#who is dating cas who is their dad but ALSO their uncle on the other side of the family tree

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey cas. I am pretty much helpless on this.

how can I tell my friend I want to kiss her? Should I even?

I am a girl btw and so is she for clarification

I have known her for almost 2 years and she is one of my closest friends.

She is bi and came out to me about a year ago. she only came out to her mom and very few other close friends me included.

I am pretty sure I am also bi or biromantic and known for a while. I didn’t come out to anyone wet but her. She is the only person I trust with that. I know my mom will be supportive and my dad… would deal with it well enough. My family is nither very religious or homophobic with the kost one being my uncle (not by blood) and my cousins a bit.

I don’t live in the us or Britan or somewhere as progressive. I live in a pretty religious country where homophobia is frowned upon, but acceptable.

she is beautiful, funny and a total sweetheart. a few days ago we met up. I asked her how does a crush feel for her. Not as a romantic advance but as I question my sexuality I wanted to know how it feels for other and am I strange that way. She said how when she had a crush on someone she will want to spend as much time as possible with them, will never get tired with them, and How she will noticed the littlest things about them and see the most beauty in them.

she then mentioned how someone with a crush on me would notice how my eyes are the same hazel brown shade as my hair in the sun or think alot about my ” beautiful” curly hair.

she somehow somewhere mentioned that she likes someone, when I asked she wouldn’t tell me . Later I asked her who wouldn’t she tell me if she had a crush on, “Obviously you wouldn’t tell me of you had a crush on me but who else” i said stupidly. I promise I wasn’t trying to imply she had a crush on me, just listed people off and i guess kinda projecting how I wouldn’t tell her how I have been thinking about her and her lips more then I think I should. She said if someone was close to me she wouldn’t tell me but i said if she does she should tell me to set them up.

we talked about coming out stories and she told me how sick she was of people assuming she liked them when she came out to them. I am scared I am doing the same.

I told her of our friend whi while they were fighting told me she had a crush on her. she said how she couldn’t like her aa more then she is always busy smd want someone more spontaneous and she could have mental relationship more like ours

mind you all conversations were NOT in English but I translated to the best of my abilities.

I am not even sure if I know what a real Crush feels like, I never before really allowed myself to be romanticly interested in girls as well as boys but joinig good queer communities (shoutout to the mauraders) showed me there are atlist some people willing to accept me even before being able to really label myself. I came to this pretty late , probably from some internalized homophobia I am recovering from. I think I am Bi and demi but am not completely sure with any strong labels.

She is warm and kind and very amazing. I don’t see myself dating anyone soon (but maybe her) so I do all my date ideas with her and we have fun. I took her to my favorite picnic spot afew weeks ago and she looked so beautiful under the sun while throwing cookies at me and singing song because noone could hear us.

we always joke about kissing and go so close and she doesn’t know hiw much I want to close that gap btween us, how much I want to kiss her and hold her close.

I am sceared as fuck to ruin our friendship. She is one of my closest friends and I will see her every day for at least the next 3 years no matter what. I am scared she will think I just want to experiment with her and even more afraid that it’s right and I am just kidding myself.

I am also not so ready to come out but don’t want to put her in an awkward situation if we get together and I won’t be ready to tell people. I know that would kill me to that to her. I don’t think I deserve her to like me when I can’t give her all she deserves.

I don’t want to lose her. I know I love her at least platonically and I don’t want to ruin anything.

I am so so so sorry for venting and making you read all of this I just don’t know what to do.

Should I tell her? How should I tell her? What do I do? Am I a horrible person for thinking all of this? Do I do nothing? Help

thanks anyways <3 anonymous

Hi hon!

I don't think you're wrong for thinking she likes you. I think she's definitely flirted a little bit. Of course, that might not mean anything, but...

As far as not being ready to come out, that's valid. And I don't think that should be a reason not to tell her. HOWEVER I think if something was to happen, you should be honest with her about that. You know, be upfront about your intentions going in.

I guess, from what you're telling me, there's a chance she likes you. So my question is- what if she doesn't? Is she ACTUALLY the type of person who would allow things to get awkward and weird, or do you think she would understand and try to move past it? Because from what you said, she's a nice person. I know if someone told me they liked me, I'd be like, "Awww, that's so sweet! I don't feel the same way and I don't want things to change with us, but I'm honored you feel that way!" Would she be like that?

If you think she would be chill about it even if she doesn't like you, I think you should say something. But if you think it could get awkward, maybe wait it out and see if she gives clearer signs? But you definitely DESERVE love. Everyone does.

I'm naming you anonymous anon if you want to write back!

[obsessionnostalgia]

Claire Novak fic recs: yeah, I was trying to reblog something every time I found a new one but its too disorganized so now it lives here. You have a Claire Novak rec? i want to read it.

Where the Heart Is by goldenraeofsun

Features a time-traveling Claire hanging out with Sam and Dean circa season 7. There's angst. There's Claire hooking up with a diner waitress. There's Claire having self-worth issues. There's Claire making fun of Dean to his face. All the good stuff.

Like a Duck, He Fits the Bill by golbygloom

Claire Novak and her budding attachment to the guy who isn't her dad but wears his face. The angst of having to get out of your own way to make connections with others.

Let Me Come Home by prosopopeya

Deancas-centric but Claire Novak is a POV character, struggling in foster care and the uncertainty of whether her uncle (Cas) will get his shit together in order to take her in. The Claire and Dean parallels are strong.

Rec from kerryweaverlesbian:

no such thing as a unique experience by @astralpenguin

A 15 year old Claire meets the (now older) little girl who was possessed by Lilith for a long time. Neither of them realise this element of connection for quite some time. Tons of empathy and understanding. These two feel so much like complex teenage girls, and also the dramatic irony is incredibly fun. One of the best fics I've read all year

Rec from carhengeapocalypse:

Another rhinestoneangels (@pinknatural ) fic fatherisms

Claire is a baby when Jimmy agreed to be Castiel's vessel and Dean steps in to help take care of her. The timeline jumps around and the story is told in snippets and it's very good

as if death itself was undone by microcomets

Claire confronts a human Castiel in a grocery store.

Claire heaves a deep, bone-weary sigh. “Here I am, consoling an ex-angel using my dead father as a meat-puppet on his self-esteem issues. I should write a book or something.”

everlasting by entropic_saudade

Claire wants to have a permanent mark of her and Kaia’s love. In order to do the stabbing safely, she helps Dean bring Cas back from the Empty so he can heal her.

gifts given & words unspoken by rhinestoneangels

Short: Dean and Claire make cookies after Castiel brings her back to the bunker, injured. Some implications at this point, Claire is more family to Dean than Mary. Set in season 12.

coming out by dicklessthewonderclown

Short, Dean POV conversation on a drive with Claire where she comes out as wanting to date Kaia and also admits (by accident) that Dean is a kind of sort of maybe father figure to her.

A Christmas Miracle (for someone else) by bitterred

Set post-canon, mirroring all the "Cas is dead and Dean is depressed" fics, Claire Novak finds a cat during the holiday season.

i'm sorry i'm the one you love (no one will ever love me like you again) by monsterfatigue

Kind of weird that Claire decided she was in love with Kaia even though they had barely known each other. After Kaia comes back from the Bad Place, nothing is simple. Claire isn't sure why she thought it would be.

This Is A Love That Lasts Forever by HeddersTheOwl

Another fic where Claire being friendly with the angel that wears her dad's face is complicated.

"You look too much like him. It's not fair. You're not him." 

meteor site (our hearts collision) by sobsicles

Claire has religious trauma laced with homophobia. Kaia doesn't want to be anyone's nightmare.

the way a dad should by fleeceframe

Dean and Claire are driving back to Jody's when Claire needs to stop because her period has started. (Side note: i was SURE that part of the reasoning for carrying tampons/pads in the impala was going to be partially related to the fact that they're sometimes good for wound care, in that the products are designed not to grow bacteria.)

i don’t know nothing (and that’s fine) by halfwheeze

Claire Novak meets Magda Peterson, the psychic girl from 12.4 American Nightmare, and likes her so much it makes Claire look stupid. Look at that, they have matching religious trauma: "When Castiel-" she pauses, remembering that his name isn't carved into the internal dialogue of every girl with religious trauma from here to Texas, "the Winchesters' angel, I don't know if he was with them when they got you- when he came to Earth, he needed a vessel. A human strong enough to hold an angel, with strong enough faith to allow them in and allow them to stay." That's what the Winchester Gospels said about them anyway. Castiel just said that they needed to believe. They were special. Believers. Bullshit. "When Castiel came to Earth, he took my father. And then, when my father told him he couldn't stay anymore, Castiel approached me. Being a vessel, it's passed down in the family line. The blood. The body. All they need is the body. And I was a kid. He might as well have been God. So I said yes. And my father took him back. If you think about it, it's my fault that my dad is dead."

Bartenders Love Me by clusterjam

Claire Novak doing her Dean-coded thing: hustling in a bar, flirting with the bartender, and oh yeah: angst about whether her dad would approve of her.

Subject: Dean Winchester Is Dead by angelszn

There aren't enough fics about Claire finding out Dean (or Cas) are dead. Dean Winchester is dead. Dean Winchester is dead, and Claire got the news in an email of all things. As if the gravity can be contained in the tiny black letters on the screen. It didn’t even seem possible. 

patricide of the lowest order by angelszn

This one's dark (Major Character Death tagged) -- Castiel killed Claire's father, after all, and what is Supernatural but a series of revenge plots?

two steps on the water by orpheuscas

Claire in the aftermath of being cured of werewolfism. Heavy dose of "Dean is basically Claire's dad now" included.

she'll say she got the map from me by 13zepptraxx

Hey you know that episode where Dean goes back in time and hangs out with his mom? He tells her, "No matter what you hear, or what you see. Promise me you won’t get out of bed." but then an angel wipes her memory? What if Claire went back in time after Dean died because she was sick with grief and basically did the same thing?

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

A is for Assbutt

A is for Assbutt https://ift.tt/e65B2JV by Redamber79 Dean has been a teacher for five years, and a dad for three. Well, he'd been a dad for six years, but Lydia failed to share that information. When she died in a car accident, he got custody of Emma, who became his entire life in an instant. Charlie and Stevie tell Dean he needs to date, but as a single dad, he can't just pick up anyone. Emma comes first. A chance meeting with another single dad at pickup, the father of Emma's friend Jack, has possibilities suddenly occurring to Dean. Cas has sole custody of Jack, and is also the legal guardian of his neice, Claire. Can Dean and Cas make it work? Words: 4357, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Embarrassing Things Kids Say Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Jack Kline, Claire Novak, Charlie Bradbury, Stevie (Supernatural: The Rupture), Missouri Moseley, Cain (Supernatural), Minor Characters Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Apocalypseverse Charlie Bradbury/Stevie (Supernatural: The Rupture) Additional Tags: POV Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Single Parent Dean Winchester, Teacher Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is the Parent of Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Castiel is Claire Novak's Uncle, Writer Castiel (Supernatural), Poet Castiel (Supernatural), Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Bullying, Protective Dean Winchester, Hurt Emma Winchester, Concussions, Hospitals, Vomiting, Good Parent Dean Winchester, Cute Kids, Fluff and Humor, Texting, Flirting, Attraction, Crush at First Sight, Erotic Poetry, Phone Sex, Family Dinners, Getting Together, Dean Winchester Has Allergies, First Kiss, First Time, Fluff and Smut, One Big Happy Family, Work In Progress, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/TdsN5gJ February 10, 2024 at 10:17PM

[fletchervanhall]

Lessons & Reflections | Solo Para

Featuring: Fletcher Van Hall w/ mentions of Aera Jin & Drew Van Hall (and crew members of The Ink Tank Location: The Ink Tank; San Francisco, CA Notes/Triggers: Brief mention/allusion to miscarriage

Fletcher sat in his office at The Ink Tank, double-checking the month's inventory order submitted by one of his receptionists, Tanya. It was their routine to handle the shop's inventory together with her doing the initial form and Fletcher verifying and submitting it. He'd only had one more appointment that day--a nipple piercing--and then his appointments were done for the day. After that, he would make a trip to the gym for just half an hour and then go home to shower and make dinner for Drew, Aera and himself.

