The Right Hand of God

I am the firstborn, the Archangel Michael. I am the Patron Saint of Police, of Military, of Firefighters and Paramedics. It's time for a few changes around here. Season 14 Compliant

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“I can’t believe we had to leave The Hatchet Man in the morgue...”

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Send ‘ϟ’ for my muse’s reaction to yours subtly (or not so subtly) groping them from behind

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dextramanudei‌:

“It takes time, and patience, and is deeply unpleasant for the demon. It’s a one at a time process, Seth. It can be done.”

“Pain and I are old friends. What’s the cure?”

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“A human purifies human blood, injecting it eight times over eight hours into your neck as you’re bound in a devil’s trap on consecrated ground. After the eighth hour, a final exorcism. It turned my vessel back to human once upon a time.”

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PANTHRO

‘mongoloid Tribble in a robotic exoskeleton built by Tony Stark's inbred third cousin.’ Dude, not cool.

Dude, slow your nerd roll.

Death by Thundercat, huh.

Dean, your Send Noods socks are killing me.

You would marathon horror movies, wouldn’t you?

Like a dolphin’s belly... your wincest is showing, Dean.

Oh look, Dean is an introvert! Or at the very least uncomfortable with strangers. I’m still saying introvert.

RED HOOD

Dean, your nerd is showing. Man I miss Charlie right now.

That satisfied little smirk tho, Sam. Sneaky bitch.

Dean, you don’t have enough money to purchase Hatchet Man. 

Vintage hot wheels and drinking out of an iron man mug. My precious nerd baby

Stuart is an asshole.

Casual hiding in the Impala. -snort-

Can we never see that jacket again, Dean?

HOLY SHIT CHAINSAW

Aww Sam, it’s okay. We get it. Don’t insult yourself

True nerd discussion right there, Dean. Bless.

carbon monoxide detector, really?

More nerd trivia! Brain splatter from saltwater taffy.

Damn, that’s a hardcore lock, I weep for the lockpick tools

I’ll just shatter thi- oh it’s unlocked.

Good attempt at bravery, Dirk

-sings- Security~ Sippin’ on a juice box!

‘Where did you learn how to do this?’ ‘I had a messed up childhood.’ No shit.

BOOM! Cool.

Almost choked to death by a serial killer, go Dean.

The heart to heart was going so well until the matching outfits

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yeah, dean, he doesn’t have to because he already knows you’re not.

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[dextramanudei-blog]

thepocketqueer‌:

“Well, I’m sure I could come up with some kind of a distraction for you there.  First thing’s first, let’s go lie down.”  Shane smiled, getting up carefully and holding his hand out to Dean to take.  “I have a single room.  We can go lie down in my bed.”

Dean slipped his hand into Shane’s in a way he so rarely did when there was a chance of anyone seeing. He wasn’t ashamed of Shane, more ashamed of himself, because the voice in the back of his head sounded more like John than himself.

He followed him to one of the rooms, thanfully in a hall nowhere close to where his own room was along with Sam’s or any of their other family.

“You’re a good distraction, I’m just glad Michael didn’t get hold of you.”

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allurfavesrtrans‌:

Ben wasn’t gonna argue with his father about this when it wasn’t entirely useful to do so.  So, he let it go - and just tugged on Dean’s hand a little bit.  ‘I can offer a distraction?  I built my own motorcycle.  It’s in the garage, wanna take a look at it with me?  I need to tune Duchess up, anyway.’’

“You built your own motorcycle?” he questioned, definitely distracted from his own brain right then.

Damn, Ben really was his kid.

“Hell yes, I wanna see. Duchess, huh? She must be a classy lady,” he grinned, already heading towards the garage. He needed to not be in the main bunker anyway. Not after everything.

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dextramanudei‌:

He squeezed Ben’s hand, smiling thinly.

“No one wants to admit the father of their kid is a drifter who was on the FBI’s most wanted, Ben. I get it. Reputation matters.”

“I can’t just sit down. Feel like I’ll go out of my mind if I’m not movin’.”

“Somehow I doubt my mother, who had a child when she was young and very much out of wedlock, gives a single solitary fuck about reputation.”  Ben said gently.  “But that’s neither here nor there.  What can I do to help you?”

He just wanted Dean to be as okay as he was gonna get.  If it meant pacing, then so be it.

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“Ben. She’s a yoga teacher. Reputation matters.”

