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of all the views you had seen, there was little that could compare to him.

6.2k | cavalry captain!jeonghan x gn pyro!reader, genshin impact au, fluff, adventure, drinking, so much flirting, mentions of trauma, honestly this is the sweetest i'm ever gonna write jeonghan

happy inazuma release day!!! it's your local kaeya trash, because i predictably fall for gay bastards that lie straight to my face (example: jeonghan), and i'm here to give you a fic i wrote AGES ago and just polished up a bit to celebrate the release of what is likely going to be my FAVORITE region in genshin impact. i'm japanese so 😅 i have a soft spot. if there's any other gaymer carats out there, enjoy this one. if not, sorry! you can actually probably still read this and understand it for the most part, though you might miss a bit of context of the landscape and the lore.

ps. go tell @babiemingoo that wonwoo xinqiu 🤭

your work with the adventurer's guild was always efficient. you received your commissions, you carried them out, then returned for your reward, usually before the sun had even peaked. the rest of your day was generally spent either basking in the eternal sun of mondstadt, feeding cats in inazuma, or enjoying a hard earned meal in liyue, depending on where you decided to stay that week, finding board and paying for it with the commission you had earned that day. your tendency to wander came less from choice and more from nature - you could call yourself a nomad, but generally, you just got bored, and preferred seeing everything teyvat had to offer rather than settling in one place. adventuring was simply what you were meant to do, your mother had told you at a young age.

she, too, had wandered for most of her youth, and didn't stop just because you had come into her life. you remembered getting scooped up because you had wandered off a bit too close to the railing at wangshu inn as a toddler, playing with dogs at the docks of liyue harbor. you remembered the ludi harpastum and the first time you had ever had a sweet honey roast, and the way it made your eyes grow ten times in size before you dug in for more.

when your vision was bestowed upon you, you already knew how to use a sword. it was important, your mother told you, that you knew how to protect yourself. she had a vision as well, younger even than you had, and you had come to recognize the static in the air as a sign that she was angry - whether it was because of an altercation with someone on your journey or because you had secretly eaten the last hashbrown without consulting her first.

she used her vision and a sturdy blade she had owned since before you were born to protect the two of you on the road, but when she felt you were old enough, she taught you how to weild. a two handed weapon that was far too big for you when you were only fourteen, but when your reckless abandon got paired with a spark, you suddenly became far more dangerous than even your own mother. she scolded you for nearly starting a forest fire when you tried to pair the two skills for the first time after receiving your vision, and you both agreed that training was a beach activity from then on.

your mother settled eventually, after you were old and skilled enough to take on the road alone, pulling the many favors she had gathered in her travels to build a home in a small neighborhood south of liyue harbor, nestled in the foothills of mount tianheng, where you visited as often as your wandering allowed.

you had become much better with your vision. more careful but just as hot. quick to scan situations and strategize in the moment, hardly taking a second before jumping into action, slaying hilichurls like you were getting paid. well, you were, you supposed, but you had been doing this long before you had discovered the benefit of joining the guild. you were good at it. you were built for adventure, but revelled in leisure. there was good reason you were able to take afternoons off, and you milked every last second of it.

"you're back in town?"

you grinned, leaning your sword against the wall and dropping your bag off your shoulders before settling at the bar. "for now."

rubin often served you alcohol - when you were in mondstadt, at least, however often that may be - but never questioned you deeply. he would ask how your travels were, and listen to your stories from regions beyond his knowledge, of the cultures that he had only heard of from people like you. he enjoyed them just about as much as any, if not a little more, purely because your tenacious personality brought something more to the table. he wondered, though, how long you intended to keep living day by day, sleeping in different beds every week.

"what's wrong with sleeping in different beds?" you teased, laughing into your wine glass. "if i didn't know any better, i'd think you were shaming me, rube."

rubin simply laughed, knowing your tone by now. "i just wonder if you ever intend on digging in your roots, or if you'll continue travelling forever."

"if i dig roots, you may never see me again. is that what you want?"

"what," he said. "you don't like mondstadt?"

"i love monstadt," you assured him. "but i also love inazuma. and my mother is in liyue, though she might be upset with me if i try to settle too close to her. perhaps natlan would suit me more?" you shrugged finally, the door behind you opening as you finished with "i suppose i'll settle when i've found a reason to love one place more than the rest."

rubin shook his head, a chuckle falling from his lips. "a wanderer through and through." his attention was quickly drawn to the man entering the bar. "ah, captain! the usual?"

"please," the decorated man said, quickly taking a seat beside you despite the rest of the bar being available. "would you like another, wanderer?"

you eyed him cautiously, studying what you could see if his face around the black eyepatch, gaze skimming down his elaborate clothing before looking down at your emptied drink. "sure."

"another for your wandering friend, rubin, on my tab, please." your brain swirled, considering the brief information you had been given and wondered how you had never managed to meet this regular during your past visits. "are you just drinking dandelion wine, or something more fun?"

"more fun?" you asked. "what are you drinking, then?"

"well, a death after noon, of course," he stated. "don't tell me you haven't had one."

you blinked at him. "i haven't."

you turned towards rubin when he laughed at the back and forth. "shall i make two, then?"

"definitely," your new drinking buddy said, then gestured to you. "you trust my taste, right?"

you said nothing, but he accepted your silent smile as an agreeance. "captain," you said finally, thinking of how rubin had addressed him. "of?"

the man turned towards you, his elbow planted on the bar and his cheek on a fist. despite his get up, he had a playful smirk across his lips. "you mean, my reputation doesn't precede me? you really are a wanderer. everyone in mondstadt knows my name."

"everyone but me," you corrected. "as i'm currently in mondstadt."

his teeth shone behind his smirking lips before he sat up straight. "well, allow me to introduce myself." he saluted, his arm extending from his side at an angle - a salute you recognized from the guards around the city. "i am jeonghan, the cavalry captain of the knights of favonius."

"ah, the knights," you smiled briefly, before letting your eyes wander as you thought, crossing your arms over the bar. "i don't see much of a cavalry in the city, though."

he let out an amused exhale. "so i have a bit more free time these days."

"i'm sure the acting grand master is jealous of all your free time," you teased. "poor guy, looks like he's staving off a panic attack every time i see him. you should probably help him more."

"so," he sighed, leaning against the bar again. "you know of the acting grand master but not me?"

"jihoon?" you asked. "of course i know of him. he's all anyone ever talks about around here."

jeonghan nodded once, thanking rubin when he placed two drinks before you. "people talk about me, also, you know."

your lips stuck out in a pout. "jeonghan, you said? doesn't ring a bell."

he rolled his eyes and picked up his drink, holding it out for you to cheers against. you giggled, clinking your glass against his before taking a sip. the golden liquid was sweet, but not like the dandelion wine you had grown to love in this region. it had more depth, a subtle bitterness to it, and a refreshing bubble. you stared after the glass when it left your lips, then looked over to find jeonghan grinning at you.

"i see why it's your usual," you said, taking another sip before placing the glass on the bar. "i could drink too many."

"will you?" he asked.

"not tonight," you replied coolly. "i haven't asked sana to put me up at the guild yet, and if i get there too late, i'll get a cot instead of a bed. unless rubin finally wants to come clean about something?"

the bartender laughed. "how many times do i have to tell you? we don't even have rooms to board."

you squinted at him. "i know there's something upstairs. i'll learn your secrets one day, rube."

"i wouldn't be a very good bartender if i didn't know how to keep them."

"so you're in the guild?" jeonghan asked as rubin attended to another patron. "an adventuring wanderer."

you smiled vaguely at him. "i am. i have to pay for my travels somehow."

he shrugged. "there's other ways to make money. probably more profitable, too."

you eyed his teasing smirk. "i'm not sure i know what you're implying."

"as a captain of the knights of favonius, i assure you, i'm implying nothing at all," he said, exhaling sharply and adjusting on his stool. he leaned over towards you before speaking in a quieter tone. "but as jeonghan, i think you know exactly what i'm implying."

you only laughed, recognizing the thinly veiled attempt to worm a secret out of you. "i outgrew those means a long time ago. besides, when mora gets tight, i can always board up with my mother. i like liyue enough."

jeonghan studied you as you drank again. "liyue's home, is it?'

"for her, yes," you said, looking over to him, but you found yourself looking away again when his steely blue gaze met yours. you thought carefully about how much of yourself you were willing to reveal to this stranger, especially considering how important he was in the rule of the city. "she was a wanderer, too, and ended up falling in love with liyue harbor."

jeonghan made note of the way your face softened as you spoke about your mother. "and what about you?"

you met his intent look again, thinking about how his covered eye somehow made him even more intimidating. perhaps that was its purpose. "what about me?"

"what have you fallen in love with?"

a smile crept onto your lips as you processed his question. "oh, archons, what have i not fallen in love with? the smell of the open ocean in inazuma, the breathtaking temples in sumeru - have you ever been to waterfall city?"

jeonghan merely shook his head at you, the corners of his mouth turning upwards as he put his cheek on a fist again, leaning against the bar. "beautiful?"

you exhaled, eyes wide as you thought of the towering falls and the light mist that covered the city, trying to come up with an apt description. "humbling. there's nothing like it."

he watched your expression, head tilting further. "what a wonderful way to describe a place. tell me more."

your gaze went to him, then away briefly, feeling suddenly shy as you noticed his look. "about waterfall city?"

he shrugged a fur covered shoulder, shaking his head lightly. "about anywhere. describe your world, wanderer. i'd like to hear whatever you have to say."

you wondered if the heat that ran through you was because of the alcohol or the man, but you just took another drink and cleared your throat lightly, thinking of more places you had discovered in your travels. you thought of qingce village, one of your favorite places to visit, because the people are kind and welcoming and the fields are so beautiful. you told him about a tea shop owned by an old man - he insisted you call him pops so fiercely that you weren't even sure you had caught his given name - and it was probably the most relaxing cup of tea you ever had.

"it's been a while since i've gone," you sighed. "i think i'm overdue for a chat with pops and his tea."

jeonghan was smiling when you looked at him again. "the tea in liyue is unmatched," he said, reaching for his drink. before taking another sip, he gestured for you to continue.

so you did. you told him about sakura pond, about celestia city, about the volcanic black beaches. you told him liyue had your favorite people, but inazuma had your favorite food. he clicked his tongue at you.

"what about mondstadt? do we have one of your favorites?"

you smiled, genuinely. "sunsets. the night sky is different here than it is anywhere else. i think mondstadt is the closest we can get to the stars without joining the archons."

jeonghan studied you briefly, his blue eye flicking over your face as you finished your drink. "i think that's an apt observation. it seems your eyes are always wide."

"i travel for the views," you exhaled. "i don't plan on missing any."

he thought a second. "have you been to starsnatch cliff?"

your eyes lit up. "not in years," you said, in complete shock that you could have forgotten such a place. you pushed from the bar slightly, turning towards him, and he noticed the flash of a red gem strapped to your right thigh for the first time. "my mother took me there when i was a kid, but i haven't gone since."

"it never gets old," he said, sipping at the end of his drink. "i've yet to see that view and not be in awe."

"i'll go before i leave mondstadt again," you decided.

he looked to you. "when will that be?"

you sighed. "not sure, yet."

he just chuckled. "would you like another drink?"

"oh, no," you said, standing and stretching your spine. "i should make my leave. i don't like sleeping on cots. i just came by to let my ol' pal rube know i was in town again."

jeonghan watched you pull your pack onto your back, grabbing the handle of your sheathed claymore from where it was leaning against the wall next to the bar. "perhaps i'll see you again tomorrow?"

you looked at him, a vague smile on your lips as you strapped your sword back on. "perhaps you will, captain."

"jeonghan," he corrected. "but i don't believe you ever shared your name?"

"that was by design, captain," you said, and he swore he caught a glint in your eye as you bid rubin a farewell and stepped out of the angel's share.

jeonghan spun back around on his stool, immediately looking to rubin. "do you know their name?"

"no, sir," he said, looking at the closed door. "they've never said."

jeonghan's gaze went to the empty glass you had left behind, thinking about your stories, your sword, and the signifier of your vision on your thigh. "fascinating."

you got lucky - sana had a private room for you, and said you were welcome to rent it for your stay. she said not many people were travelling to mondstadt these days, and that more often than not, the adventurer's barracks in headquarters went unused. ever since the fatui had holed up in the grand goth hotel, it had been harder for you to make extended stays in mondstadt, but it seemed that something was telling you to stick around longer than usual. you laid on the hard mattress - a feeling that was more comforting than most, thanks to your continuous travels - and thought of the charming captain that had made a night of questioning you. you wondered if he really had any interest in anything you had to say, or if he had been hoping for details about something pertinent to an investigation.

you packed a lighter bag in the morning, only bringing along the essentials as you set out for your commissions for the day. that afternoon, you wandered around mondstadt and asked questions. questions about the simultaneously well-discussed and mysterious cavalry captain that had listened to your tales of travel, and answers came easier than expected, though they didn't contain all the details you were looking for. that night, you waited up at the angel's share to brag about your newfound knowledge to the captain that never showed, and you did your best to not let that hurt your ego.

the next day, you made a detour on your way back to the city after completing your commissions, stopping by springvale to enjoy a well deserved lunch and catch up with some locals. you sat in the grass with a skewer of grilled meat, watching the windmills of mondstadt steadily spin in the distance as time passed, thinking about how rubin had asked you if you didn't like it here.

you did, you decided. mondstadt felt different than anywhere else you had been. untouched, almost. wilder. freer. despite being born in inazuma, your first memories being in celestia, or your mother being in liyue, mondstadt felt comfortable. felt like a home. you wondered to yourself what that might mean.

sana greeted you happily when you returned much later than you normally did. she told you to go ahead to the guild and come back, filing away your reports and retrieving your rewards. you dropped off your things in your rented room, quickly, practically galloping back down the steps towards the entrance of the city to continue your conversation with the adventurer guilds' mighty receptionist without your sword weighing you down. you crossed your arms on the counter, comfortably lounging as you chatted with her, having always enjoyed her conversations more than most. like rubin, she was a reason mondstadt always felt comfortable.

"fancy meeting you here," an all too familiar voice said, and you pulled your eyes from sana to find jeonghan leaning his side against the counter next to you.

"good evening, cavalry captain!" sana chirped, placing your reward - your room free already removed - on the counter and bowing politely. "can i help you with anything today?"

his icy gaze flickered from your lightly curved lips towards sana. "oh, no, my dear. i'm just coming back from an investigation near springvale"

"interesting," you said, eyeing him. "i was just there and didn't see you."

"i wouldn't be very good at my job if you did, wanderer," he grinned. "knight business, you wouldn't understand. got the assignment yesterday."

"ah," you shifted to your side to face him, making him eye the vision on your thigh. "is that why you never showed? rubin was worried."

he looked you up and down. "rubin was, huh?"

you rolled your eyes and adjusted your posture to face away from his smirk. sana looked between the two of you twice before clearing her throat as quietly as possible, making jeonghan let out a chuckle before he directed his attention to the guild's receptionist.

"how goes holding the post, sana?"

she looked almost frightened when the attention was directed back to her. "good, captain! in fact, one of our most capable adventurers-" she gestured to you, "-just returned from taking care of some of our more difficult commissions - no one else would take them."

jeonghan looked at you. "why did sana have to tell your secret?"

your eyebrows quirked upwards. "what secret?"

"that you're good at this. shouldn't you be bragging?"

a chuckle spilled from your lips, and jeonghan watched you as you looked away. "i'm not the bragging type."

he studied you a moment. "what type are you, then?"

you considered the question, wondering exactly how to answer. what type were you? if not a teller, than surely you must be a shower, but that didn't seem right either. you exhaled. "the quiet type. see you later, sana."

he laughed, pushing off the counter as you tucked your mora into your waist bag, wishing sana a good evening and following you towards the fountain. "you sure talk a lot for being the quiet type."

a smirk landed itself on your lips as he fell into step beside you. "maybe private is a better description."

