before, Dean.”

Dean ignored him. “Ask me what my favorite thing is,”

“What’s your favorite thing?”

“This.” He burrowed into Cas’s lap. A sap and a flirt.

“I thought you were gonna say Taylor Swift.” A dry witted old queen.

Dean snorted into his stomach. “That’s my third favorite.”

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“Alright, gang, what do we say? Same place tomorrow morning, let’s say… 5?” He spun around to look at everyone, a wide smile on his face. Everyone seemed less enthused than him, although Sam seemed to think his situation was amusing.

“Dude, I’m not twelve, I’m not waking up at 5 am to open a few presents.”

“Like hell you aren’t!” Dean was smiling but it was less of a happy smile and more of a disbelieving one. Cas squeezed his arm then, stopped him from continuing his argument. Dean glanced at him and he just stared and gave him another squeeze.

Dean knew what that look meant. It meant ‘Dean, you’re overreacting again, calm down and think about it’ and also ‘stop being such an asshole’ and probably also ‘wow you’re eyes are really pretty’ knowing Cas.

He took a deep breath and pecked Cas on the lips. “Alright, princess, what time are you willing to drag your lazy ass out of bed?”

Claire smirked and sent a look at Kaia before leveling back at Dean. “Eleven.”

“Eight.”

“Ten. Final offer.”

Dean considered a moment then extended a hand. And shook. “You have yourself a deal.”

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After they went to bed, they talked about it. These days, they always talked about it. It was one of the things Cas had brought home from his shrink appointments, and, as much as Dean hated to admit it, it worked. Helped.

Cas changed into pajamas and stretched, sending a look back at Dean. Dean rolled his eyes and started before Cas could prod him to. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Cas raised an eyebrow at him. “You hate the morning.”

Dean pursed his lips and shook his head, then pulled down his pants, because you should never have a conversation with your boyfriend with pants when you could have one without pants. These things he was learning. “Yeah, I do, it’s just… it’s Christmas.”

“Yes, it is. Isn’t it supposed to be a day of relaxation and fun?”

“Yeah, but it’s supposed to be exciting! Kids jumping on their parents bed at the asscrack of dawn to go to the tree, that kinda shit!” He shrugged, getting stupid worked up over it, he knew. He knew. Cas pulled him in by the hand and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Come on, tell me how I’m being an asshole.”

Cas rolled his eyes. “What part of ‘you do everything for love’ do you not understand?”

“How is me freaking out over Christmas morning ‘for love’?”

Cas didn’t flinch away from the self-deprecation. “You want them to have the Christmas you never got.”

Dean sank his head onto Cas’s shoulder, thinking about it. He was right, of course he was, he’s always right. Cas can read him like a book, even when Dean himself didn’t know what he was doing. “I guess so, yeah.”

“That’s admirable. But the Christmas they deserve, same as you did, is the one they want. Which might not be the one you wanted.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.” he sighed heavily. More than he wanted his kids to have a motherfucking Christmas-card Christmas, he just didn’t want to be the ruin of it. Didn’t want to be John. “Sorry you have to shrink my head all the time.” Dean muttered softly. Cas pulled him away and kissed him, slow and soft.

“You pay me back tenfold.”

“You’ve got a shrink.”

“I meant with sex.” Cas met his eyes, face stoic as always. He would’ve gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for the glint in his eyes. It gave him away.

Dean threw back his head and laughed.

“Motherfucker.”

“I don’t have a mother.”

Dean shook his head, grin splitting open his face. Cas himself was trying to hold it together; he kept having to push down the corners of his mouth so he wouldn't break. Dean crowded closer, determined to ruin that composure. He walked his face right into Cas’s, only reaching for his lips once they were already bumping together. Then he fell into it, pulled Cas toward him to get more, settled into the easy mesh of their bodies until Cas ended up knocking his knee against the bedframe with a loud thump.

They dissolved into a pile of breathy giggles, too giddy and soft to work up the energy to get frisky. Dean just shrugged off his shirt and pulled Cas closer to him. “You know you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” Dean told him seriously. He didn’t know where it came from; it was way too mushy to even possibly be from his mind. Maybe it was something about the holiday, and the family, and the safety that all of it brought.

“And so are you.” Cas replied simply, eyes glinting.

“Even though I’m an asshole sometimes?” He had to ruin it. Had to put in that little bit of doubt, of insecurity. But it wouldn’t be truthful if he just swallowed it, so he let it be said.

Cas kissed his nose, which made Dean feel like a child but also like something so special and precious he didn’t complain. “Even though you’re an asshole sometimes.”

Dean snorted out a laugh and chased Cas’s lips, nipping at him in offense. He sank onto the pillow and stared at Cas where he sat up. Cas just looked down at him, adopting that alien-like quality he could still summon. “Marry me.”

“What?”

Dean smiled fondly at him, for once not at all concerned. “I dunno, dunnit ‘boyfriends’ sound way too young to you? I mean you’re practically 5 million years old, you can’t have a boyfriend.”

Cas pursed his lips, seemingly deciding between protesting his age or agreeing to his proposal. He laid next to Dean during his decision, letting Dean watch him consider. “Suppose you’re right.” He shrugged, offering up a tiny grin.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Dean.”

“No, you’re supposed to say ‘Yes, yes, a thousand times yes’ and then burst into tears.”

“Dean.”

“Hey, I don’t make the rules, that’s just how humans do it!”

“Okay, I take it back.”

Dean laughed and pulled him into a giddy kiss. “I love you.”

“I hope so, you’re marrying me.” Cas couldn’t contain his smile anymore; he stopped trying and just stared at Dean with the kind of wonder that used to make Dean feel uncomfortable. Now, it just made him feel lucky. “I love you too.”

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A phone rang, a bizarre ringtone Dean didn’t recognize. Sam jumped up and ran off to the map room, apologizing quickly. “What the hell, man!” Dean yelled after him and sent a look at Eileen.

Hunter call, probably. She signed. Sure enough, Sam was in the other room picking up a landline with an annoyed tone.

He listened for a few minutes, asking follow-up questions before Dean heard him say, “Rugaru, yeah, that’s what it sounds like. Yeah, you gotta burn ‘em. Nasty, sorry. Yeah, no problem. Good luck.” He hung up and headed back into the room, signing and talking. “Sorry, hunting doesn’t care about holidays.”

“So glad we’re not doing that anymore.” Dean sighed happily, wrapping an arm around Cas. Sam smiled at him and nodded.

“Me too. I had to burn those clothes after the Rugaru thing.” He shuddered, the memory of the stench enough to make him happy for an empty stomach.

Eileen shrugged. Never had to deal with one of those.

“Lucky.” Dean promised her. Cas nudged him, nodding toward Jack. He was shaking a wrapped box with his name on it, a look of deep concentration on his face.

“Whaddya think it is, kid?”

Jack shook his head. “No idea. Can I open it?”

“Go for it.”Jack tore into it, no regard for the painted newspaper (yes, it was recycled, Cas and Sam both agreed) as he got to the box underneath. “Open the card first, heathen!” Dean joked, pointing out the card tucked onto the bottom of the thing. Jack scowled but complied, opening the card to find a nice note from him and Cas and a key taped in.

“What’s it for?”

Dean leaned forward, elbows on his knees, excited about this part. He had been the one who came up with it, after all. “Our place. We wanted to make it official, since you been, you know, visiting around a lot lately.” Dean turned a little pink in the cheeks. Jack had indeed been drifting between Sam and Eileen’s, Jody’s, his and Cas’s, Donna’s, and Claire and Kaia’s. But he always spent the most time at his and Cas’s house, trying to copy Dean and always ending up enjoying Cas’s hobbies more. Sam had told him a while back that Jack confided he wasn’t sure he was welcome there, not for the long term. So Dean wanted to let him know he was welcome. Except now, looking at the uncertainty on Jack’s face, he wasn’t so sure that’s what the kid wanted. “Uh, you know, you can just spend however much you want with us, but… you know.” He poked Cas desperately in the side, trying to get him to save the sentence.

“We’d like you to have a ‘home base’ with us, Jack. However often you are willing to stay.” Cas said simply. He squeezed Dean’s knee to reassure him.

Jack looked up at them with a stunned expression. “Does this mean I can take out the trash? And do the dishes?” He looked thrilled at the idea.

Dean chuckled. “We never would’ve stopped you before, kid. But yeah, sure.”

Sam cleared his throat, offering a smile to Jack. “That better not mean you stop coming around here though, Jack.” When Dean had called and told him his idea for the present, he’d almost teared up. His brother had come a long way with Jack. Still, he wanted to reassure his kid that he always had a home with him and Eileen too, no matter how busy he was. (And nowadays, between online classes, cataloguing lore onto an online database, and being the New Bobby, he was really busy.)

Jack jumped up, clearly about to go for a round of hugs, but Dean waved him off. “Keep going, you haven’t even gotten through one present yet.”

Jack grinned and complied, taking a bit more time with the box. He pulled out a Scooby Doo phone case, marked for Extra Protection, with Scooby and Shaggy on the back.

“That one was my idea.” Cas told him proudly.

“I helped.” Dean piped up.

“You did not.”

“I helped you pick which case!”

“You wanted to get one with Fred and Daphne.”

“Well, yeah-”

“Not everyone has a crush on them like you do, Dean.”

Dean flushed scarlet and went silent, pouting. Jack ignored their bickering and beamed up at Castiel. “I love it, dad. Thank you.”

Cas looked like he could’ve gone for round 4 with the Empty with how happy he was, but he just nodded. “Of course.”

The rest of the gifts went by with lots of shouting, laughing, smiling, and hugging. And a few tears all around. Dean got Claire a flamethrower without consulting anyone, and Cas got Kaia a rose and lavender scented pillow fragrance (“It helps ensure good dreams.”), which prompted a comment from Claire (“How’d he know you’re a pillow princess?”) that everyone pretended not to hear. Dean got Eileen a Woojer, a wearable speaker that lets you feel music’s vibrations in your body (“Because no one should have to live without Zepp available to them 24/7. Also, now you can cry with me when the sad music cues come on Dr. Sexy,” - one of their favorite activities together).

Dean jerked a head at Sam to get him out of the room, so Sam snatched his gift while Dean detached himself from Cas. They went to the kitchen, sending a couple soft looks back at their family gathered around the tree with all their new possessions. It was nice, and they both felt it.

“So, uh, Sammy, I been thinking a lot about what to get you for Christmas and everything. I didn’t want to go with the classic-”

“Skin mag and candy bar?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, damn, now I feel bad.” Sam mimed hiding his present (obviously bigger than a skin mag) behind his back, and Dean rolled his eyes.

“I finally got money, you know? Not a lot of it, but… I got a house and fucking, Cas, and… anyway. We’re finally doing Christmas and I wanted to do it right. And I want you to be as off-the-wall happy as I am, dude.”

Sam smiled widely, not even able to come up with a little-brother bitchy comment to that. “Thanks, Dean, that means a lot.”

Dean cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, so, I, um, I wanna pay for your school.” Sam opened his mouth to protest but Dean held up a hand. “No, listen, I know you’ve been stressed about it, and I know you’ve been working really hard on the hunting catalogue stuff. That shit’s important. And I can pay for some crappy internet school classes. No offense.”

Sam laughed and pulled his brother into a hug. “Thank you, man.” He said, muffled into Dean’s shoulder. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Dean patted Sam on the back, expecting Sam to pull away, but he didn’t. “Uh, Sammy.” Sam ignored him. “Sam. Dude, get off me. I want my present.”

Sam snorted and finally pulled away. Dean tactfully ignored the wetness of his eyes in favor of snatching the gift from Sam’s hands. He tore it open with all the grace of a rabid dog, unveiling a thick, leather bound scrapbook. “A scrapbook? Really?” Dean raised his eyebrows. “That’s gay, even for you.”

Sam pulled a bitchface. “Who sucks their boyfriend’s dick every chance he gets?”

Dean flipped him off. No need to argue, Sam would see right through him. It was true though. Not that he would know. Dean flipped open the cover and grinned immediately. It was Sam and Dean as kids, in a mall photo booth, being dumbasses with their tongues stuck out and their faces all crazy. Dean mooned the camera in one, and you could see the psychological scarring on Sam’s face in the next picture. A little note slapped on the page next to it said “I have more nightmares about this than about hell”. Dean laughed, glancing up at Sam before he continued. Sam’s eyes were hopeful with a glint of mischief. That was never good.

Dean flipped through the next pages. It showed them through the years, all with little notes of Sam’s internal monologue. “Grumpy because he hasn’t gotten his coffee this morning” “That’s for the itching powder incident, asshole” and more and more. There were even some pictures in there of just him that Sam had obviously taken without Dean’s knowledge, pictures of him sleeping with comments about his snoring, pictures of him singing obnoxiously in the car with jokes about ear damage. Pictures of him and Bobby shooting the shit with notes about the pair of “old men.”

Then the pictures started to change. There started to be pictures of him and Cas. Mostly just him and Cas. Standing, talking, watching TV together (this one says “angel’s first porno!” with a bunch of hearts next to it). Comments talking about personal space (“he never stands that close to ME”) and the like. One of Dean in Bobby’s panic room where Dean has a speech bubble drawn on his serious face that says “Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that, I got laid” and then just a selfie of Sam pulling his bitchiest bitch face.

Dean turned a little red at that, recognizing his complete obliviousness at the time, and kept going. The pictures continue, lots of fun-loving pictures of them on the road and the occasional movie or bar night, Charlie and Kevin and even Crowley and Rowena. But without fail, there is picture after picture of him and Cas sharing a publicly private moment, all with little snippy comments from his little brother. More than three of those comments are “Just kiss already!!!” Dean finally looks up to see Sam crossing his arms and staring at him with a smug, self-satisfied smile.

“When the hell did you make this?” Dean sputtered. These are a lot of pictures, Sam must’ve kept them on his crappy cell phones for years.

Sam blinked. “I started it in 2006.”

“No, I mean, when did you go back and add all these bitchy little comments?”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “2006.”

Dean blinked right back. “But you… you’ve got all these dumbass comments about me and Cas.”

His smartass little brother started to smile then, a big shit-eating grin he wanted to smack off his dumb face. “Yeah, man, you weren’t exactly smooth about it.”

“Hey, fuck you, what does that mean?” It was said in jest, but Dean’s volume control went out the window.

“Dean? Sam? Everything okay?” Cas’s voice reached them from the other room. Dean sent an offended glance back at Sam before answering.

“Yeah babe, I’m just finding out how much I wanna punch my brother in here,”

“Okay, well, leave it till tomorrow, it’s Christmas.”

“Nah, isn’t fighting with your family a holiday tradition?”

“I think you’re right. Okay, continue.”

Now Sam was just watching him with such a knowing expression it made him annoyed. He was watching him flirt with his boyfriend- no, technically, husband. Oh yeah. He lowered his voice back down to a reasonable volume to talk to just his brother again.

“Yeah, so, I should also tell you-” He closed the book and set it on the counter. “We uh… Cas and I, we’re gonna get married.” He looked down at his feet and blushed a bit, could feel the rising heat in his cheeks. Honestly, he couldn’t believe he was saying that. He was getting married. To Cas. “Obviously, you know, we can’t really, with one of us being a legally dead terrorist and the other a former angel in the body of a missing family man,” Dean and Sam both laughed at that. “But I asked him and he said yes.”

“You asked him?” Sam seemed more surprised by that than the actual news. Dean shrugged and nodded. “Wow. Congrats, Dean, really.” Sam pulled him in for another hug, which Dean happily returned. “Can I walk you down the aisle?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “If anyone’s getting walked down the aisle, it’s Cas. He might get distracted by a butterfly halfway down, he’ll need the guide.”

Sam grinned. “Come on, it’s not like you weren’t always gonna give me away.”

Dean frowned at him. “Me? Why?”

“Dean, you’re the closest thing to a parent I ever had.” Sam says it like it’s obvious, like he isn’t forgetting about-

“You had Dad.”

Sam raised his eyebrows and laid a hand on Dean’s shoulder, making his big brother look him in the eyes as he repeated it. “You’re the closest thing to a parent I ever had.”

Dean wasn’t gonna get choked up. No, he wasn’t, damn it. He’d made it this far in the visit without getting choked up, he could-

“Sam?”

Eileen appeared around the corner, making them both realize how long they’d been away from the rest. Sam looked at her apologetically, signing Sorry. Dean was just telling me he and Cas are getting married!

Eileen turned to Dean, barely giving Dean time to process a quick congratulations sign before she enveloped him in a hug. Dean laughed and hugged her back, pulling away to sign thank you. At least he knew how to do that.

Big church wedding? Eileen teased.

“Only if Cas wears a poofy dress,” Dean joked back. He only knew the signs for Cas and dress, but between that and lip-reading, Eileen got it. She shook her head with a grin and grabbed Sam’s hand. They all went back into the living room and to the rest for another round of hot chocolate and a marathon of all the Home Alone movies, per request.

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Dean snuggled into Cas’s side and ruffled a hand through Jack’s hair and he tried to think of something more perfect than having his family all together for Christmas. He couldn’t.

#destiel secret santa #secret santa 2020 #fanfic #destiel #deancas #christmas fluff #theangelwiththewormstache #my writing #destiel secret santa 2020 #fluff #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #eileen leahy #jack kline #kaia rieves #claire novak

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supernatural finale. we’ve all been hearing about it, whatever, even if you didn’t want to. it’s happening. 15 years of love for these boys, there’s bound to be feelings. but GOD it’s so much worse because it was so beyond awful.

jack wasn’t going to bring dean back. hate to say it but there it is. too much interference from a higher power is what got us here in the first place. but it didn’t need to be like that. it shouldn’t have. dean was born to die. he’s the love of my life and i will always save a special place in my heart for him, but we all knew he wasn’t ever going to grow old and die in hospice.

that doesn’t mean dean was meant to die LIKE THAT. sam was supposed to live a life with eileen, 2.5 kids and maybe doing some research for other hunters on the side because let’s face us, they’d never really get out. dean would’ve been a mechanic or something simple that he truly enjoyed, living his life with his brother, being happy for him like he always wanted. he would’ve lived. would he ever really moved on from cas? no, not in my opinion. cas was the first person to ever really tell him how much he deserved, how good he was, how loved he was. no one was ever going to even come close to that angel. there was no point. he would’ve been happy by himself and probably with miracle dog.

they would’ve gotten a call from someone important to them, garth or maybe claire if she was still around, i don’t know and it doesn’t really matter. one last hunt to tie up lose ends, finish where dad left off like they were always meant to do. the stupid vampire clowns would’ve been researched and remembered and “if it were my kid i would want someone to save them” kinda thing. deans got a soft spot for kids, we know this.

they’re mid hunt and the boys are starting to realize they might not make it out of this one. there’s too many, they’re out of practice, whatever. by a stroke of luck they finish the job and things look fine until dean gets all pale, looks to at sam with that look in his eyes that says “oh fuck, this is it.” sam rushes over, parallel to dean at the end of season two (or whenever sam got stabbed in the back, it’s been a minute cut me some slack) and deans death scene? phenomenal. stays almost exactly the same, except more emphasis on the ‘it’s fine, i’m ready, promise me you’ll live out the rest of your normal life. i’m at peace with this’ kinda thing. i would loved to see some illusion to cas but we all know that would be way too gay for the cw. sam takes deans body back to the house, covered in blood, and told eileen to make sure to keep the kids in the house. he’d cry to her on the porch and she’d promise she’d be right next to him when they burned his body, hunter style, because dean winchester wouldn’t decay in a wooden box for the rest of eternity like some childhood pet.

dean always wanted a big funeral. sam knew this, and that was the least he deserved. he makes some calls and on a sunny thursday morning, when the air is crisp and the day is still, the entire fucking world shows up to the funeral of the most legendary hunter there ever was. people sam didn’t know came to pay respects to this man, who devoted his life to everyone but himself. they’d pour a beer out, and sam would be the one to light the torch and do the deed.

he’d live out the rest of his life, mourning his brother and best friend, but he’d live for his family, for the brother that always wanted this for him. because that’s what sam deserved and that’s what sam was always destined to get.

dean would get to heaven and be blown away by the improvements jack was making. he knew jack hadn’t forgotten about him (he’d stop by every so often, leave a half eaten three musketeers in the kitchen, etc) and he was right. the boy he raised was one of the first people to greet him when he finally made it to heaven, telling him how much he missed him and whatnot. he’d be ecstatic to tell dean all of the things he’d done and bring him to the people he’d missed for so long. ellen, bobby, jody, benny (because he deserved to be in heaven, damn it), and everyone else. and when he’d said his hellos and caught up with everyone he’d been missing, he’d look around with a sad and almost disappointed look in his eye. jack would see it and smile. “you didn’t think he wouldn’t be here, did you?” and when dean turns around, he sees the angel he’d been in love with for so damn long. cas would be all “hello, dean” and while we wouldn’t get a kiss or anything, i’d settle for a teary eyed hug and a big smile that said all of the things dean never got to say.

then one day, when sam had lived his long, happy, drawn out life, he’d lay in that stupid hospice bed with (hopefully a better wig) his family all around him, and his eldest son would take his hand and tell him it was okay. and that’s all he would need to let go and finally reunite with his big brother, the single most important person in his life.

that’s how it should’ve ended, and fuck the cw and the show writers for taking that away from us.