“Honestly, I ain’t sure what’s gonna help, because nothing has so far.”

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thepocketqueer‌:

He shifted so he was facing Dean a bit more and carded a hand through the man’s hair gently.  “Hence why I suggested we lie down together instead of try and sleep.’  Shane murmured with a soft laugh.

A tattooed arm curled around Dean and he kissed his boyfriend’s hair gently.  ‘I don’t doubt it.  What do you need me to do, babe?”  He asked softly, giving Dean a little neck massage as he carded his fingers through his hair.

Dean melted a little into the touch and just... existed for a moment. Something that was preciously rare and so often never happened at all.

“Could do with layin’ down, and just... not havin’ to think would be a start. I can’t turn my brain off, and not even the whiskey is takin’ the edge.”

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dextramanudei‌:

“Something you wanna say? Spit it out.”

“You are Dean Winchester. I have…heard about you.”

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“Well, I’ve got no idea who you are.”

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allurfavesrtrans‌:

“I’m an adult now, Dean.  I think I get t’decide if I wanna soothe my own father or not.”  He teased gently, keeping his hand in Dean’s as he spoke.  “I know what she said.  You think I didn’t wonder either - that I didn’t ask?  I was old enough t’do math.  She wasn’t ready for either of us to know and that sucks but…there’s not much either of us can do about that.  Ain’t anybody’s fault.”

Ben tugged on his father’s hand.  “Sit down?  Please?”

He squeezed Ben’s hand, smiling thinly.

“No one wants to admit the father of their kid is a drifter who was on the FBI’s most wanted, Ben. I get it. Reputation matters.”

“I can’t just sit down. Feel like I’ll go out of my mind if I’m not movin’.”

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thepocketqueer‌:

“Hey there.”  He smiled gently, making sure it was clear there were no hard feelings.  “I bet.  I know what it’s like to have your self control hi-jacked by someone else.  I’ll admit it’s a little different when it’s an archangel but…it’s still not easy.”

Shane scooted himself close to Dean in his chair, a patient and understanding smile forming.  “Why don’t we go lie down in my bunk, Dean?  Don’t gotta sleep but yknow you could do with some rest.”

“I can sleep when I’m permanently dead. Seriously, my perfect heaven is a California King bed.”

He sighed, leaning in towards Shane for a brief moment, forehead pressing to his shoulder.

“Guy once said being ridden by an angel was like being strapped to a comet. Archangels are like being dipped in lava.”

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allurfavesrtrans‌:

“I will hardly excuse your father’s actions, little one - but I can explain them.”  Amara said gently.  “Your father and I had nothing in the way of parents.  I do not think he knew the first thing about parenting.  Truth be told - neither did I and yet I raised him as best I could.  It excuses nothing - but I have found explanations can soothe certain pains a little.”

She kissed Michael’s forehead fondly.  “You are my family.  I will never fully leave you, though I may need to take a few earth days to myself here and there.  Your father’s creations can be quite…loud.”

“Earth days mean little, as long as you are not gone one Cage day. The time stretched impossibly, short and long, eons in seconds and seconds in eons...”

Michael paused, glancing towards the heavy wooden door that lead to the rest of heaven.

“They are very loud, and very... resilient, like insects but with vocal folds.”

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allurfavesrtrans‌:

“Hey.”  Ben caught his dad’s hand as he paced.  “Breathe.  It’s okay.”  The young man coaxed, trying to help where he could.  His father had been through a lot and it wasn’t an easy situation for the guy.  Finding this out wasn’t going to make it easier, naturally - but Ben could try to soothe where he could. 

“C’mon, Ben, last thing you should be doing is tryin’ to soothe me. S’posed to be the other way around. I know that much about parenting at least. I’m breathin’, I just... your mom said you weren’t mine, and I was prepared to accept that.”

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thepocketqueer‌:

“You this grumpy with everyone, handsome?  I mean…that’d be pretty fair.”  Dean had been through a lot, grumpiness was to be expected.  Shane sat down next to his boyfriend and patted his cheek fondly.  “Only thing I got t’say, Dean - is I’m glad you’re back.”

“Shane...” he started, then stopped. He really didn’t have a defense. He’d been pretty awful to most everyone that mattered to him today. Why stop at his boyfriend?

“I hope I’m back. It still feels like I’m drowning under it all.”