"that one i can see," jeonghan said, looking over to you. he thought of how you had spent nearly an hour telling him about the best views in teyvat, yet he still didn't know the most basic information about you. "do you share your name with anyone?"

you thought. "my mother."

he scoffed. "anyone else?"

you looked to the sky. "rubin."

"wrong," he retorted. "he doesn't know your name, either."

you laughed, looking over to him as you came up to the fountain, spinning and sitting back on the ledge. "you asked?"

"of course i asked," he said, planting one foot on the ledge beside you and placing his arms on his knee. "i asked other people, too. almost everyone knows you, but they don't know anything about you. bits and pieces, but never the full picture."

you just smiled up at him from your relaxed posture on the concrete. "what's wrong with a little intrigue?"

he just smiled back at you. "nothing. i tend to keep a bit myself. did you know there's a large number of people in this city that were shocked when i said you wield a claymore?"

you hummed, dipping the tips of your fingers into the fountain. "did you know there's a large number of people in this city that consider you the most eligible bachelor in not only mondstadt, but in all of teyvat?"

his lips parted slightly as you spoke. "so you snooped, too."

"i was bored yesterday. it wasn't hard," you exhaled. you flicked a drop of water towards his foot. "jeonghan yoon, the cavalry captain of the knights of favonius since he was only nineteen. who loves wine and whose adopted brother runs the biggest winery in teyvat, yet they're hardly ever seen speaking. who comes from a far off land on a different continent, but has come to love mondstadt like it was his home. who wears an eyepatch but has never told anyone why."

he chuckled at the assessment and pulled his foot off the ledge to sit beside you. "so when do i get to learn about you?"

"i told you about me yesterday," you said.

"you told me about teyvat," he corrected. "and while i was able to infer some things about your character, i still know close to nothing about you."

you thought for a moment, realizing no one had ever noticed how little you truly shared despite always being willing to tell stories. "sometimes it feels like i am teyvat. it's hard to think of things that are just about me."

"you could start with that vision," he said, nodding at the strap across your thigh. you looked down at it, exhaling.

"what's there to tell? you know what it means, and that's more teyvat than me, too."

he leaned back on a hand, looking you up and down in curiosity. "how old were you."

you chewed your cheek. "fourteen. you?"

his lip quirked upwards. "sixteen."

you bumped his shoulder with yours playfully. "beat you."

he laughed. "how'd it happen?"

you paused. "you go first."

he just chuckled and looked away, watching a dog wander past the general store. "another day, then."

"no fun," you sighed, brushing your hands together as you leaned forward. "what about the eyepatch?"

he met your eyes, mouth slanted in a smirk. "another day."

you clicked your tongue. "if you wanna learn about me, you have to be willing to give up some details, too. i value a fair trade."

"then stop asking questions that you know i won't share the answer to." jeonghan noticed the color of the sky, then suddenly pulled a pocket watch out, checking it quickly to confirm that there was enough time and stood. "come with me?"

you stared up at him. "where?"

he grinned, extending a hand to help you to your feet. "you said mondstadt's sunsets were your favorite, correct?"

you generally weren't prone to following mysterious men into back corridors, but jeonghan easily convinced you with no words at all that sneaking around the sight line of the acting grand master was completely normal behavior, sushing you with a grin as you giggled, taking refuge around a corner after the two of you made it up to the second floor of the favonius headquarters. he tugged your hand with his, pulling you into a steep maintenance staircase behind a door.

"this feels like it's against some rules," you said, climbing the stairs behind him.

"nonsense," he said, looking back at you and grinning. "are you suggesting that a knight of favonius would break rules just to impress a mysterious traveler?"

you laughed quietly, wondering if he really meant that he wanted to impress you. "not most, but maybe this one."

he only thought for a split second. "if anyone asks, we're on official knight business."

he opened the door and you found the sky again, beginning to glow orange as the edge of the sun began to hide behind the cliffs. you stared in awe at the way the few fluffy clouds reflected pink and gold, then readjusted your focus when jeonghan spoke again.

"i hope you aren't afraid of heights," he said, walking over to the parapets that surrounded you. "the best view requires a bit of a climb."

you looked up at the tower, and while it wasn't much higher than where you stood, you also recognized that you were well above most of mondstadt already. "you climb up there?"

he paused, studying you. "we don't have to, we can just sit on a merlon-"

"no, we can climb," you said, walking over to where he was and eyeing the small gap between the parapet and the adjacent roof. "hop over?"

he laughed, stepping over the gap and holding a hand out for you. "watch your step."

and though you didn't need it, you accepted the hand anyways, and it stayed on yours as you walked over the roof to the tower, as if making sure you didn't misstep several stories in the air.

"would you like to go first?" he asked. "i'll catch you if you fall."

you rolled your eyes at him, dropping your hand from his grip. "you go first. i want to see where the handholds are."

he just grinned at you. "very well," he said, tugging on the wrists of his fingerless gloves to make sure they were taught against his skin before taking hold of a brick. you watched him as he took foothold after foothold, and he resisted the urge to show off by speedily scaling the wall in favor of making sure you had the chance to see where he gripped. when he reached the opening in the tower, he pulled himself up and spun around, exhaling with a grin as he seated himself at the ledge with his legs dangling above you.

"your turn."

you adjusted your waist bag as you sighed in amused annoyance, spinning it to be behind you and out of your hips' way to climb the wall. it wasn't much - a couple meters, maybe - and you had definitely climbed further, but jeonghan's presence made you slightly nervous. that nervousness, however, just fueled you to prove yourself.

you scaled the wall easily, making jeonghan whistle and jokingly call you some kind of adventurer, and your only hesitation came when his hand was in your face. despite your initial inclination to ignore it, you put your left hand in his, allowing him to help you pull yourself up on the ledge and sit beside him.

"impressive," he commented.

you laughed, brushing off your hands. "you, too."

"c'mon," he said, gesturing his head over his shoulder before making moves to stand. "the view's on the other side."

you sighed, looking over the view of mondstadt shrouded in golden light as he stood and walked to the other ledge. "never a moment of rest with you."

"if you want to miss the sunset, be my guest."

you leaned back on your hands and laughed, pulling your gaze away from the city to look at where jeonghan had seated himself on the other end of the tower, and subsequently the view of the rolling hills beyond him that were glowing golden in the evening sun. you blinked for a second, realizing you hadn't seen the sunset the night before, and quickly got to your feet to join him before you missed this one, too.

he gave you a soft smile when you sat beside him, and you briefly wondered how many he had in his repertoire. the wind was stronger higher, whipping gently through his hair and alleviating any uncomfortable warmth you may have had from exerting yourself on the way up. you watched the dregs of sunlight skip across the grassy hills and the sky turn deep orange and bright pink, feet swinging lightly over the edge of the tower.

"i was fighting with my brother," he said suddenly, causing you to look at him with a start before you realized he was telling you about his vision. there was a slight smile on his face as he looked out on the fields. "hyungwon. it was bad. he already had his - he's a pyro, like you - and we were both young and stupid and just lost our dad. we were sword fighting and it came to me when i needed it. it probably saved my life, honestly."

you blinked at him. "you think he would have killed you?'

he exhaled, leaning back on his hands. "i think if the roles had been reversed, i would have tried to kill him, too. i'm grateful it didn't go that way, though." he coughed abruptly, clearing his throat. "we're on speaking terms, and i do love him as a brother, but i generally avoid him."

you let that thought ruminate as you watched the sun sink, halfway beyond the horizon. "my father was in a gang in inazuma, but my mom ran away when she found out she was pregnant. didn't want to raise a kid in that world, i guess? we ran into him when i got older and he wasn't very understanding." you paused, remembering the detail too well. "they were going to take her vision. that's what they did to traitors. probably take me, too. they weren't expecting me to start setting fires."

jeonghan's gaze was on you as yours was on the horizon. "just a couple of survivors."

you looked over at him, a smirk on your lips. "a couple?"

he laughed waving at your implication, thinking he would have said the same thing in an attempt to fluster you just as you were to him. "like, more than one and less than four."

you only laughed back. "fortune favors the weak, i suppose. the archons saw we needed help and extended a fig branch."

"is that what it was?" he asked, a laugh on his lips. "we were both fighting people. that's hardly an offer of peace."

"look for the deeper meaning, jeonghan. we were fighting for our lives," you pointed out, and he realized it was the first time you had addressed him by his name rather than his title. "i was fighting for family. for freedom. is that not the greatest pursuit of peace?"

he watched you as you pulled your knees to your chest, putting your feet on the edge of the stonework surface you sat on. he studied the way the golden rays lit your skin and made your eyes sparkle. "i suppose so."

you paused in that moment for a long while, and jeonghan allowed the comfortable silence as the two of you watched the sun disappear beyond the cliffs of mondstadt. the sky was turning a deep shade of purple when you told him your name, and jeonghan thought that it was quite possibly the best news he had ever received, but he kept that joy to himself as he confirmed your name, and you rolled your eyes.

"are you gonna answer my other question now?"

he scoffed. "about the eyepatch? is it really that interesting?"

"not any more interesting than my name," you retorted.

"completely untrue," jeonghan insisted. "i've never been so excited to be told a secret, and i get told a lot of secrets."

you eyed his smile warily. "my name may be unknown, but it's no secret."

he sighed and shook his head lightly. "you really wanna know the reason i wear it? it's probably not as dramatic as you're hoping."

"yet you hide it?"

he laughed. "what's wrong with a little intrigue?"

you looked away, recognizing the parrot of your own words. "whatever you say, captain."

"no!" he whined and grabbed your arm, making you start and look at him with big eyes. "you just started calling me jeonghan, don't go back to captain."

you stared at him, only breaking to laugh, dropping your legs over the edge again. "you won't show me what's under the eyepatch, so i thought we weren't on first name basis."

his hand on your bicep was warm and gentle, but his gaze was piercing as he thought it over for a bit longer. you did your best to hold it, but you felt yourself shrinking when he quietly muttered, "go on, then."

it took you a second to register what he meant, and you reached out slowly, fingers hesitating before they brushed upon his cheekbone. jeonghan closed his eyes, resigning to your touch as you gently lifted the eyepatch. his eyes opened again, slowly, and you thought your heart might have skipped a beat.

"like chocolate," you commented, and a smile spread across his lips.

"that's the kindest reaction i've gotten."

your fingers fell upon his temple, brushing down gently as you inspected his singular brown eye. "since birth?"

he nodded, his eyes flicking down to your lips briefly before he spoke. "heterochromia. it's a characteristic of my family."

you studied his face. "not the one here?"

he sighed. "not the one here."

the icy blue of jeonghan's eye had always struck something in you. it made him mysterious. commanding. it felt like he saw more than you despite having one eye covered. but now, you felt warm. you felt his gentleness. there was comfort hidden away behind that black patch, and you told him that you understood why the cavalry captain had chosen to hide the eye he did.

but to you, he was willing to show anything that would keep you around longer, he said.

"why me?" you asked, studying his expression when he looked away. the sun had retreated behind the hills, leaving the sky a deep blue.

jeonghan didn't respond right away, and you wondered if he himself even knew the answer. "we're birds of a feather, you and i."

you looked out to the view again, watching the subtle movements of the wild hills. "did you travel much before you came here?"

"it was all i knew," he told you. "i was thirteen when my father left me here."

your neck snapped, your eyes on his profile when he leaned back on his hands. "left you?"

he almost laughed, a smile on his lips when his eyes met yours. "i was slowing him down, i suppose. hyungwon's father found me and took me in."

"so you stayed?"

"i didn't always want to," he assured you. "i had the itch to leave for years. as soon as i was able, i always told myself." he paused, eyes dropping. "then father died. then hyungwon turned down his position with the knights. and i was their second choice."

you pursed your lips. "you stayed for a job."

he laughed. "it's not that simple."

you smiled at him, enjoying the warmth of his eyes on yours as the sky cooled. "are you sure we're birds of a feather?"

"listen," he said, getting off his hands and brushing them off on his thighs. "i accepted the job so that i could set the story straight. i didn't want to run from the people that believed that hyungwon tried to kill me to avenge our father."

you studied him. "i'm sorry."

"don't be," he said, nudging your shoulder. "i was still planning on leaving, but then i fell in love."

you looked away, trying to sort out the way your stomach flipped. "are they still around?"

"not with a person," he laughed, then nodded towards the now dark hills. "with the views. besides, i get free reign whenever i leave for missions. i have fun adventuring, and come home to the best sunsets in teyvat. there are worse places to call home."

your eyes scanned the horizon, remembering the brilliant rays of sun you had just seen skip across it. "that is tempting."

"how tempting?" he asked.

you thought on that for a moment. "almost as much as a death after noon right now."

jeonghan laughed, slightly proud that he had hooked you on his favorite drink. "shall we go see rubin, then?"

you hummed, smiling at the captain. "as long as i don't have to sit alone again."

"that's a promise," he told you as he stood, holding out a hand that you took without hesitation, though he withheld his intention to make sure you were never alone again.

#hehe i came up with a whole thing #this was basically me wanting to write kaeya fanfic but knowing i would wanna post it so writing it about jeonghan instead #caratwritersclub #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #hannie #genshin impact au #jeonghan is kaeya and im just right #i wrote dis

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Under the Weather (Jack Kline)

Warnings: Fluff, self doubt, sickness

Pairings: Jack x Reader, Dean x Reader (Platonically) Sam x Reader (Platonically)

Characters: Sam, Dean, Jack, Cas (mentioned)

Word Count: 1678

Summary: When you get sick, Jack's there to take care of you.

It was freezing outside. The first snowfall had made it's way through Kansas, and you were excited to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Ever since you were a kid, you loved playing in the snow.

You should have listened to Sam and Dean when they told you not to stay out there too long.

It just started with sneezing, which was normal for you since you had allergies, so you thought nothing of it.

"Achoo!" You sneezed once more. "Ugh. I think I'm getting sick."

Dean gave you one of his, 'I told you so,' faces. "What did we tell you about staying out there so long?"

"Yeah, yeah." You dismissed him. "Jeez, Winchester. You sound like my dad."

Dean, Sam and Cas might as well been your dad's, in all honesty. They had found you when you were thirteen. Your parents had been killed by a group of vampires, and you had been taken hostage. The Winchester's had found you, scared and confused.

They told you everything about vampires, werewolves, demons and everything that went bump in the night. You had nowhere to go, as your parents were your only family, so Sam and Dean took you in.

You stayed with Bobby most of the time, where he taught you what you needed to know about monsters and hunting. And when Bobby died, you were crushed. You didn't know how to cope with the loss, so you threw yourself into hunting, becoming one of the best hunters around.

You attempted to clear your throat, fighting off the urge to cough. Dean rolled his eyes. "I'll go get some cough syrup."

Jack entered the den, taking a seat on the couch next to you. "Are you okay, Y/n?" He asked.

"I'm fine, just feeling a little under the weather, is all." You assured him.

"But how can you be under the weather? You're inside." Jack seemed confused.

You giggled at his cluelessness. "No, Jack, I meant that I don't feel well today. I'm coming down with a cold. I'm sick."

"Oh." He furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm still learning the correct meaning of what humans say."

"You and Cas both. He's been down here for years and still doesn't understand a lot of sayings." You felt your body rumble with another cough.

"Y/n!" Jack said worriedly. "Are you okay?! Do you need me to get Dean?"

"No, no, Jack, I'm okay. It's just a cough. Besides, Dean's getting me some medicine to stop it. Don't worry."

Not even a few seconds later, the oldest Winchester walked in and tossed you a bottle of cough syrup. "Drink up, kiddo."

You gave a disgusted look as you drank the bitter liquid. "Yuck."

"It's your own fault, Y/n. Sam and I told you not to stay outside too long." Dean reprimanded you. You dismissed him with a wave of your hand.

"Yeah, but it was worth it, right, Jack?" You asked, looking over at the Nephilim.

