Driver Picks The Music, Shotgun Shuts His Cakehole

Indie semi-selective RP blog for Dean Winchester, eldest son of John and Mary Winchester, older brother of Sam Winchester and Adam Milligan, hunter, mechanic and one of Heaven's favourite kicking posts. Face claim: Jensen Ackles. OOC tag: outofbullets. Mun and muse are both of age. Time zone: Mun lives in UK so will be running on GMT/GMT+1 (British Summer Time). Please read the RP Rules & Info page if you want to interact! Mun is VERY behind on the show (mid-season 7) so will likely not do anything linked to canon beyond that point until I'm caught up. Muse is officially canon divergent post-season 6. NO Wincest/Destiel please!

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🧑‍🤝‍🧑🧑‍🤝‍🧑how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it? 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? 💸have they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex? 🍆how do they feel about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use them with partners? 🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option? 🫂how do they feel about friends with benefits? 🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant? 🏳️‍🌈what’s their sexual orientation? have they ever experimented outside of that [for more binary orientations such as heterosexual/homosexual]? 👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? ↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch? 🛏️what’s their favorite position? 🔢what’s their body count? 🕒what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count] 👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? 🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? 🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual? ❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone? 💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? 💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction? 🫶what does after care look like for them?

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supernaturaldaily​:

3x06 “Red Sky at the Morning” | Supernatural

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Muse speaks about the mun (part 2)

Send a number for the muse(s) to talk about their mun

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Does the mun give out personal info? Like birthdate, first name, age, gender, etc?  

Does the mun have any learning disabilities? 

What irritates the mun? 

Does the mun have self-esteem issues? If, so has this caused any problems? 

Is the mun easily nervous? If so, why?

Does the mun have a habit that’s annoying? 

Does the muse think the mun is intimidating to approach?

Is the mun easy to talk too?  

What’s the mun’s favorite thing to drink? 

What food does the mun like to eat?

What do they like to use for communicating, IMs or Discord? 

Does the mun like talking to people? Or are they shy? 

Does the mun believe in the supernatural/paranormal? 

What’s the weirdest thing the mun has said? 

If the mun could choose one person to yet, who would it be? 

Has the mun ever pulled an all-nighter before? 

Would the mun make a call-out post if they have too? 

Does the muse like how the mun writes?

What song does the mun think fixes them and what does the muse think? What song does the muse think fits the mun and why?

Does the mun what to learn a different language? 

If the mun could move to a different country would they and why?

Does the mun like to play games? 

Has the mun told anyone about the muse(s) birthday? Well, the mun tell anyone?

Does the mun evens or odds?

What makes the mun happy? 

Does the mun have any secrets? 

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alwaysaweapon​:

As he made the pizza order, Dean dove into the research. It was only seconds after he finished the call when his brother spoke. Sam’s brows lifted in surprise. “A coven?” That wouldn’t be a good situation, as witches were powerful enough on their own. “What makes you think that?” Because clearly Sam had missed something. Which, wasn’t exactly a surprise lately. 

“Just too much going on to be one witch, especially given how recent it started,” Dean said, shaking his head. “Only had crap happening the last six months, right? And, well, more than one person seems to be reaping the benefits. Remember that coven where we first ran across Ruby?”

Not that he ever liked bringing the demon up, especially around Sam, but that was the vibe he was getting here.

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faiththesinfulslayer​:

“Did we bring the entire house?!” Faith gripes on her fourth trip from the Impala. She drops the the last few items - Baby gates to keep curious toddlers out of dangerous places, another bag with god knows what in it, and another with special blankies that little people wouldn’t be able to sleep without. It may be cooler by the lake, but not that much! Sweat ran down the back of her neck prompting Faith to dig out a hair tie and pull it up before dragging one of the two coolers into the well appointed kitchen to start putting the food away.

