friends and lovers

Empty Chairs (7K) 1988 fic for @toewsme1988

Summary: Growing up in the middle of Nowhere, Canada isn’t easy. Especially when your family is barely scraping by and all your dreams are of escaping. Luckily, with Jonny, Patrick doesn’t have to dream alone.

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Five Kisses

Description: Their first kiss is a mistake. Well, not a mistake—obviously. But, it slips out, when Sherlock is exhausted, and overwhelmed, and terrified, when John is on a white, polished, marble floor, one hand gripping his thigh, the other slipping in the swiftly expanding pool of his own blood.

Review: A 5 + 1 story of kisses! I’m not usually s fan of short fics but this one was really well written and I liked how each of them was a continuation of the previous, they weren’t just a random instance in which they kissed. They were connected.

Rating: Mature


Three different varieties 🙏🏻💕🌵🙏🏻💕🌵

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Originally posted by idiot-eden

In which Dean Winchester watches that show about ice skating because Charlie keeps bugging him about it, and Cas tags along. 

“Oh look, they kissed. I was right after all, Dean.”
“Jesus, Cas! That wasn’t a kiss, it was just a very dedicated hug, they were hugging.

Admittedly, the only reason Dean Winchester started watching that random anime that included ice skating, was because Charlie Bradbury -the sister he never wanted, but totally adored-, kept endlessly bugging him about it. Claiming that it had changed her life, or whatever. Begging Dean to watch it too so that they could geek out over it together, because she needed a buddy to fangirl with, doh.

It wasn’t Dean’s usual genre at all, but on a rainy Sunday afternoon when the bunker was quiet and boredom took over, he gave in and decided to give it a try. If only to make his friend happy, or to see what the fuss was all about.

He made himself comfortable on his bed, balancing his laptop on his legs, clicking on the first episode, rather skeptical when a cheesy song started playing as the intro began.

“What the-?” He sputtered to himself, but kept watching anyway.

Twenty minutes later, he understood, kinda. The show was strangely addictive. There was some humor, the main character was easy to relate to, and at some point Dean had a brief flashback to how he’d felt that one time when Gabriel let him believe that he was meeting his idol Doctor Sexy. Not to mention the other side of it all; the constant fear to fail or never being enough for anyone or anything.

He was about to eagerly click episode two, when a gentle knock on his door interrupted him, and Castiel walked in without waiting for a reply.

“Heya, Cas!” Dean greeted amiably, not bothered by it in the slightest; the personal space between them had gone out of the window altogether now that Cas was living in the bunker too. “Joining team bored?” He added, already scooting over to make room for the angel.

“So it would seem.” Castiel nodded, giving Dean an almost-smile as he sat down on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes. “Or perhaps I just like spending time with you.”

Dean ducked his head to hide his blush as Cas made himself at home on Dean’s bed, right there beside Dean, their shoulders firmly pressed together.

“What are we watching?” Castiel asked as Dean clicked ‘play’.

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I Like You

“Psst! Hey! Hey, Cas!”

Cas looked around, confused, trying to figure out who was calling his name.

“Look down,” he heard, so he did. His eyes widened in surprise. His best friend Dean was sitting comfortably under the Winchesters’ dining table, eating a large slice of pumpkin pie piled high with whipped cream. “C’mere,” Dean said, gesturing with his free hand.

Written for the prompt: Imagine your OTP eating pie underneath the dining room table, as Thanksgiving family madness happens around them. (1.2k)

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Americans, and happy random Thursday to everyone else!


“Psst! Hey! Hey, Cas!”

Cas looked around, confused, trying to figure out who was calling his name.

“Look down,” he heard, so he did. His eyes widened in surprise. His best friend Dean was sitting comfortably under the Winchesters’ dining table, eating a large slice of pumpkin pie piled high with whipped cream. “C’mere,” Dean said, gesturing with his free hand.

“What are you doing?” Cas asked, frowning in confusion.

“Just come on,” Dean said, waving for Cas to join him.

Cas glanced around. No one was paying him any attention. “I have another piece for you,” Dean added, and that was the final motivation Cas needed. He slid down his seat until he was seated next to Dean and grabbing the other plate.

“Why are you under the table?” Cas asked again curiously.

“Because,” Dean said. “There are too many people up there. And Aunt Missouri won’t stop asking me how school’s going. Why does she even care?”

