#tfw + idiosyncrasies

[shallowseeker]

Their three-man kitchen huddle is more than a little conspicuous.

“He asks every weekend, though,” Jack is whispering. “It doesn’t seem very nice to keep ignoring him or hiding in the living room.”

“One, it’s the Dean-Cave. Two, no one’s makin’ you ignore him. I mean, didja even friggin like it?”

Jack straightens up, defensive. “I—a little bit.” Dean raises his eyebrows at him, and he feels caught out. “At first.”

Cas clears his throat, and then both turn their attention to him. “I find that the human ingenuity of pyramid schemes wears off after the first stroll around the market.”

Dean nods at Cas and snickers. Then, he turns his attention back to Jack. “See? You can be honest, Kiddo.”

Jack deflates. “I just—maybe Mary will go with him? She’s here.”

Dean and Cas share another significant look.

“Come’mon, kiddo. You spent how many months together?”

Jack flounders. “Bobby, then? Maybe Rowena.”

“Rowena does not like to sweat, nor does she enjoy badly homemade soap and overpriced vegetables.”

Jack huffs. “Someone has to go—”

“Jack!” Sam says, sparkly-eyed and excited as he enters the kitchen. “I’m about to head out to Smith Makers’ Market. Wanna tag along?”

Jack feels panic rise up in his throat. Sam looks so happy about it, but, “I—can’t,” he spits out awkwardly, to which Sam cants his head in confusion.

“Dean promised to take me to-oooo, uh,” he tracks his eyes over to where a commercial for a monster truck rally blares on the tiny kitchen TV, “a monster truck rally.”

Sam’s eyebrows go to his hairline and he makes a disgusted face, but Dean looks overjoyed.

Dean crows. “See? Look at that face. It’s a good thing we didn’t get you a ticket. Lookit that.”

Sam’s eyes track hopefully to Cas next, and Dean hooks an arm around Cas’s neck. “Cas’s idea, actually. He’s driving.”

Sam scowls.

Cas stares. “Yes, Sam. It’s in Salt Lake City, so we have to leave soon to make it in time for the show tomorrow. We can’t go to the Makers’ Market or the afternoon Smoothie Fest, I’m afraid.”

Dean balks at that, and Jack suspects that the lie has probably gotten too complex by this point.

Mary strolls into the kitchen next, and Sam’s eyes light up. “Morning, Mom!“

She freezes but can’t escape the full blast of his puppy eyes.

“I’m about to head out to the Makers’ market,” he prattles on. “Wanna go?”

“The one with the overpriced vegetables?” she squeaks. Her face falls, but she manages to zip up her horrified reaction. “Uh,” she says, sending Dean a mayday signal with her eyes. “Could we…do flea market instead? Hot dogs n’ funnel cakes are more my speed.”

Sam scrunches up his nose. “Really? Those are kinda—I mean—I don’t know any closeby.”

“Maybe Dean will go with you.” Her tone is strangely accusatory, and Dean laughs.

“Dean is taking Jack to Salt Lake City,” he crows, triumphant, and Mary’s eyes seem to beg, ‘Take me with you.’

“Well, we do have one extra ticket,” Cas says fiddling with his phone. “If Sam doesn’t want to come along…”

Dean almost gives the game away with a hushed, “You already bought tickets?!”

But Sam’s ears don’t seem to pick it up.

“I’d love to go!” Mary exclaims, not even knowing what the tickets to Salt Lake City are for.

She looks at Sam, “Unless…you want to go?”

Sam looks like Salt Lake City is about the last place he wants to go. “No, you guys go on ahead,” he sniffs, seeming put out. “That’s uh, no.” He trudges off in the direction of the library.

As soon as he leaves, Jack lets out a gush of air. “Oh, no. Was that mean? It seemed mean.”

“Dude,” Dean whispers, gleeful. “That was awesome.”

“So,” Mary coughs, checking to make sure Sam’s out of earshot. “Where’re we going exactly? It’s a good time for a hunting break, and I’ll go anywhere so long as it’s not the frou-frou farmers’ market.”

Cas punches some stuff on his phone. “If we leave soon, we’ll be there in 12 hours and can do a late hotel checkin. The monster truck rally is tomorrow evening.”

“Monster truck rally?” Mary sounds intrigued.

Dean, on the other hand, buzzes with nervous energy. “Wait, are we really going?”

Cas deadpans. “It’s likely they’ll have hotdogs and funnel cakes in the concessions area.”

Mary pumps a fist. “Sounds great. I’ll have a quick shower and be ready in forty-five. I’ll check one last time if Sam wants to come along.”

Two hours later, all four of them sweep up the bunker steps with duffel bags in tow, deciding to take Cas’s Dodge in case they stop by any stores on the way back. (Mary has been wanting an air fryer.)

Sometime between their huddle and getting ready, Bobby had wandered into the library and gotten cornered by a lonely Sam.

Jack hears Mary lean over to check with Cas, “Oops. I forgot Bobby was stopping by. Were there any seats left near us?”

Cas cringes, punching at his phone. “Unfortunately…no. Not anymore.”