Since learning of Aera's pregnancy, Fletcher made small adjustments. The first being that he'd moved the mini fridge out of his office and upstairs at his and his uncle's home to his bedroom. He carried out the appointments he'd already had booked prior to going to Hawaii, but made the conscious effort to lighten his load in case he needed to cancel or reschedule in the event of an emergency. It also ended up being more of a growth opportunity for the shop's other receptionist, Preston, who was also apprenticing as an artist.

Fletcher also moved his pet chinchilla, Dumbo to his office permanently, rather than having him stay only part time at the shop. While Fletcher considered himself diligent with keeping Dumbo's cage clean, he didn't know what sort of smells Aera would be sensitive to and decided not to exacerbate her feeling ill further. The decision also came from him trying to do some reading online, and then ultimately ordering a couple of books for him to read when he had down time in his office.

The books, along with private conversations he'd had with his uncle had been helping him greatly, even though he was trying to keep Aera's words in mind of not getting his hopes up. It was a tougher thing to agree to, the more time went on. He knew she had been through this before and doubted that it made it any easier for her to experience. But all of this was new for him. Not only was the prospect of fatherhood new for him, but going day in and day out with the forewarning that fatherhood wasn't likely to actually happen had been a foreign pill to swallow.

He'd spent a great deal of time thinking about this, and talking about it with no one other than his uncle and to a far lesser extent, to Aera. He didn't need to worry or stress her out when she was already having a difficult enough time with the pregnancy as it was. She was the one who had been through this, experienced the loss and carried on somehow. She was the one enduring all of the nausea, vomiting, fatigue, food aversion, weight loss and so-on, on top of the fear of a recurring loss. His uncertainty on how to feel and how best to approach wasn't her burden to bear.

Fletcher wasn't great at writing. He knew it and his uncle knew it but it didn't stop the older man from suggesting that he write his thoughts down--journal them privately, and be completely candid. So after confirming the inventory, submitting the order for the shop and filing it away, he went into one of his locked desk drawers and pulled out a small, thin notebook. Some of the used pages in it were slightly crinkled and would curl upon opening from his heavy-handed past writings, but he flipped to a blank page, scribbled the date in the corner like always, and began writing.

"It feels selfish as fuck but I wanna have this baby with Aera. I love her. It scares the shit out of me to think about us losing the bug. Which is nuts considering fatherhood wasn't even on my mind until I saw that pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. It's not that I don't want to be a dad (I know, I'm repeating myself now because I've said this before in this thing) but Jesus I'm 40 now. I had old parents and I don't want to be anything like them, unable to really be there for my kid because I'm too worn down or too tired or I think they're too much just because they're young and I start trying to force them to be old as shit instead of what they are. A goddamn kid. It's bullshit. It made for a bullshit childhood and I wouldn't want that for any kid of mine. So I'd hope like hell I'd never be that way towards any kid of mine.

I just didn't think being a parent would ever happen because it hadn't yet. But there's a real chance now and to have that taken away from the both of us? It'd be the sickest, most twisted kind of shit. I know it matters more that Aera's ok. I really do know that. But I feel like losing this baby would wreck us both. And fuck if she wouldn't be the best mom. She's kind, caring, so damn talented and I know she'd spoil the shit out of our kid without letting them grow up to be a brat.

I love her and I don't say 'I love you' to many people. But I love her. There's not much I wouldn't do for her and if I could, I'd guarantee her that our baby, our bug's gonna make it. But I can't and that pisses me off that I can't do that. I can't do anything to guarantee that for her or me. I'm trying with everything I've got though to be there as much as I can for both of them. And when I know she's really asleep, I talk a little to the bug. It's nothing deep or anything. I just let em know that we're here, we love them and we want to meet them someday. That's it. I think saying a little helps me not sound too much into it like Aera suggested. But I know deep down that it's too late for that. For me anyway.

Fuck."

Fletcher closed the notebook with a snap and tossed it back into the drawer with a sigh. He had no idea what the wait was like. He tried not to have all of his Aera's conversations be around the pregnancy and their baby, and he'd asked his uncle to do the same while the two were home together. But even with the books and journaling and talking, there was still more for him to learn that only time could teach him.

After locking the drawer back up and getting his desk in order, Fletcher got up from the office to go out into the shop's parlor space. One of his artist's tattoo guns was buzzing away, cutting through the shop's overhead speakers of heavy rock music playing. Fletcher drew in a deep breath, schooled his face and began his rounds to the stations with his crew none-the-wiser to his personal goings on.

[themomsandthecity]

The Very Real Sacrifice of Caring For Aging Parents in Your 20s

"I think things will be easier if my mom dies first," I found myself saying out loud to my best friend late last year, sitting on the carpeted steps of her rental house. This sentence may have come across as cold and morbid to anyone else, but I knew Tessa understood where I was coming from: Her dad and my dad both have terminal lung diseases, and neither of us have the best relationships with our moms, either. My mom in particular is generally healthy, but I worry about her living alone as someone who can be forgetful, overly trusting, isolated, and naive. Tessa and I met working at our college bookstore as cashiers. She's now a math teacher married to a great guy with a new baby boy. Tessa just turned 29. I'm a healthcare reporter who lives in Oakland, CA. I take art classes, love walking around the Bay, and have a 9-year-old cat named Clark. I'll be 28 later this year. Tessa and I both have older parents, and have bonded over how it can sometimes feel like we got robbed of fully enjoying our 20s. I don't call Tessa to gab about a new crush, or text her photos of my outfit options before a date. Instead, we talk about having to navigate federal healthcare on behalf of our parents, and arrange care for them while simultaneously trying to keep our own lives afloat. Neither of us feel like we have the same normalcy our friends do; we don't often call our parents for advice or anticipate the holiday season with excitement. Instead, our 20s have mostly felt like we're consistently waiting for the other shoe to drop, and when it does, we turn to each other for support. I am one of many millennials being affected by what's been referred to as an elder-care crisis. It's difficult to care for aging parents, especially with whom you have a strained relationship, while also navigating early adulthood. . . and financially earning less than they did at my age. The weight of credit card debt, student loans, and societal expectations can feel crushing. Hell, sometimes vet bills for just Clark can get pricey, even with pet insurance. I want to save money. I want to travel. I'd like to upgrade from a studio to a one bedroom so I don't have to fall asleep staring at my desk, since I work from home. But I also know that when my dad inevitably passes - and likely before my mom due to his condition - I'll need to be able to spring a last-minute plane ticket home and help get things in order. I recently received a master's degree from Syracuse University's Newhouse School, and throughout my final few semesters, I routinely thought to myself, "I hope my dad stays alive at least until I finish this degree." It can often feel like I'm holding my breath, hoping my parents hang on until I'm in a more established place in my life, so that I can offer the best care while also being my best self. My dad's prognosis was originally around seven years max, and he's now in his third year since being diagnosed. His health isn't currently changing much day by day, and when people ask how he's doing, I reply, "About the same." It can often feel like I'm holding my breath. I deeply desire to maintain autonomy in my own life, which still feels like it's just beginning. But I also want to make sure my parents are safe, healthy, and have all the resources they need as they age. So, rather than save for an eventual wedding or other milestone, I now have a separate savings account explicitly meant to help my parents in the event of something tragic. Just like a wedding is a major life event, so is losing a parent and maintaining care for the other parent - particularly if you're an only child, like I am. (At this point, some might ask, "Why don't you just leave the Bay Area if you're so concerned about money?" So, I should note that I have two uncles who live here, and we're very close. They weren't always part of my life, and as they also get up there in age, I want to be around them as long as possible, making… https://www.popsugar.com/family/millennial-taking-care-aging-parents-essay-49351514?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[casmick-consequences]

Keeping everything up to the end of 15x18 canon, what would you have liked in the last two episodes of SPN? How would you have ended it for Cas, Jack Dean and Sam?

Anything at all, your wildest dreams, go nuts!

this'll be a long one lmao

Well, Dean Sam and Jack get Cas out of the Empty, obviously. They defeat God the same way they did, only Jack gives all the power to Amara and she herself becomes "the Almighty Balance of the Universe between Light and Darkness (Dean refers to her as the A.B.U.L.D.)" or whatever. They bid her farewell and she's off to do her God duties. Then, for angst, Dean tries to avoid the fuck out of the confessional for angst purposes, and because he needs to deal with his own shit/sexuality/etc, which is fine by Cas because he never expected him to reciprocate anyway. Sam and Eileen get married and they're both the Best Man for either sides. (Yes Eileen gets a best man because she said so. And it's Dean, since Sam hogged Cas.). Since Dean is still up his own ass, and Cas decides he doesn't wanna wait for something that isn't coming, he tries online dating. He matches with one "HogwartsReject78" and they start texting. On their first date, Cas finds out that this was (insert magical resurrection by witch or whatever the fuck, it's spn, death never lasts) Mick Davies. So they date, it's all very cute, and Cas gets some loving that he deserves :) And Dean is PISSED the FUCK off over this. Not even because it's Mick, just because he's dating AT ALL. Like,,,, "how DARE he not wait for ME to get MY repressed head out of MY ass?" So he's all pissy like "well, so much for that love speech, guess it didn't matter, huh." And then they fight, it's nasty, Cas leaves the bunker and moves in with Mick. So then Dean calms down, he wants to apologize to Cas and he wants to be happy because Cas deserves to be happy even if it isn't with him. Then Dean goes on a self-discovery to find himself, he gets therapy, basically fixes all his bad repressed shit going on with him, because he wants to be better. Not just for Cas, but for himself. And also for Jack, because he treated them like garbage™ and he doesn't wanna be like that anymore. Somewhere around this time, Jack also had a selfdiscovery and they discovered that they were nonbinary. They went over to Cas and Mick's place first to tell Cas bc Cas is the most important alive person in their life right now, and they thought he deserved to know first. Cas OFCOURSE was incredibly supportive and gave them nothing but love and encouragement. Sam and Dean had a little trouble, but Dean went out of his way to make the kid feel more at home so he bought nb merchandise for them (shirts/flags/etc) and Jack was very touched that Dean would do this for them. They told Cas about this and this is where Cas wanted to talk to Dean to make up. Because if there's one way to get to Cas's heart, it's through his kid. They make up, it's very sweet, but Cas starts catching feelings for him again.

From here on I have two perfect universes, which co-exist because I said so <3

In one, Cas has a talk with Mick about these complicated feelings and Mick tells him that he's been sensing it for a while. He knows that Cas longs for Dean and to have Dean with him, and it's okay. He's just glad that he had a chance to show Cas what being loved and cared for feels like. They have a healthy breakup and stay in touch throughout their lives. But Cas and Dean reconcile, they get together, and basically happy family all that jazz. In the other, Cas decides that Mick is enough for him, and that all this time with Mick truly has shown Cas that he does not need Dean to be happy. They start their own family and adopt a little daughter together, a little sister for Jack (who is overjoyed, as they always wanted a little sibling) and they live happily ever after.