"It was!" Jack agreed. "Y/n and I made a snowman and built a fort!" Dean cracked a smile as he looked at you and Jack.

You felt your eyes begin to droop closed, feeling exhaustion overcome you. Neither Dean nor Jack bothered to wake you up, as you looked so tired.

Dean sighed as he looked at his phone. "Alright, I got a case to go work. Jody and Donna need help with what looks like a skinwalker. Watch over Y/n while she sleeps. Get her anything she needs. I would move her to her room, but I don't want to wake her. And if she wakes up and tries to join me and Sam, stop her. She's way too sick to gank some monsters." He gently kissed you on the head before saying goodbye to Jack.

As Dean watched you grow up, you had become a sort of little sister/daughter to him. Along with Sam, he always put you first. Although, Dean secretly wished you weren't a Hunter and went to college, like other people your age.

"Do you need me to get you anything?" Jack asked, making you jump.

"Jesus Jack! You scared me." You pressed a hand to your chest.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He apologized.

"It's fine, I just thought I was alone. Where's Dean?"

"He's out with Sam on a case. Something about a skinwalker?" You threw the blanket off your body and began walking to your room. "Where are you going?" Jack asked, following you.

"To help Sam and Dean."

Dean's words floated in the back of Jack's mind. "Wait, Y/n. You can't go, you're sick."

You dismissed him, not listening to his words as you slipped on your shoes. "They need my help, Jack. We never go hunting without each other."

You stood up too quickly, becoming lightheaded. You stumbled slightly, but thankfully Jack caught you, steadying you. "You're not going anywhere. Sam and Dean can handle this." You sighed as he gently pushed you back down on the bed. He untied your shoes and set them aside. "You need to rest."

You pouted. "But I'm not tired. How about we watch Netflix?"

Jack agreed excitedly, as you had gotten him hooked on a show called Grey's Anatomy. You scooted over in your bed to make room for the tall boy. You got out your laptop and set it in your lap, clicking on the show. After a while, you felt your stomach rumble.

"Are you hungry?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, a little." You admitted. Jack nodded as he stood up and walked out. You gave him a confused look. You wanted to follow him, but you were so tired you doubted that you would make it to the kitchen. About ten minutes later, he returned with a bowl of soup and a cup of tea.

"Here. Sam told me that when humans get sick, this is what they eat to make them feel better." He handed you what looked like a heated up can of chicken noodle soup and herbal tea. You gave Jack a smile as you happily accepted the food. As soon as the soup hit your taste buds, you wanted to spit it out, but you begrudgingly swallowed it.

"This is amazing, Jack!" You lied with a smile on your face. "Thank you."

"Oh, I was worried that you might not like it. I've never cooked before." Jack sat back down next to you on your bed. You quickly downed the soup and drank the tea he had provided for you. You felt yourself becoming drowsy once more. Due to the lack of room on the bed, you snuggled yourself into Jack's side.

He slowly wrapped his arm around you, feeling awkward, but at the same time, he felt butterflies in his stomach. "Hey, Y/n?"

"Yeah?" You opened your eyes sleepily.

"How do you know if you're in love?"

That woke you up. "Oh, well, I don't really know. I've never been in love."

"You haven't?" Jack asked.

"No. Although, I haven't really had the chance to fall in love. I've grown up with Sam and Dean on the road, so I couldn't really make relationships like that." You paused for a moment. "But from what Sam and Dean have told me, it's not just a crush or something trivial. I think it's like you would do anything to make them happy, even if it hurt you. You would sacrifice everything if it meant that they would be content."

"Oh," Jack nodded. "Then I'm in love with you."

"What?!" You sat up. "Jack, you're not in love with me."

Jack sat up as well, his arm falling to his side. "But I am. I would do anything to make you happy."

"Yeah, but Jack, that different. I would do anything to make you, Sam, Dean, and Cas happy, but that doesn't mean I'm in love." He was obviously confused, there was no way he could be in love with you.

"But it feels different with you than it does anyone else. I want to be around you all the time, you make me laugh, and you teach me all kinds of cool things and different words, like fu-"

You covered Jack's mouth with your hand. "Don't say that word in front of anyone. You can only say it if it's just us." Jack nodded as you pulled your hand away.

"Why can't I be in love with you?" He asked.

You sighed as you looked at the Nephilim. You cared for him deeply, and you would go as far as to say you do love him, but there was no way he could love you.

"Jack, I'm not the type of person you fall in love with. I'm not a size 2, I'm a size 20, I'm not pretty, or smart or anything like that."

"But I think you're beautiful and intelligent. I don't care about those superficial things, Y/n. I think you're amazing."

You could feel your heard beating out if your chest. No one had ever told you these things, no one that mattered, anyways.

"Jack, you don't love me." You insisted.

"I do. Please, let me be in love with you." You didn't say anything as Jack leaned in to kiss you. You let his lips skim over yours before pulling away.

"Jack, I'm sick." You protested.

"I can't get sick." He grinned.

You felt yourself smile as you kissed him, his mouth fitting perfectly with yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as he cupped your face. You had no idea how Jack was such a good kisser, but he was amazing.

Suddenly, the door swung open. "Hey, kiddo, you doing o-" You and Jack jumped apart, looking over to see Sam and Dean standing in the doorway.

"W-what are you doing back so early?" You stuttered.

"Jody and Donna didn't need our help after all." Sam mumbled, a shocked look on his face.

"Jack," Dean said lowly. "When I said take care of Y/n, this is not what I meant!"

#castiel imagine #jack kline imagine #sam winchester imagine #spn imagine #supernatural fluff #supernatural imagine #gabriel imagine #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #jack kline #jack kline x reader #jack kline x y/n

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lost-in-purgaytory · 3 years

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Dean Winchester’s Lonely Ex-Boyfriend Club (AO3)

Description: Ficlet. Dean and Cas are getting married! Pretty much everyone they ever met is attending, and that includes exes - some react more maturely than others. Inspired by all the headcanons I have seen about Benny and Crowley at the wedding. Some background about Dean/Benny in Purgatory, bitter Crowley, implied wedding hookups, and of course some cute Dean/Cas fluff.

“So… finally settling down with that angel of yours now, are you?” Benny teased in his soft voice, leaning on the bar.

Dean took a swig of his perfectly ice-cold heaven beer and looked over his shoulder with a fond smile at Cas, who was dancing wildly with Charlie and Gabriel, margarita in hand and wearing approximately half a button up shirt.

“Looks like it,” Dean sighed proudly and shook his head at how unbelievably lucky he was (now that he thought about it, how unbelievably sappy he was too). He huffed a short laugh through his nose at his damn happy self and took another sip of his drink.

Benny appraised him thoughtfully. “Well, you sure look happy.”

Dean nodded and tucked his chin down sheepishly, eyes crinkling. “You know, I really am, man. I really am.”

It was surreal how happy he was, actually - totally foreign and amazing. It wasn’t like he never had a happy moment before in his life, he’d had several, but there was always this voice in the back of his head saying ‘this is only temporary’ and ‘you’ll lose this - probably sooner rather than later.’ But that little voice was gone now. For the first time, Dean was truly at peace. Like some kind of zen master, appreciating every god damn second of his hopeful eternity. There was some real hippie shit going on inside of him right now.

“It was a long freakin’ road getting here,” Dean continued, lost in his own amazement, completely starry-eyed. “I mean, you were there for part of it, so you have some idea. But I never thought… I mean, damn…"

Benny’s signature smirk didn’t waver, but there was a sadness in it too. “And here I thought you were lovesick before, mate,” he joked.

“Oh, shut up,” Dean smiled back, actually having to fight off a blush thinking back to all those times Benny teased him about his affections for Cas back in purgatory - affections which Dean vehemently denied at the time (kinda hard to do when you're crying out a dude's name in your sleep every damn night).

Dean took another large swig of beer, as Benny’s gaze intensified over him - humor and a hint of soulful longing. Exes at the wedding, man… awkward.

But Benny was family, who earned his spot in Dean’s life and his invite to the wedding… just as much as any other guest; more than some of the other guests actually. Like Crowley, for example who was nursing a tumbler of whisky a couple seats over.

If it wasn’t for Benny fighting by his side so loyally as a trusted friend, through the muck and the dark, Dean might never have found Cas in purgatory.

And if Dean was being completely honest with himself (which he was trying to make a habit of, nowadays), Benny helped him in more ways than one. Turns out Dean had needed a big strong vamp with an accent to lead him into some no-strings-attached temptation in purgatory. Under pretense, of course, to maintain plausible deniability.

'Come on boy, we've both got needs and we're not exactly flush with options in this wasteland.’

'We gotta let off some steam every now and again if we wanna stay sharp.’

'What happens in purgatory, stays in purgatory.'

‘Nothing to be ashamed of, love. And don't worry, I won't bite. Unless you ask nicely.’

Apparently, Dean needed that nudge to help him let go of some of that inner shame that kept him from truly accepting that he was attracted to men. And more importantly, Cas.

It probably wasn't normal to invite your ex-vampire fuck buddy to your heaven wedding to your angel best friend, but when had his life ever been normal?

Benny was a crucial player in putting Dean on the right path, into the arms of his angel. And that was all that mattered, so Dean was grateful.

Benny’s constant teasing about Dean being in love with his ‘mysterious angel boyfriend’ made him come to terms with the fact that he had real (scary) feelings for Cas that couldn’t be denied, and made him realize (too late) that he was in love with Cas, as the portal spat him out with Cas still trapped on the other side.

Not too late, he realized suddenly, looking back over his shoulder, floored by the easy smile on his Cas's face as he spun Claire in a circle, in a clumsy imitation of swing dancing. He would have to interrupt soon and teach Cas some real swing-dancing, get some more one-on-one time with his husband.

His goddamn husband.

“I must say…" Benny interrupted Dean's thoughts before they could drift into a domestic daydream, "there were plenty of times I thought, Dean buddy, Hot-Wings clearly aint worth all this trouble,” he shook his head affectionately. “But lookin’ at you now, I figure I was wrong. Happy looks good on you, my friend.”

“Thanks, man,” Dean beamed, holding up his beer for a toast. Benny clinked their glasses together amicably.

“Oh spare me,” Crowley grumbled next to them. “If I have to hear one more heartfelt expression of love and respect, I might just puke all over this cute little reception.”

They both collectively ignored him. Crowley took this as a signal to down the rest of his drink and order a refill with a demanding snap of his fingers.

"Your angel better treat you right," Benny said, politely flagging for a refill of his own.

"No doubts about that," Dean assured.

Suddenly, Cas was at his side, tugging at his sleeve. "Dean!" Cas enthused. Instinctively, Dean tucked him closer into his side and gazed lovingly down at Cas and his endearingly excited expression. "Claire is setting up something called 'limbo' - the dance, not the metaphysical plane. I'm not exactly sure what it entails but I am told it is a tradition."

"Damn right, it's a tradition!" Dean grinned. He couldn't wait to watch Cas do the limbo. Oh, and they had to do conga line at some point. There were still so many human things he wanted to show Cas. A lifetime of things. "Wish my knees weren't so fucked. The limbo's one of the rare things I completely suck at."

Cas cocked his head and squinted his eyes, in the most beautifully Cas way. "This is heaven, Dean. You no longer have any physical ailments or limitations."

Dean pondered that for half a second. "Well, in that case…" he pulled Cas in closer and placed a kiss beneath his ear. Cas melted into him and Dean couldn't wait to get him alone after the festivities, their honeymoon could last for eternity if they so desired. "Might as well take these bad boys for a test drive."

Dean, blissfully happy, dragged his equally blissful husband to the dancefloor, completely forgetting his manners and leaving Benny chuckling at the bar without so much as a 'see you around'.

"Typical, is it not?" Crowley drawled, swirling his drink. "Fool takes one look at that bloody angel and disappears."

"I hate to tell you this, pal," Benny said, sauntering into Crowley's space. "But the jealous ex at a wedding doesn't usually get much sympathy."

"I'm nobody's jealous ex!" the demon growled.

"My mistake," the vampire returned flirtatiously. "Six tequila shots for me and my new friend, please," he ordered casually, without taking his eyes off Crowley.

Crowley raised his eyebrows questioningly, looking Benny up and down with new intrigue.

Benny shrugged. "Open bar. No point sulkin' around all evening." He pushed a shot glass in front of Crowley with his knuckle. "Aren't demons supposed to be the life of the party?"

"You should know I take challenges very seriously..." Crowley threatened, a smile gracing the corner of his lips for the first time all day.

"Countin' on it."

"Well then. To being the life of the party," Crowley announced suavely, lifting the glass from the bar.

"Cheers," Benny agreed, and they downed the hatch.

If they snuck off together at any point during the evening, nobody noticed, too busy paying attention to the happy couple.

#destiel wedding #fanfiction #destiel #deancas wedding #destiel fanfiction #dean/crowley #drowley #dean/benny #bisexual dean winchester

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seven-oomen · 3 years

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Hi, Ben! I hope your day is going well so far! Are you still getting snow, or has the storm calmed a bit? We’re supposed to be getting a potentially severe ice storm over the course of today. There’s already a thin layer this morning, we’ll see how the rest of the day goes. And temperatures are supposed to stay in about the -4 to -6C range the rest of the week. I’m very glad that I’m off the next couple of days, and managed to get by the grocery last night after work.

I saw your post about writing and writing styles! It was helpful because I’ve not really seen the different styles written out and explained before. I’m still not 100% which I am, but probably either an intuitive plotter or a methodological pantser. Usually there’s a scene or a line or two that I’m like “this needs to happen in this story” and everything else is fairly free-form. I did try actually writing down an outline for IYWTD, but even then it’s more a list of beats/tropes and the order I want to include them in. (And I’ve only just made it past halfway through, although a couple may need to be altered a bit, oh god, how did this get so long…)

It’s also always kinda of amusing to me how many of those writing advice lists are like “Don’t do this”, “Stop doing this”, “Never do that”, and then they’ll encourage you to find your own voice and style. Like, bitch, you just told me not to ever do half the shit that makes up my style. Which am I supposed to do? Damn. XD (You will seriously pry adverbs and similar descriptors from my cold, dead, grasping hands. Also the occasional epithet. No, I’m not using a character’s name nine times in one paragraph, sorry, and pronouns don’t always help if the characters are the same gender. The reader can deal. ;D )

And I feel ya on the tall, skinny, blue-eyed boys thing. It doesn’t have to be just a white boy, but if he’s taller than me, slender, and has a pretty pair of baby blues, my higher brain functions tend to go into insta-lag. I ain’t particularly proud, but I’ve long accepted this about myself (there are many reasons Luke became my forever BAE.) That’s not to say a lack of any of those is a deal-breaker in the slightest, but it’s definitely going to immediately get my attention.

Speaking (vaguely) of Luke, I had a thought the other day of him and Din being off on some planet together (Grogu is staying with Aunt Leia and Uncle Han for a few days), and there’s a noise in the middle of the night, and Din refuses to accept Luke’s assurance that there’s nothing out there, and in true himbo fashion insists on going out to investigate having grabbed only the darksaber and his helmet to cover his face -but nothing else. Luke just finds it a combo of hysterical and adorable (and kinda hot.)

I hope your novel is going well (whatever stage you happen to be at), and I’m always up for hearing whatever you feel like sharing about it.

I hope you’re still doing well with the whole eating and hydrating regularly thing (it’s also totally okay if you aren’t!), and I’m super proud of you for sticking to it as much as you can anyway. That shit is hard. (Also, ignore the 1500 calories thing, I swear that shit is designed for 130lb women trying to shed a few pounds, not people who need to safely and steadily lose larger amounts of weight. But then I’ve also never fully understood making someone lose weight before surgery, either. “We need you to get rid of some excess weight before we’ll okay this surgery to *checks notes* get rid of some excess weight." Like, weird flex, but okay.)

