Immortal AU Fake AH Crew where the members are varying centuries old. When they die the first time they get stuck that age forever, regardless of how many times they die.
Geoff looks the oldest, having died at thirty eight, but he’s only about two hundred years old, shot during the Civil War after turning sides against the Confederates when he realized how actually shitty their ideals were and the Union was pretty cool.
Jack watched Marie Antoinette get her head cut off, and soon after joined her, of course, as a rich woman of the time. How she lived from decapitation, who knew.
Gavin’s actually the second oldest, born in England as a young nobleman and died from the plague, of all things.
Michael was killed during World War One. Damn that land mine.
Ray is the youngest, who’s only been returning from the grave since he was killed in the 1980s during a mugging gone wrong. Which side he was on, he doesn’t like to say.
Lindsay died during the Great Depression, and hoards money like a dragon.
Ryan’s the oldest by far, having seen the Roman monarchy rise and fall from the small group Remus and Romulus began it with, then the Republic, the empire. He still harbors respect for his Roman gods, whom he believes are the cause of the immortality.
I met Cas. I like Cas! He’s nice to me… and — he says he’s our friend. I never had friends before. I never was friends with a angel before… but is he really one, or is he just saying that t'make me happy?
Hello! I thought I will be able to post the 1 chapter today, but my mum just told me that we have to visit my sister and probably won’t be back untill late evening -.-’ But I decided to post a fragment right now :D I am really sorry for all the mistakes, I swear I will take care of them when I come back. *and I also had an artblock, and it hurt because I couldn’t draw a thing without fucking it up - example above, but it still better that everything I tried to draw lately, so.-* Okay, so… here it is. Short, probably full of mistakes, and I’m REALLY self conscious about it, ugh. * If you have no idea what the hell I’m talking about ; It’s a fragment of a fic I’m trying to write, based on my Destiel AU.* Um, so a little warning: John drinks way too much, and he’s a really bad father.
For Ayla (deathkisseddean) who requested a destiel AU with pharmacist!dean / 1,187 words
Being an elementary school teacher had a lot of perks. Summers off. Influencing the youth of America. Snack time. Being exposed to fifteen germ incubators on a daily basis was not one of them.
Once a year, usually in the fall when his immune system was acclimating to being surrounded by children who did not consistently cover their mouths when they coughed, Castiel got hit with what always felt like the worst head cold of his life.
This year he had eight-year-old Ellie Winters and a poorly timed, uncovered sneeze to thank.
Thanks to Ellie, Castiel currently found himself in the local Walgreens, looking for the best over-the-counter cold medicine his teacher salary could buy. He grabbed a box of tissues, some Afrin, a bottle of Nyquil, and trudged to the pharmacy counter for the good stuff – the extra strength, extra awesome decongestants that could only be purchased directly from the pharmacist.
“Hey there. What can I do for you?”
Castiel narrowed his eyes at the perky blonde store clerk. Her healthy, energetic presence seemed like a direct insult to his current state of being. “Hello. May I please have some of the prescription strength Sudafed?”
“Sure thing. Let me see your ID and I’ll have someone grab a box for you. Winchester!” She called over her shoulder while simultaneously giving Castiel’s driver’s license a once over. “I need a box of ultra Sudafed.” She eyed Castiel sympathetically as she handed him back his ID. “And hurry up, would ya? Not sure how much longer this one is gonna make it.”
sapphic, achillean, wlw, and mlm are not bi inclusive terms. they are terms that help unite binary bi and gay/lesbian communities, which is super important because of all the infighting that’s happened there; but for the love of god do not use those words as substitutes for bi when you mean bi. they do not include all bi people, and when you do that it becomes very obvious that you do not care about being bi, you care about what you perceive as being ~gay enough~
please. we have fought too long and hard to recieve that. bi is not another variation of being gay. do not treat us like we can all fit those categories, or that we need to. being multi-spectrum is every bit as important as being attracted to your own gender.
and please remember nonbinary, genderqueer, and agender people exist. we deserve better than an afterthought.
Ok, bear with me here, but… demi!Sam and pan!Gabriel. Just. Making out with each other and watching movies together and going on walks together and showering together and sharing their different flavors of ice cream.
Sam bribing Gabriel to go to the library with him with candy, and then reading books with his feet in Gabriel’s lap.
Gabriel not having enough clothes and just walking around in boxers and one of Sam’s too-big shirts when he doesn’t feel like snapping his fingers to do the laundry.
Sam and Gabriel just being super sweet and super in love.
And ace!Cas loving them both and being jealous of them because he wants in on their relationship, but at the same time glad that they’re both obviously so happy together.
Sam and Gabriel loving having Cas around and spending lots of time with him. Cas loving that they do, but not wanting to get too close and ruin what they have, because he’s broken, because he just wants to kiss and hug and cuddle and touch, but he doesn’t want to go too far. Sam and Gabriel telling him that they love him, and that he’s perfect.
And then it’s Sam and Gabriel and Cas, going shopping together and baking cookies together and taking baths together and going strawberry picking together.
Sam lying in bed at night curled up in between both Gabriel and Cas’ wings, feeling extra warm and content and safe.
Gabriel getting bored and starting tickle fights that eventually end in he and Cas tag-teaming Sam, because their human just has the most adorable laugh.
Cas melting into Sam and Gabriel’s hands when they massage his wings, because it’s been too long since anyone else touched them.
Gabriel and Cas pulling Sam away from his research and taking him on a picnic, all three of them ending curled up on a large blanket underneath the warm sun, just enjoying being in each others company.
Sam and Gabriel stumbling off to a separate room, then coming back to slip into bed on either side of Cas and the three of them falling asleep all snuggled together.
Cas and Sam on a rainy day, cuddling in bed with the television on and taking turns being the little spoon until Gabriel comes in and flops down on top of them, his wings spreading wide to wrap them both in a soft, warm, fluffy cocoon.
Dean blinked, considering lying but seeing no point in it. “I’m supposed to be slaying the dragon that lives here.”
“Ah. Well, go ahead then, I won’t stop you.”
“Well—where is it?”
The guy just looked at him, eyebrows raised.
Okay, try again. “Who are you?” And there’s the question of the hour. Clearly, seeing as the man finally gave Dean his full attention, standing up suddenly and stepping forward so that Dean found himself face to face with the guy, mere inches away. He couldn’t make himself step away, back down, break eye contact, even blink.
“My name is Castiel,” he began. “You probably only know me as the dragon.”
(Dean/Castiel fairy tale AU in which Dean is a prince who goes to slay a dragon, and Castiel is cursed to turn into a dragon every night.)
Okay, but what if Ryan’s not the crew’s best assassin? He’s too eager, too clumsy, too bloodthirsty.
What if Michael’s demo guy persona is just that–a front?
No one would expect the Fake’s loud, impatient, angry, explosive happy demolition guy to be a master assassin. Sure, he can build bombs, but so can pretty much anyone with an internet connection. Michael is Geoff’s secret weapon. He keeps up the persona of the Vagabond, side by side with Ryan. Ryan plays the murder happy muscle and Michael is the ghostly assassin, almost vanishing into shadows and a master of stealth.