You’re reading a book when the red blur just appears in your room. You close your book, lean back, and grin. Barry pulls the hood down and smiles at you. The goofy grin makes you laugh, “So how’s it feel to be back in the leather?”
He laughs, “Sweaty.”
You wiggle your eyebrows, “Well, now I’m hot.”
He removes his gloves, “Yeah?”
You put your book down and crawl down the bed before launching yourself off it, and into his arms. He catches you with ease. You kiss him, and take comfort in the way his arms wrap around you. With a giggle, you fall back onto the bed with him.
Hours later, in the dark of your room, you’re snuggled against Barry’s chest, while his hand strokes lazily against your back. You’re more than a bit drowsy, but still curious, “So, did you see everyone?”
“Oh yeah, the whole team was there.”
Barry places a kiss on the top of your head, “Yeah. I couldn’t even look him in the eye, much less talk to him. In fact I made it a point to only talk to Oliver. I’m such a…”
He chuckles a bit, “That’s a nice way of putting it.”
You place a kiss on his chest, “Well lucky for you, I’m a cat person.”
“It was nice to get some closure.”
He nods, “Yeah, now that Wally has superspeed, Central City is safe, and I can give up the superhero thing for good.”
You don’t quite believe that, but as he pulls you a bit closer, the two of you drift off to sleep. You wake up to the sound of the doorbell being repeatedly rung. Without opening your eyes, your feel around for a pillow, and pull it over your head.
When the noise continues, you pull your head out from under the pillow and glance at Barry. Your husband is fast asleep. Rolling your eyes, you toss the covers to the side. You pull on your nightgown, and then a robe. You trudge to the door, but not before you catch sight of the clock. Your eye twitches when you see 5 am staring back at you.
You glance out the window to see a group of people waiting outside, and right as one of them reaches for the doorbell again, you unlock the door and yank it open. “Yes?”
A taller man in the back, that you recognize as Oliver Queen, smiles at you and says, “Mrs. Allen.” You watch the shock wash over several faces.
You wipe a hand over your face, “You couldn’t have waited a few more hours?”
Another man steps forward and offers his hand, “Sorry about the early hour, I’m Joe West, Barry’s… ”
“Dad,” You smile and take his hand, shaking it before stepping to the side, “I’m sorry, I’m not a morning person. Please come in, all of you. Barry’s still asleep. Make yourselves at home while I go wake him.”
You leave them, and go back to the bedroom. Crawling back onto the bed, you take the pillow and hit your husband. He startles awake and just stares at you. He cracks a smile at you a moment later, “What did I do now?”
“You have company.”
His brow furrows, “Company?” and leans over to glance at the clock, “It’s 5:15 in the morning, who would … Oh no.”
“Oh yes. They’re waiting for you in the den.”
“They’re in the den!?”
You blink a few times, “And that’s a problem, why?”
“Our wedding photos are out there.”
“I’m trying to be panicked for you hun, but you’re making it a bit hard.”
He takes a deep breath, “I didn’t tell them I was married. I didn’t want to get caught up in a conversation, and so …”
“You ran away.”
He sits up, “Pretty much.”
You snuggle in beside him, “Why do you always have to run Barry, why can’t you ever just walk?”
He smiles and kisses the top of your head, “The whole meta human thing makes it a bit difficult.”
You yawn, and then pat his chest, “Well time to run towards the problem now, Speedy.”
“That’s Thea, hun.”
“Whatever, just go.” With a sigh he leaves the bed. You’re almost back to sleep, when a weight lands on top of you, “Come with me?”
You turn to face your husband, “Seriously? It’s five thirty in the morning on a Saturday. I shouldn’t be aware of anything other than my pillow.”
He smiles at you, “For better or for worse.”
You scowl, “Fine.”
Five minutes later, you’re somewhat presentable, as you walk into the den with your husband. You pass by the crowd and head straight for the coffee maker.