Anyway, I’m rambling again, and should really eat some breakfast and try to write a little myself today, maybe. Hope you’re feeling okay, and that things are going well overall. I hope Mo is doing well, and enjoying his best cuddle buddy life. Take care! *Hugs!*

Okay, gonna try this this way so that I can refer back to the links on my phone if need be. I couldn’t quite see the full entries for the physical descriptions, and when I tried clicking on them it kept asking for a login, but I think I saw enough to get the gist. I’m not sure exactly what sort of feedback you’re interested in, if any, so this will mainly be my usual sort of rambling stream-of-consciousness type thoughts and questions. Hope that’s okay. Feel free to ignore if it’s not what you’re after right now! :D

I think one of the first questions that popped to mind was where is/what happened to Ellie’s mom, and is that something that’s going to cause problems later in some way? (I.e.- was she killed on a hunt, are they divorced, was it bitter or amicable [would she come after her daughter if she heard about his relationship?]) I guess technically similar questions could also apply to Nate (late husband, ex-husband, ex-boyfriend, one night stand, sperm donor?) it was just more noticeable with Ellie being so young still. Although that could also be part of why he’s ended up in Wyoming, which was another question I had, although there I assume it’s hunt-related.

I also anticipate quite a bit of tension of all kinds when he and Nate first meet, because Faron strikes me from his descriptions as someone rather used to being able to get his own way either through the influence of who he is, or through his size (not necessarily in any kind of intentional or aggressive way, more in an unconscious privilege kind of way, if that makes sense?), and I don’t think Nate sounds like the type to give two shits about either of those things, and it would probably drive Faron up the proverbial wall that Nate isn’t intimidated by him in the slightest. (I could be entirely wrong about all this, this is just the impression I get so far. :D ) And I think Nate being noticeably older than him would just make it that much more irritating at first, too. Now, how long these impressions last will just depend on how quickly they get to know each other, and whether Bachelor #3 is helping or hindering things. XD The potential for just sitting back and watching the fireworks as “laid-back dad jokes with a quick temper” clashes with “quiet, reserved, and possibly takes themselves slightly too seriously” might prove too much for our last contestant for a while, depending on where his personality falls. ;D (Especially since Faron coming in and starting shit will likely come off as a direct threat to people and places Nate considers under his protection.)

Also, are any of these three going to have met before? Will Nate already have some sort of relationship with the werewolf (Does he already know about the supernatural at all?) Did he and Faron encounter each other on the trip to Europe you mentioned in the Life Highlights? If he and the wolf already know each other, how does he get along with Cas, or Nate’s pets? Is the werewolf also going to be native to the region? Does he know anything about Faron’s family? Does Faron already know he’s a werewolf, or is that going to be a bit of a crisis for him later? A test of how well he’s learned not to judge? If Nate doesn’t already know, how will he deal with both their secrets? Do you plan for full-shift only wolves, partial-shift only wolves, or a mix of the two like TW? Are there other supes in the area?

I think you mentioned maybe having him be of Native American descent? I think that could be very interesting, but would require a LOT of research into which tribes are active in the Yellowstone area, and what their individual mythologies say about things like shapeshifters, and LGTBQ+ issues, etc., because there can be a fair amount of variance, I’m sure. Also, I’m just overall curious how he’ll fit in with the other two size wise (get your mind out of the gutter, you know what I mean. XD ) Also curious if any o them are going to have the slightest clue on the feelings front, or are they all going to be just absolute disasters? Will the kids figure it out before they do? Will the kids get along? (Will BachelorWolf have any kids of his own, or just Nate and Faron?) Will Nate’s coworkers have any clue about either the supernatural, or what’s going on with those three? Because I suspect at least some of them will be way more obvious than they think they’re being. XD

Uh… I think that was all that’s occured to me right now?… I’m sorry you’re having a yucky day overall, and I hope tomorrow’s a bit better! The ice storm has finally moved in here, and I can feel the temperature drop radiating off of the front door and windows. It went from rain to freezing rain/hail and I’m not sure how long it’s supposed to last. Hopefully only a little while. Also, sorry your book was terrible. I haven’t seen too many recent recommendations from friends, and I’ve been mostly reading “cozy” mysteries (Agatha Christie, Elizabeth Peters, etc) as my comfort reading myself, lately, so I can’t really suggest anything in particular, unfortunately. At least, nothing I think you wouldn’t already know. Anyway, hope you’re getting some decent rest, and hope you have a better day tomorrow! Take care! *Hugs!*

Alright since this is going to be like a very long one, I’m break it down into a few things.

First full physical descriptions, cause I didn’t know Milanote would be a bitch about it.

Nate:

164 cm (5'4), 75 kg (166 lbs), Short slightly overweight trans man in his middle age. Nearly always the shortest man in the room, only standing around 5'4 and weighing in around 166 lbs. With kind moss green eyes that have permanent crow's feet in their corners and a polite but reserved smile always on his face.

A face that's framed by faint freckles that are only visible in the sunlight. A neatly trimmed beard spices up his features and frames his pink lips. His thick but short eyebrows frame his eyes and create a short arc to his slim nose.

A high forehead separates his brows from his wavy dark blond hair that's always tucked behind his ears.

He generally wears the Superintendents' Park Ranger uniform while on duty. When he's not he wears comfortable jeans and t-shirts, usually a mono color like green, white, or black, plaid flannel shirts, socks with the weirdest patterns and colors, and hiking boots. He wears a steel ring on his right index finger and has a little steel Mjolnir on a necklace around his neck.

He's missing two fingers (his ring and little finger) on his left hand due to a childhood accident.

Faron:

185 cm (6'1 ft), 93 kg (205 lbs), Faron is a tall man with plenty of muscle from his time hunting. He can seem daunting and intimidating when you first meet him but there is a kinder, softer side to him. He has a warm light brown skin color, blue eyes, and black natural tight curly hair that he keeps very short. His full dark beard decorates his cheeks and chin, connects to his upper lip, and all the way up to his sideburns.

He tends to wear dark clothing, leather jackets, no jewelry that could identify him, jeans, henley shirts, or V-neck shirts, and black, brown, or red jackets. He usually wears black combat boots or dark brown hiking boots. He's got knives and other weapons hidden all over his body and pockets and it might take him a good few minutes to unload every single knife from his body when he was to disarm.

There are also scars all over his body, including some scars on his neck that are visible from day to day life. He had the bad luck of being struck down by a vicious Wendigo but managed to escape. He survived thanks to his sister's quick thinking and first aid.

He covers some of those scars up with tattoos; he has one tattoo of a dragon laying down on his shoulder, with its head on his chest and its body curling over his shoulder and ending just below his shoulder blades. And one tattoo covers up some scars on his lower arm, it's a tattoo of a wolf's head that covers up a bite mark.

Dichali:

He’s 37 and has 4 siblings, and two children, Kajika & Kaniya (Jika & Niya, identical twins, but one of them identifies as male, he’s trans. Kajika is his chosen/reassigned name. They are 10.) Dichali grew up in Riverton, WY, which is the largest town of 10,000 in the largest Native Reservation in Wyoming. He’s also a dear friend to our Nate (who is also his boss technically) and has slowly been falling in love with him for the last few years. (Although he still hasn’t realized that he loves his friend.)

Yena, his coworker and friend, who’s much younger at 25 has been watching her coworker and her boss joke and dance around each other. She has a betting pool with her girlfriend on who snaps first.

Not sure how I’ll connect him to Faron if it’s more fun/better to have him find out later or to already know him and keep it quiet.

I’m still working on him, so I don’t have much of personality and other things written down yet. But I have made his physical description:

At 178 cm (5'8) and 83 kilos (182 lbs) Dichali probably isn't the tallest man you've met, he's also not the shortest. And while he's got some good muscle on him from working as a Park Ranger, and being a werewolf, he also has some softer sides. All the better to cuddle with. He has long straight brown hair that falls to his mid-back and deep brown eyes and a long nose that ends prominently. His eyebrows are thin and he has a high forehead. His skin is a light Tawny color, there's a hint of an orange brown with a cool undertone.

His skin is also relatively clear and youthful looking because of his lycanthropy.

He tends to wear pants and jackets made by native designers and always incorporates native fashion into his outfits. He has jackets of mostly gray, blue, brown, and black colors made of denim, cotton, wool, or brass that are lined with more traditional cloths and patterns like the designer brand Ginew. Usually he pairs them with dark jeans, either black, gray, or dark blue. He pairs it with white, blue, red, black, or printed band t-shirts (Metallica, Green Day, Marianas Trench).

For shoes he has brown hiking boots that are part of the Ranger uniform, more western styled boots like black cowboy boots, and a pair of sneakers.He also wears a copper bracelet with lighting bolts etched into it.

Now this whole story got started because I had the question what if we had a DILF romance going on while/because the following happened?

What if a YouTube video that accidentally got uploaded shows the existence of a werewolf in Yellowstone park? Threatening to expose the entire supernatural world.

The werewolves right now are a mix, so half shift is like the classical half shift of a wolf head on a man’s body, but the full shift is more like a larger wolf. Almost the size of a black bear. Though I might change those ideas as the story progresses.

But that is how the Cryptid of Yellowstone is brought into the world. And that brings problems. Big problems.

Wendigos, vampires, djins, I plan to create a world where a lot of supernatural creates exist. From all sorts of cultures. I’m also toying with the idea of Kelpies and Griffins. That kind of stuff.

The supernatural world is hidden from ours, hidden in plain sight if you will. Most encounters are written off as really strange, sometimes a picture pops up, but with the coming of the internet, things have gotten more complicated. Also with deforestation and competition with regular wildlife has made some bigger supernatural creatures either extinct or thought to be extinct. They’re not sure what still lives in Australia, though.

Nate or his son don’t know about the supernatural world. Neither does Yena. Or much of the world. Dichali, his children (to some extent), Faron, and Faron’s family do know about this world.

Alright, as for your other post XD

Right now it’s no longer storming but due to the freezing temperatures the snow’s not going away and all public transport and delivery services are still not driving/delivering/running. So that’s neat. Not.

I swear we get some snow and the country is just down. Upside, ain’t nobody going outside and this helps with lockdown.

I hope your snowstorm won’t be too bad and everything thaws down soon. Snow’s fun for a day but after that...

Make sure you stay warm alright? And bundle up.

Yes dad... alright XD

Honestly, I’m glad to hear you liked my advice too. I’m getting quite a bit of positive feedback on it and that just makes me really happy ^^. I’m definitely writing more writing advice from everything I’ve learned so far.

There’s honestly so many contradicting ones out there, it’s a matter of picking and choosing which ones work best for you and applying those. And that’s the real trick of advice.

Fun fact, a lot of famous writers are also pantsers. Steven King, Neil Gaiman, George RR Martin are examples of famous pantsers or gardeners as they are also called.

John Grisham, JK Rowling, RL Stein fall into the plotter or architect category.

Writers like Hank Green seem to fall in the in-between category of plantser (somewhere between a plotter and a pantser. Or the Intuitive plotter.)

Okay but the DinLuke things is really really kinda hot and cute and adorable and has me smiling <3

And I can’t remember what else I wanted to say since it is like 2 am and my meds are seriously kicking in now.

But I hope you’re doing alright and that the snowstorm isn’t too bad where you’re at.

I’ll be alright, my diet hasn’t been going so well the last few days and I can’t really exercise, but I did mostly get healthy groceries that will be delivered friday so there’s that.

Fingers crossed I can pick it back up.

Okay I’m heading to bed XD

I’ll talk to you later, B <3

Hugs from me and Mo <3

#my ocs #please don't reblog #B #my convos with anon #ben writes original fiction #submission

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i-call-me-clarence · 4 years

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Dream Weaver

Title (AO3)

Summary: Dean is attacked by a Djinn in Purgatory 2.0, and the fantasy world the Djinn shows his, opens his eyes to just what his life could look like. If only everything wasn't constantly falling apart.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3,399

Tags/Warnings: Djinn Dream, suicide (in a dream), first kiss, miscommunication, idiots to lovers

Written for the @supernaturalpromptchallenge for the prompts, Djinn, Impala

Castiel stands in front of Dean, hands up in a non-threatening gesture, eyes wide with fear.

“Dean,” he starts slowly, taking a careful step forward. “Put down the gun.”

Dean cocks the trigger, pressing the barrel more firmly against his temple.

“Stay back, you son of a bitch.” Dean growls.

Castiel stops his subtle movements. Lowers his hands to his sides.

“Dean.” And now he was bringing out the waterworks. “Please, don’t do this.”

The way his voice shook, the absolute agony in his eyes. The display makes Dean sick to his stomach. Dean should’ve done this ages ago, but it was shit like this that had held him back, made him question himself. Made him question everything.

But this had been going on for too long now. It was time to end it.

A sudden loud banging on the door to his room has Dean flinch, but he still keeps his guard up.

“Dean? Dean!” It’s Sammy. He continues to pound on the locked door, calling his brother's name. “Dean, what’s going on in there?! DEAN!”

“Please, Dean. You’re brother’s here now. You don’t want to do this in front of him.”

Dean keeps his glare aimed on Cas, but then he smiles, causing a wary look to come over Cas’ face.

“How could he have known?” Dean asks, equal parts bitter and smug.

“What?”

“Why is Sammy here, Cas?” Dean asks over the sound of the continued banging and pleading of his brother.

“He’s worried about you, Dean. We both are. Please, just put down the--”

“But how could he have known? You haven’t had the chance to text him. I sure as hell didn’t. No one’s been yelling or making a ruckus.” Dean tilts his head to the side, “So how could he have known?”

Castiel hesitates, unable to think up a lie.

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” Dean takes a deep breath, muscles tensing to pull the trigger.

“NO!” Cas shouts, lunging at Dean. Lunging at him with an Angel Blade in hand.

Dean feels the sharp blade pierce into his skin before there’s a loud bang and everything goes dark.

~~~~

There’s a moment of floating in darkness. Dean feels as if he’s waking up from a dream, put stuck in sleep paralysis, unable to open his eyes. He has time to think, to worry. Had he managed to pull the trigger? Or had Cas taken him out first, and that loud noise he heard was nothing more than Sam breaking through the door.

Well, Dean figured one of two things was going to happen.

One: He’d be trapped in The Empty forever, forced into a dreamless sleep, alone in the dark.

Or two….

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Dean wakes with a sharp gasp. He’s laying on his side in some field, everything around him tinted with a washed out grey. Even the Leviathan corpse a few feet in front of him.

He sits up slowly, taking in the rest of his surroundings; he’s still in the leviathan version of an elephant graveyard, but all the blossoms have been burnt to a crisp.

And he’s completely alone.

“No…”

Dean gets painfully to his feet, looking around, but there's no sign of the Angel anywhere.

“Cas!” he shouts. There’s no answer. “Cas?!”

The bastards must have taken him. But why leave Dean behind?

A sudden rustling sound catches Dean’s attention, and he turns towards it, shotgun raised and at the ready. A few yards off Dean sees a figure moving on the ground, obviously struggling, in pain.

Dean’s face contorts in rage as he approaches the weakened thing.

“You’re one twisted son of a bitch, you know that?” Dean growls at the injured Djinn, raising his shotgun. It’s no dagger dipped in lambs blood, but he knows from experience that enough shots to the head will wipe him out just as easy.

“Please.” The Djinn begs, “I am already weak. And in purgatory. I’m no danger to humans here. You protect them, yes? Please. Let me go.”

“After that stunt you pulled? Not likely.”

“I gave you your greatest wish. You could have lived a full lifetime in the dream. A perfect life. One without loss. Without monsters and sacrifice.”

Dean clenches his teeth together. He feels dirty at having had this thing running around in his mind, learning all his greatest desires, using them against him.

“No thanks. I’d rather have the real thing.” Dean raises his shotgun to shoot the bastard, but stops at the Djinn’s sudden laughter.

“Do you really think you can have that life I have shown to you?” the laughter causes the Djinn to cough up some blood, but he seems unphased by it, instead giving Dean a hateful, crimson smile. “The only way someone like you finds any happiness in this life, is in dreams.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” he says, lowering his shotgun with a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. The Djinn looks hopeful for a moment. Until Dean drops the smile. “But I haven’t given up on reality. Not yet.” Dean pulls out his pistol instead. The Djinn only has a moment to look afraid before Dean fills his skull with bullets.