I just want Cas to be loved, damn it :')

[joviewinchester]

Part 2 to the supernatural MBAV crossover ✌️ Also this is on crack so I’m sorry in advance. Lol.

“Oh my gosh, Jack! We’ve been living here for two weeks! Do you know what that means?! We actually live here.” Y/N said excitedly.

“Yeah. I like it here I hope we stay awhile.”

“I have a boyfriend now! Do you know how cool that is?”

“You what?!” Dean exclaimed.

“Don’t eavesdrop! It’s none of your concern.”

“Yes it is. I’m your dad!”

“Moms handle the boys and the periods, and she promised me she’d visit sometime this week, so therefore, it’s none of your concern.”

“Since when have you had contact with Amara?”

“Since like a month ago. Uncle Chuck taught her about the world of cellphones. She promised she’d drop by for at least an hour. You don’t think she’s going to flake on me do you?” Tears welled up in her eyes. Dean held his arms out for a hug.

“Hey, come here, kid. Your mom has done a lot of bad things, but if there’s one thing I know for sure about her, it’s that she never says something unless she means it. Now about the boyfriend thing…”

“His name is Benny, he likes Star Wars, and he’s a calculus nerd. Good enough?”

“Come on Dean. Calculus nerd? You have nothing to worry about.” Sam chimed in.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, Sammy.”

“Does that mean that me and Jack can go hang out with him and our other friends tonight?” Y/N asked hopefully, putting on the puppy eyes she had inherited from her uncle.

“Fine, but don’t be out any later than 1 am okay?”

“Got it. Would you be mad if we left right now?”

“No. It’s fine. Go ahead, but Jack she is not to be left in a room alone with this punk. Got it? Good.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Drama queen.” She muttered.

“I heard that!”

“Good!”

All of their friends had already arrived by the time they got there. The only thing missing was pizza.

“Dude the delivery guy was so slow last time though. Someone should just go get it. I’m starving.” Ethan complained.

“Not it.” Y/N and Erica said at the same time. Benny and Jack both looked at Sarah.

“Um…don’t look at me. I’m babysitting.” She gestured to Jane who was sitting peacefully watching Dusk.

“I’ll go.” Jack volunteered. Y/N tossed him the keys to the Jeep.

“Don’t wreck my baby.” She said sternly, laying on the floor beside Jane.

“Careful. You sound like your dad.” Jack joked. Y/N threw a pillow at him.

“Okay. Okay. I’m going.”

“So this Dusk thing, what is it even about?” Y/N asked. Erica immediately jumped in.

“Oh my god. It is so good. You’ve never seen Dusk? It’s about a human who falls in love with a vampire and vice versa, but there’s also this werewolf that’s in love with the girl, but she ends up choosing the vampire because, duh, she’s in love with him, but anyways it’s so good and you have to watch all of them with me some time.”

“I’ve seen the Vampire Diaries but I’ve never watched this.”

“Oh my God. Don’t you just love the Salvatore brothers?”

“I love Damon, but I’m not huge on Stefan. Oh and Katherine is so hot, but my favorites are Kol and Kai.”

“You have a thing for murderers with sociopath tendencies and you’re dating Benny?” Erica asked.

“Okay, just leave me alone. Kai is hot and he had reason to murder his entire family.” Literally the entire room was just looking back and forth between them in confusion.

“Remind me to never leave you two alone.” Sarah said.

“Did you just say murdered his entire family casually in a sentence?” Benny asked.

“Yes. If you guys watched the show you would totally get it. Although Jack doesn’t and I made him watch it but then again his biological dad is literally satan-“

“Wait. Wait. Wait. First of all, Castiel isn’t his biological dad? Second of all what is his biological father a serial killer or something?” Ethan asked.

That was when Y/N registered what she had said. “It’s not my place to tell you guys about his biological dad, so like please don’t tell him I told you anything.”

Everyone agreed and dropped it. Soon after Jack came back with the pizza. “Who’s hungry?”

“I am.” Erica whispered passive aggressively under her breath. Sarah elbowed her and gave her a look, mouthing the words shut up.

Benny, Ethan, Jack, and Jane all grabbed a slice.

“Want one?” Benny asked.

“No I’m fine. Thanks though.” Y/N said. Her mood had noticeably dropped, and it was because she was thinking of her mother. What if she didn’t come like she’d promised? Well, at least her cousin Gabriel promised a visit soon, despite her father’s protest.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Sarah asked her.

“It’s stupid. My mom told me that she was going to visit me sometime this week, but I’m worried she won’t show up.” At that very moment Amara appeared in the room. Now there was a lot of explaining to be done.

“Holy shit! Who are you and how did you do that?!” Ethan exclaimed.

“Wow. Gorgeous alert.” Erica said, ignoring the fact that a woman she didn’t know had just appeared out of nowhere. Y/N immediately jumped up and hugged her.

“I missed you, mom.” She muttered into her hair.

“Mom?!” They all asked at once.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. So what are you then?” Benny asked.

“Why are you guys not very freaked out about this?” Jack asked.

“We know about the supernatural, but nothing like this.” Ethan said still in shock.

“So, you made friends? I’m proud of you. How’s your dad doing?” Amara said.

“Same old. Same old. Sad, confused, protective.”

“Wait how do you guys know about the supernatural?” Jack asked ignoring the side conversation.

“That depends. How do you feel about vampires, warlocks, and seers?” Benny asked.

“Wait! You’re vampires?!” Y/N exclaimed suddenly.

“Not all of us. Just Erica and Sarah.” Ethan said.

“You guys haven’t even the ones killing people have you, because that would suck because then I’d have to kill you.”

“No, but really?! Kill us?!” Sarah exclaimed.

“My family hunts the supernatural! You guys have got to stay on the downlow or my dad and my uncle will straight up kill you and not think twice, please be careful!”

“Are warlocks on that list?” Benny asked.

“Wait, you’re a waflock and you didn’t tell me?!”

“We still don’t know what you two are and I think I speak for everyone when I say I would like to know!”

Y/N sighed. This would be a long conversation. She took in a deep breath. “So, my dad is the vessel of the archangel Michael aka the person Michael needed to possess to win the apocalypse which already happened by the way. My dad kind of saved the world. My Uncle Sam on the other hand is the vessel of Lucifer who is Jack’s biological dad which makes Jack a nephilim, and by the way Lucifer is actually pretty chill. But that’s beside the point. This is Amara my mom aka the darkness aka god’s sister which kind of makes me a Demigod which makes god aka Chuck my uncle and Lucifer, Michael and Gabriel my cousins which makes Jack my second cousin and also by the way Castiel is an angel too. Oh and also my dad is kind of gay for Cas but neither of them will admit but you know, subtext.”

They all looked at her with wide eyes. “If you plan on sticking with me welcome to my dysfunctional family.” She announced.

“Are they okay?” Amara whispered.

“Maybe. I don’t know.” Y/N whispered back.

“Ya know what? Cool. Also can we just talk about how Y/N has hot parents? MILF alert. Like it finally makes sense why she is so pretty.” Erica said casually.

“What’s a MILF?” Amara asked her. Y/N face palmed.

“It’s good. It’s a compliment, but don’t say it to anyone , ever.” Y/N tried to explain.

“Anyways…I guess I’m gonna go and let you all process this interaction. Benny, call me. Bye!” They all left, and Y/N insisted that they take the Jeep and not just teleport.

When they got back to the house everyone kind of just looked at each other awkwardly. “Mom and I are gonna go…what do normal teenage girls do with their non supernatural mothers? Paint their nails? We’ll go do that. See you soon.”

Dean looked at Jack waiting for an explanation. “I’ve got…homework. Yeah. Anyways bye.”

“What just happened?” Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”

[bi-bard]

Good Job - Jack Kline Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Good Job

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader

Requested: by @greatpsychicflowerbanana

Word Count: 1,165 words

Warning(s): Sam being an anxious dad

Summary: Sam and Eileen deserved a day or two off from parenting. With Dean and Cas gone, there are only two people left to watch the kids... Jack and (Y/n)

Author's Note: Ending? What ending? Forget the ending of Supernatural for now.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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"Are you sure," Sam asked again as Eileen loaded up their car. "I can call Dean and Cas. They can help."

"Sam," I sighed. "I can babysit for a couple of days. I have Jack and I know how to cook. You and Dean are on speed dial. You and Eileen deserve this trip."

He looked down, worried.

This would be the first time Jack and I had been left with the kids without Dean or Cas there to help. It was understandable that he was so worried about them.

Dean and Cas were off on their own little date trip. They were heading out to Bobby's old cabin for a weekend alone, which the rest of us supported whole-heartedly.

Then, I saw Eileen. She looked exhausted. So, I suggested that she and Sam also go on a trip somewhere. She was also hesitant but she knew how much I wanted to help her, so she eventually relented.

She had better luck convincing Sam than I ever would have.

"Go, have fun," I said, pushing the giant toward the car. "We will be just fine!"

"Okay, okay," Sam hugged me before walking to the car. I waved at Eileen, who was now already in the passenger seat.

Once they had driven out, I walked out of the garage and to the kitchen. The kids were sitting at the table as Jack stood at the counter.

There were two of them. The first was Padraic; a 6-year-old boy who was an absolute ball of energy and definitely took after his uncle's attitude. The other was Mary; a 4-year-old girl who adored any female hunter she had met more than any Disney princess.

Padraic was named after Eileen's father and Mary was named after Sam's mom. It was incredibly sweet.

"Hey," I said, waving at them as I walked to Jack. I leaned up and kissed their cheek. "What are you making?"

"Mary asked for grilled cheese," they mumbled.

"Need some help," I asked as they placed one sandwich on a plate.

"Eileen wants them eating healthy foods with their meals," they said.

"I think there are some grapes in the fridge," I replied. "I'll cut some in half for them."

So it went. I cut some grapes in half and then laid them next to the grilled cheese that Jack had made. We set the plates in front of the kids, giving them each a cup of juice.

"We're gonna be just fine," I mumbled to Jack as I walked over.

They hugged me, cheek resting against the top of my head as we watched the kids eat.

"Can we build a fort later," Mary asked for her seat. Her legs were swinging under her.

"I think so," I looked at Jack. They nodded. I walked over as they went to watch the pan they had used. I sat next to Mary. "Where do you wanna build a fort?"

"The library," she grinned at me. I nodded.

"Good choice," I replied. "That sound like fun, Padraic?"

He nodded, "Sounds awesome."

Yeah, sounds just like his uncle.

After finishing their food and cleaning up, we headed to the library. Jack helped me move the chairs and tables around. He and Padraic started coming up with ideas as Mary walked with me to grab all the blankets and pillows I could carry.

Within the next hour, we had built the best fort you'd ever seen. It legitimately looked like a circus tent. It was big enough to hold all of us with some wiggle room.

I was just plugging in the lights that I had wrapped around the lamp we were using in the middle. I then put some pillows around the base of the lamp and covering the cord on the floor so no one would trip. I have to admit... the whole thing was pretty impressive.

"This is amazing," Jack said as followed the kids inside. "Don't you guys agree?"

Mary nodded excitedly, wrapping her little arms around my neck, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome," I laughed quietly. She moved to sit in my lap. "What do you think, Padraic?"

"Are we spending the night in here," he asked. I looked at Jack, who just shrugged.

