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Omega! Castiel

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You both like destiel.

Stranger: [[Alpha-Omega AU - TW: mentions of a miscarriage]] The air is getting cold once more, and Castiel knows it's going to be rough. He's already started saving money for a nice scarf, as the one from last year finally gave out. He'd worn it too much in an effort to keep himself warm. Then again, Castiel hasn't felt warm in a very long time. The room in his small home hasn't been opened in ten years. It must have a layer of dust over everything, but Castiel tries not to think about that. It'll be cold in the room, he thinks distantly, and then pushes the thought away. It would not matter. The room has no use. He hunches his shoulders and tries to keep out of the way as he walked down the sidewalk to his home. He crosses the road and then heads for the edge of town where his house sits, waiting for him after a long day at the restaurant. He was a waiter now. His old Alpha wouldn't even be able to look at him now. Not that he ever had the way Castiel had wanted him to. It had all been in Castiel's mind, hope born from the forced circumstances. And now he had nothing. He shook his head and his blue eyes focused on the sidewalk beneath his feet, turning the corner to where the sidewalk would end. However, he ran into what fell like a brick wall, his breath puffing out of him in surprise. He scented Alpha and hurriedly backed up, ducking his head. "Apologies." He muttered, roughly, and tried to get around the Alpha, not even looking up, not wanting to provoke the other in any way.

You: Dean had been walking in a hurry to a meeting over in the next building. He stumbled back in surprise and groaned a bit when he scented an omega. He quickly got himself under control. He looked at the omega, who was wearing almost no protection from the cold. He frowned and slid out of his long tan coat. "No need to apologize. I wasn't looking where I was going" he said with a shake of his head. He wrapped the coat around the omega and smiled a little. "You look like you're about to freeze to death. You keep this a while, alright? I've got some bushiness cards in the pockets. Give me a call sometime?" he asked with a charming smile. He held out his hand to introduce himself. "My name is Dean Winchester" He said softly. He glanced at his watch and groaned. "I would love to stay and chat, but I'm going to be late. Please....call me, Blue eyes." he said softly. And then he had to jog away.

Stranger: Castiel didn't shake the Alpha's hand. He didn't do much, actually, standing in the sudden warmth of the coat in surprise. It was baggy on him, but he hesitantly managed to slide his arms through the sleeves, settling it on over the coat he already had on. It smelled of the Alpha and he shivered once, sticking his hands into the pockets of the coat and then heading home. He hadn't introduced himself and honestly, he could just not call the guy and keep the coat. He had no obligation to call him. But he didn't buy the coat so he owed him. He also dreaded speaking on the phone, however, and had stared at the home phone for a long time. He hadn't touched it in what... two years? Anna had given up trying to call him so now he's alone. Castiel's coats are on the couch and the fireplace roars with fire by the time he pulls out one of the business cards and actually takes a look at it.

You: Dean sat in the meeting, not even paying attention because he was thinking about the omega. He hoped the blue eyed man would call. He really did. There was something....special about the omega, and Dean wanted to know what it was. It helped of course that Dean had been almost instantly attracted to the other man. he left the meeting early and went home. He stared at his phone and waited for a phone call he wasn't even sure would come. //On the Card: Dean Winchester CEO of Winchester Enterprises 7285 E Main Suite 173 908-323-2353///

Stranger: The phone call came at 9 PM when Castiel couldn't sleep and was re-reading another one of his books. He frowned down at the pages, the business card helping him keep his place as he clumsily dialed the number on the card, fingers slipping a few times. When the phone picked up, he winced, unsure of what to say now that he'd actually called. In fact, he hung up on instinct, pulling the phone away from his face to look at it. And then he dialed again and waited, closing his eyes and trying to keep his breathing steady.

You: Dean grinned like an idiot when the phone call came through. He could hear sort of uneven breathing on the other line. "Hello" he said gently. "Is this the blue eyes from this afternoon?" he asked "Thank you for calling me...I've been waiting for you to call. I couldn't....focus on anything else really. I know it's ridiculous. But...You're all I've been thinking about and I don't even know your name" Dean realized he was talking too much and he went silent.

Stranger: Castiel nearly hung up the phone right then and there. He felt like going to his room and locking the door, his stomach twisting as he curled in on himself on the couch. "I-I." He stammered, and then cleared his throat, pushing on and using his waiter voice because it was the only way to keep steady. "I was just calling about returning your coat. I didn't want to keep it. It looks expensive and I don't have the money to pay you back for it."

You: Dean frowned when he heard the omega's voice. He sounded terrified. "No, it's alright. I've a dozen other coats, it really is no trouble for you to keep that one. You look like you need it more than I do. I don't want you to pay me back. I was...I don't know. I supposed I was just trying to help. And I am sorry for knocking you over this afternoon. I didn't hurt you did I?"

Stranger: Castiel shook his head, before remembering the man couldn't see him. "But... it's so expensive. Surely you don't want to give it away for free? I don't want to owe you." That sentence carried far more weight than he'd like to admit. He added, "And no, I'm just fine, thank you. I was simply cold."

You: "No...it's really alright. You can keep it...or if you don't want to...I suppose you could give it to someone else. But...I would like it if you kept it? Please you looked very cold. You didn't even have a scarf." Dean was getting less enthusiastic about this phone call. The omega clearly wasn't happy to be talking to him. He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry."

Stranger: Castiel parted his lips, and then grew quiet, unsure of what to say. "So I... I'm not going to owe... you anything?" He finally managed to ask, confusion clearly written in his words and his expression though the Alpha could not see. He shifted around on the couch, and frowned softly.

You: "No. Of course not." Dean shook his head. "If you want....maybe...I could take you to get a cup of coffee?" he asked hopefully. "Not because you owe me anything....but...Um...like...a date if you want?"

Stranger: Castiel's walls slammed up immediately. "I do not believe that would be a good idea." He said, politely. "I do not think it would work out. Besides, I couldn't help pay and I feel bad enough just taking your coat."

You: "Oh." Dean frowned and ran a hand through his hair. "Okay. I'm sorry" He'd obviously made the omega upset. "You can keep the coat. It was nice meeting you.....Feel...free to call me at any time...if you want to."

Stranger: Castiel wasn't sure what to do about the sound of voice. "I... do not mean to upset you." He finally muttered, feeling ashamed, though he knew he shouldn't. "I just know that it would not be a good idea. There are too many things... I apologize. I... I should go." He mumbles.

You: Dean swallowed hard. The omega was obviously traumatized by something. He took a deep breath. The omega just had to trust him. "Blue Eyes....everyone has secrets. I have them too. When I was ten...my father thought I was an omega...so he raped me" He said quietly. Why was he telling this absolute stranger his darkest secret?! What the hell was wrong with him?

Stranger: Castiel nearly dropped the phone, fumbling to keep it in his hand. He thought at first it might be a lie, but the man sounded deadly serious. There wasn't a waver at all, not beyond what sounded like pain. He brought the phone back to his ear, making a low comforting sound before he really knew what he was doing, holding the phone close as if that might calm the Alpha down.

You: Dean smiled when he heard the sound coming from the other end of the phone. "Thank you Blue eyes." he took a deep breath. "I'm...not trying to scare you, I promise. I just...I think there's something special about you and....I want to get to know you better"

Stranger: Castiel blinked slowly, and eventually mumbled, "My name is Castiel." He didn't include a last name because at this point he might as well have not had one. There was no use in using it if he didn't belong to it.

You: "It's really nice to meet you, Castiel" Dean said warmly. "Look...instead of coffee....how about you give me a call tomorrow? And I can tell you more about myself. And you can decide on weather or not you trust me enough to see me again? If you don't want to call tomorrow...whenever you feel comfortable. Castiel" he repeated "Angel of Thursday"

Stranger: Castiel hesitated, but then nodded, "O-okay." He agreed, quietly, and reached out for the coat, running his fingers over it. He was quiet for a few minutes. "Thank... you. For the... for the coat."

You: Dean smiled "Okay. I'll wait for your call tomorrow...or whenever you're comfortable" he said happily. "I'm glad you like the coat. I'm sure you're going to get a whole lot more use out of it than I am" he laughed a little "Do you want to stay on the phone? Or would you rather wait until tomorrow?" Castiel had seemed nervous when he first called. Dean didn't want to scare him off.

Stranger: Castiel hesitated, "I... I should let you go." He finally murmurs, and continues, "I will speak to you later, Dean. Goodbye." He bit his bottom lip, staring at the far wall.

You: Dean smiled and laid on his bed. "Cas, if you're worried about inturrupting anything, you aren't. If I wasn't talking to you I'd just be watching Dr. Sexy. And they're all re-runs right now." he explained. "But if you need to leave..."

Stranger: Castiel laughed weakly, "I'm re-reading one of my old books. I... Just... I don't sleep very well. I haven't for a long time now."

You: "Do you want me to sing you a song?" Dean offered "My brother would sing it to me after he found out what our dad did to me when I had nightmares....and it helped me. Maybe it would help you?"

Stranger: Castiel blinked in surprise. "You... you sing?" It was... a painfully endearing quality. Castiel had always admired musicians.

You: "Yeah. I mean...not very often but I know how to sing" he admitted and smiled. "Would...you be okay with that? If...you want to get ready for bed...you can give me another call when you're ready for me to sing to you" He suggested.

Stranger: Castiel shook his head, "You can sing now." He whispered, and sank back into the couch, pulling the Alpha's coat over him like a blanket.

You: Dean cleared his throat and hesitated for just a second before starting to sing. "Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you let her under your skin Then you begin to make it better

You: Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you let her under your skin Then you begin to make it better" His voice was raspy because he hadn't sung in forever but after a few lines he felt better about it and continued to the end of the song.

You: (Sorry I am having brain issues right now))

You: (Like sleep deprivation)

Stranger: [[do you need to go?]]

You: (no I have to pick my cousin up from the airport in two hours. Not enough time for a nap. I'm okay :D))

You: (but do you have a kik or email in case we get d/c?)

Stranger: "You have a good voice." Castiel mumbles, and then sighs softly, tiredly. He feels like he wants to sleep, but he knows if he lays down he'll be wide awake again.

Stranger: [[no, sorry, I've been keeping my RPs to omegle most of the time]]

You: (aw that's okay. I totally understand. :D if you ever want to i'm jaysmith247 on kik or [email protected] you don't have to though!!))

You: Dean smiled "Thanks, Cas" He said softly. "Do you want me to sing another one?" he asked, wishing he could see Castiel when he was sleepy. He was sure it would be so sweet...and....adorable.

Stranger: Castiel blinks tiredly, "If you don't mind." He whispers, playing with the coat absently, staring down at his lap.

You: Dean nodded "Not at all." he replied and started singing another song. His voice soft so that he wouldn't bring Castiel out of what seemed to be a dozing state.

Stranger: Castiel eventually found a tiny smile on his face, but he was too sleepy to really register what he was doing. He leaned his head back into the couch, and snuggled down, falling asleep without even realizing he had, completely gone.

You: Dean kept on singing for about twenty minutes until he was sure Castiel was asleep. He smiled "Night Cas" he murmured and went to his bedroom. He didn't want to hand up so he just laid down and put the phone by his pillow and soon he fell asleep as well, listening to Castiel's breathing through the phone.

Stranger: Castiel woke up late. He woke up fucking late and he scrambled to get his shoes on, throwing on his coat, wearing yesterday's clothes as he swept out the door, running for work. By the time he got there, he was already swaying on his feet, exhausted, and the whole work day was hell even if he pushed through it and made it to the end.

You: Dean woke up to the irritating buzz of his phone and he rolled his eyes. He showered and ate breakfast then brushed his teeth. At work he was happy. Things with Castiel were good. He'd never been so close to one person and not actually be physically close to them. For dinner he decided to go to a restraunt. He was wearing a new coat and a bright blue scarf and his work suit while he waited for his table.

Stranger: Castiel was about to be dead on his feet at the very end of the day. He had about thirty minutes until he could clock out and he was assigned one of the front tables. He put on the best smile he could manage when he felt like he was going to fall over dead and padded over to the table, pulling out his notepad and pen already.

You: Dean looked up and blinked in surprise when he saw Castiel. He smiled and then frowned in concern. "Castiel?" he asked softly "You work here?" he said, tilting his head curiously. "You look....exhausted."

Stranger: Castiel immediately tensed up, but then sighed softly, looking up from the notepad, forgetting how he was supposed to greet guests momentarily. "I've worked here for... nine or so years." He explained, and shrugged at the last bit, unsure of what to say to him.

You: "Oh. I'm sorry. I'll leave if I'm making you uncomfortable. If I had known you worked here...I wouldn't have come. I don't want you to think I'm...obsessed with you or stalking you" he stammered. he looked at Castiel. "Would you like me to leave? Don't feel like you have to say yes just because you work here. I'll order my meal to go. I won't stay if you do not want me here"

Stranger: "No." Castiel finally murmured, shaking his head. "Just... have your meal. I will be fine." He mumbled and then glanced down at his notepad. "But what would you like to eat?"

You: Dean smiled at Castiel. "What would you recommend? What is your favorite here?" he asked, playing with the strings on his scarf.

Stranger: Castiel blinked, paused, and then looked notably sheepish. "I... I've never actually eaten the food here." He says, awkwardly, shrugging, "I can't afford it."

You: Dean nodded. "Alright, I'll have two orders of the pesto pasta, the alfredo, the shrimp and....one of the dessert cakes." he said as he looked over the menu. "And one of each of those meals in to go boxes" he smiled at Castiel. Then he pulled the scarf off and held it out to him. "here...I saw this in my closet this morning and thought of you. I want you to have it...please?"

You: (you still typing?)

Stranger: Castiel's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to protest, but... Slowly he closed it, glancing down at the scribbled order, before at the scarf. Slowly, he reached out and took it, wrapping it around his neck and swallowing thickly. "Thank you." He whispers, and flees to the kitchen before he does something stupid.

You: Dean smiled and looked down at the table, smiling like an idiot. This was the best mistake ever, coming here had been a great idea.

Stranger: Castiel came back with the box, setting it on the table along with most of Dean's meal except the dessert. "I have to bring out the dessert after you've eaten your meal." He explains, quietly.

You: Dean smiled and nodded "Alright. Thank you Castiel...if you...maybe could ask someone if you would like to share with me? I would be more than happy to." he looked at Castiel hopefully. "Unless you will get in trouble. I don't want to do that to you"

Stranger: "Share?" Castiel asked, dumbly and then gave a weak smile. "I... I... you've already given me enough. Besides, my shift ends in ten or so minutes." He shrugged weakly.

You: "Cas....when someone...cares about another person...they want to make them happy. I'll wait to eat until your shift ends if you want?" he offered. Then he shook his head. "I understand if you don't want to, Cas. Please don't feel pressured."

Stranger: Castiel parts his lips and then pauses, "How... can you care about me so fast? You... don't know anything about me." He mumbles, weakly, and then continued, "If you wait, your food might get cold."

You: Dean shrugged. "I honestly don't know Castiel. I just think your special and wonderful" He rested his chin in his hands. "The pleasure of your company is worth cold food" He smiled at Castiel. Normally he would have winked but he was sure that would be a bad idea.

Stranger: Castiel swallowed thickly, and then glanced over his shoulder. "I..." He trails off. How can he trust someone he'd only just met? Fear swirls in his belly, but after a long moment, he nods his head. "O-okay."

You: Dean noticed the hesitation and looked at his plate. "Castiel....if you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to" He said softly. "Please...don't feel like you have to. I'll just wait for your phone call tonight?" He offered. "If you want to call me tonight, that is. Please don't feel like you have to"

Stranger: Castiel gave the Alpha a look. "I made my decision." His voice was suddenly stronger, if only briefly. A shadow of his old self. "But you may eat if you wish."

You: Dean grinned and nodded "I'll wait for you" he promised. He pushed his plate to the center of the table and waited for Castiel.

Stranger: Castiel, after getting off his shift, returned to the table and slid into the seat across from Dean. He had the dessert in his hand and he yawned as soon as he was off his feet, a soft shine leaving with it as his feet throbbed.

You: Dean beamed when he saw Castiel. "Oh...Cas I'm sorry I...that was thoughtless of me not to think that you'd be tired. I'm sorry. Do you...want me to rub your feet? An old friend of mine was a massage therapist and she taught me some tricks."

Stranger: Castiel flushed then, shocked at the offer. He wasn't sure what to do, but then he shook his head just slightly. "N-no. I'm okay." He'd... never been offered that before.

You: "You've been on your feet all day. Are you sure? I've been told it feels really good." Dean said with a smile. "I ordered more than enough food for both of us. Eat as much as you want"

Stranger: Castiel shook his head just a little. "I... I think I'm okay. Besides, this is a restaurant. Rules usually are no shoes, no service." He gave a hesitant smile and pulled the to go box towards himself and opened it, peeking in at the food.

You: Dean winked at Castiel. "Technically I've already had service" he pointed out and opened another carton and started eating. He groaned. "This is really good"

Stranger: Castiel huffed at the words and gently waved him off, blinking at the groan as he slid down in his seat a little. He bit his bottom lip, but then picked up the extra fork and took a bite of the food. He didn't talk for around ten minutes as he scarfed the food down, barely pausing to breathe between bites.

You: Dean stared at Castiel curiously as he ate and then shook his head and focused on his food. He resolved to order something from the restaurant every day so Castiel would have something to eat because he was acting like he hadn't eaten anything all day.

Stranger: When Castiel finished, he licked his lips and carefully cleaned up, feeling embarrassed that he'd eaten so quick. But he'd been hungry and it had tasted so good...

You: "Did you like it?" Dean asked, having finished as well. He grinned at Castiel.

You: (hey I've gotta go. Um you've got my email and my kik if you want to continue :D )

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IF ANYONE WANTS THEY CAN EMAIL ME

So this idea is really cute and if you want to email me and rp with me I would totally love that. Like I would not be against that in the slightest. 