You stare at the coffee maker and wait for it to brew. You listen to Barry talk to Joe, and the others. But you’re honestly not awake enough to really catch anything. When it’s done you pour yourself a cup, and walk back into the den. All eyes go to you.You give a small akward smile and say, “Coffee’s ready. Mugs are in the cabinet above the maker, help yourselves.”
There’s a bit of a migration to the kitchen, as you take a seat in the oversized arm chair. Barry shuffles nervously near you.
You smile at him, “Things a bit awkward?”
He nods, “More than a bit. It’s just really weird.”
“Like you’re getting to know each other again?”
He runs a hand through his hair, “Yeah, They know nothing about the past several years. Or you for that matter.”
You take a sip of coffee, “Fill them in.”
“You think it’s that simple?”
You reach out and take his hand, “I think it can be.”
Glensheen Historic Estate is a large mansion located in Duluth, Minnesota. It was constructed to be the family home for Chester Adgate Congdon in 1908. In 1968, the mansion was given to the University of Minnesota Duluth. While the university owned the home, Elisabeth Congdon, Chester’s youngest daughter, was given a life estate while allowed her to occupy the mansion until her death. Without a doubt, the house is an absolute beauty, however, it’s more commonly known for its brutal 1977 murder.
On 26 June, 1977, somebody snuck into the Glensheen Mansion. Inside, they came across Elisabeth’s nurse, Velma Pietila, who they threw down the stairs before bludgeoning her with a candlestick. Following her murder, the intruder then crept into 83-year-old Elisabeth’s bedroom and suffocated her with her own pillow.
Roger Caldwell, the husband of Elisabeth’s adopted daughter, Marjorie, was eventually apprehended for the shocking murders. Initially, he denied the crime and was acquitted, but years later he eventually confessed that he killed them because Marjorie was to inherit the Congdon fortune when Elisabeth passed away. Following Roger’s confession, he committed suicide.
what victor means:
yUURI BODY PILLOW? BODY PILLOW. A PILLOW WITH MY BEAUTIFUL HUSBAND PRINTED ON IT. LIFE SIZE. BIG ENOUGH FOR CUDDLING 24/7. BIG ENOUGH FOR DINNER DATES AND PICNICS BY THE SEA. CAN I TAKE IT TO COMPETITIONS? IS THERE ANYTHING IN THE RULE BOOK THAT BANS BODY PILLOWS FROM THE RINK. ILL TAKE IT ANYWAY. ILL NEVER BE LONELY AGAIN-
“Oh my god,
I am so tired,” Simon says, flopping
down on the bed, “This was like, the longest day of my life.” His head shoots
up suddenly, and he looks at Jace with panicked eyes, “I mean, like, the best
longest day of my life. It was really long but I loved all of it. I loved its
longetivity. Fuck, I’m not making any sense.”
aren’t,” Jace says, smiling fondly at Simon as he takes of his tie and starts
unbuttoning his shirt, “Take your clothes off.” Simon wiggles his eyebrows at
Jace, “So you can sleep.”
at him, “What, don’t you want ‘holy fuck we just got married’ sex?”
had that,” Jace says, raising an eyebrow at him, “In the bathroom at the
giggles, “Yeah, that was good. But like, we have a bed now! A soft, fluffy, luxurious bed with beautiful fluffy
pillows and oh my god I am so tired.”
“How about this,” Jace says,
crawling into bed and moving forward to remove Simon’s clothes, like it doesn’t
look like he’s going to do it himself, “We’re going to sleep now, and then
tomorrow when we wake up, we’re going to have the most amazing morning sex ever.”
Simon grins lazily at him, “That
sounds like an amazing idea, Mr. Wayland-Lewis. God, I’m never going to get
tired of saying that.” He flops down on the bed happily and takes off his
They should probably brush
their teeth, but they’re both way too tired to move away from the bed now they’ve
finally gotten on it. Jace crawls under the blankets, and Simon follows his example.
They lie there, staring at each other with giant smiles on their faces.
Suddenly, Simon leans forward and kisses him softly.
