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WHAT IF A SOUL HAS CERTAIN PARTS

OK SO IN COMING UP WITH MY BACKSTORY FOR ASURA I KINDA WENT EVEN FURTHER OFF MY ROCKER AND I PROPOSE:

THE CORE OF A PERSON’S SOUL IS THEIR MEMORIES, WHICH IS SURROUNDED BY THEIR FEARS, AND THEN FINALLY THEIR PERSONALITY, WHICH IS ALTERED BY THE MEMORIES AND FEARS

IN A KISHIN’S CASE, MADNESS IS LIKE A CALCIFIED GROWTH ( sometimes of fear ) AROUND THE SOUL’S MEMORIES AND FEARS. THIS AFFECTS THE SOUL’S PERSONALITY.

Alright so Death split his soul to form Asura and Kidd, right? But he gave Asura his fear. This, Asura can form memories, and his personality can be shaped by these memories and these fears, but Asura can not form his OWN fears. In Kidd’s case he was not given Death’s memories nor his fear ( Death had none to give, obviously ), but merely Death’s personality. Over years of forming his own fear and memories, Kidd’s personality would have changed. As a newborn, though, he was like a creepy little copy of death.

Ok, so here’s,,, the Issue with giving someone all of your fear:
1) Not only can you yourself no longer feel or form fear
2) Fear can overcome a soul

At this point, the fear acts like madness and, essentially, you loose all personality and become a kishin. Asura’s soul most likely looks like the one above.

In those who have mental illnesses that affect their personality/memories, mental illness appears as a little growth on the soul.

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12 Dates of Christmas; Part 1.

Summary: AU. Dean and the reader are set up on a blind date a few weeks before Christmas, and things kind of seem too good to be true. They decide to have twelve dates beginning with their first and ending with Christmas, to see if spending all that time together will change their minds – and their feelings.

Word Count: 2310

Warnings: Fluff. Lots of fluff. It’s going to be 97-99% fluff. All 12 parts.

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“Trust me,” Mandy had told you. “You’ll like this guy.”

Blind dates weren’t really your thing, but when Mandy told you that, you decided to give the whole concept one more try. Mandy was smart and level-headed, and she had never steered you wrong … Even if the guy she had set you up with was her mechanic, someone she was only acquainted with casually.


You looked out the window and checked the weather, hoping it would help you decide what to wear. Gray clouds cluttered the sky; it hadn’t snowed yet this year but those clouds threatened to change that fact. Christmas lights perked up the dreary view out your window, making you smile. You loved Christmastime. Maybe you’d incorporate that into your outfit for the evening.


The mechanic – Dean Winchester – had communicated through Mandy that your dinner reservations were at a nice but not fancy sit-down place, so you picked a long-sleeve knit dress with thick, hunter green and white stripes from your closet. It feel just above your knees, so as you fastened the thin, brown belt around your waist, you decided on dark red tights and boots to match the belt on the dress. You took a look in the mirror and suddenly panicked. What were you thinking?

“Mandy, you’ve got to call this guy and tell him I changed my mind,” you told her once she answered the phone.

She groaned, and you could just picture her rolling her eyes. “You’re freaking out, aren’t you? We talked about this. There’s a twenty-four hour cancellation policy, Y/N. It’s too late now. What’s the problem?”

“I don’t even know.” You plopped onto your bed. “I’m wearing red and green – that’s lame, right?”

“Not lame,” Mandy replied carefully. “But maybe a little much for a first date. Give me about ten minutes, I’ll come over and help you.”

“Thank you,” you replied, feeling more than a little relieved. “Be careful.”

You fretted and paced in the eight minutes it took for Mandy to breeze in the door to your apartment. She closed and locked it behind her, tossing her coat and bag on the couch, then followed you to your room.

“All right, let’s see what we’re working with.” She looked you up and down and tapped her fingers on her chin. “Okay, I’ve got it. Let’s get to work. We’ll start with hair and make-up.”

Over the next forty-five minutes, Mandy made short work of curling your hair and pinning it back in a pretty half-up, half-down style. She helped you with your make-up, and finally suggested you change out the red tights for green ones that matched the stripes on your dress.

“There,” Mandy smiled. “He won’t be able to resist you now.”

You hugged her tightly. “You’re the best. What would I do without you?”