#supernatural #supernatural finale #spn #spn season 15 #dean winchester #dean winchester deserved better #sam winchester #goodbye supernatural #and now i’m done #it’s out of my system but i’m still just as pissed #mine #shitpost

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Begin Again

(Chapter 6)

Chapter 7: Sebastian, New Keepsake

It wasn’t rare to see Sam so worked up. He was always energetic and rarely ever kept his energy in check. Entering his friend’s room, Sebastian noticed he was practically vibrating from excitement. He just wouldn’t stop fidgeting with his guitar, his leg bouncing almost rhythmically.

“Hey, Sam.” Sebastian greeted his friend nonchalantly from his bedroom door.

“Seb!” Sam exclaimed, putting his guitar on his bed and excitedly ran toward his friend. He almost reminded Sebastian of an overly excited puppy. “You’ll never guess what happened!”

Sebastian pretended to ponder, eyes wandering the room for nothing in particular. “You finally asked out Penny?” He finally said, his voice laced in amusement.

Sam looked slightly taken aback, “Wha—no! Not that!” He punched his friend in the arm before continuing, “I got us a gig!”

Now it was Sebastian’s turn to look stunned. He wasn’t expecting that. He was used to Sam making plans but never really committing to them. He’d say he was going to do something one day, then completely change his plans the next. It was an endless cycle. So, when his friend said he’d try to book them a music gig almost a month ago, Sebastian didn’t think much of it. He was willing to admit that he underestimated Sam. But then again…

“That’s great.” Sebastian said, though his words didn’t match his skeptical tone, “But—”

“No!” Sam coved his ears, shaking his head, “You’re not allowed to be a killjoy about this one!”

Sebastian rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics. “I was going to say,” He gave Sam a pointed look, “That’s great, but we don’t have any finished songs—”

Sam groaned at that, plopping face-first into his bed. “Please don’t remind me!” His muffled voice said in annoyance.

“And,” Sebastian ignored him, “We still don’t have a drummer.”

Sam was silent, body unmoving. He was still for so long, Sebastian wondered if perhaps his friend had suffocated himself and passed out. The only thing that gave away that his friend were conscious was the slight twitch of his finger.

“You know,” Sebastian had made his way over to his friend’s bed, sitting on the edge, “Abigail plays drums. We could always just ask her.”

Sam groaned again, face never leaving his mattress. How was he even breathing?

“Abby’s always busy with school.” Sam’s muffled voice said, “She rarely has time for practice.”

Sebastian hummed, “Isn’t summer break coming up for her?”

Sam didn’t answer, only peeking one eye from where he was laying.

“She should have plenty of time for practice over the summer.” Said Sebastian, not really waiting for Sam’s response. For a fraction of a second, he thought about asking Sam if he knew about Abigail’s new friendship with Maru but decided to keep that to himself. That’s just something he’d have to ask Abigail himself. He also didn’t want to know if Sam knew more about it than he did. The idea of Sam and Abigail keeping secrets from him just didn’t sit right with him. He’d rather be blissfully unaware if that were the case.

“Fiiiiiine.” Sam gave an over-exaggerated groan before flipping over on his bed, “I’ll ask Abby. And then maybe we could work on finishing a few songs.”

Before Sebastian could come up with a response, the sound of someone knocking on Sam’s bedroom door caught everyone’s attention.

"Come in!” Sam called out.

At first, Sebastian was expecting it to be Jodi or Vincent—Sam’s mother and younger brother— but he was surprised to see a familiar mop of tight brown curls and shimmering green eyes.

“Luna!?” Sam sounded just as surprised, “What are you doing here?”

She looked a little sheepish as she shot them a soft smile. “I’m sorry,” She looked genuinely apologetic, “I was making a delivery, and your mom sent me. She wants to talk to you.”

Sam nodded in understanding, jumping to his feet with a stretch. He made his way over to the door, giving Luna a bright smile, “Alright, I’ll be right there.” He gave her a pat on the shoulder, perhaps to calm her nerves, before leaving the room. Reassuring others and making them feel more welcomed was like a special talent to Sam, Sebastian noticed. He always seemed to know all the right ways to calm someone without making them uncomfortable. It was a talent Sebastian wished he had at this very moment because now he was alone with Luna once again. He didn’t dislike being alone with her. He just felt like he couldn’t get a read on her. Sometimes she seemed timid and a little shy. But then at other moments she seemed downright playful. Perhaps she was still warming up to him.

“I wasn’t excepting to see you here too.” It was Luna who broke the silence. She was standing by the door, eyeing him curiously.

“Yeah.” Sebastian shrugged, “Me and Sam usually meet up here for band practice.”

Her eyes, if possible, grew brighter, “You’re in a band?”

“Um,” Sebastian rubbed the nape of his neck, gaze finally meeting hers, “Sort of. It’s just the two of us.”

She smiled at that, “I see.”

He didn’t know what to say to that. He wreaked his brain for anything to say, but he was drawing a blank.

“So, what do you play?”

He was so grateful that she was the one reviving the conversation. “The keyboard,” He answered as smoothly as he could muster.

That seemed to have caught her attention, “Really? Are you self-taught?”

“Kind of…” He answered unsure, causing Luna to tilt her head in confusion. “I mean, I had piano lessons in middle school.” He clarified, “Dropped them around high school. Decided to teach myself the rest since then.”

She nodded in understanding. “I get that. I took violin since elementary school.” She stated, “I wanted to drop it around high school too, but my mom never allowed it.” She shook her head with a light chuckle, but Sebastian could see, if only for a split second, that there was no mirth behind her eyes. Just as quickly as it came, it disappeared and was replaced with a half-smile, “Perhaps we could collab some time.”

He couldn’t help but snicker at that, “Didn’t realize we had a professional musician here.”

“Well…” The playful glint in her eyes grew brighter as a small smirk graced her face, “Don’t want to brag or anything, but I did win third place in my school talent show. So, I am kind of a big deal.”

Sebastian whistled, “Third place? Impressive. Don’t tell Sam, or he’ll never stop bothering you to join our band.”

Luna laughed at that, “Sorry, but I’m retired from music. And I don’t know how well an acoustic violin would sound in a band.”

Before Sebastian could make a comment, the door opened, and Sam entered the room. “Sorry ‘bout that!” He exclaimed, “But now we can get back to practice!”

Luna nodded in Sam’s direction before giving Sebastian a smile, “Well, I’ll be seeing you boys later than. Wouldn’t want to be a distraction.” She waved goodbye and made her way out the door.

Sam looked to the door, then to Sebastian. His easy-going smile morphed into something smug, “So, you and Luna gettin’ along now?”

He didn’t know why that comment made him feel self-conscious. He just decided to shrug Sam off and fiddled with his pockets, “I guess…” He tried to sound casual about it. It’s not like he and Luna were fighting before or anything. They just had… unfortunate first impressions. But before Sam could get the chance to question him further about it, he seemed to suddenly remember the reason they’re in his room in the first place. Perhaps Sam’s mind was jumping to the next subject lined up in his brain of cue cards at light speed. Sam tended to do that a lot. Ever since the two were kids, Sam would bounce from subject to subject, not really caring about carrying on a one-sided conversation. Currently, he was on a ramble about the songs they needed to work on and get finished.

Letting his mind wander, Sebastian started playing on his keyboard mindlessly. His mind brought him back to when Luna was talking about playing the violin. Something about her voice sounded bitter, and he wondered why.

...

The lake always felt so peaceful at night. It was a full moon that night, and the way the lunar light sparkled on the ripples of the waters was mesmerizing. The sounds of night echoed through Sebastian’s ears, setting his mind at ease. He was taking a smoke break by the lake that was next to his house. Working close to a deadline was always a stressful event, and it didn’t help that his current client was starting to become anxious. Which, in turn, also put Sebastian on edge. This would be the last time he lets Sam talk him out of work.

Empty promises, a voice in the back of his head nagged. He was pretty sure he had uttered those same words before. Perhaps he’ll just stop answering his phone when he was too busy. But that probably wouldn’t stop his blond friend from bursting through his door for an unannounced visit. Just the very thought made Sebastian already feel exasperated.

He was brought out of his train of thought by the sound of a tree branch snapping. Sebastian’s eyes snapped up to the source of the sound, a small bit of panic rushing over him. He calmed down when he saw where—or rather who—the sound was coming from. Farmer Luna had made her way out of the mines that were close to his house. She had a pickaxe in hand, a sword at her hip, and a backpack full of… rocks? She was dressed in her typical overalls and heavy looking mountain boots. Her wild curls were kept in place in her usual ponytail. As she stepped into the glow of the moonlight, he noticed she was covered in dirt and her overalls were stained with slim. Despite that, she still managed to smile when their eyes met.

“Oh hey!” She greeted him as she picked up the pace to meet him. He stayed in his spot, nodding in her direction. He was in a sour mood and didn’t trust his words enough to speak.

“I was just thinking about you.” She said, almost too casually.

“Huh?” He eyed her; a bit taken aback by her statement.

She seemed to have realized what she’d just said, her features melting into a slight panic, “Oh, I meant, uh…” She averted her gaze, eyes focused on the lake. Her hands fished through her pockets. Her face relaxed when she found whatever she was looking for. She finally met his gaze, almost sheepishly. “I saw this, and I just… thought of you?” She held something in her closed hand, holding it closer to him. He stared at it for a fraction of a second, his brain not exactly catching up with the current situation. The sound of a nearby frog croaking brought him out of his stupor. He opened his hand and allowed her to place whatever she was holding into his open palm. Whatever it was, it was light and cool to the touch. Taking a closer look, he realized it was a quartz. It shimmered in an array of colors under the dazzling moonlight.

“Huh. I really like this.” He said simply, still in awe from receiving the small token, “Thanks.”

That statement seemed to make her smile, and instantly Sebastian felt his sour mood melt right off him. Her smile was almost blinding. He looked to the lake to distract himself. Clearing his throat, he asked, “What about this made you think about me?” He had to admit; he was curious. Looking at the quartz, there was nothing about it that would fit his outward aesthetic. He did like to collect gems from the mines on days he was feeling bored, but surly Luna didn’t know that.

She looked surprised by his question, eyes avoiding his gaze. The gesture looked almost timed. Finally, she looked up at him, the previous shyness had washed over and was replaced with a teasing look of defiance, “That’s a secret.” She whispered, so low he almost didn’t hear her. But he did. And he couldn’t help it, but he allowed a tiny chuckle to escape his lips. “Alright.” He surrendered, “Keep your secrets. I’ll find out eventually.”

The tips of Luna’s lips twitched into a smirk, “We’ll see about that.” The two stood side by side, the sounds of the lake soothing their senses. For the first time since the two had been alone together, the silence wasn’t awkward. No, it was comfortable. Calming. A sweet blanket of peace washed over them. It was nice. They stood there, in their peaceful silence, with only each other and the moon’s light as company. All good things must eventually come to an end, of course. Sebastian knew that. But he couldn’t help but feel just a little disappointed when she said, “It’s getting late. I should go.”

He didn’t look at her. He simply put his cigarette to his lips and shrugged, “Yeah…”

With that, she left. Walking down the path that leads to her farm, she didn’t hesitate to turn around and give him a small wave goodbye. He gave her a wave of his own and that seemed to satisfy her. As he watched her disappear, it was like a magic spell had been lifted. He suddenly remembered why he was outside in the first place. That’s right, he was procrastinating. He groaned when he remembered his long night of work that was ahead of him. He looked to the cool quartz he still held in his hand. Perhaps it could bring back that calming peace he enjoyed but only a few seconds ago.

(Chapter 8)

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Perfectly Confused Angel- Part 13

A/N: Hello friends! Here’s another new update! Temporary living will give you plenty of time to come up with new ideas! But I start working again next Monday so updates will most likely come on the weekends.

(Season 15 spoilers! Only in the description!) I imagine this battle against Chuck happening in place of the fight Sam, Dean, and Castiel had with the second ending of the world at the start of season 15.

As always, masterlist can be found here, prompt list is here, ask me anything! Feedback is always welcome! Tag list requests are open!

Previous Chapter

Warnings: Fluff, battle preparation, sassiness, slight anger, tooth-rotting fluff, especially at the end

Word Count: 1,900

Once Cas and I told Sam and Dean of our news, we all devised a plan to make Chuck pay for what he did to me. It wasn’t going to be easy and we knew he was going to try to break up the wedding, but in no way were we going to let him, or anyone else, stop us. Chuck has already caused enough chaos in our lives; he’s not going to cause anymore on the most important day of our lives. We knew the three boys were not going to be enough to take down someone like Chuck, so we enlisted a group of the best hunters we could think of. Planning a wedding while trying to take out a powerful creature like Chuck? Yeah, that’s normal.

I walkout of my shared room with Cas and head to the map table, where I see Sam, Dean, and Cas all on the phone and writing names down on a notebook. I smile at the boys, my boys, as they work hard to defend me from God, and try to busy myself. If I stood around for too long, just watching them and not being able to help or not know what was going on, I would get too worried and I can’t let myself get that bad. Walking into the kitchen, I take out supplies from the fridge and begin working on breakfast. If I can’t help with the battle or even recruiting people, at least I can keep everyone fed.

“Good morning, my fiancé,” I hear a voice say in my ear and feel hands on my hips, instantly causing me to melt to the touch.

“Well good morning to you too, my fiancé,” I reply to the angel and turn around to kiss him.

“I like calling you that. Makes it sound like you’re really mine,” He says with a small grin on his face.

“Wait until you get to call me your wife,” I say in a flirty tone.

“Trust me y/n, I already am,” He admits, cheeks turning red. “So, what are you making?”

“Well I figured I have to keep my boys fed since they’re working so hard to protect me, so I just grabbed food and thought I’d just make things I think would be good together. A little bit of everything for everyone.” I say as I delicately place five more strips of bacon into the pan.

“Let me guess, bacon for Dean?” Cas says, now standing back to really watch me.

“And me too! He’s not the only one who likes it, ya know.” I say, nibbling on an already cooked piece before Cas takes it out of my hand and eats the rest.

“Hey!” I whine but a quick kiss makes up for the food thief. Soon enough and with Castiel’s help, there is a wide variety of food laid out for everyone to enjoy.

“Sam! Dean! Food’s up!” I yell as I set up the kitchen counters with plates, forks and napkins.

“Holy shit, y/n, this looks amazing!” Dean says, walking in first and grabbing his plate, heading straight for the bacon.

“Hey, Dean, save some of that bacon for others.” I comment, seeing him almost fill his plate up with just bacon.

“What others?” He comments, with a slice hanging from his mouth.

I walk over to him and rip the bacon from his mouth and say, “me” before taking a bite of the half-eaten strip.

Castiel and Sam just laughed at the surprised look on Dean’s face.

“Pretty ballsy of you to do, kid. But I’ll give you credit for it.” Dean says, adding other food to his plate.

“I’ve been living with you barbarians for a long time; I know what I have to do to survive.”

We all gather around the map table to eat our food, chattering about the process of getting people involved.

“So, y/n, we figured you wouldn’t want to be left alone during a time like this, so we asked a few of the hunters to stay behind and keep you company.” Sam said, flipping through the notebook.

“Wait, really?” I ask, hoping it was a cruel joke. “Seriously? You guys do know this isn’t the first time I’ve been left alone while you go hunting.” I say, looking at Cas.

“Yes, that is true, but considering what happened to you the last time we left alone, we all agreed it would best if someone would stay with you.”

“Who’s staying behind?” I ask, my tone coming off stronger than I meant it to, but I was pretty upset.

“Donna and Jody. They volunteered to stay behind, plus you have a wedding to plan.” Dean said.

“Oh great, so while my fiancé and my best friends, as well as a bunch of other hunters, are fighting to take down the toughest being in all of existence, I get to sit at home and plan a wedding?” I say, more infuriated than I was before.

“Look, honeybee, I know this isn’t easy for you, but your best option is to stay here and be safe. Plus, you did say you wanted a somewhat large wedding, right?” Cas said, running his hands up and down my arms, in an attempt to settle me down.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I say, caving into the beautiful blue eyes that shone brightly when he looked at me.

“Great, I fully trust you to make our wedding absolutely beautiful.” Cas says, holding me close and from behind.

“You do know you have to help somewhat, right? I need your opinion on the flavor of cake, the front on the invitations, the flowers!” I say, turning my head to look back at the angel.

“Yes, I do know. I’ve been doing research on how involved the groom tends to me for the wedding when you agreed to marry me. Which is why I’m staying behind as well.”

“No. Cas, I can’t let you stay behind while the biggest fight of all time is going to take place. You need to be there, to stand up to your father! You can’t stay here!” I argue.

“I can do whatever I feel like is important, and while this fight is important, me being here with you is my number one priority. That way, we can plan things for the wedding, together.” He countered and knowing Castiel, I knew he wasn’t going to lose this argument. Fighting with an angel is impossible to win because they usually always find a way to change your mind. Some weird mind control thing or something.

“Alright fine, but you’re helping me make every decision except for the dresses.” I say, making Cas a deal.

“You got yourself a deal. I want to be involved in this wedding as much as you want me to be. My kind take weddings and marriage very seriously.”

“Really? Didn’t think angels got married.”

“Typically, we don’t, but what is written about marriage and how we’re to help those in crisis, it’s rather important.”

“Well, I guess I can consider myself lucky to have the first angel husband.”

“Oh no y/n, we’re going to have the first-ever angel-human wedding.”

“Great, so no pressure?” I say and sigh, leaning on Cas.

“Not at all. This is a special day and I know how long you’ve been waiting for your wedding day.”

“What? How do you know that?”

Cas hesitated to tell me at first but then, told me everything.

“I used to watch over you as a child.”

“You what?! You watched over me as a child? How? How do you know I’m the same person?”

“When you were little, you were prayed over, and I was sent to watch over you. I wasn’t allowed to get too close, for we can traumatize a child, but I was sent to watch over you. I visited you quite often actually. In fact, we talked a lot. I would have tea parties with you, I was there when you took your first steps, the first time you went to school. But once you reached a certain age, you decided I wasn’t allowed to see you anymore. So, I left and never came back. And I know it’s you because you are the only Y/F/N Y/L/N in this area of the world.”

I took a minute to absorb what was just told to me and I remembered.

“Wait, I remember now. You were my imaginary friend. No one else was able to see you but I and I never knew why but you were always there for me. You did see everything and were apart of everything. Although, I don’t remember deciding I was too old for an imaginary friend. Actually, I remember going to look for you on several occasions. I would call out for you but you never came back to see me, so I assumed you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. Oh my gosh, Castiel. You’re Castiel from my childhood. I, I can’t believe it’s really you.” I say, reaching my hand up to stroke his cheek.

“Wait, you’ve known her her whole life? And you’re just now telling her all this?” Dean questioned the angel.

“Yes. I didn’t say anything when I first met you, y/n, because I wasn’t sure how you were going to react to seeing me after all these years. I didn’t want to interrupt the life you already made for yourself, but once I came back and I-I fell in love with you and we were going to be married, I knew it was time. My father told me so many times not to tell you who I was, angels never fully reveal themselves to humans, but this calls for the entire truth. You and me, we are to be one, and I need you to know everything. I am so sorry I left you. I didn’t know it was going to hurt you so much. I wanted to go back and see you and I heard every single prayer you made to me, but I wasn’t allowed to go back. Once a child reaches a certain age, we are to move on.”

I wanted to be mad, to be angry over this whole situation, because I went fifteen years without seeing him, but I couldn’t be upset.

“I can’t believe it,” I say, looking up to Castiel. “I can’t believe I’m going to marry the first man I ever loved.” And with that, our kiss was just as blissful as they were at the beginning. My heart raced as I kissed him, with the realization that he was the one who always looked after me. Now we get to be married and to be with each other forever.

Second a/n: I know there is no proof that angels can control humans’ minds but I wanted to try something different with this chapter.

And how about that plot twist at the end here?? I am open to discussions on this!

Tag list: @simpleboox @fandom-princess-forevermore @juju-la-tortue @forever-trapped-in-my-dreams @markofdean79 @tloveswriting @grace15ella

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persephone-garnata · 3 years

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The Only Thing You Can Never Buy In Heaven

Just finished my first fanfic in more than two years!

Thank you, SPN finale :D

remembering this scene

It’s a wincest one-shot about our favourite co-dependent soulmates, with middlegame Sam/Eileen. It’s mostly canon-compliant, except for Miracle goes to Heaven too, and there’s the Samulet, because I love the Samulet.

