silly comparison

A silly comparison of Ninian and Aqua/Azura in FE Heroes:

They’re pretty much the same with the right setup. As Ninian has dragon effectiveness on her as a detriment.

Aqua has the Sapphire Lance which has the built in Triangle Adept +/-20% which is in the A slot. Which means Aqua can inherit a distant counter from Hector.

Ninian can get the +/-20% from a 4 star Roy in her A slot while getting the distant counter from the dragon weapon.

Aqua has a +1 advantage in might if comparing Lightning Breath+ and Sapphire Lance+, in base stats, and lack of dragon effectiveness.

Strictly gameplay, Aqua has her beat.

Either can inherit skills.

And from my choice with Glacies (since both are water related, and has ties to Nimue/Ninianne, the lady of the lake), Aqua has 31 Res, Ninian 30 Res on +Res nature. So that is pretty much equal damage boost there.


Strictly asthetic-wise, Ninian beats her by:

Ninian has never been touched by self-insert avatar doujins.

Hime-cut hair.

Ruby red eyes.

Actually giving me a life.

First Summerween (one-shot)

Adding a needlessly fancy flourish to his final pen stroke, the young researcher finished the latest entry in his journal. A giddy excitement lightened his features as he proofread his work, an entry on a species of bioluminescent wildflowers that he caught migrating from clearing to clearing in the dead of night.

He spent last night following their bluish-green glow and observing the way in which the organisms interacted with each other. Fascinatingly, he found that the flowers’ roots behaved much like appendages when they upended themselves from the soil. A part of him still suspected a capacity for intelligent conversation within the precise way the flowers waltzed around each other, but he needed more time to observe before he could pull any assumptions. (Of course, the silly comparison that tickled his mind was of the dancing broomsticks in that old children’s cartoon about the mouse and the magician.) Overall it was an illuminating and magical experience, pun entirely intended. The discovery of this species was also exactly what he needed to keep his morale up and his curiosity burning.

Since arriving here in Gravity Falls two months ago, he hadn’t encountered enough mystery. Sure, there was that massive tree ent that utterly demolished his car on his first day in town- “Steve,” as he affectionately called him- but past that incident, the woods remained suspiciously silent. Day after day he trekked under the evergreens’ thick boughs and returned with not even a page of notes. He swore the forest was messing with him… flashing shadows on underbrush when his back was turned, all its creatures falling silent when he settled in a clearing to wait and observe. He almost wondered if- if whatever weird creatures that lived in the woods were studying him. Perhaps they were probing for weaknesses, or determining whether they found him to be a threat. Conducting their own research on humanity in parallel to his…

If there was one thing he knew for certain the forest was teeming with life, its heartbeat pulsing with a avid tempo. However, precisely when its denizens would accept his presence in their habitat and reveal themselves was knowledge he’d yet to glean.

Ford leaned close to his journal and blew over the pages, wanting the ink dry before he moved on to other business. Satisfied that it wouldn’t smudge, he gently closed the thick hardbound book and crossed into the kitchen. An orange  tinted glow filtered through the window blinds, bathing the room in the sunset’s calming ambiance.

He swung open the cupboard, a sudden craving for a hearty soup gnawing at his stomach. Hunger clawed at his innards with a ferocity he hadn’t experienced since that one week in college he lived off nothing but stale tortillas and canned beans. Had he really not eaten since last night’s dinner again? Stanford sighed, running a hand through the thick curls of hair behind his ear. Damn. That was a devilishly bad habit to start, one he’d better nip in the bud. He grabbed the first canned soup he saw and a small pot to cook it in. The young man had just turned on the stove when something knock against the exterior of his house.

Ford stiffened, and shut everything off. Did… did he really hear what he thought he heard?

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A Court of Spring and Stars pt. 5

Word Count:2612

Kieran

I jolt awake from the same dream as always, nearly falling back into my bed, when my gut tugs at me and I know that it wants me to go outside and open my wings in the night air; it pulls at me telling me to fly.

I groan as I quickly pull clothes over my naked body and leave my room.

The halls of the manor are weirder at night than in the day - creepier - with nothing on them and only those pastel paints it looks abandoned and haunted. I walk down the halls aware of every shadow, every noise.

When I reach the front door I step out, unfurl my wings, and take off.

The wind rushes into my face and I welcome it. Though it’s always spring here, I think we’re in a hot spring right now. It felt like a sauna in my room, I feel better now that the wind has released it’s chill on my face and in my hair, drying any of the sweat I accumulated in my sleep.