"I don't see why not," I shrugged. "Jack, will you go get your laptop? We can have a little movie night."

They nodded, crawling back out of the fort.

"(Y/n)," I looked down at Mary, who was relaxing on my lap.

"What's up," I asked. She motioned for me to lean down.

"I think Jack likes you," she whispered like I didn't know.

My heart melted.

"Good because I like them too," I replied.

That's when Jack climbed back in.

Yeah, I think we're gonna be just fine.

--time skip--

I picked Mary up and put her next to me on the counter. I held her hands and helped her crack the egg and drop it in the mixer. She was smiling and giggling as I put her back down. I helped Padraic do the same, and he seemed so proud of himself as he smiled. He hopped off the counter on his own.

The last few days had been great. The kids were eating well. Jack and I were doing a great job. The bunker hadn't burned down and was clean (the kids helped us take down the fort because we knew everyone was coming home today).

Now, we were making cookies.

Jack was standing at the table, lining the pans with parchment paper as he smiled at the three of us.

After mixing everything together, I grabbed the bowl and we all surrounded the table. We worked together to place the balls of cookie dough onto the pan. It was so much fun.

We were putting the first pans into the oven when there were footsteps walking into the kitchen. I heard Padraic yell.

"Uncle Dean!"

We all turned to look at Dean, who was picking up the kid happily.

"Hey kiddo, how are you," he hugged his nephew tight as possible.

Cas squeezed into the kitchen behind Dean. Mary ran over to the angel, who was happy to see her so excited. He picked her up.

"What're you guys up to," Dean asked as I set the timer in the kitchen.

"Making cookies," Mary cheered. He smiled at her before nodding at Jack and me. A silent sign of respect.

All of the cookies had been cooked and finished cooling by the time Sam and Eileen had walked in. The kids ran to their parents. Sam seemed more excited than them. Padraic dragged his parents to the counter, pointing to the cookies we made.

As Sam listened excitedly to his kids, Eileen looked at Jack and me. She signed "thank you" over to us. I signed "you're welcome" back with a big smile.

Jack reached over and grabbed my hand, "We did a good job."

I nodded before leaning onto their shoulder, "Oh, I know we did."

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[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey Cas! So I'm a queer teenage girl, but I'm homeschooled, so I have no clue if my friends would be accepting or not. There has never been an opportunity to bring up LGBTQIA+ rights, to see how they react , and I know for sure that at least one of my friends has no clue what gay people even are, because I mentioned that I could ship Sirius and Remus, and she said "Wait, but they're both dudes? And dudes cut marry each other?" But not even in a homophobic way, she was legit confused. Ive only told two people. The first is my BFF, who've I've known since I was 5 days old. She was the first person I told. I've also told my mom, and she's been super supportive, but I don't know how or when to tell my dad. He has a gay brother, but the relationship there is pretty much none (My uncle just moved away and never visits) , so I don't know how hell react. I was thinking of writing a letter, but I don't think that would work.

I'm know I'm attracted to multiple genders, because even before I knew what sexualities were, I wrote a story about two lesbian spies. I also get that happy feeling when I see queer people out in public. I have fantasized about both men and women before, so I do know I'm attracted to both men and women (And possibly non-binary people), but I don't know if that makes me Bi, or Omni, or Pan?

Oh, and I LOVE your blog. I get so exited when I see you post something, because Microfics are the perfect length for my ADHD brain to actually focus on. I hope you have a great gay!

P.S. Drink some water :)

Hi! <3

I'm so glad your mom is supportive!

For your friends, I'd try to warm them up to the idea a bit first, lol, especially since they genuinely don't know a lot. Bring up some queer ships, talk about LGBTQIA+ people in the media, that type of thing. Then ease into it.

As far as your dad, I think a letter is a great idea! It can be scary to tell someone big news like that, so getting all your thoughts down in a letter is super smart. It also gives him time to think about his reactions.

As far as your sexuality, have you researched each of those identities? They're very similar (though different in some ways as well), so it might help to look them up and really think about which one makes the most sense to you. Also remember that you're young, and you don't necessarily need to label yourself! Knowing who you're attracted to is a great start! As you get older and start dating more and more, you'll start to realize your preferences and it'll help you figure that out as well.

Let me know if you ever need to talk!

(Also I am naming all the anons who write to me in case they want to write in the future, and I am using a random positive affirmation generator to do so. So I dub thee: sincere anon. Enjoy your free tag!)

(also you made me drink water. so rude 😋)

[redlenai]

I once had a dream where Dean, Cas, Jack and Sam went to an alternative reality where they end up in front of a house outside the city, bunch of trees, pretty garden and they are greeted by a 3 years old who literally climbed Cas and hugged him while calling him dad.  Quickly, another Sam comes running and takes the kid immediatly and telling “Jack” to go inside the house. This Sam while the same age our Sam, has Season1 hairstyle and for some reason looks a tiny bit younger, maybe because of his clothes which are brighter and not neccesarily plaid.

 Our Sam tries to explain to the other one that they are from an alternative reality, AU!Sam asking who the hell were (while pointing with his gun) Dean and Jack but when he took a good look to the nephilim he looks so surprised, then lowers his gun. At the end, he lets our Team Free Will 2.0 inside the house. The kid rushing back to their uncle and immediatly taking AlCal!Jack with them to play. Sam explains AU!Sam, since they didn’t explain anything at the end, that the man besides him is his brother Dean, while the older Jack is Lucifer’s kid.

AU!Sam can’t fricking believe this and he is all like “Man, but he is Cas’s copypaste, are you SURE Lucifer is his dad?” while keeping a sarcastic laugh. Cas is mesmerized by kid Jack because it’s... it’s what Jack was supposed to be. So Dean gets all irritated by the Sassy AU!Sam commentary and asks “Alright if Cas’s is this kid’s dad then who the hell is the mom? Shouldn’t it be Kelly Kline?” And AU!Sam crosses his arms, as if Dean said something so offensive “No, my sister gave birth to him, Deanna” Obviously, Sam and Cas are speechless while Dean is still in Shock. Cas tries to ask about Jack but AU!Sam immediatly explains to him that Jack is completely human, because after Amara and Chuck reconciliated, AU!Cas had lost his grace thanks to Lucifer’s possession. So no nephilim like in the Main Universe.  Later, AU!Cas and Deanna came back from grocery shopping, obviously AU!Sam explaining the situation to them, the situation being less agitated thanks to Deanna checking out her male counterpart, “Still sexy, even as a dude”. Each one takes a moment to take to their AU counterparts.

AU!Cas talks about the hardships of their relationship with Deanna, Cas is surprised that they took almost 10 years to finally talk about their feelings, so even if they had different vessels their relationship was almost the same, almost... AU!Cas gives him some encouragement, but what matters is that he has Jack and how much it means to him that even in a reality where Jack isn’t his biological son, they still chose Cas

Sam asks AU!Sam why was he living with his sister if they had already a family and everything was fine, AU!Sam explaining that he couldn’t leave at first, afraid that when Jack was 6th months old something horrible would have happened, he got too attached to being an uncle and babysitter so he stayed, still dating Eileen but each one giving the other space, he knows the huntress has trust issues and he’ll be patient until they are both ready to take a bigger step.

In Dean’s case, his talk with Deanna is bitter. Amara’s gift wasn’t having Mary back, “Do you think after many deaths and coming back to life the fabric is still working normally?”, she finally cut herself some slack, she knows she can aid hunters from the Bunker, which is a few kilometers from the house. But also, she confronts Dean. She knows the way he moves, the way he interacts with “his” Jack. She puts no filter into it “You became the only monster we trully fear...”

Jack is doing fine, playing with AU!Jack feels nice. They talk about the things they like, about their moms, nothing very complex for both of them. They notice all the toys, drawings and even some pictures they AU!Family has, it’s lovely, it’s hopefull. They get distracted tho, when AU!Jack grabs them from their sleeve and tells them “Shhh, secret” and shows them how he is levitating a crayon

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A is for Assbutt

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KV3wYuh by Redamber79 Dean has been a teacher for five years, and a dad for three. Well, he'd been a dad for six years, but Lydia failed to share that information. When she died in a car accident, he got custody of Emma, who became his entire life in an instant. Charlie and Stevie tell Dean he needs to date, but as a single dad, he can't just pick up anyone. Emma comes first. A chance meeting with another single dad at pickup, the father of Emma's friend Jack, has possibilities suddenly occurring to Dean. Cas has sole custody of Jack, and is also the legal guardian of his neice, Claire. Can Dean and Cas make it work? Words: 4357, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Embarrassing Things Kids Say Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Jack Kline, Claire Novak, Charlie Bradbury, Stevie (Supernatural: The Rupture), Missouri Moseley, Cain (Supernatural), Minor Characters Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Apocalypseverse Charlie Bradbury/Stevie (Supernatural: The Rupture) Additional Tags: POV Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Single Parent Dean Winchester, Teacher Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is the Parent of Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Castiel is Claire Novak's Uncle, Writer Castiel (Supernatural), Poet Castiel (Supernatural), Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Bullying, Protective Dean Winchester, Hurt Emma Winchester, Concussions, Hospitals, Vomiting, Good Parent Dean Winchester, Cute Kids, Fluff and Humor, Texting, Flirting, Attraction, Crush at First Sight, Erotic Poetry, Phone Sex, Family Dinners, Getting Together, Dean Winchester Has Allergies, First Kiss, First Time, Fluff and Smut, One Big Happy Family, Work In Progress, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KV3wYuh

[damjana-urosevic]

🛒Working at a family shop🛒

÷Activity title: Working at a family grocery shop

÷Duration: 3h

÷Date: 26.02.2022.

÷Type of activity: Activity/service

÷Learning outcomes:

×Demonstrate how to plan and initiate a CAS expepriance

×Show commitment to and perservirance in CAS experiances

×Demonstrate the skill and recognize the skill of working collaboratively

÷Activity description:

During my visit to Serbia and my family, I decided to, as per usual, help my uncle out in his shop. I also took the initiative to consider it a CAS activity. With his spervision, I restoked many goods. Unfortunately for me, I didn't get to serve costumers as the day was slow and just before "Zadušnice", a holiday.

÷Reflection:

Often times when I go to Serbia, specifically the village my dad is originally from, I help out my uncle around his shop. Usually that is stoking up, mopping the floors, dividing beer caps for various competitions made by LAV or generlly handing things around the shop to our uncle who would then scan them for the customers.

This time, I restoked the shop. It took me three hours to fully arrange everything with supervision and instructions of my uncle, who took the photos for me. We had lots of fun as we chatted while I worked.

Unfortunately, I didn't get to serve customerson my own by scannig. It was a day before a holiday andeveryone was home preparing for the next day that follows. But that didn't bother me.

This experiance showed me that it is important to choose our actions. It is a small place and a tight knit community with few shops, this one being one of them. So it is important to keep he place stoked up and clean. The way we spend our time might help out others and small gests like tese can help out the community. Helping local businesses is always a positive.

[thejilyship]

if you’re still taking prompts, “you’re so clingy, i love it” for jily 🥰

Okay, so this stands on it’s own, but I wrote it into my ‘It’s Just Coffee’ Universe! 

So some details are different! This is a singledad!james fic, Harry’s birthday is around Lily’s birthday. James and Lily are in uni together, they met in their econ class and at this point in their story, they’ve been together for four and a half months. 

