#hellsgranniesnetwork

[divinewraths]

in looking to reconnect with old fandom friends, i remembered the hellsgrannies network i was in when it first started a few years ago. is this still a thing? can i still sit with you guys? i'm 26 now so i still meet the granny criteria c:

[daenw]

damnedean >>>> daenw

[daenw]

No matter the consequences.

The Dean Winchester Graphic Challenge damnedean vs. charlie-bradbury-winchester Prompt: Deal

[daenw]

Part 2 of this thing I wrote

“Who are you ignoring me for this time?”

“I’m not ignoring you.”

“I might have implied that your car should be hauled off as trash and you had no comment on the matter. I’d say you’re not paying too much attention.”

“You what?!”

“It was to see if you were paying attention. Clearly, you were not.”

Dean glares at her for a moment before going back to looking at his phone.

“So who are you texting, anyway? I know Benny doesn’t text this much. Or Vic. Aaron doesn’t text back that fast.” Charlie asks, trying to peer over Dean’s phone. Dean tilts it away from her.

“Don’t worry about it. You don’t know them.”

“Highly doubtful. I know a lot of people. More than you.”

“No. I ‘know’ a lot of people. I just don’t talk to them after getting to know them.”

“You’re a pig,” Charlie comments, feigning disgust.

Dean just snorts and shoots off another text, watching his phone as a little bubble pops up to show a reply was already being written. He smiles.

“Seriously, Dean. You look like someone just walked up and ruffled your hair and gave you an entire apple pie. Who’s got you all giddy?” Charlie prods, watching him curiously.

Dean glances up at her for a moment but looks back at his phone when it buzzes with a new message. “How’d your test go this morning?” he asks, ignoring her question. There’s silence for a long moment and Dean looks up, only to be greeted with a bitch face even stronger than Sam’s. “What?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“You don’t need to know who I’m talking to every minute of every day, Charlie. Damn. Leave a guy alone.”

“”You’re so full of shit, Winchester. Spill.”

“Is it Castiel? I bet it’s Castiel.”

“What? No. Why would I be texting him?” Dean answers, a bit too quickly.

Charlie’s eyes narrow and suddenly Dean’s phone is no longer in his hands.

“What the hell, Charlie!?”

Charlie holds the phone out of his reach and scrolls through the conversation. “This amount of winky faces should only be allowed while sexting,” she says, sounding unsurprised.

“Give me my phone back you—you crazy person!” Dean stretches, trying to reach for his phone.

“Thought you didn’t do coworkers, Dean?” Charlie smirks at him, finally releasing his phone as Dean snags it from her grip.

“There’s no doing being done. I gave him a ride home the other night and I guess he’s kind of cool so we’re talking. Shut up.” Dean ignores the look Charlie is giving him and goes back to looking at his conversation with Cas.

“Uh huh. I know how this goes. You’re just talking. Just friends. Next thing I know, we can’t go to some place because he works there, or studies there, or something. Dean—“

“I’m not gonna do anything, Charlie. Drop it.”

Charlie huffs and shakes her head. “Well, I will be saying ‘I told you so’ when it does inevitably happen. Just don’t make things weird at work. For the love of god, please.”

Dean just rolls his eyes.

--

“Dean?”

Dean looks up from the drink station where he’s filling a large cup full of water to take home. He smiles and sets his cup down, grabbing a lid. “What’s up, Cas?”

“Not much. Uhm—Could I perhaps get a ride home again tonight?” Cas asks, looking a little uncertain.

“Yeah, man. Absolutely. Your car broke or something?”

Cas shakes his head. “No. I don’t own a car.”

“Really? You just walk everywhere?”

“And bike. I have a bike to get me farther distances. I don’t bike here, though. I don’t particularly like biking home after dark,” Cas explains.

“Understandable.” Dean pulls his hat off and hooks it to one of the loops on his pants. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here,” he says when he saw Benny and Meg coming from the back of the store to leave as well.

“Hey, Clarence.”

Dean looks over at Meg, looking ather like she’s lost her mind because who the hell is Clarence?

Cas looks at her. “Yes, Meg?”

Dean then looks over at Cas like he’s just as crazy. “Your name isn’t Clarence.”

Meg looks at Dean, arching one brow. “Would it kill you to read a book? Watch a movie?”

“I do both of those things.”

“Sure you do.” Meg looks back at Cas again. “We’re going out to this diner. Wanna join us?”

“We are?” Dean asks, confused.

“You’re not invited,” Meg says simply.

Benny rolls his eyes. “You’re invited, Dean. You always are.”

Meg snorts.

Dean glares at Meg for a moment before looking over at Cas expectantly. “You wanna? It’s good food, I promise.”

Cas is silent for a moment, deliberating. Dean can see the gears turning in his head and he wonders why it’s such a hard decision. It is late, though, and maybe Cas isn’t hungry.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I could just take you home,” Dean offers.

Cas shakes his head then. “No. I’ll come.”

“Great,” Meg says brightly. “Let’s go, then. We can take my car.”

“You mean your abomination on wheels?” Dean comments.

“You’re one to talk. How much is it to fill your tank again?”