“Oh,” Cas said, taking a bite of the pie. Dean’s mom had made it the previous afternoon, and it tasted as amazing as it always did. “So how long are you planning to sit down here?” he asked in between mouthfuls.

“As long as necessary,” Dean said, dead serious, and Cas noticed, not for the first time, the complete stubbornness in his green eyes.

“I’ll stay, too,” Cas decided, spreading his legs out in front of him and leaning against one of the table legs.

A few years earlier, the Winchesters and Novaks (next-door neighbors and close family friends) had decided to host Thanksgiving dinner together, and they’d done it every year since. All of their family and some close friends would gather in the Winchester’s dining room (and living room because they had so many people) to eat and be together, and it was one of Cas’ favorite days of the year.

“Did you bring your turkey home?” he asked Dean as he ate his last bite of pie. Their third-grade class had made turkeys out of construction paper during craft time earlier that week and Cas personally thought that Dean’s was the best. He’d told him as much when Dean had finished, and he remembered how Dean had flushed with pride.

“Yes, it’s on the fridge,” Dean said happily. “Mom said it was beautiful and wanted to be able to see it all the time.”

Cas smiled too. “Mine’s in my bedroom at my desk. I had to make sure Gabe wouldn’t steal it. He’s mean sometimes.”

“Yeah, he is,” Dean agreed. They peered out from under the table, observing what their families were doing. On the other side of the room, Dean’s parents John and Mary were looking at the pictures on the wall and making comments about them. Cas’ mother Naomi was not far away, having a discussion with a friend of hers from work, Linda Tran, as Linda’s son Kevin stood not far away. They could see Gabriel chasing Dean’s younger brother Sam around, Sam laughing hysterically, and in the corner by the TV Uncle Bobby was talking to Ellen Harvelle, both of them completely absorbed in their conversation.

“I think they like each other,” Cas said, eyes pausing on Uncle Bobby and Ellen.

Dean followed his gaze. “Me too,” he said. “I think Uncle Bobby’s gonna ask her out and then they’ll kiss. That’s what grownups do when they like each other.”

“What do kids do when they like each other?” Cas asked curiously, and Dean shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Share toys? Draw each other pictures? Maybe they kiss too.”

“Really?” Cas asked, and Dean nodded. Cas pondered that for a moment before leaning forward to peck Dean on the lips in an innocent kiss. “I like you, Dean,” Cas said, and Dean grinned.

“I like you too.”

Fifteen years later, Dean and Cas (now twenty-three) sat on the couch snuggled up together after a full Thanksgiving meal. Most of their family had gone home by now and their parents were cleaning up while Sam and Gabriel had gone outside to talk, leaving Dean and Cas alone in the living room.

“How many years have we been doing this?” Dean asked, fingers tracing light patterns on Cas’ arm.

“You mean this?” Cas quipped, referring to their current position.

Dean laughed. “No, having Thanksgiving dinner here,” he said. “It’s gotta be eighteen years at least…”

“Something like that,” Cas agreed. “Why?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing, I was just thinkin’ how we sat under the table that one year to eat our pie. Remember? And we watched what everyone else was doing ‘til they left and we fell asleep.”

Cas smiled. “How could I forget? And your mom had to carry us up to your bedroom so we didn’t spend the whole night on the floor.”

“She did, didn’t she,” Dean said with a chuckle. “I wonder if we can still fit…” Dean mused as he stared at the table, and it was Cas’ turn to laugh.

“We were quite a bit smaller then,” he teased.

That didn’t stop Dean from standing and reaching out his hand, an unmistakably mischievous twinkle in his eye. “C’mere,” he said, and Cas recalled eight-year old Dean saying the same thing. He hadn’t been able to resist then, and he wasn’t able to now either.

Dean got down on his hands and knees and crawled under the table, careful not to bump his head as he sat up and Cas followed him.

“Hi,” Dean said softly.

“Hi,” Cas answered with a smile.

Dean glanced around. “Wish we had some pie.”

“Yeah, it’s not quite the same without,” Cas replied, nudging Dean’s shoulder.

“I know what would make it better,” Dean said slyly.

Cas humored him. “And what would that be, Dean?”