AO3 | Start from the beginning 

“You’re so clingy, I love it.” Lily said into Harry’s hair. He was draped across her front, as he had been for the last ten minutes or so, ever since James’ study group for one of his maths classes had arrived.

Normally, Harry a very sociable kid, who didn’t get nervous around new people, but there were quite a few people in this study group, and they were all in Harry’s house, and they were loud, and it was close to bed time. So Lily had taken him into his bedroom to get away from the noise. And so James could concentrate on maths.

Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day, and James had been stressing out since Tuesday because he wanted to put together something big and romantic for their first Valentine’s together, but he also had a very big exam, very early Monday morning, and his group could only meet today.

Lily, who was a romantic, had assured him that she understood, that she didn’t want him to worry about it, that they didn’t need to go out just because it was Valentine’s. She told him that they could celebrate the following weekend, when he was 150% less stressed without an exam to worry about, and when Sirius would be available to babysit Harry.

James had agreed, but Lily didn’t think it was guiltless.

She didn’t know how to explain to him that the calendar date really wasn’t important to her. Holding Harry against her chest, feeling his heartbeat synchronizing with hers, that was what was important. If she spent all of Valentine’s with Harry cuddling into her chest and holding onto her finger like he was just then, she would be perfectly happy.

Harry popped his head up when a particularly loud member of James’ study group yelled something, and he looked at Lily with wide green eyes. “We’re friends with Sirius, Harry. Loud people can’t bother us too much.” The little boy smiled at her. He had turned one only three days after Lily’s twenty first birthday, but she was pretty sure that he understood everything that she said.

“Siri!”

“Yeah, he’s loud. Much louder than your dad’s friends.”

“Da?”

“Yeah,” Lily nodded. “Remember when it was our birthday weekend and Uncle Sirius sand Let’s Go Swimming while standing on top of the table? That was loud. I’m surprised the neighbors didn’t call to complain.”

“Blub blub!” Harry clapped at the mention of one of his favorite songs and Lily smiled at him.

“See, you remember. There’s no need to be worried about boys who are good at maths.”

Harry went on a long story after that, using his hands and many facial expressions and Lily listen very intently before he started laughing and then kissed her cheek with too much zealous. Then he was done sitting on her lap and went to go dump out all of his bins of toys. Lily picked up her homework that she’d set down when he’d first come over to cuddle, and started working again.

James’ study group was kicked out at exactly seven o’clock so that James would be able to do his normal nighttime routine with Harry.

Lily heard the front door shut and then James opened Harry’s door.

“I hate this class.” He said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Da!” Harry clapped and started laughing as he bounced up and down.

“Harry!” James smiled at him, crouching down and opening his arms. Harry dropped the yellow car he’d been chewing on and started tottering toward James. Lily watched the two of them.

“You don’t hate this class, you hate working with others outside of class. You weren’t fond of it even when I was your partner.” She quirked a brow at him and he shook his head, turning Harry around to go back to his cars and then turning his attention to her.

“I did not hate having you as a partner.”

“No, you just hated coming over to my flat to help me with our project.”

James rolled his eyes and stood up so he could walk over to where Lily was seated in the rocking chair. “Thank you for watching him.”

“I told you to stop doing that.” Lily shook her head and looked back down at her notebook. Harry had brought her half a dozen puzzle pieces since he’d gotten down to play, and they were stacked on top of her unopened textbook.

“I know, but I’m not going to stop. I appreciate your help.”

Lily glanced over at him.

“I mean, I know that you’ve said many times that Harry is the main reason that you’re dating me-“

“I mean, you’re a good snog too.”

“Right, of course. But just because you enjoy spending time with him, doesn’t mean that I’m not thankful that you agree to help out.”

A lot of big feelings had been brewing in Lily’s heart for the last month or so, but she didn’t know how to voice them yet, so she offered James a smile. “You promised me on New Years that we were going to be together all year. And next year. Am I supposed to only date you when you have a babysitter?”

James ran a hand through his hair. “I mean, that would make things a bit more difficult. Seeing as how Sirius has been impossible these last couple of weeks.”

“He’s still upset that Harry said my name before his.”

“Probably.” James agreed. He leaned over and kissed the top of Lily’s head. “I’m gonna give the kid a bath and start the bedtime routine. Then we can have our date night in.”

“You almost didn’t sound disappointed when you said it that time!” Lily laughed. “I’ll clean up in here.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.” Lily nodded. “But I’m going to.”

James hummed but then walked to the dresser and got Harry’s pajamas. “Come on, buckling, let’s go for a scrub.” He held out his hand and Harry latched on quickly.

Lily watched them leave the room and then let out a heavy sigh. She’d only known them since the end of September. How was it possible that she hadn’t known either of them before September? That was only about five months ago.

Her life had irrevocably changed when she met them. They fit together in a way that Lily hadn’t been aware people could fit together. They’re friend all got along, Lily’s mum loved them both, James’ parents texted her nearly every other day, even Lily’s sister hadn’t been able to find anything mean to say about James or Harry. She’d been a bit mean about James being such a young, single father before she’d met him, but no one could see James with Harry and suggest that he wasn’t a completely wonderful father.

Lily put her homework aside and chewed on her lip as she went about cleaning the room.

Lily had always been enamored with kids, which was one of her main motivations for becoming a primary school teacher, but Harry was different. The love that she felt for him was different. It was bigger and it took over more of her brain than she had been prepared for.

She still lived with Mary technically. But she spent most of her time that she wasn’t in school, here. Half the time, Mary was here with her, and Sirius joked about how they had their own flat to hangout in, but Lily was starting to be more comfortable here.

She finished cleaning and then moved out to the living room to finish up her homework. She was writing down the last homework problem when Harry and James came out of the bathroom. Harry was wearing dinosaur pajamas that had spikes down his back and claws on the feet. They had been a birthday present from Remus.

“Those are so cute!”

“I already sent Remus half a dozen pictures.” James laughed, seeing that Lily was getting her phone out.

“Alright, but what about my mum?”

“Yep, she got some too.” James plopped Harry down on the end of the couch. “I’m gonna get his bottle.”

“Come here, little dino.” Lily closed up her textbook and put it on the coffee table just in time for Harry to tackle her in a hug. “You give the best hugs, buddy.” Lily took a big whiff of his freshly cleaned hair and squeezed him to her chest, causing him to giggle. Lily gave him plenty of kisses in quick succession to keep him giggling and then she as laughing too.

James came back with Harry’s bottle and scooped him up. “What are you two laughing at?” He asked, handing Harry his bottle and then sitting down nearly on top of Lily. She laughed again and traced her hand up his back and into his hair.

“He makes my heart full.” Lily said. “It overflows in laughter.”

James snorted. “You should write for hallmark.”

“I should.” Lily agreed, twisting James’ hair in her fingers and leaning against his shoulder.

“All I can see right now are numbers. My brain feels like mush.”

Lily hummed, pressing a kiss to James’ bicep. “Nothing a little post-bedtime snogging can’t cure.”

James laughed and turned his head to kiss her forehead. “That’s probably true.”

Harry never took long to put down, as he normally fell asleep with his bottle. James came back from laying him down, and immediately came back to the couch and cupped Lily’s face.

He kissed her sweetly, in that way he did when he had something he wanted to say. When he pulled back his eyes were bright. “I know that we’re not going to do Valentine’s how couples normally celebrate, but I did get you a present, and I want to give it to you tonight.”

Lily ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the corner of his smile. “I got you a present too.”

“I knew you were going to,” He shook his head. “You kept going on about how you don’t care about Valentine’s day-“

“I knew that you were going to get me a present! I couldn’t not get you anything!” Lily laughed.

“Yeah, well, I love you and I wasn’t going to ignore Valentine’s day!”

James hopped up from the couch and jogged into the kitchen. He pulled something from the top of the fridge, which was a pretty good hiding place since Lily couldn’t see up there. He climbed over the back of the couch and fell back into his spot beside her.

“Alright,” He said, holding out to her a purple bag the size of a book. She took it and appraised it’s weight. It was fairly heavy. Maybe it was a book.

She smiled at him and then reached in. The first three things she pulled out were candy bars, and they all had post-it notes stuck to them with candy heart phrases on them. James’ ears turned red while Lily red them all. Be mine, Only you and Soulmate. After the candy bars there were bags of gummy worms and gummy bears and Lily laughed as she kept pulling out all the candy.

She was buried in a small mountain of candy by the time she noticed the small box at the bottom of the bag.

Lily picked it up, it was a little bigger than her palm, and pretty thin. There was little chance of it being filled with more candy.

“And what’s this?” She asked, peeking up at him. At Christmas, she’s specifically forbade him from getting her any kind of jewelry. She set a spending limit and made him stick to it. She’d enforced the same rule for her birthday.

“Open it.” His ears were entirely red now. Lily smiled at him and then pulled the lid off the little box. To her relief, she wasn’t met with any kind of precious stone. It was a simple, gold locket.

She pulled it out of the box and glanced briefly at James before she opened it.

Inside was a very tiny, very cute picture of James and Harry. It was a picture that Lily had taken about a month ago, one that she said she was going to print out and show everyone so she could brag about how lucky she was. And James had put this picture that made her insides melt, into a locket for her.

She dropped the empty box back into the bag and then leaned forward on her knees to kiss him.

“You like it?” He said when she pulled back and swept her hair over her shoulder.

She held out the necklace to him and nodded. “I love it.”

He helped her with the clasp and then she jumped off the couch to go and fetch his present, which she’d hidden in the oven.

“We both hid them in the kitchen?” James laughed. “That could have been problematic.”

Lily smiled and came back with a red box that she had decorated with a large white bow. She handed it to James. “You’re going to make fun of me for being hallmark again, but I don’t care!”

James laughed as he pulled off the lid. “I won’t make fun of you.”

“You will.”

The first thing he pulled out of the box was a tin of cookies. They were all shaped as hearts, and similar to his gift, they had candy hearts phrases on them, but they were a bit more explicit than normal candy hearts. They said things like, I like your butt, and Shag me.

Under the tin was a photo album and Lily held her breath as he picked it up, setting the box aside so he could open it.

The first page was one of the very first picture she’d taken of Harry and James. It was after their second date and Harry had been laughing hysterically every time James ripped a piece of paper. Both of them were red in the face. Lily had taken thousands of pictures since she’d started dating James. And this album was a collection of her favorites. Next to each of the pictures, she’d written a little note about what was going on in the picture.

Lily waited for James to turn the page so she could see him react to a picture of Lily and Sirius, but he just kept looking down at the first picture.

“Do you like it?” She said, reaching out and putting a hand on his arm. “I figured I should do something nice with all the pictures I take.”

“I uh-“ He cleared his throat and Lily leaned down to try and get a better look at his face, but he kept his head down. “I love it.” His voice was strained.

“James?”

He looked up at her, his head tilted to the side. He was crying.

“Oh no!” Her hands fluttered about, not entire sure what to do. She’s not seen James cry before. “What’s wrong?”

“Absolutely nothing.” He laughed, reaching up and swiping at his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

“Yeah you did,” James laughed again. “You can’t write things like this and-“

“That’s what I thought you’d make fun of me for!” She reached up and cupped his cheek.

“You wrote, ‘This is the moment I knew that I wanted you two to be my forever.’” James pointed at the caption on the first picture. “What part of that am I going to make fun of?”

“The very first one made you cry?” Lily pressed her lips together, trying not to smile. “Oh my goodness, James. I love you so much.” She leaned up to kiss him.

“I love you so much.” He repeated against her lips. “This is a very thoughtful present but I can’t read anymore of it right now.” Lily laughed as she nodded in agreement.