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or jaysmith247 on kik

Dean grew up, the heir to the throne. He knew he was beautiful, and so did everyone else in the kingdom. He made toys of the hearts of men and women alike. His father didn’t care because King John had given up long ago, after his wife died in a tragic fire. It was the evening of Dean’s coronation when a girl came up to him and asked for his blessing to help her find a husband. Dean laughed as he looked the girl over. “He would have to be blind to marry you” he mocked and the girl grimaced and looked at the floor. Dean blinked and the girl was suddenly a tall beautiful woman. Dean grinned, assuming that the girl had run off in shame. “Would you like to dance?” he asked her.  The woman’s eyes glowed and she slapped him. “You, Prince Dean Winchester, are going to be as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside until you find someone who loves you for what you really are.”  Dean gasped in pain as his bones broke and fur grew out of his arms. He got taller and then everyone was gone, in their places, common household objects. The woman placed a rose on the table. “As soon as the last petal drops….you will stay like this for the rest of your miserable life.”  What feels like an eternity later.»> Dean had grown used to not talking to anyone. Solitude was all he needed now. So it was a surprise when there was suddenly a man there in his castle. Eating his food. Dean allowed him to live, until the man stole a book from his library. Dean raged and threatened the man until he explained that it was for his son. So Dean gave the man a week to bring his son back in exchange for his life.

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Beauty and the Beast AU

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like destiel, and sabriel.

You: Soo...beauty and the beast AU?

Stranger: Yes!!

You: Really? Okay

You: Dean grew up, the heir to the throne. He knew he was beautiful, and so did everyone else in the kingdom. He made toys of the hearts of men and women alike. His father didn't care because King John had given up long ago, after his wife died in a tragic fire. It was the evening of Dean's coronation when a girl came up to him and asked for his blessing to help her find a husband. Dean laughed as he looked the girl over. "He would have to be blind to marry you" he mocked and the girl grimaced and looked at the floor. Dean blinked and the girl was suddenly a tall beautiful woman. Dean grinned, assuming that the girl had run off in shame. "Would you like to dance?" he asked her.  The woman's eyes glowed and she slapped him. "You, Prince Dean Winchester, are going to be as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside until you find someone who loves you for what you really are."  Dean gasped in pain as his bones broke and fur grew out of his arms. He got taller and then everyone was gone, in their places, common household objects. The woman placed a rose on the table. "As soon as the last petal drops....you will stay like this for the rest of your miserable life."  What feels like an eternity later.>>> Dean had grown used to not talking to anyone. Solitude was all he needed now. So it was a surprise when there was suddenly a man there in his castle. Eating his food. Dean allowed him to live, until the man stole a book from his library. Dean raged and threatened the man until he explained that it was for his son. So Dean gave the man a week to bring his son back in exchange for his life.

You: (you can be dean or cas I don't care which it's just easier to start it off from this pov)

Stranger: ((I'll be Cas. I'll finish off reading and then reply. btw won't show im typing

You: (okay! )

Stranger: Castiels father wasn't a smart man but he was a loyal one, one willing to do anything for his family. That is what brought him to the monsters castle that night, he had been returning to market with the money to last them through dinner in his right pocket. That is when he wolves chased after him, sending him into the safety of the castle only to find himself worst off than he was before. He was the prisoners of the beast until the Beast allowed him to leave. He would have been home free until the Beast noticed that a book from his library was in his bag. The Beast insisted on a new bargain after that, that he would have the mans son in seven days time or else he would hunt the family down like dogs himself. The man had no other option so here he was seven days later with his son at the steps of the palace. "We could try to find a new deal." "Father," the boy of eighteen spoke. "you need to be home for Samandriel and the others, I'd be more than happy to sacrifice myself if it means that they are healthy and happy." "Castiel-" "The Beast probably knows that we are here, let's not keep him waiting." Castiel then knocked on the giant wooden doors of the castle

You: Dean waited, he hadn't expected the man to return with his son. He had honestly thought that he would have to leave the castle to hunt down the man who had stolen from him. He waited just inside the doors. He shoved the large wooden beam off and pulled the door open, then he stepped into the shadows so that he would not be seen. He did not want to scare his...."guest" so soon after his arrival.  "Your debt to me is paid. Leave the boy and go" Dean growled to the man, he did not want the man to stay any longer than was needed.

You: (if we disconect i'm [email protected], or jaysmith247 on kik)

Stranger: Castiel furrowed his brow at the ominious voice before turning to his father and hugging him, trying to ignore the way his father sobbed. He pulled away, pressing a kiss to his forehead while holding back his own tears before pulling back entirely. "You should go, they'll be waiting for you." "I'm sorry." "I know, I love you and be strong for them." Castiel said before watching as his father mounted his horse and then disappeared into the forest. He turned back to the open door, hearing his own heart pound violently in his chest as he clutched onto his coat before stepping inside the castle. "I can't see." the boy called out to the voice

You: Dean studied the boy from the shadows and shut the door behind him, putting the beam back in place. It echoed through the hall and after a moment light bloomed from the other end. Sam had light the fires. Guilt twinged in Dean's stomach at the thought of his brother, turned into a lamp, much like the lights he had read to in the library. "Follow the lights" Dean growled. "You will find a warm meal there...anything you ask of my servants they will give you."

Stranger: Castiels blue eyes widened as the lights came to life down the hall. Now that he could see, he took the chance to look around a bit with his eyes though he still couldn't see his host. As hungry as he was, Castiel had to ask the Beast while he still had his attention. "Thank you for the meal. Sir, why did you bring me here? What use could you have for a boy like myself?"

You: Dean ignored the question and padded out of the hall, his cloak swirling around his feet as he walked. He couldn't tell that to the boy. He couldn't say that the boy was his last chance....if he ruined this...everyone he loved would be.../things/ forever. And he was no longer that man he had been before. It was unfair how he was being punished for what he had done years ago. "I will speak to you in the morning" Dean said as he left.

Stranger: Castiel wasn't exactly surprised when the Beast ignored him, his voice fading into the distance as he walked away without giving Castiel a look at the man. He sighed, furrowing his brow and then clutching onto the pendent that his sister gave him before following the lights toward his warm meal. The castle was beautiful even after years of isolation.

You: (Hey...Its two in the morning here..and I need to sleep. Please...pretty please with a cherry on top say that you want to continue??)) Dean watched Castiel walk away and then went back to his room. He saw his reflection in the mirror and growled. In the dining room there was a large table piled high with every kind of food imaginable.

Stranger: ((Sure. Want to email me at m))

Stranger: ((hello?))

You: (Sorry i'm writing an email to you)

Stranger: ((okie dokie. RP with you later! night

You: night

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Destiel Sky High AU

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say merry Christmas!

You both like destiel.

Stranger: ((Superhero AU; Super hero high school)) At Sky High, like most high schools, there was a social hierarchy. At the top were the “heroes” (aka those with real powers) and at the bottom were “hero support” (aka those with lame powers). During his freshman year of high school, Castiel had been regulated to hero support mostly because he had refused to show powers during power placement, a program where incoming freshman demonstrated their powers so they could be deemed a hero or hero support. Castiel simply didn’t believe in using his powers when there was no genuine danger. His super strength alone would have put him in the hero classes had he shown it. But he liked hero support. It was simple and easy and the people were kind. He didn’t mind the idea of being a sidekick. Of course, he’d always heard of Dean Winchester – popular, hero class, predicted to reach Captain America level super-stardom after graduation. But he’d never met him until junior year when heroes and hero-support were paired up to begin the hero-sidekick “bonding” which was actually a class. Castiel looked over at the green-eyed hero he was supposed to be getting to know. “Uh, hi. I’m Castiel,” he introduced himself reluctantly with a soft sigh. “What’s your super power?” He asked curiously. He should have known. Anyone else would have known. He was Dean fucking Winchester. But Cas didn’t pay attention to idle gossip like most people.

You: Dean smiled at the guy with blue eyes. Honestly it was almost refreshing not to have someone who was fawning over him. So Dean smiled at Castiel and winked at him. "I'm not that big of a deal" He rolled his eyes. "They just think so" He shrugged and smiled at Castiel again. "I'm...I'm strong and fast and It takes a lot to hurt me" he shrugged "Not actually a big Deal. There are other people with so much cooler powers. What....um...what about you? I mean I know you're in "hero support" " he rolled his eyes. "But I know there are some people with cool powers in there."

Stranger: Castiel raised an eyebrow at the casual reassurance that he wasn't that big of a deal. Well, Cas honestly hadn't thought so either. Everyone here was gifted in some way and they all wanted to protect civilians. That's what made them special. Not gossip or hype. But he didn't say anything. He figured Dean was just used to people building up their image of him. "I think everyone here is a big deal. We protect people... or at least we're going to. That's a big deal," Castiel said softly. "I have super strength and I can teleport," Castiel informed him with a small shrug. "I just don't like using my powers when there isn't any danger so they assumed I didn't have any." A small, wry smile twisted on his lips. He was from a long family of superheroes. The idea he would be completely powerless was, well, moronic. But it was known to happen and Cas stuck to his morals so there was really no one to "blame" if blame is even the right word.

You: Dean's eyes widened and he beamed at Castiel. "Dude...that's awesome! And you are totally right, that's all I want to do. When I was little I would save people. My parents got really mad at me so I wasn't allowed to play with civilians anymore. I grew up with my dad's....sidekick. She was awesome. Ellen practically raised me." Dean stared at the ground. "But...I mean yeah that is totally cool about your powers."

Stranger: Castiel watched Dean with fascination. He was so peculiar... almost unsure of himself which starkly contrasted the image people often made of him. It was intriguing to say the least."It sounds like you've always had the heart of a true hero," Castiel commented steadily. "And Ellen sounds like a very interesting and very kind person to have aided in your rearing." He couldn't even recall his own parents and he had only on the rare occasion met any one of this brother's sidekicks. Such a close relationship wasn't overly common but it was good to see.

You: Dean shrugged and smiled at Castiel. "So...um are we supposed to be filling out this sheet?" He looked at the paper in front of them and made a face. "All this paperwork sucks. I super hate it. All I want to do is save people. I don't wan to do paperwork" he said. Dean cleared his throat and smiled at Castiel. "Okay...um what is your favorite color?"

Stranger: Castiel looked down at the sheet in amusement. "I believe so. I don't think they trust us to hold proper conversations and this is their way of forcing us to communicate. I don't see any of these questions will help anyone form lasting bonds and strength comradery and friendship," Castiel admitted with a small shake of his head. "My favorite color is yellow because it's a happy color. It reminds me of bees," Castiel informed him. "What's yours?" he asked, looking into his bad for a pencil distractedly.

You: Dean wrote down Castiel's answer and hummed a little. He looked up at Castiel and smiled again. "My favorite color is red." he pointed to his red plaid shirt. "My dad wears this color a lot and..." Dean shrugged. "I guess I just associate it with being safe" He looked over the sheet and laughed "I think they just took these questions from a speed dating event."

Stranger: Castiel wrote down the answer in his curling script and smiled at Dean's answer. That was as good a reason as any to like a color. "That would see a fair theory," Cas agreed with the speed dating postulate. "'Do you have any siblings?'" Castiel asked him, looking up to actually look him in the eye as he spoke this time. It was only polite.

You: Dean nodded "I have my kid brother, Sammy. He'll be a freshman next year" Dean brightened. "He's so smart, he's going to ace every class he's in" Dean honestly didn't care if Sam was a hero or not, his brother was going to be bomb at everything he did. "What about you?" He asked, he looked at the page and tapped his pencil against the sheet. After a few seconds he started sketching Castiel on the corner.

Stranger: And it became apparent to Castiel that Dean cared very deeply for his brother if the way his eyes brightened said anything for him. The absolute faith Dean had his in brother made Cas curious to meet him. He figured he would at some point if this assignment worked out. "I have four older brothers, an older sister, three younger brothers, and two younger sisters," he shrugged. "We're not all very close. I'm probably closest to my older brother Gabriel or my older sister Anna."

You: Dean nodded and quickly wrote it down. "Why aren't you close with your siblings?" He asked "I'm not trying to be nosy or anything...I'm just curious. If you don't want to answer you don't have to." Dean ducked his head. "I guess it's just weird to me..."

Stranger: Castiel looked down and sighed. "No, it's alright. I guess.... I don't know. One would expect us to be closer seeing as my older brothers became responsible for us after our dad left... but my older brothers are not very kind. They do not uphold the same moral code as I do and... I worry some days if they are not better considered super villains than super heroes. But the Novak name is an old one and people are too hesitant to realize what is occurring right in front of their nose. My younger siblings do not live with me. They live with my father and the new family he has established," he explained quietly.

You: Dean reached over and put his hand on Castiel's shoulder. "I'm really sorry about that....Hey...if you want you can come and hang out with me and Sam tonight? We're having a movie marathon of Star Wars" he grinned excitedly. "Nothing to do tomorrow so why not stay up late?"

Stranger: Castiel looked up at Dean in surprise and then smiled and nodded. "That sounds very nice. Thank you... although... you'll have to forgive me because I've never seen any of the Star Wars movies before," he admitted. He had a few friends - it wasn't like he was completely alone but it still surprised him when a new person wished to voluntarily spend time with him. He only apologized because Charlie often "disowned" him for not having seen Star Wars before despite her never attempting to remedy the situation.

You: Dean's eyes widened and he shook his head. "There is no way that you haven't seen...Shit are you serious?!" Dean shook his head and straightened his shoulders. "I will not stand for this Castiel, you must watch Star Wars with me tonight. I'll drive you home if you need stuff from there and then we can go to my house. This needs to be fixed at once."

Stranger: Castiel laughed quietly at Dean's reaction, drawing the attention of some of his friends (mostly Charlie and Kevin who looked like they had just witnessed the first sign of the apocalypse) but he didn't pay any mind to them. "I am very serious. I suppose if you insist then I'll allow myself to be brainwashed into joining this Star Wars cult," he agreed. "But no need to drive me home. I'll simply teleport there during my free period to retrieve anything I may need." Okay, so he didn't like using his power when there was no danger but until a show of strength, teleportation couldn't hurt anyone so he was a bit less rigid about that rule.

You: Dean nodded "Alright." he grinned "Your boyfriend must love the whole teleporting thing. Like...BAM and you're there." Dean shook his head. "Sorry, I know that's now what powers are used for. I'll meed you in the parking lot after school and I can drive you to my house. If you want you can stay the night too."

Stranger: Castiel blushed and shook his head, having to look away in embarrassment. "I don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend for that matter. Although, you shouldn't apologize, because if I did have a significant other, I'd be very tempted to allow the small abuse of power to 'BAM' and be there," Castiel admitted. "I'd like that very much. I shall meet you in the parking lot," he said happily. It's not like anyone would notice he wasn't home anyway. He had tested this several times before.

You: Dean grinned and winked at Castiel. "O d

You: (SORRY I'm not done)

You: "I'll make sure to keep that in mind." He flipped his paper over to the blank side and wrote /When Castiel will abuse his powers just a little/ across the top. "Number one....to go home during free period. Number two...late night meetings with a boyfriend/girlfriend" he looked up at Castiel and grinned. "Anything else I should know about you?"

Stranger: Castiel blushed at the title (well, and the wink but he's trying not to be a crushing school girl) and huffed because it made him feel like a bad person to admit he might abuse the teleporting bit just sometimes. "When I feel like having good pizza, sometimes I teleport to Italy so you can add that... Number three: for good food." Castiel smiled. "Hmmm. What else should you know about me...I don't know. I guess you'll just have to figure it out along the way," he said with a coy, playful smile. "He doesn't watch TV so he will get zero references," Charlie called over her shoulder as she walked up to the teacher's desk to sharpen her pencil. Castiel fought the childish urge to stick his tongue out at her.

You: Dean wrote it down and smiled again at Castiel. "So....if I ive you some money will you get us pizza from somewhere awesome tonight?" He asked, half teasing and half serious. He looked over at Charlie and shrugged. "So? He's still awesome. Besides...it means he's a virgin..." Dean paused and smirked at Cas. "To everything awesome. I plan on introducing him to all of them"

Stranger: Castiel considered it and shrugged. "Probably. I like good food," he admitted. What he didn't say is that he's probably walk to the other side of the planet if Dean asked him to because frankly that freaked Cas out himself. Castiel blushed at Dean calling him a virgin... to everything awesome but Charlie seemed to think it was a brilliant turn of phrase. "You do that, Winchester. Someone's gotta pop that cherry," Charlie smirked and winked before going back to the back of the room with her assigned hero. Castiel buried his face in his hands because he hate the girl he called his best friend more than anyone else on the planet at the moment.

You: Dean thought that Castiel blushing was just about the cutest fucking thing in the world, but he didn't want Castiel to be embarrased. He leaned over and put his hand on Castiel's arm. "Hey...don't worry about it, alright? I was just talking about shows. Sorry, I have a habit of making almost everything kind of dirty. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Stranger: Castiel nodded and lifted his chin, trying to just fake his way through his humiliation. "I'm aware you were just talking about shows. Charlie wasn't because she is the worst best friend in the history of everything," Castiel smiled wryly at the small jokes and pleaded with his eye for Dean to just drop it because he was literally going to die of embarrassment if he thought about this for a second longer. "You haven't made me uncomfortable," he assured.

You: Dean shrugged and nodded. "Okay then. Do you um...." he looked at the sheet desperateley and sighed in relief when the bell rang. He shoved the sheet into his backpack. "I'll see you later tonight" he said as he waved his hand at Castiel. "Don't be late, Cas"

Stranger: Castiel could sense the moment of awkwardness and grimaced. He felt very literally saved by the bell and offered Dean a small, relaxed smile and wave as they left each other. He put his paper away and grabbed his bag. During his free period, he did pop home and gather a few things in a small bag for tonight. Gabriel (who should not have been home) did stop him and ask him what he was doing, but Cas just told him the truth and was on his way again. After a long day of learning "hero support" such as public relations, knowing how to best complement your hero's powers, and a couple of tech classes that Cas elected to take, he found himself in the parking, looking around for Dean as casually as possible.

You: Dean had gone through the day, mostly reminding himself not to do what he normally did, not to tell dirty jokes because he didn't want to embarras Castiel again, even though it had been really cute making him blush. Dean texted his brother and told him that a friend was coming over to watch Star Wars and then he went out to the parking lot. Dean beamed when he saw Castiel and jogged over to him. He wrapped his arm around Castiel's shoulder. "Hey, you. I thought I'd scared you off" he joked.

Stranger: "I think it will take far more than some dirty jokes to scare me," Castiel informed Dean, fighting back (not very successfully) a grin at Dean's arm around his shoulder. It was true. Sure he had been embarrassed but he feared nothing about Dean - Dean was too good and kind and compassionate for anyone to fear, he thought. "So, where is your car?" He asked curiously, although he was looking at Dean and not around at the parking lot.

