and he was too raw and too flawed needed rose to help him

A Match Made In Heaven

Description: A shed load of Cas x reader fluff, a wheelbarrow full of Dean fluff and a couple hearty buckets of Sam fluff. Soulmate!AU. The reader is Sam and Dean’s younger sister, she’s no stranger to hunting but by chance had never met Castiel. Just a pile of cheesy, feel good fluff!
Words: 3,245
Warnings: None!
Author’s Note: For  @spn-turtle-67 - The first of my two soul mate requestees. Hope you enjoy it - I loved writing it!!

They say soul mates are like a mirror. A person who reflects you for every flaw or quirk, matching and contrasting you in all the right ways to form a whole image. Raw, unedited and beautiful in composition, though to an outsider it may seem average, to those involved nothing could be more perfect.

The idea always fascinated you, it wasn’t common but it wasn’t unheard of either. You’d seen the reality shows of people searching for their match and the con men claiming they could find you the “one”. It was all tat, the concept was there but but the ones that stuck with you were the few you’d spoken to out in the real world. The elderly husband and wife on the morning train, still joking and winding each other up as if they were teenagers experiencing a relationship for the first time. Rose and James, the owners of the café nearest your house might not run the most fine dining establishment but the enthusiasm they shared for life simply oozed into the place. Even the two old boys in the local bar, they would talk over a whiskey all night, but when the sun rose and they’d pick up their newspaper, they could often be seen in the day sitting in the park putting the world to rights.

The settled routines these people had wasn’t a level that you’d ever achieve. That was the problem with being a part time hunter. You didn’t exactly hold out much hope for yourself, not that it bothered you much, another trashy film about two soul mates meeting usually gave you all the cheesiness you could handle anyway. It was simply a fascination. You’d told your brothers long ago that you’d never go out seeking yours, as though you were not usually one to go out hunting, you were often dragged in unintentionally sheerly due to the fact of who your brothers were. Winchesters to hunting was like the sun rise - inevitable. sometimes if you distracted yourself enough it felt as if it were delayed, but it always happened. You came to a compromise with Sam and Dean, you lived just two towns over from them, close enough to respond to an emergency but far enough away for a life too. You worked an online job, data inputing, it didn’t pay all that great but it was mobile and so long as you had a wifi connection you could work - and it was certainly more moral than credit card fraud.

Lately however they had been needing your help more and more, something had been going down in the past three weeks. You enjoyed spending the extra time with your brothers and you’d do anything for them, just as they would (and have) for you, so you enjoyed the extra time together. There were probably better family bonding experiences but sometimes you have to take what you’re given, and today that meant another long car ride to meet a friend of theirs.

“Hey Dean, have you seen my swiss army knife?” You said, frantically tearing through your bag. You’d all stopped over for the night in a motel but it was time to hit the road again, at least it would be as soon as you were sure you had all your things. “I could have sworn that I packed it in here but it doesn’t seem to be in here.”

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Parts: 4/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Summary: Alexander Hamilton spent the last decade of his life perfecting Miranda, a musical surrounding the life of Lin-Manuel Miranda, that will be hitting Broadway in just a week. Everything is perfect; or so Alexander thinks. One actor is proving to be a bit of a handful and Alexander can’t figure out how to deal with him.

Warnings: Cussing, self-deprecation

Word Count: 2849

Dedication: @ass-gardiann for dealing with my indecision while writing.

Tags: @trash-sicle , @evil-weasel, @jamiiton, @moodboardaesthetico

A/N: It’s about time we kick off the real drama of this fic, isn’t it? ;)

Being at the front of a crowd is always glorious. It felt nice to be able to see everything, feel the most sunlight on your cheeks, get first pick at an event. Being in the front always had its benefits. He loved being in the front and would do so at every opportunity. Even when some people grabbed him and tried to push him towards the back, or he even wanted to pull back and blend into the crowd, he remained right at the front in the limelight.

That is, until a strong hand grabbed a hold of his arm and pulled him back. He fought against it, like he did every time someone tried to pull him from the front, but he was too weak this time. The hand pulled him further back and he lost sight of the light, of the happiness, that came with being at the front. Everything was darker and more confusing in the middle of the crowd, towards the back. He didn’t want this. He wanted to be near the front. What did he ever do to be pulled away from the front?

Alexander was taking his sweet time walking back to the dressing room, and it was giving him time to psyche himself up to talking to Jefferson. “Alright, you got this. You can do this. All you have to do is go in there and apologize…and how in the hell am I supposed to apologize?!”

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