Read it on AO3 here or below the cut:

The Only Thing You Can Never Buy In Heaven

Dean loved driving around in the Impala, Led Zeppelin blasting on the stereo – the sound much cleaner now, the acoustic guitar opening of Ramble On coming through as clear as a crisp spring day. Always his favorite song to drive to, along the endless highways of Heaven.

He visited with old friends – Bobby, obviously, his mom and dad, he went to the Roadhouse to catch up with Ellen, Jo, Ash and the rest. There were so many he knew who had died before him – hunters and civilians alike. But mostly, he just drove around – through countryside in all seasons, spring and summer and winter and fall, through mountains and deserts and cities and forests, along the shores of lakes and oceans. He stopped at countless roadside diners and ate countless plates of delicious food, without having to think about cholesterol once.

But there was always something missing – or rather, someone. Someone to tell him to think about cholesterol, even though he didn’t have to. Someone to sit shotgun, and keep him company on nights beneath the stars. He knew he wanted Sam to live a full life, to enjoy all those years he deserved – a career, a family, a house with a white picket fence. And after all, against the backdrop of eternity, what difference did a few decades make?

Enough difference, it turned out, to make him feel constantly like half of him was missing. Especially since there was one thing he couldn’t find, no matter how much he searched, no matter how many boxes he emptied out or pockets he rifled. You’d think that, in Heaven, you should be able to get hold of whatever the hell – or whatever the heaven – you wanted, but there seemed to be at least one exception to that. He found the replica and hung it from the rearview mirror, but it wasn’t the same.

‘Do you have idea where I can find my old necklace?’ he asked Bobby, one time when they were sitting on the porch together, drinking beers and shooting the breeze. Bobby gave him a slightly sad smile, and didn’t ask which one he meant. There could only be one.

‘Think Sam’s still got it,’ he said. ‘Back on Earth. You’ll just have to wait. Won’t seem like no time at all. Like I told you – he’ll be along.’

‘But –‘ Dean creased his brow - ‘Sam still has Baby, too, and yet there she is.’ He pointed at the car, sitting gleaming on the driveway. ‘And – I don’t know how this is supposed to work, I was never that good at all this stuff, but isn’t there loads of stuff in Heaven that’s on Earth too?’

‘Oh, you got that right,’ said Bobby. ‘There are exceptions to the rule, see? Cosmic special cases. And that necklace is one of them. Can’t be in two places at once.’

Dean took a long pull of his beer, thinking. ‘Can’t I make a new one?’ he asked. ‘Or – buy one?’

Bobby laughed at that. ‘Buy one? It ain’t something you can buy, boy. In fact, I figure it’s the only thing you can never buy in Heaven.’

‘I just – don’t feel right without it.’

Bobby turned his shrewd gaze on Dean. ‘I know,’ he said. ‘It feels like there’s half of you missing, doesn’t it?’

‘Well – yeah.’

‘That’s ‘cause there is half of you missing. That’s how soulmates work.’

Dean nearly choked on his beer, and Bobby had to slap him between the shoulder blades. ‘Oh, you didn’t think I didn’t know about the soulmates thing, did ya? The amount of time I spent with you boys – gimme some credit.’

‘I – well – we – I thought…’

‘You thought what? That soulmates aren’t supposed to be brothers? That incest would keep you out of Heaven? I think we both know that ain’t true.’

Dean sipped his beer in silence, not trusting himself to say anything at all. He’d always known – or at least suspected – that the link between him and Sam went deeper than any bond normal brothers, or lovers, or even brother-lovers, shared – but soul mates? He remembered what Ash had said to him at the Roadhouse-Heaven, all those years ago – about soulmates having shared Heavens, and had he expected that he and Sam would share their own little piece of eternity?

If he was honest with himself, he’d never thought he’d reach Heaven at all, after his years in Hell, and all the other things he’d done, and now that Jack had reconfigured things so that everyone could visit each other – well, that meant the soulmate rule no longer applied, surely? And yet – the feeling he always had, the ache like he’d lost half of himself – dammit, like half his soul was missing – that had to mean something. He’d wanted Sam to have his own life – had finally come to terms with the idea that they had horizons beyond hunting, and that his baby brother might want to explore those horizons without him – and yet now – there was only one thing he could think about.

He had finished his beer, and was on the verge of getting up to get back behind the wheel (no issues with drink-driving in the Great Beyond) and go for a long drive with only Led Zeppelin for company. Perhaps he’d even see if he could go and visit John Bonham, and some of the other rock stars who’d reached the top of that Stairway a long time ago. Then something burst out of the bushes and came running up to the porch – a shaggy dog, woofing in delight and licking his hands.

‘Hey, Miracle!’ said Dean, petting his head. ‘You’re a good boy, arentcha, a good boy…’ his voice trailed off as he thought about something. ‘Wait, if you’re here, does that mean…?’

‘All dogs go to Heaven,’ said Bobby, and lifted his beer bottle. ‘Guess he ain’t on Earth no more.’

‘Wow,’ said Dean, his hands pausing in Miracle’s long fur until the dog nudged him to make him continue petting. ‘Did Sammy look after you? Did he give you a long and happy life?’

Miracle just barked enthusiastically, which Dean took as a Yes. He buried his face in the dog’s fur and felt, for a little while, just a little bit closer to Sam.

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It took Sam a long time to accept that his brother was really gone. The bunker felt so empty, all the time, and as the hunts gradually dried up, he decided he needed to move out. The echoing underground spaces just felt haunted – not by Dean, Sam could have coped with a ghostly brother – but by his absence. He caught himself, several times, eyeing up a gun, or a bottle of sleeping pills, or a coil of rope, or a knife, and wondering how long it would take for him to be reunited with Dean. And he had to admit that, if it hadn’t been for Miracle, he probably would have gone through with it. The dog just kept demanding to be fed, and to be taken out for runs, and to be petted. He never gave up on Sam, so Sam couldn’t give up on himself.

Finally – on the day he got the call about the werewolf hunt – he resolved to leave the Bunker behind him. He knew that, once he turned the light out and closed the door behind him, he’d never be back again. So he packed up the trunk of the Impala with three boxes of possessions: one for himself, one for Miracle, and one for Dean. The last box was full of memories – shirts which still held a lingering scent of Dean, his old leather jacket, his watch, his most beloved vinyl records, his favorite weapons, a few photographs – and his necklace – the one with the amulet.

Sam had kept that necklace in his pocket for so long it had almost become a part of him, but he’d always thought of it as a part of Dean. Now, he lifted it up to the light inside the bunker, looked at that inscrutable face, and felt a powerful tug inside him – a tug of both sadness, and hope. He put the necklace inside the box with the rest, and for the first time since Dean had died, thought that maybe, just maybe, things might turn out right.

That werewolf hunt turned out to be his last hunt for a while. Sam drifted around, sleeping in whatever dog-friendly motels he could find, or on the back seat of the Impala when he couldn’t find one. He scoured the local news and the internet, looking for more cases, trying to throw himself back into the job. Yet it seemed that the monsters were thinner on the ground now, and soon Sam realized his heart wasn’t in it any more – the family business just wasn’t the same without the family.

He toured around for some time, checking in with old friends. He saw Jody and Donna and Clare and Alex. He saw Charlie and her girlfriend. He saw Jesse and Cesar. He saw Garth and his family – little Sam and Castiel were growing well. No Dean though – his absence was a constant pain, like the ache in a missing limb, and Sam felt it even more acutely when he saw other people’s happiness.

He kept seeking people out, further and further flung branches of the extended Winchester hunting family. He tracked down Lisa’s son Ben Braeden, now twenty-one and studying medicine, and looking just a little bit like Dean at the same age. He even reconnected with Amelia, now living happily with her husband Don and their two young children – and a big shaggy dog. He really regretted that particular foray into his own past – it just made him feel miserable, and as he drove away from their picture-perfect house, if it hadn’t been for Miracle on the back seat, he’d have probably driven the Impala straight off a bridge into the nearest canyon.

Finally, he worked his way back to Jody Mills, and as he sat in her house late at night, drinking her wine and eating her potato chips, Miracle gnawing a bone at his feet, she said something to him.

‘You know you need to see her at some point, Sam,’

He didn’t need to ask who she meant.

‘It’s – not that easy,’ he said.

‘Isn’t it? You know she cares about you, and I think you care about her.’

Sam sighed. ‘I do,’ he said. ‘I really do. But – me and Dean –‘

‘You had something special,’ Jody filled in for him. ‘She knows that too.’

Sam sighed again. ‘Something special’ was one way to describe what he and Dean had shared, he supposed, but how could he ever really convey the true depth of their relationship? How could he possibly tell someone – anyone – the way he and Dean had lived together, hunted together, slept together (and yes, they had slept together, but almost more significant was the way they had always huddled together for warmth and protection, neither of them ever able to sleep properly without the other). How they had been everything to each other – more than brothers, more than lovers, more than anything?

He looked up, and saw that Jody was smiling at him.

‘And I’m sure she knows how you feel without him. If you’re worried what she’ll think of you – don’t. Most hunters – we got something, some pain, we carry with us.’

‘We’re all damaged goods,’ said Sam, and finished the rest of the glass of wine with one big gulp.

‘What’s damaged can be mended, if you’ll only let someone try,’ said Jody, and took the empty glass from him.

‘I suppose you’re right,’ said Sam, and got his phone out right then to send a message to Eileen, before the courage could leave him.

They arranged to meet for brunch at a trendy vegan hipster café (which also accepted dogs) in New York City, where Eileen had settled now. Sam remembered how Dean had never wanted to drive the Impala into Manhattan, so he left Baby at a big parking lot in a commuter town and rode the train into town, Miracle on the seat next to him. And he remembered how his brother had always hated these trendy cafes with their avocado toast and their artisan coffees and their stupid plant milks. Meeting Eileen at a place like this felt like moving on – which felt both fresh and good and right, and gave Sam an aching feeling of guilt.

The café was noisy with both music and chatter – Sam felt glad that he’d spent a long time practising his signing beforehand, so that he and Eileen could have a silent conversation in the middle of the hubbub. They sat on a half-collapsed sofa, twisted sideways to face each other, while they drank their almond-milk lattes and ate their sourdough toast, topped with scrambled tofu, wilted spinach, and a sprinkle of dukkah. Delicious, and not a nitrate in sight. Dean would have hated this place.

After exchanging a few stilted words of standard greetings, Eileen asked Sam to describe what happened on his and Dean’s final hunt. He did his best to describe everything to her – and found that having to do so with his hands really helped, because he didn’t have to worry about his voice cracking. Then she asked him what he’d been doing since, and he told her that too – along with an apology for not contacting her sooner.

‘It’s okay,’ she signed. Then she asked him the killer question: ‘And how are you coping without him?’

How was he coping without him? ‘Not well,’ he signed. ‘If it hadn’t been for Miracle here – I think I wouldn’t have made it this far, to be honest with you.’ He pulled a face. It was the closest he’d yet come to admitting to anyone just how close he’d come to ending his own life, stretching out ahead of him like an endless highway, with nobody sitting by his side.

‘I’m glad you’ve made it this far,’ Eileen signed back. ‘It’s good to see you again.’

There was an awkward pause. Sam drained his coffee and then petted Miracle, just for something to do with hands.

‘So – what happens now?’ Eileen signed to him.

‘I think – you-’ Sam stopped, waved his hands in a clearing-away gesture, and started again. ‘I would like you to be a part of my life,’ he signed. ‘If you want to. However you want to.’

Eileen nodded, thoughtfully. Sam knew a moment of pure panic – what if she was going to tell him to get lost, that she’d already found somebody else and wanted nothing to do with him ever again? And that moment of panic told him that actually, no matter how close to the edge of despair he’d gotten over these last months, he did want something more out of life – he wanted Eileen beside him.

‘I would like to be a part of your life,’ she signed, eventually. ‘If you’ll let me in.’

‘I will try my best,’ Sam signed back to her. ‘But – you should know – me and Dean – we were much closer than most brothers. Without him – it’s difficult for me.’

‘I understand,’ she signed. ‘And I don’t mind.’

‘Really?’ Sam accompanied the sign with a pleading look – the kind of look Dean had always called his ‘puppy-dog eyes’.

‘Really. I like you, Sam. I like you a lot. You’re a good man. And if you’ve got baggage – well, I have trust issues myself. We can take things slowly, and I understand if you need time for yourself, sometimes. And maybe I’ll need some time for myself, too.’

‘Thank you,’ signed Sam, and meant it.

Eileen sighed then, and looked away, briefly, before turning back to him.

‘I want you to be honest with me, Sam,’ she signed.

‘Of course,’ he replied, although his heart sank at what she might ask him. Being close to a dead brother was one thing – actual Game of Thrones, Flowers in the Attic incest was another.

She didn’t ask him about the incest. Or at least not in a sexual way. That would almost have been preferable to what she did ask him.

‘Do you think you and Dean were – or are – soulmates?’

Sam blinked a few times, and had to ask her to repeat the question. She did, even saying that word ‘soulmates’ out loud for his benefit.

Well, he’d promised to be honest with her. ‘Yes,’ he signed. She just nodded.

‘I thought so,’ she signed.

‘Is that – a problem?’ he asked. ‘Do you – not want to be in life now?’

‘It’s okay,’ she signed. ‘Thank you for being honest.’

‘Is it really okay? Being with me, knowing I’m soulmates with – somebody else?’

‘Most people never meet their soulmates, or never have one in the first place. I’d rather be with you, knowing you’ve told me the truth, than somebody I don’t know if I can trust.’

Sam nodded, slowly. It made sense. Sort of. To be sitting here, with Eileen, talking about his dead soulmate.

‘Shall I get us some more coffees?’ Eileen asked him.

‘Please.’

***

He and Eileen did take things slowly, at first. Then it felt like they accelerated their life together. After Miracle died – the dog had already been old when he and Dean had found him – it felt like the last thing tying Sam to his old life had gone.

As he hugged the old dog to him in the vet’s office, he whispered to him: ‘You’re a good boy, Miracle. You go straight to Dean now, tell him I’ll be all right.’ Miracle just nuzzled Sam a little, and Sam felt the simple love in that gesture, hoped he could take the message to Dean.

He sat in the front seat – the shotgun seat – of the Impala for a long time after that, crying his eyes out. And yet, he no longer wanted to drive off a cliff. He wanted to stay alive, for at least a little longer. He messaged Eileen, and started driving before she’d even answered him.

When he turned up on her doorstep, she saw the absence beside him, and invited him in without a word.

Shortly after that, they got a house together, in upstate New York, parked the Impala in the garage, under a dust sheet, and started their new life. They got married, in a very low-key ceremony, only a few people – their old hunting buddies – present. Eileen got a job in computing – helping to design and test user interfaces to be suitable for the hard-of-hearing. And, while she didn’t say anything to him directly. Sam realized that, if they were going to settle down properly, he should really get himself an actual job. He hadn’t been a hunter for some time – he’d stopped without even realizing it. So he finished his legal training, and finally qualified as an attorney. It felt weird to be doing a ‘normal’ white-collar job at last, but he consoled himself with the thought that, with all the pro-bono work he did, he was still saving people – and hunting things, in a different way.

A few years later, although Sam had never really seen himself as a father – Dean was the one with the strong paternal instincts - they had a child. When they came to thinking of a name, Sam was filled with all sorts of suggestions – but Eileen shook her head, and signed at him ‘How about Dean?’

And Sam didn’t like that idea at first – it felt too much like revisiting the past he’d tried to leave behind – but the more he thought about it, the more he found he couldn’t think of his little baby boy as anything other than Dean. So Dean it was, and would ever be. He had another Dean in his life now, and he gave his son all the love he had.

He never forgot the other Dean – how could he? – but gradually, over the years, he accepted that he had other people in his life now, who were more important to him than his dead brother. At least for now, and now was the only time that really mattered. He got the Impala out very occasionally – one Halloween he even sat behind the wheel wearing his costume of an old Grandpa, complete with cheap grey wig.

Eileen and he rarely spoke about the car, or the old Dean. His life before her, and their son, became something packed away in a box that he only rarely got out looked at – like the amulet he still kept, tucked away, and occasionally took out. Whenever he did so, he admired the golden gleam of the metal, still untarnished after all these years, and let himself fill up with all the aching sadness that was normally stoppered up.

***

Time worked differently in Heaven. Dean knew that. It took him a while to get used to though – however long ‘a while’ was here. He kept expecting things to change faster than they did, or for people – and Miracle – to age and wither away. It was an adjustment to realize, gradually, that here things just went on and on – unless you changed them yourself. And Dean didn’t really want anything to change, not really. He wanted everything to go on as it was, until –

Until Sam arrived. Dean accepted that he shouldn’t wish his brother would hurry up and get there – they’d have eternity together, after all, and wanting eternity to start sooner made no sense. Not when he’d told Sam to live on without him. He wanted Sam to live a full life, to hook up properly with Eileen at last, get a job, wear some dorky sweaters, even have a kid or two. Enjoy all the apple-pie-and-picket-fence stuff that he, Sam, had always wanted, and he, Dean, didn’t.

Did he? Hadn’t part of him always enjoyed cooking for his little brother, taking care of him? Hadn’t part of him longed for Ben to be his son? Hadn’t part of him wanted to settle down and have a family?

Well, in Heaven, all things were possible. He could find somebody else – like Rufus had Aretha – and have a new life, for a while at least. However long ‘a while’ was, here. He didn’t know how to start finding someone, though, or who that someone would even be. Whenever he tried to imagine sharing his afterlife with anyone, only one person ever sprang to mind.

And then. One day – one moment – when he was standing on the bridge, enjoying the view over river and the forests, Miracle by his side. He felt, without being able to say how he felt it, that his brother was here. At last. Or – time worked differently here. Maybe not at last. Maybe he was right on time.

Eternity had to start sometime, and Dean guessed it was starting now. He smiled.

‘Hey Sammy,’

He turned around. And there he was, exactly as he remembered him. After however many years it had been for him on Earth. Sam looked a little tired – as if the last few months of his life had been a lot to bear. And – almost shy, almost as if he was worried Dean wouldn’t want to see him any more, that he might somehow have moved on, in the time before he arrived in Heaven. Well, for better or worse, he hadn’t.

‘Dean,’ said Sam, and met his eyes, and smiled.

They embraced, Miracle rubbing himself against both of their legs at once. As they did so, Dean felt something hot pressed against him, and when the drew apart again, he saw a light glowing from Sam’s pocket.

‘Is that…?’

Sam dipped his hand inside his pocket, and pulled out the necklace. The amulet. The only thing you can never buy in Heaven. It was glowing, as it had done in the presence of God, except now –

‘I think that means,’ Dean started to say, but then Sam cut him off.

‘I know,’ he said, and lifted the necklace to put it around Dean’s neck again. Dean ducked his head without even thinking, and felt the weight of the amulet fall into place once more. Once more – and forever. And finally, he felt whole again. He had been reunited with the other half of his soul, and he was now complete. And he always would be.

Sam and Dean leaned together against the parapet of the bridge, and knew they had eternity to explore all the vistas of Heaven. Together.

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Doctor Who Series 13: Jodie Whittaker Leaving Rumours, the Next Doctor, and the Future

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Jodie Whittaker is fast approaching that three-season milestone at which most Doctors pull the inter-dimensional rip-cord and eject themselves from the TARDIS. Speculation has swirled around her, as it does for most Doctors, from the very start of her tenure, and now, more than ever, there’s the strong scent of Regeneration in the wind. So, will Whittaker leave at the close of series 13? And if so, will any of her companions remain to bridge the gap between eras? Might showrunner Chris Chibnall also hang up his sonic-shaped pen? The BBC is playing its cards characteristically close to its chest, so divining the answers to these questions is not unlike trying to unlock the mystery of the Doctor’s real name.

There was an ample reminder of the BBC’s zeal for secrecy when Who-newcomer and beloved Liverpudlian John Bishop – cast last year as companion Dan – was rebuked for revealing during an online Q&A that his character, too, would be Liverpudlian. If the BBC don’t want you to know that a Liverpudlian might be playing a Liverpudlian, then this is going to be a bumpy ride. But let’s strap in, brace for impact, and see what’s (or Who’s) out there…

Jodie Whittaker on leaving

Everyone has their favourite Doctors, and not-so favourite Doctors. Jodie Whittaker is not alone in having had love and scorn heaped upon her in equal measure, a phenomenon that has touched most actors to have taken on the role, with the possible exception of Tom Baker and David Tennant, who stand as almost deified in their respective eras.

It’s clear, though, that Jodie Whittaker has loved every moment of being the Doctor, and of being embraced by the show’s fandom, telling the Telegraph in November 2020: “If you bump into a Whovian, it genuinely makes both of your days. There’s something emotional, poetic and very humbling about being in the show, because you’re a little tiny jigsaw piece of something that is so precious to so many people.” It’s perhaps understandable, then, that her response to the speculation around her departure was to say: “To even question an end point would be too upsetting.”

