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the-moon-lullaby · 1 year

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Could you do headcanons of how the boys spend their morning after their first time with candy in episode 40

How the HSL Boys spend their morning/day with Candy after episode 40

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕 :

He probably already considered the option of Candy staying the next day after spending the night

Which is why he did some groceries the day before and that there’s some sweet snacks in his kitchen

(and he didn’t buy them for himself as you could've assumed)

He’d bring her breakfast in bed

He’s a bit awkward and wouldn’t really know what to talk about because it’s the first time he finds himself in a situation like this

But the feeling would quickly fades since that he feels even closer and comfortable around Candy than before (I mean it make sense after the night they spent)

So they’d just enjoy a little breakfast together

Nothing too fancy but the vibe is chill and nice

Afterwards he’ll probably would want to take a shower

and if Candy wants to, she’s free to join (after all it saves water)

He’d probably do a little checkup on Candy while they’re showering and ask her if she feels sore or anything (and if that’s the case, he’d be happy to offer a little massage under the steaming water)

Then he’d ask whether she wants to go outside or if she wants to stay inside

If they’re staying home, they’d probably spend the afternoon in Nath’s bed while he reads her one of his favourite book

I can see them writing little notes in it while they do that and now each time Nathaniel picks up this book there’s a little reminder of this moment (so cute)

When Candy has to leave, he’ll walk her home and while they’re heading there, they’d already be planning their next date (since that they’re free of school now, Nathaniel clearly intend to use these holidays to spend even more quality time with Candy)

Honestly, there is kind of a domestic vibe here and I live for it

𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕 :

Okay so we know that my boy was up for a second round but he’s no fool

He knows that Candy might be a little sore after the night they spent together so he was probably joking around (at least for now)

Yet he wouldn’t let her get out of the bed so soon and would hold her close, wanting to make this peaceful feeling last as much as he can

I think he’d finally allow himself to be more vulnerable (it’s about damn time) by letting Candy play with his hair and he wouldn’t bother trying to hide his loving stare or blushing face that matches his hair

He’s not the best with love confessions and all(which is why he wrote her a song instead of directly telling her about how he felt, as we already know) so he tries to show how much the moment they shared last night means to him through his attitude

At some point they’d have to get up to take Demon on his little morning walk. So they would go together

They’d probably stop by on the way back to get a little something to eat (because Castiel spend his whole day before cleaning the apartment for Candy’s visit and ended up forgetting to buy something for breakfast 🥲)

Afterwards they’d either go back to bed if Candy is still a bit tired or they’ll go shower (no matter what, that’s probably when the second round really begins)

Then, they’d spent the rest of the day hanging out in Castiel’s apartment

If it’s a sunny day, they’d go on his little terrasse enjoying the warmth and each other’s company while taking turn to throw a ball to Demon

Or if the weather isn’t that good or if they just feel like staying inside, Castiel would probably play some guitar for Candy

(she’d probably ask him to sing the song he wrote for her once again and he’d pretended to be annoyed but he’ll gladly do it)

𝙻𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 :

I believe he’s an early bird so he was probably the first one awake (I know that’s not how it happens in the episode but idc)

Wouldn’t get out of bed though because he doesn’t want to wake Candy (she needs to rest after all because well, the night was short)

As he feels that she’s waking up he’ll just caress her hair and kiss her forehead

Not much would be said but his caresses and kisses here and there as they’re laying next to each other speak a thousand word

He’d make Candy feel so loved and special

The kind of feeling that makes you ask yourself if you’re still dreaming (this man, I am melting)

They’d probably have to get up and get ready after a while because I assume that Leigh would like to come home at some point

I have this headcanon that Lysander, when not at school, prepares his and his brother’s lunch so when Leigh comes home for his lunch break, everything is already ready and Lysander can spend a little time with his brother since he’s often very busy (protect this man at all cost, he’s such an angel)

So he’d do that this time as well, only that he’s cooking for Candy as well

She might try to help him but as we saw in the game, she’s not really a skilled cook so he’d just end up be like « I’ll take care of it dear. Just sit back and enjoy »

For once, Lysander would probably go back to his room with Candy to eat their meal instead of eating with Leigh since he wants to spend a little more time with her

When Candy has to go, he’ll walk her home and would kiss multiple times feeling it hard to leave her lips as it’s like he already misses her presence (such a romantic boy)

Armin :

He go raid the kitchen to find some snacks (sorry for his parents who did a refill the day before but now everything’s gone)

Took the snacks that were Alexy’s too because for once he has a good excuse to do so (“it was for Candy !”)

But right after, he’d lay back in bed, preferably on Candy, and he’d love feeling her nail softly scratching his back while he’s resting on her chest

He’d probably fall back asleep that way

Nothing on earth could make Armin get out of bed before 12 AM on a weekend (also expect Candy to fell asleep with him)

Even though, they probably spend the rest of day in Armin’s (bed) room

Armin would pick up some comics and show them to Candy or they’d start to watch this anime he kept telling her about

The curtains would remain drawn because sunlight is not allowed in this room (I have to stop with this whole Armin-avoiding-the-sun thing it’s so cliché, sorry lol)

He would hardly manage to keep his hands of Candy but she wouldn’t mind (she’d actually do the same)

This could lead another fun time, who knows ? (I mean guys, he finally found a sport he enjoy doing)

He ended up ordering food for them, maybe pizza or burgers because despite all the snacks he ate, he’s still hungry (he is a bottomless pit)

Kentin :

probably woke up first (I don’t remember if it was the case in the game but I rest my case anyway)

I just know he struggled to sleep the whole night

He was processing what had happened lol

He’d be terrified to wake Candy because he thinks she look so sweet sleeping like this, in arms

But at some point his arm would feel a little numb as she’s laying on it

So she’d be woke by him trying to move and then apologising for it

He’d totally make a fancy breakfast (eggs, fruit salad, pancakes even ? that's a slay)

He knows what he’s doing since he loves breakfast and he never skips it

So he’d be so happy to share a breakfast he made with her (and he’d hope she’d be impressed lol) and he would bring it in bed for her

Cookie would need to take a walk too (we’re not forgetting the doggies here) so he’d asked Candy if she wants to come along (and of course she wants to)

So they’d get ready together, taking more time than expected because they keep interrupting each other with stolen kisses (aww)

They’d spend the whole morning enjoy the sun as well as the beginning of the holidays

Since, they’d probably agree to go eat outside, they’d take back Cookie home and then go do their little lunch date

Then they’d just wander around the city, holdings hands and window shopping (they're this kind of couple you spot in the streets)

There you go Anon, I hope you like it ! (it's more about the whole day rather than the morning but as it's said in all the route, they clearly intended to spend the day together)

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earlgrey-aziraphale · 1 year

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The thing about the Empty is the silence. Cas had forgotten.

He has felt loneliness before, and grief, too, like a gaping wound–he is millions of years old, that is nothing new. He has experienced nearly everything a being can, in his hundreds of thousands of human lifetimes. But this, this nothing–is unlike anything he’s felt since the very beginning of the Universe. He has always, even without his Grace, felt the electric-pulse presence of his brethren calling out to him, the ambient noise of Creation at large. Here, he is an angel beyond even Heaven’s reach–no gamma wave of thought, no solar flare of emotion can reach him. He has never been alone before, not like this.

It is like losing a limb, like going blind.

He looks out at the void. This is Eternal Sleep, for his kind, and it is long, and boring, and—empty.

He is straining to hear something, anything. His steps don’t echo, here-they’re absorbed by the nothing, nothing, nothing around him. He had gotten used to the noise on earth. The rustle of wind through trees, the squelch of wet earth beneath his boots. The rumble of an engine.

Silence, he knows, can drive humans insane. Left alone in the dark and quiet for too long, they begin to fear the sound of their own heartbeat. He has no heartbeat, here.

You have nothing, says his nightmare. It is wearing Dean’s face. You’re all alone.

Under extreme stress, the human mind will conjure voices from thin air, figures from the suggestion of a shadow. Lies, to remind the brain it is still alive. Castiel is not human. This is not a trick of his own mind–he has no need of earthly light, or sound, or sensation, and he need not conjure any. This is the Empty’s revenge. It knows his thoughts, his desires. It can see inside his memories, and it will corrupt each one until he has nothing left that isn’t tainted.

He shuts his eyes—even the ones that don’t exist in this form—knowing it will not be enough. He will see it anyway.

Dean is here, in the driver’s seat of the Impala. There is music playing.

There is no music, in the Empty. No twang of guitars, no thumping bass, turned high enough to feel in his chest. No hoarse human voice, singing along.

Come on Cas, you know the words.

He does. REO Speedwagon.

And I meant

Every word I said

When I said that I loved you I meant that I loved you forever

Where they are doesn’t matter–landscape after landscape blurs past, here an open midwestern road, there a pass between hills, pine trees stretching above. They had lived this day a thousand times, in a thousand places: a case behind them, and nothing but the road ahead of them for miles.

And I’m gonna keep on loving you

‘Cause it’s the only thing I wanna do

I don’t wanna sleep, I just wanna keep on loving you.

He doesn’t know how long it has been. Time goes a little funny, in the Empty. Somewhere, seconds or maybe years ago, Cas had told Dean he loved him, and for a moment—just a blink to even a human lifetime—he had been happy. He wonders if Dean was, in the end.

He takes in the stubble coming in at that familiar jaw, the softness of that hair in the late afternoon light—and it makes him want more than anything to touch. To feel the warmth of those thighs through rough denim, that stubble against his cheek. Not that he ever could have, before. He could never have had Dean Winchester—he could have the memory of those hands tapping a beat on the steering wheel, that voice calling him Cas—it felt more intimate, somehow, more like him than the one humans couldn’t pronounce, and angels rarely used.

Even that is gone, now. Beyond his reach.

We’re not looking for you. No one is coming. His nightmare turns to look at him like they’re sharing a joke, and it is so like Dean in the quirk of that eyebrow, that easy grin.

I know, he answers, simply. Castiel isn’t delusional—no one is coming for him, this time.

There are no more deals to be made.

#so sorry #this was gonna be a rescue fic it just may never get finished so have the angst #spn #fic #deancas #my fic #destiel #spn 15x18

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marycecilyy · 3 years

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Hey could you do headcanons for the mcl guys (or if not all of them castiel, armin, and kentin) when their S/O is a famous singer? Thank you❤

Oh god this turned out so longer than I expected huahahushaushu

First of all, these are too long to be headcanons, all three of them have more than 1k words each. Also, I changed a bit the prompt. It's more like "Candy has the dream of becoming a famous singer". The rest you'll see... I'll only say that I'm very proud of this one ;)

Castiel, Armin and Kentin with a Candy that wishes to be a famous singer

Castiel

Castiel wasn’t one to be friendly to new students, but he knew you weren’t like any other when you came to him and asked if Winged Skull was one of his favorite bands too. He was shocked to know that there was another person at Sweet Amoris who enjoyed the same bands as him. Yes, bands (in plural). After he answered that, yes, Winged Skull was his favorite band of all times, you started talking about your common interests and discovered that there were many.

He was a very closed off guy, but somehow you managed to break into his skull in a short time and, in a few months, you turned into best friends.

When Debrah came back and that whole situation happened, your fight with Castiel had a lot of impact over you. In your head, you had just lost your best friend forever. Fortunately. Lysander not only helped you recover from the blow and gave you energy to gather your friends and expose Debrah, but also helped you admit to yourself that, you did have feelings for Castiel.

Once she was unmasked and ran away like a coward, things quickly came back to normal. In less than one week, you had restored your reputation, your friends apologized for misjudging you, Castiel and you were once again friends. The only difference was that you knew that you were in love with him.

You didn’t tell him about your feelings right away, you decided to keep your friendship and focus a bit on your lifelong goal: become a music star. You started learning how to sing properly and doubled the days of your guitar lessons. Castiel even helped you get into the music club (they were full when you got into Sweet Amoris, but he found a way to enroll you).

You knew that your chances of actually becoming famous were pretty low, the market was difficult and depended a lot on having the right contacts. That was why, while you tried putting your name out there, your plan was to get a degree in music as soon as you finished high school. Antheros Academy offered a good education and was close, it was your best option.

As you channeled your energies towards your goal, Castiel started to acknowledge his own sentiment towards you. He liked to watch your focused face as you tuned your guitar and your singing voice earned a sweet accent all of the sudden. He always considered you a special girl, but, to his surprise, feelings were starting to develop inside his closed off chest.

That was why, as soon as he won those concert tickets on a raffle, he knew he’d take you there as your first date. Luckily for him, you accepted right away. Castiel had a feeling that night would be something else.

And it really was, as he kissed you, without even thinking it through, when the vocalist sung what he knew was your favorite tune. When you kissed him back, he wrapped his hands over your waist and lifted you up, feeling your warm lips open up for him.

The months that followed were full of bliss. With you and Castiel officially dating, the school had a lot to talk about. Amber pestered you quite a bunch of times, but that didn’t mess with your relationship at all. Everything was perfect, as it was supposed to be.

But that didn’t last long. Right after you finished high school, your dad had to move to another town because of his job and you had no choice but to go too. You were sure that your relationship would survive the distance, after all, you were in love. This situation would be worked out.

Castiel came to your new house a couple of times and you two called frequently, but in the end distance started to grow between the both of you… and it hurt. Knowing that Castiel was sad made you miserable and you decided to break up before it became unbearable.

You lost your count of how many nights you cried thinking about him.

4 years later.

You were zipping your jeans up when you heard a knock on your dressing room’s door. Who could it be? Your parents had already congratulated you over the phone, there was no one supposed to come that night. Did your manager schedule a press interview for after the show?

You put on your shirt and told whoever was on the other side to wait. When you finally opened the door, your jaw almost fell. You couldn’t believe he was there.

He looked exactly like in the magazines, (a bit less photoshopped, but that was to expect. You went through that as well and it sucked). His hair was shoulder-length and he wore a black shirt that showed off the tattoos up to the middle of his arm. He wore some light makeup, most on his skin, which you deduced his manager made him put on. Castiel looked like you expected him to after all those years, but one thing about him surprised you.

His eyes, although more mature and serious, had the same brightness as before.

"Are ya going to keep staring like that?” He asked and you noticed you had just been looking at him for a solid minute.

“Sorry. Come in.” You said and made space for him to enter the room. For your luck, there was nothing private to be seen, you had the habit of leaving your clothes and personal belongings messy and only cleaning up the second you had to go.

Castiel cleared his throat. An awkward silence hung between you. You hadn’t been alone with each other ever since the breakup. You two were two of the biggest stars of nowadays rock music, but you barely had any opportunity to talk. Not that you haven’t tried, it was the opposite. You avoided contact. Your fans knew you had dated in high school (you used to have pictures on your personal instagrams and fans were quick to dig over old accounts to find information about their idols), so they never expected a feat or any kind of collab. Everyone knew that you weren’t on best terms.

You remembered just a couple of days ago, when you were interviewed for one of those talk shows. The host made a lot of personal questions about Castiel and even asked if you would get back with him if you had the chance. You tried to avoid answering, but the public instantly read your unconscious signs: yes, you would.

That was why, you assumed, he was there. To make things clear. After all, because of you yours and his fans started shipping you two and got you on twitter’s trending topics. He probably was pissed. There was also a possibility of him wanting to take advantage of the situation, maybe propose a fake relationship? No, that wasn’t like him. Or was it? You barely knew him anymore.

“So… you probably guessed why I’m here. I saw your interview” You were right, then. “And I want to make things clear.” Ouch. You should prepare for the blow. “Look, we both know time has passed and we’re not the same as before. You broke up to avoid more suffering, and I get that. I really do.”