“Too bad,” she whispers, before shooting a cheeky grin Bobby’s way. “We’ll see you later,” she calls. “Probably Monday.”

Bobby looks like a deer in headlights, or maybe a lamb offered up for slaughter.

“Have fun at the farmers’ market,” she adds. “Thanks for going with Sam.”

Then, she ushers them quickly out the door.

The look Bobby gives her is nothing short of murderous, but the one Dean gives her is utterly adoring.

The best part about it all is Cas makes Dean and Mary sit in the back seat. Jack always gets shotgun in the Dodge.

#jack & dean & cas & mary #sam + odd man out #tfw + idiosyncrasies #tfw funnies #sam + hipster hobbies #okay not all farmers markets are equal #but this one is an overpriced pyramid-scheme one lol #and yes so many bad ones are crawling w pyramid schemes lol

[shallowstories]

Ever since they'd driven home from the Harper Sayles case, Jack keeps asking questions about love...and some other things Dean isn't willing to answer yet.

First aid kit in hand, Dean sits down across from the kid in the kitchen. Jack doesn't look up at him. He's too busy squinting down at his tiny teacup, experimenting with exactly how much sugar would make it "taste right again."

Dean focuses on his tacklebox-turned-first aid kit, weighing the pros and cons of superglue versus bandaids, which is why he's thrown by Jack's next question:

"Dean, am I...sexy?"

Dean's answer is a reflex, "No."

It's clearly the wrong thing to say, because Jack manages to look surprised, offended, and heartbroken all at once.

#jack & dean #tfw + idiosyncrasies #tfw + sillies

[spnwin-reader]

Sam would be odd man out on snacks even had his parents survived:

JOHN: Licorice drops? Nice choice.

Woe to Sam, continually and perpetually outnumbered, even when Jack joins the family. Hell, even when he eats, Cas like pork rinds and crap food.

Who will eat terrible rabbit-food alongside Sam? No one.

(Maybe Henry?)

SPNwin 1x01, SPN 7x10

#spnwin 1x01 #core4 idiosyncrasies #tfw idiosyncrasies #spn foods #spn 7x10 #spn death's door #spnwin pilot #alt john #alt mary #prime dean #prime sam #prime bobby

[portalante-blog]

Rogue had never heard of this person before their name and address were given to her as part of a holiday gift exchange. She’s had to do some digging to determine what this Inumuta Houka - apparently surnames come first in their home culture? - might enjoy, but based on some accounts from friends of acquaintances of work partners, they like tech and coding. A lot.

Software has never really been Rogue’s forte, but she looks up some methods on the Internet and hooks her wrist comm up to her computer for the evening. By the time she’s finished, it’s two in the morning, she’s gone through two double chocolate doughnuts and three mugfuls of coffee, but her efforts have come to success. There’s a copy of the firmware from her comm device on a flash drive, which she’s wrapped in a clean white handkerchief so it looks nice. No sense wrapping a present in anything that isn’t itself useful. The note attached to the little bundle, written in a bold but messy hand, reads:

For Inumuta Houka, from your Secret Santa - this drive contains a copy of the firmware, security protocols, and specialized voice-command software from my wrist communicator, originally manufactured by the Interdimensional Police Department. It’s yours to analyze, modify, reverse-engineer - whatever you want to do with it. Happy holidays!

Honestly, Rogue doesn’t know what the point of calling it “Secret Santa” is, if half the goal is to get people to meet each other. It would defeat the purpose to just send this in the mail; besides, packaging is a waste of space. She’d much rather deliver it in person, so she does. Olympia is the very picture of shining opulence, which naturally makes her mistrust it. Too much like HQ. She can’t help wondering where all the floating district’s dirt goes, who cleans it up and bears the burden of its residents’ excesses.

Rogue is what she’s made herself, now: a child of dust and gunfire, a positive gutter-dweller by comparison to the nouveau riche who live here, horribly out of place in all the glass and chrome and manicured bushes, far too similar to the home she betrayed.

She keeps her head down all the way from the helipad to Houka’s house. When she gets there, she rings the doorbell and waits - maybe not as long as she would if she didn’t feel more like a dirty traitor than she ever has before. She rings again. Still nothing.

It looks like there’s nobody at home.

@technopup

#ca secret santa #technopup #[ tfw you're trying to give a secret santa gift to someone who's literally dead ] #[ kinda close to putting the hc tag on this actually ] #[ for rogue's holiday idiosyncrasies ] #[ tl;dr: merry christmas; rogue doesn't like district eta ] #[ why do i write such long-ass things ]

[shallowseeker]

Dean tries to make Jack "cool," but he just makes him weirder

#tfw + special interests #jack & dean #tfw + idiosyncrasies #dean + hyperfixations #dean has so many hyperfixations

[shallowseeker]

Dude, Cas is not the nutrition!Dad.

He's sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night to eat sugary cookie shit with Jack.

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The truth is that Dean and Cas will indulge Jack about junk food. They might even bake unhealthy shit in the middle of the night after Sam's gone to bed.

Cas only asked Claire about eating vegetables that one time because it was his first stereotypical idea of what "being a dad" meant.