Or, to parrot one of her predecessors: “I don’t want to go.”

Where’s the evidence?

Over the last eighteen months, rumours that Jodie Whittaker will be leaving after season 13 have been endlessly shared and repeated. These rumours were reported as fact by some media outlets earlier in the year, though the BBC has steadfastly refused either to confirm or deny them. It does, however, seem more likely than not that 13 will be 13’s last; a supposition based upon the ‘Who Rule of Three’ and the unignorable sound of drums gathering pitch and pace across the internet.

In the hunt for ‘evidence’, dead-ends and red-herrings abound. IMDb currently reveals no projects rumoured or in pre-production for Jodie Whittaker beyond her TARDIS tenure, but, then, actors keeping contractual secrets would be fools to release their schedules onto one of the most comprehensive entertainment databases ever to have existed. So no help there.

The Mirror newspaper recently reported that the front-cover of the 2022 Doctor Who annual would be Doctor-less for the first time in its 57-year-history. Could this be a clue? Not likely. The people at Penguin Random House – the annual’s publishers – made it clear that the thirteenth Doctor will feature heavily throughout the publication. So whether the new cover is simply a radical redesign, a yielding to the purchasing power of this era of the show’s vocal detractors; or a shrewd marketing move designed to have the product promoted for free in the press, it doesn’t actually tell us very much about the likelihood of the 13th Doctor’s exit.

Peter Capaldi’s Trouser Clue

We might, however, be looking for clues in all the wrong places. Peter Capaldi deduced that he’d be handing over the TARDIS keys to a woman a few days before the BBC officially broke the news to him: thanks to his tailor.

At a New York Comic Con panel in 2017, Capaldi told the audience: “I went into Paul Smiths, which is a very wonderful clothes shop in London where I buy my suits, and everybody knows me in there. And they said, ‘We just got a call,’ they said, ‘from the Doctor Who office saying, ‘Can we have a pair of [Peter’s] trousers, but with a waist size thirty?’ … And I thought, ‘Well, that can’t really be a man with a thirty-inch waist. That must be a lady then’.”

Staking out Jodie’s tailor probably won’t prove fruitful, though. Knowing the BBC, they’ve probably plugged that potential leak by sub-contracting Jodie’s wardrobe out to a mute grandma living alone in a fortress atop the Himalayas.

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Will the Doctor Regenerate in 2022?

Series 13 will consist of eight episodes, set to begin airing later this year. The Mirror reports that there will be two specials in 2022, although it isn’t clear whether these will be in addition to this year’s 8, or whether we’ll see a split of 6 episodes in 2021 with the 2 specials being held over for 2022. A special – Christmas Day, New Year’s Day or otherwise – has become the traditional arena for regeneration, so if Whittaker is leaving, it’s likely that her final scene will come at the end of that rumoured second special.

Many think that the greatest evidence for Whittaker remaining as the Doctor until at least 2023 is our proximity to Doctor Who‘s upcoming 60th anniversary. After all, it would seem a shame to bow out before a big milestone, and it could be daunting to saddle a new Doctor with spearheading such a significant celebration. Still, the timey-wimeyness of it all means that even should Whittaker leave in 2022 there’s no reason she couldn’t make an appearance in an anniversary episode, perhaps alongside a few other previous incarnations. And 2022 marks the 100th anniversary of the BBC itself, so it’s hard to imagine that the show won’t be doing something extra special to mark that, given that it owes its very existence and longevity to the broadcaster (Michael Grade notwithstanding). Whenever she leaves, 13 could easily have her cake and eat it.

Will Chris Chibnall leave after Series 13?

When Bradley Walsh and Tosin Cole left at the end of ‘Revolution of the Daleks‘, Mandip Gill’s Yaz stayed behind. Yaz has been one of the new era’s most underdeveloped characters, so it made sense that she would get her chance to shine and grow in a less crowded environment, sharing companion duties only with John Bishop’s newly teased Dan. But as her character and her story seems so intrinsically linked to the Doctor herself, with the promise of more in-depth exploration to come in series 13, when/if the Doctor leaves, will Yaz’s story also draw to a close? Will only Dan remain with a foot in two TARDISes? All speculation at this point, and it very much hinges on which direction the writers take Yaz in this next clutch of episodes.

Showrunner Chris Chibnall – a lifelong fan of the show and, prior to his appointment as big chief, a long-standing writer for both Doctor Who and Torchwood – has been at least as divisive a figure in Who fandom as 80s helmsman Jonathan Nathan-Turner. Rumours regarding his possible departure have circulated with just as much frequency as those surrounding Whittaker. When asked about series 13, Chris Chibnall told the Radio Times: “I do know I’m coming back for a third season. Yeah, absolutely.” Within those words, if you look hard enough, exists the implied absence of certainty around future seasons, but perhaps that’s getting rather too Da Vinci Code about the whole thing.

While the stewardships of previous showrunners Russell T. Davies and Steven Moffat spanned two Doctors each, this doesn’t mean that Chris Chibnall is guaranteed a crack at the 14th Doctor. Should Chibnall leave after season 13, among the writing team perhaps only Pete McTighe – who wrote ‘Kerblam!‘ And co-wrote ‘Praxeus‘ – has the experience to take over as showrunner, given his stint over-seeing the award-winning Australian prison-drama Wentworth.

How might 13’s Regeneration Happen?

Each of the modern Doctors has met their end in the service of some great sacrifice, either to protect a companion or to save if not the universe then at least a world within it. It’s unlikely that 13’s exit will be any different. It’s simply a question of against whom or what she’ll be fighting when her time comes.

Though it may be too soon for the Master to be directly responsible for the undoing of yet another Doctor so soon after 12’s John-Simm-shaped downfall, it’s likely that the Master will at the very least influence the direction of 13’s regeneration. Sacha Dhawan has expressed enthusiasm at the idea of returning, though nothing, as you would expect, has yet been confirmed. Or denied.

The revelations in ‘The Timeless Children‘, controversial though they proved for some fans, are perhaps too epoch-shaking and era-defining not to play a part in 13’s swansong, and it may well be that the shadowy Division – the Time Lord’s very own version of Starfleet’s Section 31 – will be complicit in the Doctor’s fall.

Another question presents itself: now that the Doctor knows she has infinite regenerations, might it make her more reckless? Might she start to see her body more like an easily changeable suit than a thing of flesh and blood? Might she regenerate multiple times before becoming the 14th Doctor, a la The Curse of Fatal Death, and what on earth would we call the 14th Doctor – who wouldn’t really be the 14th Doctor at all – if that happened?

Who’s in the running for the next Doctor?

Many of the same actors tipped as possible replacements near the end of Capaldi’s run have reappeared in the Regeneration rumour mill, including firm favourites Michaela Coel, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Michael Sheen, David Harewood, Richard Ayoade and the indefatigable Kris Marshall. Joining them this time are Line of Duty alumni Kelly MacDonald and Vicky McClure, and It’s a Sin front-man Olly Alexander. It could be that one of them, or none of them get the call. The next Doctor could just as easily be Jo Martin’s fugitive Doctor, who’s been hiding in plain sight all along.

Really though, as with all things connected with the show at this stage of its cycle: Who knows?

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Sigh. Chibnall.

Jodie Whittaker and demographic realism

So I want to make clear that I have no problems whatsoever with Jodie Whittaker’s performance - the character seamlessly kept walking across the screen, she has great energy, love the steampunk goggles.

Honestly I’ve always believed that giving existing characters a demographic change is not really as revolutionary or helpful as ppl think; New characters and stories (esp. told by writers of those samedemographics) solve the problem much better. Keeping specificity is often better than losing it, and the character still has a background (from an “advanced” civilization that used to do dirty deeds and is still kind of uppity attitudes, a character who’s decided to be against that attitude but still needs to be knocked own from the occasional uppity moment; It makes sense for them to look like a british dude, and they have the freedom to go wherever problems like sexism and racism don’t exist so... ), and will be linked to its origin. But at worst something that will look dated in a few years like the 80s outfits, the show’s done dated and crowdpleasing before; There’s no hard reason not to do it and I expected no quality dip.

It certainly worked as as attention grab, the premiere drew a lot of attention but that only lasted as long as it took for the reviews to go sour. But one of the main good things its proponents said could come of it was to help the lack of female anti heroes. So far she really didn’t get to anti hero much; It’s not Whittaker, it’s the scripts.

I want to make this clear: Varied demograpics are good;

This is why I kind of hate the term “diversity” is one of those vague euphemisms if you mean “demographic representation”, “social equity” or “demographic realism” just say that.

In a way this is a good thing, it used to be only the best boldest writers who could get away, noadays it has become acceptable to have varied casts. And that’s how it should be artshouldn’t have to have to pass some arbitrary quality standard to simply reflect reality. But as the rebootverse and star trek discovery should’ve proved realistic demographics can’t replace good writing. Sometimes lack of realistic demographis is associated with bad writing because both come from play-it-safe more-of-the-same consummerism focussed sameyness, often someone who goes against the formulas has a solid vision which makes them good, and focussing on ignored topics and perspectives can yield new ideas (consider stuff like Wonder Woman, Get Out, Black Panther... which were just good, novel movies) but you could have a super interesting memorable story where everyone is a medieval european monk, but the characters are differentiated by personality, attitude, beliefs, or something where the cast ticks all sort of all demographic boxes but the characters are 1D and the story trite and predictable

On the one hand you get those gamergate adjacent fanboys who make “diversity” and “good writing” out to be enimical opposites and then you have the purists/antis who treat any critique of writing to be founded in having something against realistic demographics. You need both!

Series 11

There were good things about it: An attempt at leastto do more of your classic thought provoking space operas or going back to the shows’ pulp fiction roots, covering some historic periods/topics other than the classic historical fiction tropes (they got a pakistani writer, had Yaz and Ryan discuss social topics among themselves etc.), the emotional story centered around this family coping with a loss, having Ryan sort of be the “main” companion and the one the rest of the team is protective of

But overall the reason I didn’t rush to watch s12 as soon as it came out is that it was a bit... bland. The team interacted mostly with each other; The Doctor had more charge with one shot characters like King James or the Solitract than she really did with the companions. Graham was such a missed opportunity. Remember how everyone loved the dynamic with Wilfred? No attempt to strike a bond over how they’re the older party members, or the professional xenophile trying to nudge the bilbo baggins like reluctant hero? We’re told the Doctor really likes Yaz, and I believe it cause she always liked people like that, but are we shown?

For all that Moffat and RTD were very different writers with different strenghts and weaknesses, both were very character-driven writers, and that was really missing here a bit.

Some ppl said they didn’t give Yaz enough screentime or personality - but the thing is, they did try. They just failed. They let her make little remarks here and there about her homelife, they just never really assembled into a whole beyond buzzwords and inspirational platitudes and the Standard Companion Traits. I didn’t get a read on what she’s about or who she’s like until the pakisan episode where she unlike Barbara, Donna etc. immediately accepted that the past can’t be changed. Ah, I finally thought, she’s a very responsible dutiful person.

Everything lacks edges and defining moments.

So far, I didn’t sweat it. I though, ok, not everything can be the high-concept character driven spec fic epic type of story that is my personal favorite. Every time there was some addition to the mythos in any way someone cried ruined forever. When the time lords first appeared. When the time war was introduced.

The classics too were lower on the character driven ness; Still good pulp fiction content. (imho the character concepts themselves were often pretty good, just not used to the fullest and some of the actresses were treated crappy backstage)

I thought “okey, it wouldn’t be good to break with the tradition of making the sussequent incarnations contrasting”

I did think that there was much liberty with the additions which the others did do only towards the end when it feltmore earned, but, the addition of say, sisters, isn’t too disruptive

Series 12 and the Timeless Child Nonsense

The frustrating thing about this is that it COULD have been good.

The Master teaming up with the cybermen to try and take over Gallifrey is precisely the sort of story the classics would’ve done.

“Your society is founded on a shady secret and exploitation of the innocent” is a good plot twist especially in these times. The Master finding that secret and using it to his advantage - also very him.

Imagine what it could have been like if it had been approached from the perspective of someone who, for all that they were a rebel, still sort of profited from being part of that society, someone who wants to take responsibility for that past and would maybe have to make some tough choice to let the exploitation victim go because it’s right even if it has cosequences for themselves and their civilization.

but then you ruin that by immediately taking the protagonist out of that society. They and they alone are the victim.

like this plot could have been good except for the twist that the Doctor and the timeless child are the same.

Not connecting it to existing lore about the earlier war game days, everything with Omega and Rassilon, that bit about the Time Lord becoming what they were through exposure to the untempered schism... that might be forgiven. Even if it does stretch the suspension of disbelief that every single piece of sci fi scanning equipment in the show didn’t pick anything up; Not to mention that it destroys the stake on every heroic sacrifice or death prophecy plot, every time a companion or oneshot character took the bullet, the whole “out of regens” plot...

This is not me being mad about things being added or changed, but this being done in such a way that undermines the philosophy, the whole flavor...

Yes, the MC is mysterious, the 7th Doctor arcs did a lot with this etc. but doesn’t spelling something out this clear not deplete rather than add to that? It#s a definite answer even if the final origin isn’t clear.

But they’re so much else.

The trickster hero accomplishing great deeds with planning, guile, improvisation and duct tape, the implicit value that ressourcefulness trumps raw power.

The rebel, different because they chose to be or made themselves to be such through their adventures, sticking to their own values in a close-minded society - who embodies & encourages thinking for yourself in every situation and universal plot, who battles enemies like the Daleks and Cybermen that represent comformity

Yeah they have many names yeah they take out gods... but all this was the result of their actions & path in pursuit of knowledge, and also, as Moffat once stated, the funny part is that behind all the fearsome reputation is wit and duct tape.

The fish in a small pond who started out a misfit, failed their tardis driving exam... etc. and often made a point that they didn’t want immortality or endless godlike power. That’s meaningless if they had it to begin with.

The explorer who wanted to see more than their corner of the world.

The ANTI HERO that’s made alltogether too tragic here, too absolved from their uppity civilization

All that is wiped away if they were this special creature to begin with.

Where WAS the philosophy, rly? The big humanist speeches that made me love the show.

Going Forward

So I think - I HOPE - that this in particular will be treated like the “half human” thing from the TV movie or the now josses additional origin stories from the audios, or be handwaved under the “you cant get it wrong cause everything is in flux” carpet

It’s the Master effing with her to pay her back for the half broken chameleon arch thing.

It’s possible the Child actually existed, long dead or trapped somewhere - again, dirty mystery at the bottom of a stck-up society is a good twist. but this shouldn’t be more than another maybe in the multiple choice past not a definite answer.

Also, i hate this line of thought but I can’t stave it off: Why is is now that the MC looks female that we get this vulnerable, passively victimized tomato surprise rather than something with an ugly but definite choice in it.

I will probably ignore it - parts of me resents this cause “your civilization is based on a lie” could be such a good plot twist (then again the existing twists to that end from the classics and End of Time do enough rly) but if i have to choose between that and the basic meaning of the character....

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tedddylupin · 4 years

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merry christmas you filthy animal

When Alex draws Henry's name for Secret Santa he realizes he knows nothing about him so of course he takes the week to gather information while also giving him an education on Christmas movies that he was never able to watch growing up.

Notes: This goes out to the lovely Chelsea for the Holiday Exchange on the RWRB discord!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I had writing it!

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“Okay so tell me why we’re doing this again? And why is he here?” Alex whispered to June and she looked back at Henry who was standing with Pez and Nora.

“Because we needed and even number and Pez says he’s cool alright? We’ve been out with him a few times and yeah he’s quiet but he’s fun. Plus he’s Bea’s brother so obviously he’s gotta be cool.” June rolled her eyes.

“Well I’ve never been out with him more than like twice.” Alex muttered.

“That’s because you’re a lil bitch who says no if you have to drive somewhere in the dark.”

“Excuse me for not having the extra money to go get my eyes checked June.” Alex pursed his lips.

“Oh my god.” She said mostly to herself before clapping her hands. “Alright, alright gather round. Time to pick Secret Santa.” She held out a Santa hat that held little slips of paper and shook it slightly. “The only rule is you can’t get yourself.”

“I would be the best gift giver for myself.” Alex said and June rolled her eyes again.

She went around and everyone drew a name, leaving Alex with the last slip. He took it and unfolded it.

Henry

“Everyone’s work for them?” June asked and everyone nodded before she looked at Alex. “Alex?”

“Um…” He said before June let out an exasperated sound.

“Did you draw yourself?”

“No but-”

“Then good, everyone’s works. Now you have two weeks to get a gift for our next dinner night and make sure not to tell people what you got for them or reveal who your person’s name is.” June smiled brightly.

“Can we eat now?” Nora raised her hand.

“Yes, let’s fucking eat.” Pez slapped his hands together and rubbed them quickly.

Everyone gathered into the kitchen except Alex who hung back after noticing Henry was too.

“You not eating?” He asked, sidling up to the annoyingly taller man.

“I am, I just figured I’d let everyone else get some first. I’m not super hungry.” Henry shrugged and gave him a smile that Alex wanted to narrow his eyes at but in the spirit of Christmas, he did not.

“Big lunch?”

“Yeah,” Henry didn’t offer anything home.

“Uh huh...right well I’m gonna eat.” Alex finally did narrow his eyes for a moment before brightening, and then he pushed forward. He grabbed a few slices of the pizza and sat down on the floor in front of the TV, leaving the couch for the girls. He looked up when Henry sat down next to him against the chair that Pez had occupied.

“Everyone shut the fuck up and watch.” Nora interrupted the chatter and pressed play on the classic Jim Carrey version of the Grinch. The only one that Alex would acknowledge.

During the movie Alex kept looking over at Henry who was enraptured.

“You look like you’ve never seen this before.” He whispered to Henry at the peril of getting slapped upside the head by Nora.

“That’s because I haven’t.” Henry whispered back, leaning toward Alex but not taking his eyes off the TV.

“The fuck? Are you serious?” Alex’s voice rose and then he did get that slap upside the head. “Sorry, but Henry just casually mentioned he’s never seen this movie before.”

Everyone gasped and Henry shrugged self-consciously. “We didn’t watch a lot of Christmas movies growing up.”

Bea nodded in agreement. “It’s true.”

“Fucking hell, alright well you’re going to have an intervention this week after work.” Alex poked Henry hard on the bicep and the man protested only slightly in pain before nodding his agreement.

“Getting in your fingers I see. Pray tell who did you get for Secret Santa Alex?” June caught him after the movie as they were throwing away the trash.

“You know I don’t go easy on Secret Santa June. I gotta get intel and this is the best way to do it.” Alex whispered back. He stuck out his tongue when June annoyingly gave him a knowing look but said nothing.

So Alex texted Henry the next day and of course the man showed up punctual as ever. It was almost suspicious how on time he was. Then again, Alex was known for showing up exactly ten minutes late to have the perfect air of ‘yes I want to be here but I want you to acknowledge me when I walk through the door’.

“Hey man.” Alex opened the door to where Henry was standing, admiring the wreath that Nora had made him.

“Hello.” Henry brightened and stepped inside as Alex moved to let him in. Henry slipped off his knit hat and ran a hand through his hair that had become mussed underneath it. It was annoying how attractive that was but Alex had always had a bit of a kink for knit hats and messy hair so he ignored it.

“I’d thought we’d watch Elf today. You haven’t seen that one right?” Alex began to talk over his shoulder as he walked into the living room, assuming Henry would close the door behind him and follow suit.

“Er, no, I haven’t.” Henry said as he quickly got the hint judging by the way Alex could hear the door shut and quickened footsteps.

“Good, because we only have two weeks to catch you up.” Alex turned quickly in the ball of his foot like a drill sergeant and Henry had to stop himself abruptly so he wouldn’t crash into Alex.

“Sir yes sir.” Henry saluted and Alex snickered.

“Please never do that ever again.”

“Yeah it felt wrong as soon as I did it.”

The two settled down on the couch and began to watch Will Ferrell as the most wholesome elf. Alex wondered if Henry would be a bit like Buddy if he was an elf. He found himself studying the man more than actually watching the movie but he reasoned that this was because he needed to figure out what Henry would actually want as a gift. He could mark knit hat off the list because obviously Henry already owned one.

“So are you a big drinker? I only ask because if we’re going to do all these movies in such a short amount of time it would be nice to have some alcohol to go with it right?” Alex mused, mostly poking at Henry’s interests. A bottle of wine would be a nice gift.

“Nah I’m not really a bit drinker. Usually just special occasions and not during the work week. I honestly think I might be allergic to alcohol but it’s worth it for big events.” Henry said, not looking at Alex, instead watching the movie.

“Oh alright then.” Alex said though inside he was grumbling to himself.

Soon the movie ended and they both stood up.

