A few hours later, Dean wandered into the living room to find the television on but muted. The room was quiet… too quiet.
Stepping around the couch, Dean found his brother stretched out on the couch. You were laying on his chest, kept tightly in place by Sam’s arms. The two of you were sound asleep, breathing in sync.
Dean couldn’t help but smile to himself as he settled into the easy chair next to the couch. But as cute as it was, he couldn’t help but feel a small sense of dread.
What would happen if they never found a cure for you? What if you were stuck in that tiny body for the rest of your life? Cas had said you wouldn’t grow or change… would they ever be able to teach you how to talk? That could maybe help… but then again, it would be incredibly weird to hear a baby speaking in full sentences (and probably swearing).
Dean was also worried about his brother. He knew Sam loved you, and he was proud of how much his brother had grown to adapt to this new role. But if you never came back… would Sam ever be able to move on? And how would you react if Sam did move on?
Dean ended up taking you to a small ice cream parlor. He ordered himself a dish of apple pie-flavored ice cream and a small dish of chocolate for you. A worker happily pulled a high chair over to a table for Dean.
“All right,” Dean said, sitting next to you. “Now… don’t tell Sam, but I’ve got an ulterior motive for bringing you out today.”
“I want you to be my wing-woman.”
Your brow furrowed, your lips pursed. Dean held a spoonful of ice cream up to you. After a moment, you swallowed it down.
“Come on, Y/N. You used to help me out all the time. And women love babies.”
You blew a raspberry at Dean, indicating that you didn’t think highly of this plan.
“Don’t give me that. You know it makes the ovaries explode to see a handsome hunk of a man taking care of a tiny little baby.”
You scowled at him.
“Oh, here comes a hottie.” Dean scooped up some more of your ice cream, holding the spoon out to you. “Come on, Y/N.”
You wanted to be mad, but you liked chocolate too much. You opened your mouth and let Dean slip the spoon in, just as the ‘hottie’ stepped up.
“Oh, my gosh, she is just the cutest!” the girl cooed, her voice syrupy sweet.
“Well, thank you,” Dean said, smiling a thousand-watt smile up at the stranger. “I wish I could take credit, but she’s just my niece.”
You rolled your eyes before reaching out, trying to grab the spoon. If Dean was going to focus on this bimbo, you might as well enjoy your ice cream.
“Easy, Y/N,” Dean said, his voice taking on its own syrupy quality. “You don’t want to make a mess.”
You blew another raspberry, causing a peal of delighted laughter from the strange woman (why was she still here?).
“Do you want to join us?” Dean asked, pushing the spoon into your mouth before you could squawk in protest.
“I would love to!” The girl stepped over to the counter, giving Dean a small wave.
You glared at Dean. No amount of chocolate would make you like this.
“If you’re ready to wake up, you’re going to wake up; and if you’re not ready you’re going to stay pretending you’re just a poor little me. And since you’re all here, and engaged in this sort of enquiry, and listening to this sort of lecture, I assume you’re all on the process of waking up…” ~ Alan Watts
Into the Void l-Vl | Oil on wood | 25x25cm⠀
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To perceive that form reveals the void, and to see that the void reveals form, is the secret for the overcoming of death.⠀
-Alan Watts ⠀
The void yields up nothing. You have to be a great poet to make it ring.⠀
- Jules Renard⠀
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I don’t say that you shouldn’t lay down the law to children if you want them to play the social game. But if you lay down the law to your children you MUST make provision later in life for them to be liberated—to go through a process of curing them from the bad effects of education. But you can’t do that unless you too grow up.
Watts, banging on the door of the bathroom:
TYRIAN! You've been in there for over an hour! I know you're done showering; I heard the water stop running forty minutes ago! What are you doing in there? I require use of the facilities!
Tyrian, coming out of the bathroom:
Tail maintenance is delicate business, my friend.
*shows off shiny tail*
*picks up his mustache wax and notices the jar is empty*