“I can do that now,” he tells
Jace gleefully, “And you have to accept it because we’re married now.”
“You could already do that
before we got married, you idiot,” Jace tells him, awfully fond. “Now, go to
“Yeah,” Simon says, nuzzling
into the pillow. “Love you, husband.”
Jace is pretty sure he’s never
going to stop smiling at this point, “Love you too, husband.”
This list is more so about things that I didn’t realize I needed for college, and what I realized I didn’t need once I was already at college, rather than a wholistic list of what you’re going to need. If you google your generic “college essentials” list, they more or less are truly what you’re going to need. I’m simply trying to share my experience after my first year of college. here we go kids
Things you might not have thought of:
wedge pillow/husband pillow: you know when you wanna do work in bed and sit up against the wall, and you try and use your pillows for back support but you can never get them in a comfortable position???? yeah. fear not!! there are wedge pillows and/or husband pillows for this!!! personally, I didn’t realize how much work I would do in bed prior to college. If you’re someone who does this, I HIGHLY recommend getting one of these pillows. it’ll just make your life a lot easier.
clipboard: you know when you wanna do work in bed, but when you’re trying to take notes and be studious your notebook is too floppy and it’s an immense struggle to take notes???? yeah. GET YOU A CLIPBOARD. my god. you could also get a lap desk thing, but tbh a clipboard should suffice.
clip-on lamp: if you’re like me, you might hate artificial lighting and hate having all of the lights on. you might prefer a nice lil lamp. every college list tells you to get a desk lamp. BUT YOU SHOULD GET A CLIP ON LAMP. as i’ve said twice now, i love doing work in bed. but sometimes it just gets dark!! and while your lamp lights up the room well enough, you might strain to see what you’re reading and/or writing. so, get a clip on lamp!! you can clip it literally anywhere it can clamp on to. so much freedom. so beautiful. 10/10 would recommend.
a robe: i went into college thinking i could just wrap myself in a towel and flee to my dorm from the bathroom. However, you’re gonna dry your hair, and then your body. and then you’ll go on your journey to your dorm. but, you’re hair is still gonna be wet, and then get you wet, and get the floor wet, and it’s just not a good time. (also sorry for the comma splices rn lmao) please make your life easier and get yourself a robe. then you can wrap the towel around your hair and keep it dry, while not having to run to your dorm hoping that your towel doesn’t fall! it’s a good time.
stand up hamper: i got a laundry bag and thought that would be a fun way to store my gross clothing. false information my friends. you know when you’re trying to put something in a bag, but the bag just keeps closing on it’s own bc of gravity, and then you’re trying to open the bag with the object you’re trying to put IN the bag–you know what i’m talking about. that’s what will happen with a laundry bag for a hamper. just get a stand up one friends.
NAPKINS: it’s the things that you always have around that you don’t realize you need. just have napkins. too many reasons to explain why they’re necessary.
a step stool!!!: this is college. your bed is going to be high up. that’s just how it is. you CAN rely on the lil ladder to get onto your bed, but that’s always a bit of an awkward climb. i highly recommend a step stool. it helped my tiny lil self out every single day.
mattress pad: this one isn’t necessary. I didn’t have one when I first got to college. but then my mom forced one upon me, and it honestly changed my whole life. do it. you don’t need a full on foam top mattress (unless you want one that’s cool too), but anything helps. college beds feel like dried up sponges. _______________________________________________________________________
Things you probably don’t need
clothes: no matter what, you are not going to have the amount of clothes that you need your first year of college. you will either over pack or under pack. there is absolutely no in between. try not to bring too many clothes. you will truly thank yourself.
extra storage bins: if you think you might need extra storage bins to put all of your stuff in, then you’re bringing too much stuff to your dorm. trust me. the storage that your school provides will be enough. don’t bring too much to school. you’ll have many breakdowns where you get so overwhelmed by all of the unnecessary crap that you own. i know i did
too many pillows: y’all, this is college. no one has time for five decorative pillows. the bed is just big enough to fit one human being. don’t bring all of those pillows. you will have no where to put them. your dorm will be cute without the pillows.