Castiel crossed his arms and glared at you. You looked back at him with fear, fear of knowing what his next words would be. “But...?” You asked.

“Tsk.” He huffed. This would be more difficult than he thought. “Look, little girl…” You felt a shiver run through your spine at the sound of the old nickname he gave you. You had always loved it, even though you didn’t say it out loud. After what felt like hours, he continued. “I don’t want to be cheesy, that’s not like me. So I’ll just say that if what all of the fans are theorizing is true.... If you do want to try again....”

Castiel took your hand and you jumped in surprise. He turned your palm to him and grabbed a pen from his back pocket. He wrote down a phone number on your hand and let go of it, capped the pen and turned around to go.

"That's my personal number. It’s pretty useful if you wanna call me without having to schedule an appointment with my manager.” You managed to laugh. You knew exactly how these things were annoying.

Inside, you were bursting with excitement. However, you answered playfully “Hm…. I’ll think about it, mr. Rockstar” Castiel chuckled and excused himself, saying that his manager would get pissed at him if he took too long. You smiled.

Maybe it was not over, after all.

Armin

When you told Armin, very early on your friendship, that your dream was to become a famous singer, he got so excited for you. He already knew that you played the guitar and was good at singing, but he had no idea that you wanted to make this your career path.

You couldn’t have chosen a better partner. Being the tech nerd that Armin was, he helped you a lot in recording your covers with the best quality possible considering the amateur camera and microphone you had.

However, the times that his presence most comforted you was when you showed him your new songs. He was always eager to see your composing progress and gave you pure honesty in his feedback, keeping in mind that he was no expert but still wanted to help you.

You always asked him for a way to return his favors, but he always said that it was his duty as your best friend to support you and that it was more than enough having you to talk about all his geek interests.

As time passed, you started to notice that you liked him way more as a friend. Without an idea of what to do, you asked Rosa and Alexy for advice. They were your closest friends apart from your crush (and you couldn’t run to him in that situation, duh)

After a dozen pro tips and date ideas from them, you decided to take Armin to the movies (basic, you knew, but couldn’t go wrong).

When you asked him if he was available Saturday night, you didn’t say properly “Hey, we’re going on a date”. Actually, you didn’t mention the word “date” at all, hoping that he would read between the lines.

And he did, because as soon as you sat and the film started, Armin grabbed your hand that was resting in the armrest and entwined your fingers. You couldn’t pay attention to what was going on screen at all and your attention was completely drawn from the movie when the boy grabbed your chin and brought your lips to his.

You only stopped kissing when the lights went on and the credits started scrolling.

“Hey…” You asked as soon as you two left the place, holding hands with him. “What was the movie about again?”

Armin laughed out loud. He teased you about it a lot before you made him confess that he didn’t know either.

A few days later, it was him who asked you out. You kept going on dates for the next week, all of them simple but interesting at the same time. However, you two weren’t dating. The whole school knew there was something going on between you two by the chuckles and timid kisses when you thought nobody saw them, but you didn’t make things official… yet. But that was about to change.

It was friday and you invited Armin over to “study” (he was sure that the afternoon would be spent between videogames and kisses, but if you wanted to call it a study session, it was okay for him).

As he comfortably sat on your bed as if it were his own, you told him to wait as you brought him some juice. When you came back, he was already grabbing his nintendo switch from his bag.

“What makes you think that we’re here to game?” You teased, handing him the glass.

“Come on, Candy, we both know that none of us are interested in learning orbital hybridization…”

“Maybe I am. I really need a good grade on those tests.” You approached him and held his jaw up so your foreheads touched. With a trailed voice, you continued. “Unless you have something more interesting to do in mind...”

Armin opened up that playful smile of his. “Oh, I do, actually.” In a quick movement that caught you off guard, he threw you in bed and started pampering you with kisses all over your face. You couldn’t stop laughing from how his hands tickled your belly, but you managed to stop him. “W-Wait, Armin!”

He looked at you, confused. “What?”

As you caught your breath, you explained that there was something you wanted to show him first. You got off the bed and went to grab your guitar that was hung up on the free wall of your bedroom.

“Did you compose a new song?” Armin deducted as you sat in front of him again, this time with your guitar in hands.

“You’ll see.” You tuned your instrument under his curious gaze. When you felt satisfied with the sound, you looked back at him. Armin didn’t miss the blush that coloured your cheeks. “I know you’d never do it, but I have to ask even so: promise you won’t laugh.”

You started playing the first chords of the song you had finished composing just a few days before. Usually, you composed simple songs that anyone could identify with, songs about friendship, inspiration, changing the world. You never wrote about your personal feelings. The notes never made you cry.

This song was special, though, because it was about him.

The day it hit you that you had feelings for him, you had the idea of writing random verses that could one day fit into a new song. After your first date, you felt so overwhelmed that, looking at the words, you decided to turn them into a song. You didn’t think it would turn into something so personal and emotional. Every note, every word, everything was clearly about him, that dorky geek you had fallen in love with.

Falling deeper every time

I can’t help but think, oh my

I’m through, but I don’t mind

Would you trade you 2D girls

For this hopeless lover

That just wants your heart?

I’ll just say that he got the message very clearly and, as soon as you finished playing, he practically jumped on you, kissing your lips with such tenderness that you almost teared up.

Of course, he asked you to be his girlfriend XD

Kentin

The first time he heard about your dream, he was still little Ken. It was one of your first days at Sweet Amoris and you two were eating cookies in the staircase. You were ranting about how sad you were that the music club was already full and you couldn’t join. Ken asked you the reason why you were so upset.

“Well… There weren’t those kind of classes in our old school. Learning how to play an instrument and sing, even during extra classes would be so cool! If I went well, maybe I’d be able to convince my dad to pay me for some private classes and then I’d be one step closer to my dream!”

“Your dream?” Ken muttered.

“Yeah! I want to become a famous singer in the future! I know that it’s impossible and even kinda silly, but-”

“No, Candy! It’s not silly at all!” Ken said. Learning more about you made him happy and he didn’t want you to think for even a second that your dream was worthless. “You shouldn't be ashamed of dreaming big. You’ll have a long, difficult path to walk through, but when you get there - and you have my word on that - I’ll be cheering for you!”

“Ken... “ You flashed your best smile at him. It meant a lot to you to have his support, he was a kind person and a very good friend (he did cross a few limits with his adoration for you, but you weren’t bothered by it). You liked being around him a lot.

-x-

“Kentin!” You threw yourself in his arms and gave him a tender kiss. “Good morning.”

Your boyfriend chuckled and held your hand, walking with you through the hallway. You talked about how your weekend had been and, between light smiles and sweet kisses, you thought of how quickly things changed between you two.

When he came back from military school, a lot of things had changed in him, including his nickname. You were facing a new person and it had been a challenge discovering Kentin and building a new relationship with him.

Even though he was a different person from before, one thing didn’t change at all and you noticed it clearly: he still liked you. Obviously he was no longer that guy who professed his feelings to everyone and followed you everywhere, he had found new ways to show you his love. You enjoyed that more mature version of him, but wished he had the opportunity to grow into a man without all the trauma he went through. You knew that most of his growth had been through suffering, and that upset you.

You didn’t know when, but somewhere into your friendship you started to grow feelings for him too. After some coaxing from Rosa and Alexy, you managed to ask him out on an official date.

The whole school already knew that Kentin was head over heels for you, but everyone was shocked to know that you loved him back as your relationship became official.

“Hey, love.”

“What?” You asked your boyfriend back as soon as you got in front of your lockers. You started looking for your books, checking that day’s classes.

“I really liked that video you posted on youtube yesterday. I never heard that song before, did you compose it yourself?”

The book you held in your hand fell to the ground. “What video?” You whispered, eyes wide.

“What do you mean, babe? That video of you singing and playing the guitar. You uploaded it yesterday night. I saw right away, you know I have my notifications turned on to all your videos. I got surprised that you decided to finally show your face and sing something of your own and- Candy? Is everything okay?”

Kentin noticed your face and got worried for you. You looked absolutely terrified.

“That video… How did you see it? I posted it as private”

“No, you didn't. It was public.” Kentin was starting to understand why you were so surprised. He put one hand on your back as you blushed and hid your face on his chest in embarrassment.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I did that! I’m so stupid! The first time I record something like that, I accidentally post it for everyone to see! Dumb, dumb Candy! Dang, now everyone’s gonna know I’m bad!”

“First of all.” Your boyfriend frowned, bringing you close to him. “You’re not dumb, you just made a mistake. And it’s okay, probably just a few people saw it. Last time I checked was before I went to sleep and it only had 20 views. But why are you so upset, Candy? Didn’t you tell me a few days ago that you were finally ready to show your face along with the covers. Did something happen to change your mind?”

“Well, I was not ready to show right away, especially not in a video that I looked terrible in. And it’s not just that. It was my first original song. I never showed it to anyone, what if it sucks?”

Kentin held your chin up and looked you in the eyes. “Candy, it doesn’t suck and you look great in the video!” You closed your eyes and snuggled close to him. “But I understand your concerns. Luckily, that can be solved if you delete the video. You’ll have other opportunities to get famous, and with better videos.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You reached for your phone and went to your youtube page. “Fu... No way…!”

Your hands trembled. Kentin was right, the video had few views (which was good). Only 50 people had seen it, but the problem wasn’t that. For your bad luck, one of those people had been Amber. You knew that because she had left three comments on your video.

AmberOfficial: lmaooooo

AmberOfficial: Thank you for the laughs. That’s hilarious

AmberOfficial: Just give up already, looser

“That girl....” Kentin grunted, looking at your phone screen. “I swear to you, Candy, I’ll make her regret this. I’ll-”

“You don’t need to, I’m fine.”

You untangled your arms from his torso and started walking away, trying your best to hide how upset you really were. Amber was right, your music sucked. You should give up on your dream of becoming a famous singer, not only because you were bad, but also because you could barely show your face to a few people without feeling like shit. You wouldn’t be able to deal with fame.

Kentin tried to call you, but you didn’t answer. He figured you needed some time alone. He could use that time to think of something to support you and get back at Amber.

-x-

You walked out of the bathroom, your eyes red and swollen from crying. You had already deleted the video, but you couldn’t stop feeling stupid for getting so upset by a few bad comments. And feeling stupid made you even more upset.

When you got to the hallway, it was empty due to classes having already started. You probably spent half an hour locked up, but at least no one would mess with you.

You went to the garden to get some fresh air and wait until the next class started. You sat at the bench, breathed in and finally calmed down a bit.

“Candy.”

You turned around, surprised to see your boyfriend. “Kentin! What are you doing here? Classes have already started.”

He just waved his hand in a “don’t worry about that” way and sat beside you. He kissed your cheek and took your hand, checking how you were. Seeing that you seemed to be more calm, he smiled lightly at you. “So… I talked to Armin. He already found out Amber’s password and he’ll hack into Amber’s youtube account. He’ll just mess with it for a bit, delete some videos and upload some random stuff. Nothing too bad, I promise, just some memes and rickrolls.”

“Hmm…” You muttered, thinking about what he said. It wasn’t right, for sure, but you didn’t feel like stopping them. You were still hurt. “Okay. Just promise you two won’t do something serious, okay?”

He agreed. You felt a bit better, but that wasn’t enough to lift your mood and Kentin knew that. That was why he also had something else prepared. "That 's not all. I did some quick search for places where you could record that music of yours with its deserved quality. You are a good composer, Candy, believe it. Your talent doesn’t have to stay hidden in a dark room with only you, a guitar and your cellphone recording it.”

“Kentin…”

“If you want to, I’ll help you rent a studio and record your song. That would be very useful for your portfolio. I know that’s expensive, but we can find ways to-” You cut him off with a kiss. He cared about you so much, to the point of skipping classes to think of ways to make you feel better. You loved your boyfriend so much…

Lucky. You felt lucky to have him.

“I love you. Thank you for taking care of me... “ You kissed his cheek, happy to have his support. That was more than enough at that moment, Amber’s words were far behind you. All that mattered was that you could go through this.

You had Kentin, and when you had him, you had your whole world holding you so you wouldn’t fall.

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idk-i-want-mcl-content · 3 years

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My Candy Love HSL boys as Conan Gray songs (Castiel ENG post)

Hi, so I wanted to make this post since a while ago, to add more content you know, talk about the songs that I have chosen for them and overall have a good time :D

As you can see, I’m going to do this only with Kentin, Armin, Lysander, Nathaniel and Castiel in the canon of highschool because they are the ones I’m more familiar with. Also, I’m going to translate this post to spanish!

We are going to start with Castiel, and if you listen to Conan and are a fan of MCL I think it is really obvious which song I’m picking.

Fight or flight it’s a song about a couple, but after one person has cheated and the perspective of the person singing is the one who’s being cheated.

We know Castiel has been cheated on by Deborah, and based on what we seen on the episodes telling his story with her, we can see that he's really resentful of her, but even if he knows she left him, even if his close friends tell him it's not the right choice to be with her again, he can't decide whether to stay or leave her, to fight or flight.

The verses that really reminded me of him are the first verse and the chorus, it starts really slow but then in the chorus there’s a really heavy guitar, it combines anger with sadness, it’s a bittersweet feeling that I think describes Castiel really nicely.

Something's gotten into you

You don't really look at me the way you used to

And I'm hoping it ain't true

Every single rumor that I've heard of you say

Say you were off with someone that I don't know

Callin' other people on your telephone

Kinda wish I didn't know

Well, fight or flight

I'd rather die

Than have to cry in front of you

Fight or flight

I'd rather lie

Than tell you I'm in love with you

My eyes are welling up as you admit there's someone new

It's my move

Fight or flight

Like, please, it almost is as if he wrote this.

I even feel like when Deborah came back, Castiel felt like time was going back and we can see that reflected in a lot of ways, but because of that I imagine he also started to recognise the way she acted before leaving him again, that moment of realization is what this lyric describes.

Other verses that reminded me of him and Deborah were:

Wish You Were Sober

I'ma crawl outta the window now

Getting good at saying, "gotta bounce"

Honestly you always let me down

And I know we're not just hanging out

Nineteen but you act twenty-five now

Knees weak, but you talk pretty proud, wow

Ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed

Take me where the music ain't too loud

I know, I know, Castiel trusted with his life Deborah before he knew she was jut using him, but it’s the same bitersweet feeling of I know you are bad to me, but I can’t leave you.

And finally we have The cut that always bleeds with:

Cause if you're gonna leave

Better leave, better do it fast

Can't live another minute

Bleeding from my back

'Cause I don't have another one

For you to stab

And I don't want to have

Another heart attack

But even though you're killing me

I, I need you like the air I breathe

I need, I need you more than me

I need you more than anything

Please, please

'Cause I could be

Your lover on a leash

Every other week

When you please

Oh, I could be

Anything you need

As long as you don't leave

The cut that always

I know it’s VERY cliché to think oh, Castiel? then let’s give him a breakup song or a cheating song, okay next one- but I feel that, you know, this song aren’t just sad, they also reflect anger, they also reflect the insecure thought, the suspicions, the toxic need to stay and the constant fight within himself to finally understand that she never was what he thought.

And maybe I’m looking too much into how the game portraied this, but we all know we don’t live in a world that is black and white and taking that into account I think what maked complicated for him to accept the FACTS was because he was also really, really, really sad.

I think that conan expresses these feelings that at first glance are not thought of as a whole, but rather as parts of the rupture that make up the whole, but this is not always the case.

#castielmcl #castiel mcl #mcl castiel #mcl high school life #mcl hsl #castielmclhs #mcl headcanon #conan gray #dear god I talked too much lol #it seems like I woul make a post for each one of them #but its going to be fun!

