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Y'all are gonna try to guilt me and others into having sympathy for Charlie Kirk today and I just wanna remind you that if you were shot in cold blood he'd say it was the cost of keeping the second amendment and worth it. Remember that. I have as much sympathy for him as he has had for other victims of gun violence✌🏻

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[day 8: “there is no need for mistletoe.”]

“Are you guys decent?” comes Sam’s voice from the other side of their door.

“Yes,” is Cas’ reply, at the same time Dean says, “No.”

Sam pushes the door open anyway, saying “I’m trusting Cas’ common sense – “ but judging from the way his face falls he regrets it immediately.

The place is a mess - clothes, bottles and the pizza boxes he himself delivered to their room the night before cover every surface - and they are only half covered by their blankets. Cas is propped against the headboard, his hair wild and Dean’s head on his chest.

Dean is vaguely aware that it’s the afternoon but has no idea what time or for how long they’ve been in this position. There have been naps and kisses and more naps and he’s feeling too relax to have a care in the world.

He snorts softly at the look on his brother’s face.

“And that’s what you get for it, Sammy,” he says, with a lazy smirk.

Sam blushes and grumbles, “Yeah, thanks a lot, Cas,” and fixes his eyes on the wall, “Just wanted to say that if you think you’re able to get out of here, Eileen and I are going to the Christmas market out of town. Wanna come with?”

“Yeah, I dunno,” is Dean’s reply. “It’s cold and we’re kinda living our best lives right here.”

Sam winces, “Gross. Whatever. Just – if you wanna join us, we’re leaving in twenty,” he says. He may add something else but Cas has started dragging his fingers up and down Dean’s arm so he has stopped paying attention.

Only when he hears Cas’s mellow voice saying, “Thank you Sam, we’ll think about it” he realizes that the door has been closed again. 

“We will?”

Cas kisses the top of his head.

*

Against all odds, they somehow manage to untangle their limbs and stay apart long enough to get dressed. Cas does most of the work, throwing back at him pieces of clothings he finds around the room, and unsuccessfully tries to coax him into wearing a hat.

Eileen shows her surprise when she sees them standing at the entrance.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in days.”

“We’ve been busy,” says Dean and Cas is so close that it seems such a shame not to lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth when it quirks up.

Eileen rolls her eyes and signs something to Sam that makes him laugh, then says, “Yeah, I can see that.”

Dean doesn’t care enough to ask. He misses his blankets already. But at least Sam’s driving, so he can snuggle with Cas in the backseat and chase the warmth that he left behind.

*

They’ve set up the market in a street closed to the traffic and now in the cold and dark surroudings there’s a bright concentration of life and lights.

“You should have worn a hat,” says Cas as they are queuing for their tickets.

“We’re not getting into this again,” he says, wondering why there are so many people around them. Maybe it’s a Sunday, “You know what day it is?”

Cas shrugs. They look at each other for a moment then they both stifle a laugh.

Dean tries to focus on where they are and what they’re doing, but his thoughts are drown out by the lights and the Christmas songs coming from the nearby speakers, and there’s a spot under Cas’ ear that his eyes keep going back to that just begs to be kissed.

He can’t help it.

Cas tries to wiggle away and pulls down his hat.

“Sam said we need to behave,” he says, with a little grin.

“Don’t care,” says Dean, still with his nose pressed against his skin, and meets no resistance when he moves to find his mouth.

Sam chooses that moment to look over his shoulder, “I’ve got – oh, I’m regretting this already,” Dean hears him muttering as he turns around again.

*

Entering the Christmas market is like stepping into a dream. There are twinkling lights hanging above them and the vendors’ booths on each side are covered in fake snow and all sorts of festive decorations – each offering local products and handcrafted knick-knacks.

Dean doesn’t remember the last time he’s been to one of these things. Knowing that he’s there just to let go and enjoy it fills him with an excitement that he hasn’t felt in a long time.

A guy in a reindeer costume gives Cas a silver garland that he wears around his neck and they stroll down the street, pulling each other by the hand.

Sam and Eileen are a few feet ahead resolutely avoiding them because “they’re embarassing”.

Whatever. It’s easy not to lose them in the crowd when your brother towers over everyone else. He grabs their attention from time to time, waving and pointing at the booths he and Eileen intend to check out.

Dean, on the other hand, is more content to follow the smell of roasted chestnuts and candied nuts. Cas gets a bag of the latter and Dean gets to kiss the sugar from his lips and it kinda makes it up for the effort it took to go out.