“No, I think we need to find something else to do.”

“Maybe some of that snogging we talked about earlier?”

“Maybe, but I was thinking we could eat all of this candy you got me.”

“Yes!” He agreed. “And the cookies.” She kissed him again and then shook her head as she sat back down.

“Maybe I really should work for Hallmark.”

James laughed and slung his arm around her. “I guess that’s what we’re watching then.” He handed her the remote and shoved a cookie in his mouth before resting his hand on top of the album.

He could make fun of her for being a sap all he wanted, but he loved it.

[adhdeancas]

for trans man!dean, him mcfuckin dipping to totally transition how he wants then posting up at a family reunion as his badass self with Sam proud of him? also cas comes as his plus one/emotional support/husband idk

mcfuckin love how you worded this. here you go, more trans dean for everyone. minor trigger warnings for a little bit of dysphoria and a little bit of transphobia

Dean didn’t tell anyone when he went away. He just left. Wasn’t anybody’s business, and it’s not like anybody cared enough to keep up with him. 

Sam was too busy with school and work, Dad was too busy being a drunk asshole, and, well, there weren’t many other people who gave a shit in Dean’s life. 

The only person he told was Bobby, and that’s because Bobby would’ve hunted his ass down just to kick it if he just stopped showing up at the garage. 

Sam texted every few months, sure, but Dean always got by with vague answers. He didn’t tell Sam that he was having top surgery, or going on hormones, or shacking up with a hot former-priest in Canada. Nah, not important. After all, he’d told Sam he was a dude years ago. So he shouldn’t be too surprised. Right? 

Except then he has to go to this stupid Winchester Family Reunion.

“Dean, it’s going to be okay. They love you,” Cas placated him for the thousandth time. He came over and fixed Dean’s tie, which Dean resolutely batted away. He was the one used to fixing Cas’s tie. He glared at his boyfriend. 

“You don’t know them.” He said quickly. He stomped over and flopped down face first on the gross motel comforter they’d rented out halfway to Bobby’s. (Dean wanted to just power through, but Cas insisted on making a road trip out of it. He hadn’t been on many.) He let out a muffled moan out of frustration.

Cas rolled his eyes. “Well, that’s why we’re starting with Bobby. Baby steps, right?”

Dean sat back up and cringed at his boyfriend. “Yeah, baby steps for me and giant leaps for Bobby.” Cas smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked like a freaking doctor visiting a patient, and it was so cute Dean wanted to end the conversation and pin him to the mattress instead. 

“Bobby knows you’re trans, right?” he asked patiently

“Yeah.”

“Then it shouldn’t be that big of a surprise to him that you look a little different. I mean, it’s been two years.” Dean grinned at him. Cas had a way of making everything seem so manageable. 

“Sure, just a little bit different. Two boobs lighter and a beard heavier.” He gave Cas a shit eating grin and looped a leg over him, sitting back on his heels. 

Cas pursed his lips, running a hand over Dean’s stubble. “I don’t know, would we call this a beard?”

Dean growled at him and leaned in for a kiss. “Hey, asshole, aren’t there better things you could do with your mouth than talk?” Cas laughed and kissed him back. 

“You make a good point.”

They left the motel room a little dirtier than they found it.

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Dean spent a full minute pacing back and forth behind an old clunker before he ran up to the front door and knocked. Cas eased up from where he’d been leaning against the Impala and joined his boyfriend where he was now awkwardly drumming against his thigh. “Do I look okay? Do I look-uh-” he faltered, not sure how he wanted to look. Did he want to look like a guy? Or enough like a chick to look like his old self, so Bobby would let him in? 

“You look great.” Cas reached for his hand but Dean stole it away so he could turn around when he heard the door opening. 

“...hello?” Bobby asked gruffly. Dean grinned and put his hands on his hips, then down at his sides when he realized he didn’t want to emphasize how wide his hips were. 

“Hi, uh, Bobby. It’s… it’s Dean?”

Bobby did a double-take, and then Dean shifted uncomfortably. He knew he was looking for what Dean used to look like in how he looked now. He cleared his throat. Bobby blinked at him. “Well, shit, Dean. You- uh- you been working out, kid?”

Bobby pulled Dean into a bone-crushing hug, laughing. Dean pulled away with just a grin just as big. “Lil’ bit.” He said, blushing. “Oh, uh,” he stepped back and grabbed Cas’s hand, pulling him forward. “This is Cas. He’s- he’s my boyfriend.” Dean was absurdly more nervous to admit he liked guys (again) than he was for Bobby to see him post-op. Would Bobby still believe he was a guy if he was queer too? 

“Shit, a boyfriend? What, you got a mortgage too, you hiding a kid under that jacket?” Bobby huffed and stalked into his house. Cas seemed a little taken aback by his gruffness, but Dean just grinned and squeezed his hand. This was a good sign. They followed him into the kitchen, where Bobby was making coffee and muttering, “What, go away for a couple years and come back a man?” 

Dean beamed. 

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Dean took a deep breath, and Cas squeezed his hand. He pressed a kiss to Dean’s cheek. “You’ve got this, babe.” Dean nodded shakily. He could do this. 

Surprisingly, he could do this. From the second he walked in the door, Dean took no shit. Most people didn’t give him more than a glance; they didn’t recognize either of the new men. Dean looked for Sam’s messy mop of hair and made a beeline as soon as he recognized it. Easy, when Sam towered over practically everyone. 

“Sammy!” Dean poked his brother in the back. “How the hell are you?”

Sam turned around, his furrowed brows loosening into a look of pure surprise when he recognized his brother. Which of course he did. “Dean!” He hugged Dean, pulling away so he could look at him. “Holy shit, you- you got top surgery?”

Dean grinned. “You know what top surgery is?”

Sam looked offended. “I research.” Dean laughed and lifted up his shirt quickly to show his scars. 

“Pretty cool, right?” Cas laughed at that and Sam turned his attention to the dark haired man standing behind his brother. “Oh yeah, I brought moral support.” He dragged Cas forward with a hand on the small of his back, and Cas thrust out his hand. “He’s a grad student too. I’m sure you nerds have a ton to gab about.” 

Sam rolled his eyes and shook Cas’s hand. “Hey, man, nice to meet you. What’re you studying?”

Dean zoned out almost immediately, keeping a hand on Cas out of comfort. All around the room, his family didn’t recognize him. Usually he’d have people coming up to him, Aunts screeching “Deanna!” and talking about his weight or his outfit or his hair, he’d have uncles throwing him over their shoulders and talking about last time they’d seen him when he was a little girl. Now? Nothing. Clean slate. It felt like freedom. He was him, in front of his family. For once. Then Dad walked up to him. 

“Sammy, who you got there? Thought you weren’t bringing a plus one.” John asked gruffly, suspiciously. Sam rolled his eyes. 

“It’s Sam. And I told you, Jess couldn’t come, she’s got too much on her plate right now.” He reminded his dad quickly that he was dating a woman right now, fuck you very much. 

“Yeah, sorry Dad, that’s my date.” Dean grinned and looped an arm low on Cas’s waist. He felt Cas look at him and he swore he heard him sniff. Motherfucker was checking for alcohol on his breath. He laughed and turned to give him a quick kiss, which surprised him even more. Confidence was a helluva thing. 

John was frozen in place. One of his eyes was twitching like he was overloaded with information. Which, Dean guessed, he was. 

“Dad, Cas, Cas, John,” Dean said, still grinning. Sam let out a snort from his other side. Cas extended his hand coolly. John stared at him as he returned the favor, turning Cas’s knuckles white with the force of his grip. “Oh and I’m Dean, by the way, in case you didn’t get the email.”

Dean extended his hand for his own handshake, and John took it equally slowly. “So you’re just going to show up like this, no warning or-”

“Yup.” Dean said happily. “Now I was promised burgers. Where are the fucking burgers?”

“What have you done to yourself?”

“Upgraded.” Dean shrugged and fixed his jacket. 

“And you’re…” He looked at Cas.

“Into men.” Dean nodded. “And women. No offense, Cas, but women are just prettier.” Cas nodded sagely, and Dean offered Sam a fist to fistbump. Sam did it with a smirk. “Guess you got two queer sons, daddio.”

John made no move. “Burgers?”

“Over there.” Sam answered this time, pointing. Dean looked. 

“Oh over by Grandpa Henry? Sweet. Thanks, Sammy. Wanna join?” He looped an arm around Sam’s shoulders before he could answer and dragged his two best guys toward the food. 

“Dean, hey, I’m- I’m really proud of you.” Sam stopped him and put a hand on his chest, and Dean felt a warm feeling both due to his words and the fact that Sam could pat him on the chest now without it being weird. “I know you’ve had a rough time- I mean, with everybody, with caring what they think- I’m just really proud of you.” 

Dean swallowed a lump in his throat. “Thanks, Sammy. That’s all I need.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

[irrlicht-writes]

the path we choose to walk on Pt.2

Part 2 of my Fix-It! Do note that this is NOT THE END. There will be at least one more part (god hope please) @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @insertdeeplyrics @cass-said-i-love-you ALSO SOMEONE WANNA JOIN MY TAG LIST STILL 

READ PART ONE FIRST HERE

Ao3

PART 2: a barn in which we meet

Sam is ecstatic. Eileen just revealed to him that she’s pregnant. Dean has been waiting to see Sam’s reaction and he couldn’t be happier. He’s moved out of their place a month ago and is now living in a rather crappy apartment but he’s always over at their house anyway.

I’m gonna be an uncle, Cas.

It feels weird but Sam is so happy. Sam hugs him and Dean makes sure to tell him that he’s gonna be a great Dad. Of course, Dean is going to be a greater Uncle, no two questions about it. Eileen laughs at them and it feels good to have a family. Miracle barks and Dean laughs to include the dog in the hug.

Cas would be proud of him. Dean has a job. It’s not a great job, but it’s a job outside the life. In time, he’ll make friends, too.

 “He kissed you?” Sam asks three months later and Dean nods.

“What was it like?”

Dean shakes his head. He doesn’t know. David had been flirting with him for about two months now and Dean wants to explore this side of him, it’s just – it’s just difficult. He feels as if he’s done a disservice to Cas.

“It wasn’t Cas,” he says and Sam nods.

“I know, Dean, but – Cas is gone. Don’t you think he’d want you to be happy?”

Of course Cas would want that. Cas would want Dean to get a partner. Cas would want someone in Dean’s life that would do everything the angel had never been able to do – but it still feels wrong. It’s not Cas. Maybe that will be the fault with everyone: they will never be Cas.

“Go on a date with him,” Sam says, “just to see what it’s like. If you don’t like it, then stop it, yeah? But give him a chance, at least. He’s not a creeper, right?”

No, David is nice. Under different circumstances, Dean might’ve even liked him.

“We’ll see,” Dean replies and they both know that nothing will come of it.

It’s not Cas.

 Eileen was eight months pregnant when Sam found a case. “Something’s killing monsters,” he says.

Normally, Dean wouldn’t be too concerned with this – monsters could kill other monsters for all he cared but this – whatever it was, it killed too many too quickly. It would make whole nests mad and then they’d beseech the town.

Dean doesn’t want Sam to go, not so shortly before the birth of his daughter but he can’t go alone, either. So they’re going to go together. If everything goes well, they don’t have to kill something. After all, whatever monster-killer is out there might not be aware of the impact of what they’re doing.

“Let’s go, then,” Dean says.