“I hope all the ice didn’t melt,” she complains out loud, swearing when she noticed some soggy sandwiches. Tossing her hands up, Faith shakes her head, and digs out a beer instead from the second cooler. She hops up on the work top and pops the cap with a quick twist of her wrist, letting it fall to the floor with a metallic clatter. It had been worth the trouble. The place was magnificent and there was no way in hell anyone could be bored here. Even if it rained, she could see the television from here and it was the size of small movie screen!

Suddenly remembering Dean’s situation, Faith chugs another long swallow and hops down, calling out to him.

“Did you find a place to change them?!” Pausing, she listens to find out if Dean was left wandering the house with a poopy kid, or not. So far, she hadn’t heard the pitter-patter of escaping feet followed by Dean’s much heavier footfall, so Faith decided to take that as a good sign and go back to sorting out the food situation.

Of course, any relative calm was an illusion. Faith stopped, reaching out with her Slayer senses to try and find Cas when Chance came tearing in through the kitchen, barking excitedly and disappearing from sight!

“What the… CHANCE! What are…” She’s cut off as the big dog comes bounding back, in pursuit of a DUCK he managed to chase into the house! A laugh bubbles up, building into great big belly laughs and even though Faith knew she should try to stop her dog as the duck was clearly not interested in playing with his newfound furry friend.

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Hazel hadn’t taken too long to sort out - kid was out of diapers at this point and just needed a little help - which left Sam, Jody and Bobby free to help unload while the little girl very seriously got her part of the bedroom she was sharing with Daaddy and Baby Sunny in order.

Dean, meanwhile, had needed to spend longer than he’d hoped dealing with the twin terrors - and by the time he’d finally managed to get them both dressed and settled again, Cas had showed up behind him and nearly given him a heart attack. Just as well for them all that he hadn’t been holding one of the kids at the time.

The twins were getting pretty fidgety by the time Dean finished venting his opinion on being shocked like that, but an outbreak of mad barking coupled with Faith;’s hysterical laughter and some... quacking?... got everyone’s attention.

“What the hell?” was Dean’s only coherent response on coming out to find a very panicked duck fleeing past him.

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“Come on, get over here.” (Deeeean;) )

Lingering in the doorway, honeyed brown eyes slowly taking their time tracing over the outline of one very good looking hunter, Faith slides her hand slowly along the doorframe as she leans her hip into it.

She presses her lips together in a low hum that vibrates in her throat as a salacious smile begins to form.

“Who? Me? You want me to come over to you?” Jaw slackens slightly causing lips to part so her tongue can be seen playing behind her teeth. Faith’s doe eyes grow wider. Innocent, long lashes fluttering coyly as her hand drops down and she steps forward, one foot hooking the door behind her to pull it shut.

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faiththesinfulslayer​:

The arm Faith tosses up defensively while laughing keeps her from getting a face full of pillow. Still grinning, Faith lightly shoves at Dean, rolling her fawn eyes before reaching for him again. “Yo, I didn’t say I was cool with some girl taking advantage of my sweet Rowan either,” she shudders in exaggeration before sighing. “Maybe we can just train Chance to sniff out the assholes who might break their hearts,” Faith adds while her voice fades slightly and she chews thoughtfully at the corner of her lower lip.

“They are getting big, aren’t they?” There’s a wistfulness in her tone that would be hard to miss as Faith absently strokes her fingers up and down Dean’s back. “Don’t get me wrong, the sleeping through the night thing is a definite bonus, but doesn’t it seem like…” Cutting herself off, Faith blinks slowly and gives her head a small shake. “Never mind,” she decides, a smile now replacing the more thoughtful expression from a moment ago. She draws her nails lightly up Dean’s spine, over his neck and into his hair. Arching up against him slightly, Faith’s smile brightens, fingers splaying out wide while gliding through the silky short strands.

“It’s also kinda nice that they are so easily distracted when they ARE up sometimes too,” she chuckles and tips her head up to nip at Dean’s soft, plump lower lip playfully.

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Snickering, Dean flopped as she shoved him, letting her cuddle up as she fantasised about just setting their loyal giant fluffball to protect their kids from heartbreak.