~~~~~~~

“You don’t have to do that, Cas.” Dean protests for the tenth time.

“It’s the least I can do--literally, seeing as I can’t heal you at the moment.”

“Cas--”

“And you should have had this antidote hours ago.” Cas finishes up the touches and hands the cup of putrid smelling liquid to Dean. “You should’ve told me about the Djinn attack earlier.”

“Yeah, well we had bigger things to worry about.” Dean downs the liquid quickly, making a face and gagging afterwards. “I swear this stuff tastes worse each time you take it.”

“Maybe you should stop being attacked by Djinn if you hate the taste so much.” Castiel says, grabbing the cup from where Dean had sat it on the table. He’s halfway to the sink before he stops, sighing and setting the cup down on the metal island instead, and turning back to face Dean.

“I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m the one who left you there, unprotected. My one concern was getting the leviathan away from you, I didn’t consider--”

“It’s fine, Cas.” Dean waves a dismissive hand, before perking up a little. “Hey, grab some of that whiskey, will ya?”

Castiel picks up the bottle from where it sits on the counter, and stares at it dubiously. “Are you sure that’s wise? Mixing Djinn antidote with Jack Daniels?”

“It’s fine.” Dean assures. “Plus, it’s the only thing that can wash this taste out.”

Castiel obliges with a disbelieving brow. He brings the whiskey plus two small glasses to the table and sits down across from Dean.

Dean grabs the whiskey with the same enthusiasm as a kid snatching a bag of candy.

“You know.” he starts as he unscrews the lid and pours them each a healthy dose of amber liquid. “The dream wasn’t all bad. Actually it was pretty awesome.”

“Babes, beers and burgers?” Castiel asks sarcastically.

“Harty har har.” Dean rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his drink, Castiel mirroring him. “No, it was, uh, actually kinda like how things are now.”

“Really?” Castiel quirks a brow.

“Yeah, except everything seemed to have worked out for us, ya know? No chuck. Sam and Eileen weren’t,” Dean nods his head towards the direction of the war-room, in which he was pretty sure poor Sammy was getting dumped. Dean felt bad for the kid, but didn’t blame Eileen in the slightest either. He understood how she felt. Hell, he’d been struggling with the same maddening question of ‘am I just doing something because I was scripted to’ right along with her. “And Jack was…” Dean looks up to judge Cas’ reaction at the mention of Jack.

“He was alive in your dream?” Castiel asks. He doesn’t seem upset. Simply curious. Maybe a bit jealous.

“Yeah. He was.” Dean sniffs and takes another, larger drink.”Had him enrolled in school for some reason.” Dean huffs a laugh.

“He would’ve enjoyed that.” Castiel smiles.

Dean looks up at Cas, wondering if he should continue. Tell Cas what else he’d seen in that fantasy world.

“Cas, actually, there’s, uh, something else that happened in the dream, and, uh,” Dean chuckles nervously. “Well, you were in it, obviously. And you even lived here at the Bunker. I mean Jack was here, so you being here made sense. But also--” Dean loses his breath, looks up at Cas, hopefully for some reassurance or something. Dean’s pretty sure they’d been flirting around this thing for a while now. He was pretty sure he wasn’t stepping over any lines here.

“Dean,” Castiel says slowly, looking like the word was painful for him to say. He looks up at Hunter with pleading eyes. “Perhaps--” he stops himself, clenching his jaw and looking down at the table, lips working as if they didn’t want to say what he was gonna say, and yet Cas was determined to force them into forming words anyway, “Maybe now isn’t the best time.” he forces out.

Wow.

Okay.

“Yeah, yeah.” Dean scoffs. “Sharing dreams is a bit too slumber party for me anyways.” he huffs a fake laugh, staring into his whiskey, wishing he could drown in it.

So apparently he’d read that situation wrong.

‘Maybe that Djinn was right’ he had time to think before Sam walks in, stricken face telling Dean that his brother needed him to stop his own moping and be a shoulder to lament on right now. Dean could do that. And gladly did. Anything to get him to stop thinking about how badly he just fucked up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean grabs his keys from his room and heads towards Bunker doors. He’s the only sober one, surprisingly, and their ‘We Beat Chuck’ party was beginning to get low on booze. The last thing anyone wanted was for a bunch of hunters, werewolves, and a Queen of Hell to start rioting over the lack of alcohol.

“Dean!” Sam calls out to him when Dean passes through the library.

Sam is stupid drunk at this point, he stands from his chair and almost falls back down into it. An amused Eileen helps him to his feet, and then over to where Dean is holding back laughter.

“Where’re you goin’?” he asks eloquently.

“Beer run. Be back in a few.”

Sam stumbles over to stand in front of Dean, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder to balance himself.

“Where’s Cas?”

Dean’s brows dips down in confusion, and suspicion.

“Don’t know. Dude went AWOL before Garth even showed up. Who knows with that guy.”

“Maybe you should call him.” Sam suggests, poking Dean in the chest with his free hand. “An’ then you could go on th’ beer run together?” he smiles happily at Dean once he’d finished slurring his words at him.

“Real subtle, Sam..” Eileen quips.

“What?” Sam looks back at Eileen, distraught. And then poorly stage whispers, “Really?”

“Alright sasquatch. Go sit down before you fall down and kill somebody.” Dean helps a pouting Sam back over to the table before turning to Eileen. “You got him?”

“I’ve got him.” she assures, and then smiles. “But maybe Sam is right. You should call Castiel.”

Dean could feel himself start to blush, so quickly gave a line about ‘that being his que to leave’ and booked it for the safe confines of Baby.

Once he was out of the Bunker, walking across the gravel to where he’d parked the Impala, a voice calls out to him. Dean turns to see Castiel standing near his pimpmobile, as if he’d just arrived.

“Dean.”

Dean halts his stride and waits for Castiel to catch up to him.

“Where are you going?” Castiel looks back to the Bunker and at the plethora of cars still parked around it. It was obvious a party still rolled on inside.

“Beer run.” Dean says hoarsely, then clears his throat “I’m going on a beer run.”

“May I join you?”

This was one of those moments that made Dean still wonder if Chuck was still writing the script. Or maybe Becky this time. Hell, maybe even Sam and Elieen.

“Su-Sure.” Dean falters before power walking to the Impala and getting in.

Castiel gets into the car as well, and after a moment turns to look at Dean.

“Umm, Dean?” he questions. “Are we going, or…?”

“What?” Dean looks up from where he’d zoned out on the steering wheel to Cas’ amused face. “Oh! Right.” Dean blushes and fumbles with his keys as he starts the car.

~You’re my Angel! Come and save me tonight!~

Aerosmith blares across the speakers before Dean can dart out a hand to switch off the radio.

Castiel chuckles, “Not a big Aerosmith fan?”

“It was… loud.” Dean stammers.

“Okay.” he says decisively, deciding now would be a good time to actually, you know, drive and all.

Dean reaches up to put Baby in drive, but Castiel stops him with a hand over Dean’s. Dean looks down at Cas’ hand, then up to his face in alarm. This was… probably normal. The touch had Dean feeling all kinds of ways, but it was definitely just a platonic hand touch. This was fine. Dean wasn’t a freakin’ Vulcan or anything.. ‘What am I even on about?!’ Dean’s inner voice screams at him hysterically.

“Actually, maybe it’s best I say this before we’re on the road.” Castiel explains himself. But still doesn’t remove his hand.

“Say what?”

“I think we should… talk.”

“O-kay.” Dean swallows nervously. A talk? That was normal too. Right? They had talks. Lots of talks. So why did Dean feel like all the air had just been sucked out of the Impala.

“I wanted to ask about when the Djinn attacked you in purgatory.”

Dean feels his stomach drop, his hands dropping from the steering wheel as well, causing Cas’ hand to fall away.

“Why?” he asks apprehensively.

“You never got to finish telling me about your dream.”

“Drop it, Cas. It doesn’t matter.” Dean sniffs and tries to put on a bored face. “Listen, are we going or not. Got a lot of thirsty people back there--”

“I think it does matter.” Castiel says seriously. “And I think…” he looks down at his hands, then to the glove box, the to just over Dean’s shoulder, everywhere but at Dean.. “I think I know what you were going to say, before I stopped you. I’m sorry I stopped you. But If I’m right, then it was necessary.”

“Necessary?” Dean scrunches his face up in anger and confusion. “What the hell are you talking about ‘necessary.”

“It means I made a deal, which made it necessary you didn’t say what I think you were going to say.”

“Cas, what the hell!” Dean yells, tossing his hands up. “A deal?! How many times have we been over this!” Dean glowers at Castiel for a moment, who looks rightfully chastised, before asking, “What kind of deal.”

“I--” Cas starts, then gets a defiant look in his eye. “I asked you first.”

“Seriously?”

Cas’ raises a brow to say that yes he is serious, he’s always serious.

Dean gives in with an angry “Fine.” and a huff.

“So. It was like I told you. Chuck gone. Eileen and Sam were together. Jack was back.” Dean swallows. Looks to Cas. Looks away. “And that was basically it. Just a, ya know, nice, homey, hunter existence. Not too over the top. Djinn did a good job. Probably why it trapped me for so long.”

“There’s something that you’re leaving out.”

Dean looks over at Castiel with frightened eyes, “What?”

“When I stopped you, you were talking about… us.” Castiel prompts carefully.

Dean could feel his heart pounding in his ears, and his whole body heat up suddenly like he’d just been tossed into an oven. Cas was looking at him with what seemed like… hope? What the hell! Hadn’t the guy shot him down just a few weeks ago? And now he was...What? Dean had no idea.

A voice in his head said ‘Fuck it’, and as usual, when that voice said those magic words, Dean tended to just roll with the changes and ‘do the thing’. He takes a deep breath, then turns to give Cas a steady look.

“In the dream we were together. Like, together together. Hallmark movie, lasso the moon, together.”

Cas opens his mouth to respond but Dean decides he can’t actually hear what Cas might have to say right now, so keeps talking, stopping Cas before he starts.

“Okay, now you gotta explain why you blew me off, ‘cause you’d think a dude stops another dude from confessing that sort of thing ‘cause he--but you--”Dean stops and stares helplessly at Cas for a moment, who’s still smiling. “What I’m trying to say is I’m getting some crazy mixed signals here, man.”

“I’m sorry about the ‘mixed signals’. They aren’t really mixed. I mean, I’m not mixing them on purpose.” Castiel draws a hand over his face, obviously struggling as much as Dean had been. Good. “I do like you, Dean.” Castiel says, almost shyly but still with conviction. “In fact what I feel for you has long since passed ‘like’.” Castiel swallows and looks up at Dean.

“Yeah?” Dean asks, sounding hoarse.

Cas huffs a laugh, “Yeah.”

“I, uh, more than like you too. Or whatever.” Dean rubs at the back of his neck. “But why did you keep shooting me down? One minute I’m thinking we’re about to-- and the next you’re telling me you have to go. I mean, ever since the dream, it’s like you’ve been runnin’ hot and cold on me.”

“I had made a deal with The Empty--”

“Cas!”

“It was to save Jack’s life, and I’ve already taken care of it. In fact, that’s why I was late to the party.”

“You’ve already taken care of it?” Dean asks in disbelief. “What kind of deal was it?”

“A soul for a soul. Jack get’s to stay out of The Empty, and then the moment I was ‘Truly at happy and at peace’ the Empty would come to collect me.”

Dean stares at Cas for a moment, dumbstruck, before shouting, “Dude, what the hell?!”

“It’s been taken care of. Rowena and Billy came up with a sort of… sleeping pill for the Empty. Runic stones that allow him to sleep even though I’m not there. It was part of the deal in releasing all the other Angels as well. I was helping Billy to deliver the stones before I came here.”

“So everything’s good now?” Dean asks gruffly.

“Yes.” Castiel sighs. “Everything has been settled. Like I said.”

“I really wanna be mad at you for making deals and keeping secrets. But you did fix everything. And I also really wanna kiss you right now.”

“We could kiss now, and then you could yell at me about being an idiot later?”

“Deal.” Dean leans in and kisses Castiel.

They kiss for a moment before Dean begins to smile, so much so that it’s interrupting their kiss.

“What is it?” Castiel asks, amused and now with a smile to echo Dean’s, though he doesn’t know what they are smiling about.

“It’s just,” Dean laughs in disbelief. “All of this,” he shakes his head, laughing again. “It’s literally a dream come true.”

“You know what they say about letting your dreams stay dreams.”

“Okay, you are banned from the internet. Forever.”

Castiel laughs, and Dean can’t help himself from leaning back into Cas’ space, pressing his lips against the grinning corner of Cas’ mouth, and down his jaw.

“Dean.” Castiel admonishes as the Hunter starts loosening Castiel’s tie and working the buttons open on his shirt. “Anyone could walk by and see us.”

“Let ‘em.” Dean growls, mouthing at the skin he’s exposed. “I’ve waited too damn long for this. If they see something it’s their own friggin’ fault for lookin’.”

Castiel laughs, leaning his head back against the window with a dull thunk.

A few people do walk by on the way to their cars--including Garth--but the windows were too fogged up for any of them to see anything before they followed this sage advice: If the Impala’s rockin’, don’t come a knockin’.

#supernaturalpromptchallenge #spn fic #destiel fic #my fic #Djinn dream #season 15 fic

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jae-canikeepyou · 5 years

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genre: superpower!au a/n: here’s ch two y’all. enjoy reading! :3

the brightness of the lights somehow blinded you even at closed eyes. you were aware that you were indoors, but where exactly? it was funny how they didn’t touch your headphones, they just left it on you. after all, your state slowly entered the conscious, you knew you were placed upright. the tightness of whatever was holding from the torso below meant that you were.. bedridden? you assumed straps or belts held you from moving. and it actually was. you struggled as you tried to escape. your body automatically stopped when the doorknob turned.

“don’t you think it’s harsh on her?”

“i do believe that. we did save her. it’s kinda sad to think that these are the orders from capt.” a sigh left the lips.

“poor girl. she’s innocent, yet she’s being held down.”

“she may look like one, but her category says otherwise.”

ca- category?.. first i’m told i’m different and now i’m being categorised? how messed up can the world get?

they saw you flinched at their words, telling that you were awake. your mouth tried to find words to speak, to no avail none came out. were you afraid to talk? or were you afraid of what you might do to them just as what you did in the years back? although your eyes were still closed, tears began to fall down your cheeks and stained the pillow wet. sniffs turned into deep breaths and that turned into a wail.

“hey she’s crying?”

you were practically close to screaming until the bed you laid on began to shake vigorously. the weak self you were before you passed out became a total different person. the straps ripped apart, making you open your eyes to glance the four people you probably last saw. they were three boys and a girl of your age. you didn’t care at that moment but you knew you had to tell them to get out, now.

“get out..” you finally spoke, revealing the voice of pain. gazes glued on you couldn’t follow. “i said get out before it triggers!” the looks on their faces knew something was up. each of them pushed themselves to exit, obviously experiencing this for the first time. they knew you were different after all, as the device had discovered.

the systems attached to your flesh fell off and the light flickered non stop. the ground didn’t shake, yet it brought fear to those who witnessed it. the glass opposite from you didn’t shatter. the four behind it watched as your body released dark light across the room, then slowly disappearing, along with your hoarse voice.

“that was what she meant by trigger?” seokmin raised his brows.

“not sure. let’s go in.” mina went out of the observation room and into yours. she opened the door as the others followed her. she noticed how nothing had changed since you had asked them to leave. “are you alright?”

eunwoo nudged the girl, fearing it might be a sensitive question. as he scanned the room, the fish in the tank by the window floated to the surface of the water. lifeless.