Eileen is upset about staying behind but she knows it’s better this way. “You look out for him,” she says to Dean and he laughs.

“With my life,” he promises.

 It feels good to take the Impala on a long stretch again. Miracle stayed behind with Eileen and it’s just him and his little brother on the road. It almost feels like the old times. They were rushing in to save the day, heroes once more.

Cas would be proud of them.

“Know anything about that monster-killer?”

“No,” Sam says. “But get this: all the killings happen in the same place, suggesting that it’s not moving around. In fact, it might even be that the other monsters seek it out for whatever reason so maybe it’s acting in self-defense?”

Dean just nods. That might be possible.

A long time ago, he believed that all monsters were evil. But he’d been wrong. They were also just trying to survive. If they were good, they got to live. And if they were bad, they got dead. If one would look at it from this angle, it wouldn’t be that complicated at all.

 It doesn’t take long to arrive at the scene. No humans have come to harm as of yet, so there’s no need to identify as the FBI again. They could just get in and get out.

“We don’t know what we’re dealing with,” Sam warns him and Dean nods. He’s not suicidal. He has his gun and he also has his angel blade. He’d be fine. Castiel’s coat is in the trunk. Dean took it with him wherever he went. He would never be too old for a comfort blanket.

It’s a barn. Somehow, Dean was expecting this. He looks around. There are no monsters than he can hear so he hopes that they’ve come at a good time. The trees though – they look odd. They are all bended outwards as if a bomb had dropped.

“Where are the bodies?”

“Maybe whoever is killing them gets rid of them after?”

Sam shrugs, and Dean mimics him. It doesn’t really matter, either.

“Stay behind me,” Dean says and Sam scoffs. He steps up next to Dean and looks at him.

“Together,” he says and Dean smiles.

 They don’t get attacked when they enter. Maybe they’re not a threat to that thing. The barn has numerous holes in the ceiling so at least a little light is shining through. They cautiously walk further in. Dean is expecting an attack any second and the longer time goes on, the more anxious he gets. He just doesn’t want the monster to jump out of the dark and attack Sam. What would he tell Eileen? Dean is still crap at Sign Language.

There is a loud, and yet muffled sound and Dean points his gun at it. He looks over to Sam who just nods and Dean takes the lead. There. He can see it, nestled against the wall. It’s a blob that looks vaguely human-shaped. Its hand is outstretched but the arm is shaking and the thing looks like it’s covered in goo.

Dean lowers his gun. Whatever it is, it’s afraid. Sam steps up next to him, also putting his gun away.

“Hey,” Sam starts in a soft tone and the thing flinches, “we’re not here to hurt you.”

The hand stays outstretched for a moment but then the arm gets lowered. The poor thing is shaking.

“My name is Sam,” the thing moves a little, “and I’m here with my brother Dean.”

There is a low keening noise and Dean doesn’t know what to make of it.

“We want to help you, if we can.”

The thing falls forward on all fours and drags itself closer to them. Whatever the goo is, it clings tightly to the body and Dean feels sorry for whatever’s underneath. The thing has to stop every few inches, clearly exhausted. Dean feels for whatever it is. It starts punching its hand into the ground and Dean realises that it’s writing something down.

Where, it says.

“You’re in Kansas,” he replies and the thing turns in his direction. It shakes and Dean thinks it’s just about to collapse. How long has it been here, weighed down by this goo? How long has it waited for someone like Sam and Dean to show up?

“Hey,” he says a little softer. “We’re going to get that stuff off of you and then we can talk, like civilised people, yeah?”

The thing’s head droops a little and Dean finds it very endearing. It looks almost like a head tilt. “Okay, so,” he starts but then there are noises outside. Dean realises instantly that more monsters have come.

“Sammy,” he hisses but Sam is already in position. Dean stays close to Goo who’s heaving a little. Dean doesn’t understand why he wants to protect Goo but he finds he simply has to.

Seven guys trot in and Dean guesses that they might be Vampires. Damn, he’s packed the wrong bullets. Still, shooting them would slow them down for a moment so that he could stab them with the knife. It’s easy to slip back into the Killer Dean Winchester and he hates it. What would Cas have to say about all this?

“Ah, the Winchesters! I had believed you had retired. So sad to see I was wrong. But no worry – me and my friends will gladly help you along!”

Damn he hates vampires. They just fucking suck.

“Oh yeah? So how about you eat... this...”

They just exploded. In front of his eyes, they just exploded in a flash of light and Dean looks down at Goo. His hand his outstretched, just like before and something coils in Dean’s stomach. It couldn’t be. No, that’s just ridiculous.

Sam’s looking over at them too but Dean pays him no mind because – because Goo just slumps to the ground and Dean’s heart sinks. No. No no no no no no. Please don’t. He drops his gun and falls to the floor, grabbing Goo and lifting him up. He doesn’t care that he gets the ugly sticky stuff all over himself.

“Cas,” he whispers but Goo doesn’t reply. “Please, please. Cas, please.”

  With Sam’s help, they get Goo into the car. In the back of his head, Dean isn’t looking forward to having to clean Baby from this stuff but he doesn’t really mind. If this is Cas – it has to be, it has to be – he doesn’t care at all. He slides in the backseat and Sam drives towards the nearest motel. Dean shrugs off his jacket and puts it around Goo’s shoulders, hoping to at least fool the majority of people into thinking that this was just another normal person. And if they didn’t – well they are very welcome to lick his boots.

Sam walks into the reception area of this Motel 5 and Dean tries to wake up Goo again but he’s still out like a light.

“Cas,” he says. “Cas, I’ve missed you so much. Please. Please, be real.”

His voice doesn’t sound like his own.

 Together, they drag Goo into their room. Without stopping, they immediately continue on into the bathroom. There’s no tub, sadly – Sam had inquired – so the shower would have to do. They shove Goo inside and turn the warm water on. Dean doesn’t want to use cold water. Cas doesn’t deserve cold water.

“It doesn’t come off,” Dean says and Sam clenches his jaw. Why isn’t it coming off? Dean’s breath starts to pick up until Sam puts his hand on his shoulder.

“Breathe,” he reminds his brother and so Dean takes a deep breath. He nods and Sam turns the water off. The get Goo back out of the shower and haul him into the main room. They lay him upon a bed and Dean sits next to him. Sam gets on his phone, presumably to call Eileen and let her know what’s up.

“Cas,” Dean says quietly. “Please. If it’s you, then please – please give me a sign.”

There is nothing and Dean loses hope. But then he sees a small light flicker in the middle of Goo and Dean’s desperate enough to take it.

“Cas,” he says again and puts his hand on Goo’s face. “I’m here, baby. Tell me how to help you. Please. I need you back, Cas. I can’t – I’ve tried. Cas, I’ve tried to do it without you and I’m fine, y’know but it’s not – it’s not enough, y’know?

There’s this guy. David. He’s nice, yeah? He kissed me a few months ago and – I don’t know. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t – it wasn’t you. But I wanted to try. You’d want me to be happy, to find a partner that’ll love me and – I wanted to try. So I asked him out, Cas. He’s a nice guy. He makes jokes and he likes Baby and he likes Pizza and he even indulges me on my cowboy fetish. Remember when I made you wear that hat? Those were good times, Cas. Anyway, I – we, we had, uh... we had sex. It was just one time, but well, it – I don’t know. It wasn’t bad, I think – I don’t really know, I’ve never done it before, but – it was alright. It was just okay and I’ve told him as much and he looked at me and said you’re still in love with someone else and fuck, Cas, he’s right. I tried to use David as this filler, to try and get over you before I was ready and I –

Fuck, Cas. I love you. I can’t get over you; how do I even start? I think about you every day. Did you hear my prayers? I’ve never stopped. I thought, that maybe, if I pray enough, that you’d hear me someday.”

Dean leans forward and presses his forehead against Goo. It feels gross, but this is Cas.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough last time. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to bring you back. You deserve more than me and I’ll never understand why your dumb ass fell in love with me. Jack became God, y’know? You were right about him. I’m just – I’m so sad you’ll never get to experience the world now. You should’ve gotten the chance to say good-bye to him and I... I...

Cas, please. Come back to me.

I – I know I can live without you. It’ll be empty and cold and sad, but I could. The point is, Cas, I don’t want to. I don’t want to live somewhere where you do not. Even if we can’t go back to the way things were, I need to know – I need to know that you’re alive.

What’s Heaven without its best angel?

What’s the Righteous Man without his saviour?

...

Cas, please. I don’t... I don’t have any other words.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I want to tell you.

I want to hold your hand and I want to kiss your hair and I want to be gross with you and I...

I just want you.

I just...

Please. Cas. Please...”

His throat hurts, and he cries.

*

At night, Dean lies next to Goo. He’s holding Goo’s hand as much as he can and he sleeps. He’s never got to sleep in the same bed as Cas before. He wishes that they would’ve had more opportunities before but it was too late now.

I’ll watch over you.

Dean wishes he could’ve watched over Castiel at least one time.

 Dean wakes by someone shaking him rapidly. He doesn’t want to wake up. Miracle can walk herself. He’s dreaming about Cas walking in a field. He doesn’t want to leave the dream. But the shaking doesn’t stop. So he rolls on his back and blinks angrily at whoever woke him. Sam.

Of course it’s fucking Sam.

“Dean,” he breathes and he there’s this look in his eyes. He’s looking next to Dean and so Dean turns his head and –

“Cas,” he whispers.

Goo is gone and all that’s left is Cas.

Dean cries.

He can’t stop. He doesn’t even try.

 Cas doesn’t really respond to anything when he wakes up. But Dean doesn’t care. Cas is here. Cas is alive. He’s slapped himself several times just to make sure that he was really awake. It’s hard to pry Dean away from Cas even just for a minute.

Sam is worried that Cas is so unresponsive to anything and on some level, Dean is too, but at the moment, he doesn’t care.

“Cas,” is the only thing Dean is really capable of saying and every time he does, he feels like Cas’ eyes snap in his direction at least a little. That’s good, right? That’s some sort of response and that’s good. They’ll figure it out. They always do. Team Free Will was together again and they could tackle everything.

One day after Goo turned into Cas, they made the drive back home. Dean lets Sam drive so that he can stay in the backseat with Cas. It feels so good to have his angel leaning against him. Dean had detested it, but they’ve done a test: they’ve cut Cas with the angel blade and there had been grace shimmering beneath the surface.

On the way home, Dean murmurs to Cas constantly and he wants to believe that the angel can understand him. And even if he can’t – he just wants to talk to Cas. He can’t even count the days since he’s last been so happy.

“I love you,” he whispers again and again and maybe, just maybe, Cas moves his head every time he says it.

 They decide that Cas would stay at Dean’s apartment. Sam had been debating if Cas shouldn’t maybe stay with him and Eileen – after all they had a whole house. But they’d be having a baby pretty soon. Dean was able to devote himself to Cas entirely. And most importantly, Dean doesn’t want to stay away from Cas for any amount of time. He’s utterly convinced that Cas reacted to his voice in the car. Yes, maybe it had been just a coincidence but Dean needs to believe that there is more to it. Cas loves him. He loves Cas.

“Just be careful, Dean,” Sam had said while Dean clutched Cas to his chest. “If anything happens, call me.”

Dean had nodded and ascended the stairs.

Castiel is lying on his couch for most of the day. Dean wants to believe that Cas watches him. He enjoys this – being watched by Cas. It had been too long. He couldn’t stop smiling because he’s happy.

Cas is alive. Cas is here.