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bluelightningbug  asked:

About the Kallura hug scene: I also think Keith was sympathizing with Allura. It's kind of a silly comparison, but Keith reacts very differently to Lance's disdain for him than Allura's. Allura's hatred(?) for him genuinely bothers him, I think bc he understands where it comes from. He often uses anger as a cover for other emotions, but with Allura he can't, bc how can he when she's lost so much?

THIS IS A GREAT POINT, I DIDN’T THINK OF THAT.

Like, in other situations, Keith doesn’t seem to care if people don’t like him. He sort of shrugs it off, no big deal. He’s very independent anyway. But with Allura? Oh boy.

Keith knows Allura’s hatred is something she’s clinging to because of what the Galra have done. In fact, Allura’s world is rather black and white, at this point: To her, the Alteans are good, the Galra are bad, and that’s the only thing that makes sense to her anymore, after she’s lost her father and 10,000 years have slipped by. And Keith is so genuinely bothered because he knows this. He’s already so shaken up by the discovery concerning his bloodline, and now he has to lose Allura’s trust. And, like you said, he can’t just be mad at her to defend himself, because he can see how painful this is for her.

I don’t think this is a silly comparison at all! It shows SO MUCH about Keith’s nature and how he deals with conflict. Thank you so much for bringing this up!

I Can’t Save Her: Part 16

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Sexual Innuendo, Swearing  

Word Count: 1377

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: Christmas Part 2! <3. Just this one last little piece of fluff and then…….well… just enjoy the fluff, okay? I hope you all enjoy it! Tags are at the bottom!

I love your comments, messages, asks, likes, reblogs – all of it. <3

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Originally posted by sortedintohousestark

“There you are!” Tony shouted as we exited the elevator. “Did you have a nice walk of shame?” he added amusingly. All the others were turned around and staring at us from the common room. I could feel the heat rise and my face flush from embarrassment.

“Back in a minute!” I shouted as I grabbed Bucky’s hand and dragged him behind me down the hallway to my room.

“Um doll what are you…”

“Shhh… I want to give you your Christmas present,” I added hastily. I now understood why Bucky insisted on giving mine to me when it was just us – Tony had a way of mortifying me with the slightest of ease. I opened my door clumsily and pulled him in behind me before securing the door – I didn’t want Tony to bust in. My gift felt silly in comparison to his, but I regained my composure and handed him the package I had safely tucked the album away in. He sat on my bed with a look of amusement and began to tear off the wrapping paper. When he opened the box he ran his hand over the leather and his branded initials.

“It’s beautiful,” he responded.

“Well go ahead and open it…” I urged him. He looked at me mildly confused as he fished the album out of the box and opened it. His facial expression melted into a smile once he realized what his gift actually was. He looked up at me from the album with tears in his eyes. If it was possible to be both sad and happy at the same time – it seemed like he was doing it. “Flip to the last page,” I commanded. He did so and paused, touching the picture that was held on that page affectionately.

“I remember this night,” he said softly as he smiled at the page. “It was shortly after you arrived here… I had gotten back from a mission – a really rough one. All I wanted to do was lock myself in my room and you refused to let me. We stayed up all night talking until you fell asleep on the couch with your head on my shoulder,” he paused from his revelry for a moment and looked at me. “You know… that was the first night I knew there was something different about you… maybe it’s the first night I realized there was something different about me. It was the first time this place felt like home,” his voice cracked as he held his hand on the picture. Steve had taken it the following morning. We were both asleep on the couch – my head resting on Bucky’s shoulder and his head resting on top of mine. “What’s this?” he asked softly as he thumbed at an envelope that I had secured to the back of the last page.

I batted his hand away with a ‘don’t touch it now’ look on my face. “This is something special. You can’t open it now. If I’m ever gone and you need me – open this. Don’t do it before then!” I warned.

“Yes ma’am,” he said dutifully as he sat the album on the bed. “You know… this is the best gift that anyone has ever given me,” he added softly as he turned to me and inched his way closer. “This means…. Well it means so much…” he continued with a soft chuckle. “Thank you.” He kissed me softly as he tucked my hair behind my ear. I smiled as he pulled away. “What?” he asked with a grin.

“I don’t remember a time where I’ve ever felt this happy,” I replied.

“Me either,” he added and planted a kiss on my forehead.