“it’s an oblivion?” he whispered under his breath, yet it was loud enough for the other three to hear. they followed where eunwoo was looking and bunch of gasps and profanities escaped their mouths.

you stared into nothingness, not caring about what you’ve done. a blank expression. sure you grew tired of it because countless of souls were victims of your curse. “glad i got you lot out in time.. at least..four can ease my guilt of taking hundreds others..” you chuckled and yet tears formed at the corner of your eyes. hiccups covered by your bruised hand only caught their attention. it was enough said to explain your back story.

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the trays of finished food stacked on your side built up since you arrived. the four stared at you like you have never eaten your entire life.

“she’s pretty but this is a slightly turn-off.” mingyu unknowingly stated softly, earning a punch from the other three. they didn’t want you to hear it. “ah i spoke my mind again.”

“no worries. this turn-off can forgive quite easily.” you munched on your food without looking at them.

“really?!” mingyu smiled that his tiny fangs showed.

“can’t you tell she was being sarcastic, mingyu?” mina facepalmed at the boy’s idiocy. “i’m sorry he’s being a fool. us here don’t even know why we became friends in the first place.”

eunwoo noticed how you were a bit livelier than earlier. “right. y/n. i’m sorry too but we haven’t properly introduce ourselves. my name’s-“

“you’re eunwoo. the girl next to you is mina and the one beside her is seokmin. the kid who’s still smiling like a fool is mingyu.” you said so swiftly that you continued to eat.

seokmin scratched the nape of his neck. “uhm, you haven’t even looked at us yet but know our names already. how?”

“i have. only once though.” you finally looked at them as you wiped the leftover rice stuck onto your face.

the rest of them tilted their heads, not sure whether to be amused or stranged out at your behaviour.

probably one of the absolute’s traits right?

you saw mina talking to seokmin with their eyes.

“i’m glad that you’re finally speaking.” eunwoo rested his hands on your shoulder. “now that you’ve eaten, we’ll take you to meet the rest.”

the rest? you didn’t know what he meant by that.

it was not long until you realized you were dressed in a gown that you’ve only seen in hospitals. your chest began to tighten, not liking the feeling and whatever was going to happen. “i need to use the toilet.” you voiced out, rushing to the door.

“hey but you don’t know where it is!” mingyu yelled, only to be responded with a slam of the door.

you knew you had to get out of there. the aura of the place seemed strange since you stepped out of the room. the tiled floor gave you a shock when you began to run down the corridor, like you knew where to go. footsteps were gaining from behind as they echoed to your ears. this couldn’t be a hospital, you thought. the last time you’ve ever been into one, left you a bad memory. a place that was supposed to be for safe haven became a place of seclusion and experiments.

you ran as the beats of the music played matched the steps and the situation you were currently in. where did your other stuff go? all you had were your headphones and this gown they changed you into, and you knew you had to look for them. the view at the end of the corridor had an opened door, which made it easier for you to escape.

or so you thought.

it revealed a huge hall with long tables and chairs, seated with people of your age, younger and older. they were having their feast. “stop her!” mina warned. “don’t let her get out!”

the people’s eyes were on you almost immdiately. they were like ants that somehow got into your path, the people who sat earlier swarmed over to block your way. what happened next shocked you: some had their hands brought forth with light emitted on their palms. some in a fighting stance of elemental features on their soles, while some flew above. they tried to use offence until a clap of three times made all of them stop in their tracks.

“i wouldn’t want to do that to her if i were you. all of you combined wouldn’t stand a chance against her.” his voice that seemed like honey that a hint of bitterness yet it showed his stern. the rest of them retracted from doing anything further. you put your headphones around your neck, noticing how the others had stopped in their place. soon they returned to their seats and listened to the man. “ah you must be y/n. crew 097 did a great job saving you out there.”

you turned around to see a silhouette, going down the stairs by the stoned wall. the upper balcony lights slowly revealing to be a young man in his mid twenties.

“saved? if this is called saving why am i locked in the room?” you looked at the young man, giving him a chuckle of disbelief.

“that is how we treat new victims from the outside, though it’ll only be for a night. you’ll be heading to your unit tomorrow.” he said, his hands gesturing in the air. the silence of the hall deafening you and his voice ticked you off.

“i don’t intend to stay in this wretched premises.” you scoffed and rubbed your nose in irritation.

“you barely stayed an hour and there’s nothing you could do about that. you’re one of us. except, a little different since you’re an absolute.”

they again mentioned ‘absolute’. that term mina and seokmin referred you was still unclear.

whispers became louder when he said that terminology. you looked at the people around you, mixed stares of curiosity and fear written in their faces. the man gave a slight smile. “but, if you really want to leave that is okay.” he said as he gestured the door up front.

“i appreciate your understanding.” you looked at him. before he spoke, you already knew what he was about to say. your face darkened. “still, you wouldn’t let me leave because you have a condition.”

“i’m sure you know the answer, y/n. how about telling it to everyone here?” he walked to you.

a sigh of exhaustion left your mouth, your tongue clicked, mentally facepalmed of the thought you saw in him.

sigh.. he wanted you to challenge him to a duel.

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the crowd of people circled around the both of you, that they considered it as entertainment. “no powers, physical would do.” the man rolled up the cuffs of his shirt until it reached his elbows.

“powers my butt.” you hissed so low that the spectators assumed you prayed for a safe battle. “i don’t have any power except this unexplainable curse.” you placed your headphones back to your ears, the voices of others soon died down.

“i’m kinda worried about this.” eunha covered her eyes.

“just wait and see. you’ll be impressed, i think.” eunwoo assured the girl, though he worried himself too.

“she wore her headphones for goodness’ sake!” eunha gestured. “how can you concentrate with those?”

the duel began when he walked towards you, he brought forth his wrists in great force to give you several punches along with kicks. you avoided them, like you knew when his next moves were; by this you dodged every attempted hit that he wished they’d land on your flesh. the alternate throws from the both you caused the crowd to switch attention.

however to their dismay you were faster than they thought. you saw through his plan on offence that you instead responded in defence, blocking his wrists and legs. not a single bruise or cut or scar touched your skin. you saw his thoughts and figured he was going for the uppercut then pinning you down next. that was when you decided to go for the offence. as you avoided the hits, you got the chance to elbow wrap his right arm. it caused him to bend down, announced his defeat in the duel.

applause soon filled the hall, whistles high pitched. the man later revealed his name to be gongchan. he shook your hand to call it even. he then gave a quick pat on your head. he soon left the hall, slightly stretching his arm to sooth the pain. his silouhette vanishing at the hall horizon. he raised his hands, but you read him. you can leave since you won, but where else would you go other than here? no one would take you in. your choice y/n.

you bit your lips, contemplating whether to stay or not. his words had a point. you seemed they accepted you for who you were; who you really were. maybe you would sta-

you took hold of the arm that aimed the back of your head. mingyu whined at the strength of your small palms, continuously tapping your hands. “okay okay release me!” he then ruffled your hair, slightly excited of what he saw. “man you saw through me. y’know, gongchan never challenged anyone.” he rubbed his arm. “anyone.. except for one person.”

mina ran to you, she clung onto your arm as if you were already friends. “you’re one of the two challengers. seeing who you are now, i think it’s right to think you’re like him!”

“who now?” you raised your brow.

“he was the only one here in the core.” eunwoo gestured you to follow him.

the core was what the people living in the premises was called. gongchan named it after the location of the premises— at the centre of the isolated snow island.

“not anymore though, since you’re already here.” seokmin trailed from behind.

“we’ll introduce you to him when we see him.”

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the feeling of fresh clothes and fabric wrapped your skin, quickly adjusting to the warmth. you checked yourself at the mirror for the last time before heading out. the core said that it was best to share rooms with mina since she did encounter you first. the sincerity she showed was more than enough. she lent you some of her old clothes and those she hasn’t worn in ages.

“y’know you’re actually nice.” you complimented her.

“thank you y/n. i had a feeling we’d be friends for a long time.” she tossed you one of her scarves that matched your headphones. her lips quivered to ask but decided not to do it anyway.

“you don’t have to feel pity towards me.” you wore the scarf, soon laying on your bed. “i’ve been like this since i was twelve.”

“how did you know what i was going to say?” she gasped as she walked towards you. “it’s like you can hear my thoughts. that’s crazy.”

you sighed like it was new to you. “rather than ‘hearing’, i could see them.” this made mina furrowed her brows, trying to understand where you were going to.

“i can see what you’re thinking. your thoughts appear as pictures to me. just now you thought i was poor, someone who probably lost their way. someone who was abandoned.” you paused for a while, the clock ticking was the only thing heard across the room. “well you got the latter right.”

“i’m so sorry.” she sat at the corner of your bed. “must be hard on you because you’re an absolute.”

“i got through it in ten years. i don’t see why it’s pitiful.” you rubbed your temples. “and stop with the ‘absolute’ thing. as much as i don’t want to repeat it myself, i’m not one of you.”

“look y/n. someone who is an absolute is so rare. they’re unique. and as far as i’m concerned, they’re the most powerful. that’s you.” she grabbed your hands and said it like it was some kind of fairytale.

a blank expression plastered on your face, clearly not wanting to have this conversation again. “powerful, huh? you’re saying i have powers? how do you know? what does an absolute do?”

mina giggles at you when you bombarded her with questions. “y/n, we didn’t get our powers for no reason. we get them when we experience a near-death situation. the core has a system where we’re categorised based on the powers we have. gongchan recently developed a device to detect what we possess.”

“if you say so, i don’t remember being in a situation where i nearly died.” you hugged your pillow.

she explained how she got hers. her house burned into ashes one spring morning. she was playing near the electronic fireplace when it malfunctioned, creating scars onto her skin. she mentioned how most kids in the core were either abandoned or orphaned. in worse cases, their loved ones chose to forget who they were. “hey. you’ll be safe here, y/n. trust me on this one.” she headed for bed and switched off the lights where the room slowly dimmed into darkness, leaving you and your thoughts still.. wide awake.

you looked at your hands as you wondered what you done earlier in the duel. they call it a superpower when you grew up thinking that the voices in your head were your own; when it was actually other’s. you saw their thoughts, their attempts, even if they did not speak it out. you saw it through. there was one thing mina did not answer at all— what does an absolute do? why did the people you encountered or stayed with lose their lives when you were around?

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| marked — chapter two: powers |

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maggie-thornecliff · 6 years

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The Bitter Farewell

The ursine figure adorned in black leathers and a surly glower quite deliberately unfastened each buckle on his sword belt, scabbard and rucksack, catching at the weapons and laying them over the bag. "Tha's it, s'all Oi got ye feckers. Now, can Oi 'ave a bit' wit' moi Sis'er, or can Oi 'ave a bit' wit' moi feckin' Sis'er?"

The Royal Knights offered dark looks and sour expressions in return with the snooty one piping up. "Got any magical items on you?"

Rolling his eyes, Nic spreads his arms out wide to reveal he'd the spiked bracers; flipping the snaps on them and allowing them to fall before responding. "Jes' me invisible ca'. Roigh' now 'e's pawin' 'alf way up yer rectum in search o' some bloody grey matt'er."

A more indignant Knight gestures to Nic. "We don't have to let him in, do we?"

Nic jabs his thumb toward the rucksack. "You wan' ta argue wit' tha' whatchamacall't 'Envoy' abou' whoi Oi can' see moi Sis'er th' feckin' noigh' b'fore she's suppose' ta be put down loike th' dog ya are, go roigh' tha fuck on. Don' think fer a momen', Oi won' 'ave yer arse pulled roigh' ou' o' yer cozy feckin' bed ta unlock this feckin' door when we're Loigh' damned done, ya cunt."

Dame Madigan Thornecliff had shown up in a sundress and a little over-jacket, a sturdy pair of shoes, and purse containing little else than some spare change and a key. The only oddity of her normally demure public face was the complete lack of makeup, and the many fine scars about what skin of hers was bared being on full display.

She hid them less and less, as time went on. She stepped up near Nic, side-eyeing the tail end of the affair with a mostly-still-sort-of-poorly hidden smirk. With one hand, she offered her purse without being prompted, to the guards.

Not so much cowed as helpless to argue the ursine man's position, the guards turn a somewhat relieved eye to the approaching woman. "Name? Do you have the Envoy's Letter, or a Writ approving you entry to the Cell, Miss?"

She paused, worried for a moment that she'd forgot it, but she pulled it out from under her shirt without the slightest shred of shame. The letter she'd been sent regarding the request to see her. She offered a smile of not-really-apology, and offered it in turn.

"Dame Madigan Thornecliff. Do believe I'm expected."

The men and women - half in Royal Stormwindian armor, half in Royal Gilnean - offered a measuring look to the little woman. The Stormwindians seemed dubious of such a fragile seeming Knight, but the scars she bore told a different tale. as one of them reviewed the missive, another - female - Knight patted Maggie down in search of even minor contraband, even running their fingers along her hair to confirm she hadn't hidden anything like poison or weapons on her person.

Behind them, leaned up against the door as he waits for it to be unlocked, Nic calls out, "Mates, th' only feckin' reason she's 'ere, is she's decoided ta let ya martyr 'er in th' name o' peaceful discourse an' fair play. If she said word one ta anyone abou' wan'in' ou' o' yer fancy feckin' tower, we'd all be 'avin' tea somewhere ya ain' never 'eard of. Now, can we git feckin' on wit' this shite?"

"Did you just threaten to aid and abet the prisoner's escape." The Knight who spoke clearly had not one damned clue who the fuck he was talking to. The ursine man seemed unwilling to to inform him. "Oi said she wouldn' be 'ere. Oi didn' say Oi'd 'ave a 'and in it. Now, open this feckin' door, or Oi'll star' callin' on some folks tha'll put foire in yer King's arse abou' yer yammerin' an' bullshit ya caustic cunts."

Eyes narrowed, the Stormwindian Knights each draw their swords moving back to approach Nicosa with genuine offense and anger in their eyes. "You're coming with us."

Unphased by the overt threat, Nic simply shook his head, tapping on the door with his index finger. "Oi'm goin' in 'ere, an' Oi'm 'earin' moi Sis'er's foinal words. Now, Oi can do tha' peaceful loike, or Oi can be a dick. Oi guaran-feckin'-tee all o' ya roigh' 'ere an now - someone'll eventually take me down, bu' it won' be any o' you, an' yer fam'lies are gonna 'ave ta learn 'ow ta live wit' out ya if ya don' open this Loigh' damned feckin' door!"

Maggie slid gently into place between Nic and the armed guards, hands spread in a gentle supplication. She seemed calm, and serious, attempting to project that calmness to the men who thought it their place to interfere. Nevermind that beneath the veneer, she was fully prepared to peel them all like rotten cabbages and boil them.

"I beg of you, allow th'man 'is anger, grief. It's no' e'ery day a sod says goodbye to a little sister, aye?" The gilnean accent slipped through, the more polished speech from before faded away in the heat of the moment. She looked between the two stormwindians, beseechingly.

None of the Gilneans seemed remotely phased by the man's conduct and, despite the King's disposition toward the prisoner, they'd no intention of adding kerosene to the potential inferno brewing in the North. The female Gilnean stepped up passed her two countrymen to unlock the door; waving their invitations. "We've got your names and mail drops. Anythin' 'appens in there, we'll find ya. Remember tha', th' both of ya." She replies as the key turns in the lock and it's held ajar for the two to enter.

Looking passed the door, Nic and Maggie are treated to the sight of Lochlyn burrowed deep beneath the tousled blankets of a mattress fully capable of supporting two full-fledged Worgen; though she'd quite purposefully set herself along the left side. The moment Madigan is through the opening, Nic follows suit and slams the door shut behind him. "Oi! No more lollygaggin', Missus. S'toime ta git up an' give a fuck're two, ya?"

The slamming door nearly leapt the amazonian woman from the bedsheets; Lochlyn half-stumbling as her eyes fluttered in surprise and her feet tangled in the sheet as they struck the floor. Had it not been for the poster bed, she may have toppled over entirely. "Nicosa! Madigan!" Each name is uttered in reverent relief. "You're here!" she adds sobbing and dropping to her knees.