The note in her voice was a familiar one, and he rolled to curl up around her, letting the wistfulness out. It wasn’t the first time she’d talked about how she missed having babies in the house, and he did kind of understand. He knew what she wanted, even if she rarely admitted as much.

“Seems like they’re groiwin’ up too fast,” he agreed, nestling against her with a knowing smile. “It’d be nice to have a little one who ain’t big enough to crawl yet again, never mind run away when you say it’s bathtime.”

A wicked little smile crossed his face, and he reached down to slip a finger inside her briefly, before teasing her little knot and kissing her heatedly. “Maybe tonight’s the night I put it inside you, huh?”

Ever since they’d discussed it, he’d been willing, even if they weren’t officially seriously trying... and now she’d brought it up, he couldn’t help a pleased shiver at the thought of putting a baby inside her again, on purpose this time.

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faiththesinfulslayer​:

The coffee was hot and wafting out its welcoming aroma when the incoming text causes Faith to jolt slightly, the song she was singing stopped mid bar. It was probably her dad. Pulling the phone out, Faith felt her heart leap into her throat at seeing it was Dean.

“Shit!” she breathed out, the word coated in a combination of excitement and mild panic as her fingers hovered over the keys. Faith glances up from her phone quickly and quirks a smile to herself. There were worse ways to die than from anticipation and anxiety, right? Pocketing the phone, Faith walks over to the front door, working the series of locks open with s speed only years of practice could bring and swings the door open wide. Would Dean be able to see how hard her heart was thrashing against her chest?! Leaning a hip against the doorframe, Faith manages a smile.

“Dad’s gone to help some chick whose car broke down way out on the edge of town, but um… I just made fresh coffee.” Gesturing with her head, Faith’s eyes travel over Dean from head to toe before settling back to meet his emerald eyes. Blinking rapidly, Faith’s brow furrows slightly against the early morning light as she looks back at him.

Did he look tired? Had he even slept? Apprehension begins to eat away at Faith’s attempts to appear confident. He changed his mind…

Swallowing, her upper teeth graze at her bottom lip before catching the corner of it and straightening up. “Are you… Are you okay?” Faith can hear the concern in her voice even as the words struggle free; she just hoped Dean thought it was because she’s worried about him physically, and not that he’s decided they couldn’t be together. “It’s just… You look tired,” Faith offers as explanation - Just in case. _____ 

Slowly lowering her book, Diana turns to look at the man who just addressed her. At least ma’am was a good start, even if it made her feel a bit dowdy. Perhaps all hunters weren’t such ill bred creatures after all?

Diana rolled down the window, setting her book, face down, on the passenger seat. “Good day, Mr. Singer. I am quite relieved you came as quickly as you did. I am not exactly familiar with this place, nor the inner workings of automobiles. The darn thing just died on me, well,” Pausing, Diana reconsiders. “That’s not quite accurate, there was a loud clunk or bang or something, like… Something fell off or popped, I don’t really know and then the car just… Lost power,” she shrugs, internally loathing the helpless female routine, but Robert Singer looked like the kind of man who would be unable to refuse someone in need - So be it.

“I am also in need of a telephone, and a good strong cup of tea, or even coffee at this point, so do you think you can help me?”

The part she removed from the vehicle remained safely hidden beneath the seat, without it, Diana knew the car would not operate. All that remained was for this Mr. Singer to figure that out and bring both her and the vehicle back to his auto repair shop that just so happened to be located on the property where he lived with her potential Slayer.

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She looked excited and maybe a little nervous as she bounced out of the door, and Dean couldn’t help a little smile. Faith looked like she’d had a good night’s sleep after the best night of her life.

That was a relief. She was happy. That was the most important thing of all.

Aaaand then he realised he had to cut a pretty sorry figure himself right now after how things had gone. Managing a confident smile, he heaved himself out of the new car and came strolling over to wrap her in a hug. “‘m fine. Just had a bit of trouble sleeping,” he assured her. “Tired ain’t the word, and coffee sounds amazing... then you can tell me a bit more about where Bobby is and how long we’ve got before he gets back.”

