I Kind of Love You

“I kind of love you.” The words came from Dean’s mouth before his mind could catch up with his mouth.

Castiel didn’t seem the least bit phased by it, as he flipped another page of his cheap paperback. “I love you, too.”

The two sat there, Dean thinking it was uncomfortable and Cas thinking it was nothing out of the ordinary. To Dean, the words hit a string in his heart that made the pounding drum too loudly in his ears. He has only ever spoken the words to three people in his life: Sammy, Mary, and John. There have been relationships, some that have even gone on for years, but Dean had always found a way out of speaking those words.

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Lend Me Your Ears and I'll Sing You a Song

Part twelve of my deaf!Brittany verse. Previous parts can be found here.

Every year, from mid-October, right up until Christmas, you’re entirely stressed. The fundraising, the holiday party planning, the shopping, all of it, on top of your regular work schedule, it’s enough to make you tear your hair out. Except, stressful as it is, it’s your favorite thing in the world. Stressful as it is, being able to help these families, kids like you, parents like your mom, people who just can’t catch a break, makes you your happiest self. And this year, with Brittany, insisting upon helping her with anything you’d like her to, with Brittany, who reminds you to eat and cuddles you after long days, somehow the holiday season is even brighter.

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Lately, at work a lot of my clients have been asking me if I’ve ever traveled and I always say not far, and then they’ll ask me where I would travel and my first answer is always Harry Potter world. This gets me a lot of laughs. But what they don’t realize is that when I was a kid, I was locked away in my room like Harry was. No one really liked me because I was the insufferable know-it-all like Hermoine was. I came from a not so nice looking home, with not a lot of money like Ron did. I had a wild imagination and believed in so many superstitions like Luna. And I was clumsy as hell like Neville. And like all of these characters in these books I loved so much, I was an outcast because of all of those things. The HP series made me feel like I wasn’t alone, when I was very alone. And there is nothing like that feeling. So I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t laugh at someone’s dreams. Because you probably don’t realize how important they are to that person. Even if it is something as simple as a visit to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

and here we are, 19 hair colours later, all grown up and not sophisticated at all but that’s why we love him :-)