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67impalaandwhisky · 4 years

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Destiny Is Heaven Sent

Summary: Knowing Dean Winchester since you were fifteen, you’ve always been pulled in his direction. Always wanting to open up the rattled and broken cage your heart lives in. But when the child you’ve been raising together dies, you find yourself closing up the cage of your heart again. And if destiny has one thing for you, it’s to break you down before bringing you back up.

Characters: Dean x You, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, OFC’s, OMC’s, (Ongoing)

This Series Is Set Through Seasons 1-6 With Knowledge That The Bunker Exists

Rating: 18+

Warnings (Ongoing and Will Be Updated): Grieving, Mentions of Rape and Defilement (As Per A Case), Show Level Violence, Swearing, Smut, Impreg Kink, Blood, Fighting, Drinking, Dean Being Dean, Fluff, Angst, Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader

Warnings For This Chapter: Sexual Thoughts, Sexual Tension (!), A Break In The Case

Chapter 3.

The slam on the door jolts you awake first thing in the morning.

With a whine, you hold your head before looking at Dean who's curled around you like a snake as he continues to sleep.

"Hey!" Sam yells through the door.

You hear the small tinkering in the lock before the door comes opening up with him crouched down right before it. He gives a nervous chuckle as you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Lock picking so early in the morning, Samuel?"

"We got a new body. Prostitute just like our first victim." He says before looking down at Dean as he buries his face into your bare side.

"Me and Dean will go. Let me just get him up." You say before giving his younger brother a weak smile.

Sam shakes his head, a smile widening over his face as he closes the door shut.

You look down to your left as you blink, trying to clear your mind of all the alcohol sluggishness you feel. He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. No hardened eyes or worry lines on his forehead.

His lips are gently parted, the famous Dean stubble gracing his sleeping face.

You want to open up the cage that surrounds your heart and that's exactly why you can't.

You shouldn't want to do anything. And, maybe that's the harsh negativity in your brain but you can't see any other way around it.

Letting him in would mean you would be vulnerable. Would he be the one to protect you? He would be the one to comfort you?

He shouldn't have to.

Fuck that destiny stuff. Fuck that soulmate stuff.

But, you're frightened that there will be a time when you need him over anything else.

And it's slowly coming to that time. The time to just let out your demons and accept that you're not safe and sound if it isn't with Dean.

"Dean?" You whisper softly as you nudge him.

He groans at the call of his name, nudging his hips closer to yours and you can feel his morning erection digging into your thigh as he sniffles gently.

You've felt it before, you've felt his hips snap and jolt against you looking for the heat of your body to get him off in his sleep throughout the years.

You can feel the fresh wave of arousal washing over you like waves. Your vision tunnels as you look down at his briefs.

He must have taken his pants off after you fell asleep.

His thighs are toned and taut as they flex beneath the thin black fabric of his underwear.

Subconsciously, you lick your lips as the outline of his cock protrudes through the fabric.

You've always heard praise and moans through thin motel walls from the women he's fucked. Always moaning about how big his cock is and how it fills them so full. You always thought it was a show until now. He was packing something serious in those denim jeans of his.

You haven't been fucked in a long time. Too long if you're being honest.

You can only imagine how his perfect pink lips would feel as they drift down your body. His calloused hands rough and urgent against your warm, soft skin. How his stubble would tickle you and make your skin only that much more sensitive for him.

Your hand cards through his hair and you lose yourself for a second as you watch him.

"Like what you see?" You hear him murmur, his voice laden with sleep.

Your eyes widen, your heart begins to pick up speed at the embarrassment of getting caught.

Your hands react first, shoving him hard and fast away from you. He rolls off the bed and groans loudly as his body collides with the floor.

"Jesus Christ!" He whines as he sits up.

His eyes snap open, evergreen irises finding yours before he's rubbing the bleariness away with his fists.

"Let me give you a little lesson-," he cringes standing up before walking over to the counter and grabbing water, "if you see a hard cock, you touch it. You don't fling the person into the void." He grumbles before sipping the water.

You narrow your eyes at him, pulling the sheets over your half naked body, "Eat a dick, hot shot." You counter and he just simply smiles at the motel room floor before walking towards the bathroom.

"Relax, Candy girl. I like waking up next to you. Starts my day off right." There was no flirtatious tone to his voice, no wink. Nothing that would signify him trying to get into your pants. It brings a blush to your cheeks and neck.

You find yourself grimacing as he shuts the door.

Wearily, you get up and grab your clothes before staring at the bathroom door.

Maybe if you crack the cage of your heart open only a little bit, it might suffice. Maybe if you just let him in a little then it would take away your pain.

"We have a new body." You call to him through the bathroom door.

He swings the door wide open as he steps out and you shield your body with your clothes as he leans against the door jamb.

"Let's get ready to gank this bitch then."

You roll your eyes before shooing him away but you don't miss as his eyes drift over your almost bare legs that your clothes can't seem to cover.

His eyes flicker with mischief before retreating back into the bathroom with a sly smirk on his face.

God, if there was one thing that Dean knew it was that he was way more into you then you were into him.

Opening the passenger door to the Impala, he waits for you to step out of the hotel room.

It's very rare to see you in a pencil skirt but the times that you do have it on, it's an experience for Dean.

Your legs look so soft, your toned thighs are hidden and teasing underneath the constraining fabric, nevermind how pert and perky the globes of your ass look.

He can't help the laugh he gives as you pull down the skirt uncomfortably, trying to make it go past your knees.

Everything you do is so endearing to him.

It's almost incredible to him that you've been the person you are since he met you and growing up he tried to get into people that were so absolutely different from you.

You were sexy and confident, not overly sexual and not flirtatious at all. You were focused and did your job to the best of your ability.

He admired everything about you in your entirety so when we looked for women, he looked for everything opposite of you. No one could ever be you nor would he want them to be.

"I feel so fucking restricted, this is horrible." You complain as you climb into the car.

"You look good." He comments simply.

You watch him walk around the car, his fingers tapping rhythmically against Baby's hood. He fixes his tie and you can feel your palms become sweaty at the sight of him in the rented suit.

You decided that you would start to open your cage, just a bit. Healing starts with you, it wouldn't just get better on its own.

Dean climbs into the car before turning to you. Without a second thought, you fix his tie even better than he could have done minutes earlier.

His breath stutters as you wipe off the shoulders of his suit jacket. Eyes widening a fraction as he looks down at you.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He murmurs as he starts the engine.

"Nothing." You reply as his hand purchases behind your chair.

What is it about Dean Winchester reversing a car that's so hot? The way he angles his body towards yours, you can smell all of his scents plus the citrusy bar of soap the motel provides.

He hums to himself as he begins to back up the car. You begin to count the freckles on his face before his eyes snap to yours.

"You are really weird today." He mumbles before pushing your hair off of your shoulder and squeezing it lightly.

"Marsh wouldn't want us to fight. He loved us being together." You say certainly as you look out the window.

Dean stops the car before turning to look at you fully. His eyes were roaming over your face. Your voice seemed peaceful. Were you letting him in again? Were you making the time to open your heart up for him once more?

"Yeah...he did love us being together." He replies as he tilts his head.

You give a small smile towards the window, watching him stare at you through the glass.

"Marsh would be mad at us if he saw how we've been acting." You say as you lower the window.

The man beside you stares ahead as he clears his throat.

You were opening up. He can feel his mood lifting into something on the sweet side of happiness.

Maybe dreary clouds and terrible fights were on their way out. Maybe, you could start to be his life partner once more.

He smirks to himself as he stops at the light.

"I'm glad you see it that way. I agree." He whispers before turning up the music.

On the way to the morgue, the car ride is filled with singing and laughs. Something that's been so distant in both of your lives for quite some time.

"Can you not touch that?" Dean asks as you throw your legs up onto the dashboard.

"What's got your panties in a twist, De? I want to listen to Kansas." You whine holding up the cassette.

His evergreen irises flicker to you as he drives down the highway. You give him a wide smile, showing him your pearly whites and he smirks before grabbing the cassette.

"Fine just don't tell Sam I'm letting you pick the music." He mumbles before blasting the music as he lowers all your windows.

"WOO!" You cheer, the Indiana breeze blowing through your hair as you start to play the air guitar.

You can hear his hearty chuckle beside you as he speeds up the car.

"You're the only girl I know that is me in the female form!" Dean yells above the music as he turns the car along the highways curves.

"Maybe that's why we make such a great team!" You call back as the melody of voices carries through the air.

"We're the perfect team, Candy girl! All I need is you, me, Sammy and a six pack of El Sol!" He yells as the engine revs loudly.

Sitting in the motel room by his lonesome, Sam taps his cell phone against his temple as he scrolls through his laptop.

What kind of pissed off spirit has the mojo to do this? There's not a single haunting as far as the eye can s-

"Hello Sam." He jumps in his chair before turning to the voice of Cas as he stands before the small kitchenette of the room.

"Hi Cas. Jesus." He mumbles before carding his fingers through his long hair.

Castiel stands quietly as Sam shuts his laptop.

"Uhhh Cas? Did you come for a reason?" The taller man asks as he grabs his cup of coffee.

"Yes." The angel replies and Sam nods slowly before raising his eyebrows.

"Okay. So. Why're you here?" He asks aloud as Cas sits down at the small table.

"We have to make Dean and Y/N fall in love with each other." Sam groans loudly at his words before sipping his coffee.

"Cas, I told you. I've tried but Dean just doesn't want to hear it. He's been hearing it since he was sixteen from our dad." The taller man notifies as he rests his elbow on the table.

"We should tell Y/N." Sam narrows his eyes at the angel before laughing.

"Yeah? Do you think she would take it better than Dean?"

Cas ponders on the thought for a second before humming uneasily, "No. In fact, I think she might try to hit me for suggesting it and break her own hand in the process."

Sam gives him a thumbs up before rolling his eyes.

"They already love each other. They just have to get over the whole initial terror of being actual people with one another." He mumbles as Cas stares at him.

"Yes. But they need to do the act of love for destiny. God sent everyone a direct message, and they are just not heeding it." Sam leans forward at his admission.

"God wants Y/N and Dean together?" Sam asks loudly.

"Oh yes. It's been aware to all angels for quite some time. Right after you went into the cage."

"Well why didn't you say that before? That's kind of a big deal, Cas!" Narrowing his eyes at the vessel of Lucifer, he stands back up.

"It isn't as big of a deal as it should be, apparently. They aren't even taking this seriously." He deadpans, his voice getting dangerously low.

Sam scoffs before looking down at his phone.

"I don't know what to say. They just have to figure it out on their own." He mumbles.

"Useless." Cas says before vanishing from sight.

Sam lets out a groan before opening up his laptop once more.

"You're useless." He whispers under his breath before continuing his research.

Pulling at your skirt, you shove the doors open exiting the morgue with your best friend by your side.

"They both were pulled from the same corner, both were aspiring models that wanted to just make some extra cash to live." Dean says as he takes off his tie.

You frown before giving up at the uncomfortable fabric and groaning loudly.

"Would you stop? You look like your diggin' up your ass to find gold." He whispers as people walk by you into the building.

"Yeah well, this skirt fucking sucks! I feel trapped in a cocoon!" You bark back as you walk towards Baby.

"Your butt looks good though." He compliments calmly as he walks around the car.

"Shut up!" You admonish as he opens the door for you.

"Look! I can't even move my legs!" You complain as you try to stretch your legs, the fabric only giving way about four inches before you find your legs trying to close from the tightness of the fabric.

Rolling his eyes he unbuttons the top button of his dress shirt.

"Yeah, alright. I hear you. Let's go back and change. God, you whiner." He says, leaving your door open as he rounds the car to open his own.

Throwing your body into the car, you unzip the back of your skirt before sighing happily.

Dean looks over before his eyes widen and he grips the steering wheel tightly.

He can see the revealing skin beneath the open zipper, the gentle parting of your asscheeks below the tight fabric.

"Are you kidding me?" He complains as he turns on the engine.

"I don't feel as suffocated, leave me alone." You mutter out as you unbutton a few buttons on your blouse.

You were used to tight tank tops, loose jeans and combat boots.

His eyes falter to the soft looking skin in his peripheral again, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip before clearing his throat.

"Just wear suit pants next time. Jesus." He says as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"Let's go change and get a beer. I'm thirsty." You tell him as you lower your window.

His head turns to watch you while he stops at a stoplight as you angle yourself out the window. The globes of your ass press tightly together as you fix yourself comfortably in the seat.

Running his large hand over his face, his bottom lip tucks between his teeth.

You don't even know how sexy you are. You don't even care. That's what gets him so hot and bothered when he's alone.

"Light's green." You comment as you look at the autumnal leaves on the trees.

God, what if he could just wrap his big hand around your waist and tug you into his lap. Pull you over the middle console of Baby and grip those sexy cheeks between his fingers.

So fucking pert and per-

"The light's green, idiot." You tell him as a car honks behind him.

Sticking up his middle finger, he abandons his wildly horny thoughts to drive down the road.

"So are we getting beers?" You ask as you sit properly in the passenger's seat.

"Oh yeah. I need a drink." He murmurs, turning up the music loud.

"Yeah well we need to be quick about this. Another victim seems to be coming up." You say as you sit down in the booth of the dive bar with your two best friends by your side.

Throwing your legs over Dean's lap, you watch as his hands immediately grip them tugging you closer to his body on instinct as he sips his beer.

"There's not a single haunting in this town of Missouri." Sam whispers as the waitress comes over.

"Hey guys! Can I get you another round?" She asks, her eyes immediately wavering to the older brother as she pushes some hair behind her ear.

It doesn't quite bother you as much as you would think. Dean's been getting pussy since you both met.

"What do you want?" He asks you, his thumb drifting over the leather of your thigh high combat boots as he ignores the waitress.

"Whisky and coke." You say as you look through the documents Sam has printed from a nearby Staples.

Dean leans closer to you and you freeze, your eyes flitting to Sam. You can feel your heart begin to beat faster, can feel your breath stuttering in your throat.

"You have an eyelash." He mumbles as he picks the lash off of your cheek.

Pulling back he holds the eyelash on his index finger in front of your face before turning to the waitress.

"I'll have what she's having. Sammy?"

"Same." He murmurs suppressing his smile as you narrow your eyes at the younger brothers.

The waitress smiles, "Three whisky and cokes coming up. You want your drink extra strong, handsome?"

Dean clears his throat as he pushes his empty beer bottle farther away from himself.

"Whatever you're giving my girl is good enough for me." He says calmly.

You wish that things would just fall into place, for the pain to go away and for your heart to be soothed and open once more.

You blow the eyelash off of his finger before leaning back in the booth.

"She's your girlfriend?" The waitress asks, pointing at you with her pen.

You don't dignify a response as you stare at the pages of information on the victims. You're used to Dean turning the flirting into his nightly pleasure within a few minutes.

"My wife, actually." Dean says before he finishes off your beer and grabs some papers on the case you're working.

Sam smiles widely before finishing his beer and you roll your eyes, suppressing the smirk your face just naturally wants to give.

Her smile falters as she grabs the empty beer bottles before nodding.

"Lucky girl." She says and you snort before looking up at her.

"You don't know the half of it." You deadpan, earning a loud laugh from the younger best friend on your right.

Dean doesn't even watch her walk away, he plays with the laces of your boots as you continue to rifle through the papers.

"She was pretty." You comment as you turn your attention to him.

He looks up from your boots just to shrug, "Not in the mood."

His brother lets off a low whistle as he leans his shoulder against yours, "Dean Winchester isn't in the mood? Has the world ended?"

You giggle at his joke while his older brother grimaces.

"Shut up." He mutters.

"Here you go. Three whisky and cokes." The waitress says as she begins to take them off the tray.

