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The elf was use to his sofa being taken over. It came with his normal open door policy for friends in need. But, he took care and scooped her up after she fell asleep to his bed. Shutting the door he did not bother her till the next morning when he leaned on the frame and knocked on the door not wanting to upset her.

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I want the K

Forceful Kiss

Seeing Andie coming out of the building alive was a blessing. From the first glimpse of red hair and black jacket, he walked swiftly towards her, eager to catch up with her and assess her damage. He’d promised himself during their liaisons together that he wouldn’t get emotionally attached to her, but for a brief moment, he’d forgotten all about it - his friend’s well-being was more important than some arbitrary sex-beneficial friendship code. “Are you alright?” he asked when he met her, his hand firmly on her shoulder. “Are you alright?!” he repeated, more firmly when she hesitated to answer. When he finally saw her nod, he tucked his free hand under her chin to bring her head up and crashed his lips onto hers, rules be damned, the Winchesters nearby be damned.

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Tagged by: Scaramoose

Rules:

rule 1: always post the rules.

rule 2: answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones.

rule 3: tag 11 new people and link them to the post.

rule 4: let them know you’ve tagged them

My Answers: 

1) What's Your Favorite TV Show? I think that one speaks for itself, really. xD I'm kidding; Besides Supernatural, I really liked Sherlock and I'm watching my way through a few seasons of Hell's Kitchen.

2) Favorite Cross-over Ship? I don't usually ship cross-over, but I think Captain Jack Harkness and Dean Winchester would make an interesting duo (hell, Captain Jack Harkness and Castiel).

3) Destiel or Sabriel? Destiel; it's my OTP of the show.

4) Favorite Accent? I'm actually a huge sucker for a Southern [Texas, Tennessee, etc] accent. Imagine my surprise when I saw Par 6 [or at least, Misha in Par 6].

5) Hobbies other than RPing? I actually love going out with friends to eat or just hang out at each other's houses. Whatever gets me out of my own house. I also love to draw and read, even though my attention span isn't as it used to be....

6) How much do you love your muse? It's pretty ridiculous. Castiel is my baby; I've tried to RP other SPN characters but he's the only one for me.

7) Fire, Water, Earth, or Air? My zodiac symbol is an air symbol (Aquarius), but I've always been a huge fan of water, despite being a bit of a pyromaniac in my pre-teens.

8) Favorite Food? It switches every now and again but for right now I'm really liking the generic category of Chinese food.

9) Favorite Drink? Lipton Green Tea (the kind that comes in a jug). I'm also a fan of strawberry lemonade.

10) Do you drink alcohol? On the occasion. (yay for...underage drinking...? Two more years, though, I'm 19.)

11) Do you have any pets? I used to, most notably my dog Lucky, but they sadly all passed.

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My Questions:

1) When was the last time you ate potato chips? 2) What are you listening to right now? 3) What is your favorite season of Supernatural overall? 4) Jared Padalecki taking you to a dog park to play with his dogs (or yours, if that's what you want), Jensen Ackles playing guitar and singing a song with you, or Misha Collins baking a cake and sharing with you? 5) Do you play video games, and if so, what kind (examples)? 6) Do you have piercings or tattoos? 7) What is your favorite article of clothing? 8) What's a song you can't bring yourself to skip ever? 9) Can you dig Elvis? 10) If you could have your room be any color, what color would you pick? 11) Do you like the beach?

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New American Classic | Closed

While the hunter’s memory of him seemed to fade, Castiel never quite could shake Andralissa Thomas from his consciousness. As everything did, their friendship had slowly drawn to a close after the world-shattering crises stopped.

“It would be foolish for me to stay in your lives,” the fallen angel had remarked, his voice weighted with guilt as he fought the urge to cry. “After everything I’ve messed up for…all of you,” he explained with a glance to Andie, Sam, and Dean. With a heavy heart, he turned towards the motel room door without even a glance to the gazes he felt burning into his back while he walked away. He remembered the moment as if he were forced to relive it every day.

Reluctantly, he kept in touch with Andie through letters, but those, too, stopped as the woman moved on with her life and was too busy to remember to keep correspondence. Castiel wasn’t so lucky, as he lived a relatively secluded life; while he moved into a suburb of Pontiac, Illinois as he thought was right to do by his vessel, he never made more friends – instead, he chose to pass his time building a small household library and watching the children play at the neighborhood park. Hunting had lost its appeal, considering how badly it truly affected the lives of those around him, and though he had a few victories under his belt, he stopped after his first accident – a misfire in which a werewolf devoured a seventeen year old girl’s heart in front of him. Andie moved on without him; so did Sam, and even Dean – with a little pushing.

A genuine surprise came one August afternoon in the form of a fancy envelope with neatly typed cursive font. By now, it had been years since the last letter, which piqued Castiel’s interest – why now? However, upon closer investigation, the enclosed paper wasn’t just a letter; rather, it was an invitation: “You are cordially invited to the wedding celebration of Andralissa Thomas and Sam Winchester.” His tired blue eyes scanned the envelope, and he smiled down at it. For a while there, he had known about the couple’s supposed secret attraction to each other, and it was a little relieving to know that the tension was eventually resolved. His first instinct told him that he shouldn’t attend; everyone was carrying along fine at the moment, and it was better that way, but the yearning underneath made him decide otherwise.

He hadn’t worn this suit in years, and it showed – the jacket was a little snug around his biceps and chest, and the slacks could stand to be altered, but it would have to do despite its flaws. He tried not to look at himself as he put it on; after all, this was what he wore in his darkest times, but he found it tactless to wear anything else. It would do for the day. He contemplated the tan trench coat to complete the ensemble and chose not to wear it – he couldn’t bear to look at it as it sat neatly folded in the bottom drawer of his dresser. With a small heaving sigh, he left the house and went to his car.

Driving was still awkward for him; having only barely passed the exam to get a fair license, he tried to avoid it as much as possible. He sat uncomfortably in the front seat as he pulled out of his driveway on the road to reunion; he still felt as if the seat in question (even if not in the same car) belonged to someone else. Scenarios played in his head as to what could possibly happen when his old friends saw him again, each one worse than the last. Sure, they had invited him, but he had no idea what motivation lied behind the gesture. He shook the thoughts from his mind as he rounded the final turn to the church.

It hadn’t been long since he had gotten out of the car before he heard a familiar voice call to him from the church doors. He turned to see the bride running towards him in what sounded like stiletto heels, and he instinctively bolted forwards when he saw her trip either over the uncomfortable height of the shoe or the length of her dress. Andie caught himself on his shoulders, and Castiel stood still with his arms around her as he allowed her to re-gain her balance.

A warm sensation filled Castiel as he looked at his old friend with a gentle smile. An understatement would be that he was happy to see her, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact magnitude of his joy. All at once, he was ultimately glad he decided to come, despite his “better” judgment. 

“Hello, Andie,” he quietly responded back.