Suddenly there was pounding on the other side of the door. “Didn’t you get it all out of your systems last night?! Keep your clothes on for a few hours! The rest of us are wanting to celebrate this thing called Christmas. Ever heard of it?” Tony’s voice rang out impatiently.

Bucky rolled his eyes and laughed. “Coming Stark.”  He smiled at me as he stood and offered me his hand which I accepted. We walked down the hallway to a roar of cheers.

Food and presents were covering just about every horizontal space in the room. Bucky and I made our plates before sitting snugly by the fireplace.

“So you’re that quick Barnes,” Tony feigned disappointment while shaking his head. I chuckled to myself as I ducked down to cover my blush.

Bucky scoffed and wrapped his free arm around me. “Not even close, Stark.”

Tony laughed and then began pestering Sam, who immediately rolled his eyes and sighed, “Not again,” under his breath.


As the day wore on we drank, ate, and opened presents. The most hilarious gifts were given by Tony and Sam – this year they had tried to one-up each other to hysterical proportions. Sam had given Steve giant footie pajamas with mini falcons on them – complete with wings and slippers that yelled out ‘kaw kaw motherfucker’ in Sam’s voice every time they touched the ground. While Tony had given Steve a parrot that he had trained to say outrageously sexual phrases every few minutes. As they were arguing on who had bought Steve the best gift I felt Bucky squeeze my hand. Slowly he scooted down on the floor and laid his head in my lap. I affectionately ran my fingers through his hair and he sighed with content before closing his eyes.

“Ahem – I’m sorry if we are disturbing you two,” Tony called from across the room. I looked up to see everyone staring at us. I blushed and laughed nervously.

“Everyone disturbs you, Stark,” Bucky groaned as he got to his feet. He leaned down and offered me his hand with a smile, “I think it’s about time for me to go to bed, but I would like to spend some time with Y/N if that’s okay, dad.” He shot a side eye in Tony’s direction with a sarcastic grin as he helped me to my feet.

“Oh by all means – spend some time together,” Tony replied. He emphasized the words time together with air quotes. We told everyone good night and made our way out of the common room. “Oh Y/N – I do need to talk to you about Collin Henry at some point,” Tony called after me.

“Collin Henry… who is he?” I asked as Bucky continued to drag me out of the room.

“Oh no one really… just the kid who you punched at the gala. We can discuss it later,” Tony added nonchalantly. Before I could get another word in we were walking down the hallway.

Bucky sighed as he laid on my bed and gathered me into his arms. “Listen doll – I have to leave out in a few hours,” he said sadly. I opened my mouth to protest, but he continued. “I’m sorry – I wanted us to be able to spend Christmas together. I should be back in a couple of days – definitely before the New Year,” he added. I couldn’t help but notice that he suddenly looked very weary.

“Will you not tell me?” I whispered as I sat up to look at him. He swallowed hard as he looked away. “I can tell something is bothering you. Every time you have to leave… you’re different…”

He set his jaw stubbornly. “Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want to talk about it? I can’t tell you,” he replied bitterly.

“Okay,” I whispered feeling defeated. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

“It will just be for a few days, doll. I promise. I’m sorry – I don’t mean to sound harsh,” he said softly. “Listen, I don’t want to argue. I just want to spend the rest of Christmas with you…” he added as he nuzzled his head into my neck. He wrapped his arms around me and brought my head to his chest. I wanted desperately to stay awake, but I found myself growing exhausted. Bucky sighed and whispered, “Merry Christmas, doll. I’m so glad I have you.” He began to hum “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” under his breath as I slowly drifted to sleep.


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I seen many having a good time laughing at Floyd Mayweather’s reading skills,however does bear in mind what Neely Fuller said which are four basic Black people need to stop doing in our community he calls it Show-Offisms

1 Showing Off, to each other, the things that white people have allowed them to obtain.

3 Showing-Off to each other their ability to belittle each other.

In Neely Fuller’s Book he puts it this way:

“This ‘show-offism’ serves no constructive purpose. It only helps non-white people to become more pitiful, primitive,stupid, and / or silly in comparison to the activities of the White Supremacists, and/ or in comparison to white people in general.” see page 41.

“Niggerized Fun- Anything said or done by non-white people under White Supremacy, that is for the purpose of  “showing off” to each other, mistreating each other, and or directly or indirectly “poking fun” at each others weaknesses and /or misfortunes.“ see page 290.

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Redoing dream things sooo you guys get to see the original 2013 version hurk vs 2016.

Asami Sato is Avatar’s Batman

I know this may sound a bit old to talk about but since I’m talking about it right now, lets begin shall we? 