"Thank you swee-" He stops himself short before looking at Sam, who gives him a teasing smile as you put down the two photos of the victims on the table.

"Oh my Gosh. Those are the victims, aren't they?" The waitress whispers quietly as she leans against the booth.

"You know them?" Sam asks as he pushes his hair back.

"Of course. We haven't had murders or prostitutes for a long time around here." You sit up straighter, pulling your legs from Dean's lap.

"A long time? Online it says you never had any." You ask, tilting your head.

Dean sips his drink, staring at you instead of the waitress.

It's cute when you become interested in information, the way your shoulders straighten and your neck sticks out just a tad.

"Well yeah. The mayor probably doesn't want people to know that his grandmother was actually a prostitute. Or so they say." You hum intrigued as you pick up your drink.

She notices how keen you are and continues to speak, angling her body towards you.

"Apparently back in the early nineteen hundreds, there were prostitutes on that very corner. The mayor's grandmother being one of them. There was a guy named Morley Rosmund that had sex with one of the women from the corner behind his wife's back and she got pregnant. When he told her to get rid of it, she ended up killing him. She had sex with him first and then put his body through a woodchipper. Only up to his pelvis though and then she left him. Since then, all prostitutes have been disappearing on that corner for years." You nod at the story, your eyes flickering to Dean as he shakes his head with a wry chuckle.

"And no one talks about this?" Sam asks as she stands back up.

"You just need to talk to people that do know the tale, I guess." She says with a shrug before nodding to a group of people that call her from the other side of the bar.

"Well I'll be damned." Dean lifting his glass.

"Cheers." You say before clinking glasses with the both of them.

"Guess I'm putting on a dress tomorrow." You mutter as you write down the dead man's name.

"Can't wait to see how uncomfortable you get with that." Dean jeers with a laugh as he picks your legs back up and puts them on his lap.

Raising an eyebrow, you watch as he strokes the leather of your boots.

"It's comforting." He mumbles before finishing his drink with one large gulp.

Yeah, it is comforting.

Forever Dean Tags: @akshi8278

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shadowywerewolfqueen · 4 years

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Rock and Roll

For Suptober Day 11

Castiel Novak walked into the vintage music store and looked around. The walls were covered in famous album covers, guitars, autographed pictures, and more. He had expected boxes of records and CD’s crammed haphazardly on tables with paper signs telling customers what was in each box. Instead, the walls were lined with bookshelves, the records clearly displayed alphabetically by artist and then by album title. The floor of the store was filled with rows of wooden shelves, all the records and CD’s neatly organized, once again, grouped alphabetically by artist and album.

Music was drifting through the store and Cas smiled when he saw a jukebox in the far corner. He started singing along under his breath to “Stairway to Heaven” as he perused the shelves. The store had every music genre a person could want. There was a section for rock and roll, for country, for rap, hell there was even a bluegrass section. Cas made a beeline for the rock section, hoping they had the Queen record he was searching for.

Cas was looking through the vinyls when he heard footsteps approaching him. He didn’t look up, assuming it was another customer looking at the merchandise. He was startled when a deep voice said, “Hey there, anything I can help you with?”

Cas dropped the record he had been holding back into the slot. He took a deep calming breath before turning around and staring into the most gorgeous verdant eyes he had ever seen. A charming smile, hundreds of freckles, and a day’s worth of stubble accompanied the beautiful eyes. Cas swallowed dryly as he continued to stare at the man.

“Um, are you gonna answer me or keep ogling me?” the man asked with a smirk.

Cas felt his cheeks heat up at the man’s words. He chewed on his lips for a few seconds before finally stuttering, “I’m s-s-sorry. I di-didn’t mea-mean to.”

The guy broke into a light laugh. “Dude, it’s cool, I’m just messing with you. Seriously, it’s a total boost to my ego to know that even guys in fancy tax accountant garb can find me attractive.”

Castiel glanced at what he was wearing: a blue Armani suit and tie, Brioni dress shirt, Louboutin shoes, and his favorite tan Burberry trench coat. He realized just how out of place he looked in the music store. If only his parents could see him in such a place, they’d probably have a heart attack.

He anxiously fiddled with the belt of his trench coat. “I know I must come across as some snobby, stuck up, spoiled rich kid. I might be a rich kid but I assure you I’m not snobby or stuck up. It would be my parents who force me to dress like this since I work for their insurance company. They said if they are going to allow me to be CEO of this branch, then I have to dress the part.”

The man leaned against the shelf as he appraised Cas. “Well, you definitely come off as some big hot shot. I mean your whole outfit probably cost more than what my store makes in two months. At least you don’t seem to have the arrogance that usually accompanies those kinds of clothes.”

“If I could leave my parents’ company, I would. Believe me when I say I hate my job and I hate how even when I’m thirty years old, they still control nearly every aspect of my life. If they caught me in a place like this, they’d probably threaten to disown me,” Cas explained, disgust in his voice.

“So, if you hate that they control you, don’t let them. You hate your job, so quit. You hate the clothes you wear, quit wearing them. Do what makes you happy; it is your life after all,” the man said as if what he proposed was really that simple.

Cas scoffed. “That’s easier said than done.”

The guy shrugged. “If I did it, I’m sure you could too.”

“What?” Cas asked, his mouth dropping open.

The man let out a short laugh. “Yeah, my old man always wanted me to go into the construction business like him. For a while I did because I wanted his approval more than anything else. But I hated it, so I finally told him I was done and was going to follow my dream of opening my own record store. I don’t make as much money and he hasn’t talked to me in years, but I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I realized I only get one life, so why live it hating every minute of it.”

Cas thought about what the man said. He looked at the store owner. “You know what, you’re right. It’s my life and I should do what makes me happy, not what makes my parents happy.”

The man reached out and clapped Cas on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit. So, what would make you happy right now?”

“Finding the Queen album I’m looking for and taking you out on a date for beer, burgers, and pie,” Cas said, feeling bold.

“A rock and roll fan and a burger and pie lover! Dude, you’re a man after my own heart,” the owner exclaimed. He held his hand out, “I’m Dean by the way. I would love to go on a date with you, but only if you can go in something a little more casual. I don’t have anything near as fancy as that anymore.”

Cas shook Dean's hand and said, “Nice to meet you Dean. I’m Castiel, but you can call me Cas.” He glanced at his clothes again before looking back at Dean. “I might have a couple pairs of jeans and a few t-shirts hiding in my closet. Can I keep the trench coat, though? I’m rather fond of it.”

Dean chuckled and it lit his whole face up like the blazing sun. “Sure Cas, since you love it so much. Now, let’s find that album so you can go home and change and then we can have that date!”

Cas had never been so glad to go looking for a rock and roll album!

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naitiaclo960writings · 4 years

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Day 16 - Switch it up!

Anyone who had ever had the opportunity to share a meal with the Winchester brothers knew that they had undeniably simple tastes. As sons of hunters and hunters themselves, of course, they had grown up and lived most of their lives on the roads, leaving very few opportunities for relaxation or even cooking. They would stay a few days, complete the case, save lives, then drive across the country and start all over again. However, in the many motel rooms they had crossed until then, Dean had nevertheless learned to handle things in a kitchen. He had had to feed himself and his younger brother when their father was gone several days or weeks, hunting monsters in another state and left them a roll of bills on the night table for the most part. Of course, they were not rolling in money. But Dean had always managed to find something to satisfy his brother and he was not too proud of it.

If many thought that Sam was the smartest of the two —which Dean pretended not to be offended by— very few knew that Dean was actually the best cook. Admittedly, some of his creations had not always been successful, such as those marshmallow nachos that Sam seemed to like when he was 8 years old. But he could nevertheless boast of his superb homemade hamburgers, pancakes or even of his talent for pies: apples, cherries, blueberries, pecan… he tried everything. He also knew how to concoct this famous tomato-rice soup that Mary Winchester made for him with love when he was sick, holding this recipe from her own mother, before singing "Hey Jude" to him until he fell asleep. This same soup that John had tried to reproduce for years afterwards by always adding too much salt.

However, the recipe of their childhood that Dean has always taken the most pleasure in redoing was undoubtedly the "Winchester Surprise". It was the only dish, apart from the soup, that Mary cooked on her own for her children when she was still alive. In addition to these two recipes, Mary had always proved to be a poor cook from what their father had told them. Dean didn’t know then where his attraction to cooking came from, but he wasn’t going to complain about it. He and Sam had tried to recreate the comfort of their home hundreds of times trying to reproduce the Winchester Surprise and it was the first dish they had made in the bunker kitchen.

Dean never ran out of ideas to try to improve the recipe, making it more exotic or richer depending on the desires. He had made Castiel taste it when he became human and he had caught a cold, seeing him shivering in a blanket in the bunker all day long. To hear his friend’s groan of satisfaction when the food had passed the threshold of his lips was the best reward.

Today, he had no particular excuse to do the Winchester Surprise, he was simply bored and had just come back from the grocery store. Sam had gone to clear a vampire nest with Eileen and would probably be back tonight, Castiel had gone off to do some business in Heaven and Jack and Charlie had gone to the cinema to see the latest Disney movie. He had the kitchen to himself.

Also, Dean didn’t wait any longer to plug his phone into a small speaker and put a Metallica playlist on that soon resonated in the room. He had all the ingredients he needed and mouths to feed when they came home tonight, what more could he ask for? He started whistling quietly to the rhythm of "Fade to Black" and opened the refrigerator in search of onions, grounded meat and slices of cheese. He caught pickles and some other condiments. Once all this was laid out on the central island, he closed the fridge and went to search in a cupboard for buttermilk biscuits and corn chips, which would be the main garnishing. Finally, he seized a gratin dish and some utensils before returning to the central island.

Dean felt good and light, it was that special feeling that he felt every time he went into a new recipe. He knew that this unique satisfaction of having created something that would please his family would follow and it was really gratifying to know that his food would be eaten tonight. Sam would probably roll his eyes with tenderness while Jack and Charlie would rush to the table like the walking stomachs they were. Eileen would sign him a simple "thank you" charged with gratitude and Castiel would still give him this look full of a special affection that he always reserved for him. With that in mind, Dean got to work.

Maybe he’d come back to the bases today. After all, the Winchester Surprise in all its splendor was above all made to warm the hearts of those returning home from a rough day. He didn’t have to seek something too original today. Dean began: he scattered the cookies across the bottom of the baking dish before sautéing the onions in a frying pan. Quickly, he added the meat and let it rest for a few minutes while listening to the guitar solo which was in full swing in the speaker. Afterwards he added his condiments and stirred.

He had made this recipe so many times that he could have done it with his eyes closed. When everything had simmered to his liking, Dean poured the mixture into his baking dish and covered it with slices of cheese. Satisfied with his decoration, he finally slipped the dish into the oven before closing the door and turning the thermostat up. He programmed an alert on his phone 5 minutes before the end of the cooking to add the corn chips and sighed with satisfaction before catching the part he feared the most: the dishes.

That night, Sam and Eileen returned from their hunt in one piece just after Jack and Charlie returned. Castiel was the last to enter the bunker, a tired, but relieved to be home expression on his face. Everyone found the table set in the library, a rather rare thing in short, but everyone knew what it announced. And as Dean had predicted, each one went with his own reaction as they sat down at the table.

"Thanks mum." Sam gently laughed at him when Dean served him a piece, and Dean replied with a middle finger and a smile on his face.

Castiel, as usual now that he had become an angel again, did not hesitate to eat, but took the time to analyze each molecule with curiosity. Finally, Dean sat down with a full plate and looked around. His family chatted happily while filling their bellies and he could not feel more at home than now. Hell, he loved to innovate in the kitchen, even though he always ended up going back to basics.

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This is such a short one that I didn’t cut it. I hope I made a good interpretation of today’s word, I admit I struggled with it a little. I hope you enjoyed it anyway, tomorrow’s word should be as light as this one!

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mycandylovefanatics · 4 years

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Muted Desires

Word count: 2k

Genre: Angst?? Maybe idk lmao

Warnings: Very, very mild NSFW at the end. Nothing you have to hide in your bedroom to read

This is based off of episode 4 of MCL University Life. I wasn’t happy with the way the game portrays his attitude towards us, and our candy just sitting there and taking it. I wanted to add a little more... idk detail to it and why he reacts the way he did? I also wanted to see this from his perspective. Anyways this is my first full oneshot that I’ve written in YEARS so please don’t judge, and feedback is always much appreciated <3

FYI:I do NOT normally do these so don’t request them, if you thought i took forever to get headcanons out then...

Also BIG thanks to my friend @mdme-sora for helping me with the title and being grammar police for me lololol love you girl!

Castiel plays the first few notes of the band’s opening song. He can hear the screams and shouts from behind the curtain as he drags his fingers over the strings of his guitar. The volume from the amp causes his ears to ring just a bit, but after performing so many times he’s used to it. He continues the same tune while the other members of the band join in, one by one until the different rhythms form into one. The screams get more impatient as they wait for the band to reveal themselves, but more specifically, him to reveal himself. The other instruments become silent as he plays the last few notes and the curtain finally rises. A moment of silence, and the crowd is silent with them, until he finally turns around to face the jam packed bar room. He steps up to the mic and introduces the band, not that the introduction was much needed in the first place. The crowd erupts into another fit of screams and cheers as the band starts singing the lyrics to one of their most well known songs. The crowd begins to sing along and dance to the beat, putting a faint smile on his face, unnoticeable by most people. He starts to walk around the small space on the stage and soon enough, Castiel finds himself slipping into that familiar trance that he always fades into whenever he performs. He drowns himself in his music, scanning the crowd but not actually taking them in, not actually seeing them. Nothing can break his focus-

Until his eyes land on you. He can feel his eyes widen and his heart begins to thump so hard he swears it might rip out from his chest. His breathing hitches and he almost fumbles the next line of lyrics, before he catches himself. Your eyes meet, but only for a split second as he forces himself to look away and regain his composure, focusing on a group of squealing girls directly in front of him. Why were you here? When did you get back? Had you been back for long? So many questions run through his mind at one time. The room is suddenly way too warm, his mouth is way too dry and he would want nothing more than a cold glass of water. Scratch that, an ice cold glass of beer. Luckily for him, the current song does not require him to have his hands occupied with his guitar. He takes off his jacket and tosses it to the side of the stage, hoping to alleviate some of the heat but nothing comes of it. It takes every bone in his body to not look at you again. Part of him questions whether or not that was actually you, but he knows. He would recognize those eyes in a sea of people any day.

Suddenly he finds himself wanting this concert to be over sooner than later, and it seems like forever until the final note to the last song of the night plays out. He says his normal ‘goodbye and thank you’ speech while his eyes scan the room for you. He catches a glimpse of your head walking towards the bathroom. The line is long, he notices with relief, which should give him plenty of time to have a quick chat with his band mates and mentally prepare himself to talk to you. He tries to remember the last time you two had spoken. What was it, four years ago now? You guys had kept in touch for a few weeks after you broke up, but eventually you both knew that you couldn’t keep going like that. The daily texts turned into weekly, the weekly turned into monthly and then soon enough, the monthly turned into…never. He feels his heart ache at the memory, but pushes the feeling away almost immediately. It’s been four years, why is he still wallowing in his feelings? Surely you didn’t feel anything for him anymore, so whatever feelings he did have were pointless. At least that’s what he tried to tell himself.

He’s talking to his band mate, Devin, when he notices you’ve come out of the bathroom. You’re making your way to the bar, and Castiel cuts his conversation short. “Hey, I’m gonna stay back and talk to an...old friend for a bit, I’ll catch you guys later.” Before Devin can respond, he’s walking off towards you. You’re pushing your way through, almost to the bar when he grabs your wrist, keeping his grip firm to keep you from going any further. You turn around with wide eyes, clearly not expecting him to be the one grabbing you. His heart starts beating again, but he forces his nerves back down and looks you in the eye. “Hi,” he says. That’s it. He wants to slap himself for it, but then again what else CAN he say?