You: Dean lead Castiel over to his car, his Impala. He smiled and ran his hand over the car's hood. "This is my baby" He said proudly. "My dad gave her to me after Yellow eyes wrecked it a couple years ago. It was a bad..." Dean shook his head at the mention of the super villan that had almost killed his father. "Anyway...I spent the entire summer working for my uncle to earn enough money so that I could put her back together."

Stranger: Castiel stared at the beautiful car and nearly didn't catch was Dean was saying. He nodded slowly to show he was listening. "You must have a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into... her." Castiel commented as they got into the car. The interior was as beautiful as the exterior. It seemed to match Dean perfectly.

You: Dean nodded and slid into the car. "Yeah, she's my Baby" Dean said as he turned the car on. He started driving back to his house. "Hey....my dad might show up...I mean...he usually doesn't but he said he would possibly come back tonight...You're okay with that?"

Stranger: Castiel's eyebrows came together slowly upon hearing Dean's question. "It is his home. Why would I not be okay with that?" he inquired, very confused by the question. He didn't know much about Dean's dad outside of glimpses at newspapers and what his brothers said of him so he didn't quite understand. "If he comes, I can simply leave," he offered, figuring Dean and Sam would want to spend the evening with their father if he arrived.

You: Dean shook his head. "No you won't have to leave. I just.." Dean shrugged. "I don't know...some people think that my dad is scary. But you don't have to leave if he comes. Don't worry about it. You're my friend. You can stay with me."

Stranger: Castiel smiled softly and shook his head. "He's your father. I am sure if he raised you, he is a very honorable man," Castiel said confidently. "Besides, some people think my dad is scary... and he shifts himself into a bunny to cheer up sad kids when no one is looking so..." he shrugged. Chuck Novak had been off the circuit for several years now, since Castiel's mother died and Chuck decided to marry a nice human woman named Becky, leaving the children of his marriage to fend for themselves. But before, well, he had been known to strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest of heroes.

You: Dean laughed and smiled "That is awesome. I like your dad. He sounds great." he drove down his street. He parked his car in the garage and got out of the car. "Alright, I'm going to get the movie set up. Come on in, I'll get you something to eat"

Stranger: Castiel shrugged. At least one of them liked his dad because Castiel sure as hell didn't. He followed Dean out of the car and into the house quietly. It wasn't overly large or anything but it was quite nice. "You have a very lovely home," Castiel complimented, looking around.

You: Dean looked around and nodded "Yeah, I like it" he agreed and went into the kitchen. "Do you want some...um" he opened the fridge and smiled at Castiel. "There's leftover pizza, or some pasta and some Chinese" he said. "What do you want?"

Stranger: Castiel smiled at the offer and leaned in the doorway, not quite sure what to do with himself. "That's alright Dean. I'm not hungry. Thank you for the offer," he said politely. He very much appreciated the offer of food, but he had gone to China to get some real Chinese food during his lunch period. He was more than full.

You: Dean shrugged and nodded. "Alright, Sammy will be back from his nerd club in about an hour but we can start without him." Dean went to the living room and turned the TV on and put Star Wars into the DVD player. He flopped onto the couch and smiled at Castiel. "My house is your house"

Stranger: Nerd club? Castiel could only imagine the slew of things Dean would consider nerd club and smiled in amusement. He took a seat at the very edge of the couch and snorted softly at the way Dean flopped down. Yeah, Dean was much too cute for Castiel to properly process without embarrassing himself. He willed himself to relax a little more and nodded. "Which Star Wars are we beginning with?" Castiel asked to distract himself as he looked up at the screen.

You: "The original one" Dean announced proudly and smiled over at Castiel. He leaned over to Castiel "This is the only one you ever need to watch. Don't you dare listen to anyone else. "Only the classic, only the originals, okay" He looked at Castiel sternly, waiting for confirmation.

Stranger: Castiel lifted an eyebrow as Dean leaved over to him and tried not to smile at Dean's stern affirmation. "Sir, yes, sir. Only the classics and originals. None of those heathen remakes," he said seriously and then laughed softly, turning his head back to the screen to read the opening message.

You: Dean nodded and ruffled Castiel's hair. He discovered that he loved the feeling of Castiel's hair through his fingers but he couldn't just keep on doing that, so he sat back and stared at the screen, hoping that Castiel hadn't thought he was weird.

Stranger: Castiel smiled at the feeling of Dean's hand in his hair. He kinda liked it as much as he was usually fairly adverse to such affection. He settled down to watch the movie, the smile on his face a mix of Dean's proximity and the actual film. He found it very easy to relax as he got into the movie. His head lulling to one side in interest and his hands resting comfortably in his lap.

You: Dean wanted nothing more than to lean against Castiel during the movie. He loved ....cuddling and watching his favorite movies. And Castiel was amazing, he was funny and cute and Dean...no, there was no way he was falling in love with Castiel so soon. He'd just met the guy practically. He just really wanted to be around Castiel. It sort of...made him sad not to be leaning against Castiel and holding his hand. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn't a fucking girl.

Stranger: Castiel considered wrapping an arm around Dean's shoulder and pulling him close because he didn't care what it made him. He really just wanted to be closer to Dean. But he saw one problem with then, Dean was significantly taller than him and doing so would be a very awkward position for the both of them. So instead he did the next best thing and rested his head against Dean's shoulder and he just commented on the scene like nothing was out of place. ((Haven't actually seen Star Wars so... sorry))

You: Dean grinned when Castiel leaned against him and after a few seconds he raised his arm and wrapped his arm around Castiel's shoulders. He lightly ran his hand over the other boy's arm as they watched the movie and after about halfway through the movie he leaned his head against Castiel's .((it's okay I haven't seen it in forever))

Stranger: Castiel smiled at the feeling of Dean rubbing his arm and then pressing his head against Castiel's. Castiel wrapped an arm around Dean's torso... just because it was more comfortable of course. The movie probably had thirty minutes left when the front door suddenly opened and Castiel instinctively pulled away from Dean.

You: Dean made a sound of complaint when Castiel moved away and he sort of fell and landed in Castiel's lap. He looked up and grinned. "Hey...." he winked at Castiel and then glanced over to see his brother walking in. "Hey Sammy, we started without you, sorry" he patted the rest of the couch. "Come and watch. Cas said he would get pizza later"

Stranger: Castiel chuckled softly when Dean fell into his lap and then winked at him. Oh, god, that was adorable and embarrassing and perfect. Could Dean get more perfect? Perhaps if he had Chris Evan's pecks, but that's about it and Cas was quite happy with how Dean looked as is. Sam looked between the two boys with raised eyebrows. "Am I interrupting something?" he teased his big brother as he tossed his bag down and kicked his shoes off. He took a seat in the recliner because no way was he sharing a couch with those two.

You: Dean sat up and shook his head. "I fell Sammy" He protested. "There was perfectly innocent cuddling going on and then Cas moved" He glared at Cas playfully "And I fell. And now you have to switch the movies Sammy. This one is over." Dean moved into the middle and wrapped his arm around Castiel again.

Stranger: Sam rolled his eyes. "Perfectly innocent cuddling, my ass. Perfectly innocent swapping spit," he mumbled and shook his head but he did get up and put in the next movie. Castiel had blushed at Dean's comment but he got about ten times redder at Sam's mumbling. But he didn't move away from Dean's arm around him. He just leaned into Dean again, quite content with their perfectly innocent cuddling.

You: "Trust me Sammy, when Cas and I swap spit you'll pray for the days of perfectly innocent cuddling like we're doing now" Dean said with a grin. He really hoped his comment hadn't scared Castiel and that the other boy wouldn't move away because this was really comfortable.

Stranger: Sam made a face at his big brother because he didn't doubt it with Dean. And it was gross. But he just pressed play and climbed back into the recliner without comment. Castiel was pretty sure if he blushed any more he was doing to lose feeling in his limbs. "Oh my.... did you really just say that?" Castiel mumbled and shook his head lightly. But he just moved his arm to hold Dean a little closer (hell, the only way he could get closer now was if he sat in Dean's lap which he was not going to do - no way) to show him he wasn't put off by the comment at all.

You: Dean nodded "Yeah...I really did." He agreed. "And....I always mean what I say, Castiel" he turned his head so that he was speaking into Castiel's ear. "I want to know what makes you happy and what makes you sad and how I can fix things for you and I want to be around you and I know that I'm such a cheeseball and that I don't really know you but...that's what I want. Okay?"

Stranger: A small, strangled noise rose in Castiel's throat at that and his eyes widened. He turned his head to look up at Dean in shock. It took him a couple of seconds to realize he was staring dumbly into Dean's eyes and glanced away for a moment before looking at Dean again and nodding. "Uh huh. O-okay," he whispered in a small voice because what the hell else could he do? He was surprised he got that much out.

You: Dean grinned and nodded "Okay. I'll ask you on a real date tomorrow." He said "For now, just watch the movie." He ran his hand up and down Castiel's arm again and after a while he began carding his fingers through Castiel's hair.

Stranger: Castiel beamed and nodded again. Dean wanted to ask him on a date? A real date? That was... that was beautiful and unexpected and how did he get this lucky? Of course, this also meant Dean would have to find a different sidekick and Castiel a different hero because you weren't supposed to have romantic entanglements with your partner, but whatever. They'd figure that out later. For now, Castiel turned his head back to the TV and leaned it against Dean's shoulder again so he could relax under Dean's gentle touches as they watched the movie.

You: About halfway through the last movie Dean's father came home. Dean stiffened a little but didn't move. John came into the living room and looked over the boys gathered there. "Bed before one boys" He said sternly. "There's chores in the morning."

Stranger: Castiel had been about to move away when Dean stiffened but Dean didn't move so Cas wasn't sure what to do. John didn't seem to care. Just wanted everyone to get some sleep. Wow. That was... definitely a change of pace from his own home. "Alright, Dad. Movie's almost over anyway," Sam promised, rubbing his eyes already. "Think I'm gonna hit the sack early if that's okay with you, Dean," Sam said, getting up and stretching because he was exhausted and it was late anyway. He just didn't want his big brother to be mad at him for ditching the movie marathon early. Since Cas was there, he doubted Dean would mind.

You: Dean nodded and smiled at Sam. "Night Sammy." he said and curled against Castiel more comfortably. "Are you staying the night?" He asked after the movie finished, about twenty minutes later. He really hoped so, he wanted Cas to stay with him for a whole lot longer.

Stranger: Castiel happily curled up with Dean through the rest of the movie. He nodded at Dean's question. "Yeah, if that's okay. I think I might accidentally leave an arm here if I tried teleporting home now," he admitted, covering his yawn with his hand. He wasn't that tired. Not really. He was just... comfortable.

You: Dean beamed and nodded. "Sounds awesome. I mean, not the loosing an arm part...but the you staying here part. Come on, my room is down the hallway. You....can share with me if you want. It's a pretty big bed" Dean offered.

Stranger: Castiel smiled. "Yeah, that sounds nice," he agreed, "The staying here part. Not the losing the arm part," he teased just a little bit and winked. Then he stood up with Dean and followed him down the hall to his bedroom. He was right, it was a pretty big bed. More than enough for two. Plus, if he got to spend a little extra time cuddling with Dean then it was all worth it.

You: Dean nodded and went to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of captain america boxer briefs "I'm going to take a shower." he frowned. "um...I usually only sleep in underwear...is that a problem? Should I wear some...." he shook his head and grabbed some pajama pants and a shirt. "I'm going to go take a shower really quick, I'll be back in less than ten minutes"

Stranger: Castiel watched as Dean bumbled about what he should wear to bed and Cas didn't even have a chance to tell Dean he didn't mind what Dean chose to wear before he was changing his mind. "Dean, wear whatever makes you comfortable," Castiel told him with a small laugh. Yep, Dean was adorable. He grabbed his own bag and started rummaging through it for his own pajamas. Once Dean was out of the room, Cas used the moment of privacy to change out of his jeans and button up shirt into some red plaid pajama pants. He didn't bother with a shirt. He didn't usually wear one to bed anyway.

You: Dean showered as quickly as he could. He dried off and dressed. Then he went back into his room. His mouth went a little dry when he saw Castiel's bare chest. He smiled and went over to Castiel. He pulled off his shirt and then dropped onto the bed. "Did ya miss me Cas?" Dean asked with a smile.

Stranger: Castiel had been sitting on the side of Dean's bed, just sort of fiddling with the loose thread and looking at the pictures and posters Dean had up around the room. He smiled when Dean came in and sat down beside him. He smiled and rolled his eyes. "Not at all. What I do miss is the silence that seems to flee the room every time you enter," Castiel joked with bright eyes, trying not to stare at Dean's bare chest.

You: (hey if we get disconnected my email is [email protected])) Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah whatever you big baby. Come on, I'm tired and want to go to sleep" Dean smiled and hoped that Castiel wouldn't make fun of his pajamas. Captain america all over them. They were his favorites because he looked up to Captain America.

Stranger: Castiel chuckled and nodded. He was tired too.... well, tired enough to sleep anyway. He shifted back on the bed and pulled back the covers, and then paused. "Where do you usually sleep on the bed?" He asked curiously. Castiel usually slept smack in the middle of his own bed but he didn't want to make Dean uncomfortable if he had a side of whatever.

You: Dean smiled and moved to the side of the bed that was pressed against the wall. "I like having the support because I lean against it." he said and got himself situated like he normally did. "Where do you sleep in your bed?" he asked

Stranger: Castiel smiled and crawled under the covers after Dean. "Usually, right in the middle with a big fort of pillows all around me," he admitted. He once read that people who left with a lot of pillows were often depressed but he didn't think that statistic always held true. Dean's bed... definitely did not have the makings for a pillow fort but whatever. He wasn't exactly sure how to tell Dean he kinda wanted him to hold him or if he even should, so he ended up just kinda propped up on his elbow with the covers around his waist.

You: Dean smiled once Castiel was situated and moved closer to him. He wrapped his arm around Castiel's waist and cuddled close to the other boy. "I have more pillows. I just only use a couple and they ended up on the floor so I put them in the hall closet. If you want them I can go and get them"

Stranger: Castiel sighed and settled in against Dean quite contently. "That's okay. I've got the best pillow right here," Castiel said softly. A pillow. One day he would tell someone that he called Dean Winchester a pillow and they'd look at him like he was crazy but for now Dean was very comfortable and very warm and Cas wasn't complaing. Although, he did grab the extra pillow that was just laying over on the other side doing nothing and tucked it up under his head.

You: Dean nodded and pressed his lips lightly against Castiel's forehead. "And I've got the best heater in the world" He said with a grin. He closed his eyes and lightly scratched Castiel's back as he fell asleep.

Stranger: Oh yeah. Dean was going to be the death of him. Castiel smiled softly and closed his eyes. He just focused on the feeling of Dean's hand on his back and his slowing breathes until soon he too was falling alseep - probably sleeping better than he had in years.

You: Dean slept peacefully and when he woke up in the morning, Castiel was still asleep. Dean smiled like an idiot and rested his head on his hand and watched Castiel sleep, trying to trace all the contours of his face. How the hell had he fallen so hard for someone he didn't even know? It was getting ridiculous.

Stranger: When Castiel woke in the morning, he could sense something was off. He was... oh yeah. He'd spent the night with Dean. He groggily recollected the events of the day before and a small smile twisted on his lips. "Are you watching me sleep?" Castiel whispered without opening his eyes. He could tell Dean was away but the rhythm of his breathing.

You: "That would be creepy and weird, Cas" Dean pointed out with a grin. "How the hell can you tell?" he asked "I...I'm really sorry, I'll stop" he rolled over Castiel so that he could get out of bed. He straddled Castiel for a moment and kissed his nose before getting out of bed fully. "What do you want for breakfast?"

You: (BRB)

Stranger: "Your breathing is softer when you're sleeping," Castiel pointed out as he slowly opening his eyes. He smiled at the small kiss and pushed himself up into a sitting position when Dean rolled off of him. "Not creepy. Kinda adorable," Castiel assured him and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "A full English breakfast, to be honest. We should go to England," he suggested with a lazy smile.

You: Dean raised his eyebrows. "Can you take people with you?" he asked "Because that sounds awesome" Castiel looked so fucking cute when he just woke up. Dean wanted to just stay in bed and kiss him until they couldn't breathe and watch dumb movies unil they fell asleep again

Stranger: Castiel nodded. "I can take whole busloads of people with me. I think I can handle you... but first I'm gonna steal your shower and get some clothes on. Even the English expect some hygiene," Castiel said, yawning and she moved out of the bed, stretching and rolling his neck. "Where's the bathroom?" He asked.

You: Dean smiled and raised his eyebrows. "I could join you in the shower" he teased. "It's down the hall last door on the left. Feel free to use anything of mine that you want."

Stranger: Castiel rolled his eyes and smiled sleepily. "Don't tempt me, Winchester. Get me thinking like that and I might leave half of you behind on our way to breakfast," Castiel smirked and then grabbed his bag. "Give me five or ten minutes and I'll be right as rain," he promised and then headed down the hall to go clean up.

You: Dean nodded and started getting dressed. It took him longer than he expected. He couldn't decide on what to wear because this was technically a date and he din't want to look stupid. He held up several different shirts after picking his favorite pair of pants that made his ass look fantastic. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "When the hell did I turn into such a girl?" He demanded, looking at the three different options of shirts on his bed.

Stranger: Castiel cleaned up fast, washing everything and brushing his hair and teeth. When he came to getting dressed, he just pulled on the pants he had brought with him but popped back to his room for a quick second to get a different shirt because he wasn't wearing a t-shirt on his date. Instead he got a nice light blue button up to with his dark jeans. When he walked back into Dean's room, he smiled to see him looking at different choices for shirts. "Go with the red. It compliments your eyes," Castiel suggested.

You: Dean turned around and smiled at Castiel. He pulled on the red shirt. "It's...kind of an old one" he said but it was his favorite. How had Castiel known that? He looked Castiel over. "You look...really good too Castiel" he said, going over to him and holding his hand. "Are we still going to do that...England thing?" he asked.

Stranger: "Thanks. You look very nice yourself," Castiel nodded and put his bag down, figuring he could grab it later and he wouldn't really need it. He had his wallet. "Of course." He moved and wrapped an arm around Dean's waist and winked. "Close your eyes. This might make you a bit sick," he warned him before the he made them both disappear from Dean's room in the next instant. They should be back before anyone even knew they were gone. It would be fine... he was sure. The next moment, they were standing in the alley off one of the main streets in London.