Madigan took a heartbeat to attempt to determine how to proceed, whether to hang back for the sake of family, or dig right in as well. She seemed to have settled on the second, gliding quickly over towards Lochlyn and more or less flumping down onto her knees next to her. Sitting on the floor for such a talk was really not the weirdest thing she'd done this week.

She held out one scarred hand, nodding and glancing to Nic, before looking back to Lochlyn. "Wosen' goin' t'leave you wonderin', woz I. 'm here."

Nic's first deed of the night was to pull the wash basin in front of the door and flip off the guards on the opposite side. "Interrupt tha', ya pricks." He grouses tersely before strutting meaningfully across the room to pull Lochlyn across his lap as he sat; leaving space for Maggie to remain close and in contact with her as he wrapped her up in a bear hug. "Oi go' Eido jes' itchin' on th' other soide o' tha' door, an' 'e Says Teren's inna Keep roigh' now. Say th' word, an yer ou' o' this shite in seconds." he offers in a gruff, raspy voice. "Le's give these' cunts a pound o' flesh from sommat tha' actually feckin' deserves it, eh?"

There was such a weariness, a grief chained down by at least her own muddled understanding of the situation. Maggie murmured softly, rubbing a thumb across the backs of Lochlyn's knuckles. "Quite the torch to light. An' oi'd love you all the more fer it, an' wave it for all moi days."

But she was sort of sure what the answer was. Her smile was weary and rueful.

Lochlyn's heart broke at the offer and encouragement, bowing her head as she held tightly to both Nic and Maggie with her hands. She'd lost a great deal of weight, though she seemed to have become leaner and more muscular, not necessarily unhealthy. "I can't..." she whispers softly, her voice cracking. "I looked. Methuselah looked. There are tens - hundreds of thousands to save me - but... thousands more die in my place."

Unimpressed, Nic shakes his head. "Oi'll make sure thousan's o' these pricks doi fer hangin' ya - an' tha's low-ballin fer wot Teren'll do if ya le' this 'appen. Ya 'ave ta know tha'."

Nodding, the Paladin sighs, collapsing her weight against her older Brother. "Those... won't be Kidens..." She murmurs, as if that explained it all.

Maggie wilted a little, but she knew. She'd beseeched Lochlyn on the very same account, weeks ago, to no avail. She spoke so softly, but her words still seemed to have weight, purpose, structure.

"You told me a story, once. Of riding up to the Wall, and all those left abandoned on the same outside've it as you stood on. An' you helped, a'cos that's wo' you do. This's always been about yer people, from long a'fore you even came back from th'North. Still is. Aye?"

"Always," She rasps in her husky contralto. "Do you believe I am... so unwilling to surrender ground? I have taken the ground that Kiden is built upon from the hand of Greymane and the Forsaken and the Horde and everyone who ever thought to take it from me." She seemed genuinely angry, coming up from Nic's chest with her hands against his torso.

"I do not do this to give ground, but to save it. To protect our people. We are not done. I assure you, my death -- it is not the end of Kiden, or Unhu. It is merely the end of--" She shakes her head, her sapphire eyes dulling. "I've been dead for a year, my friend. I died in the Nether and this --" She looks over her hands and arms in denial. "--body... was constructed to house a damned and damaged soul. I am only pieces of the woman you knew. I don't know how to be her. I know how... how to honor her. I am doing with this life what I believe she would have done in my place; and putting to rest a spirit which should never have been pulled delivered from it's fate. That is the truth. That is... the deepest secret I hold. I'm a ghost trapped in a living body."

The Knight nodded in quiet, awful understanding. There was such a burden of truth in those words, she could hear it, and she accepted them just as she'd accepted the promise that had been asked of her. It didn't stop the tears from falling down her face, flowing almost freely, as she looked between the two siblings. But she didn't interrupt.

"Tha's shite!" Nic replies, clasping his hands around the much narrow arms his Sister now bore. Sapphire burned into the Paladin's own crystalline gaze as he spoke softly. "Teren'll burn Azerot' ta feckin' ashes wit'out' you. Do you unnerstan'? He can still feel ya, na' tha's all Oi need ta know, ta know yer moi feckin' Sis'er. Oi don' care if yer a 'unnered percen', or one percen' o' 'er. Yer a Koiden, an' we love ya." the unequivocal anger as he reprimands her is menacing, despite the restraint he's using. "Now, if ya thin' blowin' tha' bullshite up me crack is gonna change moi moind abou' wether're no' ta snatch moi bow up an' lay these cunts ou', ya go' a hunner't other bits o' bad feckin' news 'eadin' yer way."

Bowing her head, Lochlyn begins sobbing quietly, whispering hoarsely as she rocks in Nic's arms. "I can't do this... I can't do this without you. Please... Please...!"

Maggie watched the two with the same quietness.. but it cracked. A facade, layers of control that she really didn't always want to keep control over. "Nic. You 'ave to, yeah? Help her save the lives of everyone who ma' 'ers to her. Including yerself. Myself. All of Kiden, an' those who've treated well by them."

She took a breath, sharp and short, color coming flush to her cheeks. Not a blush of embarrassment, no. The heat of blood fit to boil up. "Want t'start a war? Do it after. When there's not so many in the splatter-path. I'd join you, like as not."

Nic was in no finer a mood than the woman sat nearby as he fought his own internal instinct to protect his baby Sister. A slow trail of tears stream hotly down his cheeks as he pulls her tightly against his chest, pinning Lochlyn's face to his shoulder with one massive hand. "You're no' th' one losin' their baby Sis'er, ya don' git ta feckin' judge me!" the low menace in his voice as he clings to the Argent in his arms is all that restrains him for several minutes as the two Kiden's sob against each other. Finally, however, the ursine man manages to rasp out the unanswered question between them. "Whoi am Oi 'ere, Loch? If ya don' wan' ou' o' this, wot d'ya need me for?"

Abruptly, the Duchess begins trembling violently, clinging to Nicosa as if she were about to disintegrate on the spot. Fighting for even one small breath, she manages to eke out a response. "They're-- they're gonna botch it, Nic. My hanging... to break everyone. Please... don't--"

"I'll clip tha' rope fas'er'n--"

"Not the rope.--" Lochlyn interjects, sniffling as she pulls away. "--Me."

The rapid blinking as icy shock washes over Nic is nothing compared to the speed with which he pushes Lochlyn to the floor, scrambling away from her and taking up the nearest waste basket to vacate the contents of his stomach in a lengthy series of retchings that leave him sweating and panting for breath.

The next thing Maggie really remembered was Nic finally catching his breath, or at least approaching a point where the flow of oxygen triumphed over shock-induced vomiting. She was in a daze, and she looked between them trying to puzzle out why.

It came back in a rush, the words that had caused her to miss seconds almost completely, and before it had even fully settled back into her mind, the words were out of her mouth. Ever Loyal, faithful, helpful. "I've a decent eye. If no one else can do it, I can, Lochl'n."

It took her a moment to realize the words that had come out of her mouth, and they horrified her. She clapped a hand over her own mouth.

Moving forward, Lochlyn wraps her arms tightly around Maggie, hugging her fiercely. "I love you. I love you so much more than we've ever spoken on. I'm so sorry." she whispers softly, shaking her head. "You'd die. Nic won't." She nods toward Nicosa. "Please... Please... I know what I'm asking for and --"

"Y'know wot?" Nic finally manages to spit out the last of the bile on his tongue, rising from the bucket to his feet and glaring at Lochlyn. "Ya really did feckin' die tha' day. Oi'm no helpin' yer demonic arse with a feckin' thing!" The vitriol and pain reflecting in the ursine man's eyes as he moved to the door was thoroughly mirrored in the Duchesses as she watched him exit the tower with a thundering slam of the door.

"Niiiiic!!!" The scream dies on her tongue as she bows her head to Maggie's shoulder, sobbing and trembling in abject fear and misery. "Nic..." she whispers hoarsely, burying her face in the other woman's shoulder as heart-wrenching sounds reverberate through her.

She clung to Lochlyn, shaking as well. Gone was the strong knight, the veneer of calm. All that was left was Maggie, heartbroken. But she held onto Lochlyn, and kept her head on her shoulder, just as she herself pressed her face into the lean muscle of her friend's shoulder.

Eventually, she managed a breath that didn't quite shake, and she murmured. Only just loud enough to be heard. ".. Offer stands."

(( @nic-alatir Lochlyn Kiden ))

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samsexualdeancurious · 6 years

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Blind Love | Chapter 14

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Words: 1,400

Story Summary: When Dean is blinded on a hunt, Cas loves him through it.

Chapter Summary: Sam hunting without Dean is something that’s going to take some getting used to.

Betaed (and pretty much cowritten @manawhaat

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Saying goodbye to Sam every time he leaves on a hunt is something Dean’s not sure will ever feel normal. Not hunting again will never feel normal for a man who’s been doing it since before he even had the chance to be a little boy. The thought of Sam out there, saving people, hunting things, carrying on the family business, alone, puts a pit in Dean’s stomach.

“Not really the ‘Family Business’ if it’s just you out there, Sammy,” he let slip last month with a bitter smile and heartbreaking guilt in his useless eyes.

Dean hates hearing Sam’s boots go up the stairs, hates the sound of the bunker door slamming shut, hates not being able to protect Sam. He’s doing his best to be supportive of Sam’s decision to keep hunting- it’s all the kid has left, really- but that doesn’t make it any easier for a man who saved the world a few times over to be permanently benched like this.

Every time Sam catches a case, Dean does his best to swallow the panic rising in his chest. The fear threatens to escape his throat when Sam hauls his bag up the staircase with Baby’s keys in his hands. Hell, sometimes it does. The sound of the shower is usually loud enough to mask Dean’s ragged breaths and cries of his brother’s name. It’s like when John went missing all over again…but Sam…he isn’t missing- ‘not yet’ the voice in Dean’s head tells him.

Every time Sam leaves could be the end of it all- the last time Dean hears his brother’s voice or holds Sam in his arms. Every time he hears the ringtone he has set for Sam, it’s like an elephant has been lifted off his chest- at least until the call ends and the weight is back until Sam comes down the bunker stairs again.

“I hate when he’s gone,” Dean grumbles, burrowing into Cas’ chest. He just got off the phone with Sam, who updated him on the case and how Jody is doing. Now he and Cas are settling into bed, getting ready for some of their nightly reading. It’s one of the highlights of Dean’s day, but he’s not sure anything could lift him out of this funk. Sam’s only been gone two days, but it doesn’t matter how long a hunt takes. It always feels like the longest, most stressful time of Dean’s life. He’s never been more on edge in his life.

“I know,” Cas sighs, arms curling around Dean’s shoulders. “I know. But Sam’s the best hunter we know.”

“Dad was the best hunter we knew, too, Cas,” Dean points out.

“He can take care of himself, Dean. You and Sam are better hunters than John ever could have been.”

“Being the best doesn��t make him invincible,” Dean murmurs.

Cas presses a kiss to the top of Dean’s head. “No,” he whispers. “It doesn’t.”

“I wish he would just stay here.”

“That wouldn’t be fair to him.”

Dean shakes his head. “I know. He’s not a pet, he’s my brother. I just wish there was some way I could be out there, helping him.”

Cas hums thoughtfully, petting Dean’s hair. “Maybe… what if I were to go with him?”

“You go with him? And what about me? What am I supposed to do, stay home like a good little housewife? Making dinner and keeping the house clean?” There’s a bitterness in Dean’s tone that he can’t seem to help.

“No, of course not,” Cas assures him. “I would never look at you like that. Look, it was just an idea. We can try something else- get Sam a dog, or ask him to only hunt with Jody and Donna. If you explain how you’re feeling, he’ll listen. You know he will. This is Sam we’re talking about.”

Dean sighs deeply. “I know. I’m sorry, Cas, I just… it’s so frustrating, not being able to be out there anymore, even though I’ve had months to get used to it.”

“I would be surprised if the transition was easy. Hunting is a large part of who you are. It always will be. You’ll get used to not hunting eventually, but I don’t believe you’ll ever truly be able to let it go, and I don’t expect you to.”

Dean nods. He presses his nose to Cas’ shirt and breathes slowly, soaking in the homey smell of his boyfriend. Letting it settle into his nose and his bones, helping him to relax into Cas’ embrace.

“There you go,” Cas murmurs, rubbing soothing circles on Dean’s upper back. “Do you want to keep discussing this? Or talk about it more when Sam gets back?”

“When Sam gets back,” Dean answers, words muffled by Cas’ chest.

‘If Sam comes back,’ the voice in his head whispers. Dean’s brows furrow and he pushes the thought out of his brain, focusing on Cas.

“Alright.” Cas twists around before resettling. “I’m going to read now. Do you remember where we left off?”

Dean lifts his head a little, turning to rest his cheek on Cas’ pec. “We’re on ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles.’”

“Here we go: Chapter One, Mr. Sherlock Holmes…”

Sam comes back two days later, in one piece except for some scratches that are going to leave a nice scar on his shoulder.

“You’re gonna have to come up with a good story to tell the ladies,” Dean says teasingly, doing his best to hide how relieved he is to have Sam home in one piece. He’s pretty sure he isn’t fooling anyone, though, since he’s practically been attached to Sam’s hip since he got home an hour ago.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” Sam replies, playfully shoving his brother. The three men are sitting around the dinner table, enjoying a simple but delicious meal of pan-seared chicken and oven baked potatoes. “Anything exciting happen while I was gone?”

“Nothing exciting ever happens here,” Dean tells Sam, shoving him back.

“I would like to keep it that way.” Cas’ tone is lightly scolding. “Can we stop pushing one another around before someone gets hurt.”

“Yes, Cas,” Dean sighs dramatically. He can picture his lover’s bemused expression in his mind’s eye.

“Sam, there’s actually something Dean and I would like to speak with you about, if you don’t mind.”

Dean glares at Cas. Of course he would bring it up when they’re all at the dinner table and kind of trapped. Only worse place would probably be in the car.

“Sure. What’s up.”

“Dean, would you like to explain?”

Dean makes a face down at his food, but nods. “Sam, I know I can’t ask you to stop hunting, but I worry a lot when you’re gone, especially when you go on hunts alone, because I can’t be there to look out for you anymore, and I know you’re a grown man and you can take care of yourself, but that’s been my job since we were little. Gotta look out for my pain in the ass little brother. Right?”

“Right.” Sam’s voice is soft.

“Would it… would it be unfair of me to ask you to not go on solo hunts?” Dean asks, forcing the words past the lump in his throat. “Just to hunt with Jody or Donna or Garth or- or Cas?”

“Not at all,” Sam says, reaching across the table to set a firm hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Dean, that’s completely fair and reasonable. Yeah, I’m a really good hunter, but hunting alone is a stupid decision no matter how experience a hunter you are. Plus, if I’m honest with you, it’s weird to hunt alone after so many years of the best hunting partner a guy could ask for.”

Dean chuckles, forcing down the sudden wave of emotion that hits him. “Aw, Sammy! Shoulda told me how you felt years ago!”

He can practically hear Sam’s eyes rolling just before the hand on his shoulder turns into a solid punch. “Whatever, jerk.”

“You love it, bitch.”

Sam laughs softly. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Dean swallows down the lump in his throat and nods, turning his attention back to his food. Cas’ knee bumps against his under the table on one side, followed by Sam’s on the other. A silent show of support from the two most important people in his life. It feels good.

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ericvick · 4 years

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Servicing, Appraisal, eClose Products; Agency, USDA, Investor, Lender Changes Aren't Stopping

Servicing, Appraisal, eClose Products; Agency, USDA, Investor, Lender Changes Aren’t Stopping

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caslikescoffeeandfreckles · 7 years

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For @prayforjensen

A fem!destiel coffeeshop au with barista!cas and mechanic!dean. Based on this post about my favorite fem!destiel headcanons.