You’re at a loss for words but force out a hesitant “Hel... Hello.”

“I didn’t know you were back in town, you didn’t tell me,” he says.

Your eyebrows raise up at this. “I haven’t had the chance to… And besides-”

He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence and before he can even stop himself. “No need to make excuses.” He says it a little more coldly than he means to. Or maybe he does mean to, he’s not sure. You start saying something but he cuts you off, again surprised by the sudden brashness in his tone. “So you show up to one of my concerts without saying anything and you didn’t think I’d notice?”

“What? No, it’s not that at all, I just-”

“I noticed you in the crowd during the concert,” he says. You look shocked that he noticed you in the first place, he smirks a bit. “I know there were a million people here tonight but you don’t blend in very well when I’ve known your face for years.”

You’re about to say something when a group of fan girls suddenly surrounds you. He can see the mixture of annoyance and amazement on your face, and he lightly grabs your wrist again. The feeling of your smooth skin makes his breathing hitch for a second.

“Let’s go somewhere a little less crowded.” You let him pull you towards the back of the bar, into a small broom closet. He left the door slightly cracked to allow air to flow in. People were passing by, employees, but they didn’t notice the two of you standing in there.

You looked at him for a moment, as if you were taking in the way his face had changed over the years. And it had, his jaw was more defined, his eyes seemed more intense. You felt a small wave of nostalgia though, as you realized his hair had stayed the exact same length and color from when you’d last seen him. When you first met him. You smiled up at him.

“I’m glad to be seeing you again, it’s been a while.”

He scoffs, “Glad to see me but didn’t bother telling me you were back in the first place.”

Your smile falters at this, and for a split second he feels bad. He doesn’t want to make you feel guilty yet for some reason he can’t stop his bottled up anger from spilling out. He isn’t expecting you to respond with the same snappiness, though.

“And what the hell was I supposed to say? We haven’t spoken in four years but yeah, it would have been totally not weird for me to suddenly get back in touch overnight only to say ‘Hey, I’m back in town’?” You roll your eyes and continue, “Especially after the way we left things, you KNOW it’s not that simple.”

His chest tightens at your response. He knows all too well that you’re right, but he doesn’t want to admit that. He just looks at you with that same glare he would give you whenever he was pissed off.

“You’re right actually, you’re the one who left. I guess you wouldn’t be coming back for me.” He desperately wants to tell himself to just shut the hell up, to just stop talking but he doesn’t.

“Is that what you wanted? Me to come back for you?” You ask. He knows your question is well placed, but he tries to deflect it.

“Pfft, seriously? You leave for years and then waltz back in here expecting me to be available just like that? Waiting nice and sweet for you?” He knows he’s stretching your words but he does this because he knows deep down, you’re right again. Maybe he did want you to come back for him, maybe he did want you to say how much you’d missed him.

“That's not what I meant and you know it,” you say. And he does know it.

“Hm, okay little girl…” His heart thumps as the words come out of his mouth before he can stop them. He plays it off like he means nothing by it, but he can’t deny the warm, yet painful feeling he gets when he remembers the way he used to call you that when you were together. He takes a deep breath and gives you his signature smirk. “How about we wipe the slate clean and start over?”

You nod your head and quickly change the topic. “Well, looks like your music is really taking off. I never imagined you’d be so famous that we’d have to hide just to have a normal conversation.”

He looks off to the side. “Yeah, that’s one of the many costs for fame. But, this is our hometown, where we got started so we’re more well known here. It’s not like this everywhere.”

You notice he seems to be uncomfortable with the topic so you change it again. “Well either way, you sounded great up there. You’ve definitely come a long way since we were in highschool.” He laughs, a real laugh this time, “I would hope so! I was only just getting started back then, and now I’m actually seeing how things are done. It helps to have some pretty good band mates as well.” You smile, he seems to be really happy with how far he’s come. You knew it had been his dream, and seeing it come true for him made you proud.

While you were glad to be conversing with your old friend, or maybe lover is a better word, you remembered that Chani was waiting for you, and you glanced towards the door. He notices how you look a bit anxious.

“If you’re bored just say so.”

Your eyes snap back at him, eyebrows raised again. “N-no it’s not that, it’s just, I came here with someone.”

His heart clenches again, and he can’t stop himself from asking. “Are you on a date?” The question is none of his business, he knows that. But he wants to know anyway.

“Oh, no definitely not,” you are sure why you put emphasis on ‘definitely’. “I’m here with a friend from school, her name is Chani.” He feels relief in his chest, and peeks through the door. He wants to keep you here, wants to keep talking to you. But he feels like he’s about to explode, and it’s suddenly way too hot again. He ends the conversation.

“Well, looks like the crowd has died down. I’m going to go get a drink, I could really go for a beer right now. I’ll see you around.”

And with that he leaves you in the closet by yourself. He walks to the bar and sits on one of the stools, immediately getting attention from a few girls still lounging in the bar. He orders his choice of beer, chugging it as soon as it’s in his hands. Normally he’d be packing up his equipment and getting into bed as soon as possible, but tonight he knew he was gonna need more than a good night’s sleep to process what had just happened.

He entertains the blonde woman by his side, who is trailing her finger up and down his arm, tracing his tattoos. She was saying something about his performance, no doubt saying something about how good he looked up on stage. He had heard it all before, but that’s not why he was zoned out. His gaze shifts past the blonde’s head, and sees you walking towards the exit, Chani, he assumed, by your side. It was as if you could feel his eyes boring into your back because just as you were about to walk through the door, you stopped and turned. Your eyes met once more that night. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking, though he desperately wished he could. Your eyes stayed locked like that for what felt like eternity, before you continued your way out the door once your friend got your attention again. As per request, the bartender gave him another beer bottle. And another, and another. The woman on his arm luckily, doesn’t notice how he’s not listening to a word she’s saying. His clouded mind is focused on you and you alone. How much you’d changed, how you looked so different but still the same. The way your voice still went up a pitch when you got irritated. How your eyes would crinkle whenever you’d laugh. The way that no matter how many people were in a room, his eyes would always find you. Just like they did tonight.

He downs his last beer as if it were water, and stands up from the bar. He drapes an arm around the woman, who he can’t for the life of him remember her name, or if she had even told him what it was in the first place. He leans against her and whispers in her ear, “Why don’t we go back to my place?” And without hesitation, she accepts. They stroll out of the bar together and walk back to his place, as it’s only a few blocks away. He hurriedly opens the door and pushes her through it, kissing her in a slightly drunken haze, not waiting a second to start discarding articles of clothing. He can feel her touching him, he can feel his hot skin melting with hers, and he feels good. But as he’s running his hands up and down the curves of her body, sucking and licking on her neck while she pants in his ear, he can’t help but to wish it were you instead.

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deancascore · 3 years

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D’yer Mak’er. deancas. 1.1k. (ao3)

inspired by this textpost

The next song on Dean’s playlist makes Cas look up.

It's a warm Sunday afternoon, and the kitchen has a reddish-orange hue to it brought about by the sun. Dean had the choice of picking any house he wanted now that they’re in heaven, and what he chose is a two-bedroom bungalow in central Nebraska. It’s small, cozy. The front porch is surrounded by plants that Dean made Cas choose when they first moved in.

Castiel adores the place.

The kitchen is where they’re situated now. Cas, on the island bar, sitting on a stool reading a battered copy of some book Dean swears by, and Dean, standing in front of the stove with his back turned to Cas. He can stare at Dean like this all day.

You don’t have to go

The first few notes of the song are groovy, the type that would make you move your shoulders up and down, which is exactly what Dean has started doing. Cas couldn’t really see what Dean is placing in the giant pot in front of him, but he knows that Dean is making chili, and he’s been at it for about ten minutes now.

All those tears I cried

Baby please,

Dean turns around in a little dramatic twirl, wooden spoon held like a microphone.

Don’t go...

He’s mouthing the words now, walking slowly around the kitchen island towards Cas.

When I read the letter you wrote me,

it made me mad, mad, mad

Cas knows what is happening; Dean does this often. The first time Dean gave him a little performance to a Bruce Springsteen song, Cas was a stuttering mess. There is something about Dean’s dancing that riles Cas up in a way that Dean thoroughly enjoys, and Dean is not afraid to capitalize on it. There was one time when Dean straight up gave Cas a lapdance to The Lemon Song and that, well, ended with more than just a lapdance.

When I read the words you told me,

it made me sad, sad, sad

Dean puts on the most dramatic faces during these little performances. He clutches at his heart and scrunches up his eyes as if he was in actual pain. He's enjoying this, obviously.

But I still love you so,

I can't let you go

I love you,

Dean crowds up Cas' space and growls.

Oh, baby, I love you

He dramatically falls to the floor, head landing on Cas' lap, eyes closed, hands grabbing Cas’ thighs.

Oh,

Every breath I take,

Baby please,

“Dean, your chili might burn.” Cas cradles Dean’s face as Dean snuggles in closer to his lap. He looks ridiculous, Cas thinks. I love him so much.

Don't go

Ay,

Dean replies with a petulant hmph, and proceeds to pick himself up off the floor. Cas lets go of him with a pang of disappointment, which doesn’t last long because instead of walking back to the kitchen counter, Dean walks a few steps backward instead and starts doing (and Cas had to look up the term for this particular dance after Dean did it the first time) body rolls.

It hurts me to my soul

Dean’s dancing is both obscene and hilarious. He hikes up his shirt, and Cas gets a peek of his soft abdomen.

Darling please,

Don't go

Cas knows what that abdomen feels like under his touch, has traced the patterns laid out by the brown freckles above Dean's belly button, has settled his head right on that abdomen countless times. If these experiences were supposed to make Cas blush any less though, then they weren't working.

I still love you so,

I can't let you go

I love you

There was a time when Cas would have used his grace to dampen down the oh-so-human reaction of having his face heat up upon seeing Dean's skin, but Cas doesn't have to, because now, he can afford the glee of human pleasures, blushes and all.

Dean saunters right back into Cas' space again, this time sliding his hands up Cas' thighs, breath sticky near Cas’ ear.

Oh,

Baby I love you

"Come on," Dean whispers over the music, hand reaching out to take Cas’. Cas takes Dean's arm with no hesitation, hoisting himself off the barstool, placing his book on the chair as he stands up.

The guitar solo raves on in the background as Dean pulls Cas close, burying his head on the crevice between Cas' neck and shoulder as he slowly wraps his arms around Cas’ waist. Cas curls his arms around Dean, and suddenly, they’re dancing together. It's jerky, a combination of Cas having never danced before in his life and the music not being necessarily made for slow dancing, but they make do.

Robert Plant starts singing words again, and Dean sings right along with him. Dean’s breath tickles Cas’ neck, and it was then that Cas realized why the song sounded so familiar. Cas unwraps his arms around Dean and lets his hands settle on Dean’s shoulder instead.

“This song is in the mixtape you gave me."

Dean’s face goes from concerned, to confused, to amused in no time. “Yeah, not so subtle, aren’t I?” An impish smile is plastered on his face. “Do you like it?”

Cas nods his head. “They’re very good at guitar, Dean.”

Dean guffaws at that. A deep, hearty laugh. Cas sees the crow lines on Dean’s eyes, and he has to remind himself that he has had Dean every which way to Sunday now. He’s been above him, below him, inside him, curled up on his side. His years of pining, of telling himself that just the mere act of wanting is enough, are over. Now, he gets to have Dean, the beautiful, righteous man, and damn it if he doesn’t want to have Dean like this forever, standing before him, laughing his heart out, Cas’ hands roaming up and down his chest and shoulders. There is a sweetness in between them, a sweetness that they could have never afforded before, a sweetness that Cas thought he could only dream of, a sweetness that makes Cas’ heart burst. Dean is staring right into him with eyes of pure glee, pure happiness, pure contentment. Cas does nothing but reciprocate.

A hissing sound on the kitchen counter forces them apart as the song fades out to an end. The chili is boiling over, and Dean has to rush back to control the damage and clean up the mess. Cas walks back to his stool, glowing pink with adoration. He picks up his book and goes back to reading, or at least tries to. He just finds himself staring at Dean while Dean curses at the spilled chili on the counter.

They stay like this for a few more songs, Dean preparing their late lunch and Cas watching him do so. That is, untilYou Shook Me All Night Long comes up, and Dean puts on a little show for Cas once again.

#decided to post this here anyways #my fic #deancas #destiel #spn

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deansmyapplepie · 4 years

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The Masterlist

Last Updated: 10/23/20

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Supernatural:

(Last Updated: 10/09/20)

Who We Are: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Sam, Dean, and the reader are locked in the MOL bunker with Lady Bevell. Based on S12 E22. (Season 12 Spoilers!, sweet!Dean, protective!Dean, protective!Sam, protective!reader, badass!reader, mentions of sex, slight fluff)

[Status: Completed]

You’re Always Worth My Favorite Shirt

When the reader is severely injured after a hunt, Dean stays with her until her last breath. (angst, reader death, worried!Dean, protective!Dean)

Green Eyes

Dean escapes the devil’s trap in the dungeon, causing panic throughout the bunker. Based on S10 E3. (Season 10 Spoilers!, angst, demon!Dean)

Happy Birthday, Baby

When Sam and Dean are away on a hunt, it leads the reader to believe that they have forgotten her birthday. (fluff, implied smut, proposal, sweet!Dean)

Our Song

On Dean and the reader’s anniversary, they recount memories of how they ended up together after a bad fight. (fluff, angst, break-up, proposal)

He Was Right

After hearing stories of how John used to treat the boys while raising them, the reader goes to give him a piece of her mind. (angst, mentions of emotional abuse)

Sleepless Nights

The reader can’t sleep, so she takes a walk in the bunker, only to find herself at Dean’s door. (angst, nightmares, sweet!Dean, fluff)

Only You Series

When a man who left the reader six years ago suddenly reappears on her doorstep, she does everything she can to stop herself from falling in love with him all over again. Little does she know that his seemingly brief return will open an entirely new chapter for both of them.

[Status: Completed]

Together

Sam and Dean Winchester are still grieving from the loss of Castiel, and reeling from Mary being stuck in apocalypse world with Lucifer. With all hope going down the drain, the reader offers a shoulder for the boys to lean on. (Season 12 Spoilers!, angst, fluff, angry!Dean, depressed!Dean)

A Father’s Blessing

A nervous Dean goes to the reader’s childhood home to ask her father for her hand. (proposal, nervous!Dean, sweet!Dean)

Trick or Treat!

