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Cas was terrified.

He’d been waiting for this moment for months and now it was finally here he was absolutely terrified

Terrified that he’d see Dean and pass out on the spot.

Terrified that Dean would take one look at him and run in the other direction.

But he knew there was no turning back now. His plane had just touched down in Kansas City International Airport. Cas looked out of his window from the plane to look at the building. Dean was in there somewhere. 

The seatbelt signs went off and the air stewards opened the doors. Cas took a deep breath. This was it.

On the walk to collect his luggage Cas’ mind wandered back to where this crazy part of his life began.

Roughly a year earlier, Cas’ older brother, Gabriel, had decided he was sick of Cas moping around. Gabriel knew it was because Cas had just been to another friend’s wedding and yet he remained single (Cas flat out denied that this was the case but Gabriel knew otherwise).

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  • Male family member 1: Wow, the Browns beat the Chargers
  • Male family member 2: That's like Texas losing to Kansas City
  • Me, internally: I hope the Chargers still had fun though
In Dreams 3

10:02 AM

Noelle is sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed coloring a picture of Cupid in all his chubby diapered glory.

“Making a Valentine for someone?” Mulder asks as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“My daddy,” she says quietly.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks, watching her methodically fill in the cherub’s golden curls with a stubby yellow crayon.

“Okay,” she says.

Mulder leans in, trying to catch the girl’s eyes.

“Can I ask you a question, Noelle?” he says, “about what you said to me last night?”

Noelle looks up, eyes wide and fearful.

“I told you already,” she says.

“Who were you talking about? Your mom?”

“You have to let her go, that’s the only way,” she says solemnly. The light that danced in her eyes just yesterday has been snuffed out.

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Martini Kiss

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Martini Kiss (Skeptics and True Believers pt 15)


Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,173

Warnings: language, angst, you’re gonna really wanna kill Conor lol

Song: Martini Kiss - Senses Fail

A/N: no Dean in this part, I apologize.

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London Calling


Dean cranks up the stereo, doing his best to drown out the sound of Cas talking. He clenches and unclenches his jaw, feeling the muscle pop as he does, trying to give himself something else to focus on besides the freeway.

His efforts are in vain, and right now there’s just him, Cas, and the open road to Kansas City International.

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anonymous asked:

Oh goodness! Enjonine for the marching band au or the lost luggage au, pretty please? Btw your writing is hella and so are you.

Thank you, friend, you are hella too!! I’ll take the second one, which was also requested by Gaby and another anon.

For those who may not know, the full prompt was “Panicked yelling in unison because of lost baggage in between connecting flights AU.” As someone who travels frequently, this topic was very near and dear to my heart.

the tailwind’s on our side (cities and shorelines, passing me by)


N’Djamena International

“You know, you, uh—” She licked her lips, nervously. “I think you have an anger management problem.”
He peered at her over the dog-eared pages of a battered copy of Fatal Purity: Robespierre and the French Revolution. “I do not have an anger management problem.”

“I just saw you beat up a mosquito long after it was dead.”

“That mosquito was the size of my fist. I’m not taking any chances. Besides—” He glanced around the pre-departure area. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

It was true, though. The bugs outnumbered the people ten to one. She was trying really hard not to yawn— or even breathe too deeply.

“I’m Éponine,” she offered, because he was kind of cute.

He smacked her shoulder with the heavy book, and, what the fuck? Before she could, like, punch him or something, he showed her the flattened remains of another mosquito. “Enjolras.”

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