Both Asami Sato & Bruce Wayne have lost both their parents 


Though Asami’s father became a vengeful anti-bender terrorist when his wife was murdered. 

But then redeemed himself by sacrificing his life for Asami’s safety.


Both own an extremely successful business empires, Future Industries and Wayne Enterprises.


Both are majestic, amazing and admirable hardworking people.


They both can scare the hell out people with their glare.


They both own extremely powerful and sleek vehicles.


They LITERALLY can take of themselves in almost… 

ANY combat situations.


And lastly, they have a very close and personal relationship with people with immense power and good morality. 


Though the only difference is that Asami and Korra became a loving couple while Batman and Superman are mostly bromance/best friends.


So any of you guys can rant or moan about how this is all a stupid fan’s depiction of two well respected fictional characters, hence I like to say that I don’t really give flying f*ck about it. This is just a personal comparison piece between Asami Sato and Batman, nothing more and nothing less. 

There is one last silly thing I want to show you lot before finishing all of this…

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Old white men is runnin’ this rap shit. Corporate force is runnin this rap shit.~Mos Def

Say a rhyme kill a nigga on a record, record label say is it’s hot, kill a cop that killed a nigga on a record, same label say is not.~Wise Intelligent 

Just what the record label ordered more Niggerized Fun,to distract the people.This installment is with Game(you know the one who recently had love fest with LA police) and Meek Mill. You may ask what is Niggerized Fun? 

In Neely Fuller’s Book he puts it this way: 

“Niggerized Fun- Anything said or done by non-white people under White Supremacy, that is for the purpose of “showing off” to each other, mistreating each other, and or directly or indirectly “poking fun” at each others weaknesses and /or misfortunes.“ see page 290.

In a time when rappers should writing raps to uplift the people or writing songs to galvanize revolutionary change, what we get stuck with is what Neely Fuller called `show-offism`.

In Neely Fuller’s Book he puts it this way: “This ‘show-offism’ serves no constructive purpose. It only helps non-white people to become more pitiful, primitive,stupid, and / or silly in comparison to the activities of the White Supremacists, and/ or in comparison to white people in general.” see page 41.

Read his words again: It serves no constructive purpose!!! It only helps non-white people to become more pitiful, primitive,stupid, and / or silly in comparison to the activities of the White Supremacists.

So instead of something productive to help our community out, the record label unleashes its Negro clones to show-off to each other their ability to belittle each other. A damn shame really but it’s all by design. 

jellal-okaku25  asked:

Dean coming out to Cas and Sam as bi, with hints of Destiel?

Wow, this turned out a lot longer than I thought. I’m so sorry this is late, but here you go, hon! I hope you enjoy it!

Note: I tried, but couldn’t write a scene I was happy with for Dean coming out to Cas, so I stuck with him coming out to Sam. Sorry about that! Hope you like it!


When Dean thought about coming out as bisexual, there were multiple scenarios that came to mind.

At first, they manifested as a coiling burn of the most horrifying dread in his gut. They were echoes of John’s voice bellowing wordless obscenities at him, of his father’s hands gripping his wrists and clawing his blunt nails deep into the tender flesh of Dean’s forearms, of John’s steel-toed boots that were still caked with dried mud and blood becoming christened with Dean’s as they dug into his abdomen. They were sinking thoughts of what his mother would think, of those smiling blue eyes that were frozen in pictures filling with raw disappointment and shame for the son she had.

They were clear visions of Sammy, his gleaming hazel eyes and innocent expression flooded over with bewildered confusion and eventual hate, cowering away from Dean’s embraces and shifting his gaze to avoid his older brother. Sam calling him a freak, an abomination, pushing him away and distancing himself.

That, out of anything his mind could throw at him, was what Dean was scared of the most.

As time went on, their father died, they discovered their destinies and defied them, they encountered new allies and foes alike, they came face to face with demons and the Devil and angels and literal Death and the Darkness and God

And Castiel.

When Castiel arrived in his life, when the angel really planted himself as a permanent presence in his life, Dean was terrified. Breathtaking, heart-stopping, knees buckling, blood-running-through-flashes-of-hot-and-cold terrified.

Because Dean found himself melting underneath the scorching fires of blue, his own eyes tracing the fine lines of Castiel’s jaw and cheekbones and flitting to stare at chapped, pink lips. Because waves of electric synapses shivered through Dean’s nerves from Castiel’s voice, low and rough with crackling power that just enraptured Dean.