And how long they had to... talk. There were plenty of things to discuss after everything that went down last night, and he was hoping like hell he wasn’t coming across as too awkward or like he was having second thoughts after he’d kissed her in the car.

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Dear god, she was British. And not ony British, but that kind of upper-class purebred voice suggested way too much about her likely opinion of small-town Americans. Even if she was being polite to him right now.

Bobby listened to the explanation, nodding slowly as she laid it out, and then grabbed his toolkit. “You able to pop the hood for me, then, an’ I’ll take a look?” he asked, moving to investigate. He wouldn’t treat her any different than any other customer, long as she didn’t give him any attitude.

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rebelw1thacause​:

“How about the diner?” Jasmine suggested. “Ain’t the type to go to motels with strangers.”

Though the diner made Jasmine feel a little sick, considering her condition it was a better da— meeting place than a motel. Okay, she had to get a hold of herself. This was just a regular meeting place between two hunters trying to find the bad guy. Besides, if anyone overheard them, she was just going to pretend they were talking about movies.

“I getcha. No offence or anything.” Dean gestured for her to go ahead. “I assume you got your own ride, so I’ll follow.”

She’d probably had to deal with way too many creeps if that was her kneejerk reaction, and that... honestly made him feel kinda bad for her. Note to self, be extra careful not to push any boundaries with this one.

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The twins were four now and considered themselves quite the accomplished artists. Rowan actually was pretty decent, and what Lily lacked in skill, she more than made up for in flare. (The girl liked colour.. And sparkles, but Faith was beginning to think the younger girl was trying to emulate her cousin Hazel in that regard.)

So for this Father's Day, Faith had the twins collaborate on a picture for Dean. She got some nice cardstock and bought a frame, and even busted out the glitter glue.

The finished product was a work of art. The twins drew their daddy standing by the "Pala holding hands with each of them. (Rowan wasn't happy that Lily made herself bigger than him because they were supposed to be the same he said) with a huge glittery rainbow in the background. Littered on the ground were awkwardly shaped things that were supposed to be pies, a trophy (Ro said that was his Best Daddy trophy) and something Faith thinks was supposed to be a radio playing music. Faith carefully place the twins art in the frame and let them apply the tape when she wrapped it. There was also a collectors box set of Chuck Norris movies, a box of black liquorice, jerky and Dean's favourite beer for after the twins were in bed tonight.

Dean hadn't been paying much attention to the day. He knew full well that Father's Day was coming up given the commercial breaks on every TV station available hadn't shut up about it for weeks, but he'd tuned it out well enough to not bother checking; besides, Hazel's sixth birthday was the same date and that was way more important in his opinion (and Sam's).

So being ambushed by his excited twins that morning with stuff for him caught him completely off-guard. They'd barely been able to wait for him to get washed and dressed, and caught him right at the foot of the stairs. (When had they gotten so big? He remembered the tiny fragile little things they'd been when they arrived in this world, so small and delicate he'd almost been afraid to touch them, and now here they were tackling him almost at waist height.)

"Hey, munchkins!" he greeted them cheerfully, letting them haul him into the study and trying to decipher them talking gleefully over each other. "Father's Day, huh? Man, I completely forgot! Just as well you guys remembered."

The gifts made him chuckle as he opened them, and although Faith's gifts got a grin out of him, it was the artwork that really melted his heart. "Well, I'm gonna have to find a special place to hang this," he said softly, smoothing down Rowan's tumbled hair with his free hand. "Thanks, kids. And thank you to Mommy for helping out on a special day," he added a bit louder, so Faith knew her efforts were appreciated.

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Happy Birthday

Sam Winchester (2nd May 1983)

Supernatural

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Eliza Dushku

“Wow, they recast Dr Sexy?”

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I love you, and miss you so much.

We miss you too. x_x

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rebelw1thacause​:

Jasmine had to admit, the guy was kind of cute and he certainly had a charm about him. However, charm didn’t necessarily mean that he was good at the job. Then she heard his name, Dean Winchester. A man Bobby had mentioned often. Jasmine took his hand.