You: Dean wrapped his arms tightly around Castiel's waist and hid his face in the other boy's neck. He hated any way of travel that wasn't driving. When they stopped he looked around with his eyes wide. "Wow....I've never been anywhere but...home" he said quietly, holding Castiels hand as he stepped out of the alley.

Stranger: Castiel laced their fingers today and grinned as he watched Dean's reaction. "Well, Dean, welcome to the other side of the pond. I promise it is much less glamorous than what you might think," he chuckled and started slowly leading Dean down the road to a little cafe. "Maybe when we have more time, I can take you sight seeing," he offered.

You: Dean nodded and followed Castiel. "I like this view" He said a bit from behind Castiel. He was shamelessly looking at Castiel's ass. "I would love to come sightseeing...anywhere you want to take me." he said with a nod. "I take it you travel a lot....so that would probably be boring for you"

Stranger: Castiel laughed at Dean, blushing slightly. Even in a foreign country Dean had never been too, he had the upper hand over Cas in making him embarrassed. Damn. "Stop check out my ass," Cas huffed and shook his head. "I do travel a lot, but doing anything with you would be far from boring," he promised. "I'll take you anywhere you want to go. Show you my favorite places. Teach you my favorite languages," he offered.

You: "Yes. Of course I want to do that." Dean nodded and scooted closer to Castiel. "I want to be around you for a long time. Cas....I..." Dean shrugged "I don't even know how to explain it."

You: (Did you get that? My internet is going in and out

Stranger: Castiel smiled and wrapped an arm around Dean and pulled him in for a hug. "You don't have to explain. I feel the same way," Castiel assured him quietly. Then he let go to pull Dean into the cafe.

Stranger: ((Yeah, I did!))

You: Dean smiled and nuzzled against Castiel's cheek. "Okay, I'm really glad you feel the same way. I would feel really stupid if you didn't. Let's eat, I'm starving. I'll pay, you brought us here" Dean smiled and hesitated for a second before kissing Castiel's cheek.

Stranger: Castiel smiled at the kiss on his pink-tinged cheeks. "Oh, really? You're going to pay? You have British sterling?" Castiel teased as he led Dean over to a seat and handed him one of the menus that sat on the table. A waitress or a waiter would be by sooner or later to get their orders. He had been to this very cafe often enough to know.

You: Dean flushed and shook his head. "Well....no but...I have my debit card...that counts doesn't it?" he asked "Or only allowed to pay with cash?" Dean frowned and looked over the menu. "I don't even know if this stuff is good. Um....what do you usually get here?"

Stranger: "Don't you think your bank would be surprised if suddenly your card was used in London, England without any warning?" Castiel said slowly, smiling. "But yes, they can run debit here. But I'm paying. I have some cash on me," he looked down at the menu. "Usually the pancakes with a side of sausage and eggs and coffee to drink," he said softly. "It's really very similar the American food, Dean. Although, they use fewer spices so some things can be a little bland. The waffles are good. So are the scones."

You: Dean nodded. "Okay, you're right. I'll call my bank and let them know that I'll be skipping around different countries so they won't freak out" Dean said with a smile. "You can order for me....surprise me and I'll....sit here and look at you because you are so adorable" he smiled at Castiel.

Stranger: Castiel smiled and shrugged. His own bank was never surprised when he charged something in the morning in England and in the evening in Italy or India or China or Japan or so one and so forth. "Wait until we go to France and their menus are completely in French. That'll be me surprising you." The waitress came then and asked them what they'd like to drink. He ordered them both his usual and the waitress smiled and promised to have their coffee right out. Castiel looked back at Dean with a smile. "So, I'm adorable, am I?" He asked with a chipper smile.

You: Dean grinned and nodded. "Cuter than five hundred kittens " Dean said firmly. "Because everyone knows that those are the cutest thing on the planet." Dean put his chin in his hands. "I'm never going to get tired looking at you. I just know it" Dean said contentedly. He reached over and held Castiel's hand.

You: (Okay I gotta go you have my email right? [email protected] please email me because this is so freaking cute!)

Stranger: ((Yeah! I'll email you!))

You: (kay night))

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I like sleeping, Sometimes!

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You: SO I HAVE THIS IDEA FOR A RP....Pirate!Dean and Cas is engaged to Sam who isn't a pirate but a prince and all around everyone sees Sam as better but they have to go on a quest together and Castiel falls in love with dean

Stranger: YES

You: REALLY?! Okay give me a minute and I'll try to make a starter. It might suck..sorry but give me a couple of minute.

You: s

Stranger: Yeah take your time!

You: Dean was looking at the letter that had gotten to him about a week ago, from his brother, Sam, the one who hadn't left to follow his dreams. Both of them had wanted to be pirated and sail the seas but Dean was the one who'd left. And been practically disowned, he would have been if it hadn't been for Sam who insisted that their father couldn't banish Dean.  Dean, I know we haven't spoken in a long time but....I'm meeting the person I'm going to marry on my birthday. Dad arranged it and I think it's going to be really happy because he seems really happy. So...if you could come that would be great. Because I haven't seen you in years....Anyway...I hope to see you soon. Sam And so Dean was on his way back, his crew was all around him, mostly stunned that he'd even agreed to go back home. "How soon are we going to be there?" he asked Jo and she laughed. "In less than an hour, I can see the shore from here." she answered.  When they got there Dean went up to the castle and was quickly divested of all of his weapons. He went in and soon found Sam because he was the tallest person there. Sam hugged him and clapped him on the shoulder. "You came...I want you to meet someone. This is Castiel, he's the man I'm going to marry"  Dean's jaw almost dropped when he saw Castiel, dressed in royal blue and standing next to his brother. "Castiel...I'm Dean." he said with a smile.

Stranger: (Sorry if it takes me a while to respond)

You: ((sorry it took so long....basically if you've seen sinbad from like....nine years ago...that's where I got this))

Stranger: (Alright. Sounds cool!)

Stranger: (Sorry..How long would you like my responses to be? Just wondering)

You: (I don't mind! I'm just happy you're doing this with me!!))

Stranger: (Okay great!)

Stranger: Castiel nodded his head in respect, a small smile on his face. "I've heard great things about you, Dean. It's very nice to meet you." He spoke and held his hand out, looking up at him.

Stranger: (I'm sorry if my responses are super short... :( )

You: Dean laughed "Well I am pretty great. You're just lucky that I don't like being stuck in one place" he winked at Castiel and smiled at Sam. "you've got yourself a good one, Sammy" he said quietly.  Sam went over and wrapped his arm gently around Castiel's waist. "I know."

Stranger: Castiel blushed from Dean's wink, looking down. He then looked up at Sam and leaned into him. "And I know I've picked a good one as well.." He replied, taking Sam's hand and intertwining their fingers together.

You: Dean nodded and looked back "Alright well..I came and I saw you but...I can see Dad giving me the eye and the guards are getting twitchy. They probably think I'm gonna steal something" he grinned and bowed to both of them before stepping back. "Then again, I might have already done that. Best of luck figuring out what it was" Dean turned and ran out of the hall, grabbing his weapons at the table.  "Dean!" Sam shouted "What did you steal?" Sam yelled, running after his brother, leaving Castiel. Dean turned around and looked at his brother innocently. "Nothing" he replied. I would never steal anything from you..." He trailed off when a guard searched his crew and came up with most of the jewelry from the party.  "Well it wasn't me" he pointed out.

Stranger: Castiel walked up to the two of them. "Is.. Everything alright, Sam?" He asked as he looked up at him. He glanced at Dean with a concerned and sad expression. "Dean..why would you..I mean...h-how could you?" He asked softly.

You: Dean held his hands up innocently. "I didn't steal anything" He rolled his eyes and walked away. "I'll see you later Sammy, I've got stuff I need to do. The tide is rolling out."  As he walked away he pulled a ruby pendant out of his pocket. It had been their mothers. He smiled and put it back in his pocket. He'd been wanting to steal it from his father for years. And now it was his, he was never going to give it back.

You: (gotta go switch laundry real quick brb)

Stranger: (Alright)

You: (back)

Stranger: Castiel walked after Dean, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Please..stay, Dean. Celebrate with us, will you?" he asked, his icy blue eyes staring into his electric green ones.

You: Dean shook his head and smiled. "Nah, I've got things I need to do. I would say you can come with me....but you...you're getting married to him" Dean shrugged. "Sorry"

Stranger: "Please.. Dean." Castiel frowned, upset that he wouldnt stay. "What's more important than this?" He asked softly, gesturing to everyone and especially Sam.

You: "I know. I'm just not one for sticking around" Dean said with a shake of his head. "No one is really gonna miss me." he smiled and winked at Castiel. " 'Sides, you've got someone to keep you happy. Sammy's the best kind of guy"

Stranger: "..but you'll come back? Right?" Castiel asked, becoming more and more interested about Dean's life and adventures. He looked at him with squinted eyes, not quite understanding why he had to leave so early.

You: Dean shrugged "Probably not." he replied. He bowed again "I'll see you around Cas." he said and went to his ship.

Stranger: "Sam.. I'm not feeling too well. I have to get some air." Castiel said before leaning up and kissing him. He opened the door and jogged to Dean's ship. "Dean!" He called out, panting.

You: Sam followed after Castiel. "Where are you going?" he called but he quickly was stopped by people who wanted to talk him. Dean looked back and frowned when he saw Castiel. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" he asked "Go back..." he frowned when the ship started moving. "I guess I'll drop you off in the next port"

Stranger: Castiel looked back at the castle, a million thoughts running through his head. He thought about jumping off and swimming, but he had so many questions for Dean and his crew. He sighed and sat on the deck, running a hand through his hair. "What did I just do.." He muttered, knowing that Sam would be furious.

You: Dean rolled his eyes. "I don't really have time for a useless person on this ship. You can stay with Impala" he smiled and grabbed Castiel's hand. He pilled him to a closet and pushed Castiel inside. "Sorry I have to work"

Stranger: "Wait! Please! I-I can help!" Castiel said, beginning to panic. Who knows how long he would be stuffed in there! Or worse..forgotten. "Dean.." He called out.

Stranger: (I'm really sorry, but I have to go now :( . Do you have kik if you want to continue?)

You: (yeah I was about to say the same thing. I think its jaysmith247 let me double check)

Stranger: (Alright. Mine is

You: (yep that's it)

Stranger: (Alright I'll kik you. Bye.)

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Dating AU! Where work and the need not to smell caused me to loose this RP :(

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You both like destiel, and castiel.

Stranger: [Dating!Destiel. Human AU. Cas doesn't actually know Dean takes full care of Sam. Sam got hurt causing Dean to have to deal with it all night. Cas can be mad and even assume the worst of Dean, I don't mind.] Hey, Cas, look, I'm sorry. I know I was supposed to pick you up a while ago but something came up. DW [21]

You: Castiel looked at his phone, he'd spent an hour getting ready. Not because he was vain or anything but because....they'd been dating for about three months and he'd gotten Dean a present because he'd seen the Star Wars Christmas ornament and hadn't been able to resist So he'd gotten it for Dean and of course he wanted to look nice for Dean so he'd spend an hour getting ready. He frowned when he saw the message. He'd been waiting for about half an hour and stopped pacing. He dropped the box with the ornament onto the couch and sat down.  It...It's fine. I know you're busy.-CN He didn't want to be clingy. That would be the worst thing in the world to do. He couldn't be demanding or rude. So he would just get over it.

Stranger: It's not fine. I'm so fucking sorry, baby. DW

You: Dean it's totally fine. Don't worry about it-CN

Stranger: Cas. DW

You: Dean. I mean it. Everything is okay. I'll see you...later?-Cn

You: CN

Stranger: Not tonight, kay? DW

You: Okay. Let me know-CN Castiel sighed and went back upstairs to his room. He put the gift for Dean on his shelf and shook his head before going into the bathroom so he could take a shower and go to bed because he wasn't going out tonight.

Stranger: You okay? DW

You: Once he was out of the shower he checked his phone and smiled.  Yeah, Dean I'm great! I'll....I miss you. But I'm not mad at you-CN

Stranger: Promise? DW

You: Cross my heart and hope to die-CN

Stranger: No dying. DW

You: Of course not-CN I got you a present-CN Castiel sent Dean a picture of the ornament to prove his point.

Stranger: Jesus, Cas. And all I did was fucking....nothing. DW

You: There wasn't any reason to do anything...I just saw it and thought of you-CN I thought you would like it. You don't have to get me anything-CN

Stranger: I'm gonna. DW

You: No Dean. You don't need to-CN

Stranger: I want to. DW

You: I don't want anything though.-CN

Stranger: Why not? DW

You: It's a really cheesy answer and you're gonna think I'm a girl-CN

Stranger: I'm enough? DW

You: Yeah.-CN

Stranger: Lame. DW

You: Shut up. You'd say the same thing-CN I mean....I don't need anything-CN

Stranger: But what do you want? Something you'd never buy yourself. DW

You: Dean....There isn't much I wouldn't buy myself.. I mean....I just mention to my parents that I want something...and...I have it within a week...-CN I want you to make me something. Something hand made by you?-CN

Stranger: Hand made? DW

Stranger: What are we, twelve? DW

You: Sorry it was a dumb idea. Whatever you want to give me I will love-CN

Stranger: I'll figure something out. I'll ask my brother when he wakes up, he's good at shit like that. DW

Stranger: Or...uh, when I see him..DW

You: Okay. Hey....I'm...I'm really tired. I'll text you in the morning okay?-CN Tell Sam hi for me when you see him-CN Castiel wasn't really tired. he was disappointed and he felt like he was a screw up because he felt like he'd done something wrong and he...he was a little upset with Dean for not coming over. But he couldn't blame Dean. He couldn't be clingy, he didnt' want to scare Dean off.

Stranger: Yeah, I will. Night babe. DW Dean couldn't help but feel like shit for ... not lying, but not telling the whole truth. Cas was cool, he wouldn't be freaked out...would he?

You: Castiel turned his phone off and pulled the blanket over his face, not bothering to turn the lights off. He just felt awful. He'd been so happy and excited and...now it was ruined. He was such a fucking girl. His night ruined by a boy not picking him up.

You: (I have to pee because it's a commercial back soon please don't leave this is cute.)

Stranger: Dean nodded off next to his little brother in the hospital chair, phone on loud in case Cas decided he wasn't okay anymore.

You: (back)

You: Castiel woke up the next morning and texted Dean because he didn't want Dean to think he was mad.

You: Hey how did you sleep?-CN

Stranger: Hardly. DW

You: What? Why? What happened?-CN

Stranger: Just, long night. DW

You: Oh. Okay then-CN Castiel slid his phone into his pocket and shook his head. He went down to the kitchen and smiled when he saw the housekeeper, Martha starting to bake holiday treats.  Hey.....um....we're making cookies today....if you want to come over?-CN

Stranger: I can't today. I gotta ... take care of something. DW

You: Oh....right okay. Have a good day...I'll probably be busy cooking...but if you want you can come over.-CN

Stranger: Oh I want. DW

Stranger: I just...busy. DW

You: That's totally okay. I know you're busy with....stuff.-CN Castiel actually had no idea what Dean did when he disappeared all the time. But Dean would never cheat on him. Castiel knew that.

Stranger: Yeah...Stuff. I'm so sorry, baby. DW

You: It's fine Dean. Told you already. Perfectly okay. -CN

Stranger: [delayed] Maybe you can come over tomorrow. Before 3. Like..noonish. DW

You: Yeah that sounds great! I'll bring you some of the stuff we make today!-CN

Stranger: Only cookies today? DW

You: I think Martha wants to make everything today so that we only have to clean up once-CN

Stranger: Pie? DW

You: Yeah she's already started on the crust. I'm cutting apples-CN

Stranger: Jesus Christ. And here I'm stuck here for a couple more fucking hours and you have piiiiie. DW

You: Where are you?-CN

Stranger: You don't want to know. DW

You: Castiel glared at his phone and stuck his tongue out at the device before putting it away from all the baking that was going on and starting to focus solely on cutting apples. How did Dean know what he wanted? And what the hell was this keeping stuff from him and ditching him?

Stranger: Dean realized he fucked up but ignored it, that was what he did best. When the hospital said he could take Sam home he did. Stupid kid, busting his shoulder.

You: Castiel spent the day taking out all his hurt and anger on the food he was making. Martha looked like she wanted to say something for a while but she eventually just decided to leave him alone. He worked faster when he was frustrated.

Stranger: Later that night after silence from his boyfriend Dean picked up his cell again. Sam was in bed, insisting he couldn't miss school tomorrow so he was going to sleep off the pain meds.  Cas? DW

You: Castiel was laying in bed and groaning because he was so tired, his feet hurt and he wanted to just fall asleep. He frowned at his phone and looked at the new message.  Yeah Dean?-CN

Stranger: You okay? DW

You: I told you I was baking all day today. I'm just tired. It was a little bi more tiring than I thought it would be.-CN

Stranger: Okay, well I'm just making sure. DW

You: Yeah, I'm fine.-CN [Delay] What did you do today?-C

Stranger: Just hung out with Sammy and stuff. DW

You: Hope you had a good day-CN

You: (Hey I have to go to bed do you want to continue by gmail or kik?)

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SO I WAS WATCHING THIS SHOW AND BLATANTLY STOLE THE PLOT LINE

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You: Castiel didn't speak at school. He'd decided that people were backstabbing jerks a long time ago. So he just avoided them. He kept his head down and avoided eye contact. He went to work at the bakery, smiled and was polite to all the customers; ignored the slightly uncomfortable gaze of an older man and went home. Then he repeated the process. He was walking up the stairs when he felt a hand grab his ass. He heard giggling and whirled around to kick the other person. He heard a thump and then froze at the top of the stairs when he saw Dean Winchester on the ground and Dean's friend, Ash; who grabbed at anything with an ass standing next to him looking surprised. “Don't touch me” He snapped, his cheeks going red before walking quickly away, before something happened.

Stranger: (Looking for prompt, can Rp as Cas or Dean.)

Stranger: Dean held his cheek before watching the person practically flee. Ash helped him up and he looked over at him. "Dude, who was that?" he asked. "Castiel, the quiet kid that doesn't talk or look at anyone. He never really reacts to anything, except maybe that." he commented. Dean nodded a little, rubbing his cheek a bit. "You owe me for taking that kick." he said before walking to class, thinking about a certain blue eyes. He'll pay a visit to him after class.