“This time tomorrow?” Henry asked as he pulled on his jacket followed by his knit hat.

“Yup, I’ll be treating you to a holiday classic set in your home country.” Alex grinned.

“I can’t wait for them to butcher my culture.” Henry grinned back before waving goodbye, leaving Alex alone at the door wondering where this personality came from.

Perhaps he had written Henry off too quickly but the two times he had hung out with him before in the group his voice had gotten talked over. Perhaps the man was just more of a listener unless he was the sole focus. Alex couldn’t comprehend that. He much preferred to be the center of attention. Still, he could respect Henry a bit more now. Even if he could be a bit of a bore in a crowd.

“So the movie is Love Actually and you will actually love it.” Alex said as Henry walked in the next day.

“Ba dum tiss.” Henry responded quickly, hands making the drum motions.

“I know, I know, I’ll be here all week.” Alex grinned over his shoulder.

Henry sat down on the couch on one end with Alex on the other. Yet again Alex found himself watching Henry more than the movie. He had to laugh every time Henry scoff indignantly.

“This is terrible. Poor Emma Thompson. She is a national treasure!” Henry moaned as he put his head in his hands while poor Emma listened to Jodie Mitchell.

Alex snickered. “Earlier I lied. You definitely will not enjoy this movie. The whole poster scene? Terrible.”

“This is evil of you.” Henry frowned.

“Don’t worry, tomorrow’s movie will be much better and will also be set in your country.” Alex grinned as they idled by the door.

“Right, well. Tomorrow’s Friday. Do you want to include some alcohol this time?” Henry asked a little nervously.

“I thought you said you didn’t do alcohol.”

“Well this is a special occasion right? An actually good Christmas movie set in my country unless you’re trying to pull my leg again.” Henry narrowed his eyes in a warning.

Alex held up his hands. “I pinky promise, this one is great. What sort of alcohol do you like?”

“I’ll bring the wine. Nora keeps trying to give me wine and I keep saying yes because I feel bad and don’t know how to tell her to stop.”

“Well shit, bring it all over. Free wine for me.” Alex laughed and Henry grinned and Alex was left with the sneaky thought that Henry didn’t smile that smile just for anyone, otherwise the room would be lit up all the time.

Alex found himself surfing the internet at work the next day trying to figure out a good Secret Santa gift for Henry. He now knew that Henry had a dog named David but David didn’t like treats and it did feel rather wrong to get a human a dog present. He also knew that Henry was a Star Wars fan but hated collectibles because they were too lame and he apparently hated clutter.

He let out an annoyed groan and clicked out of the tab. Whatever. Whatever right? He would get something lame and cheap and call it good.

He gritted his teeth.

No, he was not one to go cheap. He was an excellent gift giver and he was going to make it extra special dammit.

Henry stepped into the apartment that night easily carrying at least five bottles of wine. “I felt like a lush strolling up with all these in my arms.” He said as he carefully set the wine down.

“Nora has good taste.” Alex said appreciatively as he got the wine opener and opened a bottle of pinot noir. “You’ll like this one I think. Not too dry but not too sweet either.”

“The Goldilocks of wine if you will.” Henry said as he took the glass from Alex.

“Exactly my friend.” Alex clinked his glass together and then brought the bottle out to the living room. The Holiday was already cued up as they sat down on the couch together.

“Oh that is definitely not Surrey. Maybe outskirts of Surrey but not Surrey.” Henry scoffed as they watched the movie. Alex giggled, his cheeks warm from the wine. He was already a glass and a half in with Henry keeping time with him.

“So indignant.”

“Whatever, at least Jude Law is very nice to look at.” Henry sighed. “Now he’s a national treasure.”

“What about Kate Winslet?” Alex frowned.

“Nope, can’t do it. She’s pretty yes, but her in real life? Not good.” Henry shook his head. “Jude Law is still just as handsome. I could get lost in his blue eyes.”

“Him and Cameron would have amazing blue eyed children.” Alex nodded. He had somehow sunk down into the couch, Henry much closer this night as they kept getting up to get more wine and moving closer each time.

“Yeah I suppose.” Henry murmured. “Do you think Jude’s attractive?”

Alex was silent for a moment. He didn’t know Henry that well. Not really anyways. Nora and June knew he was bisexual but he had never told Pez and Bea and definitely not Henry. He wondered if this was a prod from Henry to see if he was attracted to men. He supposed if Henry was going to stick around what did it hurt?

“He’s oozing sexiness. If there was any instance I could kiss Jude Law with that tan and that slightly curly hair I would do it in a heartbeat.” Alex said with confidence, looking over at Henry who brightened at his words.

“Ditto on that one.”

Huh. Interesting.

“I don’t think I can move. The room’s spinning.” Henry groaned when the movie was over.

“You wanna crash here for the night?” Alex asked, his own words slurring a bit. They had gone through two bottles of wine and both were feeling it.

“You don’t mind?”

“Nah, better than you getting yourself hurt trying to get home.” Alex waved him off. “I’ll get some blankets, you can take the couch. You aren’t going to throw up are you?”

“A lady never throws up.” Henry frowned, his face scrunched up in the cutest little way and Alex was a bit floored by it.

“I’ll bring you a trashcan. You don’t much look like a lady.”

“Rude. I would never put out on the first date.” Henry closed his eyes.

“Oh is this a date then?” Alex said, amused.

“Obviously you haven’t been paying attention.” Henry murmured and then promptly fell asleep. Alex watched him for a moment and even in his slightly drunken haze he wondered what it would be like to actually go on a date with Henry. He was kind and funny and much more interesting than he had originally given him credit for.

He sucked in a breath and forced himself to move away, only to come back and spread a blanket across Henry’s sleeping body and to set a trashcan by the man’s head. He reached out, fingers itching to brush back the blonde locks but he caught himself in time, pulling back and quickly exiting the room.

It was only when he was back in the safety of his bedroom did he let himself let go of the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and closed his eyes.

He was drunk. It was fine.

“What’s this? Breakfast in bed?” Henry mumbled as Alex plopped on the couch next to him, holding a mug of coffee in one hand and a mug of tea in the other.

“Don’t think you’re special. I don’t actually own a table so the couch is all I got. Hope you like chai tea because it’s either that or coffee.”

Henry wrinkled his nose at the mention of chai tea and Alex gave him a warning look. “Chai is fine.” He quickly said as he sat up only to groan and grab his head.

Alex pulled out a couple of tylenol out of his pocket and set it on the coffee table. “Got you those too.”

“Bless you.” Henry muttered as he knocked them back with a sip of the tea. “I should probably go.”

“Excuse you, we are having a movie marathon whilst you attempt to recover from...this.” Alex gestured vaguely towards Henry who narrowed his eyes.

“If I couldn’t hear my pulse pounding in my head right now you’d be getting a lecture.” Henry frowned and Alex only laughed.

He hit play on Christmas Vacation and settled back into the couch to watch the Griswolds totally fuck up their Christmas with some slapstick humor that even got Henry laughing even though he winced right after doing said laughing.

He followed that with The Santa Clause, one of his favorites.

“It’s great because Scott Calvin is honestly the worst but he quickly becomes the best.” Alex explained with a knowing look. He and Henry were eating Chinese food, something Henry had actually requested despite Alex’s surprise.

“Isn’t that how all Christmas movies go?” Henry asked, mouth full of lo mein.

“Quite possibly. You might be onto something there.” Alex pointed at Henry with his chopsticks and grinned.

They continued on with The Santa Clause 2 and then ended the night with Home Alone.

“I still can’t believe you haven’t seen any of these very iconic movies. They get referenced even outside the holiday season.” Alex said, his voice muffled from the pillow that his head was resting on. Henry and him were both lying on opposite ends of the couch, their legs meeting in the middle.

“Call me a sheltered child I guess. Christmas was never a big holiday in my house. My family isn’t like yours. I only really like Bea and Pez just kinda happened along the way.” Henry shrugged, his voice muffled as well.

Alex studied Henry for a long moment. “You know, you’re different than what I expected.”

Henry looked back at Alex. “Oh yeah? How so?”

Alex scooted up a bit on the couch so that he was sitting up. “I thought you were this prissy private school Englishman who didn’t give the time of day to people that you didn’t grow up around.”

Henry sat up as well. “Did you really? I’m definitely not that.”

“Well I know that now. You’re much cooler than people give you credit for. I think you’re just shy. In your defense though I’m way too loud for people most of the time. I can be a lot.” Alex shrugged.

Henry pulled his knees to his chest and leaned his head on the top of them. “I will admit I did think that when I first met you. You’re intimidating.”

“And now?”

Henry tilted his head a bit, his blonde hair falling over his forehead. “Now that I know you’re a giant nerd you’re much less intimidating.”

Alex let out a bark of laughter and hit Henry with his pillow who of course had to hit back with his own pillow. The continued the pillow fight until Alex was suddenly pinned under Henry and they were both laughing and breathing hard and Alex was left with a pang in his chest.

He cleared his throat and Henry sat back, letting him go.

“I should probably get going.” Henry said, standing up quickly.

Alex stood as well. “Well this was fun. I’m down for doing another movie marathon soon. It doesn’t even have to be a Christmas one.” He said, somewhat shyly.

Henry shrugged into his coat and pulled on his knit cap. “Yeah it was fun. I don’t think I can come over until Tuesday though. Unless my education in Christmas movies is finished?”

“Oh no, we have two more to go.” Alex shook his head and Henry gave him a soft smile.

“Right, Tuesday then.”

And then he was gone and Alex was left alone with his thoughts and still wracking his brain for a Secret Santa gift.

“Alright so what’s this one then?” Henry asked as he sat down on the couch without being offered.

“A Christmas Story.” Alex said as he handed Henry a mug of actual Earl Grey that he had actually gone out to buy.

“Wow, what a lovely gift, thank you.” Henry grinned as he took a sip. Alex had his own chai and they settled in to watch the movie. Of course Alex fell asleep towards the end, work having kicked his ass this week.

He felt someone lightly tapping his shoulder and he let out a noise of annoyance.

“Alex?”

“Hm?” He asked, sleepily opening his eyes.

Henry was standing over him with his coat on. “I’m going to head out. See you tomorrow for our last movie?”

“Oh, yeah okay. Sorry I fell asleep.” He rubbed his eyes and sat up.

“It’s okay, you didn’t snore hardly at all.” Henry gave him a cheeky grin and Alex swatted him.

“Shut up.”

“See ya.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow Hen.” He murmured. He didn’t even notice Henry freezing at the nickname.

When Henry came the next day Alex gestured him inside.

“Oh wow, you went all out huh?” Henry slipped off his knit cap and looked at the set up. There was tea along with a charcuterie board and a platter of cookies.

“Gotta celebrate you becoming a man!” Alex laughed and Henry rolled his eyes as he sat down on the couch. Alex sat down next to him.

“Okay this last one is an all time classic and it’s a little sad in the middle but it’s got a good ending.” Alex explained as Henry stole a sugar cookie. He hit play on It’s a Wonderful Life and began to pile his paper plate (because he was cheap and didn’t own more than two actual plates which were dirty) with meats and cheeses and sweets.

Henry did the same and then they both sat back and took in the black and white classic.

When the credits started to roll Alex turned towards Henry. “So?”

“It was good. I do love old movies sometimes. They don’t make them like that anymore.” Henry said with a sigh of nostalgia.

“Nope, they sure don’t.” Alex agreed. “I’m a little sad that your education is over though.”

“You know you’ll see me tomorrow for the Secret Santa right?” Henry smirked at him and Alex looked down, picking at a loose thread on the blanket.

“Yeah, I know, but I did like having you over every night.”

Henry gave him a slow smile. “You did?”

“Yeah.” Alex shrugged. “Guess that just means you’ll have to educate me on something.”

“Have you ever seen Lord of the Rings?”

“Nope.” Alex grinned while Henry let out a wounded noise.

“Alright, after the holidays we’re watching that first thing.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Alex nodded.

Henry left shortly after, taking a bag of cookies with him. He knew he would see the man the next day but it still felt sad watching Henry keep going out that door.

The next night he dressed up as per June’s slightly scary voicemail. He walked into June and Nora’s apartment with his platter of cookies and found that he was the last one to arrive.

“Fucking finally mate!” Pez called out and everyone turned to witness his walk of shame.

“I hit every red light okay?” He protested.

“Likely story.” Henry grinned and Alex couldn’t help the way his face brightened when he saw the man walk into the room. “More cookies?”

“Yup, more cookies. Since that’s basically all I can bake.” He shrugged and Henry laughed.

“Better than me, I assure you.”

Alex gave him a soft smile before June, Nora, and Bea interrupted.

“Are those the peanut butter cookies?” June asked as she peered over the tray.

“Oh hell yes.” Nora swiped the tray out of Alex’s hands, ignoring his sounds of protest.

“Before we eat though, we’re going to do Secret Santa so everyone grab your gifts.” June clapped her hands together and Alex was starting to get nervous.

He watched as everyone handed over their gift. Pez got June and gave her a beautiful necklace that was way over the budget. Nora got Bea and gave her a cheese tray with a little knife to go with it. June got Alex who gave him a nice silk tie ‘to match his eyes’ as she explained. Henry got Pez and gave him two tumblers which also looked outside the budget. Bea got Nora and gave her a new headset for her gaming.

“Did everyone get their gift?” June asked.

Alex could feel Henry’s eyes on him.

“Yep.” Henry said and Alex turned towards him quickly. “Later.” He mouthed to Alex who nodded.

They got their food and the entire apartment was alive with laughter and talk and Christmas music in the background.

It was after that Alex brought Henry aside.

“I guess you figured out I got you for Secret Santa.” He said awkwardly, not looking into Henry’s eyes.

“Yes, I can do math.” Henry said with a wry smile. “Is that why you brought me over for movies these last two weeks?”

“Well, that’s how it started out, but after the first two days I found I just wanted to hang out with you but every time I tried to get intel on what you would want for a gift you kept saying things that would make it seem like you wouldn’t like what I was thinking for you and I didn’t want to give you some lame ass gift that would just collect dust and I-” Alex rambled until suddenly he was pulled forward and he felt lips against his own.

He let out a surprised noise and his eyes were open as Henry kissed him and then he melted into the kiss because A. Henry was a good kisser surprisingly and B. He had been wanting to do that himself but he was too chicken shit to do it.

Henry pulled back and Alex opened his eyes, not knowing when he had actually closed them.

“Uh...wow okay.” Alex started, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s your gift to me.” Henry said and Alex looked at him, confused. “I’ve been wanting to do that honestly since I first met you. You light up every room you’re in Alex and when you kept inviting me over for movies I felt like...well I had won a prize or something. I don’t care that you didn’t give me a physical gift because spending this time with you the last two weeks has been more than enough for me.”

Alex was left stunned. “Wait, really? You’ve thought that about me?”

Henry shrugged, a blush starting to form across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “Well, yeah. I just didn’t think you were interested in guys so I didn’t say anything, but then you talked about kissing Jude Law-”

“Oh Jude Law.” Alex said dreamily.

“Hey, pay attention. Pouring my heart out here.” Henry snapped his fingers and Alex stood at attention and nodded. “Anyways, when you said that I thought I had a chance.”

Alex took a step closer and took Henry’s hands. “You definitely have more than a chance because I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you fell asleep on my couch and told me you don’t put out on the first date.” He grinned.

“Wait, shit, did I really say that?”

Alex nodded with a giant grin. “Yup. Now why don’t you ignore that and kiss me again.”

“Yes, let’s do that.”

Henry leaned down again for another kiss and Alex sighed into it, leaning his body into Henry who was so annoyingly tall but so well built to hold him up.

As he kissed Henry he heard the sounds of his friends around him and the faint whispers of music and he knew that this would be the first of many great Christmases to come.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fic #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #holiday exchange #i had so much fun writing this yall have no idea #yes this is a modern AU aka they aren't prince and fsotus #my writing

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sastiel-is-my-serotonin · 5 years

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I heard it was bisexual day, so here's a story of a bisexual Sam and an asexual Cas. Two parts of the community that loved to get ignored by the majority. I might post a second part in Castiel's POV.

I was rushing around, rushing to finish my surprise for Cas. I have been acting suspicious for the past two weeks as I tried to keep this surprise, well a surprise.

I've been asking a lot of people for help, and today was the day everything went into motion. Jack and Cas were out shopping, while everything got put up.

When Cas came out to me as asexual, I knew I had to do something special for him. He admitted he felt like it made our relationship, incomplete, which was utter bullshit. Sex doesn't make a relationship official or anything. So to show him I love him, and accept him. I decided to pride out our room.

I ordered three flags, the bi, ace and gay flag. I sewed together the ace and bi, and cut the gay flag into a heart. I then sewed it in the middle of the two.

I was now setting it up above our bed, and Dean came in with stencils and paint. He painted "You'll bee what you'll bee." on Castiel's side of the room. While I painted the bees alongside it.

Charlie set up the sign that looked like AC/DC except the D was replaced with a B. It had the ace flag and bi flag colors on the respective sides with a lighting bolt separating AC and BC. Dean had found it online, the design, and said it was his mission to get that in my room.

Jody was setting up pictures of all of us, they were all Polaroids, except for the one in the middle, it's a photo of me and Cas cuddling on the couch kissing. No one will tell me who took the photo, my suspicion is Dean, no matter, I love it. It's a bit bigger than the rest.

I gave Cas a bee plushy that said, "Bee mine?" on the side of it, for Valentine's day, and set it next to the Moose plushy Cas got me. It said, "It moose be love." on the back of it, that was gifted to me on my birthday. I set them next to each other on our dresser, we usually have them in the closet, but I liked them better in sight.

When I left the room and came back, I saw "Sastiel" painted on the door, I didn't have enough time to remove it, it looked like Claire's handwriting.

Jack sent a text saying they were coming back, we cleaned up all the spare supplies, I put them in the archives for the moment. Later I can store them in a more permanent setting.

I was getting nervous as I waited. I was sure Cas would like the surprise, but how could I be sure? I paced around the room until I heard the door handle open.

"Sam, someone wrote on our door-" Cas looked around the room, slowly walking in. He was looking at each of the new additions with wonder, and hopefully awe.

"Do you like it?" I asked pulling him out of his thoughts, he looked back at me surprised, and instead of a verbal answer, he pulled me down by my shirt and kissed me.

"I'll take that as a yes." I panted when we pulled away, Cas smiled and hugged me.

"Who helped?" He asked recognizing Dean's handwriting on the wall. I listed off everyone and he smiled even bigger. I went around the room explain explaining who did what, and whose ideas were whose.

He picked up the bee plushy and smiled at me, at that exact moment a flash went off. We looked at the door and saw everyone pretending they just happened to be near our door.

Dean was the first to waltz in, they soon followed Dean's lead. Cas thanked everyone individually, I was happy to see him getting the support he deserves.

As everyone else talked about the room, or how "adorable" we were, Cas and I were looking at the Polaroid photos. We appreciated them, but were perplexed by how they got the photos.

We eventually got everyone out of our room when everyone got hungry. They went out to eat at a nearby diner, Jack handed me a salad on his way out. It was big enough for me and Cas to share if he wanted any.

We did end up enjoying it, while watching an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, I couldn't tell you what episode we watched. I was transfixed on Castiel's reactions, I never understood his fascination with watching others until I started to watch Castiel.

I might not be able to tell you about the shows we watch together, but I can tell you about the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles and laughs.

I can tell you about all his little commentary that he voices out, not really for a reply back, just to voice his appreciation or frustration.

I could tell you about how he slowly relaxes into my shoulder as the episode progresses, or how every once in a while, during boring parts, he'll look away from the screen to give me a quick kiss.

Or how his fingers end up laced with mine, I could go on about those things, but I don't pay attention to the episodes, they're just not as entertaining as Cas.

He paused it after we were finished with our food, and looked into my eyes. Before we were together, I hated when he would make eye contact, it was just so much pressure. They were full of power, and I always felt intimidated by them. Now, I love seeing the softness he has in his eyes, the emotion they hold. I could zone out and just look into them for hours at a time.

As much as I wanted to, I could see he wanted to talk about something, so I resisted the temptation to get lost in them.

"What's the matter?" I asked prompting him, since it seemed he didn't know how to start.

"I was worried for a while that after I came out to you, that you were becoming distant. I should've known better." Cas admitted, I snuggled up closer to him. I had a feeling he misread my actions, which was my fault.

"Cas, I didn't mean to make you worry. I love you, and every small things that makes you, you."

"Thank you for not seeing me as broken." Cas said next, which made my heart sink.

"If you're broken, then I'm broken too. Am I broken?" I asked him, he shook his head.

"It's settled, you're perfect the way you are." I whispered, and Cas snuggled in closer. I unpaused the tv, and watched Cas until I fell asleep, it is our nightly ritual after all.