After years of hunting, the reader, Dean, and Sam are able to retire. The world is finally safe, allowing them to all live a normal life and enjoy Halloween night. (husband!Dean, father!Dean, mother!reader, sweet!Dean, Halloween, trick or treating)

Finally

Sam goes with the reader to the bar after a hunt. She has a little too much to drink, resulting in a drunken confession to Dean. (slight angst, drunk!reader, sweet!Dean)

Bad Moon Rising

The reader and Dean watch each other’s backs on an intense hunt. After Dean is almost killed by a werewolf, the reader makes a confession. (implied smut, fluff, angst, badass!reader)

Pancake

The reader is a professional volleyball player trying to get to nationals, and Sam and Dean are in the stands cheering her on. (athletic!reader, volleyball, very slight fluff)

Play it Again

On a day in the bunker, the reader overhears Dean in his room playing guitar and is surprised by just how talented he is. (Dean singing, Simple Man, Dean playing guitar)

What a Douche

Sam, Dean, and the reader are enjoying their weekend off at a bar. But when a man raises his hand against a woman, the reader steps in to save the day. (protective!reader, protective!Dean, chivalrous!reader, chivalrous!Dean)

Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner

When Sam goes comatose, Dean stays with him at the hospital, leaving it up to the reader to take care of him. (comatose!Sam, hospital, worried!Dean, worried!reader, sweet!Dean, angst)

Between Timelines

Dean enlists Rowena’s help to use a spell that allows him to go back in time and see the reader before she meets an untimely demise. (reader death, mentions of death, angst, sad, bittersweet ending)

You Bring Out the Worst in Me

Crowley asks the reader, a demon, to spy on the Winchesters and keep him informed. While she is living with the boys, Dean turns into a demon. (Season 10 Spoilers!, demon!reader, sexual innuendos, suuuuper dark and sexy vibe)

A Little TLC

The reader suffers from issues of self-hate, and although she is getting better about it, she still has her bad days. Luckily, she has Dean to help her feel better. (self-consciousness, self-hate, sweet!Dean, fluff, comfort, light-hearted humor)

All That Matters Is You’re Okay

On her way home from a grocery run, the reader gets into a car accident and ends up in the hospital. When she wakes up, all she can think about is how upset Dean is going to be about his car. (wounded!reader, protective!Dean, worried!Dean, car accident)

Tiny Dancer

The reader is taking a drive after a long week when a handsome stranger in the car next to her starts singing along with her to the radio. (Tiny Dancer, cute, some humor, brief encounter)

Keep Talking

When Dean’s life is on the line after a rough hunt, the reader takes it upon herself to make sure Dean stays awake. (wounded!Dean, concerned!reader, protective!reader)

More Than Sex

After so many blind dates gone bad over the past two years, the reader finally decides to give up on her love life. That is until she meets a man by chance in the men’s restroom. (sweet!Dean, blind dates, bad dates, mentions of sex)

Precious Moments

When Dean is having a rough night with his thoughts, the reader is there to comfort him. (emotional, fluff, comfort, emotional hurt, bittersweet)

Beat Them at Their Own Game

The reader, a rival hunter of Sam and Dean, makes it a personal goal to solve the boys’ cases before they can. (hunting, irritated!Dean, amused!Sam)

Gut Instinct

One night, the reader is closing down the store where she works when suddenly, she is attacked by a demon. Of course, none other than Dean Winchester comes in to save the day. (protective!Dean, stranger!Dean, flirting, demon)

Plus One: Part 1, Part 2

Dean goes with the reader to the wedding of one of her old friends. On the drive home, they have a serious talk about what the future holds for them. (wedding, sweet!Dean, engagement)

Seeing Double

In order to keep Chuck from suspecting that they’re searching for the Occultum, the reader and the Winchesters are forced to use the alternate universe versions of themselves as a diversion. Based on S15 E13 (Season 15 Spoilers!, AU!Sam, AU!Dean, AU!reader, confused!Sam, confused!Dean, confused!reader)

Under the Weather

For the past few days, the reader has been really sick. Dean takes care of her. (sick!reader, sweet!Dean, fluff)

Stress Relief

The reader sees her ex with the girl he left her for, and she gets a little pissed. When she’s taking out some of her frustrations on Dean, the conversation takes a sexual turn that she hadn’t been expecting. (smut, dom!Dean, angry!reader, rough sex)

The Rescue

When Dean and the reader are on a hunt together, Dean dies because of a warlock’s hex bag. When the reader finds him dead, she has to perform CPR to bring him back. (angst, dead!Dean, panic, reader saves the day)

Fateful Encounter

The reader has a dream involving a strange green-eyed man that she’s never met before. So, when she meets him and suddenly realizes that she knows his name, it becomes clear that the man had the same dream. (mystery kinda?, confused!reader, confused!Dean)

Jealousy

The reader has to flirt with a man to get information for a case, and Dean doesn’t like it one bit. (jealous!Dean, irritated!Dean, frustrated!reader, awkward!Sam)

What Could Still Be

Several years after the reader has left Dean, she is filled with regret as her best friend informs her that she cheated herself out of happiness. As fate would have it, though, Dean walks into that very bar. (angst, heartbroken!Dean, sad!Dean, ex!Dean, guilt)

The Kiss

When the reader’s ex-boyfriend reaches out to her, she has to convince him that she has a boyfriend. He asks for a picture as proof, and Dean just happens to be around. (asshole ex-boyfriend, steamy, shirtless!Dean)

(Last Updated: 10/02/20)

Loud Arguments

After the reader saves Sam’s life on a hunt, they get in a fight, resulting in Sam saying some things he doesn’t mean. (slight angst, drunk!reader, angry!Sam, slight fluff)

Please Don’t Leave Me

Sam and Dean allow the reader to go on a hunt by herself, and it doesn’t end well. (angst, sadness, grief, reader death, engagement)

When We Start to Live Series: Part 1, Part 2

When Sam is drunk one night, he confesses his feelings to the reader, leading to a relationship neither one of them was expecting.

[Status: Discontinued]

Sleep-Deprived

Lately, Sam hasn’t been sleeping, and it’s putting everyone on edge. He mistakes the reader for an intruder when she comes home after a night at the bar with Dean. (slight angst, paranoid!Sam, worried!reader, fluff)

Night Off

Sam decides to take the reader out for a surprise birthday dinner after they didn’t celebrate her birthday. (shameless flirting, implied smut, sexual innuendos, sweet!Sam)

Hotel Impala

When there are no open rooms in the motel, the Winchesters and the reader have to stay in the Impala for the night. (fluff, slight mention of sex, Impala)

Without Me

Sam starts drinking demon’s blood again, and the reader decides that leaving is going to be the best thing for him. (demon blood, angst, not a happy ending folks)

Complications

The reader sits alone in the bathroom as she waits on a pregnancy test. (pregnant!reader, protective!Sam, angst)

Lost Time

When facing an unusual monster, Dean calls the reader (Sam’s ex) for help, much to Sam’s dismay. (ruga-wolf, nerd!reader, sweet!Sam, protective!Sam)

Late-Night Research

While doing some research for a case, the reader falls asleep in the bunker’s archives. Sam comes down to check on her and finds her sleeping. (lil bit of fluff, cute!Sam, tired!reader)

Closure

Sam comforts the reader as she goes through the loss of a close friend. (angst, loss of a friend, heartbreak, comfort)

Near-Death Experience

The reader goes on a hunt alone, and it’s been a while since Sam or Dean heard from her. After she almost dies, Sam confesses his feelings for her. (angst, confession of feelings, protective!Sam, wounded!reader)

Perfect

For a long time, the reader has struggled with body issues. When she starts to feel bad about herself again, Sam is there to lift her up. (body insecurities, self-consciousness, fluff, triggers, anxiety)

Bad Decisions

After a night of dancing (and a little bit of drinking), things start to get hot and heavy between Sam and the reader. (almost sex, making out, dancing)

Lean On Me

After choosing to become a hunter, the reader leaves her family behind in order to keep them safe. After discovering the last remaining member of her family has died, she finds herself in the bunker’s library in the middle of the night. (angst, anxiety, grief, comfort)

Going Under

On a very cold hunt, the reader falls in a frozen lake, and has to fight for her life. Luckily, Sam knows just how to warm her up. (hurt!reader, near-death experience, worried!Sam, protective!Sam, drowning, hypothermia)

KO’d

Worried by the fact that the reader isn’t at the bunker when he gets back from a hunt, Sam follows her to Wyoming. (worried!Sam, unconscious!Sam, comedy)

Take Me to Church

After hours of researching, the reader is feeling hopeless. Sam knows just how to get her mind off of it. (smut, humor, cunningless)

Feelings For You

The reader wakes up hungover, not knowing where she is, and with a certain Winchester in bed next to her. Unfortunately, she can’t remember anything about the night before. (naïve Sam, oblivious!Sam, mentions of smut)

Speechless

Posing as the FBI, Sam and Dean go to the reader’s apartment to ask her a few questions. Sam is caught off by her beauty and finds it hard to concentrate. (awkward!Sam, subtle flirting, shy!reader)

The Colt

After being in disrepair for so long, the reader finally takes it upon herself to try and fix the Colt. Sam (Season 12 Spoilers!, sweet!Sam, badass!reader)

Musically Inclined

Sam, Dean, and the reader investigate the case that brings them to Supernatural the Musical, and Dean is surprised to find out through the stage interpretation of their lives that Sam and the reader have been sleeping together. Based on S10 E5. (confused!Sam, confused!reader, irritated!Dean, implied smut)

Five More Minutes

The reader is tired from overworking herself. When she sleeps through her alarm, Sam has to wake her up, scaring the bejesus out of her in the process. (sweet!Sam, fluff, sexual innuendos, stressed!reader)

She’s Got This

When Sam hears the reader scream during a hunt, he assumes the worst. Little does he know, though, that she’s more than got it covered. (worried!Sam, protective!Sam, badass!reader)

Remembrance

After Sam leaves Stanford without a trace, his girlfriend at the time, the reader, dedicates her life to a fruitless search of looking for him, only for him to reappear fifteen years later, when she’s finally given up. (Stanford!Sam, Stanford!reader, emotions, angst, hurt)

Pizza Delivery

Between running on almost no sleep, being reminded that kids aren’t in the cards for her because of her hunter lifestyle, and dropping her pizza down the stairs, the reader is having one hell of a night. (exhaustion, slight angst, sweet!Sam)

Close Call

The reader drowns on a hunt, and Sam has to perform CPR to bring her back. (near-death experience, worried!Sam, emotions)

(Last Updated: 10/23/20)

Demon-Killing Arrows

When Dean decides to blow off the reader’s plan, she has to save him, and ends up doing so in the most badass way possible. (slight angst, mild flirting [if you squint really hard], badass!reader)

Saving People

When the reader saves Dean from being killed on a hunt, he begins to question her recklessness, leading to the revelation of her true emotions. (angst, anxiety, depression, slight mention of suicidal thoughts, feelings of helplessness, trigger warning)

Three Years Later

Several years after being saved by the Winchesters from a nest of vampires, the reader has become a hunter, and calls Sam and Dean for their assistance on a case. (protective!Dean, protective!Sam, badass!reader, Djinn)

Rock, Paper, Scissors

After helping the Winchesters on a hunt, the reader teases them about buying her a drink next time. (flirting, teasing)

Long Way From Home

After Michael took off in Dean’s body, spirits are low. When driving home from investigating a dead-end lead, the reader attempts to cheer Sam up with some music. (Season 14 Spoilers!, angst, feelings of helplessness, slightly depressed!Sam)

Post-Hunt Therapy

After a long hunt goes awry, the reader is looking forward to a night in with her ice cream, only to discover that Dean has already eaten it. (angry!reader, ice cream, nervous!Dean, comedy)

I Promise

In the midst of an anxiety attack, one of the brothers is there to comfort the reader. (angst, anxiety, panic attack, trigger warning)

The Time of My Life

The reader doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day and Dean doesn’t understand why. When he finally hears her reason, the brothers plan a surprise to cheer her up. (slight angst, sweet!Dean, sweet!Sam, Dirty Dancing)

Blueberry Pancakes

The reader and Dean work together to make pancakes, but when a small argument gets in the way, a food fight breaks out. (food fight, Sam’s bitch face, arguments)

Unfinished Business

The reader is Ketch’s twin, and goes with him to Save the Winchesters from the agents after them. Based on S12 E8. (Season 12 Spoilers!, British Men of Letters, British!reader, slight violence)

What is to Come

The reader is a reaper assigned to keep an eye on Dean Winchester. Over time, the two have become close friends. One day, on a bad hunt, the reader has to make a decision of whether or not to intervene (against orders) and save Dean’s life. (gender neutral!reader, reaper!reader, slight violence)

Unexpected: Part 1, Part 2

When Sam gets knocked out on a hunt, Dean has to come save the day. Little do they know that the woman who captures Sam isn’t even the demon they’re after. (badass!reader, reader knows nothing of monsters, protective!Dean, irritated!Dean)

Home

The reader is feeling lonely when her two favorite Winchesters come to save the day and remind her that she’s part of their family. (the end, comfort fic, sad)

Without a Scratch

When a case goes wrong, it’s up to the reader to evade the cops while making sure the impala goes unharmed. (speeding, police chase, risky driving, protective!Dean, Baby)

Who Doesn’t Love Karaoke?

Dean is drunk and singing karaoke, and Sam and the reader are responsible for getting him home. (drunk!Dean, irritated!Sam, slightly irritated!reader)

There’s Something About Y/N

After all the time spent hunting with Sam and Dean, the reader still doesn’t have an anti-possession tattoo. Unfortunately for her, a talisman is the only thing protecting her. (possession, possessed!reader, protective!Dean, protective!Sam)

A Daughter’s Revenge

On a tragic night, the reader loses her entire family to a rogue pack of werewolves. She readies herself for revenge as she relives the memory. (angst, family death, grief, violence)

Dinner Time

Sam and the reader are both trying hard to get Dean to eat better. unfortunately, he isn’t very willing to give up his burgers and fries. (grumpy!Dean, comedy, healthy eating)

Hocus Pocus

When the boys need to summon a demon, Rowena gives them a spell to do so. When nothing happens, Sam and Dean are confused at first, but then they realize that they’ve summoned something else. (goddess!reader, confused!Sam, confused!Dean, comedy)

Stolen Goods: Part 1, Part 2

The reader (Dean’s ex) constantly steals Dean’s clothes thinking he never notices. What she doesn’t know is that Dean has been snooping through her room looking for them. But when he finds something else, all hell breaks loose. (irritated!Dean, irritated!reader, embarrassed!reader, amused!Sam, stealing clothes, fanfiction within fanfiction, I’m making fun of myself)

[Status: Completed]

Fright Night Mini-Series:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

On Halloween, the reader is in for much more of an interesting experience than ever before. (slight angst, Halloween, mystery, werewolf!reader, werewolf cure)

[Status: Completed]

Sleeping Beauty

Cursed by a witch, the reader is slowly being killed through what seems to be a sleeping curse. (Season 15 Spoilers!, angst, protective!Sam, protective!Dean, reader death)

Out of Her Element

When the reader is somehow placed fifty years in the future, she has to learn to live a new life and leave her old one behind. (married!reader, time travel, heartbreak)

Movie Night

Sam and Dean are in trouble, and it’s up to the reader to save them. unfortunately, they were after an arachne, and the reader has arachnophobia. (arachnophobia, movies, badass!reader, protective!reader)

Breaking and Entering

After a long day at work, the reader comes home, ready to catch up on sleep. She’s awakened in the early hours of the morning, though, when someone breaks into her house. (awkward!Sam, scared!reader, tired!reader, baseball bat)

Midnight Snack

Sam, Dean, and the reader all find themselves unable to sleep. When Dean finds out that the reader replaced his pie with cheesecake, though, he isn’t too happy. (cheesecake, humor, tired!Sam, tired!Dean, tired!reader)

Reckless Abandon

After a risky choice to save a boy’s life on a hunt, Dean gets angry with the reader for being too reckless, which causes the reader to reveal that she once had a sister. (angst, arguing, angry!Dean, irritated!reader)

Jailbird

The reader is awakened one night to find that Dean has been arrested, and he used his one call to call her. Unfortunately, things get complicated for two reasons: 1. their somewhat complicated past, and 2. the reader is a police officer at the station where Dean is being held. (irritated!reader, pissed!reader, cute!Dean, humor, Dean gets punched)

A Drink With a Friend

Grieving for their lost friend, Sam and Dean honor the reader’s last wishes. (dead!reader, sad!Dean, sad!Sam, grieving, bittersweet)