shower shoes??????: idk. this, in my opinion, is optional. i feel like everyone stresses how disgusting college showers are and how if you don’t have shower shoes you’re bound to get foot fungus. i personally think this is exaggerated and emphasized by germaphobes. shower shoes are a nice precaution, but your showers aren’t going to be completely horrible. However, I go to a tiny liberal arts school, and shared a bathroom with 4 other girls. If you’re going to a larger school with community bathrooms, then please disregard this suggestion. protect ur toes.
i hope this helps some people out!! freshman year of college is going to be a great learning experience!!!!!
***Please note some of these directly contradict one another, as is the way of folklore and superstition.***
Denotes or causes good luck…
Getting pooped on by a bird.
Finding a horseshoe.
Finding a four-leaf clover.
Treading in cowpat.
Wearing clothes inside-out, but you can’t change it until you would normally remove the item, or the good luck is nullified.
Finding a cricket in the house.
Meeting a black cat, especially one you know. (Only path-crossing black cats cause bad luck.)
Touching wood, especially to protect good fortune that has been mentioned from being ruined. For example, touching wood whilst/after saying “The whole family is healthy,” or “If he gets the job”.
Nailing a horseshoe above the door, though the points must face up or the luck will “run out”.
Seeing three butterflies together.
Seeing a ladybird. The richer the red and greater number of spots, the better the luck.
Carrying an acorn.
Wearing clothes back-to-front.
Meeting a herd of cows on the road.
Pictures of elephants that face the door.
Leaving an open pair of scissors beneath a pillow (please be careful).
Seeing a hearse.
Catching falling autumn leaves.
Meeting a chimney sweep by chance.
Saying “white rabbit” 3 times as your first words of the month.
An itchy right eye.
Keeping clover in the house.
Breaking a glass or dish.
A frog entering the house.
Lifting your feet whilst driving over railway lines.
Sneezing at the same time as someone else.
Wearing new clothes on Easter.
A black cat walking towards you.
“Find a penny that lays heads up, all day long you’ll have good luck.”
Using a new broom to sweep into the house before you do anything else with it, will also sweep luck in.
If the first butterfly you see in the year is white, the whole year will be lucky.
Denotes or causes bad luck…
Friday the 13th.
A black cat crossing your path.
Opening an umbrella indoors.
Rocking an empty rocking chair.
Peacock feathers indoors.
Walking under a ladder. Reversing back through it undoes the bad luck.
Empty bottles on the table.
Putting new shoes on the table.
Spilling salt. Throw a pinch over the left shoulder to dispel this bad luck.
Breaking a mirror gets seven years. To dispel it bury the pieces outside, or run them under a stream.
An itchy left eye.
Killing a ladybird.
A single jackdaw perching on a house.
Seeing a hearse, hold your collar until you see a 4 legged animal to undo the bad luck.
Entering a building left foot first.
A black cat walking away from you.
Passing someone on the stairs.
Starting a task on a Friday you can’t finish by the end of the week.
Getting out of bed on a different side than the one you got in on will make you unlucky until you return to bed the next evening.
Lighting three cigarettes with the same match.
If you have been given a container of food (plate, tub etc) it must not be returned home without some new food in it.
Patching clothes whilst wearing them.
If you borrow salt, it should be paid back with sugar, or bad luck will follow you.
Bees should always be told before they are moved, not doing so may cause bad luck.
New money containers, like wallets or purses, that are given as gifts should always have a little money in when they’re given. A penny is traditional. Not doing so would give both giver and recipient bad luck.
Ward off evil or bad luck by…
Spinning seven times in a circle, clockwise.
Touching wood, as above.
Spitting three times over your shoulder. Some people just say “spit-spit-spit”.
To get a wish…
Blow out all birthday candles with the first attempted breath.
Hold your breath all the way through a tunnel.