“Ross,” Jasmine said, not even hiding her accent. “Jasmine Ross. Nice to meet you, sug.”

A part of her couldn’t believe it. This was the same Dean Winchester she had heard about in Hunter locations, from Bobby and from other hunters.

“Just heard some things and thought I’d check it out,” Jasmine told him. “Looks like we’ll be investigating together.”

He quirked a smile. “Cute accent. Like I said, no objections to a team-up. Wanna go find a diner or head back to a motel room and go over the clues? I’m fine either way, my brother’ll join us when he’s done.”

The accent wasn’t the only thing that was cute, either... but he knew not to mix work and play when it came to hunters till you were a lot more sure. You never knew who’d be trying to kill you tomorrow, at least when you were a Winchester.

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alwaysaweapon​:

“Let’s get pizza, then.” He suggested. They always ended up with their own pizzas, so that Dean could have his loaded with grease and not have to worry about what he called ‘rabbit food’ where it supposedly didn’t belong. “Everything is together, in my bag,” he added as he set said bag down and pulled out his phone to find a place to order from. 

Dean waved one hand in assent and made sure the car was locked up before trailing inside. He called dibs on the bed nearest the door by dumping his bag on it, then grabbed Sam’s and sat down at the table to start rummaging. It wasn’t too hard to find what was needed to start putting the case together.

“...I think this might be more than one witch,” he said after a while of reviewing the evidence so far.

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faiththesinfulslayer​:

Before her father had even turned the engine over in the tow truck, Faith had a fresh pot of coffee brewing, and was taking the stairs two at a time when her phone buzzes. Without skipping a beat, she has it out and open, reading the glowing message from Sammy with an ever brightening smile upon her face.

[Text: Sammy] Wicked! Can’t wait! Maybe we could go see that Pulp Fiction movie? [Text: Sammy] Dude- just reminded me! We’re supposed to play out again! If u stick around long enough, u can come this time

Excited at the prospect of Uncle John finally bringing Sammy back to Sioux Falls, and Dean arriving at, well, some point today, Faith is damn near glowing as she flies about upstairs getting ready. It was a bit of a challenge trying to look  nice, without looking like she was putting too much of an effort into it. She gets cleaned up and decides to use the sweet vanilla scented lotion she had laying around because it was way less in-your-face then perfume, and to be honest, it wasn’t like she had bottles of the crap all over the place anyway. Faith pulls on a pair of low slung, bootcut jeans with a few slashes here and there in the denim. The faded material hugging in all the right places is paired with her lace up black boots, and a body skimming red cropped t-shirt with a faded logo from some car company and a flannel tossed open over it. 

A thin, simple black ribbon choker, cherry lip gloss and a bit of eyeliner and Faith’s done, satisfied that she’s pulled off the look she was going for. She runs her fingers through her loose, billowy waves one last time before re-pocketing her phone and heading back downstairs. There was a heater in the garage, but Faith wondered if she should pull out a jacket if she was going to least go through the motions of working on her car.

That’s when it hit her that she was nervous! Actually nervous about Dean’s arrival. What if he changed his mind? No. Shaking her head, Faith refuses to go there, instead puttering around straightening up and singing quietly to herself. For once, everything was working out the way it was supposed to be. Even going to school on Monday didn’t phase her. No. Everything was going to be AWESOME!

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Diana sighed softly and went back to reading her book. It was a compendium on folklore and myths centralised to this part of the country. America was not unique to having Hellmouths, but they seemed to either kick up a bigger fuss over such occurrences or ignore them completely and write them off as something else all together. So far, Diana had found references to Devil’s Gates which seemed remarkably similar to Hellmouths, only they seemed to infer the Christian Hell, as opposed to a gateway to an infinite number of Hell dimensions, like a Hellmouth.