Because Dean fell for the angel that fell for him, and he didn’t know what to do.

When Dean first discovered his feelings toward Castiel, he immediately recoiled with disgust toward himself; Castiel was an angel of the Lord, the son of freaking God himself, and that should be enough for a direct one-way ticket to Hell, right? Because it wasn’t enough that Dean was attracted to men, but to be attracted to a non-human species on top of that?

He repressed everything he felt toward Castiel down, and that’s what he believed.

At first.

Over the years, Dean slowly and gradually allowed himself to actually see what was in front of him.

Sam loved him. Sam practically worshiped him growing up, and Sam adored him. That was pure fact that Dean had known since childhood. Dean finally came to terms with that fact’s clause which clearly stated Sam would love him no matter what.

Sam’s range of acceptance was astounding in an otherworldly sense; Dean hadn’t realized it before, or hadn’t truly allowed himself to, but his little brother was so much more open-minded and embracing of other people than Dean had given him credit for. The kid had a freaking heart of gold and diamond and all the other great things of the world, and Sam would take Dean for who he was and love him no matter what.

And Cas.

Rather than disappearing like he had fought so hard for, his feelings toward Castiel only grew. Surged up. They swelled and they twisted around his heart and squeezed tightly until Dean couldn’t breathe, the weight alleviating only when Castiel’s eyes met his.

He and Castiel had been through so much together, literally going through Hell and back as commencement to their friendship. Dean had become a damn demon, bonded to Darkness and morphed into a figure that angels were supposed to despise, and Castiel still stuck around, still saved him.

He had to believe that Castiel loved him too, even if it wasn’t the way Dean wanted him to.

So finally, finally, Dean began to believe that Sam and Castiel would still love him if (when?) he came out to them. And Dean desperately wanted to tell them. It just never seemed like the right time.

So when it did happen…

Well. It didn’t happen in the way Dean expected it to happen.

No drama, no shocked silences, no angry yelling, no judgement. There wasn’t even any tears. Not that Dean wanted tears, anyway.

In retrospect, what had actually occurred was so painfully silly in comparison to what Dean had expected.

It was a slow day, no pending cases nor ones eligible for their line of work. It was nice and quiet for once, and Sam and Dean were enjoying their rare downtime by relaxing in the Bunker. Castiel had shown up sometime in the middle of the day and Dean was quick to invite him to settle in for a beer, the pair of them sitting down at the table in the middle of the war room.

Sam was sequestered in one of the armchairs near the wall, typing away at his laptop. Dean just let himself ease into the calming atmosphere, swirling his beer bottle in front of him as he watched Castiel absently, humming amusedly when Castiel’s lips pursed at the bitter taste of his drink.

There was a sharp inhale by where Sam was.

Brows furrowing curiously, Dean turned to face his brother, and his heart dropped.

Sam’s eyes were stretched open wide in revelation, his gaping stare flickering between both Dean and Cas. Suddenly, Sam lurched forward in his seat, mouth slack in open comprehension as he struggled to form audible words, his laptop teetering dangerously on his thighs, pointing wildly at both him and Castiel.

Dean knew exactly what his brother was trying to say, and he jumped out of his seat and marched over to his brother in a panic.

“Not here, not here, not here,” he hissed, placing the laptop down on the seat of a separate armchair before hauling Sam up.

“You—! Oh my—“ Sam squawked, still pointing over toward Castiel as Dean shoved his shoulder into Sam’s chest, pushing him hurriedly toward the door.

Not here!” Dean snapped before glancing quickly over his shoulder toward Castiel, who was hovering uncertainly over his seat. “Stay there, Cas! We’ll be back!”

“Um, okay,” came the perplexed reply from behind him as Dean shoved his brother out of the door and down the hall, away from Castiel’s hearing range.

“Keep quiet,” Dean growled as Sam opened his mouth once more, choking off any word that threatened to escape Sam’s throat. “In here.” Clasping his hand around Sam’s shoulder, he whirled his brother around and pushed him into his bedroom. He quickly followed after Sam’s stumble, closing the door behind them both. Dean clenched his jaw as Sam whipped back around, his eyes just as wide and his mouth still slack as he raised his finger to point again.

“You like him!” Sam hissed, his eyes gleaming with glee and looking as though all of the answers of the universe were suddenly presented to him. “You like him!”

Dean thought about denying it. He actually opened his mouth to, but the words went dry in his throat, and he couldn’t. Dean couldn’t deny it. Not when it was presented so blatantly to him, and not when it was to Sam.