From there it’s a beeline for the mulled wine booth. The drink is stronger than Dean thought and he feels light and warm in no time. He thinks he hears himself singing Joy to the World and then he doesn’t know how but all of the sudden he’s wearing Cas’ hat.

“Hey, wait a minute,” he stops in his track and points at his head, “I never agreed to this.”

“You did,” Cas laughs.

“Whe-?” he tries to say, but Cas is leaning in for another kiss and Dean decides that it doesn’t really matter.

They finally catch up with Sam and Eileen as they are about to buy a wreath with red bows and pine-cones and bells.

Eileen takes a look at them approaching and taps Sam’s shoulder to say, amused, “We shouldn’t have left them alone.”

She signs something else and Dean recognizes ‘drunk’.

"Now, this is what I call a wreath," says Dean, pointing at the biggest one on display with lights, baubles and red berries. “Sammy, we’re getting that one, right?”

“We already chose this one.”

The vendor behind the booth follows their exchange with a smile and cuts in to say, “If you buy two I’ll throw in a sprig of mistletoe.”

“No,” shouts out Sam, and then laughs embarassed, holding up one hand, “Sorry. Sorry, thank you, but - believe me. There’s no need for mistletoe at our house,” he says, pointing a thumb at the two of them. “Actually, it’s like our ceiling is made of mistletoe.”

Dean shrugs and Cas smiles, circling his waist and pecking his cheek.

“I like the one with the pop corn,” he says against his skin and Dean feels tingling from head to toe.

“We’re taking them all,” he says, vigorously slapping Sam on the back.

Sam gives a pointed look at the vendor as if to say. “See what we put up with?”, then sighs and opens up his wallet.

*

Cas is still a little wobbly on his feet as they make their way to their car.

They insist they barely had a drink, but Sam says he saw them swaying and apologizing to a pole they ended up bumping against so he’s not sure he believes them.

Dean is feeling great.

“Thank you for the wreath, Sam,” Cas says, as they fall in step with them.

Sam huffs a laugh and grabs his shoulder to steady him.

“You’re welcome, Cas. Did you have fun?”

"I had a great time."

“That’s great. If you think you can give the world beyond your room a chance again tomorrow, we’re thinking of going to a Christmas tree farm a couple of hours from here.”

"Yeah, I don’t think we can do that, Sammy,” cuts in Dean seriously, from the other side. He pauses for effect then adds, “Cas is too hot. May start a fire in there."

Sam groans and mouths “Oh my god,” as he quickens his pace to get away from them.

“This is the worst case of lovebird phase I’ve ever seen,” Eileen says shaking her head and following him into the car.

Dean snorts and slips an arm around Cas’ neck to pull his face closer.

“What is she talking about?” he asks, grinning.

Cas grins back, “I have no idea,” he says, before meeting his mouth halfway.

Sam from the car blasts the horn at them.

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Have this lovely piece of literature about a villain controlled by a parasite during most of their crimes :)

Warning: Light swearing, blood, death, self-sacrifice

"So? Will you admit to the crimes you've done or at least tell us why you did some of them?" The hero on the other side of the panel asked.

Such a foolish move. They know that I wont say anything. Even with restraints on my power immobilizing it, I could still break out. But they didn't know that. "I will not admit to something that technically wasn't committed by me," I responded. They looked confused.

"What exactly does that mean?" The police officer standing next to them asked. What a cute couple they were. Shame only I could recognize their mutual likeness of one another.

I traced my finger along the concrete wall I was sitting up against, one of three and the one by the door that would allow either of them entry if they so desired. "What I mean is that I was not the one in control," I explained. The door was connected to the reinforced glass that was preventing me from escaping right now. Not that I wanted to. Though it gave me plenty of opportunity to see what was going on outside my cell.

"What, are you some sort of schizophrenic?" The hero asked. I shook my head. "Well then what do you fucking mean?" They asked. I laughed a little bit.

"I can't quite answer right now. But if you'll wait a few seconds I can probably show you. You'll need to be patient."

I made sure both wouldn't interrupt me before I called on him. He wouldn't be able to do anything. Not with me caged like this. "Rigmoth, get out of your hidey hole. Someone wants to meet you. In person." The two on the other side of the panel were clearly confused but said nothing, and slowly but surely he showed himself.

A black little creature composed of evil and potentially some magic. He's nothing at first glance, a shadow of sorts that is nothing more than a snakey figure attached to my body and a mouth. "In-person you say?" He asked. He appeared within their line of sight, and hooked himself under one of my arms, demanding some attention. Greedy narcissistic thing.