Dean shifted so he was kneeling in front of Cas and pulled out a little black box from his jacket pocket, opening it to reveal a beautiful gold band. “Marry me?” he asked simply, and Cas sat in shock for a second before he came to his senses, rising up to grasp Dean’s face in his hands and pull it to his, kissing him breathless. “Yes, yes!” he whispered. “God, yes!”

Dean smiled against his mouth, and murmured, “Good.” They broke apart so Dean could slide the smooth gold band onto Cas’ finger and then Dean pulled him in for another kiss. When they separated again, Cas laughed.

“This is where we had our first kiss,” he said. “Is that how you planned it?”

Dean nodded bashfully. “I, uh, wanted to make it special.”

“Well, you made the perfect choice,” Cas said with a smile.

That night, as they cuddled up together in Dean’s old bed for the first time as an engaged couple, they watched the stars out the window, something they had always done during sleepovers at Dean’s house. Just before they drifted off to sleep, Dean uttered three familiar words and Cas replied as he knew how.

“I like you.”

“I like you too.”

Because there’s no such thing as too much fluffy Christmas Destiel! ❄

Dean gripped the edge of the sink, his knuckles turning white. He’d fled to the kitchen supposedly to check on that huge turkey in the oven, but honestly he’d just felt overwhelmed and he’d been looking for a moment alone.

And okay, yeah, it was a good kind of overwhelmed. But overwhelmed nonetheless. Because everyone was here. And happy. And healthy. And for once the world wasn’t about to end. This was the first Christmas that he got to properly celebrate with his mom, as an adult at least, and while Dean was grateful, it also eerily reminded him of Djinn dreams and pocket universes.

Mom here, Sam here, Castiel here. Their friends here. Jody and the girls, Donna… All of them were currently in the war room, talking over drinks beside the giant-ass Christmas tree that Sam had insisted they’d get for the occasion.

Dean took a deep breath, convincing himself that it was real, and most of all, that it wasn’t temporary.

“Dean? Are you feeling alright?”

The sudden sound of Castiel’s voice from behind him made him jump a bit, but when he collected himself, Dean tentatively turned around and offered Cas a weak smile. Cas was standing in the doorway, but took that as a sign to come closer, taking a few steps towards Dean until he was close enough to touch Dean if he’d reach out. Obviously the guy had some sort of special Dean-radar, always detecting when something wasn’t quite right.

“I’m good… Really.” Dean muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just having a hard time believing that today is real because… everything is good. Too good maybe. Makes you wonder if it’s even real, if you know what I mean?”

“Oh, Dean…” Cas sighed, sounding almost wistful, his blue eyes soft yet mildly concerned.

Before Dean knew what was happening, Cas’ hand found his, and he intertwined their fingers. Dean stared down at their hands in wonder, then back up at Castiel. The angel looked a little more rumpled than usual without all of his overcoats and with his tie loose and backwards, a faint blush on his cheeks, his hair ruffled. Cas was truly feeling at home here these days - with Dean-, yet another thing that was too good to be true.

But true regardless, Dean realized as Cas squeezed his hand, grounding him.

“I’ve told you from the start though, haven’t I?” Castiel mused, now carefully placing the palm of his free hand against Dean’s cheek, the warmth making Dean melt into his touch. “Good things do happen. Sometimes we have to wait a little longer before they do. I’m sorry you had to wait this long, but I can assure you that it’s real…”

They stared at each other, neither willing to break eye contact, and Dean caught himself wondering if it would be extremely greedy for him to want just one more good thing today. When he noticed how Cas’ eyes darted down to his lips, he figured that, perhaps no, it wouldn’t be too much to ask, not this time.

Dean didn’t know who was leaning in first, but they met somewhere in the middle, his lips against Castiel’s for the very first time. Fingers tangled in hair, mouths explored and noses brushed, neither of them pulling away until Sam barged into the kitchen, accidentally interrupting them.

“Seriously, you two, sneaking away to do that? And you don’t even have the excuse of mistletoe.” He teased them, but to Dean’s relief otherwise his younger brother didn’t seem at all surprised to catch Dean in the act of kissing their guardian angel.

They were both grinning when Sam left with a another beer and a playful roll of his eyes.

Good things do happen, Dean. For the first time since they’d met in that barn all those years ago, Dean genuinely dared to believe that Castiel had been speaking the truth all along.