for the prompts! 9&13 combined 👀👀
(From this post) (also here's the last one I did).
Castiel had escaped to the empty kitchen at the earliest opportunity as soon as the number of people in the map room had exceeded 8. He doesn't mind crowds, he quite likes them outside - the warm, hurried rush of humanity is quite endearing - but he'd become accustomed to there being a maximum of 4 in the Bunker, including him, so it feels almost claustrophobic to have more, even somewhere as large as this.
He's not surprised that Dean came to find him two hours in, though he is a little surprised that it took him so long.
"There's just so many of them," Dean complains, a little muffled against Cas's shirt, "I think the fuckers are multiplying. I turn around, there's two of them, I look again, there's five."
"The creation of a new prophet is a cosmic event. I certainly would have noticed," Cas says, mildly. He strokes soothingly down Dean's back with one hand, and takes a sip of coffee with the other. Dean grumbles and blindly pushes the coffee mug away from his head when it brushes against him, squeezing into Cas tighter with the strong arms around his waist.
"How many prophets does one god need? There's not that much interesting stuff that happens in the world. And more importantly, why the hell do they have to come here?"
"You invited them."
"Kevin invited them!"
"Because you told him to."
"Well, the kid needs more friends! He can't just hang out with you, me, Sam and Garth for the rest of his life. Anyway, it's definitely working out, I haven't even seen him for over an hour."
"I think he went to his room."
"What?" Dean pulls his head back from his embrace, appalled.
"He said he wasn't feeling up to it."
Actually, he'd muttered stupid Dean, stupid Bunker, stupid prophets, I wish none of them had ever been born, fuck my life, this is the Andover middle school dance all over again as he'd loaded his arms with chips and stormed out of the kitchen in the opposite direction to the gathering, but Castiel's powers of extrapolation had been improving over recent years.
"Then who the hell is this party for?" Dean complains, but he doesn't resist when Cas pulls him back to his nuzzled in position. He likes having Dean here, choosing his company as the antidote to others. Dean belongs in any place that brings him comfort, and Cas is lucky that in his arms is where Dean frequently finds it.
"It appears to be for 47 strangers who are better at getting along than we are." Then he tips his head. "48."
"What?" Dean squawks, pushing back from Cas's chest with alarm.
"They're multiplying."
Dean laughs, "You're an asshole."
Cas agrees with a hum. "You like that about me."
"Sure do. Get over here."
Dean's kiss is lingering, sweet and tender, and Cas's chest glows with it. It takes a second for Cas to open his eyes after, and he's treated to Dean's warm, relaxed grin.
"I guess I better go get rid of them so we can all stop hiding, huh?"
"That would be wise," Cas agrees, but tugs onto Dean's outer shirt when he starts to turn, "You've got..."
He smooths fixes the front of Dean's hair where it'd got smooshed in his impromptu snuggles with gentle fingers, then brushes his thumb over Dean's eye crinkles with affection on the way down from it, since he was in the area. The warmth in Dean's gaze when Cas meets his eyes again cannot be overstated, matched only by the feeling in Cas's own heart. He gets kissed again, and would've been happy to continue that way all through the party, but then there's a crashing noise from the direction of the war room, followed by laughter, which wrenches Dean's attention away.
"That's it," Dean says, untucking his gun from the back of his jeans, "I'm clearing house. Two minutes, tops, and we're free and clear."
Cas wishes him luck as he , and 30 seconds later there's the sound of a gunshot and Dean's voice authoritatively saying "Y'all better haul ass out of my house right now or the next one's hitting a body!", then the desperate scrambling of 47 people scrambling out of a single door.
In 30 seconds less than Dean's suggested timeframe, the place is empty but for its regular inhabitants again. Cas smiles into his coffee cup. They don't need anyone else to be happy.
@hauntedpearl hi Doe!!!! thank you for the prompts!! which were: Pressing their face into the other's neck, hiding from the world and brushing away an unruly lock of hair. I had been working on a Jo/Bela for this one but it wasn't working, and this one suddenly came to me in a vision this morning. So sappy. They love each otherrrrr. PS Sam's hiding in the armory lol. Not one of them likes big parties.
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thinking about when jonathan woke up to hearing his mother apparently trying to talk to his missing brother though a dozen scattered lights around his room, literally running to see if his family was whole again, but then being disappointed by will’s absence and worried that his mother was losing her mind and he had to be the sole voice of reason — next to him having just fought for his life against a monster in a home he’d already fought monsters in as a child (lonnie), teary and exhausted, following the christmas lights above him like navigational stars, hearing echoes of his mother’s voice, FEELING her presence on the opposite side of his reality, knowing that all along she was right, SHE was the voice of reason, and being put in her shoes as the only one who can hear his endangered family member in the upside down, and calling out to her in an emotional breath — like HOW SHE DID WHEN HE FIRST SAW HER COMMUNICATING WITH WILL. ok gonna lie down
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I'd just like to say both of your Lampert and Kasper/Infected playlists have been completely changed my music taste (/pos) and I'm going insane over it
It's gotten to the point my friends are also getting obsessed THROUGH ME and I'm just dhgauabes kicking screaming pulling out hair
you're freaking amazing dude holy 💥
i lorve nine inch nail 😃
(GLAD. THAT U LIKE. THE PLAYLISTS! I am adding to them almost every day whoops BUT IM GLAD YOU LIKE THEM YAY!)
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Another thing about nuclear movies I mentioned When The Wind Blows which is an animated film about an elderly couple slowly dying from radiation poisoning after war but they keep hanging on to the hope, which we know to be completely baseless, about the gov't coming in and saving them. It left me incredibly hopeless for the rest of the evening, and I love its emotional impact.
And then you have, like, Killer From Space, which is about a bunch of creatures with big eyes who make giant Earth creatures and they said that the only way they could do this is because of human nuclear power so maybe we should stop having so much nuclear stuff so they can't get us with their big grasshoppers.
lorve it
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my AWESOME sadstar fanfic
Homestar brings Strong Sad a fucking koi fish. Thank you to @terrificathlete for writing that idea post.
They/them used for Strong Sad and he/she for Homestar.
"Heya, Stwong Sad! I hawve a pwesent. For you."
Homestar waved a Weird Wet bag in S.Sad's face. Strong Sad? very unamused. Their face scriunchled. Scrunkled. Scrunched. Yeah, that word. Scrunched in disgust.
"Uh. Homestar, I don't think I want your 'present'. It smells so bad, what's even in it?"
"Oh, just a koi fishy." The H-star of Running pulled out the very real koi fish out of his Weird Wet bag. It wiggled a bit because it was also very, very living and alive.
"Homestar I don't even have a proper enclosure for that! Where did you even GET that-"
The Homestar Runner dropped the koi onto the floor. The fish hit the floor with a wet PLAP.
"Oh I down't know, I just fouwnd it. Anyways I gotta go, Stwong Bad wants to beat the snot outta me twoday and I down't wanna miss that!" And then, the Homestar ran. And then she stopped ranning.
"Oh, wight!"
Homestar ran back into the room of Sad Strong and gave a kissy on their forehead.
"I wuv you! Ok, bye for real now."
Then she ran. Again. The koi fish flopped a bit for lorve. Lorve is lorve.
IT'S OVER!!!
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