#sastiel #sastiel fic #bisexual sam winchester #asexual castiel #they deserve the world

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cakesunflower · 5 years

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Reach For You [Dad!Calum AU] Ch. 13

Chapter 13

WAKING UP ON the morning of the twenty-eighth, Aspen immediately felt a smile growing on her lips despite the alarm waking her up as she turned to her side, eyes landing on the man sleeping to her right and the little girl in between them. Shutting off the alarm, Aspen put her phone back on the bedside table before propping herself up on her shoulder, looking down at her sleeping daughter, curls that matched her father’s all over the place.

“Luna,” Aspen murmured, fingers pushing back her hair. She could feel Calum stirring in his sleep as well, tattooed left arm thrown over his eyes as he gently moved. “Hey, birthday girl. Time to wake up.”

Luna stirred, her eyebrows furrowing together yet eyes remaining closed, and Aspen let out a breathless laugh when she turned to press herself into Calum’s bare side, her arm spread across his bare torso as much as it could. The smile on Aspen’s face grew as Calum crawled out of his slumber, arm lifting from his eyes as his fingers lazily raked through his hair to push them back before it came down to wrap around Luna.

“Baby,” Aspen let out a light laugh, trying not to acknowledge her heart melting at the sight in front of her. This wasn’t the first time the three of them were in bed together—ever since she and Calum got back together a week or so ago—but it still made Aspen feel warm and fuzzy and all the good fucking things. Her fingers teased Luna’s stomach, trying to pull her from Calum’s side. “You gotta wake up, bub. Time to get ready for school.”

Luna mumbled sleepily, incoherently, whining her displeasure and Aspen chuckled, especially when Luna tried to bury herself in Calum’s side once again. “Come on, bub. I’ll make you some birthday waffles, yeah?” Luna frowned sleepily and Aspen’s gaze flickered to Calum, who was now awake and whose tired, brown eyes were on her. He smiled at her sleepily, cheeks flushed and adorable, and Aspen shot him a look as she pulled herself up from the bed. “Get her up, yeah? I’m gonna make her breakfast.”

Calum nodded, his hand lifting and using a single finger to motion Aspen towards him in a come hither gesture. Aspen smiled, carefully leaning over Luna as Calum lifted himself up slightly to meet Aspen’s lips in a soft, quick morning kiss.

Leaving the bed, Aspen tied her hair up into a bun and used the bathroom before going to the kitchen to get started on Luna’s breakfast, putting on a pot of coffee for her and Calum. A smile was on her face, her heart light at the fact that it was her daughter’s fifth birthday. For five years Aspen’s been blessed with her little one, and it was just so wonderfully exciting and, well, emotional.

Not to mention this was Calum’s first birthday with her, so it made things all the more heart warming.

By the time the waffles were done, Calum was entering the kitchen in nothing but a pair of pajama pants with Luna settled on his hip, Duke’s paws clattering on the floor as he followed them since Calum had brought the little dog over after asking Aspen’s permission. It was Friday, technically Calum’s day with Luna, but Aspen told him to sleep over so they could start Luna’s birthday with him—which Calum had appreciated.

Placing the plate in front of a seated Luna, Aspen cupped her daughter’s cheeks before pressing kisses all over her face, smiling when Luna giggled. “Happy, happy, happy birthday, bubba,” Aspen bubbled happily. “You’re such a big girl now!”

Calum grinned, fond and adoring as he kissed the top of Luna’s head. “Excited for your party tonight?”

Luna nodded enthusiastically, all signs of sleep washing away as her green eyes lit up at the mention of her party. “Yeah!” She looked at both of her parents. “Ice cream cake?”

Aspen chuckled as Calum walked around to the coffee maker, pouring the drink into two cups. “Yes, ma’am,” she assured as Calum handed her a cup.

The two of them joined Luna at the table as she happily ate her waffles. Looking at Aspen, Calum checked, “So I’m pickin’ up the cake from Berkley’s after goin’ to the airport, right?”

Aspen nodded, swallowing her sip. “Yeah. Just bring it back here and then we’ll take it whenever we leave for the party.”

Calum snapped his fingers with a point at Aspen in confirmation, sipping his coffee and feeling his lips curve at the sight of Luna eating. She was five years old today. Five. And it was his first birthday celebrating with her, so Calum already knew to expect the plethora of emotions that would be bombarding him throughout the day.

He had booked one of those indoor playgrounds for kids in town, the nicest one, for Luna’s birthday party after showing her pictures and seeing how excited she was for it. Aspen sent the invitations out to all of Luna’s friends, with every single one responding with a yes. Today was also the day Luna and Mali, Calum’s older sister, would be meeting for the first time, and he was kind of nervous.

A few days after he and Aspen got back together—a little over a week ago—Calum called up his older sister and told her everything that had happened since he arrived to New York. Every single detail was told to Mali, and his sister listened to everything he had to say. Mali had not been involved in what his mother had done, had actually been really fond of Aspen, so once she found out the truth through Calum, she was completely in shock and horrified about what happened. She’d also harbored some resentment for Aspen, believing she had left her brother just like Calum had, but once the truth was told, Mali was ready to give the green eyed woman a tight hug. And meet her niece.

Aspen, of course, was completely okay with it—she’d made it known that she missed Mali since Calum’s sister was one of the few people to make her feel wanted and comfortable. Luna was beyond thrilled to meet her aunt.

Once Luna was finished with breakfast, Calum got her ready for school since he didn’t get to do that much, and Aspen got ready for work. After a quick body shower and putting on her scrubs, she left the room as she tied her hair, stepping out just in time to see Luna happily skip out of her room fully dressed with her hair tied into a pretty braid, Calum walking out from behind the five year old with her backpack in hand.

Aspen grinned at him as Luna ran to the living room, the special day buzzing her nerves, Duke following behind her. “Quite the hair stylist, huh?” she teased, nudging her boyfriend’s bare side as he snorted out a chuckle.

“You can thank Mali for that,” he said as they reached the living room, where Luna’s giggles were ringing throughout the apartment as she and Duke giddily chased each other around. Both Aspen and Calum found themselves stopping, eyes on their daughter and fond smiles on their faces, and Aspen knew if she spent another moment just admiring Luna, she’d burst into tears. She couldn’t believe Luna was already five. “Hey.” Calum’s voice had her breaking out of her thoughts and looking at him. There was a small frown on his face, appearing worried. “You sure you want the boys there today?”

Letting out a breath, Aspen’s shoulders sank in mild exasperation as she looked up at Calum. This had been something he’d been worrying about for days since they started planning Luna’s birthday party. Truthfully, no one quite yet knew about the two of them getting back together, except for Jodie and Mali, who Calum had told through FaceTime had been relieved that his sister was supportive. It’s not like their relationship was something to hide, but so much had happened and their families and his friends had their opinions, so they wanted to be careful on how they’d let them know.

They also wanted to make sure should anyone find out, it wouldn’t be in front of Luna. Neither Calum nor Aspen trusted anyone to control their potentially negative reactions in front of their daughter, and while the two of them didn’t care what everyone else thought, they didn’t want Luna to witness their reactions. They didn’t want their five year old to think something bad of her parents’ relationship, blissfully and obviously unaware of the shit storm they’d just worked through. They had only just gotten back together—dealing with everyone’s reactions and opinions wouldn’t be fun.

“Yes, Calum, it’s fine,” Aspen assured him for the dozenth time, laughing lightly. Of course they’d invited Calum’s best friends to Luna’s birthday party, since she wanted all of her uncles there, and they were more than excited to come. “I can deal with them. It’s you I’m worried about.”

Many of Aspen’s family members were going to be there; her mother included, driving in from Pennsylvania where she lived with Aspen’s grandparents. One of her mother’s brothers lived in California, while the other lived in Canada, so their families weren’t going to be able to make it, obviously. Which, honestly, was kind of a relief. Not everyone knew of the circumstances of the end of Aspen and Calum’s relationship back in the day, and Aspen wasn’t quite prepared to explain everything to them. Her mother and grandparents knew he was back in the picture, had been wary yet understanding after Aspen filled them in on everything. But still, no one knew the two of them had rekindled their relationship, and she wanted to keep it that way for a bit. Today was all about Luna, and she just hoped no one gave Calum any shit tonight.

Calum smiled fondly, right arm lifting to hook around Aspen’s neck to pull her closer, their fronts pressing together as he peered down at her. “I’ll be fine,” he reassured confidently, smiling as Aspen reached her hand up to tangle her fingers with Calum’s hand hanging over her shoulder. “Kind of banking on everyone being civilized for Luna’s birthday, but even so, I think it’ll be fine.”

Aspen returned his smile, feeling a bit of relief at how confident he looked and seemed, effectively calming her down. Things between Calum and Richie were still rocky, and now Calum was going to see her mother and grandparents, which Aspen was justifiably nervous about. She knew her mom, knew she wasn’t going to start anything, but the entire situation was understandably nerve wracking.

Ultimately, she wanted today to be perfect. She wanted that for Luna—and for Calum. For them to spend the first birthday together happily and perfectly.

“Mama! We’re gonna be late!” Luna’s voice garnered her parents’ attention, already standing by the door and bouncing on her heels.

With a laugh, Aspen looked back at Calum before stepping on her toes, and he dipped his head enough to meet her halfway and press a kiss to her lips. It was swift and sweet, though still emitted a giggle from Luna that had Aspen and Calum smiling against each other’s lips before pulling away. “I’ll see you later,” Aspen smiled before taking Luna’s backpack from him, his arm dropping away a moment later. “Lunes, say bye to dad.”

She ran over to give him a hug as Aspen grabbed her purse and keys, giving Duke a quick rub before heading towards the door as Luna followed. To Calum, Aspen said, “Spare keys are in the drawer next to the fridge.”

Calum nodded as Aspen opened the door. “Got it, Mama.”

A smirk tilted on Aspen’s lips as she allowed Luna to exit the apartment, before looking over her shoulder as her green eyes locked with Calum’s brown. And then, with a sly wink, she bid, “Bye, Daddy.”

The slack jawed, wide eyed look on Calum’s face was priceless.

*****

“D’you reckon she’ll like me?”

Calum wanted to laugh at his sister’s question, wanting to inquire back who couldn’t like Mali? But instead he just smiled, bumping her shoulder with his with his hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket as he assured, “She’ll love you, don’t worry.”

The shrill sound of the last bell sounded through the courtyard, and soon enough the students of the elementary school came pouring out of the various exits. A smile sprouted on Calum’s lips at the sight of Luna running out from the usual door, her winter jacket making her look like an adorable marshmallow, and when Calum pointed his little girl out, Mali let out a soft and breathy, “oh, wow,” as Luna came running up to them.

“Hey, bug,” Calum grinned, crouching down to be at eye level with his girl, “How was school?”

“Good.” Luna nodded happily. She was generally a happy kid, but Calum knew the extra excitement came from the fact that it was her birthday. “My friends are excited for the party,” she added with a wider grin, before her eyes flickered to the woman standing next to her father’s crouching figure.

Calum glanced up at his sister, who was smiling down at Luna with a warm gaze that made Calum melt. “Lunes, I want you to meet someone.” At that, Mali crouched down as well as Luna’s shy gaze swept over to her once more. “This is my big sister—your Aunt Mali.”

At that, Calum watched as some of Luna’s shyness was replaced with wonder, before smiling brightly. She then waved at Mali with a happy, “Hi! Are you coming to my birthday party?”

Calum chuckled breathily, feeling his heart soar a bit in his chest as Mali’s own smile widened. “Am I invited?” she asked, a teasing tilt in her voice. Luna nodded, giggling, and Mali beamed. “Then I would be honored.”

The three of them then went to where Calum parked the car, settling inside as Calum started the vehicle. Looking at Luna from the rearview mirror, Calum told her, “Okay, baby. We’re gonna pick up your cake and then go home to relax for a bit before your party. Sound good?”

When Luna shot him two thumbs up, Calum snorted out a laugh before pulling out of the parking lot. He put on Luna’s playlist, earning an amused yet fond smile from his sister, and they drove in silence besides the music playing and Luna’s quiet humming from the back.

A few moments later, Mali asked, “So things between you and Aspen are good?”

“Yeah,” Calum responded with a small upwards tug of his lips, eyes on the road. “It’s kind of like we’re pickin’ up where we left off but at the same time. . . It’s different.”

“A good different?”

Calum’s eyes flickered to the rearview mirror, catching sight of Luna and feeling his heart ridiculously skip a beat. “A great different.”

Mali smiled, seeing the contentment on her brother’s face. But then her grin faltered as she said, “I talked to Mum after you told me everything. She—”

He bristled in his seat before cutting her off. “I don’t want to talk about her.” His voice was quiet yet firm, a warning tone present that had Mali pressing her lips together. “Not today, Mal. Today’s going to be perfect and talking about that is just going to pi—” He stopped himself, gaze flickering to the rearview mirror where he caught sight of his five year old bopping her head and staring out the window. Calum inhaled deeply, grip on the steering wheel tightening. “Just—not today, okay?”

Mali nodded in understanding, lips pursed. “Okay.” Then, more enthusiastically, she asked, “So Luna—who’s your favorite Disney princess?”

Calum relaxed at the change of conversation, absently listening to his sister and daughter converse as he drove. But his mind was on his mum now, thanks to Mali. Nothing had been resolved with her; she left after that day at the hotel room, and Calum hadn’t spoken to her since. There was a dull, consistent ache in his chest at the strained relationship, ever one to be so cold and distant with his mother. He didn’t like it, but forgiving her wasn’t he could bring himself to do yet. It had taken him a while to forgive Aspen, but his mum did what she did out of spite for Aspen, no matter what she insisted on doing it out of love for Calum. He couldn’t grasp that; who did something like that out of love? The more he dwelled on it, the more his head hurt. It didn’t make any sense.

*****

Seeing the rest of Aspen’s family again had been tense, to say the least. Of course her mother and grandparents knew of Calum’s presence in Aspen and Luna’s lives, but they had yet to actually see him once more, and they greeted him with somewhat strained smiles—except for Aspen’s grandmother, who’d always been kind and welcoming and warm and didn’t show Calum any different.

They weren’t treating him rudely or coldly; Aspen had told Calum that she’d explained the situation to them, told them how he’d confronted his mother about it and how things were still resolving. Still, Calum understood their hesitancy in his return, knew it was the same way for Aspen when he showed up. Aspen had assured him that she had emphasized how, at the end of the day, he wasn’t at fault for what happened and while Calum appreciated it, he was willing to just go with how things were for the moment. It would take adjustment, but things would work out. He hoped.

“Hi, Daddy! I see you!”

Calum was instantly pulled out of his thoughts at the sound of Luna’s voice over the other children running around screaming and giggling. He blinked, looking up as a grin took over his face at the sight of Luna, waving at him from behind the bleary window of the tunnel up above she was crawling through. He let out a deep laugh, raising his own hand to wave ring clad fingers right back at her, hearing the faint sound of her giggle before she began crawling through the tunnels.

The smile remained on Calum’s face as Luna disappeared from sight, her joyous shrieks mixing in with those of her friends and cousins she was playing with as his arm slowly dropped to his side. They’d only been at the indoor play park for forty minutes and Luna was already having the time of her life, her smile and giggles bringing a sort of happiness in Calum’s chest that only his daughter was capable of creating.

“Not a bad job getting this place,” Richie’s voice sounded, and Calum tensed ever so slightly as Aspen’s brother appeared to his right. He glanced at him from his peripheral, saw Richie looking up at the cluster of tunnels and slides the children were playing in. “The kids seem to be enjoying themselves.” Calum snapped his gaze away when he saw Richie look at him. “Good job.”

Calum’s jaw clenched for a second. “Glad I’ve got your approval,” he returned evenly, not trying to antagonize anything but feeling as though Richie’s appraising words carried a contemptuous undertone. Calum shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. “My daughter deserves the best.”

A quiet scoff of a laugh escaped Richie. “Still gunning for that Father of the Year award, huh?”

Calum pursed his lips at that, easily remembering the first time he and Richie met a few months ago after Calum was first introduced to Luna, how Richie had been so pissed at the mere sight of Calum around his sister and niece. But then he also remembered something else Richie had said to him that day, and Calum’s hands, which had formed into fists in the pockets of his jacket, relaxed. He still stared ahead, but his voice was low amongst the screeching of children.

“I know you know the truth of everything that happened, Rich.” Calum could feel the green eyed man’s gaze on him. “I was obviously the last to know. But you told me, that first day, that Aspen had been hurting all these years, too.” Calum loosened his jaw, finally bringing himself to look at Richie, who was watching him with a stern expression. “Trust me when I say that I wish with every-fuckin’-thing in me that she didn’t have to go through that. That none of this happened in the first place.” There was a subtle softness in Richie’s expression, and Calum took a breath, hoping his words would reach the man next to him. “Aspen is important to me. What happened wasn’t fair to her or Luna. And I wish I could go back to prevent it from happening but I can’t. So I’m tryin’ to make it right now, alright?”

Calum let out a breath once he finished speaking, pressing his lips together and looking ahead at the tunnels in front of them, jaw once again tightening out of nerves he couldn’t help but show. He hadn’t before, but he understood now why Richie had been so harsh with him, understood that he was just a man standing in defense for his younger sister who’d been forced to make a difficult, troubling decision. He’d never fault Richie for wanting to protect Aspen—it was something Calum had failed to do himself.

There was a silence between them, disturbed by the sounds of children playing and Luna’s playlist that Calum had paid the workers put on a loop for the duration of the party. Calum watched the figures of the kids come and go from the bleary windows of the tunnels, in the nets of some of them, though he could feel his words hang heavily in the air as he waited for Richie’s reaction.

“Aspen told me you confronted your mother about everything,” Richie finally spoke up, his tone even and not giving away what he was thinking. He glanced at Calum. “That must’ve been difficult.”

The muscle in Calum’s jaw jumped as he gave a quick nod, gaze dropping to the matted floor briefly. “Yeah,” he rasped. “Not really on speakin’ terms with her at the moment.”

Another brief silence. Then, Richie said, “Aspen and Luna aren’t the only ones who didn’t deserve this.” Calum found his gaze flickering back to Richie, eyes ever so slightly wide, practically unnoticeable, but the surprise Richie’s words emitted could be seen in his dark irises. Richie patted his shoulder, pressed lips pulling back into a brief accepting smile. “Glad you’re making it right.”

Calum hadn’t expected Richie’s words, but he’d be lying if he said the relief didn’t flood him entirely.

An hour or so of letting the kids play, the food was brought out and the children were called from the playing area to come eat before they cut the cake and went back to playing. As parents of the birthday girl, Aspen and Calum made sure every kid had something on their plate, pizzas and burgers and fries and boneless wings alike.

Truthfully, Aspen was prolonging the inevitable of going to the table where all the adults sat, because she’d have to sit with Calum’s friends. Luke and Michael weren’t the issue—it seemed like even though they were at a kid’s birthday party, Ashton couldn’t seem to hold back the contempt he felt for Aspen and had no issues showing it on his face every time their gazes met. He stuck to conversing with the boys and even Aspen’s family, but never made a move to even say anything to Aspen, not even a greeting when he arrived. She didn’t care, too much; but she just wanted to enjoy her daughter’s birthday.

She settled on the long table, settling between Laila and Calum with Luke sitting right across from her. The table was filled with light chatter, overpowered by the sounds of the children in the table over giggling and chattering jubiously. For the most part, everything was fine, but Aspen’s right foot keep bouncing under the table, an underlying anxiety messing with her. She tried to relax herself, unsure why she felt so on edge, while trying to focus on the sandwich in front of her.

But then a hand came to rest on her knee, instantly quelling the bouncing and Aspen glanced down to see the tattooed, ring wearing hand resting upon her knee. Aspen took a soft breath, pressed lips quirking into a smile as she followed the hand up the arm and letting her gaze rest on Calum’s face. He glanced at her, shooting her a soft, reassuring look that had her shoulders relaxing instantly. Aspen rested her hand on top of his, watching as his smile widened slightly as she squeezed it before returning her attention to her food.

When she looked up, Aspen promptly ignored the narrowed eyed gaze Ashton was shooting her from across the table.

Once they finished eating, Aspen and Calum went to the back room where the freezer was to get the cake. It was a two tiered Moana themed cake, blue and green foster to signify the water and grass with a small Moana doll on top, with Happy Birthday Luna written on top. When Aspen put the number five candle on top, not yet lighting it, she let out a breath. “I can’t believe she’s five already,” she commented with an airy disbelieving laugh. Looking over at Calum, who had a small smile on his lips as he gazed at the cake, Aspen reached out and squeezed his hand. “I’m so happy you’re here, Cal.”

The smile on his face widened, a happy glint in his dark eyes that had Aspen’s heart fluttering, only to intensify when Calum lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “Me too, doll.”

Just as he let go of her hand, Jodie’s voice sounded from behind them. “We good? I’ve got the camera ready.”