Catch a clock at 11:11.
Kiss a necklace clasp that has fallen round to the front before moving it back to its proper place.
See a chimney sweep, but you must have met by chance. Arranged encounters are cheating!
Make it in a bed that has never been slept in.
Two people wrap their little fingers around opposite ends of a wishbone. Each should silently wish, and pull it apart; whoever gets the larger piece should get their wish.
Swallow a whole chicken heart.
The first robin you see in spring can be wished on, but you must finish the wish before the robin flies away.
Burn onions whilst you wish.
Do it on a shooting star: “Star light, star bright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight.”
Sneeze, but only once!
Death and The Dead
Crows carry the souls of the dead. If one perches near you, take the chance to say goodbye to someone who came before.
Out of respect, hold your breath if you are passing through a graveyard.
Health and Wellness.
Don’t turn a new loaf upside down after cutting the first slice, someone in the house will fall ill.
“An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
Carrying an acorn will ensure longevity.
If you are interrupted making the bed, all sleeps between those sheets will be restless.
“If you wish to live and thrive, let the spider run alive.”
Cross yourself if an ambulance passes you, saying ‘God between harm and me and mine’ to protect yourselves and your family.
Dreams and Nightmares
A horseshoe in the bedroom keeps away nightmare.
If one has a realistic dream, it will come true if mentioned before breakfast. Use this as you will.
Share a pillow with a dog and you will have the same dreams.
Marriage and Romance
If you start making a bedspread or quilt, you will not find a successful romantic relationship until it is finished.
Having your feet sept with a broom will prevent you from ever marrying.
Sewing a swans feather into a husbands pillow ensures fidelity.
A single woman who sits with the corner of the table pointing at her will never marry.
A bride who goes to the altar with salt in their pocket will always be happy.
If you don’t sweep the house properly, you will have a bald husband.
Friends and Conversations
Don’t say goodbye to a friend on a bridge, or you will not see each other again.
Running into a spider’s web means you’ll meet a new friend.
Crossing knives or spilt pepper causes arguments.
“Stir with a knife, stir up strife.”
If walking as a pair, splitting to walk around opposite sides of a pole will cause an argument, unless you both say “bread and butter” afterwards.
If your ear itches or burns, it means someone is talking about you.
Biting your tongue when eating means you’ve recently lied.
If a knife is given as a gift, it will sever the relationship between giver and recipient. To prevent this, the knife can be bought with any small coin. You can even give the person the money to give back to you!
Money and Material Things
Itchy right palms predicts coming money, whereas itching on the left palm suggests you’ll lose some.
Ants building a nest near your door means financial security is in our future.
Seeing a spider spinning a web means you will get new clothes soon.
A bee landing on the hand fortells coming money.
Several jackdaws landing on a house means money is coming.
A small spider dropping onto you means your finances will improve.
Keeping black-eyed peas and change in your pocket on New Years Day will mean all your needs will be met during the coming year.
Wearing clothes inside out means you will get beaten up, it’s viewed as easiest to let a friend lightly hit you to see the prediction as met. However, if the friend who swats you is younger than you, they must then pull on your shirt or skirt 3 times, or you will never marry.
House and Home
Bringing an old broom to a new home will bring any strife and all limitations of the old home with you. Always throw them out and buy a new one.
Growing ivy on a house or placing salt on the doorstep prevents evil from entering it.
If you break a glass or dish, you will inevitably break a second by the end of the day. It’s often seen as best to break something small or unimportant to fulfil the superstition.
Knitting one of your own hairs into a project binds the recipient to you.
Sewing left unfinished on New Year’s will stay that way all year.
An unfinished project brings bad luck to the intended recipient.
When making items in pairs (like socks or gloves) the second must be started immediately after the first is finished.
If you break a needle making a garment, you will live to wear the garment out.
If you pause a project during the first step, like the cast-on row of knitting, you will never be able to finish it.
Messages, Travel and Visitors
Itches on the sole of the foot mean a journey approaches.