There’s an odd grumbling noise coming from the engine and Cas groans, easing her foot off the gas.

“Oh come on, not today, please not today.”

The clock on the dash is taunting her and she sneers at is as she races through the quiet streets. There’s no one out yet. They’re all still in bed. Because it’s fucking four in the goddamn morning and no one in their right mind should be awake right now.

But Castielle Novak has a coffee shop to open. So the sorry sons of bitches who have to be up at six can actually function and feel alive when they show up for work.

The grumbling continues as Cas drives but by some miracle she makes it to the shop.

Opening isn’t half bad once Cas is in the swing of things and about three triple espressos in. She lowers the chairs, preps the machines, starts brewing the house blends.

Gabe dances through the door around 4:45, late as always, and heads to the kitchen to start the pastries.

At 6:30 on the dot, she flips the sign and waits for the angry mob of bitter caffeine-addicted zombies to swarm her.

The customers incite a whole other sort of exhaustion in Cas. In just an hour, they’ve brought her to her limit and it’s all she can do to just stand there, recite orders, and wish them a good day.

But around 8:30 she gets her pick-me-up.

And her name is Deanna Winchester. She’s a mechanic who works just down the street, as Cas has learned during the months the woman has been coming in for her grande Columbian roast.

Always a grande Columbian roast.

Always black.

“‘Morning, Cas!”

The greeting washes over Cas like pure energy, soaking through Cas’s skin so she has the strength to smile for the first time in hours as she looks up into bright green eyes.

“Hello, Deanna.”

Deanna’s smile is easy as she leans against the counter, eyes flicking across the menu as if she’s going to order something different.

“Mmm, I’ll have a grande Columbian please.”

Cas already has it punched into the register. “One-fifty.”

Deanna fishes two dollar bills out of her wallet. “How’s your morning been?”

“Oh, the usual,” Cas says, returning two quarters. Deanna drops them in the tip jar. “Um, how about yours?”

Deanna’s eyes shift to Cas’s and her smile lifts on one side. “Awesome.”

It takes a moment for Cas to get into gear but then a customer in the middle of the line coughs loudly and she’s stumbling to the bar, pouring Deanna’s cup.

Deanna is still smiling when Cas turns to hand her the cup and it makes Cas pause. “What?”

“Hm? Nothing,” Deanna assures her, reaching out to take the cup. Their fingers brush and Cas hates herself for the way it makes her stomach stir. Deanna raises the cup to her lips, moaning through the first scalding sip like she always does and Cas has to hide her clenched fists under the counter. “God, it’s perfect. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Cas.”

Cas tries to laugh it off and pretend like her face isn’t on fire. “G-glad you like it.”

“Have a good one.”

“Oh, yeah, ugh, you too,” Cas manages to get out as Deanna steps away and turns to leave.

It’s the most disastrous, embarrassing part of Cas’s morning but she lives for them. The rest of the day is smooth sailing compared to those four minutes and soon it’s noon and she’s clocking out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she calls to Gabe and the rest of the team as she hightails it out of the shop.

She drops into her car, completely worn out, and fights the key into the ignition. Turns it.

Nothing.

She tries again and the engine sounds like it’s making some sort of effort for about three seconds and then it’s gone.

“Fuck,” Cas hisses, slapping the dashboard. “I thought we agreed not today!”

With a snarl, she climbs out of the car and pops the hood. “Okay, what’s wrong with you?” she demands. “Is there a leak? Is your battery dead? Did you blow, like, a gasket or something because I am about to!”

“Everything okay?”

Cas startles and spins and nearly explodes there on the spot when she sees Deanna standing just a few feet away in her jumpsuit. She’s got the sleeves tied around her waist and her white tank top is streaked with oil like some kind of sex goddess.

It takes all the damn air out of Cas’s lungs and all she can do is stare.

“Cas?” Deanna asks, stepping closer. “You okay?”

“C-car. Won’t start.” It’s all she can manage and Cas wants to die the second she says it.

“Oh? Mind if I take a look?”

Cas can’t really say yes or no so she just stares and let’s Deanna interpret that however she likes. Apparently she sees it as a “sure” because she steps right up to the car, close enough to brush Cas’s arm.

“Jesus, Cas, how old is this thing?” Deanna asks as she digs around.

“Um. I don’t- I’m not... sure.”

“Well, she is in dire need of a check-up.” She straights suddenly, brows lifted. “And your problem is a broken starter.”

“Is that bad?”

“Nah. I can fix it right here. Let me go get my tools.”

Cas just nods as Deanna runs across the street to a sleek black car. She watches Deanna lift the trunk and pull out a giant tool box and she’s breathless all over again.

She doesn’t say a single word as Deanna jacks the car up and slides beneath it. And she has no idea how long the woman is under there.

But when Deanna crawls out she’s covered in a fresh layer of sweat and her hair is a wild mess and Cas is certain that she’s having a stroke.

“Should be good to go. Wanna try it?”

Cas nods and makes her way to the driver’s seat, clumsily fitting the key into the ignition and turning it.

The engine roars to life and Deanna claps her hands together once before closing the hood and lowering the car.

“Thank you so much for all of your help,” Cas says. “I can’t- I can’t afford to pay you right now but I-”

Deanna waves the rest of her sentence off. “Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to help.”

It doesn’t sit well with Cas but she doesn’t know what else to say at the moment. “I, ugh, well thanks again. You really saved me.”

“No problem. But try to get her into the shop sometime soon, okay?” Deanna pats the hood. “This old lady is in serious need of some TLC.”

Cas smiles through her nerves. “Yeah. I will. Promise.”

Deanna smiles back. “Okay. Then I’ll see you soon. Tomorrow. Probably.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you, ugh, tomorrow.”

And she does see Deanna the next morning and somehow the woman’s smile seems even brighter than, like she’s radiating sunbeams and it turns Cas into a hot mess.

She still hasn’t thought of a way to pay Deanna back so she slips a muffin across the counter along with the coffee, scribbling a quick “Thanks again!” on the package.

Deanna’s smile softens when she reads it and she coughs. “No problem, Cas.”

She does it again the next day and the next and it continues even when Gabe starts sending her the stink eye for just giving away his pastries.

Deanna is always sweet as she accepts them, even saying it’s unnecessary a few times, but Cas persists.

Until the morning when she’s sliding a scone across the bar and instead of scooping up the pastry, Deanna’s hand lands on Cas’s. Cas looks up and Deanna is wearing her crooked smile, the one that puts butterflies in Cas’s chest.

She leans in close.

“How about slipping me your number instead?”

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salmonthestoryteller · 7 years

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Vessel

A Supernatural Fanfic

Warnings: Spoilers for…well, several seasons up through the season finale of 12.

Castiel has died several times and been stabbed even more times than he can count. As deaths go, being stabbed by Lucifer is not as painful as several deaths that came before. There is emptiness for a time, but whether it was mere moments or millennium he couldn’t say. Physically there is still an emptiness in what follows but there are feelings. Sorrow at first, and longing. Anger and pain. Resignation. There is something familiar about it all. It brings purgatory to mind. Dean’s nightly prayers, filled with so many things over the course of that year. He begins to wonder if what he is feeling is Dean’s prayers again. The emotions reaching him through the bond they share to wherever he is residing, even if the words are lost. He isn’t sure, but even when the emotions are angry and bitter there is a comfort to their presence.

The first time Castiel wakes up he is in the bunker. More specifically, he is in Dean’s room and he can’t remember how he got there. Moving his body feels awkward and strange. Like it is moving differently than normal. It reminds him of getting used to a new vessel, but he hasn’t had a new vessel in years. He worries he has been gone for millenia, but the room looks the same. No sign of dust or disuse. No smell of mildew and age beyond what the bunker already had. He doesn’t have time to contemplate it, though, because someone is there. A teenage boy, watching him cautiously.

“Hello.”

Castiel stares at him. “Hello?” His voice sounds different and something niggles at his mind, but he can’t give it his full concentration with a stranger before him.

The boy’s lips quirk. “That is still the term.” He offers.

“Who are you?”

His face falls, and Castiel has the distinct impression he has hurt his feelings. “Don’t you recognize me?”

“I’m sorry, everything feels a little off.”

“Oh, yes, that’s expected.” The boy nods, features brightening again. “Don’t worry, you’ll adjust.”

Castiel wants to ask what he’s supposed to be adjusting to, but the more pressing concern is who this boy is, or what he is. “You still haven’t told me who you are.”

“Oh, sorry, Cas. I can call you Cas, right?” He smiles again, before continuing on as if the answer is unnecessary. “Anyhow, it is our first physical meeting. My mom named me Jack.” His eyes glow gold, and from there on out he has way more things to worry about than why being in his body again feels odd.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” The demons hunting Jack sneer at him.

“Heard a rumor you boys were MIA.”

They seem shocked when he smites them with an ease he hasn’t had in years. He isn’t any less shocked, though, so he doesn’t contemplate it long.

Jack is bouncing in place. “Thanks, I haven’t quite figured out stuff yet. If I tried to smite them, I might have blown up the city.”

A part of Castiel runs cold at the casual way he says it. He reminds himself that Jack didn’t want to blow up the city. So that it is a good thing. “We should have you practice somewhere safe. Away from where others could be harmed.”

Jack nods. “That’s a good idea. When I figure out a place, I’ll call you, okay? In the meantime, you should rest.”

Castiel opens his mouth to tell him he has no need to rest, when a sudden weariness overtakes him. The next thing he remembers they are back at the bunker, and Jack is helping him lie down on Dean’s bed. He tries to tell him he has a room, and bed, of his own at the bunker, but before he can he sinks back into the emptiness.

It isn’t as empty now. It has grown lighter, and the emotions are not always so heavy. At times now there is amusement, and excitement. Protectiveness, and determination. Happiness, though still tinged with an ache. A loss of something so very vital. He is certain it is Dean, and once or twice he wants to reach out and try to make himself known. He hesitates, though, uncertain now where he is or how he is sensing these things.

Jack awakens him next not for protection, but to help him practice. Apparently being born with unfathomable powers does not mean one can wield them well. They spend the day together, and Castiel is surprised to find he is hungry. Jack and he get burgers, and then they return to the bunker. He asks about Sam and Dean, and Jack assures him they are alive and well. He wants to ask more but the weariness is back. This time he is still awake enough to insist on going to his own room. Jack hesitates, but complies.

The emptiness is much lighter now. Awash in streams of glowing color and dark spiderweb cracks of black. Happy emotions make the colors glow and dance, darker emotions send inky tendrils up from the cracks. Pain flares once, and there is a terrible sound as a new spiderweb crack appears, bleeding red into the space. Unable to stop himself, Castiel reaches out to touch it, trying heal the wound. The flood of emotions that follows is almost overwhelming, but he holds on. Watches as the bleeding red slowly eases. The crack remains, though. A painful visual reminder of what he felt through it. Something niggles at his understanding again, but he pushes it away.

Jack and he spend several days practicing his powers. After the first couple times Jack insists on three square meals. Castiel wonders if Jack needs the food or just likes the food. He has a feeling much more time has passed than single nights during his periods of rest but Jack avoids the question. He finds no phone in his pocket, and there are no newspapers in the wilderness where Jack takes them. He thinks to ask the day and date of their waitress once, but worries the question might sound odd and draw attention to them. He worries about Sam and Dean, about the emotions he knows are Dean’s that he feels when he rests. Jack seems to know where they are and how they are doing, but references little else. Jack always returns him to the bunker, though, so they must know he is there, right? He knows all the questions have an answer, but it eludes him.

He dreams of Dean one night, or perhaps Dean dreams of him. There is no fishing dock this time, they are in the bunker. He wonders if it represents Dean’s notion of safety transferring from a vague childhood memory to the place he currently regards as his home and sanctuary. He doesn’t have long to contemplate it, though.

“You feathery son-of-a-bitch.” The words bely the fierce hug he envelopes him in. Castiel feels a sense of relief crash over him as he hugs him back. He doesn’t want to let go, but all too soon Dean is pulling back and he is forced to as well.

“Hello, Dean.” The words feel like a balm to his very being to speak again.

“Cas…” Dean’s voice cracks. “Where the hell are you, man? Where the hell have you been?”

Confused, because Jack always returned him to the bunker, Castiel feels his head tilt. “What do you mean?”

“Lucifer stabbed you, Cas.”

“I remember that.”

“You were dead. Truly dead. Gone.”

“For a time I was in a void of sorts.”

“But I… I’ve felt you. For months now.”

“Months.” By his own time awake he has been back for mere days. A week at most. Something is very wrong. “But I… I always return to the bunker.”

He can feel the wariness in Dean, and though the hunter’s face closes he can feel his alarm. His suspicion. Feel it like an almost physical force.

“We burned your body Cas. A hunter’s funeral. It… You were gone. You can’t be here. Not physically.”

“But I was. I am. I fought demons, Dean, I…”

Things begin to add up in his head. Faster and faster. Missing time. The way he could feel Dean’s emotions. The dark void and how it had changed, filled. The shimmering colors; the spidery black cracks. The familiar sight of it. Even in hell, with blood dripping from his knife, the soul of the righteous man had been the most beautiful piece of his father’s creation that Castiel had ever seen.

“Cas? Cas!”

The hunter’s shout drew back his attention, but he could only shake his head in denial. “Dean, I… it’s not possible. It’s not.”

“Cas, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Even Lucifer needs… even Lucifer needs…” He can’t get any further. He doesn’t need breath but feels short of it somehow. The bunker room begins to fade.

“Cas? Cas!”

“Dean!”

Castiel opens his eyes to find Sam leaning over him. He seems relieved to see him awake, but Castiel has no time to dwell on why. His mind is still in denial and he pushes Sam away, running on legs that have grown less awkward to move as the days passed - just like with any new vessel - to the bathroom, seeking the mirror inside.

Green eyes reflect back at him.

No phone in the pocket of his jacket. Not his trench coat. A jacket that nows he knows was painfully familiar. No phone, no wallet. Jack must have carefully removed both each time before bringing him to consciousness.

“Dean?” Sam is in the doorway, but he isn’t calling for his brother. He is staring right at him. Jack is hiding behind him. Castiel can’t see his face. Can’t tell what emotion is on it. Guilt? Confusion? Disinterest? Benign? Malignant?

Even Lucifer needed permission to inhabit a vessel.

“Jack, what have you done?”

Fini?

Like everyone else, I am emotionally wrung out after the last few episodes. So many character deaths in so little time.

Despite how few episodes she had, Eileen’s death hit me hard. I have seen people say her death was meaningless, but seeing as the boys wouldn’t have caught on to the BMoL as fast without her death followed by her letter to them, I disagree. She went out like the hunter she was, but damn I am going to miss her.

I also sadly feel this is the end for Crowley and Rowena. Wish we had gotten some of Rowena’s battle with Luci, but Crowley’s death was almost bad ass enough to make up for it. He even said goodbye. Still, where will I get all my snark from next season? Darn it, they better give me someone really good to fill the void. (*hintBobbyhint*)

Castiel’s death also seems final, seeing as he took an angel blade to the heart. However, there remains his connection with Jack to consider. Plus his promise to Kelly to make sure Jack would be both safe and someone she would be proud of. Can’t manage either one dead. I also kept thinking of how he had healed Dean in 12x23 and the glow had hung around for a moment. Not normal.

So, I thought - what if he is riding shotgun in Dean? Angels can’t do so without permission, but Jack can do whatever he wants. Including put his chosen protector into any vessel he wants. The plot bunny refused to leave me alone until I wrote it. So not exactly a fix-it as much as an educated guess on what might happen next season.

I leave if Jack is good or bad ambiguous. I have a feeling that is the ultimate question of next season as well. Kelly recorded that video for a reason, after all. I am betting Jack’s own decision on the matter will probably come down to that video.

#spn fanfic #fanfic #spn #supernatural #spn coda #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #spn 12x23

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