-Rowlet becomes a ghost? Cool!
-Litten’s fire dark. Game Freak, you clever bastards.
-No type surprises with my boy Popplio, but that name is perfect. PRIMARINA!
-I need that Tapu Z-move. Just…I’m in awe.
-RED AND BLUE ALL GROWN UP O M G
You sat with Gabriel in a five star restaurant you grab your glass of champagne and you begin to sip it, you had finished your food and you were now waiting for desert as Gabriel had pretty much ordered the whole menu. “You know all I wanted was a frickin slice of cake and you have to go and order everything.” You say and he smiles the biggest cheekiest smile and you slowly run your foot up his leg. “How about we make a bet? Have some fun.” I announce and he shakes my foot off his leg, he leans closer. “What sort of bet sweetheart?” He inquires “I bet that we can make the boys feel extremely awkward. Whoever wins get to choose what the loser has to do for a day.” You say and Gabe’s eyes light up he smiles and nods. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• It had been six days now since the bet started, you were staying with the boys in the bunker and Gabe liked to pop into Sam, Dean and Castiel rooms when they had girls over, when they were showering and even when they were browsing porn on the internet. Your plan was working even better though they just got annoyed by Gabriel but you would just kiss Gabe at random and inappropriate times, such as dinner. To make things worse you would take Gabe to your room and have sex but make it extremely obvious, or leave the door open and once you even purposely was really loud. You watched as the chaos unfolded, Dean stormed through the bunker a towel hung low on his hips and Gabriel followed laughing like a freak. “You Bastard again. GET THE BLOODY ROOM RIGHT .”He shouts at your angel. “Gabe, come on this is getting old.” You say walking over to the boys as Dean looks like he is gonna stab him with an angel blade. You sander towards them and you grab Gabe in your hands kissing him passionately you jump up wrapping your legs tightly around his waist you trail kisses down his neck and you begin to suck by his collar bone. “Mmm Gabe.” You moan loudly as he places his hand on your butt. Sam and Cas enter the room and sigh out a deep breath. “FUCKING HELL GUYS WILL YOU GET OFF EACH OTHER, THIS USED TO BE OKAY AND SOMETIMES SLIGHTLY HOT BUT NOW IT IS FREAKING AWKWARD.” Dean shouted and you jumped down of Gabriel as you began to dance a small victory dance. “I WON THE BET.” You sing out as everyone looks confused. “NOW YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT EVER I SAY FOR A DAY BITCH!”
“Y/n please, just open the door” he keeps on begging but you only open it so you can throw him with a pile of his clothes, slamming it in his face once you’re done as you go in to fetch another batch.
“Y/N!” he bangs onto the door but you blatantly ignore him as you come back with another stack which you throw him with, almost hitting him square in the face with one of his sneakers. Just about to slam the door closed again but he pushes it back, keeping it open.
“NO!” you try pushing back with a stronger force but Taehyung eventually overpowered you “GET OUT!” you scream, the sight of him alone causing your heart to break from all over “Get out…” you repeat in a softer tone as you begin to cry, covering your eyes so he doesn’t have to witness your breakdown before him.
OMG FUCKING HIMCHAN I WANT TO DEVOUR YOU OK OMG YOUR FACE I WANT TO LICK IT AND HIT IT AT THE SAME TIME PLS HAVE MY BBYS OMG I LOVE YOU Y R U SO ATTRACTIVE DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME OMG I HATE YOU SO MUCH OMG SORRY BBY I LOVE YOU OK AND YOUR FUCKING HAIR WHAT IS UP WITH THAY Y R U SO SEXUAL PLZ DONT HIMCHAN NO I CANT WITH YOUR EXISTENCE Y WOULD U EVEN DO THAT I DONT WANT THAT FREAKING COMEBACK GO AND HAVE GAY SEX WITH YONGGUK AND LEAVE ME ALONE OK
“You damn, freaking bastard! Oh, what have I done?” Olalla roared and screamed. She was hitting the wall with her fist, crying and face red in anger and sorrow. Santiago was dead and she had murdered him. How could she have done this?
And yet another coda to 12x01 (there is never enough of them, I guess).
“You’ve introduced me with a full name.”
Dean blinked, then pressed his lips tight, then opened his mouth again as if he was about to start speaking. But no sound followed, so Castiel went on.
“I can’t remember last time that happened. Perhaps, it’s some bad memory trick, but I’m positively sure you haven’t referenced my name like that for a long time, Dean.”
Dean frowned, his glance rushed desperately to Castiel and started its way around, only pausing a short while on his face without meeting the eyes. Uneasiness in Dean’s whole body was almost feasible, with the way his back was stiffened and fists clenched. He felt uncertain and awkward—both were very rare things about him—and under any other circumstances it would have made him furious in less than a minute. But now he was surprisingly silent.
“You’ve also mentioned my wings—“ in spite of himself, Castiel cut off for a second, “—and harp which I obviously never owned. Presumably that was to complement the canonical image of an angel portrayed in a human culture. Although there is an outstanding variety of paintings and sculptures created over the last millennia, the key features remain the same. Recognizable but not very accurate.”
Dean shifted and made a slight movement ahead. There was just a short distance between them, they were standing so close that Dean’s outstretched arm could easily touch Castiel. Yet it didn’t, it kept hanging loose on the side in a falsely relaxed position.
“Let me finish, please.” Dean’s shoulders dropped helplessly, and Castiel felt a sudden urge to grip them tight as he already had done once. More than once. “What I was saying is this introduction of me that you’ve made to your mother was— “
“I know,” Dean interrupted, “I know, yeah, it was kinda stupid and that’s not what I really meant to say, and— “
“No, Dean, it wasn’t. Not with the capital ‘A’.”
Dean startled and looked up, squinting, small wrinkles running apart from the corners of his eyes.
“What’s wrong with the capital ‘A’?”
“Nothing. Absolutely and definitely nothing is wrong.” Dean was still gazing at him, so Castiel added with a little smile, “It was the most honorable and flattering introduction I’ve ever experienced. The way you’ve put it, mentioning the capital letter to describe my entity … sounded like something special. It was much more than I could have expected.”
Dean’s expression changed in no time. Overwhelmed with relief and joy and probably even something else that Castiel couldn’t immediately recognize, Dean was literally shining. He eagerly smiled back.
“’Cause it’s you, Cas,” he said, “’cause you are very special. To me, you are … You can’t imagine how special you are. You always have been.” There was another smile then, more of a usual Dean’s smile—a bit crooked, with just a corner of his mouth—fading to a grin, “By the way you’d started, I thought I pissed you off.”
Dean shot him a quick glance. “You know? So you’ve … Dammit, Cas, you’ve been mocking at me?”
Castiel nodded. “A little.”
“Oh you feathery asshole, you freaking bastard, you …” Dean didn’t make it to the end of the list as he started laughing. His face turned red, and tears were running down his freckled cheeks. After the last few bursts of laughter ceased, he took a deep breath and opened his arms. “That,” he declared, “deserves a really good hug. Come here.”
Castiel obeyed without a word. Hugs were way too serious to be mocking at them.
And neither was he going to waste any time out of his well-deserved hug.