You: Castiel sat in his next class, ignoring the glares from the other people in the room who had seen or heard what he'd done to Dean. When school ended he went to his locker to pick up his books and about a dozen notes fell out. He picked up one and threw it back on the ground when he saw that it was a note saying that he was an ass for kicking the innocent Dean like that. He put his books away and walked out to the corner of the school where a kitten lived. Cas usually fed it the rest of his lunch. He crouched in the dirt and put the scraps of meat on a napkin and watched as the kitten ate. He was worried about what Dean would do to him. Not that Dean knew who he was. But he was scared.

Stranger: Dean walked out to the courtyard to where he would normally play with the cat and give it snacks before he saw someone already crouching there. He arched a brow before he realized who that was. He walked over to him and peered a little over him. "So you're the one who feeds him. No wonder how he is getting so fat." he commented.

You: Castiel's head whipped around and he fell onto his butt into the dirt. "What are you doing here?" he stammered. He sat up and slowly got to his feet, even though if he was in for a beating the ground was probably a better place to be at. "I...I do feed the cat. I'm sorry I'll stop. I'll find a different one"

Stranger: "What?" Dean looked at him oddly. "You mean there are other kittens around? And you've only been feeding one?" he arched a brow before laughing a little stooping down and gently petting the kitten. "You're getting so chubby." he said, taking out the small scraps he had and giving it to the kitten as well. He got up after and looked at Castiel. "You kicked me this morning." he said. "Quite the kick too, you had really good form." he rubbed his cheek a little with a small smile. "What, do you do martial arts or something?" he asked.

You: Castiel frowned and looked at the ground. "Um....yes, I do.....I'm sorry I kicked you I didn't mean to....your friend....I meant to kick him and not you but...you were there and I'm sorry." he rubbed the back of his neck and stared at Dean as he played with the kitten. "I haven't...seen any other cats around. No"

Stranger: "Don't mention it. Ash is a dick sometimes." Dean shrugged before picking up the kitten and gently scratching it under its chin, hearing it purr. He looked back up at Castiel. "I'm Dean." he greeted. "And you're Castiel." he pointed out. "Nice to meet you. Sure as one hell of a greeting though." he laughed. "Cas, can I call you that?" he asked.

You: "I....don't mind" Castiel said slowly. He picked up the napkin he'd put on the ground for the cat and stuffed it into his pocket. "Thank you for not being angry....I promise I won't do it again." He gave a short nod. "Bye, Dean" he turned around and started walking slowly to the bakery, still not convinced that Dean wasn't angry about getting kicked in the face. But Dean /said/ it was fine....

Stranger: Dean put down the kitten and saw it scamper off as he jogged over to Cas. "Wait, were are you going?" he asked curiously.

You: "To....work?" Castiel replied, glancing over at Dean. "Where are you going?" he kept his hands in his pockets and stopped walking because he didn't want to be rude or anything.  (SO this idea was based off an anime! It's cute))

Stranger: (Yes, I definitely knew that XD)

Stranger: (Tanchibana? Something like that right?)

You: (Yah thats the girls name. I'm watching it rn. It's so cute and dumb. It's on Hulu))

Stranger: "Well I'm kinda just following you." Dean smiled, stopping after. "You're not mad at me are you?" he asked curiously.

Stranger: (I love the anime :3 and the manga. )

You: "Why are you following me?" Castiel asked, shaking his head. "I'm...not mad at you. Why would I be mad at you?"

You: (I've only seen a couple but I really liked them. And I don't read manga but my cousin does.)

Stranger: Dean shrugged, "I don't know. I thought you might be. So we're friends?" he asked with a smile.

Stranger: (I used to read more manga and watch anime but eh. No time. But i definitely know that anime. I could tell from the start of your thing I was like huh...this sounds familiar.)

You: "No. I kicked you and now you're following me. That's what we are" Castiel replied. He paused and pulled a bandage out of his pocket. "Here. You have....scratches"  (I thought it would be cute as destiel. That's all))

Stranger: Dean took the bandage and opened it to see little bees on it. He smiled a little and put it on his cheek. "Well I'm not like stalking you to your work place, just wanted to talk but you said you're not mad and I'm not mad. So we can be friends." he said before fumbling in his pockets for a crumbled ball of paper and a pen. He scribbled his name and number on it. "Call me if you need anything Cas." he smiled. "I won't stalk you to work, but seriously. Let's be friends."

You: "I won't need to call you" he mumbled but took the paper anyway. He looked at Dean and then the paper. "Thank you, I guess" Castiel paused. "I have to go to work now." he announced. "Good bye, for real this time"

Stranger: "Bye Cas." Dean waved before putting his hands in his pockets and humming, walking back to the school. He was in a good mood despite being kicked and being called a stalker. Cas was interesting.

You: Castiel went to work and served customers politely. He ignored the man who always seemed to be there. He figured the man just really loved the pastries that were served here.  (I know this is super lame of me but do you want to continue by email or kik?)

Stranger: (Uhm, email please.)

You: Okay I'm [email protected] do you want to send your response there? I'll put this log on my tumblr so we can go back and read it. I'll leave your email out of it though. Sorry again I just have work in the morning and I don't want to be tired))

Stranger: Okay, that's fine :3

Stranger: have a good night

Stranger: don't work too hard

You: Okay see you on email! I'm really sorry that I have to sleep!

You: I wont lol

You: byeeee

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[sometimesrpsgetlost]

Soulmate AU is my fave

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You: (Soulmate AU) Castiel was in his junior year of high school. He should have been a senior but he kept on getting pulled out of school to go to the hospital. His soulmate left a lot of marks on Castiel’s skin. It wasn’t surprising to anyone who knew him for him to suddenly start bleeding or have a broken bone. Soulmates left marks on each other. What happened to one happened to the other. And Castiel had no idea what on earth his soulmate was getting into. And he was tired of it. He had almost died a few times because of him. So he was in his class, trying to get past the pain in his ribs that had sprung up a few nights ago, and focus on the lesson; when a new kid came waltzing in. Castiel couldn’t keep his eyes off of the other boy. He was gorgeous, tall, blonde hair, green eyes freckle, a leather jacket. Cas was gone in seconds. Soulmates be damned. This boy was beautiful. ((So Dean is Cas’ soulmate duh and he gets hurt when he’s on hunts. Maybe he thinks that his soulmate died because Cas never gets hurt that Dean notices. ))

Stranger: Dean kept his pain hidden as he walked into the classroom, smirk on his face and a confident stride. His ribs hurt like hell from being flung across the room and landing on a table, due to a not so friendly vampire, but he hid it all under fake smiles. He was asked to be introduced in front of the class and turned to the many faces. "Uh, yeah. I'm Dean. And don't get too attached, I'm gonna be outta here before you know it. Sorry for any hearts I break." He winked at the girl in the first row before taking his seat next to some kid who didn't look like he even combed his hair this morning, though he did have incredibly blue eyes.

You: Castiel flushed when Dean looked at him and he quickly looked at his paper. After a few minutes, the class had mostly died down and then there was a note on his desk. He blinked in surprise. No one ever passed him notes. Why would....oh. It was written in girly handwriting that said 'Dean' He passed it over to Dean without a word.  Lisa, the girl Dean had winked at, waited until the teacher wasn't paying attention to them anymore and sent the note back to Dean. She made sure he got it before winking at him and turning back to her work. All that was there was her number.

Stranger: Dean grinned as a note was passed to him, loopy letters and pretty penmanship practically guaranteed a girl. And Dean was right, he opened it to be greeted with only a number. He glanced up to see who sent it and grinned back at the gorgeous girl who winked at him. Well this was shaping up to be a good day. The note slipped from Dean's fingers and he sighed as he saw it flutter to the floor. Seeing the teacher about to turn around, Dean quickly bent over and retrieved it, aggravating his bruised rib cage. He muffled a groan behind his teeth and clutched to his torso, putting his forehead down on his desk as he waited for the pain to pass.

You: Castiel whimpered when he felt his ribs ache and he pressed his hands over his eyes and forced himself to breathe through the pain. His doctor wouldn't prescribe him anymore painkillers because he was worried about addiction. So Cas just had to suck it up until there was an injury that actually required painkillers.  Lisa occasionally looked back at Dean through her hair to make sure that he wasn't checking out any of the other girls in the classroom, not that it mattered, she was almost sure she'd caught his interest.

Stranger: It took a few moments for the pain to go back to a dull thud. He sat up, rubbing his ribs before catching Lisa's eye again. He winked at her once more, ignoring his pain for now. "I'll call you." Dean mouthed enthusiastically, holding up his note for Lisa to see. And who cared if she wasnt his soul mate. Its not like Dean had one. Everyone always felt the pain of their soul mate but NOTHING ever came to Dean. Either he was never supposed to have one, or his soul mate died long ago. Oh well. It's not like he ever knew them, though it had upset him a lot when he was younger.

You: Lisa grinned and blew Dean a kiss when she saw what he mouthed to her. She went back to her notes.  Castiel had watched the exchange and was more than dissappointed. Dean wouldn't want him. Why in the world had he ever thought Dean would even consider. He was every girls wet dream and...well he should be he was gorgeous and probably everything anyone had ever imagined in a soulmate. Castiel wished he knew who his soulmate was. He would probably yell at his other half for causing him so much pain before kissing them. But....it would never happen it seemed like.

Stranger: Class ended and Dean was went walking into the hall, too busy looking at his schedule to notice the large boy approaching him before he was shoved and pinned against the locker, aggravating his bruises and effectively hitting his head. "Lisa is my girl! I heard you were making a move on her!" Dean heard someone yell, as he tried to clear his head. "Dude, get off me... she gave me her number. Now get off before you make me hurt you." Dean muttered, as he held back winces of pain.

You: Lisa ran out over to him and shoved him off of Dean. "Hey, look I'm not your girl, asshole" she snapped, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "What the hell gave you that impression?"  Just before Castiel left the classroom he gasped and put a hand against his chest, his ribs were burning and he felt like he'd hit the back of his head. His soulmate was so going to get it when he got to them.

Stranger: "I've been asking you out for weeks!" The teen snapped back, turning to Lisa before turning back to Dean who looked a little disoriented. "I was just about to win her over." He stated angrily to Dean. Dean could only give him a skeptical smile before he grabbed the guys wrist and twisted it until he was free and the other teen was stuck in a painful position. "Leave before I break your arm." Dean warned the guy. It only took one warning press of pressure before the other teen was leaving angrily. It was only a moment of victory before Dean saw the room tilting slightly. "I-I'll talk to you later, I gotta go...sit down..." Dean mumbled, stumbling away from Lisa, feeling his head throb in pain.

You: Lisa rolled her eyes and shook her head. She stepped back and watched the two of them fight, impressed with Dean. She walked next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Hey, are you okay? Do you need to go to the nurse?" She asked. "I'll take you there. I'm really sorry. I...I had no idea that would happen."  Castiel leaned against the wall, blinking hard and focusing on taking deep breaths before making himself stand up straight and walk to his next class. He needed to graduate this year. He couldn't stand high school anymore.

Stranger: "I uh...hit my head not that long ago. And now, it just you know, kinda rattled everything again." Dean answered honestly to Lisa as she helped him take him to the nurse office. "I probably just need some ice." Dean passed by that kid with blue eyes as Lisa guided him down the hall. That guy actually didn't look so good himself, but he was hardly Dean's concern at the moment. Turning his head back, made the room spin, and Dean was sure he had a mild concussion now. He stumbled forward, tumbling to his knees and wincing.

You: Lisa helped Dean stand up and wrapped her arm around his waist so that she could half carry him to the nurses office. "You might need to go home or to a hospital, you don't look so great" She said quietly.  Castiel whined quietly when he felt his knees ache. His soulmate was a douchebag, he decided. He was going to hate them forever. This wasn't fair. Why did he have to go through so much hell?!

Stranger: "No...no I can't go to the hospital. I...I mean I don't need one, okay?" Dean muttered knowing his dad would only get mad at him. Hospital meant he had to come home from the hunt he currently was on or people would ask questions. Hospital meant that they might see his bruises and blame his dad. No. No hospitals. "Hey, you can head to class now. I'll be fine from here." Dean said, trying to get Lisa away before she asked too many questions.

You: She frowned and nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry you got hurt. I hope you feel better. Nurse Pam will take care of you." Lisa hesitated before kissing his cheek and hurrying to class. The weird kid that Dean had sat next to earlier was still in the hallway but she didn't really care.

Stranger: Dean couldn't help the small smile as he was kissed, and he watched her go. He almost regretted pushing her away like he just did. But nurses and doctors would only raise questions. He just had to get home... well he had to get to the motel room. The hall was practically empty now as students had scurried off to class, and Dean didnt notice Castiel still around. "Fuck..." Dean cursed under his breath as he clutched his head.

You: Castiel glanced up when he heard someone coming down the hallway. It was Dean but he didn't want to make any trouble so he just curled up tighter and hoped he wouldn't be noticed. He didn't want to bother anyone. All he needed was a few minutes to make the pain go away and he would be fine again.

Stranger: Even in pain, Dean caught the other teen at the corner of his eye. Really, he didn't look good at all. He stopped in front of the blue eyed teen and waited till he was noticed. "Hey, dude. Are you okay?" He asked, squinting a bit through the headache.

You: Castiel took a deep breath and looked up. "Yeah, Dean. I'm fine. Thank you." He smiled weakly and closed his eyes. "You don't look so great yourself. I saw that little showdown with Kyle. You should probably be worried. He's the biggest ass in school"

Stranger: Dean only shrugged and tried to smile. "I'll be fine. I had him running off quickly." He replied, before taking a breath as he dealt with his light head. "You sure you're okay, man? You look about ready to pass out."

You: Cas nodded and clenched his hands into fists when the movement aggravated his soulmate induced headache. "I'll be fine. Thanks for being concerned. I...hit my head earlier. I'll probably just go to the nurse for a while and lay down"

Stranger: "Yeah, I'm just gonna go home." Dean shrugged, "I can take you to the nurses first and you can grab me some ice so I can walk home that way. Whatya hit your head on?" He asked curiously.

You: Castiel frowned at Dean and shook his head "Nothing don't worry about it" he didn't trust the other boy. He was asking questions. Castiel normally wouldn't care but he hadn't been sleeping all that great and he was just done. People asking questions sounded like his parents. And he wasn't on the best terms with his parents. "Dude if you need ice get it yourself. You've got two feet"

Stranger: "I uh...don't like nurses. Or doctors. I'd rather just leave." Dean answered, with some truth in his words. The guy didnt need to know the whole story. "So if you'd be so kind and help the new guy out, that'd be great."

You: Castiel got to his feet and bit back a groan as his body protested the sudden movement. "Sure, I'll just do that for you right this second" He muttered as he walked to the nurse's office.

You: hey I'm like super tired its like one in the morning I was wondering if you wanted to continue by gmail, kik or kako talk?

Stranger: ((well I dont have a kik or even know what a kako is, but I got email. ))

You: [email protected] (they're both instant messaging apps. nbd you don't know what it is. My name is Jay btw)

Stranger: ((okay then, I'll send my response there. :) ))

You: okay thanks so much see you on email

Stranger: okay then, have a good night!

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[supernutral]

[winchesterswantmypie]

Jensen’s full body laugh, though!

[historymade]

Runs away in shame

[quakerlasss]

and then nearly falls over trying to look at his own ass

[sometimesrpsgetlost]

God!Dean

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Stranger: A long time ago was the era of the great gods. Gods, plural, not only the ‘one god’. All this years ago there were a lot of gods cherished by humans. Some wanted offerings, some wanted sacrifices. Only the great gods didn’t need those. They all were content with the belief their people had in them. All gods looked after their people and lived mostly in peace with them – well, sometimes not but to everything there were exceptions. Then, one day, the monotheistic religions rose, swallowing the culture of the former goods. Even the great gods suddenly were called simple pagans. Cultures vanished in their gods with them. Some couldn’t take it and began to kill humans for the power of their souls. The great gods were the only ones who didn’t sink so low but they lost a lot of their former power with the lack of most or any believers. Right now, in the modern days, it was hard to get around while being immortal. Dean, one of the greater gods of a culture long lost, was wary of the way the world became first strictly into one god and then a lot into simple science. Not that science was wrong but it was more complicated than humans might think. Anyway, Dean didn’t have any followers or believers left, so he was very, very surprised when suddenly, one day, he heard someone pray to him. Dean decided to silently check it out. It was a historical researcher at the a small university. The man’s name was Castiel Novak and Dean had never seen a more beautiful human. Castiel had prayed for his brother. Why he prayed to Dean was a mystery but Dean granted his wish. From then on there came more prayers. Not even wishes, just simple prayers, sometimes even stories that Castiel told him. One day he received a very desperate and sad prayer, begging him to come. In the old times Dean would have ignored such prayers since gods were never supposed to show their face but this was his only believer and Dean had come to really like the man, maybe even too much. He appeared in the man’s office and waited for the beautiful human to say what he wanted.

You: (Reading

Stranger: ((Thanks you))

You: Castiel had read about the old gods in his books. He believed they were real. And many of the others at the university thought he was insane for believing in them. No one had believed in the old gods for thousands of years. But...they just seemed so real. And when Gabriel, his brother got sick...he had to believe in a higher power that could save him. So he prayed to his favorite god. One he'd seen drawn in an old book with eyes like green leaves. Surely this god would be merciful. So Castiel prayed. He prayed until his knees hurt and then he kept on praying. And....Gabriel got better. Castiel prayed to this god to...Dean and thanked him for helping his brother. He kept on praying to Dean....to help him get through the day, to say thank you for the beautiful weather, or for the rain. And soon...Castiel started simply talking to Dean like he had been right there.  One day, he'd had an awful day, his funding had been cut and he had to leave the university. So Castiel got on his knees. "Dean...please. Today has been shit...I probably shouldn't swear in a prayer...but please...seeing you..would make everything okay. It would all be worth it. To know...I know you're real and I can't prove it past...believing in you with all my heart. Please. Let me see your face."  He bowed his head and kept his eyes tightly shut while he listened for any sound in his office. After about five minutes he ran a hand through his hair. "I guess...it's silly to ask a god to show his face to someone like me. You're probably busy and can't....or you don't want to. It's alright, Dean. I still believe in you" "

Stranger: The way Castiel had prayed to him had always been with respect but a certain intimacy and he hadn't missed the way Castiel sometimes just talked to him, rather than pray. Dean heard what Castiel said and thought about it, though he had to confess not for long because the way Castiel said it, that even though Dean didn't show immediately, that he still believed in him, it just helped to make his decision. Anyone else would want to see a god, most just to see that what they believed in was real but Castiel just offered him that he would still believe in him, even if Dean didn't appear. Dean stood in the office and became visible to the human eye. "That's really nice of you but I'm here" he said with a smile on his face.

