So I have a headcanon that the Fazbear crew have their own cartoon show outside of the entertainment center - Which is to say I wanted an excuse to draw a cute Foxy where he could have stupid pirate adventures. Will I draw the rest of the gang? Not even I know the answer.
HHOLD UP HECK SOMEONE BRING THE ASSIST “Whats the trouble” THIS DUDE IS DROWONING “Hes fish it is the fine” NO YA CANT BRETH THE WETTER CALL THE POLICE 9.978718/10 “The Law” gone arest this man for doing water in the there
HOW COME NO ONE POINTS OUT THAT CHAD WAS PRETTY MUCH FANNY’S MOM THE ENTIRE TIME. (we all knew that BUT THIS PART NO ONE TALKS ABOUT EVER)
FANNY CLEARLY DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE ANYTHING WRONG. WHICH MEANS CHAD MUST’VE BEEN DOING A REALLY GOOD JOB ACTING OR ACTUALLY KNEW HER MOM ON SOME DEGREE (or just spied on her. That always works too. I mean Chad and Fanny knew each other obviously.)
THE FACT HE CALLED HER FANNYPANTS AND HOW SHE’S A BIG FANNY AND THAT SHE’LL ALWAYS BE A LITTLE FANNY TO THEM (MOM? CHAD? WHO KNOWS.)
WERE YOU ENJOYING CALLING HER THAT OR SOMETHING. WAS THAT FUNNY TO YOU?
Prompt : You and the boys practice your hand to hand combat all the time to stay fit for each case. But when Dean gets a bit too handsy in training, Castiel takes it upon himself to intervene.
You blinked as you stumbled backward, raising your arm to
your mouth. It came back bloody.
“Let me see.” You tried not to flinch as Dean caught your
face gently in his gloved hands.
“What the heck, dude?” Sam called from the sideline, ducking
under the ropes to get to the pair of you.
“It’s fine…” You mutter, running your tongue along your
teeth. They were all still there so you were fine.
“I thought you blocked it.” Dean whispered with a
sympathetic hiss, turning your face gently in his hands.
You let out a scoff. “Me too.”
“You really should stop now, Dean.” You tapped at your
bloody lips with your glove as Cas spoke up from where he stood close to the
door. “You are being too rough.”
“Look, I didn’t do it on purpose.” Dean snapped, shooting
Cas a sharp look. You followed Dean’s eyes.
Cas was leaning on
the far wall, his body tensed as if the sight of you fighting each other had
him on edge. Castiel never partook in the bunker training sessions. He was
inclined to sit back and stare. As always. You almost smiled to yourself,
despite the pain in your lips. Could you imagine Cas boxing against Dean, or
God forbid, Sam? The skinny little guy would get destroyed. Dean was like a
train in the ring. You ran your fist along your jawline, flinching at the
tenderness. It was going to leave a bruise.
Dean heard you inhale sharply at the touch and he turned
back to you, his eyes soft. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.” You shook your head to clear it, wiping away
some blood on your lip. You knew how to take a hit or two. That was the point
of training. Bobby always used to say, better to take a fist to the face from
one of the boys rather than a thing that’s actually trying to kill you.
You heard Dean sigh beside you. “Look, your stance just
needs a little work. You could have blocked that if you had more power behind
“I know I know.” You grumbled, shuffling away from him. “I’m
tiny and I can’t beat you. You said that before.” You looked up at him, and you
saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes and you instantly lowered your head. It
wasn’t his fault you couldn’t knock the guy down. It wasn’t your fault he could
punch through your block like Rocky. “Sorry.” You mumbled.
Dean shuffled closer to you. “Just try to keep tension in
your stomach. Your core is the strongest part of you.”
Before you could react, Dean had his huge hands on both of
your hips, steering you into the correct stance in front of him. “Feet shoulder
width apart.” You blinked uncomfortably. You didn’t exactly like Dean touching
you. You felt heat rush to your face.
You hesitated and your eyes flickered up to the far wall
where you knew someone was watching. Castiel stood a few feet away, rigid and
still as a statue, his blue eyes fixed on you and Dean as you practiced. You
weren’t big on physical touch at all, and this was new, even though you
probably should have expected it seeing as it was Dean.
“Lower your butt.” You gulped down a gasp of shock as Dean
placed his hand wide on your lower back, pushing you down. You looked straight
ahead, feeling blush redden your cheeks. You knew that if you looked around now
you would find Castiel’s eyes and you were too embarrassed at the moment to
look to anyone, not even Sam.
Dean leaned over you. “Now take a swing.” You swallowed hard
as his arm came around and he rested his other palm on your flat stomach,
pressing his fingers into your abdomen. “Feel it here.”
It took you an uncomfortable moment of transition to finally
take a step and swing. Dean let out a hum of approval as you did. “Good, that
was better.” He patted your stomach lightly. “Did you feel the difference
You nodded, a little dizzy. You felt horribly awkward,
Dean’s hands were still on your body. You weren’t exactly comfortable. “Yeah.”
“Swing again.” Dean commanded as he steered you around to
face the other direction, your back facing Cas. Sam stood in front of you,
bouncing lightly as he took a moment to warm his arms up. “Hit Sam.”
“Uh,” You hesitated, unsure.
But Sam gave you an easy smile. “You’re fine, Y/N. Take your
Part of you wanted to turn back to Cas, see what he was
thinking, but Dean was right behind you, his hands on your back and abdomen.
You lunged forward, swinging at Sam with your gloved fists.
And that was when two things happened. First, you hit Sam,
and he smiled widely, blocking your strengthened blow with a nod of approval.
And second, as you lunged forward, you let out a squeak of shock as Dean’s hand
slipped lower and he grabbed a handful of your ass. You wheeled around, but
Dean was already stepping away, a faint smile on his stupid, handsome face.
“Sorry.” He ducked away from you as you instinctively lashed out to kick him,
your face bright red. “I didn’t mean to,” Dean was laughing lightly, his eyes
pleading yet amused. “I slipped, it was an accident.”
“Yeah right!” You snarled, swinging at him. You punched him
in the arm before you turned around to stalk to the side of the mat, your face
slowly regaining its normal color. “You’re a jerk!”
“Y/N, I swear that was an accident.” Dean took a step toward
you, and you shook your head. As the embarrassment wore off, you kind of just
wanted to punch him. But this was Dean, and you were kind of used to it by now.
“Maybe we should call it a day, guys.” Sam offered, his face
slightly pink. He shot Dean a glare, as if he was scolding him for ruining a
perfectly mature training session, but he didn’t say a word.
“Fine.” You muttered, feeling your jaw. “I need to shower
The three of you turned at the voice behind you.
Cas was standing,
moving towards you, shaking of his trench-coat as he moved. He tossed it on the
floor, his eyes hard and cold, fixed on Dean. You swallowed hard as he moved
past you to face the older Winchester brother, leaving the scent of his
aftershave in his wake. He loosened his tie and pulled it free with a sharp
jerk, and tossing it away before he met Dean’s eyes.