It was actually rather interesting. It made her wonder what these so-call Hunters might know, and what knowledge they could share with the Watcher’s Council if only the Council wasn’t governed by such a closed minded bunch of pompous idiots. When the Men of Letters formed in England, the Council had renounced them, calling them a bunch of ill-bred, wanna-be Watchers.

A potential Slayer, being raised by one of these hunters, might have skills and knowledge beyond anything the Watcher’s Council has ever seen before. Diana considered to herself as what could only be Robert Singer in his tow truck appeared in the distance coming towards her.

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[text]: Sounds like a plan. We can make plans when we get there + dad says how long we have. [text]: Would be nice to go see a movie again.

Sam slumped back in his seat as John pulled out of the parking lot, wishing he was already there. Travelling sucked.

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Dean finally pulled up at the end of the drive, his heart pounding madly. What if Bobby knew? What if something went wrong?

Just play it casual, he told himself firmly. Bobby has no reason to think anything’s wrong or different... maybe play up the angle of Dad making you go solo and he won’t ask further.

With that he rolled up the drive and frowned as he parked outside. The tow truck was gone. Was Bobby out on a legit job? Had he taken Faith along?

Parking out of the way, he fidgeted with bhis phone before shooting Faith a message.

[text]: You out? No tow truck at the yard.

He wasn’t sure what else to do, but at least he (hoepfully) wouldn’t get yelled at for showing up unannounced.

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It was just as well for this lady that Bobby knew the roads around here like the back of his hand. He’d been as quick as he could, and now the described car was coming into sight by the roadside.

Pulling up, he surveyed the situation as he climbed out. Looked reasonably well-dressed, though clearly not a local, and had forethought enough to bring reading material along. He wasn’t 100% sure he liked the vibe she was giving off, but he wasn’t going to start anything. She wasn’t an outright threat, anyway.

“Ma’am,” he said as he approached. “Bobby Singer. Sheriff called me in for a breakdown?”

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This year, was different. The twins were older and while their mobility and (insert eye roll) fledgling independence tended to make things more of a challenge, it also could make things more fun at times too. Father's Day happened to fall during a heat wave, and no one in the family was immune to suffocating heat and humidity. So, for Father's Day this year, Faith planned something different.

For ALL of them, but especially, the dads. Faith had enlisted Jody for help preparing, and being a sheriff and all... Certainly didn't hurt in pulling a few strings. After all, a lot of the lakefront rental houses were already booked well in advanced. Together, they managed to find the perfect one though. About an hour and a half drive. Secluded. On the beach. Pet and kid friendly. Four bedrooms. A hottub, a swingset AND did they mention, a beach? Maybe it wasn't the tropics, but it was something!Faith packed everything over the course of two days, secretly loading up the back of the Impala, Sam's car and Jody's as well. The sheriff had been in charge of getting all the food they'd need. Faith the supplies, and with two toddlers, a dog and a preschooler, there had been plenty!With her and Jody in the kitchen, a very early breakfast was started with plenty of coffee. The kids were fed and Chance tired out from a long run with Faith. Now it was just time to fetch the fellas.Hazel was set loose to wake up Sam. A homemade card, DRIPPING in glitter in her clutches. The twins to pounce on Dean, and Jody to carefully cajole Bobby awake. Faith stood in the doorway of their room, supervising the twins as the climbed up onto the big bed. Each with fistfuls of blankets and sheets, reaching to help haul the other over the edge. It had Faith beaming at how they worked together for a common cause. Each one tried to stand on the bed, flopping over and laughing. They crawled up Dean, bouncing on him enthusiastically.

"GET UP DADA! DADDDDYYYYY! GET UP!" They giggled and laughed, smothering his face with kisses and drumming on his chest with the flats of their little palms. "It's DADDY DAY!!"

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The guys had been quite oblivious to Faith’s preparations, mostly because they had no reason to be suspicious. So it was pretty much impossible for this to go wrong through being found out… and she and Jody between them were able to mastermind an excellent plot.

As the little family scattered throughout the top floor of the house, an energy of warmth and love almost seemed to pervade it. So much life had been brought into the house since the day Bobby found Faith, and now it was being celebrated in the best way possible.