Grief

After the death of Sam and Dean Winchester, the reader has become an empty shell, and stopped taking care of herself. She runs from Castiel to avoid her grief, but he eventually tracks her down to bring her home. (grief, sad as FUCK, worried!Castiel, protective!Castiel, angst, sad, emotional hurt)

(Last Updated: 07/31/20)

Don’t You Dare

When the reader is fatally injured on a hunt, she agrees to let Billie reap her, so long as she is given time to say goodbye to her brothers. (sister!reader, angst, reader death, sadness)

Hunter In Training

Wounded on a hunt she attempted to work solo, the reader’s brothers had to come rescue her. After seeing her so close to death, they become incredibly overprotective. (sister!reader, protective!Sam, protective!Dean, wounded!reader, comedy)

The Talk

A young reader is along on a hunt with her two brothers, who are after a dragon. When the hunt is over with, Sam and Dean try to figure out why the dragon didn’t try to take her along with the other virgins. (sister!reader, protective!Dean, arguments, sex talk, comedy)

Just Visiting

After a hunt gone awry, the reader asks her brothers if she can stay with them for a while, all while trying to avoid telling them that the police are hot on her tail. (irritated!Dean, protective!Sam, brotherly love)

Helicopter Brothers

Sam and Dean finally agree to let the reader take on a hunt on her own. She’s excited to finally show them that she can handle herself, but when she realizes that they’ve been spying on her, she is not happy. (protective!Dean, protective!Sam, worried!Dean, worried!Sam, irritated!reader)

Lay ‘Em Out

While on a case, the reader is sexually harassed in a bar while she is with her older brother Sam. When things escalate, he has to intervene, but the reader eventually knocks the guy out. (possible trigger warning, protective!Sam, badass!reader)

(Last Updated: 12/24/18)

Our Tree

The reader enjoys a quiet Christmas Eve in the apartment she shares with Jensen. (fluff, cute, dancing, sweet!Jensen, Christmas Eve)

(Last Updated: 01/09/19)

Blooper Reel

It’s a normal day on the set of Supernatural. The reader is trying to get through a serious scene, and J2 won’t stop horsing around. (joking around on set, bloopers, J2)

(Last Updated: 04/08/18)

You Are Not a Monster

When the reader is struggling with her first transformation under the full moon Stiles helps her to change back. (slight angst, fluff, confession of feelings, werewolf!reader, sweet!Stiles)

#masterlist #active post #I update this as I go #:)

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When Words Fail, Music Speaks

You were working what you thought was a routine hunt to clear out a vampire's nest. The members had been terrorizing the locals, picking them off one by one. This time, though, your intel said they had grabbed a family, parents and their eight-year old daughter. The father was driving down the road, and they were captured when they happened to stray too close to the vamps' nest.

Dean had the accelerator mashed to the floor, trying to get to the family as quickly as possible. When you got to the location, you counted four vampires standing watch outside. You, Sam and Dean did a quick weapons check before going in, making sure your blades were sharp and that you had syringes of dead man's blood on you.

Sam went first, taking out two vamps, one after the other. You engaged the third one, slicing its head clean off. Dean took out the fourth one and you all silently moved downstairs into the main nest area. As you made your way through the building, the metallic smell of blood was almost overpowering.

Your eyes swept left and right, keeping watch for the parents and child you hoped to rescue. In a glance to your left, you saw the father, mother, and eight-year-old girl hanging on a rack. Tubes were coming out of their arms and connected to bags that held their blood. You walked up to the father, checked for his pulse and found none. You moved to the next body, that of his wife, and no luck there either.

You checked their daughter, and found a faint pulse. While you were setting her free, Sam and Dean were clearing the rest of the nest, about six more vampires. They ran to your position after they were done, and you informed them that the daughter was still alive, but barely. Dean scooped her up and started up the stairs back to the Impala.

On your way out, you sent a prayer to Castiel to meet you by the car, that you desperately needed his healing help. As requested, Cas was waiting for you when you all got out. He pressed two fingers to the child's forehead and stretched out with his grace to try and heal her.

Cas bowed his head. "I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. This child is already gone," he stated.

"No, try again, Cas. You've got to do something, she's only eight years old, give her a chance!" Dean exclaimed.

"I cannot bring this child back, but I will take care of her from here. I can assure you that her soul has gone to Heaven, as did the souls of her parents," Cas explained.

"Well, that's just peachy, Cas. This child should be worrying about nothing more than getting a skinned knee falling off of her bicycle, not...." Dean trailed off.

You gently laid a hand on Dean's arm to try and comfort him a bit. "Dean, we got here as quickly as we could. You couldn't have driven any faster," you said.

He shook your hand off of his arm. "Yeah? Well, small comfort for this kid who won't get to grow up and do all of the things she's meant to do with her life," Dean retorted. "Let's go."

You knew by the tone of Dean's voice that it was an order to get in the car, not a suggestion. You exchanged a look with Sam before getting into the back seat. You both knew that by the way this hunt ended, things were going to get pretty tense around the bunker. Hopefully, things would turn around before too long.

The ride back to the bunker was a quiet one. Dean didn't put any of his cassettes in and didn't seem interested in speaking to anyone about anything. He made a stop for gas once, and since you weren't sure if he'd stop again, you got out and used the facilities.

Sam was filling up the Impala's gas tank when you came out of the convenience store. You leaned against the Impala and looked up at the younger Winchester. "Sam, I'm worried about Dean. This one seemed to hit him pretty hard," you started.

"Yeah, especially since a kid was involved. Even though there was nothing more he could've done, he's going to keep beating himself up about it," Sam remarked.

"I guess all we can do is be there for him when he is ready to talk about it. Which will probably be around a quarter to never-o'clock," you replied. "I wish there was something I could do to help him," you added.

"If anyone can get through to him, I'd put my money on you," Sam said.

"Really? Why me?" you asked.

"You're persistent without being pushy. I can tell that you care about Dean, I mean, you two are best friends. I think you are coming from a place that's more than friends, though. You love him, don't you?" Sam inquired.

"What? Sam, don't be silly. I....I....Oh, I give up. You're right, I do love him. It tears me up to see him do this to himself. He knows we can't save everyone, and I realize that's a bitter pill to swallow for all of us. Yet he blames himself for everything that went wrong, most of which was out of his control.

"All we can do is make the best effort to save as many as we can. The people we save? Their lives go on to touch other people, who in turn affect others and so on down the line. I think that's our legacy, and that's what I want to help Dean remember," you finished.

"Truer words were never spoken. Like I said, I'm putting my money on you being able to get through to him," Sam smiled and gave you a wink.

By this time, Dean came walking out of the convenience store with his bag of snacks for the road. "Ain't you done yet putting gas in?" he grumbled. Sam gave your shoulder a quick squeeze before you got back into the backseat. He replaced the fuel nozzle on the pump, refastened the gas cap on the Impala and resumed his place in the front seat. Dean started the car and drove the rest of the way back to the bunker, again, in silence.

You woke up when the Impala rolled into its parking space in the bunker garage. Dean abruptly got out of the car and headed for the bunker door. He was halfway down the spiral staircase by the time you had gone through the door. You watched as he briskly walked through the War Room and to his bedroom. You jumped when you heard him slam his bedroom door.

As you slowly walked to your bedroom, you didn't notice that Dean was coming down the hallway at the same time on his way to the showers. Just before you ran into each other, you stopped and moved to the side. Only problem was, Dean moved to the same side, which left you still blocking each other's path. After a couple more attempts to dodge each other, Dean put his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place. He then walked around you and continued on his way to the shower without a word.

Once you got done with your shower, you wandered into the kitchen to fix dinner for the three of you. Meat loaf, mashed potatoes and baked beans were comfort foods for you, so you thought it might help bring Dean at least part of the way back. In your meat loaf mix, you added some onions and bacon bits along with all of the other usual ingredients.

While the meat loaf was baking, you got to work peeling some potatoes. Before you got started, you put your headphones in your ears and opened the music app on your phone. Music had always been a part of your life. When you were younger, your mother told you stories of how your grandpa used to play his guitar and sing for people. Singing had always been your escape. Didn't matter what kind of music, even if it was the jingle for a commercial, singing made you happy.

Dean walked into the kitchen to grab something to drink. When he got to the doorway, he saw you standing at the sink, peeling potatoes. You were singing "Walking After Midnight" by Patsy Cline, and were swaying your hips in time with the music.

For Dean, your voice seemed to bring the song to life, about a young woman searching for her lover under a starry night sky. And oh, what your swaying hips were doing to him. He thought about what it would be like to hold you in his arms and dance with you. He would gaze into your honey-and-green colored eyes and be mesmerized. Your sweet smile would lead him to capture your full pink lips with his own and melt into their softness.

You turned around to grab a pot to put the peeled potato chunks in and gasped in surprise at Dean standing in the doorway. You turned off the music and yanked the earbuds out of position. "Sorry, Dean, I didn't see you standing there. Is there something you need, something I can help with?" you asked.

He came in, yanked open the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. "No, thanks, I don't need anything," he answered gruffly. "How much longer before dinner anyway?" he snapped.

"I think about another 45 minutes, give or take," you answered. "I'm making mashed potatoes and baked beans to go with the meat loaf," you informed him.

"Fine, I'll be in my room," he grumbled as he walked back out of the kitchen. You finished peeling the potatoes and preparing the baked beans in silence. The music could no longer comfort you at the moment.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dean chose not to join you and Sam for dinner that night, but you fixed him a plate he could heat up later. Even after all that work, though, you found that you really didn't have much of an appetite. You were concerned about Dean, with how closed off he was emotionally and isolating himself in his room. You didn't feel much like eating with all that was on your mind.

The next morning, you took out the eggs and bacon to start making breakfast. You noticed the plate that held Dean's dinner from last night was in the sink. Good, you thought. At least he got something to eat last night.

You cracked eggs into a bowl, separating the whites for an omelet for Sam and put the extra yolks in a bowl for Dean's omelet. You added spinach, mushrooms and some onions to Sam's omelet, while you put onions, ham, and green peppers in the one for Dean. You had added cheese to both omelets and were just finishing plating them when the boys walked in. You added a few slices of bacon to each plate, then set them on the counter.

"Wow, this looks great, thank you for making breakfast," Sam smiled in appreciation.

"What's in this?" Dean asked.

"I added onions, green pepper, ham and chee--" you started.

"I never asked for green pepper, when have I ever asked for that in my omelet?" Dean snapped.

"I'm sorry, I've made other things for you with green pepper before, and you never said anything," you replied.

He shoved the plate away from himself and grabbed some bread for toast. "Well, that doesn't mean I want it mucking up my eggs, now does it?" he sneered.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I'll remember that for next time. Excuse me," you said as you left the kitchen.

"Dean! That was uncalled for! She made you a nice breakfast and all you can do is find fault. Now, I know you're probably still stinging from what happened on the last hunt--" Sam started.

"Sam, don't even THINK about going there! It was MY responsibility to get that girl out alive after those vamps got to her. I should've driven faster, left sooner, SOMETHING. She shouldn't have died, Sam!" Dean thundered.

"I know, Dean, she shouldn't have. I know you blame yourself, which you shouldn't. But you're also taking it out on your brother and your best friend. We're the people that love you and care about you the most," Sam froze as he realized at that moment that he may have accidentally let your secret slip out about your feelings for Dean. Fortunately, Dean didn't seem to notice because he stormed off to his room, but not before taking his breakfast with him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

After you finished the breakfast dishes, you called out for laundry to be done. Sam took his to the laundry room, but Dean had yet to do so. You knocked on Dean's door and asked him for any clothes that needed to be washed. He told you he would take care of it and to leave him alone. You told him you would give him 10 minutes to gather his dirty clothes or you would come in and do it for him. A few minutes later, he opened the door, shoved a basket full of dirty clothes out, then slammed the door. Sighing, you picked up the basket and headed for the laundry room.

As you stood up, you felt a little lightheaded. You nearly dropped the basket of Dean's clothes, but you closed your eyes and leaned up against the wall until the dizziness subsided. Once you had regained control, you took Dean's clothes to the laundry room to start them in the washer. You put the washing machine on a heavy-duty cycle, because you were certain there were shirts with blood stains on them from some time ago.

You went to your room to get your book, then you changed your mind. You were going to try and talk to Dean and see if he would open up to you about how he was feeling. Sam seemed to have confidence in you, so you decided to give it a try. You walked over to Dean's door and gently knocked. At first he didn't answer the door, so you tried knocking again. As your knuckles were about to connect with the door, Dean yanked it open, glaring at you.

"What do you want?" he demanded.

"I'd like to talk to you about something that's been bothering me, if that's all right," you started.

"Why don't you go and talk to Sam about it, I'm kind of in the middle of something," he answered.

"Please? Dean, you're my best friend and I'd really like to talk to you about this," you tried again.

He rolled his eyes, but stood back to let you in the door. You waited for him to find a seat on the bed, then you sat next to him. "So, what is this all-important thing you had to talk to me about and not Sam?" Dean retorted.

"I've already talked with Sam about it. I told him how worried I am about you," you explained.

"Oh, come on! Not you too," Dean grumbled. "I'm fine, I just want to be by myself right now, okay?" he growled.

"No, Dean, it's not 'okay'. You sit in your room all day, you come out for meals maybe, and I'll bet you haven't showered yet today," you huffed.

"So, we're not going anywhere, are we?" he snapped.

"No, but that's not the point!" you exclaimed.

"Then what is the point? Please make it so that you can feel like you've accomplished something and I can get back to communing with myself," he ranted.

"That's it. I've tried to be nice, Winchester, but I'm tired of you pushing me and Sam away. We're the ones who care about you and love you, and we can forgive, but even we have our limits," you retorted. Taking a deep breath and trying again, you said, "Dean, it hurts my heart to see you do this to yourself. You know we can't save everyone, because you've told me this on so many occasions. You also can't blame yourself for everything that went wrong."

On a softer note, you continued, "I wish you would let me in to try and help you, Dean. You don't have to be the strong one all the time. What I told Sam when we were outside of the convenience store is this: All we can do is make the best effort to save as many as we can. The people we save? Their lives go on to touch other people, who in turn affect others and so on down the line. I think that's our legacy," you finished.

Dean sat quietly for a moment before responding. "Look, I appreciate you coming in here and trying to fix whatever you think is wrong with me, but it's not your place. I've got to work through this in my own way. Now, if you'll excuse me," he gestured towards the door.

You got up from the bed and stomped out of Dean's room. As you walked down the hall, you felt a searing pain in your head, but you kept walking. You were passing through the library when you spotted Sam on his laptop. "You were wrong, Sam. I tried, but I couldn't get through to your brother," you said as you winced at the pain in your head.

"Hey, are you okay? You look a little pale," Sam asked.

"I'm fine, Sam," you said as you got that lightheaded feeling back again. You were having trouble keeping your balance so you leaned against the table for support. You took two, maybe three steps towards Sam then you saw the floor rushing up to meet you and your world went black.

Sam raced over to your side, trying to get you to wake up. "Dean!" he called out. "I need your help!"

Dean rounded the corner to see you passed out on the floor and Sam kneeling beside you. "What the hell happened?" he demanded.

"We were talking, then all of a sudden she passed out. Just before she did, I told her she looked a little pale," Sam explained. "Do you know when the last time was that she ate anything?"

"I didn't see her fix herself an omelet this morning, but didn't she have dinner with you?" Dean asked.

"No, she put stuff on her plate, but just kind of picked at it. She didn't really eat much, if anything last night. I know she didn't have any breakfast either, come to think of it. At least not what we had," Sam mentioned.

Your eyelids fluttered and opened to see a worried Sam and Dean hovering over you. "What happened?" you mumbled.