“Go on this date, then we’ll see if you still think that,” Mandy chuckled. “Now get going, or you’ll be late. I’m going to wait here, eat the pint of ice cream in your freezer and binge watch some Netflix. Can’t wait to hear about it when you get back!”

You pulled on your own coat, a scarf, and gloves, and braved the cold wind outside. You winced when the weatherman on the radio informed you there would be snow falling before the week was over.

What did it matter? It could snow tonight for all you cared. You had no high hopes for this date, and you could use the excuse to get home early.

***

Dean waited semi-patiently at the table in the middle section of the restaurant for his blind date. It wasn’t that he wasn’t looking forward to meeting someone new, but he was a little concerned that maybe this girl wasn’t as great as Mandy had built her up to be.

The restaurant was situated in a just-above-middle-class part of town, but he had chosen it carefully. One the chance that this girl was as great as Mandy described, Dean wanted to make a good impression. The Christmas décor and lights made the restaurant feel more laid-back than the handful of times he had been there before, which Dean appreciated now more than ever, as his nerves were really working themselves.

“Would you like to order a drink while you wait?” the young man waiting the table asked politely.

“It’s all right. She should be here soon.” He shrugged, briefly. “Maybe a couple of waters.”

Dean’s eyes trailed after waiter as the younger man walked to another table towards the front of the restaurant. He eyed a pretty girl walking his way with the hostess, who stopped midway and pointed to Dean’s table. She peeled her coat and gloves off as she approached him, laying her coat over her arm.

“Are you Dean?” you asked. A pretty pink blush dusted over your cheeks.

He stood to shake hands with you. “I am. And you must be Y/N?”

“Yes,” you confirmed. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” Dean smiled. He didn’t want to be superficial, but by the looks of this girl, the night was off to a good start. “Please, have a seat. I have waters on the way, but we can order whenever you’re ready.”

“Great, thank you. I’ve never been here, so it might take a couple of minutes.”

“Take all the time you need.” He watched you while you perused over the menu. “If you tell me what you’re in the mood for, maybe I could make a suggestion?”

You brightened a little. “That would be great. Honestly, I’m a meat-and-potatoes kind of girl.”

His kind of girl. “I don’t mean to be cliché, but you should try out what I’m having. Right here on the menu … the marinade on the steak is amazing.”

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed after reading the description.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll probably have a whiskey sour with it, too, if you don’t mind. Ease the nerves a little bit.”

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

Dean smiled at that, and you had to glance elsewhere to stop yourself from grinning so big. This guy was handsome, charming, and there was something about him … Whatever it was, it made your heart beat faster.

Once the waiter came and took your orders, you decided you were going to be brave and ask some questions.

“Well, I know you’re a mechanic,” you began. “What made you decide on that for a career?”

Dean cleared his throat. “My dad, actually. We were really close. Always working on some project in the garage for as long as I can remember. I mean, it wasn’t perfect – he was a military man, and that was hard sometimes. But he loved us, and he taught me a lot about cars.”

“I can’t help but notice you talking about him in the past tense …” you said quietly.

Dean nodded. “A couple of years ago. Heart attack.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I really miss him, but I’m getting along.” He looked you in the eye and said with a smile, “Things are getting brighter.”

You blushed yet again and looked away. “I’m glad you were close with him. I was close with my dad, too. My mom wasn’t really around, so I got really close with him and my brothers.”

“Family is important,” Dean asked. “What do you do?”

“I’m a paramedic.”

Dean started ticking the little things he knew about you off on his fingers. “Meat-and-potatoes eater, whiskey drinker, close with her family, saves lives – Mandy found me the perfect girl.”

You laughed. “And she found me quite the charmer.”

“A handsome one though, right?” Dean teased.

“A handsome one,” you agreed as the waiter set your plates down in front of the two of you. “Who apparently makes really great supper suggestions. This looks and smells amazing!”

The meal was delicious. The two of you took your time eating, conversing between bites about where in the city you had grown up, your favorite TV shows, the music you liked to listen to – anything and everything that came to mind.

“Okay, now be honest.” Dean smiled. “Did you wear green tonight because Christmas is coming?”

You hid your face in embarrassment, but recovered quickly. “I did! You know what, I’m not even going to hide it. I love Christmas. It’s my absolute favorite holiday. The lights and the decorations, the snow, the … uh, the romance.”