Dean had begun to wake anyway on feeling the bed being tugged at, though he was familiar enough with the noises he was picking up to not worry. His kids were never going to be classed as a threat.

The abrupt assault of squealing and affection was something his mostly-asleep brain hadn’t been prepared for, though, and there was a strangled grunt as he jolted awake, trying to shield his face from the very physical love his offspring were demonstrating.

“Hey - kids - I’m awake, I’m awake, give Daddy a minute to -”

In the end he flung the blanket over them, letting them giggle and wrestle their way out of it while he sat up and gathered his thoughts, rubbing his eyes. After a moment he stared down at the giggling pile and shook his head. “You two are way too hyperactive in the morning,” he informed them, before looking over to Faith with a grin. “Morning, sweetheart.”

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faiththesinfulslayer​:

“Deal!” Faith hastily agrees when Dean consents to taking care of the twins bathroom issues while she starts unloading the Impala. There’s a quick peck of a kiss against his cheek, bringing a smile to Faith when her plush, plump lips brush against the prickly familiarity. She slides free of from the front seat, the passenger door opening and closing with its tell tale groan and whine. Faith stretches briefly, lifting her face towards the sky as the warm breeze caresses her skin, and causes her billowing, dark waves to rustle and sway well past her shoulders.

She turns in the direction of Sam’s voice, eyes greeting him with a laugh while she watches him hastily work to unbuckle Hazel from the car.

“Dude, this place has ALL the bathrooms,” Faith brags, proud of the place she and Jody found for the family to enjoy some well deserved time away. “In fact, if this was our place, no one would want to clean ‘em all there’s so many!” She admits, and then turns back to open the rear passenger door of the Impala.

“Hey Chance,” Faith calls, “come on boy, I bet you’re dying to stretch those legs!” 

Chance didn’t have to be asked twice, he gave a slightly concerned look back at the twins only to find Dean tending to them. There was a very quick, lap of his tongue to Dean’s cheek in appreciation and then the dog bounded out of the car, ears piqued, head held high as he began to investigate his the surroundings his people brought him to. Chance took his job as protector seriously after all.

Faith laughs at how serious he looked at the moment, “As soon as you realise there’s water and space to run I bet you won’t look so serious,” she tells him, reaching down to give his head a scratch.

“Okay! Cas should be inside, but Jody has the 411 on the place including where the keys are at and all that stuff,” she points out, nodding in the direction of the truck that had joined them just as a couple of ducks fly over head, their voices carrying as they quack back and forth to each other and glide to a landing in the still water of the lake causing rings of ripples and Chance to look up at Faith -

… Before tearing off at lighting speed for the water a few feet away.

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Jody had the keys ready as she got out of Bobby’s truck, and went off with Sam, who was still carrying Hazel. The little girl wsa squirming uncomfortably in the standard I am a small child about to have a bathroom emergency way, and Jody didn’t want to start the holiday with an accident.

Dean was occupied with Lily first and foremost, and flinched slightly on getting licked, but smiled slightly all the same. He could appreciate the loyal dog’s instinct to protect their kids, even if the big goof was ready to take off when he got a chance to play.

Extracting his wriggly daughter from the car, he told her in a stern no-messing-around voice, “Stay with Daddy, I’m gonna get Rowan out and then we can change your diaper.”

She pouted, but clung to him as he carried her round to retrieve her brother, and then took hold of his jeans when he put her down. “We play when no more poop?” she asked, turning those huge green eyes on him.

He chuckled and scooped her back up once Rowan was in his arms, carrying them both towards the house with the diaper bag slung over his back. “We’ll see,” he told her. “Mommy’s gotta get all the cases inside, and we gotta make all the bedrooms nice, but when we’re finished we can play as much as you like. Yeah?”

“Yeah!” She and Rowan bounced excitedly, making it tricky to hold on, but he managed all the same. Dean glanced over his shoulder and grinned at Faith. Diaper duty was worth it for this.