"You were talking to me, then you passed out. When's the last time you ate much of anything?" Sam asked.

"I had some beef jerky when we stopped for gas, but other than that...." you trailed off, looking around.

Dean took both of your hands in his and looked into your eyes. "Honey, come on. You know you have to take care of yourself, which means eating something on a regular basis," he started.

"Really, Dean?" you retorted as you pulled your hands away. "You? Going to advise me about taking care of myself? You've been holed up in your room since we got back from that hunt. You snap at anyone trying to reach out to you or give you a chance to open up. I care so much about you, and I love you so much that it hurts me to see you do this to yourself. So, do me a favor, Dean. The next time you want to lecture me about taking care of myself? Don't," you snapped. You hastily scrambled to your feet and stumbled towards your room.

Dean stared after you for a few minutes, not knowing quite what to say, but knowing you were right. "Well, that was both barrels. You might as well let me have it too, Sam," he stated.

"I don't think I can improve on that. She summed it all up quite nicely. Although, I think you missed an important part of what she said, though," Sam smirked.

Dean ran back through your speech in his mind. When he got to that one particular part, he jumped to his feet, his eyes landing on Sam's face. "Wait. She loves me?" he asked incredulously.

"It would appear so, Dean. The question is, how do you feel about her, and what are you going to do about it?" Sam posed to Dean.

Dean took a moment to consider his feelings about you. The two of you were best friends, had been for years now. You have always been there to support him and frequently give him a shoulder to lean on. You could almost always make him laugh with your silly voices and lame jokes. You were patient with him and he knew you never have given up on him, and never would. Everything you did was done with your whole heart, there usually was no halfway with you.

Then....seeing you in the kitchen the other day when you were making dinner, he thought a little deeper. When you were listening to your music, you were so into what you were doing, you seemed to forget about the world around you. The way you were swaying your hips to the music made him want to take you in his arms and be your dance partner. Your voice was like an angel, bringing the lyrics to life for him. And those lips....he knew that once he touched his lips to yours that he would be ruined forever for all other women.

Dean got a huge grin on his face. "I know what to do now. Thanks, Sam," he said as he bolted from the room to put his plan into action.

You were sitting on your bed, feeling really stupid and scared, considering what happened earlier in the library. You thought that you probably pushed Dean completely away, driving him further into isolation. Also, any shot you might have had with him was likely gone now, especially after everything you said to him. All of a sudden, you could swear you heard a guitar and singing. You opened your door to find Dean standing there with his guitar, serenading you.

Angel Eyes by The Jeff Healey Band

Girl, you're lookin' fine tonight And every guy has got you in his sights What you're doin' with a clown like me? It's got to be one of life's little mysteries

So tonight I'll ask the stars above How did I ever win your love? What did I do, what did I say To turn your angel eyes my way?

Now I'm the guy who never learned to dance Never even got one second glance Across a crowded room was close enough I could look but I could never touch

So tonight I'll ask the stars above How did I ever win your love? What did I do, what did I say To turn your angel eyes my way?

Don't anyone wake me, if it's just a dream 'Cause she's the best thing ever happened to me All you fellows, you can look all you like But this girl you see, she's leavin' here with me tonight

There's just one more thing that I need to know If this is love, why does it scare me so? Must be somethin' only you can see 'Cause girl, I feel it when you look at me

So tonight I'll ask the stars above How did I ever win your love? What did I do, what did I say To turn your angel eyes my way?

"Hey," Dean said softly with that heart-stopping smile of his.

"Hey, Dean," you returned. "Your guitar playing and singing were beautiful," you remarked shyly.

"May I come in?" he asked. You nodded and after he entered your room, you closed the door behind you, leaning against it.

"Dean, I---" you started.

"Wait, I have something to tell you first. You were right. I wasn't being fair, and you were only trying to help. I just get so focused on what went wrong and blaming myself, that I forget about the huge amount of good that we do. Promise me that you won't ever give up on me? That you'll keep trying to get through to me no matter how much I might push you away?" he implored.

You looked at him with unshed tears shimmering in your eyes. "Never, Dean. I'll never give up on you, as long as you don't give up on yourself," you replied.

Dean gently set his guitar down on the bed and crossed over to where you were still standing by the door. His rough, calloused hands cupped your face as he swiftly and tenderly captured your lips with his. As your mouths moved together, your lips parted just enough to let his tongue slip in to tango with yours. You started to get that lightheaded feeling again, but this time it was from Dean's amazing kisses, not from lack of food.

When the kiss was broken so that you could both catch your breath, Dean looked at you and smiled. "I was right," he said.

Puzzled, you asked, "About what?"

He caressed your face as he explained. "I knew that the moment I kissed you that I would be ruined forever for other women," he said softly.

"Good thing, because I believe you've ruined me forever for other men," you replied huskily.

"Here's to our mutual ruination, then," Dean grinned as he dove back in to claim your mouth as his. "I love you so much," he said between kisses.

"And I love you, Dean," you returned.

#dean winchester #deanxreader #dean winchester x reader #spn fanfiction #spn fluff #spn imagine #supernatural

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deathsteel · 3 years

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30 Day Fanfic Challenge

Prompt #29 - Anxious

There’d been a lot of reactions from his family and friends when he told them he was applying for the show.

Shock. Optimism. Disbelief. Laughter.

All similar things that Dean had felt when he’d drunkenly been filling out the online application to be a one of the contestants on the next season of The Bachelorette. And then he felt them again when he got the email that the producers wanted to talk to him more. And then again when he got the final call saying that he’d been chosen.

He’d felt that same cycle of conflicting feelings over and over so many times throughout this whole thing that it was a wonder he could feel anything at this point.

But now as he strode up to the frankly obscene mansion where he would be staying for the next eight weeks, Dean only had one feeling fluttering under his ribcage. Anxiety.

He’d shunned the gimmicky intro props that the producers had tried to foist upon him; including waving off his own guitar when it was suggested by a particularly plucky redheaded intern. No, he’d seen those intros from contestants on other seasons of the show and he didn’t want to be remembered for dressing up in a chicken costume or singing a cringey ditty to the person whose heart he was supposed to be vying for. Surprising even to Dean, he wanted to make a good impression.

He wanted this stranger to like him. Hell, maybe more eventually. Because Dean’s biggest secret was that he was a romantic at heart and he hoped like hell this stupid gamble paid off.

As he rounded the bend on the walkway towards the mansion’s front door, a large ficus was all that blocked his view of the person waiting for him. Dean paused to straighten the jacket of his dark maroon bespoke suit and smoothed a hand back through his hair one more time. He also felt more than saw the camera zoom in on him as he took one last steading breath before striding forward with a smile on his face.

He saw the camera for sure when his steps faltered as he noticed that the Bachelorette he’d been expecting to be waiting for him was a Bachelor instead. And suddenly the producers’ interest in the fact that Dean had drunkenly written “Bi as fuck!” on his application in the blank for sexual preferences made a lot more sense. But hey, it was true and this was all about taking chances so Dean was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Especially not a gift horse who was wrapped in a fitted royal blue suit of his own complete with a waist coast that made Dean want to shake the hand of the suit maker. Dark hair, bright eyes, and a sinful mouth made the anxious butterflies in Dean’s stomach perk right back up as he he reached the spot where the intended object of his affections waited for him.

“Hi,” Dean said, his own smile growing when he saw the amused, mischievous smirk the other man was giving him. “I’m Dean.”

“I”m Castiel,” the Bachelor said, leaning in to give Dean a quick hug which afforded Dean a whiff of the woodsy cologne the other man was wearing. “Thanks for coming.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” Dean replied earnestly, grinning madly. “Even though I’m crazy nervous.”

“I’ll tell you a something,” Castiel said, lowering his voice conspiratorially as he leaned in to murmur in Dean’s ear. “I’m pretty nervous too. But don’t tell anyone.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Dean promised, making an ‘X’ over his left peck with a finger which earned him a chuckle from the Bachelor.

“Oh man, I must be making a terrible impression!” the other man said putting on a mock affronted voice.

“Not at all, Cas,” Dean replied with a wink. “I’ll just have to keep your secret between you, me, and our primetime viewing audience.”

The Bachelor let out a sharper, more genuine sounding bark of laughter at that and nodded enthusiastically. “I appreciate it. They’re giving me the signal though, so I’ll see you soon inside?”

“Looking forward to it,” he said with a grin, boldly leaning in to give Castiel one last hug and a kiss on the cheek before starting towards the entrance of the mansion.

Dean tried to project confidence and nonchalance, but those anxious butterflies are what made him look back at the Bachelor one last time. And he was so glad he did, because Dean managed to catch one last smile and a small wave from Castiel which made him feel a bit better.

This whole finding love on TV thing was a little bit unconventional, but Dean had never been much for convention.

#30 day fanfic challenge #fic writing #anxious #spn fanfic #destiel fanfic #this was like pulling teeth to write and doesn't fully fit the prompt but wtf ever

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iammamenow · 4 years

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🔮Dream Snippet💤

This Evening: 'Karl Satan', featuring Misha Collins

My friend and I are avid metalheads. So much so, in fact, that we concluded that if we'd have known each other before our officially meeting in college, we would've led drastically different lives for the better. Our music tastes made us the quintessential outcasts throughout our childhood, in our differently placed yet all too similar environments of the unforgiving grammar school setting. And if we'd have been together, instead of rebelling alone? Hell. We would've been fucking merciless; scaring off all those who tried to subdue us with 'Slipknot'.

Luckily, we didn't miss each other entirely. It was she that managed to get tickets to our local Knotfest, and since then we've practically been inseparable. We have a whole list of other acts we NEED to see. Jinjer, Cherry Bombs, System of A Down... Killswitch Engage is one of the more recent ones added to the list.

And it keeps on building from there.

Blame the die-hard fan in me, but I even go so far as to dream of the concerts we'll see, and the bands that'll be headlining it. Very rarely is it ever as detailed with the opening number.

So you can only imagine my surprise when this little nightly fantasy in particular came in and dropped kick the bomb on me from up close instead of merely from up high.

Because as much as I love metal, Supernatural comes in at a very, very close second.

Onto the dream! That way you'll see what I mean.

My friend and I are already at the venue. We gave up the idea of seats and smuggled our way into the nearest pit where there was already a circle forming, whirling in rhythm to the revving up of the amps testing out the guitars. It had been years since I'd been in one. I jump in, just in time for the wave that comes our way. My friend decides to watch from the sidelines. To my chaotic, she is the zen. Even at a metal concert, where we both inevitably lose our shit, but in our own way.

Soon the tests of chords cease from the guitars, the rhythmic hits from each individual drum and symbol cut. That long drone of bassy silence fills the entire place with that unsaid but solid presence of a queue - someone's about to go on.

The crowd cheers. My friend and I - along with the whole circle pit - turn to look at the stage and do the same. Naturally. No matter who's up there, you cheer. It's a metal concert, for Satan's sake. More than likely, every fucking band is gonna knock your ass out. I haven't been proven wrong if that yet.

And I certainly wasn't in my dream.

The five souls that come walking across the stage are oh so gothically dressed, it warms my heart to it's original sad core. The drama in the abundance of buckles, glinting a brilliant gold in the overhead stage lights; then the overall theatricality of the fact that their whole theme just mirrors that of my favorite horror movie 'Hellraiser' and it's main antagonists, The Cenobites. I was ready. I was waiting, already wanting the onslaught of their sound that I just knew had to be fucking brutal. I mean look at the way they're dressed! We were in for it.

Oh, we were.

I was.

The one stopping in front of the mic had an elaborate coverall mask on, save for the bottom half of his face. And when he took it off to reveal the rest of it, everyone cried out in bloody shock and praise.

I just went quiet.

My friend yelled out for me the "holy SHIT" that was already on my lips and screeching in my head when the now unmasked figure introduced himself as none other than the angel in a trenchcoat. The man that plays him, that is.

Misha Collins

I couldn't tune out the world around me if I tried. I didn't want to. Not even if I was in absolute shock. I do not allow myself to fade off into some haze or other ethereal realm when it comes to events like this. I want to be there, in that moment; one that I made it all this way for. For all concerts generally. For metal concerts specifically.

I just need to be there. All there.

And man, in that moment, was I fucking glad I was.

After making himself known, Misha turns to the band and introduces them as 'Karl Satan'. I know there was a deeper joke in there, i just know it. But I was too busy laughing at the name alone to even dissect it any further. Frankly, so was the audience. Such a hearty chorus brought a smile to Misha's lips.

As he readied the mask to be put back on again, he made one final claim as himself to say that he formed this cover band to try his hand at "this music shtick", just like the rest of his cast mates from the show. Personally, I never had any doubt that he had something like this in his artillery; something akin to a band or music act. But like this? Hell no. Hell. No! Hence making it all the more lovely of a surprise.

With that, the mask went back on, and he sent a nod the drummers way before the lights faded out, leaving us in an anticipating darkness. Almost as quickly as it set in for us did it get fucking shot with the sharp bash of the symbols, joined by the aftershocks of the snares.

It's starting. Holy fuck, it's starting!

The rhythm was classic, dangerously revving up to what you could literally taste to be a sweet drop. Above all, it was familiar. My friend and I were in perfect sync with Misha, when through the mask he screamed through gnashed teeth:

"THE YEARS I PUT INTO THIS!!"

His leadership was seamless; effortless. Without question, you would believe that he had done this before. With the headbangs intertwined in the thrumming veins of both the percussive guitar riff and the drums, he would channel his power back and forth. First he would go, then the audience.

The circle pit was a whole world of it's own. No. It was a black hole, sucking in other fans who caught a glance at it, and soon as they did, wanted to join the fray. I even got my friend to come in and join me in the air, where they hoisted me up once the center of the circle started to disappear with the amount of people swallowing up all the empty space. We were floating orbs in this fanatic atmosphere. Two circulating asteroids in the midst of a hailstorm of meteors, heading straight for the center our universe - the stage.

It was fucking AMAZING.

And so utterly filled with Misha-esque quips of humor and theatricality, making it feel all the more REAL. For example, as the opening number progressed, he would add little bits of harsh criticism of his own voice and caliber of scream. Then after the next song, he would transition with a story on how he auditioned to play a demon for Supernatural in the first place, and has since taken the rejection hard. "Can you tell? I started singing about it! Singing? Screaming? You get the idea. Yeah, you get it. I know you do". He then laughs suddenly, throwing his head back. He brings the mic up to follow that of his mouth, facing skyward. "Wait, wait! How shitty would it be if I would've actually gotten that fucking role if I'd have just done THIS?! Just SCREAM AT THEM?!" Like second nature does his Castiel voice come out. He even took of the mask again so that he could throw on the whole audience that quintessential doe eyed gaze of the angel's, complete with the head tilt. "Would you call me an angel then, Dean?" His own guffaw, bringing Misha back. "There you go. That's how Cas got his voice. He kept screaming into the void *Castiel voice* and came back out with this... As for the others, I can't speak for them. They wanna speak two octaves below their normal voice, who am I to say anything? Trick question. I'm the one who can't say anything because I'm too busy getting a sore throat all the time. Thanks, Cas. Love you, too. That bitch".

Forget what I said. AMAZING doesn't cut it. It was fucking GOLD.

And above all, it was a fucking DREAM.

I woke up eventually, and here I am three or so days later writing about it, still reeling from it.

I have only to conclude that the two things that make me happy are what seems to be a mirror with it's two sides, representing one thing in the reflection: the one thing that made me happy back then, and the one that makes me happy now.

I thought I had to outgrow one. Just like I think currently that I'll soon have to outgrow the other.

But do I? Do I really?

They go so well together.

Perhaps the real question is, what if they both don't wanna leave?

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