A bee, hen or rooster entering the home is a sign there’ll be a visitor.
A bird flying into the house means an important message is coming.
To prevent an unwelcome guest from returning, immediately after they leave sweep the room, sweeping everything out of the door.
Seeing a spider run down a web in the afternoon means you’ll take a trip.
Knowledge and Tests
If you find a spider in your home, collect and carefully release it, you may ask it one question. Expect an answer to come in a week.
If you use the same pencil to study and take the test, the pencil will remember the answers.
Clover will protect a person from faeries.
Keeping iron or silver on your person will stop you being taken by the faeries.
A lone tree in the middle of a field is a faery tree. You should bow to show respect to the tree and the Folk, especially if you wish to shelter beneath it.
If you run anti-clockwise around a church 3 times, you will be taken by the Folk.
As per the children’s rhyme, magpies indicate certain things coming into the life. “One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy, Five for silver, Six for gold, Seven for a secret, never to be told. Eight for a wish, Nine for a kiss, Ten for a bird you must not miss.” This tune does have variations.
Following on from the above, there are several ways to nullify the sorrow that lone magpies predict: Salute them, doff your hat, blow a kiss, say “Hello Mr Magpie, how’s your wife?/how’s the wife and kids?”, “Hurry, run away and find your mate, Mr Magpie.”
Crows also have a counting rhyme, “One’s bad, Two’s luck, Three’s health, Four’s wealth, Five’s sickness, Six is death.”
Sneezing also indicates things; “Once for a wish, Twice for a kiss, Thrice for a letter, Four for something better.”
The day you find the fist flower of Spring also has meaning! “Monday means good fortune, Tuesday means greatest attempts will be successful, Wednesday means marriage, Thursday means warning of small profits, Friday means wealth, Saturday means misfortune, Sunday means excellent luck for weeks.”
A bee landing on the head means the person will rise to greatness.
Dropping a comb whilst using it indicates future disappointment.
13 should never dine together, or the first to rise will be the first to die.
Walter learned this early-on. When he was young and growing into himself he once had half a mind to try and walk about in his trollish skin. The other half woke up with a crick from sleeping with his chin against his chest, his poor pillow double-impaled like a pasty on a fork.
He sleeps in his human form…until the air conditioning goes kaput.
Even with every window thrown open for invitation, the summer breezes snub the second house at the end of the street. Jim’s smoothies during the day only last so long, and the refrigerator makes sounds that warn of mutiny should the torture of overwork continue.
Their bed (theirs, that they share, together, with mutual enthusiasm) is a linen swamp. Walter lies flat on his back, arms behind his pillow, legs spread as far as possible without intruding on Barbara’s attempt at a similarly pancake-ish pose. They breathe. They do not touch. The intruding fly by the sill dares not even buzz lest the effort make the space hotter.
“Change. Right now. Into your troll form.”
Walter turns and lifts an eyebrow she doesn’t need to see to know he’s doing it in the dark.
There is the wettish rustle of damp sheets. Barbara’s plaintive voice comes from above him.
“Your stone skin is always so cool. Roll over and c'mere so I can cuddle my husband.”
The pillow sighs as he pulls his arms down and places his hands on his stomach. Barbara also doesn’t need to see to know the exact curve of his mouth as his brows knit and he sets an affable smile next to a tentative frown.
“But…Darling,” (he’ll bat his dark lashes and his green eyes will look distractingly soft and charming), “I’m stone. Don’t you think that would be rather less than comfortable?” (She’ll catch the back of the question, the implication of discomfort farther-reaching, and her heart will hurt while she lets him keep his strength to lean on.)
But the bed creaks, and now Walter is surrounded. A warm hand strokes his temple. Citrus wafts into his nose and soft hair tickles his cheek.
“You’re always comfortable,” whispers his wife, low and beguiling against his neck. “And you happen to have a cold setting so I don’t have to pretend you have the plague when it’s hot.“
She feels the tug of his cheeks and the tremble of his throat as he chuckles.