They glanced at Aspen’s best friend over their shoulders, who was holding up her phone. Nodding, Calum pulled out his lighter from the pocket of his jeans and flicked it on to light the candle. “Alright, let’s do this,” Calum smiled, pocketing the lighter and carefully picking up the cake.

Aspen grinned as Jodie began recording, and Aspen walked alongside Calum as he carried the cake, all the while Jodie used her phone to catch the moment from the second they left the kitchen. As soon as they got within earshot of where the kids sat, the adults surrounding them, Aspen and Calum both broke out into singing happy birthday, catching everyone’s attention.

Everyone had their phones out, grins on their faces as Calum and Aspen approached where Luna sat at the table, grinning happily with a plastic birthday crown sitting atop her head. All of the guests were now singing to Luna, her grin as wide as it could be and green eyes excitedly bright as Jodie documented it all.

Calum set the cake in front of Luna, her friends all singing cheerfully as well as both of her parents crouched next to her, and Aspen handed Luna the knife and covered her daughter’s smaller hand with hers. While singing, Aspen looked at Calum before nodding at the knife, and his grin widened as his right hand covered Aspen’s. “Blow out the candle, bubba,” Aspen told Luna as the song was coming to an end.

As kids do, Luna inhaled a deep breath before blowing the candle out, and everyone cheered as they helped Luna cut through the cake. The grins couldn’t be wiped from Aspen and Calum’s face as everyone cheered for their daughter, an air of happiness surrounding them because of the love that was surrounding her. And the smile on Luna’s face only added onto the joy that her parents were feeling for her.

“Smile, you three,” Mali grinned, her camera up to take a picture of them.

Thinking alike and on either side of Luna, Aspen and Calum pressed their lips to either of Luna’s cheeks, the five year old giggling happily as Mali snapped the photo, and Aspen felt a flutter of giddiness. She was definitely going to ask Mali to send her that picture so she could get it developed.

Calum pressed another kiss to Luna’s cheek. “Love you, baby.”

Luna giggled at the tickle of Calum’s stubble, grin ever present. Aspen and Calum stood up and Calum took it upon himself to take the knife and cut slices for everyone. He and Aspen worked together as she handed him plates to put the slices on before handing them out to the eagerly waiting kids.

They devoured the cake quickly while the adults ate it at a much calmer pace, and as soon as Calum was done eating, Luna came running over to him and grabbed at his hand with both of hers, giving him a tug. “Ball pit, Daddy! Let’s go to the ball pit.”

Calum chuckled, putting down the paper plate before letting the exuberant five year old drag him towards the large pit filled with colorful plastic balls, a few kids already enjoying themselves in it. Luna dragged him to the steps leading up to it, and Calum grinned at her. “Wanna jump in with me?”

Luna nodded enthusiastically, her curls bouncing and Calum gripped hr by the underarms before picking her up and holding her to his chest. She held onto him, giggling, as Calum grinned, “Ready?” At Luna’s nod, Calum swung them both side to side. “One, two. . . Three!”

He pushed himself up before jumping right into the ball pit, the plastic balls engulfing him and Luna as she shrieked in joy before he pushed them to the surface. His deep laughter mixed with Luna’s sweet giggles, and Calum knew for a fact that it was his favorite sound in the world.

“You look like a creepy stalker.”

Calum chuckled when Aspen jumped slightly at his words, rolling her eyes and lightly swatting at his chest for scaring her. She was standing at the end opening of the hallway leading towards the bathroom behind the tunnels the kids were once again crawling in, mostly obstructed from everyone’s view and a good distance away. Aspen needed a bit of a break from everyone, wanting to just watch the kids enjoy themselves.

“Just needed a little break,” she told him, shifting so instead of leaning against the wall on her side, she was on her back, facing Calum.

She was hoping Calum would just assume she meant she needed a break from all of the kids, but he was one of the most intuitive people Aspen’s ever met. So she shouldn’t have been surprised when his expression faltered a bit, facing her as he sighed. “I’m sorry about Ashton. I told him to lay off but he’s not gettin’ it—”

Aspen began shaking her head. “It’s fine, Calum.”

Well, it wasn’t. She had half a mind to snap at Calum’s best friend, tell him to either man up and say what he wanted to say or just get the hell over it. This was Luna’s birthday party, the first one Calum was a part of, and Aspen was sick of catching Ashton’s glare every time she happened to lock gazes with him. She understood that he was pissed at her for what she did to Calum, despite knowing the truth of the matter, but if Calum could bring himself to forgive her, why couldn’t Ashton? Luke and Michael were easier to deal with, they weren’t anywhere near as bad as Ashton because they had the decency to smile and make small talk despite feeling tense about it.

“No, it’s not,” Calum protested with a shake of his head, dark eyebrows drawing together. Taking a step forward, his hands lifted to cup Aspen’s face, her skin soft in his palms as he ducked his head slightly and maintained eye contact. “’M gonna talk to him soon, yeah? Gonna tell him about us and that he has to move past what happened. If I did, then so can he.”

Just like Aspen hadn’t told anyone, except for Jodie, that she was back together with Calum, he hadn’t mentioned it to anyone but Mali. Calum knew he’d have to break the news to the boys, and while he wasn’t necessarily scared of his friends’ reactions, he just didn’t want any of them saying anything hurtful towards Aspen. Something Calum knew Ashton was the most capable of doing.

Aspen smiled, appreciative of Calum’s words and tilted her head up towards him in silent want. Mirroring her smile, Calum dipped his head all the way to connect their lips, both of them momentarily forgetting the fact that not everyone knew of their rekindled romance, in too much need of the other’s lips as they shared a soft, sweet kiss.

Until a disbelieving laugh followed by words spoken by the very person they’d been talking about broke them apart. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Pulling away from Calum, Aspen took a breath at the sight of Ashton and Luke staring at them. Luke only appeared shocked, completely taken aback at having caught Aspen and Calum kissing—meanwhile Ashton looked like someone had told him a joke so stupid all he could do was laugh at its absurdity. In this moment, that joke was probably the Aspen and Calum.

“What—” Luke spoke up, wide blue eyes flickering between the couple in disbelief. He shook his head before asking, “Are you guys back together?”

Ashton scoffed loudly. “The hell they are.” His hazel eyes narrowed into a glare directed specifically at Aspen, who hardened her expression under his heated stare and straightened her shoulders. “No fucking way Cal’s gonna get involved with someone like her again.”

Calum’s jaw tightened, feeling his chest tighten in anger. “Ashton—”

“Someone like me?” Aspen cut him off, her own tone hard and stinging, jutting her chin in question. She was definitely having a hard time not giving into Ashton’s insults. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Luke looked between his friend and Aspen warily, not oblivious to the tense energy crackling between them “Someone who didn’t give a shit about a person she supposedly cared about,” Ashton spat back, a venomous growl in his tone that had Calum tensing and staring at him with a startled glare, not at all okay with the way he was speaking to or looking at Aspen. “Someone who took the coward’s way out and ran at the first sign of money. A fucking gold digger.”

Calum started, feeling his skin fire up in affronted heat as he took a step forward. “Oi, that’s enough,” he said, an agitated growl in his own voice, making sure to keep it low as to not attract anyone else’s attention. But the music playing throughout the indoor playground was loud and the children laughing and screaming was enough to drown this conversation out.

Worried gaze wandering to Aspen, Calum pressed his lips together as he took in her profile. Her jaw was tight, pink lips pressed together as her green eyes narrowed into a kind of glare even Calum wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of. He knew that look, knew she only got this kind of angry when someone pushed her too far, saw a glare quite similar to that when they were in Luna’s principal’s office talking to Bailey Clarkson. Aspen was shorter than all of them, but the anger radiating off of her was immense.

“You’re right.” Her words surprised Calum, looking at her in mild confusion as Luke watched along with his eyebrows drawn together. Ashton remained with his glare as Aspen spoke in a voice dangerously quiet and taut. “I was a coward for running, for letting every bullshit insecurity talk me into leaving Calum. I was an idiot for listening to his mom. But I am not that person anymore.” Every word she spoke was hard, firm and in a tone that enunciated her anger and the way she was keeping it down to keep this conversation between them. Her heated glare never left Ashton. “I was a dumb twenty year old that was always worried about what other people were saying about her, but I would be fucking damned to stay being that person. Not when I have a daughter who looks up to me.”

Calum stayed silent, watching her with worry and admirance all rolled into one, his eyes never leaving her as she stood up for herself to Ashton. “I know you’re not my biggest fan for what I did to Calum,” Aspen continued, letting out an accepting scoff. “I hurt him, and trust me when I say it’s something I’m gonna regret for the rest of my life.” Calum frowned, throat working as he stopped himself from telling her that that’s not what he wanted. But Aspen needed to get this out, so he stayed silent.

Aspen nodded to herself, taking a breath. “I was a lot of things, Ashton. A coward, an idiot, an insecure girl who made a stupid decision—but one thing I wasn’t, or ever will be, was a fucking gold digger.” She narrowed her eyes at the man in front of her. There was definitely a pang that had ricocheted through her chest when that term escaped Ashton’s mouth, drying her throat as she was suddenly reminded of the very insecurities she was talking about. But Aspen refused to be victim to them any longer. “Yeah, I took the fucking money, but I took it for Luna. Haven’t touched a single penny of it—not that I have to explain myself to you.”

Aspen swallowed, taking a step back with a shake of her head, feeling Calum’s fingers brush her arm before his fingers interlocked with hers. Ashton’s gaze never left hers, though, lips pursed throughout Aspen’s speech. “You fucked up with what you did,” Ashton said, tone even and controlled, the tautness still discernible. “I’m the one who comforted Calum after you left. Who watched him develop the same fucking insecurities that sent you running in the first place.”

Calum’s body tensed, watching as Aspen’s hardened expression melted into one of guilt, green eyed gaze flickering over to him in concerned confirmation. But Calum felt his gut coiling uncomfortably, narrowing his eyes at his friend. He and Aspen were good, they were past, well, the past. Calum didn’t want it being brought up again out of spite. “Ashton—”

The hazel eyed man ignored him, his gaze holding Aspen’s. “You ruined him. For a long time.” The mere thought of that accusation had Aspen’s throat tightening. She was well aware of the effect her leaving him had on her boyfriend; they’d already had so many conversations about it. But hearing it from someone who had to actually watch Calum go through the pain she had a hand in giving had guilt laden tears burning Aspen’s eyes. Her grip on Calum’s hand tightened, a silent apology he instantly accepted.

Ashton shook his head, frowning at her. It didn’t held the same level of hostility every other look he gave her had; it was more distrusting, lips turned downwards in disapproval. “How do you expect me to just accept you in not just Cal’s, but all of our lives? How do any of us know you’re not going to fuck him over again?”

Her answer was instant. Aspen didn’t even need a second to think about it. “Because he’s family.” Her voice was almost soft, laden with honesty and genuinity as the glare she’d been wearing wiped away to be replaced with sincerity. Aspen turned her head to look at Calum, who was staring at her with a look in his warm brown eyes that left her breathless; soft and fond and adoring and everything in between. A look that screamed of exactly what he felt for her, which made her dizzy with the same kind of overwhelming emotion. He was family, and Aspen had no intention of making him feel like anything less than that.

Tearing her gaze from Calum and looking back Ashton, she saw both he and Luke were wearing slightly surprised—maybe even moved, on Luke’s part—expressions as they gazed at them. Aspen swallowed the lump in her throat, reaffirming her tone. “I have no intention of repeating the same mistake twice.” She shrugged half heartedly. “Like it or not, this is my family, Ashton. This time I’d be damned to let it fall apart again. You’re either okay with that or you’re not. Either way, I’m over worrying about what people think.”

Her words were followed by a calm silence, disrupted only by the music and children playing, but Aspen kept her green eyes locked with Ashton’s hazel. Her hand was still in Calum’s larger and warmer one, the touch comforting and relaxing her in the tense situation. She said what she needed to say, standing by her words. Whether or not Ashton was going to accept them was up to him.

He was one of Calum’s best friends. Aspen would be lying if she said a part of her didn’t wish for Ashton to be okay with this, despite their disagreements and Ashton’s obvious distrust of her. For Calum’s sake.

She watched as the muscle in Ashton’s jaw jumped, three pairs of eyes watching him, Luke standing just a step or so behind him yet his blue eyes were on Ashton, waiting for him to say something. Calum schooled his expression to neutrality, not letting go of Aspen’s hand as her words echoed in his mind. Family. They were a family, and while Calum desperately wanted Ashton to be okay with this, for his best friend to accept that he was finally happy after years of being anything but, he also felt a fluttering relief in his chest at the thought of being with Aspen and Luna.

“I still don’t trust you.” Aspen lifted her chin as she felt her throat tighten at Ashton’s words, noticing Luke frown and Calum tense up next to her. Then Ashton sighed, tattooed arms crossing over his chest as he puckered his lips briefly. His eyes flickered to Calum before his shoulders relaxed slightly, letting out a resigned breath as he let his gaze fall back to Aspen. “I’m willing to try. But it won’t be overnight.”

Aspen nodded, chewing her lower lip briefly. “I get that.” Better than nothing.

Ashton raised his eyebrows, hand lifting slightly as he pointed a finger at her, tone warning as he firmly stated, “You hurt him again and I swear I’ll make you regret it.”

“Fuck’s sake, man,” Calum groaned, shoulders dropping in defeat. He was definitely going to have a talk with Ashton over how he spoke to Aspen. But she herself didn’t look too affected by Ashton’s words or tone of voice.

If anything, she looked almost relieved, and Calum watched her and Ashton as the corners of her lips quirked into a slight, subtle smile only he could pick up on. Aspen nodded, gaze never wavering from Ashton’s. “Understood.”

The dirty blonde, curly haired man gave a single nod, letting out a breath as he looked between the three people, all wearing different expressions of relief. Ashton suppressed a snort. “I’m getting another slice of cake,” he declared before, without another word or look, he turned around and walked away.

Luke shook his head, running his fingers through his curls as if the whole situation was stressful for him. Then, with a thumbs up to the couple in front of him, he grinned easily. “Happy for you two. I promised Luna I’d swim in the ball pit with her.”

He was gone too, leaving on Calum and Aspen by themselves. Immediately, Calum spoke up in an uncharacteristic rush, “I’m sorry ’bout how Ashton spoke to you. Trust me, I’m gonna—”

Calum was promptly cut off with Aspen pressing her lips to his, and he couldn’t help but immediately melt into the kiss, arms wrapping around her waist as her hands cupped his cheeks. It was a slow kiss with Aspen sucking on his plump lower lip, causing Calum to tighten his hold on her and release a low growl from the back of his throat at the teasing sensation.

“No more apologies, okay?” Aspen breathed after they pulled away, lips brushing with his as she spoke. Their foreheads were still pressed together, slopes of their noses aligning as she kept her eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “We said all’s been forgiven—we won’t mean that until we stop with the apologies, bubba.”

Keeping his eyes closed as well, Calum reveled in holding Aspen so close, in the taste of her lips and her fruity scent that was engulfing him. Listening to her say all those things to Ashton—it was overwhelming in the best way. They were in this together, and hearing her say that he was family had tightened his throat and made his heart jump. It only intensified when he registered the cute nickname Aspen called him by, something he’d only heard her call him years ago and now only used it on Luna. This was the first time she addressed Calum by it after so long, and it brought a smile to his face and a flutter in his chest.

He pressed a quick kiss to her lips before they pulled back slightly, and Aspen picked up on the teasing glint that suddenly took over his dark eyes. “Right now it’s bubba—this morning it was somethin’ else,” Calum spoke, voice low and raspy as he kept her close.

Aspen’s cheeks heated up as she recalled exactly what he was talking about, and Calum’s lips quirked into a wolfish smirk. “Yeah, no, that was a one time thing,” Aspen laughed with a shake of her head. “I’m not calling you that again.”

Calum’s eyebrows drew together as he pouted at her. “Why not?” he childishly whined.

Aspen’s laughter returned, staring up at him in incredulous amusement as her arms looped over his shoulders and her fingers teased the curls at the back of his head. “I’m not calling you daddy when that’s what our daughter refers to you as. That’s fucking weird, Calum, come on.”

Calum huffed, head tilting back ever so slightly as he looked up at the wall behind Aspen. “Huh,” he thoughtfully sounded. “Kids really do become the biggest cockblock.”

He grinned when Aspen laughed, the sound music to his ears as she pressed her forehead to his chest and he could feel the vibrations of her laughter, emitting chuckles of his own. When her giggles died down, she lifted her head so her glittering green eyes met his dark brown ones. Her smile turned impish, matching the look in her eye as she bit down on her grinning lower lip before she said, “You’re definitely a DILF, though, if it makes you feel any better.”

Calum’s smirk returned, wide and boyish and charming, leaning down to nip at her lower lip. “Yeah?” he rasped, loving the way her fingers tangled in his hair as he moved them so they were against the wall, obstructed from the view of any potential onlookers. “You’re my favorite baby mama.”

Aspen let out a breathy giggle. “I’m your only baby mama.” Then, using her grip in his hair, tilted Calum’s head back to meet his gaze with a narrow eyed one of her own. “At least, I better be.”

Calum kissed the tip of her nose, noticing her smile. “As if there’d be anyone else.”

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aight so I have a lot of (mostly non-positive) thoughts on the new episodes of Doctor Who so lemme rant for a bit because I’ve been wanting to do this for ages.

(if you enjoyed the new episodes and liked the storyline/execution/whatever or you just don’t want to get into The Discourse TM, I wouldn’t recommend reading this post, but do what you want):

This rant is mostly for myself to rant a bit, but also to see if anyone else feels the same way, which, is kind of the point of Tumblr anyway but akshjajsa

this isn’t an attack on Jodie as the Doctor or a “Chibnall ruined Doctor Who!!!!1″ type of post, but a measured critique on the aspects of the premiere of Series 12 that I really didn’t like.

This is only discourse on Spyfall Part 1 and Part 2, as I haven’t watched Orphan 55 yet.

Here we go.

First things first, the things I actually did like:

I actually only watched a few episodes of Series 11, so I’d just like to note I love Team TARDIS with my whole ass heart ahsjahsja they are great companions and have a great dynamic

I liked the concept of the mission they had to deal with it, even if I didn’t like the execution

Sasha Dhawan was EXCELLENT in this. The way his demeanor changes completely when he stops pretending to be O, his portrayal of the Master, everything about him here was great

The plot twist scene was great. The Doctor’s reaction, the Master’s child-like attitude and excitement, Team Tardis being confused af, it was really good from start to finish and Jodie and Sasha’s acting truly made it click.

Jodie was also really excellent here btw. The way she portrayed the Doctor’s feeling of being frozen during the reveal scene perfectly, her finally getting to show off the Doctor’s darkness, her dynamics with the Master, her seeing Gallifrey in shambles, etc. She killed it

Ada Lovelace and Noor Inayat Khan were GREAT additions and I kinda wish they were full-time companions lmao. Also I ship Thirteen and Ada a lot tbh

The whole scene with the back-and-forth between the Doctor’s message and Graham and Graham landing the plane was hilarious. Graham used to be my least favorite new companion but I think he’s one of my faves now

Part 2 was overall much more fun than Part 1, and the characters were more entertaining as well

I mentioned this before when talking about Jodie’s acting, but seeing Thirteen finally go dark is great. I’m excited to see where this is heading towards, and from what I’ve seen, it’s gonna cause Team TARDIS some conflict, which was kind of overdue. I just really hope Chibnall can lower his ego and allow other writers to execute these concepts in ways he can’t throughout the series

I was also left genuinely intrigued by the whole Timeless Child thing and am looking forward to that so. Yeah.

Now, what I didn’t like:

First of all, it’s written by Chibnall himself and he’s the only writer. ‘Nuff said

The episode seems to take a bit too long to introduce the characters once more and show their daily lives before we get to the point or even first see the Doctor. Maybe that’s just me but idk

Like I mentioned, I like the potential of this mission. A CSI-esque episode but make it sci-fi/Doctor Who. My problem lies with the execution. It wasn’t a fun storyline, and after the Master reveal, it just feels like it’s sidelined and simply there as “oh look Doctor, you looked away and the Master started using ANOTHER alien race to get your attention AGAIN”. It didn’t feel fun either, since there was just. So much info-dumping and not enough answers. The problem isn’t that it was unoriginal, it’s that it was uninspired and boring

Not to mention the Kasaavin ended up being sidelined so much that everyone was just ??? kind of confused about them. Also I’ve seen some people say they are literally just the Cybermen 2.0 and I kind of agree

I got the vibe that “O” and Yaz were flirting and just. Ew. I do not fuck with that

Part 1 in general just felt completely boring and the storyline was so generic you could replace the conflict with literally anything else and keep the twist and it wouldn’t change a thing lol

Also, as happy as I am that we have a POC incarnation of the Master, I’m...conflicted. I am going to miss Missy a whole lot, and the Master going back to being a man is...kind of boring, but that’s not my issue. I understand that, after what happened with her, Missy might’ve given up on redemption and decided to go back to her old Master-y ways, specially with the whole Timeless Child thing, that was so traumatizing the Master felt obligated to destroy Gallifrey, BUT it feels like it just inutilizes Missy’s entire character arc during Capaldi’s run and introduces a new plot element just to make the Master go back to their old villanous ways. It’s sorta cheap

Speaking of cheap plot elements just introduced to retconn things Moffat did, we’ll get back to Gallifrey later

The scene with the Master telling the Doctor to kneel made me uncomfortable. Having Thirteen be the first female Doctor (and arguably the gayest Doctor at that) and then have the Master, her antagonist, be a man...meh. But then have him tell her to kneel and to essentially humiliate her by telling her to call him “Master”, that had my stomach a bit uneasy. Like, yeah, Simm!Doctor did much worse to Tenth, but the implications are much, much, different in this context. Idk, I personally was left uncomfortable by that scene

The Doctor turning the Master over to the N*zi officers was so, so fcking shitty like. I’m not mad at the Doctor, I’m mad at Chibnall for putting that in the fcking script. WHY DID HE THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA?????