You: Castiel's head whipped up and he saw the most beautiful man he'd ever seen in....existence really. His eyes widened and he actually didn't know what to do. He was already on his knees. He bowed his head and he tried to speak but his tongue felt like lead. He couldn't get any words out. He opened his mouth a few times. "It's harder to talk to you in person" Castiel stammered out eventually.

Stranger: That was a very understandable reaction, especially considering that Dean had never answered. He granted Castiel's wishes but he had never shown any other sign that he was there before. "Please, stand up. You're my only believer, you're allowed to talk to me eye to eye." he said and smiled even wider. He hadn't had someone show that much respect for him in... well, centuries.

You: Castiel blushed and after a few minutes of convincing himself that the god...that Dean had said it was okay; Castiel stood up and smiled hesitantly at Dean. "Hello...Dean...my lord...sir." he blushed even harder and stared at his shoes. This was so much easier than when Dean had been a being he believed in and couldn't see.

Stranger: Dean couldn't help but chuckle at the way Castiel stumbled over his words. "Hello Castiel. You can just call me Dean, you know." he said and took a step forward. "Don't be shy." He offered and shook his head. "There's no need for unnecessary titles. You're my only believer and you're also a very worthy one." He reassured. It was a bit strange on his side too. He wasn't even dure when he talked to a human in person the last time.

You: Castiel looked up at Dean and smiled without hesitation now. "Thank you, Dean. You...You saved my brother...thank you so much... I know I already thanked you but...thank you again...in person." He said quietly.

Stranger: "It was nothing, really. I was surprised enough that I suddenly have someone who believes in me again. Besides, family is really important." Dean said and switched into an even more relaxed pose. "So you said your day was shit. What happened?"

You: Castiel was startled. "You...you really want to know?" he asked, leaning against his...well not his desk anymore. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "My funding got cut...I have to leave. I can't...the university isn't going to pay me anymore to research the old gods...well you. Because they don't believe. So I have to take all of this..." he waved a hand at all his maps, books, notes and so many other things in his office; back to my apartment. And then find another job"

Stranger: Dean considered all the things that were here. It looked like a normal office, except a but more personal. "Do you want me to help you to keep your job?" he asked and looked around another time. "You never asked anything for yourself, you know. I could grant you the wish if you want to stay." It would be a great change not to see Castiel in his office, researching him and all the other gods of the great ages. The research was precise and obviously Castiel had a real believe in it, that was really rare, unique.

You: Castiel shook his head "No. It won't matter. They think I'm crazy for believing in the old gods." He shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged "I don't....need anything for myself...I had a good job, I enjoyed it...I have a house, a car....family friends....I don't really see what exactly I needed to ask for."

Stranger: "What if you could deliver proof?" Dean asked out of the blue. IT was strange to consider that but he had become very fond of Castiel, maybe a bit too fond but that didn't matter right in this moment. "You could have asked for a lot after you noticed that I heard you. You didn't but you still kept praying to me."

You: "What....kind of proof?" Castiel raised his eyebrow and shook his head. "No. Don't worry about it Dean. It's fine. I..I needed to get out of here anyway." he smiled and looked around his office again. "Maybe...instead of a researcher....I could be a professor" He mumbled and sat down at his desk, for a moment forgetting about the god in his office. "I would need to..." he paused and looked up, horrified. "I am so sorry. I...forgive me. I like praying to you. I always felt....safe and happy when I did"

You: (hey I feel really bad but I'm super tired and its one in the morning. want to continue by email or kik? [email protected] or jaysmith247 on kik))

Stranger: ((Sure! Do you want to email or to kik? I have both))

You: whichever you prefer. I don't mind either)

Stranger: ((I'll email you as soon as possible. Thanks!))

You: (Sure thing. Night. It was great to rp with you :D My name is Jay btw :D okay bye :D)

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Human Impala

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Stranger: [Human!Impala] Dean. We have an issue. -SW

You: Yeah? And what's that? Were they all out of salad at the diner?-DW

Stranger: ...The car's gone. -SW

You: ....my baby is gone?-DW I will kill you if you got my car stolen-DW

Stranger: We both went inside to get the food, there was an argument and something must have happened because the car wasn't there when we came out. -SW I've asked around but nobody saw a damn thing or are more than unhelpful. Cas isn't even helping since he has his hands full with helping this kid find their folks. -SW

You: Where....is my baby?-DW  Sammy.....tell me know where my car is. -DW

Stranger: Alright. I know where the car is. -SW

You: Okay. Good where is it?-DW

Stranger: Somewhere where I can't see it. -SW

You: I hate you. I'm going to throw your laptop out the window.-DW

Stranger: We'll figure this out. I promise. -SW

You: I can't believe you lost my car. -DW

Stranger: Just misplaced. -SW

You: Lost. You don't know where my car is. -DW You lost my car. When I find it you are never driving it again-DW

Stranger: How will it get it back then? -SW

You: Sam I need my car. I'm coming to where you and Cas are-DW

Stranger: We haven't left the diner area, but at least the foods warm. I brought extra pie, too. -SW

You: I'll be there in a few minutes. Because I have to WALK now.-DW Because you LOST my car-DW

Stranger: The walk might do you good. -SW

You: Bitch-DW

Stranger: Jerk. -SW

You: A while later Dean walked into the diner and saw Cas and Sam sitting down. He glared at his brother and sat down next to them, his arms crossed over his chest. "You suck" he muttered.

You: (DId you reply?)

Stranger: The hunter had almost talked himself into a charged panic. He'd searched around each local area big enough for a car at least twice before taking the first break for ideas. It'd been during their second break that hiding another matter from Dean seemed more trouble than it would have been worth. They needed that car. It was their first real home even if it wasn't exactly stable and the Impala was almost trademark for their business. Sam had allowed his gaze to fall, fiddling with a thread of his jeans rather than look at his older brother. "I know." He breathed out a sigh, until flinching when a light weight tackled Dean once he'd sat down. The girl that Castiel had befriended wore a leather coat brushing against trimmed dark hairs, and had attached herself to the older hunter. "Daddy." She stated matter-of-factly, almost mimicking the angel's stotic expression.

You: Dean flinched and carefully pushed the girl off of him. "Uh...sweetheart I am not your daddy. Go run along and find your mom" Dean glared at Sam. "Was this some kind of joke? This is not funny. Who the hell is this?" He looked at the girl. "Go on, run and find your mom and your dad"

Stranger: Sam shrugged. He hadn't given the kid another thought while attention had been focused on finding the car, she'd been in her own panicked condition when Castiel had greeted her so the hunter figured that it would've been handled without his own interference. It was only now that he really looked at their angels newest temporary charge. There wasn't much to notice since a favoritism in clothes had rested on basics except from the silvered necklace around her neck, and toys shoved into each pocket. He only noticed them as legos tumbled out once a smaller hand tugged an old music tape out before offering it to Dean. "Yes, sir." She nodded once, "You're gonna need this." Fingers tapped the tape. "Sammy was screaming earlier and it has Hey Jude as track number four. Then Zeppelin's track eight for you."

You: Dean frowned at her. "Kid...how the hell do you have these? These are my tapes." he took them from her. "Do you know where my car is?" he narrowed his eyes at her and studied her and then glared at Cas. "Kid, where is my baby?" he demanded. "I'll take you to the police if you don't give me my car."

Stranger: Blue eyes started blinking faster at the hunter, glancing between Sam and Castiel for a brief moment. The angel didn't need to strain in order to see a basic soul level of his fathers creations, which meant it'd been less of a concern. He saw how magic had twisted around mechanics after discrete arguments inside an average diner had made revenge look nice for another witch making active effort to remain below radar. The result beginning to look back at the driver who'd become almost violently protective over her. "M'Your baby." She deliberately remarked slower, tugging back a sleeve to show Dean a rough tattoo of his own initials.

You: Dean stared at her arm and shook his head. "This...is ridiculous. You are not my car. How....Do you have a hex bag in your clothes?" he asked. Because it was actually believable that his car could get turned into a girl. That was entirely possible. "Sammy did we work any cases with a witch recently? I mean....She's got these.." he pointed out her tattoos and sighed. "we're gonna need a rental car."

You: (Hey I have to leave soon do you have an emaili or kik so that we can continue?)

You: (i'm jaysmith247 on kik or [email protected])

Stranger: There was a moments hesitation until sliding off her coat, setting it beside the take-out foo before unknotting strings from around one arm in order to hand over the hex bag without another question about it. Sam hadn't made another sound but fumbled to fish out his phone beginning to research local rental car businesses. "There was something inside, but it didn't seem like an immediate threat. The 'juice' as you like calling it wasn't matured enough." Cas remarked casually against a small shrug watching as 'Baby' started rummaging through food bags and took out the pie before sitting down cross-legged.

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Cas Gets Abused

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Stranger: ((AU used to be in a relationship but broke up but are still really close. Castiel has a new boyfriend who abuses him but Dean doesn’t know)) So you and Lisa? How long have you been together? -CN

You: Almost six months-DW  What about you and your boyfriend?-DW You guys okay?-DW

Stranger: Wow. Six months. That's great, Dean. I'm really happy for you -CN

You: Yeah. Thanks. Hey you wanna meet up for lunch later on?-DW The burger place? That's your favorite-DW What about you and your boyfriend. What's his name?-DW

Stranger: Lunch sounds great!!!! Yeah. The burger place is good. I'll meet you there. You like it there too right? -CN

You: Course I do. It's my favorite too.-DW See you there in an hour? Sound good?-DW

Stranger: Yes. An hour is perfect. I'll start walking :) -CN

Stranger: I'm starving :) -CN

You: Hey nah, I'll come get you-DW Stay at your place. Send me the address-DW

Stranger: No, Dean. It's fine. I like walking anyway it's such a beautiful neighbourhood....kind of. haha. -CN

Stranger: But if you ever need it, it's 189 Fern Rd. -CN

You: Cas. I'm coming to get you right now. Alright?-DW

Stranger: Dean, honestly. It's fine. -CN

Stranger: I have legs. I can walk. -CN

You: Fine. I'll meet you there then-DW

You: See you in a bit-DW

Stranger: See you soon. -CN

Stranger: I'm really excited to see you -CN

Stranger: I feel like we haven't seen each in forever -CN

You: We haven't seen each other other in forever.-DW I can't wait to see you again either-DW

Stranger: *15 MINUTES LATER* Dean. I'm not feeling well. I'm so sorry. I can't make it. I feel really shitty about this but I have a huge head ache and stomach ache. I need to lie down for a while -CN

You: What Cas really?-DW I'll bring you some burgers how's that? We can chat for a while.-DW

Stranger: No. Really. I don't want you to catch what I have. Maybe some other time. How's tomorrow? -CN

Stranger: Or I don't know if I'll be better. -CN

You: Cas....come on this is like the fifth time you've done this. You need to see a doctor.-DW

Stranger: No. It's fine really, just when I'm better my day is yours. -CN

You: When are you gonna be better?-DW Cas....babe I miss you-DW

You: Sorry old habits-DW

Stranger: No it's fine. Tonight. I will probably be better tonight. We can go out for drinks and everything. I really need to lay down for an hour and then we can hang out. I miss you too, babe -CN

Stranger: Sorry. Old habits die hard right? -CN

You: Alright. Tonight then. I'll bring some drinks over to your house. -DW No big Deal. We're okay. BFFs and all that crap right;) -DW

Stranger: Yes. BFFs ;) and let's go out. I want to go and get drunk and dance the night away. -CN

Stranger: Take me out, Dean. Please. Will you? -CN

You: Yeah of course. Tonight? Or right now? I really miss you Cas. So much-DW

You: Not...like that I mean. I just...miss my best friend-DW

Stranger: In an hour, you can pick me up okay? -CN

Stranger: I miss you too. A lot -CN

You: Course I can. I'll be there as soon as I finish washing the dishes.-DW Don't you dare say anything about me being all domestic and crap. I get enough of that from Sam.-DW

Stranger: Haha. I won't say anything. See you soon, Dean. -CN

Stranger: Love you -CN

Stranger: Oh shit. Fuck. Sorry -CN

Stranger: I forgot haha -CN

You: Alright babe. See you in an hour. -DW

You: Six months and we still do this. It's crazy-DW

Stranger: Yeah. Tell me about it. -CN

Stranger: It's just so natural -CN

Stranger: See you then -CN

You: Guess four years of being together takes longer than six months to get over.-DW

Stranger: Yeah. I agree. But we're getting better I think. See you soon, babe. -CN

You: Oops.-DW [Later] Hey Cas. I'm outside. -DW

Stranger: *One Hour Later* Castiel finished applying make up to cover up his black eye and other injuries on his hands neck or face. He sighed out, he smiled knowing that it was worth putting on all the make up because he would see Dean again and didn't want to ruin the night with his problems.

Stranger: He heard a horn honk and ran down the stairs almost tripping he opened the door waving at Dean happily.

You: Dean was waiting in the car, tapping his fingers on the wheel in time to he music. He looked up when he saw Cas and beamed. He waved and leaned over to open the passenger side door. He felt bad for not going up to the font door but that was only something boyfriends did and they were not together anymore.

Stranger: Castiel walked down the steps a bounce in his step, he climbed in the passenger door. "Hello Dean" he said smiling he closed the door doing up his seat belt he leaned closer to Dean, absent mindedly inhaling his scent. He sighed out "You smell good"

You: Dean smiled and gave Cas a one handed hug. "Thanks. You do too." he started the car and drove to their favorite bar. "Do you want to get some dinner before we start drinking?" He looked over at Cas while he drove. "You look a bit pale, Cas. You okay?"

Stranger: Castiel rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly "Do I look pale? I'm fine. I'm feeling a lot better now. But I'm not sure if that's just you" he chuckled "I say we get straight to the drinking and dancing. Or /dirty/ dancing" he laughed

You: Dean shrugged "I haven't been out drinking in a long time. Last time I did that...was when we were together. You remember that night. That was great" Dean grinned over at Cas. "So do you want to go to the gay bar instead of the Roadhouse?"

Stranger: Castiel looked through Dean's tapes. "Hell sure let's go to the gay bar. I haven't been there since...well when we were together. You remember that night right?!? When that one guy" he started to giggle "and then the other guy they were trying to pick us up but they were like Russian or something and we couldn't understand them.. then there was another guy trying to pretty much suck your dick under the bar" he laughed out loud "That night was weird but super funny, oh my god!"

You: Dean laughed. "He wasn't nearly as good as you babe." he winked at Cas. He went to the gay bar and parked. He looked over at Dean, excitement in his eyes. "You ready for this? I can't wait to get drunk with you again. Missed you Cas." He ruffled Castiel's hair and got out of th ecar.

Stranger: Castiel laughed "Well I'm glad. But to be honest I knew he wouldn't be he wasn't your type" he chuckled. "I'm excited as well. Missed you too, Dean" he smiled and got out. He watched Dean climb out and they made their way to the door of the bar.

You: Dean held the door open for Castiel at the bar and old habit that he couldn't seem to break no matter what he did. He grinned when he heard the thumping music. "I'll get us the first shot of tequila" he offered.

You: (Hey I have to leave soon do you have an emaili or kik? I'm gonna have to leave soon)

Stranger: ((Okay my email is))

You: (alright. I'm [email protected])

Stranger: Castiel nodded his head to the music. He looked over at Dean and followed him to the bar. He sat down beside him and began to bob his head as Dean ordered drinks. He saw a guy checking him out making him uncomfortable he looked at Dean.

You: Dean scooted over to Castiel and wrapped his arms around the other man. He kissed the back of Castiel's neck and glared at the man who was looking at Castiel. "You don't need to look so nervous Cas. It's just a fun evening."

Stranger: Castiel leaned into all of Dean's touches. "Yeah sorry that whole you're-mine look freaks me out" he shuddered thinking of his boyfriend who was probably goign to be home soon and not be happy when Castiel wasn't there to suck him off or be his punching bag.

You: "It's okay Cas. Don't worry about it. I'll keep you safe tonight." He winked at him and ordered two shots of tequila. He passed one to Castiel and smiled at him. "Bottoms up"

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You: (Blind!Dean HS age AU.) Dean had worked for months on his costume. With the help of his mother he'd finally finished it just before the comic con. His mother was a bit wary about letting her blind son go to a comic con alone but Dean had insisted that he would be fine and she could stay at the hotel and he would call her if he needed her.  So now here he was, people rushing around him, not treating him any differently because they didn't know he was blind. All they knew was that he had an awesome costume. Dean was dressed in a Han Solo costume with a walking stick that was actually his cane wrapped in painted foamhad a figurine of Princess Leia on top of it. He didn't wear glasses because he couldn't see anything anyway.  Dean was walking around listening carefully to the people around him, and moving slowly so he wouldn't run into annything. Until he did. He slammed into someone who was running at top speed.  Dean fell backwards, his breath whooshing out of his chest.  "Sorry" the person he'd run into apologized. Dean flushed because even with the one word, the guy's voice was incredibly attractive.  "...it's okay, don't worry about it" Dean assured. He got slowly to his feet. "My name is Dean. You are...?""

Stranger: He was late, he'd missed his panel he was sure of it. He'd been so involved in the Star Trek photoshoot he'd completely forgotten about the panel he'd put on his calender until he realized the time. Rushing down the halls, he weaved around people as quickly as he could in his sleek Star Trek uniform. He had thought he had more time to turn, but instead ran full on into someone else, sending them to the floor. "Sorry!" He gasped, scrambling to help the Hans Solo to his feet, "Castiel." He replied, "Are you alright?" He asked, his thoughts of the panel wiped as his concern focused to the... rather cute... man he'd just assulted in his rush.

You: Dean smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'm alright. What about you? Did I hit anything important with my Princess Leia?" He asked he held offered his hand to Castiel to shake, actually missing the guy by about a foot but there was just so much going on it was excusable. "You seemed like you're in a rush. Sorry to make you late."

Stranger: He reached out and caught the hand, giving it a firm shake, "I don't think so." He replied, grinning faintly before he tugged out his phone and glanced at the time, much to late. "It's alright, I wouldn't have made it anyways, the panel started fifteen minutes ago." Really it was silly to think he would have gotten in to begin with at that time, but a guy could hope.