“I’ll have you know, dear wife,” he rolls onto his side, the room flashes green and his next words become a delicious growl she can feel in her chest, “that I never once caught the plague.”
“Mm. Good to know. Now come here,” she commands.
“Yes, darling,” he purrs, settling gently beside her, their arms snaking around each other tight as the twined halves of a knot.
We fit, he thinks, sighing as her fingers trace his markings like the lines on a map. She knows exactly where to go.
Sleep comes easily. Queen Mab and her ladies giggle softly when they pass o'er the lovers never odder, more perfectly, sweetly matched.
Since Castiel has lived in the bunker with Sam and Dean for several months now, he’s long since learned how to shop with them before routine hunting trips.
This time he can’t hunt with them (only because Dean said ‘no’). The angel is still recovering from Lucifer inhabiting his body for so long. Dean insists he needs at least a full year to feel normal again.
Castiel thinks that his new husband is being slightly – secretly very – overprotective, but he knows that the two of them can handle a vampire nest. Just two nights away from home, a group of ‘bloodsuckers’ and a short drive. “It’s nothin’,” Dean had assured him. “Watch Orange is the New Black on Netflix again. We’ll be back before you’re done.”
If he couldn’t go on the hunt, though, the angel insisted on helping them grab groceries (basically just beer) and personal hygiene items before they left. Halfway down the Home Necessities side of Walmart, Castiel had already stopped four times to study odd objects for sale.
“What is this?” he asked, perplexed, and both Winchesters halted to turn around. Dean sighed impatiently.
“It’s a body pillow, Cas,” Sam answered, swiveling on his feet to keep going.
“You lay your entire form on it,” the angel observed, squinting at the giant rectangle of green fluff as he held it in comparison to his height. His guess had to be correct. Pillows were for laying one’s head on, so a body pillow must be for one’s entire body.
“Uh, sort of,” Sam spoke, stopping in his tracks again. He took the pillow from Castiel and glanced around before hugging it against his side, cheek against it, wrapping one arm and one leg around the thing. “This is… uh, more the idea of it,” he said quickly, tossing the pillow back in the bin before anyone could see him snuggling the thing.
The angel squinted at it for a few moments still before Dean walked up and took his hand, trying to get him to move along. Castiel refused to budge. “Why would anyone need this?” he asked, truly a bit surprised by the inefficiency of such a human invention.
Dean actually wiped down his face now with a small growl. “If you sleep alone, y'know? Some people like to… cuddle. This is for, uh, cuddling when you have no one, okay? Can we go now?”
It was quiet as Castiel finally started to shuffle his feet along, holding Dean’s hand the whole time so that the hunter could make sure he didn’t stop again. A little while later when the brothers were comparing bottle to can beer prices, the angel disappeared and returned with the body pillow in clutch.
“What the hell, Cas?” Dean demanded, both at his casual use of angel teleportation in public and at the fact that he was still obsessing over the pillow.
“I believe it to be a Home Necessity for our bunker,” he stated firmly. “We like to cuddle exactly as Sam demonstrated and you will be gone. I will have no one to cuddle.”
Dean’s face was as red as the wine behind him and Sam couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. “Oh, we’re getting the pillow now. We have to,” the younger Winchester smirked.
Snatching the pillow from Castiel’s grasp, Dean picked a random case of beer and started trudging away from his family as quickly as possible. “Whatever. If it’ll keep you home,” he grumbled lowly.
Castiel’s wings, though invisible, fluttered contently. “Dean… perhaps you need the blue one to take on your trip.”
Sam all-out cackled when his brother grumpily picked up the second one on his way to the checkout area without another word.
I commissioned the wonderful @thisismouseface to draw me some body pillows of my favorite husbands <3<3 (I added the watermarks myself, don’t worry) I highly recommend you guys commission her!!!! She was very sweet and accommodating to what I wanted, and her work came out beautifully, I cant wait till the physical cases come in. Thanks again <3