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(Anyways, SAM is the nutrition!Dad)

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When it comes to food, Dean and Cas are the doting dads

Dean brought him milk and a sandwich when he wasn't feeling good in Unhuman Nature

Dean probably got him the orange stripey apron he's wearing in Last Holiday

Dean was probably cooking burgers to entice a depressed Jack to "come out of his room" in Last Holiday

In The Scar, when Jack said he must be getting a cold, Cas offered to "make" him soup. (I imagine hasn't mastered the can opener, so he uses his angel blade to open the can of pre-made tomato and rice. But he has mastered how to put the saucepan on the stove and heat it. And he is so proud of himself about that.)

#spn parenting #tfw + idiosyncrasies #jack kline #jack & sam & dean & cas #Youtube

[shallowseeker]

i don’t really view tfw as a “bedtime stories” kinda fam but you know they talk during long car rides, Dean regales Jack with the tale of the time they got sucked into ScoobyDoo, with Cas chiming in at all the right moments

(the daring rescue of scooby and shaggy features heavily)

the story changes slightly each time dean tells it

#tfw sillies #tfw + idiosyncrasies #jack kline #dean/cas

[shallowseeker]

Jack would genuinely get into camping, and then Dean would 100% get into glamping.

The back of Cas's Dodge would become an accessory-ridden glamping-wonderland.

Despite his penchant for excellent shampoo, Sam is the one most comfortable tent-camping and keeping it low-maintenance.

#dean/cas #jack & sam & dean & cas #tfw + camping #tfw sillies #tfw + idiosyncrasies #tfw + core traits #tfw + key traits

[shallowseeker]

For their New Year’s resolutions, Sam encourages everyone to exercise more. One early morning, and feeling seriously annoyed over the whole thing, Dean buys a shake weight.

Everytime anyone so much as mentions exercise, he threatens to actually use it. In front of everyone.

“Gross, dude.”

///

But Cas is intrigued. “Dean. But what does it do? “

///

This is a definitely a rammy from the tits poll.

#tfw sillies #tfw + idiosyncrasies #tfw + training #tfw + exercise

[shallowseeker]

sam is suffering from secondhand embarrassment today

dean woke up pissy and has proceeded to be pissy at cas…all day long

cas is baffled

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in the afternoon, dean admits that he really has no reason to be pissy at cas b/c it was just a bad dream

“he pissed you off…in a dream”

“it sounds stupider when you put it like that”

“that’s because it is stupid, dean”

#tfw + idiosyncrasies #dean/cas #the bunker

[shallowseeker]

Yes, Cas gets embarrassingly into trash TV and Saturday Evening Post…

…but Dean gets into paid programming/teleshopping…

…and he’s trying his darnedest to drag Cas down with him.

#sam is cringing every day #tfw + idiosyncrasies #tfw + special interests #cas/dean + tv #dean/cas + the bunker

[shallowseeker]

When Jack starts getting along with Dean, he’s like a tick or a leech. Not only does he wake him up in the middle of the night to tell him about any old thing (especially now that he knows exactly how to dodge the gun), he also sits on the counter chatting while Dean’s in the shower, and once he waltzes in and starts yiping about zombies while Dean is actively taking a shit.

After that, Dean makes a set of ground rules, which Jack mostly adheres to. (He still waltzes into the shower room without a care who’s naked. It’s annoying as Hell.)

#Dean & jack #tfw + idiosyncrasies #tfw + the bunker

[shallowseeker]

Sure, Sam’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline once Dean starts losing patience and rifling through Cas’s pockets whenever Cas can’t find something.

But they practically jump off his head and shoot up to the clouds when Dean starts storing his own shit in Cas’s pockets. Receipts, spare change, gloves, pens, knives, other random weapons, pamphlets, folded-up restaurant menus, maps, knickknacks, his own fucking wallet.

#dean/cas + coat pockets #dean/cas #tfw idiosyncrasies #tfw sillies #tfw funnies #sam suffers secondhand embarrassment #like do they even know how that looks to other ppl jesus christ #it’s not weird sam...you’re the one making it weird #sam buys cas a canvas bag as a hint #then a backpack #cas is a disaster man who doesn’t use either #why use it when he has perfectly practical POCKETS sam #cas you are a human glove compartment #i’m an -angel- sam #shut up sam this is fine

[shallowseeker]

Jack’s nephilim eyesight triggering Dean germ anxiety.

“Dean, how many microorganisms should I leave on the dishes when i wash them? As many as you do, or—?”

“what?”

#jack kline #jack & dean #dean #tfw idiosyncrasies #tfw funnies

[shallowseeker]

Time travel fic, but instead of the tension being that past-Dean hates future-Dean or vice versa, they get on like beans on toast, and it's Sam that can't stand himself. Or past-Cas keeps losing patience with future-Cas (and vice versa).

#time travel AUs #tfw idiosyncrasies #tfw + personality quirks #tfw + key traits #tfw + core traits #tfw sillies #tfw funnies #tfw personalities #insufferable sam #adorable dean #and the impatient angel of the lord

[shallowseeker]

Picking up Cas-isms? -> My apologies

#dean #cas #tfw idiosyncrasies