You: "I'm sorry. What was the panel about?" Dean asked, tilting his head a bit towards Castiel to hear him better. He hadn't gone to a panel. He thought it would be just a bit too hectic for him to be in. And he was fine with just walking around, getting used to all the people.

Stranger: "Doctor Who." He replied simply, "I haven't watched the show for a while, but I figured I should take the time to check it out anyways." He explained, shifting on his feet a little before glancing around, "We should move out of the way."

You: Dean nodded "I like that show." he agreed and he did, he liked listening to the television and imagining what they looked like in his head. What he wouldn't give to actually know what they looked like. If he could touch them....then he could get a clearer picture in his head. But meeting actors cost money that he didn't have.

Stranger: "It's pretty good." He agreed, "I've been a bit busy with school lately to keep up." He admitted, straightening out his shirt some. Dean was really cute, and even though by this point he'd figured out the guy was blind, he still didn't feel like it would be appropriate to just check him out openly. "I like your costume by the way, Han Solo, right?"

You: Dean beamed "Yeah. I love Star Wars. Some of the greatest movies ever made." he handed over his staff. "I couldn't get anyone to be Princess Leia with me" he paused and then winked at Castiel. "Didn't want anyone really. That way I could meet cute people"

Stranger: He looked at the Leia and nodded his head, "I haven't actually seen them all." He confessed. The comment made him blush slightly, giving him his staff back, "Oh? Have you found anyone yet?" He asked.

You: Dean smiled at Castiel. "Um...I think so" he answered, his cheeks flooding with blood as he blushed. "You....sou..." he paused. He couldn't say /you sound cute/ without Castiel knowing that he was blind. "You seem cute" he corrected.

Stranger: "Yah?" He grinned, "I'm not sure you'll think so when you realize I'm a Trekkie." He chuckled. He assumed there was some sort of rivalry or something, at least that was what it seemed like when his best friend raged at him back when he couldn't tell the differance between the two.

You: Dean shrugged. "So? They're both awesome. I don't get what the whole thing about Star Wars verses Star Trek is." he rolled his eyes and sighed. "I guess it's just some dumb people thinking that they need to label everything."

Stranger: "Ah, good." He said, relieved that Dean didn't feel any since of rivalry over their costumes. "You seem cute too."

You: Dean beamed. "Thanks. Uh....you said something earlier about going somewhere?" he asked. "Right? Or was that just me thinking that conversation happened in my head?"  (Hey I feel bad for doing this so soon but I'm hella tired. Do you want to continue by email? or kik?)

You: ([email protected] or jaysmith247 is my kik

Stranger: [Yah! Mines ] "Ah yah, we're in the middle of the hall." He nodded his head, "So we should probably move somewhere else."

You: (gimme a minute I'll email you :D )

Stranger: [Sweet!]

You: (okay I sent you an email) Dean nodded and carefully moved his staff over the floor so he wouldn't run into anything. "Where are we headed to?" he asked Castiel.

Stranger: [Yay!] "Hm, well are you hungry?" He asked, "There's the food court not to far from here."

Stranger: [Got it!]

You: Dean considered for a second before nodding. "Yeah. That sounds okay" he said. He chewed on his lower lip for a second. "What's over there...I mean what places to eat?" His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. Castiel would know that he was blind. That he basically couldn't do anything for himself.

Stranger: "Uhm, a taco place, some chinese, a few burger places, dairy queen." He listed what he could remember on the top of his head. "A little of everything I think."

You: Dean nodded "Cas?" he said quietly. He shouldn't have to feel like this. It wasn't his fault that he was blind. "...uh what's your favorite? I can pay....I did get in your way after all"

Stranger: "Are you kidding?" He looked at him, surprised, "I knocked you on the ground for a panel, I am paying for your lunch."

You: (since you got my email I'm gonna go okay? Email me your response. Feel free to check out my tumblr which is sometimesrpsgetlost...) Dean laughed and shrugged. "Well...panels are pretty cool I've heard. I don't blame you"

Stranger: [Yess I will do that!]

You: (also my name is Jay or Jordan :D See you on email :D)

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Stranger: ((Disability AU. Blind!Cas Prefered if Dean was disabled as well, your choice though)) Castiel lived a normal life for 6 long years. Romping in his backyard, laughing while playing with other boys in his neighborhood, and climbing trees while skinning his knees. Castiel remembered a time when his dad's shoulders were the highest place in the world, and during the winter he would sit up there and his dad would point out the little Christmas lights. Then everything changed on a cold winter morning. Castiel's mother had lived in the old house for so long, it even still had a gas heater in the living room. She went to turn it up when Castiel complained about being cold, and the gasline broke, causing the entire heater to explode. Castiel's mother was badly burned on her left arm and up her neck, while Castiel was left blinded. He had cried but eventually his senses adjusted and he got used to being disabled. Learning Braille was a bitch and getting used to a large dog help you around was odd, but he had grown up this way. When Castiel got into highschool, he was put into a disabled group where they just talked and enjoyed each others company. Castiel even met a boy who he quickly befriended. Castiel's other sense were slightly enhanced, and it actually help him make friends. He picked people based off of things like, how their voice sounded or how they spoke. Castiel would never admit it, but he loved Dean's voice and its dipping and raising quality was always attention catching. He enjoyed when the other rambled. Today, Castiel found himself where he was almost everyday after school. Dean's basement. Castiel sat criss-crossed on the floor, a smile on his face as he held his palms up. "Can you tell me what colors look like? I can't even remember"

Stranger: ((Thanks for reading, btw))

You: Dean put his hands in Castile's. "How do I tell you what colors look like?" he asked in amusement. He wanted to tell Cas but he couldn't think of any way to describe color. It was like trying to tell a deaf man what music was like. He wanted to help his friend. They'd met a while ago. Dean had been petting Castiel's dog and then they just started chatting. Then it had been an every day thing. Castiel had just one day not been in his life and the next he was. It had been so easy to get used to Castiel.

Stranger: Castiel smiled and reached out, blindly - no pun intended- slapping Dean. "Just try, jackass" he teased. Castiel enjoyed Dean's company, and he loved to listen to the other ramble on endlessly about whatever it was he was talking about. "What color is your shirt?" he prompted "Now tell me what you think of when you think of that color"

You: "My shirt is green" he answered "It makes me think of the forest. Of Sammy's eyes when he laughed at a stupid joke I told him. Of....grass in summer, when it's all new. When the trees are new in spring, right after summer."

Stranger: Castiel's eyes darted around, as if searching in his brain for 'Green' as Dean had described it. He remembered the smell of fresh cut grass, how new flowers smelled in the spring. "I think I get it" he mumbled, furrowing his brow. Castiel smirked a little and sighed. "Try another one, how about blue"

You: "When I think of blue I think of your eyes. Seriously Cas you've got the bluest eyes I've ever seen. I think of the ocean and the sky on a warm day. And then I think of the jean quilt my mom made when I was little. How we take it on picnics and sit on it and eat peanut butter sandwiches."

Stranger: "Have I ever told you how much I love the way you talk?" he said absentmindedly, with a bright smile. Castiel recalled one time when Castiel's mother took him to the beach. He loved the salty smell of the ocean anbd the calls of seagulls. "I love listening to you talk" he rambled

You: Dean smiled. "yeah? Listening to me talk?" he shook his head. "Why? It's just me" he really didn't know why Cas liked listening to him talk.

Stranger: "Well, think about it. I can't /see/ you so, might as well like your vooice" he said with a shrug. Castiel chuckled a little and rubbed his eyes.

Stranger: *voice

You: "I get it" Dean nodded and reached over to run a hand down Castiel's arm. "Do you want something to eat?"

Stranger: "Nah, my mom is making soup tonight" he answered, drawing small circles on his thigh with his index finger. Castiel ran his fingers through his hair and blushed a little, for a reason he wasn't sure of. Probably because Dean was touching him.

You: "Your mom makes awesome soup" Dean said with a smile. He ruffled Castiel's hair. "Want me to drive you home?"

Stranger: "No, I can drive myself" he laughed, searching for his red and white striped walking cane. He found it and stumbled upwards, swinging it in front of his feet rythmically

You: Dean put a hand on Castiel's arm to steady him. "I really don't mind, Cas. I want to take you home"

Stranger: "That's what she said" Castiel snickered, starting to laugh like the immature child he was. Castiel reached the stairs and slowly walked up them, blushing a bright shade of pink.

You: Dean pinched Castiel's arm. "I really do though. I know you love driving in my car."

Stranger: "Oh, so now we beat up cripples. I see, pick on the blind kid!" he teased. Castiel walked outside and touched the ground in front of his feet with his cane. Castiel knew this sidewalk so well he probably didn't have to, but you never know. Castiel listened carefully to Dean's footsteps behind him

You: "I only pinched you you big wuss" he rolled his eyes. He ushered Castiel to his car and opened the door. "Come on, inside" he said

Stranger: Castiel slipped into the car and timidly tucked his cane in between his knees. His fingers explored the soft leather like always, as he waited for the soft rumble of the car to start.

You: Dean slid into his seat and started the car. He drove over to Castiel's house after turning on the radio.

Stranger: Castiel tapped the beat on his knees with his fingers, nodding his head slowly to the rythm. If there was one thing that Castiel loved more than listening to Dean talk, it was music. 'Same thing really' he thought to himself, his cheeks flooding with color

You: When they got to Castiel's house he parked the car and got out. He opened Castiel's door and helped him out. "So are you going to invite me in for soup?" he asked

Stranger: "Do you even have to ask?" he countered. Castiel stepped into his house and smiled at the smell of warm soup coming from the kitchen. "Ma, Dean's stsying for dinner!" he called, getting a shout from his mother in reply

You: Dean laughed and pulled off his jacket, hanging it up. He ruffled Castiel's hair. "Thanks"

Stranger: Castiel caught himself leaning into the touch, but he stopped before he hoped anyone noticed. Castiel's little sister came in and hugged Castiel's legs. "Come on, let's go eat" he mumbled, leading her carefully into the kitchen. He sat down as Castiel's mother poured the soup into bowls

You: Dean sat at the table and thanked Castiel's mother. He liked being around Castiel's family, they were nice. And happy and loud.

Stranger: Castiel let Anna sit in his lap as he ate his soup, ruffling her hair every now and then. "So, you two boys have a good day at school?" Castiel's mother prompted, folding her hands together. Castiel took another bite to avoid talking like an idiot

You: "I had a great day" Dean smiled at her. "Aced my test in Chemistry" he ate a bite of soup and hummed contentedly as the warm soup went down his throat.

Stranger: "Read Romeo and Juliet, which is a bitch in Braille" he remarked. Castiel's mother scowled at him for swearing in front of Anna. "Cas said a bad word!" Anna announced. "No I didn't" he countered playfully. Castiel's mother rolled her eyes and sighed "What am I gonna do with you?"

You: "I think he has to wash the dishes" Dean said with a smirk. "Saying bad words isn't good"

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Stranger: ((Please tell me if you're reading! Neighbor AU)) Castiel got up from his bed slowly and stretched his arms above his head. He could hear his girlfriend preparing breakfast in the kitchen, which made him smile. Meg and Castiel had been on a rocky road for a while but their relationship seemed to be slightly better right now. Just as he was about to enter the kitchen, he heard a knock on the door and looked at the clock on the wall. Who could it be this early in the morning? It was only ten past nine. With a yawn, he walked over to the door and opened it slowly. And, for a person who did not believe in love at first sight, he had fallen in love pretty fast with the green eyed stranger standing there with a pie in his hands. The stranger smiled warmly, "Hi, I'm Dean. Just moved in the apartment across yours." ((Please continue as Dean))

You: Dean hadn't been able to sleep so he spent the time making pies. It was calming and so he made about a dozen pies. He figured since he was new in the apartment building he might as well take some of them to people. He knocked on the last door the one right across from his apartment and blinked when he saw a guy with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen in his entire life. He smiled at him "Hey, I'm Dean. Just moved in the apartment across yours." he smiled and held out the pie. "I brought you a pie. It's apple"

Stranger: Castiel was awestruck for a while, the man was just too beautiful to handle. When he came back to his senses, he gave a nervous smile and took the pie from him, "Hello, Dean. I'm Castiel. Welcome to our apartment, I hope you like it here" he said in his softest voice and looked down at the freshly baked pie in his hands, "It smells amazing, thank you so much."

You: Dean smiled a little bigger and chewed on his lip. "Hi, Cas. Nice to meet you. I like baking..and I like pie because it's the greatest thing in the world." he put his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on his feet. "Do you want to come over later and have a beer? Or just whenever really? I'll be unpacking and cleaning up and...stuff. But I'll be at my apartment all day"

Stranger: Castiel's smile widened at the offer and just as he was about to say 'yes', Meg appeared behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist tightly, kissing his shoulder, "Hey there, you're the cutie who just moved in, right? I'm Meg." she said and winked at Dean. Castiel just rolled his eyes and handed her the pie, telling her to take it to the kitchen. She kissed Castiel on the lips before retreating back inside and Castiel sighed, looking at Dean with a lopsided smile, "I'd like to come over, Dean."

You: Dean frowned when he saw the girl with Castiel. He'd been hoping the other guy was single because wow he was cute and seemed like he'd be a great person to date. "Hi Meg. I'm Dean, nice to meet you" He nodded and then was more than relieved when she was gone. "You can come over whenever you want. I'll just be there" He turned around and then winked at him before leaving.

Stranger: The wink made Castiel go weak in the knees and he had to lean against the door frame a little to keep himself from melting at Dean's feet. He returned back inside and leaned against the door after closing it, "Damn it..." He shook his head to get rid of Dean's images in his head and went back to having breakfast with Meg.

"You're unbelievable!!" Meg shouted as she opened the front door, struggling to put on her jacket and shoes at the same time, "I just don't understand you, Castiel!!" Castiel just sighed and ran a hand through his hair. What was wrong if he didn't want to have sex with Meg? "Will you calm down? You'll alarm the neighbours."

You: Dean turned on some music and started unpacking. His apartment was a mess and if Castiel was going to come over at any point today he needed to clean it up. There was the whole unpacking mess and then the cooking mess. And it was going to take a while to clean up. He sighed and started cleaning up his kitchen. He hummed along to the music as he worked, he could hear some vague shouting but it didn't concern him.

Stranger: "What is wrong with you, huh?! It's been months, Castiel! Months since we last did it and you never kiss me unless I kiss you!!" Meg kept shouting but Castiel just rubbed his eyes in annoyance. Meg would never be happy with who he was, but he knew he was wrong at this point. He just didn't feel anything sexual towards Meg and he couldn't help it... "Calm down, okay? We can work this o--" "NO! I've had enough!!" she screamed and ran a hand through her hair, "I'm done."

You: Dean frowned in concern and opened the door when he heard more shouting. He opened the door and looked outside. "Is everything okay?" he asked to no one. There wasn't anybody but maybe they could hear him? He knocked on Castiel's door where he heard the shouting. "Hello?" he asked

Stranger: Just as Dean said 'hello', Meg opened the door angrily and stormed outside, not caring what Castiel had left to say or Dean who was standing in front of the door, "Fuck you, Castiel James Novak! Fuck you!" she shouted and ran downstairs. Castiel ran both hands through his hair and his eyes opened wide when he saw Dean, "O-Oh... Hi."

You: Dean blinked a few times when Meg ran away from the apartment. "....um is something wrong?" he asked "Is everything okay? I heard shouting." he smiled at Castiel and then raised his eyebrows. "Are...you okay?"

Stranger: Castiel sighed and chuckled sadly, putting both hands on his waist and shaking his head, "We're going through a difficult time" he said and looked after Meg, "She'll come back probably". He smiled at Dean weakly and rubbed the back of his neck, "So... Is your offer for a beer still on?"

You: Dean smiled and nodded "Yeah of course. My apartment's a bit of a mess but you've probably seen worse so feel free" he went over and held open the door of his apartment. "come on in."

Stranger: Castiel closed the door to his apartment and walked into Dean, and it was a mess as he expected it to be. Not a bad mess, the 'I just moved in so I have a lot of boxes' mess, "It's not as bad as I thought it would be."

You: "That's because I cleaned up some of it" Dean said "It was mostly the kitchen. And I've got most of it cleared." he grabbed a few beers from the kitchen and handed one to Castiel.

Stranger: Castiel nodded and opened the beer in one swift move, taking a big gulp and leaned back against the nearest wall, "Do you need help with anything?" he asked and smiled at Dean.

You: "There's just the unpacking stuff." he shrugged "Unless you want to go through all my embarrassing pictures with me while we unpack" Dean said with a grin as he opened his beer and took a drink from it.

Stranger: Castiel chuckled and looked Dean up and down, it had to be illegal to be this beautiful... "Actually, that sounds like a good idea" he said with a wink and took another gulp from his beer.

You: Dean blushed and nodded. "alright, embarrassing family pictures it is" He said going over to a box and opening it. He handed Castiel a photo album "That would be my awkward high school years"

Stranger: Castiel sat down on the wooden floor and took the photo album from Dean, placing the bottle next to him and opening the first page. "Waow... This is you?" he asked, pointing at a picture of Dean in a football uniform.

You: Dean looked over and nodded "Yeah, captain of the football team" He said "Why are you impressed?" he winked at Castiel. "Were you on any teams?"

Stranger: Castiel chuckled and looked up at Dean, "Very impressed" he said with a wink back and shook his head, "No, I was one of those nerds with glasses and jumpers over shirts."

You: "That's very hot too" Dean argued. "I only dated nerds in high school. I really thought they were hot. And they tutored me....or that's what I told my parents they were doing"

Stranger: Castiel laughed and flipped the page of the album, "There must've been some pretty hot nerds in your highschool, nerds with wavy hair, push up bras, mini skirts and plump lips" he said and looked at a picture of Dean from prom, "Your date was beautiful."

You: "Oh..." Dean laughed "A lot of them were actually guys." he looked at the girl and his mouth tightened. "Lisa.....she was...a bitch." he rolled his eyes. "I ended up ditching her for my chemistry partner about halfway through"

Stranger: Castiel's eyes opened slightly wider at the new information and he looked up at Dean, "So, you're, like... Bisexual?" he asked like it was a taboo words. Because it was a taboo word to him, he was raised in a very religious family, "Was your chemistry partner... A guy, too?"