He just couldn’t.

Huffing out a long and resigned sigh, Dean ducked his head and rubbed the nape of his neck. From the other side of the room, he could hear a sharp exhale echo throughout the room.

“Whoa, you actually like him,” Sam breathed. “Wow.”

Dean furrowed his brows and glanced up at the other man.

Wow?” Dean repeated, a nervous yet hard edge to his voice.

Sam raised his hands defensively. “Dean, I’m not judging or anything here, I promise,” he said gently. “I just… I just wanted to know what took you so long to tell me. That’s all.”

Dean’s heart throbbed in his chest. “So… you knew?”

“No,” Sam shook his head. “Not about Cas, and not about… Well, that you liked guys too. What took you so long to tell me?”

Dean swallowed, pursing his lips together uncomfortably. “I-I don’t know, Sam. I mean, I guess I just…”

“… Yeah?”

Dean’s eyes fluttered shut and his shoulders dropped with another sigh. “I just wasn’t ready, okay? Not at first. But I did want to tell you.”

Sam nodded and the corners of his mouth lifted into a tiny smile. “Okay. Dean, it’s okay. I’m not… I’m not treating you any different, I’d never do that. You’re my brother.”

The last phrase alone was enough to melt away any lingering tension off of Dean’s shoulders, the hunter’s eyes pinching together in a hard blink to ward off the burn. Within his chest, Dean’s heart inflated and grew hot with overwhelming gratitude and he cleared his throat, reopening his eyes.

“Thanks, Sammy,” he ground out roughly.

Okay, he couldn’t stop the thin film of tears that formed in his eyes. So sue him.

Sam, thankfully, did not bring this up or draw any attention to it. Rather, the younger man’s smile widened and he nodded before bringing up another point.

“So… you gonna tell Cas?”

Dean scoffed lightly and shook his head. “About my being bi or about me liking him?”

“Both?” Sam shrugged.

“I wouldn’t even know how to tell him,” Dean replied honestly. “I don’t even know if he likes guys. He’s technically not even a guy, he’s just in a male vessel and that’s – oh crap, I never thought about that! He’s using some guy as a vessel and – “

“Okay, okay, okay, first of all, calm down,” Sam placated, stepping forward to place grounding hands to each of Dean’s shoulders, giving the frantic man a small jerk. “Jimmy’s soul isn’t inside of his body anymore. Cas said himself that Jimmy’s in Heaven. So Cas is actually Cas now… If that makes any sense. Second of all, it’s like you said; Cas is technically genderless. Something tells me tells me that his point of view about this whole thing will remain utterly neutral.”

Sam’s hands slipped up to firmly cup Dean’s jaw when the older hunter look doubtful.

“I’m disregarding your whole ‘no chick-flick moments’ crap to tell you that Cas cares about you, and if you let him, I’m sure he’ll like you the way you want him to,” Sam assured. Slipping his hands from Dean’s face, Sam stepped back and shrugged. “And who knows? He probably already does.”

Struck dumb, Dean could only stand there and blink at his brother.

“… You could be a shrink. Why did you settle for being a lawyer?”

Sam chuckled. “Jerk.”

Dean smirked, allowing the familiarity of the banter to bring him back to Earth. “Bitch.”

Sam grinned. Dean huffed and nodded, pressing his lips together in a tight line. Gone was the dread and the terror swirling in his gut since he had first suspected he was bisexual, replaced by a surge of fresh fondness for his little brother and newfound hope for telling Castiel.

“Sammy,” Dean started, shifting his weight anxiously between his feet, the jittery feeling coming back in light of the request he was about to give. “You mind, uh, stepping out for a while?”

Dean caught the honest smile on Sam’s face before his brother smirked mischievously.

“A while, or for the night?”

“You’re such an ass,” Dean snickered, cupping a hand over his eyes as his face flushed. Sam laughed heartily for a moment.

“Fine, I’ll step out,” Sam readily agreed once he was able to speak clearly again.

Dean dropped his hand from his face, and his expression softened into a genuine smile toward his brother.

“Thank you,” Dean whispered.

Sam smiled in turn. “Yeah, no problem.”

They both knew Dean wasn’t just talking about Sam leaving for the moment.

Dean sighed and turned towards the door. Armed with the open support of his brother, the indirect support from Castiel, and the hope for something good in his life for the first time in a long time, Dean walked back toward the war room. Back to Castiel.