“Hey,” Dean said, beckoning for your attention. “I think that’s great. I mean, I always liked it, but I’m more of a Fourth of July kind of guy.”

“That’s my second favorite,” you offered.

“I’ll look forward to spending it with you then,” Dean commented sincerely.“Okay, so they really do have some great desserts here, but I have a different idea, if you’re okay being outside for a little bit.”

You nodded. “Sure, I’m game for an adventure.”

He paid the bill and helped you with your coat. While you finagled your gloves and scarf on, he pulled his coat on, and asked if you trusted him yet.

“Um, I’m sorry … why?” You asked, brow raised.

“Well, I figured if you trust me, we could take my car on this adventure, and I’ll bring you back to your car –”

“Truck.”

“Say what?”

“Truck,” you repeated. “I drive a truck, which I feel okay with you bringing me back to later.”

Dean smiled and slipped his gloved fingers through yours.

***

As the two of you walked around the outdoor ice-skating rink sipping hot chocolate, you had to chuckle as Dean raved again that you had known about his car before he told you.

“I mean, not every girl I know can identify a 1967 Impala – in fact, probably the only other woman I know that could do that is my mom, and it’s because she was the first and only girl my dad ever took for a ride in that car.”

“It’s in great condition,” you complimented. “And you aren’t the only one who grew up in the garage with your dad. I just didn’t turn it into a career.”

“Oh yeah,” Dean nodded. His warm breath misted into the winter air. “What made you decide on that, anyway?”

You took a deep breath. “I wanted to help people. I wish it was more of an inspirational story than that, but really … I like the rush of an emergency call, and the idea that what I do could make the difference between a person living or dying.”

Dean looked at you like he’d never seen a woman before. “I really am not dropping a line here but, damn, Y/N. I can’t get over how amazing you are.”

You laughed and playfully punched him in the shoulder. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, Sparky.”

“Sparky?” Dean chuckled as the two of you stopped at turned to face each other. You tossed your empty cup into a nearby trash can and shrugged.

“Yeah. My dad’s an electrician, but on one of their first dates, he showed my mom how to change the spark plugs in her car. She always called him Sparky after that – a combination of the two things, I guess.” You swallowed. “Considering it didn’t work out for them, maybe it’s kind of a jinx to use it for you. Sorry.”

Dean threw away his own cup and shook his head. He crooked a finger under your chin and smiled down at you. “No. There’s no way this could be anything but a good thing.”

A kiss was coming, and you knew it – hell, you were hoping it was in the cards for the evening. Just before Dean’s mouth connected with yours however, two kids ran in between you on their way to the ice skating rink, separating the two of you.

You gnawed on your bottom lip. “Guess it’s getting kind of late anyway. I have to be at the station early tomorrow for a twenty-four hour shift.”

“Yeah, I’ve got to be at work in the morning, too. Not for twenty-four hours, thank goodness.”

You smiled and reached for Dean’s hand again as the two of you walked back to the Impala.

***

When he dropped you back off at the restaurant, he offered a tight embrace and a kiss to the top of your head.

“Be safe on your shift tomorrow,” he cautioned. “It’s too early into a good thing for you to be getting into some kind of freak accident or anything, and with the storm coming in …”

You grinned back at him. “I’ll be careful. And you be careful, too. Don’t get caught up by some chesty girl dropping her car off for a tune-up.”

“I’m pretty sure my mind’s only going to be in one place tomorrow,” Dean answered quietly. You silently wished he would try to kiss you again, but his gall seemed to be gone for the evening. “Maybe after you’ve had some rest after your shift, you can come help me decorate my Christmas tree.”

“It isn’t decorated yet?” you exclaimed. “There’s only a few weeks until Christmas.”

“My brother and I helped Mom decorate hers, and I lost the mood, I guess. I think I’ve got it back. What do you say? I’ll cook you dinner, we’ll decorate the tree …”

You nodded. “All right. I’ll bring dessert.”

“Perfect,” Dean smiled. “Let me know when you’re home?”

“If you promise to answer.”

“I promise. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Dean.”

You got in your truck, wishing you had started the ignition before you and Dean said your good-night. It would take a few minutes for the thing to warm up, but while you waited, you watched in your rearview mirror as Dean drove off.

“This just might turn out to be the best Christmas yet,” you smiled to yourself.

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