I gave him a few head scratches with a finger and spoke. "Meet my personal parasite. Rigmoth. He's the one that controlled me during most of my sprees." The two were shocked. Maybe not clearly, but reading their body language they were most definitely shocked. "Do you have anything for this little packet of evil?" I asked.

Both shook their heads.

"Good. Rigmoth get out of here before I cut your stupid little parasite body away from my own," I said to the evil little creature. He did as told as went back to hiding somewhere in my body, most likely enjoying some time resting along my muscles and in my veins.

At least he wasn't trying to take control of my head.

"Any questions from you two?" I said. The police officer spoke up. "How did that happen?" They asked. They crouched down to my level while they spoke.

"What, you mean how that thing got bonded to me? Simple. It was looking for a host and settled on me because of how strong I am. We made the deal that he could use my body at times that we both agreed on as long as he didn't hurt a few specific people. He gets a powerful host and I get a less boring life. Win-win, at least at the time," I explained.

"What do you mean, 'at the time'?" The police officer continued to question.

I gave a small laugh. "I mean that I hate that little thing. He's been shaky on our deal lately, getting very close to hurting the people who are very specifically off-limits and almost taking one as a second host. Little shit wouldn't follow the one rule I laid out, and I'm super close to kicking him out of my body," I said.

"Well if you hate him so much why don't you do it already?" The hero asked.

"If it were so simple he would've been long gone by now, but he has to be contained in me until I can find a way to get rid of him for good."

I could feel Rigmoth's presence fading, like he was going to sleep. Good.

"Here's a fun fact for you, parasites are super annoying and don't disappear when they get kicked out. They need to be specifically killed." I could tell Rigmoth was fully asleep now. "If they just get kicked out they'll find someone new. Their host would need to die because they can't leave their body unless they have a second host," I said.

The hero groaned. "If I wanted to listen to someone go on about parasites then I would've found a podcast." They turned to the officer. "Do what you want with them, but I'm not staying here," they said before walking off.

The officer took a deep breath before refocusing on me. "I'm inclined to agree with them but I also want to know more. Being stuck with a parasite is… interesting. Would you mind telling me more?" They said.

Now is my chance. "Listen, Rigmoth fell asleep a bit ago after settling back into my body. He gets bored of my explanations too. But I'm not wasting this opportunity. I need you to get something for me."

The officer was somewhat confused but nodded anyway. "Sure, what is it?" They asked. I lowered my voice to somewhere near a whisper.

"I need you to trust me, get me a knife. A small one is fine, all it has to be is sharp, I just need a knife," I said. The officer looked at me strangely, clearly suspicious. "Just trust me. Please. That's all I need, just trust me."

They sighed and nodded. "Fine, I'll get you a small knife. Only because your powers are blocked and there's no way for you to escape with just a knife," they explained.

I thanked them and they left, returning a few minutes later with a very small knife, presumably one for cutting fruit. They opened the heavy door and dropped the knife in my cell before shutting it securely and ensuring I wouldn't be able to escape.

But that wasn't what I was after.

"Now what?" They asked me.

"Now… you should probably leave. You don't wanna see this next part, trust me," I said. Despite that they didn't move, though I probably wouldn't either in their place. I'm surprised they even agreed to give me the knife.

After another minute or so, I spoke up again, "Seriously, leave. This gets pretty messy and I've never met a single person that didn't regret watching."

They growled pretty quietly, but I still heard. "Fine. You get 3 minutes," they said before leaving. Finally, I could get on with my plan.

I took the knife and just held it for a bit, mentally preparing for what was about to happen. Taking a deep breath, I switched it around so the blade was facing the ground and in one quick motion stabbed through my wrist, definitely hitting a main artery. Which meant I only had a little bit of time to complete the next part, the message.

I took a deep breath, pulling the blade out of my arm and setting it down beside me. I'd experienced something similar to death multiple times, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

I had to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from making any noise as I dipped my fingers in the stream of red pulsing from my arm, writing my message.

Rigmoth never once woke up, too accustomed to me getting in major battles on my own accord. I finished my message before too long, and was almost ready to pass out from blood loss. But I couldn't go unconscious just yet, I still needed to do one final thing to ensure he would be gone.

With faltering strength, I grabbed the knife one last time. This time the blade faced up, and was going to be the star of my final action.

I pulled the knife towards me, and my vision went black.

Finally at peace, next to my last message, 'dead body dead brain', written with the last several liters of blood Rigmoth would ever gain control of.