It’s like a dream come true.

At night, Cas lies in bed next to him and Dean presses soft kisses against his temple. He doesn’t dare do more and he’s content like this. He holds Castiel’s hand the entire night and if he wishes hard enough he can imagine that Castiel squeezes his hand back.

 “Dean,” Castiel says and Dean cries.

Castiel doesn’t speak again but Dean can’t stop crying.

 “Sam just called,” Dean informs Cas who is lying on the couch. Cas’ eyes flicker to him, half-understanding. “Eileen just went into labour. I wanna go there, Cas, I wanna meet my niece. Do you... do you want to come?”

He’s not expecting a response. He always wants one, but he never expects it.

“I,” Castiel says and his voice is terribly hoarse but Dean drops the phone nonetheless.

“Want,” Castiel keeps on saying before he hacks up an ugly cough. Dean cries and rushes over to him.

Cas looks at him with tired eyes, but he sees him, he looks at him, he’s here –

“Anything you want, baby,” Dean whispers. “Anything you want.”

 The nurses tell Dean that Sam and Eileen are inside but that he’s not allowed to go in. They were nice enough to give him a wheelchair for Cas – as much as Dean loves to pretend he’s a strong macho man, Cas is still six feet tall and really fucking heavy.

“They’re just inside there,” Dean says to Cas who’s looking at the floor. “Sam’s gonna be a dad.”

He can scarcely believe it himself. Sammy’s going to be a dad.

“Father,” Castiel says and Dean smiles. This is good. This is so good. Castiel can hear him and he can even respond.

“I’m so proud of you, Cas.”

Castiel looks at him with his big, blue, unblinking eyes. He frowns. Fuck, Dean had missed him so much.

“Jack,” he says and tries to look around.

“He’s God now, Cas. It’s like you always said – he’s destined for great things.”

Cas looks a bit upset.

“Goodbye,” he rasps and his eyes become frantic. “Where,” he says and starts coughing.

Oh god, no no no no. Cas is coughing up the same black goo he had been covered with.

“Cas, Cas, baby, please,” Dean whines.

Cas’ whole body shakes and Dean can tell that he’s trying to reign the coughs in. His good, pure, strong angel. Cas looks up at Dean, heaving heavily with tears in his eyes.

Dean presses kisses on his face – his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his chin.

“So good. You’re so good. We’ll fix this. I promise. We’ll fix this, together. I’m not letting you go. I’m never letting you go again, Cas.”

“Dean,” Cas says quietly and slumps against him. Dean can feel him breathing and he wraps his arms around him.

“I love you,” Dean says and Cas presses his forehead against Dean’s neck.

*

It takes ten hours, but then Dean officially becomes an uncle. Castiel had been asleep for a good amount of time, but at least he hasn’t coughed again. Of course, Dean is a bit worried about the sleeping but he’ll figure that out. All that matters is that he’s got Cas by his side and that he’s now got a little baby girl to spoil.

Once he gets the clear, he rolls Cas into the room and Sam and Eileen both look tired but also so, so happy. They light up even more when they see Cas.

“Cas,” Sam says and smiles at him. Cas looks up at Sam and blinks slowly.

“Sam,” he replies hoarsely.

Sam looks to Dean in utter disbelief and Dean can just smile. “Show us the baby, yeah?”

Eileen moves the blanket aside a bit so that they can take a look at the little bundle of joy. Her face is all scrunched up and she’s just adorable.

“Sammy, are you sure she’s really your daughter?”

Sam shoves him playfully. “You’re such a dick.”

“Baby,” Cas says and Eileen smiles at him.

“Do you want to hold her?”

It doesn’t seem like Cas understands at first, but then he nods. He raises his arms and Eileen places her daughter in them without a second thought. Both Sam and Dean are ready to interfere in case Cas’ arms would not be steady enough to hold the baby but it turns out they needn’t have worried.

“Hello,” Cas says to the child who wiggles a bit in his arms.

“Her name’s Maria,” Sam supplies and Castiel slowly nods.

“Maria,” he says. He slowly puts a finger on her tiny nose. His finger glows and Dean worries. What’s going on?

Cas looks at Eileen but he doesn’t move to give the baby back. Eileen just looks at him, then she slowly nods and smiles. She signs something and Cas turns his head to Sam.

“Fix,” he says. “Heart.”

“She... she has a heart problem?”

Castiel shakes his head. “Not... not anymore. I. I fix. I. Take. I...,” he closes his eyes in strain. “It’s gone now. They. Would. They would not have. Noticed. It’s small. But I. I took it.” His voice sounds like it pains him greatly. He slumps in his chair a bit but holds Maria tight.

“Dean,” he says and Dean’s by his side in a flash. “I want. I want to see Jack.”

 *

 When they are back at home, Dean prays to Jack. Cas fell asleep in the car as soon as they started driving back home and he hasn’t woken up since. But he also hasn’t coughed again which is probably a good sign.

“Hey, Jack,” Dean says, looking out the window. He’s put Cas into bed and is sitting next to him. The soft breathing behind him calms Dean and he wouldn’t move away from it for the world.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but we got Cas back. I don’t know how, if you were involved or not and if you can even hear me, but – he’s back, Jack. Cas is back.”

It still sounds like a dream.

“And he – Jack, he wants to see you. He didn’t get to say good-bye, y’know? He really misses you and, Jack, he’s – he’s sick or something. We found him covered in some black goo – you know, it kinda looked the Empty Goo thing, but I don’t – the goo is gone now, but he’s weak and he was coughing that stuff up earlier today and – I just... Jack, please come here. Fix him? He deserves it, yeah? So... just please, when you have a moment off from being God, could you... just pop in?”

Dean isn’t expecting Jack to instantly appear in the room, but – he somehow is. He sighs and turns around to Castiel fully. He’s sleeping peacefully and Dean smiles. He takes Cas’ hand and softly strokes the skin.

Miracle miracles herself into the bedroom and sniffs at Cas extensively. Cas doesn’t react to her but Dean smiles at the dog. He isn’t even sure if Cas knows that there’s a dog here. Miracle clearly doesn’t know what to make of the strange new man yet and Dean can’t blame her.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you, girl,” he says and Miracle huffs. She looks at him expectantly. Dean laughs.

“But this is Cas, yeah? They guy I told you about. The guy that died? I’m sorry, girl. I’ll make it up to you when he’s better. And he’s getting better, he just needs a little more time, yeah? So... how about you help? If we both shower him with love, then he’ll get back on his feet even quicker, yeah? And then all three of us can go on a walk together.”

At the word “walk”, Miracle perked up and started wagging her tail. She then proceeds to climb up on the bed and snuggle up to Cas as if she had actually understood Dean. And he has a pretty good feeling that she actually had. Dean laughed and lays down himself, intertwining his fingers with Cas. His niece had just been born, Cas had been incredibly responsive today and everything would work out.

They just need a little more time.

A little more time, and then all of them could sit a table together, enjoying a family dinner.

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just a few personal considerations about midam from the 15x19 script (and like, the episode in general):

"MICHAEL: (sadly)" [captain holt.gif] PAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIINNNN.

im actually glad they cut the burger joint part because 1) sometimes less is better, and even if they were there when adam disappeared i feel like it makes more sense for michael not to share that with the winchesters, because it's the last memory of adam he has and as someone mourning the person he loved, i don't expect him to be able to talk about adam so soon (to quote jane austen ''if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more''), 2) idk it just feels like lazy writing to me, like they couldn't even come up with something else for adam except eating when instead they could have thrown in that he went back to college or that he did pick up a little job, but then again.. they never did try much with adam.. [she said bitterly]

what im getting from that part though is that they went on dates (#confirmed) and that michael knows adam's orders by heart so he can try to cook them for him back home

on the contrary, i am a bit sad they took out the ''his essence was pulled from the vessel'' line because as i learned it (but im not an english native speaker so please do correct me if im wrong) 'to pull' sort of implies the use of a certain amount of strength or effort? idk i feel like they could have used a less loaded word, because adam's essence being pulled from the vessel makes me think of a certain implication. which makes me want to stand in a corner and SCREAM. which implication, you ask? well check out this post from @buckybarnz because i ain't got the strength to type that out (unless you want even more SCREAMING. AND CRYING.)

there's something to be said about the winchesters asking about adam and michael asking about cas and that thing is: one wss THEE archangel michael's lover and the other was THEE michael's true vessel's lover. sorry but THEY MADE that parallel. CONSCIOUSLY. which brings me to: i think there should have been a scene with michael and dean talking about adam and fathers and loss and how different michael was from the au one dean said yes to

"Michael stares sadly off in the distance." OH LOOK. MORE PAIN. [PUNCHES A WALL]

mr ''i feel almost naked without manacles'' and dr ''i guess the monster that ate me didn’t get that memo'' are FUCKING MADE FOR EACH OTHER THEY ARE UNITED IN SASSY COMMUNION

LOOK. LISTEN. jack has THREE loving fathers and i don't think adam and michael could, should, or even would want to fit in that spot, but this being said. PALS. FRIENDS. COMPANIONS. UNCLE MICHAEL MAKES ME SO SOFT. and i know he wouldn't be big on nephilims but COME ON. he was almost being nice to jack (for his standards) and jack eats. like adam. IT'S A BONDING POSSIBILITY IM JUST SAYING.

im gonna say it. the writers were cowards for not having lucifer at least mention adam. COWARDS. i also think we should have had a scene with lucifer, sam, michael AND adam, but let's not go there rn. POINT IS. the way that scene with lucifer and michael should have gone down is: lucifer taunts michael about their father. michael stays impassive through all of it. at one point lucifer brings up adam saying something like ''maybe dad would have appreciated you more if you had been able to get dean to say yes to you. instead you got this pathetic excuse of a vessel. what was that guy's name again? oh well, he's gone now. though i have to say, it's a pity i didn't get to know him better all those years we spent in the cage together." at which point michael just SNAPS. grabs lucifer by the throat and slams him against the wall, snarling, lights exploding all over the bunker. michael says ''you mention him again not even our father will be able to bring you back this time.'' and lucifer is all like [fake gasps] ''brother! don't tell me you cared about that human?!'' and then sam and dean have to separate them. I APOLOGIZE FOR MY TROPE LOVING ASS BUT THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD HAVE GONE.

i respect and appreciate all the midam shippers who think michael's actions made sense in 15x19, but im sorry, i don't think i will ever be able to see it that way. he said it himself, he sided with the winchesters when cas showed him god was a piece of shit. after that he spent DAYS with adam (and knowing them they definitely talked about the whole god situation thing). he didn't answer to the winchesters, but he didn't go to god or back to heaven either, he was happy just living with adam. but ''that was then, this is now'' because adam is gone and nothing is okay. and WHY would he ever go back to the man who took the one person michael loved? WHY wouldn't he side with the ones who are actually trying to bring him (and everyone else) back? MAKE IT MAKE SEEEEENSE because the 'he is lost without adam so he goes back to what he knows' doesn't really cut it for me tbh

sam mentioning adam at the end was a punch in the gut. first of all, because it seems to imply that he didn't come back with everyone else which FUCK OFF HE IS ALIVE AND WELL AND WITH HIS ARCHANGEL HUSBAND WHO IS ALSO ALIVE AND WELL. but also because listen. fuck the winchesters for the shit they pulled with adam, but im not gonna act like i would mind them actually giving a fuck about adam for a change. maybe i don't want adam to ever forgive them, but them caring would be nice (especially having some sam and adam bonding)