The Doctor wiping Ada and Noor’s memories just felt so...unnecesary. Like, the Doctor has interacted with historical figures in the past and kept their memories intact (Agatha Christie comes to mind as an exception, though that was accidental). And besides, what for? Ada and Noor having memory of what happened interfered with nothing (I might be wrong on this as I kind of erased anything the Doctor said in that scene from my mind involuntarily lmfao but even so, I can’t come up with any good excuses that could be used there anyways, but if I am missing something notify me in the notes) and they don’t seem like the type to tattle about it or smth

Ah, and now we get to Gallifrey, or what I like to call, both the best and the worst example of what a retconn is. Listen, it doesn’t matter whether you liked Moffat and/or his decision to bring back Gallifrey, but you have to agree this is ridiculous. Chibnall didn’t want to have to deal with what Moffat left him with (a restored Gallifrey and the implications of that) so he had The Master just destroy Gallifrey by himself and discarded it like a chess piece, like. Am I the only one legit dumbfounded by this???? First of all, it took the Daleks an entire war to attempt to destroy Gallifrey, and they actually failed in the end, and yet the Master destroys it by himself, no stress. I legit don’t get it. Listen, I have mixed thoughts on Moffat’s decision to do so and I hate Hell Bent as much as the next person, but this is Chibnall discarding yet ANOTHER arc. That’s two arcs in one premiere. Wow. It legit sealed the deal for me that this premiere was a hot mess.

That’s it (that’s it, she says, after writing a whole essay). Again, this is not an attack on Chibnall’s Doctor Who, Jodie as the Doctor or me telling you how to feel about this episode. My opinion seems like an unpopular one from what I’ve seen but I stand by it lol.

As a closing statement, fingers crossed that Chibnall lets other people write too this series lmfao.

(This is my first indepth critique of anything here so, hum, if you disagree, please be kind akhjahsjahs I doubt this will get much notes anyways but)

#doctor who discourse #I guess?#you could call it that but #I generally dislike using the word discourse #feels like a dirty word lmfao #anti chibnall #lightly anti hell bent as well #spyfall critique #spyfall review #kinda??#doctor who

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By The Books Part 1- Meeting the Professors

Warnings: Mentions of actual murders and psychopaths as well as what they did(this includes rape, torture, murder)[It’s brief but I wanna be safe.], The setting is after the show ends (in my head they’re fine... well some of them.], Major character death is described, cursing, Professor! Dean Winchester, Professor! Sam Winchester, Promise that it gets better though!

Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader x Professor!Sam (EVENTUALLY)

Characters: Claire, Dean, Sam, Reader, Jack is mentioned, Mary is also mentioned.

A/N: This part is long... I know, but trust me when I say we are setting up a monster fic so please take the time to read all of it.... LOVE Y’ALLL!!! Also.... sorry in advanced... also thank you for brainstorming with me @anathewierdo and @emoryhemsworth

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“I can’t believe it took me four years to be able to take these classes,” I said to my friend, Claire as we filed into the giant lecture hall. “You’d think that topics as niche as ‘religious deities and ritual practices’ and ‘the psychology of murder and criminology’ would be a bit more available’.

“Well you know, the professors are in demand. They each have been studying their practices for years, just started teaching though,” said Claire, absentmindedly as she claimed the seats in the front row and center of the hall.

“Okay...how do you know all of that?” I asked.

“I grew up with them…. my mom worked with them on some cases… she’s a sheriff. They’re pretty cool people. Came over for dinner a few times… they were present for some… awkward conversations.” Shuddered Claire.

“Do I even wanna know”

“Hell no”

“Fair enough,” I said as a tall man in a suit came in. He had long brown hair and eyes that could stop anyone in their tracks. He was also incredibly tall and had a body chiseled from marble. Immediately he set his suitcase down and started speaking, “Hello class, wow, big crowd. Hi, my name's Samuel Winchester, please for the love of everything call me Professor or Professor Winchester.”

There was immediate buzzing around the room, everything from women humming in approval and men scoffing at the Adonis in front of them.

When he turned around my head snapped to Claire and she smiled at me… that shit eating grin that spilled that she knew he had an effect on me.

“Something wrong, Y/N?” Asked Claire with a toothy grin…

When I went to shush her the professor spoke up, “Claire… do you have something to share?”

“Oh, I have a few things to share” Claire nudged me and my eyes went wide. I’d known Claire since we both enrolled in the same year, both with an odd interest in the supernatural, she became my go-to for everything weird and out of the norm. She always praised me for my prowess in religious studies, I also knew a lot about different abnormal psychology, which is my major. This is also why she didn’t leave me alone until we took these classes together. Finally, with one semester left to go, I was finally able to take the course, purposely leaving some elective credits for this.

“Go for it, since you’re so eager to share that I can’t even get through the ground rules for this class.”

“Well first off, hi, I’m Claire, criminal justice major, just like mom intended but you know this…. I’m excited to see whatcha got Sam… teach me somethin’” she bounced as my face turned white next to her.

“The first lesson for you, Claire…” the professor pointed to himself, “Professor Winchester… not Sam. Okay? That one was free… don’t make me call Jody.”

Claire huffed as she crossed her arms, then I heard his deep voice address me, “You okay there? You look a little pale.”

Why is my mouth not working, his gaze is so intense yet.. gentle? How can a literal giant look so soft and patient…

“Now is the point in the interaction where you talk” chuckled Claire. The rest of the class chuckled as the professor shot a glare towards her.

“She’s just trying to cover the fact that she isn’t getting any special favors and that she’s on thin ice. Mere minutes away from having her mom roll up here in a police car gunning for her ass, actually… don’t worry… you okay?” He turned his attention back to me.

“Y-yes sir,” I replied.

“Professor works just fine,” responded the professor as he turned his back once more.

He wrote the word ‘rules’ on the board.

His voice boomed as he addressed the lecture hall, “first things first some ground rules. I am going to be teaching real religious deities and practices. This means actual runes and witchcraft, which also means that under no circumstances are you to practice these, unless they are a part of your religious beliefs, of course. This means… absolutely no cursing, hexing, summoning, or rune writing in this or any classroom!”

Claire smirked, which the professor caught and didn’t let slide, “and under no circumstances is there any potion or relic making in any way, shape or form… Claire, I’m looking at you…”

Claire rolled her eyes as the class got underway.

After discussing the syllabus and course materials he began the lecture with a simple question, “Who can tell me the major differences in between Wicca and Witchcraft?”

I raised my hand and he picked me.

“That’s a trick question”

“Oh is it, explain.”

“Wicca is also known as Pagan Witchcraft. In Wicca they have no central deity, instead worshipping and giving thanks to the elements and personifications of these elements. Sometimes through prayer, other times through rituals that call upon the personifications of these elements. This is where the classical form of witchcraft comes from. There are light and dark witches, each specializing in their own forms of worship, although dark witches are known to hex and curse others, where as white witches can be seen as healers. Some who practice Wicca don’t even dabble in classical witchcraft at all…”

The professor’s jaw was wide open as I finished my explanation, “therefore...what you asked is a trick question.”

The professor smiled as he said, “I’ve been teaching this class for two years now and no one has gotten that question correct on the first try...except for you...bravo…” he then turned to the rest of the class, “for the rest of you who aren’t walking encyclopedias on Wicca and Witchcraft, read pages 13 to 45 for next class… although you, young lady may just wanna read it for fun” he said with a wink.. “alright...class dismissed, see? Who knew witchcraft isn’t that scary after all? See you on Thursday guys.”

Claire grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the podium, the closer I got to him the larger his frame became.

Finally, we were right in front of him, Claire practically bulldozing all of the other students that crowded the podium…

“Since the class is over, can I call you Sam now, Professor.” Over annunciated Claire.

“Depends on who we’re in front of, and how did it take you two years to get into my class, Claire? .” He said as he closed his briefcase, when he looked up he said, “ahhh my star pupil, knowing that much on the first day, I’m impressed.”

“This is my friend, Y/N Y/L/N… remember I came home raving about her when we first met?”

“Oh yeah… Claire said you had some major knowledge but I wasn’t expecting you to blow everyone out of the water on the first day…good job.”

“Thank you, “ I said shyly.

He looked at his watch and then said: “shoot I’m meeting someone to go over lesson plans, umm it was nice meeting you and Claire don’t get her in trouble.”

As soon as Claire was a few feet away, his hand brushed my arm and he said, “seriously, great work today. Just so you know…” he leaned in closer, “now that I know how smart you are, I’m going to be expecting much, much more out of you...no pressure” he chuckled. The next thing I knew he was out the door.

By the time I met Claire outside I was completely confused. Claire just looked at me as I said, “He is seriously gorgeous.”

“Eww, dude, he’s like my older brother, practically an uncle! Please don’t give me that mental image.” She smiled as she nudged me.

“You knew he would do that to me, didn’t you?” I asked, almost amused.

“Maybe…”

I gave her the stink eye.

“Okay, I did know… What with the way you react to Channing Tatum and Thor, of course I’m not gonna tell you that Sam’s your type… knowing you…. You would’ve run for the hills and you would’ve never gotten to know him!” Said Claire.

“He’s a Professor, Claire… Not a Tinder date…” I scoffed, “Being with him in any way would be unethical.”

“Oh please, I know you... I’ve known you for four years, which means that I know that for Sam, you’d break any law in any and every country if he asked you to. Hell, you even called the man ‘sir’. Who does that?” Snickered Claire.

“Shut up, Claire. It just slipped out. He’s intimidating, he’s the literal size of a skyscraper ” I defended.

“If you think that he’s intimidating, then you’re gonna love the next Professor, come on, class starts in 15!” Said Claire as she walked me down the long corridor of the building.

I stopped mid-stride “Wait here it is, room, 132.” As soon as we walked into the hall it looked like a Halloween store, with different photos and mannequins of horror movie characters.

As we filed into the hall, Claire, once again, immediately pulled me to the front and center of the lecture hall. Not too long after that a man walked in and sat next to me. He had piercing green eyes and a jaw that could cut glass, absolutely stunning. He was also dressed up, my guess was that he is just a curious business student since he had a lollipop and looked as casual as his getup allowed.

I heard constant chatter about the professor, everything from him being a jackass to him being incredibly good looking and flirtatious.

As soon as the lecture hall filled up and it was time for class the man that was sitting next to me nudged me and said, “well, looks like it’s showtime,” and got up.

My jaw dropped as he stood and jumped onto the raised lecture area.

“Murder… It’s messy, most times…” The man said as he opened up a briefcase, already on the podium, he handed papers to the first student he saw. Some students chuckled at his shocking yet honest opening words.

“You are here to learn not just about why people kill, but how, how could this person kill another human being? What were they thinking, if they were thinking at all? What’s their motive, What made them tick….How they kill the way they kill, and who was the person that they killed if that had anything to do with it. You are also going to learn some ties in between these guys,” he pointed to the more prominent horror movie character mannequin,” and the real thing.” He continued.

“My name is Dean Winchester and I am a professor in Abnormal Psychology, specializing in psychological profiling of killers who were dumb enough to get caught.”

He looked around the class as he stated, “This is going to get gruesome if the name of the course didn’t give it away already. You will see dismembered bodies, you will see blood, you will see the worst of humanity in this class… So if you’re squeamish… this isn’t the class for you. You can get up and leave, no one will judge you.”

Immediately 10 to 20 students got up and left, “The remainder of you… you are one of two types of people. You are either a murderer who’s looking to brush up on technique or you’re morbidly curious. That’s the only way you’d be crazy enough to take a class that isn’t even required for a criminal justice major.”

“Now, before I get the influx of questions, yes Professor Sam Winchester is my brother, we are not twins, I am four years older than him, we don’t discuss student’s grades but we do discuss students which means all of the rules for his classroom apply to mine.”

The professor’s face turned hard as steel, “ No potions, no hexing, cursing, rune making, or summoning. If you try, we will trace it back to you, and we will not only report you but reverse it onto you with no way of removing it… I’ve already had many students try to make a voodoo doll, love potions, persuasion spells, the whole nine so don’t think we haven’t seen it and that we won’t do anything about it.”

He then turned to face the board as he said, “don’t believe us, you’re more than welcome to try and find out. Every single shaman, healer, spellcaster, witch, all of them have their special signatures… we will find yours and you will not like what comes next.”

He started writing, “You can all read the syllabus on your own time, since you’re all college students, I assume you can read. If you give me 100% off your efforts, your grades will reflect that.. if you give me shitty work…. you’ll get a shitty grade, simple enough.”

“But we are starting… now.” He turned around to reveal that he wrote ‘serial killers’ on the board…

“Claire, about damn time you’re in my class. Tell me, what do you know about Ted Bundy?” He said as he crossed his arms and leaned on the podium, casually licking and sucking on the lollipop as he waited for an answer.

Claire looked at him and said, “well he’s a serial killer…”

Dean’s eyes narrowed as he said, “well, no shit Sherlock, what else, Claire….give me something!” Said Dean as he motioned in the air… “Anything…”

“Ummm he only killed women…”

He huffed and nodded as he said “Yes but what else, can anyone tell me what else he did? Anything about him?”

I raised my hand and the professor licked his lips and called on me, “C’mon give me something good..”

I started, “Ted Bundy, your classic deranged serial killer. He was active in the 1970’s and admitted to killing 30 women, although his kill count is expected to be much higher. He was most known for kidnapping, raping, and killing women, then dismembering the bodies, he was executed in 1989.”

His eyebrows shot up as he said, “tell me, did he take any souvenirs of his kills?”

“Yes, the heads of the women.”

“THANK YOU!!!” He exclaimed, “You must be Y/N… Heard nothing but good things from Claire and Sammy, I only expect the best out of you… So let’s get a little more challenging here… Tell me, Y/N… What’s the difference in between Ted Bundy and John Wayne Gacy?”

I replied simply, “John Wayne Gacy, nicknamed ‘the killer clown’ because his day job was being a clown at parties. Active in the 80′s. His victims were teenage boys and young men. His confirmed kill count is 33. He was also known for torturing as well as sexually assaulting and murdering the victims.”

“Very good Y/N… Something tells me you'll be teaching me a few things too.” Dean replied as he licked his lips and looked at me up and down.

After a lengthy class on different serial killers, he assigned us homework and dismissed the class, everyone practically ran out except for Claire and me, as she insisted on personally introducing me to him.

When I turned around to get my bag, I felt someone behind me. Then I heard the professor’s voice loud and clear directly behind me.”

“Hey, Claire… I remember you telling me about Y/N being smart and all, but you didn’t tell me that she had brains and beauty too.” He said, immediately making me blush.

When I turned around he was practically chest to chest with me. Noticing the awkward distance he stepped back a bit.

“Really Dean? You just met her and you’re already hitting on her?” Claire quipped, “it was bad enough that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her the entire class.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Claire.” Refuted the professor. He then turned his attention towards me, “I just wanted a proper introduction. Hello, My name’s Dean Winchester, it’s a pleasure to meet you and I can’t wait to have you in my class.” He extended his hand as I stood there, dumbfounded.

Claire nudged me and I accepted the handshake saying, “hello, and I can’t wait to get to have your class. This is really interesting stuff.”

Dean smiled, “The human mind is interesting… especially when a few screws are loose… but something tells me you already know that. Judging by the rockstar performance you put on today. I’m assuming that much of my course material as well as Sammy’s is going to be child’s play for you… So I want to offer you an opportunity.”

“Sure!” I exclaimed.

He smiled as he continued, “I know you’re graduating in a semester, and since you’re interested in this… I need a research assistant. I’m working on a book, something that the college is making me do. But I need people like you to help me research some things, it’s a paid position and I don’t mind counting it as an independent study. You’re an abnormal psychology major so I was hoping you’d be interested.”

“I am more than interested.” I immediately replied.

“Great. Then meet me in my office at 3 pm. I’ll have the W-9 paperwork and all of that drawn up by then. I look forward to working with you.”

Claire interrupted with, “hey…. why didn’t you offer me that?”

He just stared at her and said, “really? Claire no offense but you are nowhere near qualified for this.”

“What? I’m qualified!”

“Oh really, where do you get your information from? What website?”

“Wikipedia”

“Exactly… I rest my case…now I need to go and meet my brother for lunch… rub it in his face about how I got the notorious Ms. Y/L/N as my research assistant. I’ll see you both next class.”

DEANS POV:

Room 412: Professor Samuel Winchester.

I scoffed at the nameplate and just opened the door. Sam looked at me almost insulted…

“Dude… knock much?” He commented as he went back to grading papers or whatever he was doing.

“Oh please Sammy, it’s bad enough that we had to retire, now you’re complaining about manners too?”

“Listen Dean… I know this is hard for you.” Said Sam.

“Hard?” I commented. “This… this isn’t hard.. pretending I can do very well Sam. Burying Jack and mom… now that was hard. What’s impossible which somehow you are executing perfectly is acting like neither of them ever existed.”

“Dean, we had to move on and we agreed..”

“I know… we agreed that retirement is the only option. The only way we can save the people that we love.. I know..”

Sam looked at me, with pain in his eyes, “you still having those dreams?”

I looked at him, “every single night. Mom throws herself on a bed of wood and waits for Jack to light it. Jack lights it and then walks into the flames with her… I can’t move… can’t do anything, Sammy.” I huffed as I loosened my tie and collapsed into the chair next to his desk motioning in the air.

“Maybe you should go to see somebody, Dean.” He replied gently.

“Like who? A shrink?” I laughed, “ I will be in the nearest asylum instantaneously, Sammy. How do I explain half of the shit we’ve been through? ‘Well, it all started when a demon nailed my mother to the ceiling and burned her from the inside out in my childhood home when I was 4’.... can’t imagine that going too well.”

“No… but you can talk to me.” He said as he put his pen down and looked at me, “So, listen Dean, I …”

“Not here… and not now, Sammy.” I interrupted, “The only person I’m seeing is the lunch lady for a double bacon cheeseburger with fries… now are you coming with me or are you going to stay up here doing this?” I asked.

“Ok Dean… let’s eat.”

When we got onto the elevator I struck up a new conversation, “so… Y/N Y/L/N…. she’s something else, right?”

“Yeah, she’s crazy smart.”

“One would think she’s a hunter,” I said absentmindedly.

“No way… no scars, not one scrap of flannel on her.”

“Y’know not every hunter wears flannel, Sammy. But you’re right… she isn’t battle hardened. Shame… she’d be one hell of a hunter…” I flashed a smirk and shrugged at Sam.

“Dean…” Sam warned.

“I know I know… keep a low profile… only kill the monsters that come looking for us.”

“And?”

I huffed, “and never bring someone else into the life… I know Sammy.”

When we got off of the elevator Sam said, “I’m actually thinking of asking her to be my research assistant.”

“Too late” I replied.

“You didn’t.” Said Sam as he stopped me.

“What? Try and find someone willing to look at gruesome crime scene photos all day and actually like it… I dare you…” I said as I continued walking, “by the way most people think that your field is mostly lore based… remember, and who doesn’t like to read fiction all day? I’m sure you’ll find someone.”

“Not someone like her…” Said Sam.

“Why do you think I asked first? You snooze you lose Sammy Boy.” I said as I play punched him on the shoulder.

“Oh please dean, you only hired her because she’s hot.”

“You know I’m almost insulted that you’d think that… she’s a student, Sammy”

“But she won’t be in three months… I know how you think Dean. She’s truly intelligent… she has a future… one that doesn’t involve your bed.”

“Listen the fact that she’s hot is beside the point, Sammy. She has the brains and the ability to digest information that others would go crazy doing. She’s perfect for the job.”

“Well, she’s perfect for my job too…”

“Sammy, this is a student, not a competition… by the way, I already won…”

“Did she sign the papers?”

My eyes went wide.

“Exactly”

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