You: "I'm...bi yeah" He nodded "Mostly guys though. Yeah Chad was a guy. He was funny" Dean grinned. "You okay with it?" he frowned hesitantly "Me....being bisexual?"

Stranger: Castiel shrugged, "I.... Sure. It's your choice. But... Excuse me if I'm a little awkward around you" he said and chuckled awkwardly, "I was raised in a very religious environment and those were considered sins."

Stranger: ((brb))

You: "Right of course. I shouldn't flirt with you then....I mean...I don't want you to go against your religion." He smiled and ran a hand through his hair.

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You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like Slavelock, Teenlock, Johnlock, and Omegaverse. Stranger: John stood still in the nursery, his back achingly straight, his eyes glued on the two cribs in front of him. He breathed lightly, as if he was afraid to wake the sleeping newborns. This would be the third time. The third time he would be taken from his children, sent away from the Alpha that had bought him and leaving the babies behind. This Alpha’s name was Sherlock Holmes, from a rich family like the others had been. Sherlock didn’t spend much time with him, but they talked now and then and he treated John with respect, which John couldn’t have said for the other Alphas he’d been with. He knew that soon he would be taken, forcibly, from his children and sent back to the Omega camps to wait for another Alpha to buy him and breed him. But this was the first time that he had managed to get into the nursery before he was sent back. He wished that they would have woken and imprinted on him, but John didn’t dare disturb his two perfect, nameless babies. He hadn’t seen them since the birth, and even then wasn’t allowed near them, to hold them. He needed to stay awake, but the labor had tired him endlessly, even some days later. Despite all of his thinking and wishing and even praying, he hadn’t come up with a single way to remain with his children. At least he could spend this one night by their sides. You: Sherlock walked into the nursery to look at his children. He was surprised to see John there though….and yet at the same time, not. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “You should be resting, you had a long day.” he went over to John and put a hand on his shoulder. Stranger: John tensed as soon as he felt the hand on his shoulder, unsure if it was about to tighten and tug him away. “I wanted to see them. I had to see them,” he said, his voice firm. “I don’t need to rest. I feel fine.” He felt unsteady on his feet, to be honest, but that didn’t matter to him, not when he just wanted to be near the newborn pups. His instincts were screaming for it. You: “Do you want to hold them?” Sherlock asked, releasing John and going over to pick one of the twins up. He went back over to John as he kissed the top of the baby’s head. He offered the bundle out to John. Stranger: John was frozen, his eyes fixed on the tiny child in front of him but unable to move. “That’s… that’s not a good idea,” he managed to get out. “I’ll never be able to let go if you give him to me now.” You: “Why would I want you to let go?” Sherlock raised an eyebrow. Then he smirked. “Oh…you think you’re going back to the camps?” he scoffed “No you’re staying here” Stranger: John stared at Sherlock like he’d grown another head. “You can’t be serious,” he said finally. “/Are/ you serious? If you’re just having some kind of sick joke, I swear to Christ, just because I’m an Omega doesn’t mean I can’t throw a punch.” You: “I don’t have time to raise children.” Sherlock said, reaching out and taking John’s arms arranging them to hold the baby. “you are going to stay here with me and raise them. You’re mine for the rest of your life. So….hold your son.” Sherlock put the baby in John’s grasp and smiled at him. Stranger: John looked down at the little boy in his arms. He didn’t even care that he would spend the rest of his life with someone who barely knew him, someone who claimed he “didn’t have time” to raise children. The only thing that mattered was the child in his arms. “Hi, little love,” he murmured, rocking the boys in his arms, looking at the boy with utter awe. You: Sherlock smiled at John and left him in the nursery. He’d lied to John. He had plenty of time to raise children, wanted too even. He’d put a stop to his experiments to do so, but he’d read John’s file. To be ripped away from his children twice already? Sherlock hadn’t had the heart to do it a third time. So he’d bought John to be his for the rest of his life. Stranger: John could hear Sherlock’s steps out of the nursery, and John wasn’t sure if he just didn’t want to be around the children or if it was John he didn’t want to be around. It stung, but he tried not to dwell on it. Instead he held his son for long moments, kissing his forehead and cuddling him close, before getting the newborn settled in his crib and picking up his sister. You: Sherlock went and got a roll away bed from a spare room. He rolled it into the nursery and wiped his hands on his slacks. “I thought…you would like to sleep in here.” Sherlock said, looking at John uncertainly. “because you need rest but you clearly won’t leave the twins alone.” He wanted to be around them, to bond with his children and John…but John needed this. Stranger: John looked at the roll away bed with surprise, appreciating the gesture. “Thank you,” he said genuinely. “I don’t think I’ll be sleeping at all, but it was kind of you to bring it in.” He’d had nightmares nearly every night of the last month of his pregnancy. He felt like he’d go mad if he kept on having them. It was a hell of a lot better to hold his children than to wake up screaming. You: “Why not?” Sherlock asked, knowing that sleep would be the easiest way for John to feel better, and he wanted John to be happy. “Is something wrong?” Stranger: “I have nightmares,” John said tersely. “My shouting will wake up the children. I don’t need to sleep, I’m fine. I can stay up for another day or so.” You: Sherlock shook his head. “You need sleep John.” He insisted. “You won’t be any help to the twins if you can’t sleep properly. Is there anything I can do to help you?” Stranger: “Don’t say that. I can be a /good/ father, I know I can,” John said, his voice just as insistent, nearly desperate in his want to prove himself. “I doubt there’s anything that can be done.” You: Sherlock put his hands gently on John’s shoulders. “I know you’re going to be an amazing father, alright? I need you to take care of yourself though. I don’t want you to get sick.” Stranger: “I don Stranger: “I don’t need to sleep,” John said, although even he could tell that his protests were getting weaker as he leaned into the stability of Sherlock’s touch. You: Sherlock lead John over to the bed and sat him down carefully. “Can I take her?” he asked, referring to the baby John still held in his arms. “I’m going to put her back in her crib.” He held out his hands for her, waiting on John. Stranger: John bent his head to kiss the baby girl’s forehead, then reluctantly gave her back to Sherlock. His arms felt empty already. You: Sherlock put her down in the crib and went back over to John, wrapping his arms around him. “I’ll wake you if you start having a nightmare.” he said softly. “How does that sound?” Stranger: John couldn’t remember the last time someone had held him like this. Maybe it had never happened. “Okay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You: Sherlock rubbed John’s back and laid down “Okay, now go to sleep.” He ordered gently Stranger: Despite his protestations, it only took a few short moments for John to fall asleep. He got perhaps an hour of rest in before the nightmare set in, and he let out a low moan of fear, his hand gripping the sheets. You: Sherlock shook John awake gently. “John.” he murmured. “John you’re alright, you’re safe, no one is going to separate you from your children again.” Stranger: John tensed and cried out when he felt someone grasping his shoulder. He awoke a moment later, panting and trembling slightly, then pressed his face to the pillow, so Sherlock couldn’t see him. You: “Will you tell me about it?” Sherlock asked, running a hand through John’s hair. Stranger: John didn’t say anything for a long moment. Finally, he said, “I suppose when you bought me they informed you that I had a stillborn child two years ago.” You: “I was aware” Sherlock nodded and started tracing patterns across John’s shoulders with his fingers. Stranger: “I dreamt the twins were stillborn. That I’d killed them, like I did with my first son,” John said, his breath shaky. You: Sherlock shook his head. “That wasn’t your fault.” he said “the stillborn wasn’t your fault. They’re alive and healthy. The twins are beautiful John.” Stranger: “No, it was. They told me— if I had taken better care of myself, if I hadn’t fought against the Alpha—” John said in a chocked voice. “I was so scared something would happen to the twins.” Stranger: *choked You: Sherlock pulled John close against him and hushed him softly. “Its a lie doctors tell omegas, when the alpha is at fault. They can’t blame the alpha so they blame the omega. John it wasn’t your fault.” Stranger: John pressed his wet face into Sherlock’s chest. “He was so tiny. My little boy, he never even got a chance. And my little girl is five now; I don’t even know what they named her. The twins are all I have now.” You: Sherlock continued to murmur gently into John’s ear. “Your daughter….her name is Chloe. And John if you want more children I will give you more, I’ll give you anything you want to make you happy.” “ Stranger: John looked up at Sherlock with wide, startled eyes. “Chloe? That’s what they named her?” he asked, his heart pounding. “You’re sure?” You: Sherlock nodded “Of course. I’m positive.” Stranger: John had to force himself to keep from dissolving into tears. “Thank you for telling me,” he whispered. “I’d be happy to have more of your children some day.” You: Sherlock nodded and kissed John’s cheek. “Not just mine…ours.” He said softly. “Will you go back to sleep now? You still need rest.” Stranger: “Ours,” John repeated, more to himself than to Sherlock. He nodded at Sherlock’s question. “You’ll stay here? I know you said that you’re busy, but if you could just stay for a few more hours, please.” You: “I lied.” Sherlock answered “I’m not busy. I’ll stay here as long as you’ll have me.” Stranger: John couldn’t help the small snort of amusement at Sherlock’s shameless confession. “Right. Then I won’t have to worry about waking up alone.” You: “No I’ll stay right here.” Sherlock assured John. He smiled “Now go to sleep, John. You shouldn’t be doing so much, it’s only been a few days.” Stranger: John settled back into the pillow, staying close to Sherlock. “Alright, Sherlock. Wake me if the babies need me.” You: Sherlock nodded and laid next to John watching his face, searching for any signs of nightmare for when he fell back asleep. “I’ll wake you if they need you” Stranger: John slipped back into sleep easily enough, and this time, he slept peacefully, free of any nightmares. You: Sherlock smiled and kissed John’s forehead. Then he just held the omega, rubbing his back until Sherlock fell into a light sleep as well. Stranger: John woke when dawn crept into the nursery. One of the twins was fussing, and apparently the other decided that that meant they ought to be fussing as well. He lifted his head as he blinked awake, still warm in Sherlock’s arms. You: Sherlock opened his eyes and smiled at John. He’d heard the twins and had been about to get up. “Don’t get up.” Sherlock said “I’ll get them and bring them over, okay?” Stranger: “Okay,” John murmured, stretching his arms and cracking his neck. He couldn’t remember when he’d last had such a sound sleep. You: Sherlock sat up and climbed carefully over John. He went over to the cribs and picked up the boy, who was fussing. He took him over to John. “There you are.” he said and went to go get the girl. He sat next to John and smiled at him. “We can’t keep on calling them Boy and Girl, they’ll need proper names” Stranger: “Come here, cranky,” John said, bouncing the little boy in his arms. “Not a morning person, hm? You must get that from your dad Sherlock.” He looked back up at Sherlock. “No, those won’t work at all. D’you have any ideas for the names?” You: “You should name them.” Sherlock said with a sad half smile “You didn’t get to name your others….you can choose theirs.” Stranger: “Me?” John asked in surprise. He had thought Sherlock would want to name them. Still, he wouldn’t turn down the task. After a few moments he asked, “What do you think of Benjamin Hamish and Amelia Grace?” You: Sherlock nodded and looked at the girl in his arms “Amelia Grace.” He said with a smile. “Its beautiful.” Stranger: “They’re beautiful,” John said in agreement. Their Amelia and Benjamin. He felt complete, here with the twins. And with Sherlock, You: Sherlock looked over at John. “Are you hungry? Do you need something to eat?” Stranger: “Yeah, it’s been a little while since I’ve eaten,” John said with a nod. “They probably need to be fed too.” You: “I will leave them in your capable hands.” Sherlock said “Stay here and I’ll go get food for us….are they taking a bottle? I can get bottles for them as well” Stranger: “I don’t know, there must’ve been someone giving them formula,” John said. “Otherwise I can just nurse them.” You: “I’ll bring up bottles just in case, you do what you want to.” Sherlock kissed the top of Benjamin’s head and put Amelia back into her crib. “I’ll be back in a moment” Stranger: John stroked Benjamin’s cheek, looking down at the baby boy who was now awake and looking around curiously. He touched his son’s hand and smiled when tiny fingers curled around him. You: Sherlock quickly made breakfast for himself and John. Then fixed two bottles of formula. He walked back up to the nursery with a tray in his arms. “I’m back” He said with a half smile Stranger: “I think he’s good and hungry now, he looks like he’s about to nibble on my finger,” John said with a smile, reaching out for the bottle of formula. You: Sherlock handed it to him and put the tray down at the foot of the bed. He went over and picked up Ameila, who was beginning to fuss. “Are you hungry too, love?” He crooned sitting next to John and picking up the other bottle. Stranger: John watched as Benjamin suckled hungrily on the bottle, chuckling as he watched him. “Oh, he’s got an appetite on him,” he said, looking up as Amelia started to fuss. Though Sherlock seemed to have it well under control. You: Amelia cooed happily before starting to suck on the bottle. Sherlock looked over at John and smiled at him. “How did you sleep?” he asked Stranger: “Better than I have in years,” John replied. “God, it was fantastic. Did you get any rest yourself?” You: Sherlock nodded “Yes I did. I’m glad you slept well. Do you think it was that I was with you or that you knew none of it was your fault? or that your children were so close?” Stranger: John grew a little more somber. “Still hard to believe that it wasn’t my fault,” he admitted, his voice tenser, not willing to talk about his lost son anymore. “But I think it helped to have my children nearby, and to have someone willing to sleep next to me.” You: “It wasn’t” Sherlock promised. “And I’ll stay with you every night. We can get a more permanent bed moved in here, if you would like” Stranger: “I would like that,” John agreed. “Better than sleeping in that cramped room by myself.” He’d been living in the servants quarters during his stay at the manor. You: Sherlock nodded “And you’re not going back there, you’re going to stay with me. Or I’m going to stay with you.” he said he turned his attention to Amelia when she started to fuss but he quickly put the bottle back in her mouth, it had come out when he wasn’t paying attention. Stranger: “Really?” John asked, his eyebrows raising. He hadn’t thought Sherlock would be, well, interested in having John around that often. He got the impression that the Alpha was happy being a loner. “I don’t want to be in your way.” You: Sherlock looked over at him. “My mate could never be in my way” He said simply Stranger: John’s eyes rounded. “Your mate… But we’re not bonded,” he said quietly. “Are you saying that you want to be?” You: “O..only if you want to.” Sherlock bit his lip. “….that’s just how….I mean this is what mates do…” Stranger: “I want to,” John said quickly. “If you’ll have me, then I want to.” Then no one would be able to take John away from his family. He’d have a place in the world. You: “Of course I want you.” Sherlock smiled at him. “John will you be my mate?” You: ((brb)) Stranger: “I will be,” John said without hesitation. “We can bond as soon as I’m well enough.” His hand automatically reached up to brush against the curve of his neck, where a bond mark would go. You: Sherlock nodded and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.” Stranger: John smiled at the kiss to his cheek. “What are you thanking me for? You know you could have any Omega in the country, yeah? With looks like yours, a genius brain, and a good family name. I’m the one who should be thanking you for settling for me.” You: “I didn’t settle for you. I /chose/ you.” Sherlock said “There have been other Omegas that Mother has paraded past me….but I chose you.” Stranger: “There have been?” John asked. He hadn’t known that. “Why me and not any of them?” You: “Because….they were too eager to please, they were broken, they didn’t have any will of their own.” Stranger: “What, and you liked the Omega who told you to go to hell when you asked me what my name was?” John asked with a half-smile. You: “I did” Sherlock agreed “You were different.” He moved so he was pressed close to John. Stranger: “You’ve got strange taste, Sherlock,” John said, leaning in so his forearm was pressed to Sherlock’s. You: “Thank you.” Sherlock grinned and looked down at Amelia “Look….she’s asleep.” Stranger: “Newborns need much more sleep than we do,” John said, looking down at little Amelia. Now that Benjamin was fed, he was looking quite tired as well. “They pretty much won’t do anything but sleep and eat for the first few weeks, according to the books I’ve read.” You: “She’s so perfect.” Sherlock murmured, stroking a thumb over her cheek. “She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Stranger: “Just as beautiful as her brother,” John said, bending his head to kiss Amelia’s head. “I never dreamed I’d actually get to hold them in my arms.” You: Sherlock smiled at him. “Is it what you thought it would be? Holding them?” ((also I might get disconnected soon so jaythewriterinthetardis@gmail if you want to continue)) Stranger: “No, it’s even more,” John said, looking down at the now-sleeping baby. “It’s like the whole world stopped and now it’s revolving around them.” You: Sherlock smiled at him. “That’s good, they’re meant to be your whole world.” Stranger: “Are you happy we had them?” John asked. “You didn’t seem too enthused about the pregnancy.” You: “I was thrilled about the pregnancy…..you….you didn’t seem happy about it and I didn’t want to make you unhappy.” Stranger: John thought of how to explain. “It’s just that I knew I was going to have to say goodbye to two children that I loved so much already,” he said. “I didn’t know if I would be able to live through it a third time. Part of me hoped I just wouldn’t make it through the labour, as long as they were healthy.” You: Sherlock made a sad sound and kissed John’s forehead. “I should have told you before.” Stranger: “It’s alright. You just assumed that I knew I was staying, yeah?” John asked. “And I just assumed you were sending me back.” You: Sherlock nodded “I thought you’d been told.” Stranger: “No, I didn’t know,” John said, shifting Benjamin in his arms and rubbing his back. “Suppose this teaches us to talk to each other more.” You: Sherlock snorted with amusement. “I suppose.” he agreed. He got up carefully and carried Amelia back to her crib. Then he went back for Benjamin. “Can I have him? You need to eat as well.” Stranger: John was reluctant to hand over his son, but he knew that Sherlock was right and that he wouldn’t regain his strength if he didn’t eat, so he carefully handed the baby over. You: Sherlock kissed Bejamin’s forehead and put him in the cradle. He put the tray in John’s lap. “Eat up.” he ordered gently. as he sat next to him. Stranger: John dug into his breakfast, taking small bites at first but then eating more and more once he realized how starving he was. “You eat too,” he said, giving Sherlock a nudge. You: Sherlock stole a piece of toast from the tray and grinned at John. Stranger: John laughed aloud and said, “Look, you have your own plate right there, now you’re stealing my toast?” You: “I wanted toast.” Sherlock answered simply with a grin. Stranger: “Fine, now you’ve got your toast,” John said, grinning back and offering Sherlock some jam. “Here, have some of this, you thief.” You: Sherlock took the jam and finished eating his toast. Then he started eating from his own plate. Stranger has disconnected.