“Shut up.”

--

“So, Clarence. You free tomorrow?”

Dean stops with a fry halfway to his mouth and narrows his eyes at Meg.

Cas looks up at her from his plate of French toast and shakes his head. “No. I have off tomorrow night.”

“There’s a party. Wanna go?”

“Where is it?” Dean asks immediately.

“You’re not invited,” Meg says, smiling at him coolly.

“I didn’t say I wanted to go. I asked where it was.”

“It’s over on James Street—“

Dean turns to Cas. “Don’t go.”

Cas’ brows knit together. “Why not?”

“That area is so sketch, Cas. How do you not know this?”

“I’ve never been to a party.”

“Oh, then you so have to go,” Meg chimes in again. “C’mon. It’ll be a real good time. I can promise you that.”

“Shut up, Meg.”

“I think I’d really like to go. Can you pick me up, Meg?” Cas asks.

“Cas, what the hell?”

Cas levels Dean with a stare that makes him swallow thickly. “I’d like to go.”

“Right,” Dean says, giving a nod and looking back down at his plate of food.

Meg beams up at Cas. “Great. I’ll pick you up at nine. We’re gonna have a real good time. Promise.”

Dean shoves a forkful of food in his mouth and is mostly silent for the remainder of their get-together.

--

Dean pulls in front of Cas’ apartment a while later, chewing on his lower lip. He doesn’t turn off the ignition, doesn’t even look over at Cas. The ride had been silent and, quite frankly, pretty uncomfortable.

“You seem troubled.”

Dean rolls his eyes and stares out the windshield at the orange-lit street. “I’m good, Cas.”

“You’ve been very quite since half way through dinner.”

“I’m okay, Cas. Seriously.” Dean finally looks over at Cas. He’s peering at Dean with those wide, blue eyes, looking genuinely concerned. Dean sighs. “I don’t find Meg to be that great  of company. We’re not exactly in each other’s’ fan club.”

Cas frowns. “I gathered that. Though, I don’t understand why. You’re both perfectly nice people.”

“Not that simple, buddy.”

“Why shouldn’t I go to the party, Dean?” Cas asks suddenly, catching Dean off-guard.

Dean blinks. “You do whatever you want, Cas. It’s your life.”

“But why do you not want me to go? What’s so bad about going to a part with Meg?”

Cas’ eyes bore into Dean and he shifts uncomfortably under the intense gaze. “No reason, man. It’s nothing. You just go. Have fun. Be safe.”

Dean has to look away after a moment, feeling too uncomfortable with Cas staring at him like he can see every little tick and switch of Dean’s thoughts. He rubs the back of his neck. “Have a good night, Cas. I’ll see you in a few days.”

Dean’s grateful Cas doesn’t drag the moment out longer. He climbs out of the Impala with a quiet goodbye and Dean watches him until he disappears inside the lobby of the apartment complex.

--

“Brother, I am about to send you home.”

“You can’t send me home, Benny. You don’t have enough people tonight as it is,” Dean snaps, tossing a few sandwiches into the HLZ.

“You’ve been like this three nights in a row. If you’re gonna stand in there bitin’ peoples’ heads off, I’m gonna find someone else who can do the job until you get your head out of your ass.” Benny takes the sandwiches and puts them on a tray, serving off the order with a very deliberate jab of his finger.

“I’m fine, Benny. Fine enough to do my damn job. Stop hassling me.”

“You’re not fine. Everyone can tell. I’ve already had five sandwiches sent back because you ain’t thinkin’ straight.”

“I’m fine.”

Benny all but glares at him before turning his attention to another crew member. Dean attempts to lose himself in the repetition of putting down nuggets and burgers and making sandwiches, but he’s been out of sorts all weekend. He pretends he doesn’t know why, but he does. He’s not about to admit it, though, because it’s stupid. Dean Winchester does not get jealous.

“Cas, I want you back on table with Dean.”

Dean stops mid-wrap and he looked over the HLZ to see Cas standing next to Benny. There are shadows under his eyes.

“Uh… why not just have Garth come back here? Or Adam?”

“Because I put Adam on front counter and Garth on lobby. Charlie’s at front booth, Cassie’s up here with me, and Jo’s on dishes. We’re ‘bout to hit rush, so you’ll need help in there. And Cas needs practice,” Benny explains. “Now stop glarin’ at me and work on making food. People are getting’ impatient.”

Dean glowers at him before returning to what he was doing.

When Cas gets in the grill area, tying an apron around his waist, Dean moves over to work on putting down meats.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas says. His voice sounds a little hoarse, Dean notices.

“Hey,” Dean replies simply. “You know what you’re doin’ or you gonna need help over there?”

“I should be fine for now. I’ll tell you if I need help.”

They work mostly in silence, only speaking to call out when things were running low or when things were put down or up. Cas works at a steady pace, if a bit slow, but it’s fine until lobby picks up. Garth is sent back to help them and his mindless chatter is enough to kill the tension at least for a bit.

The store slows down and Dean is grateful when he’s given a break. He gets his food and slumps into a chair in the crew room, taking off his hat and tossing it onto the counter behind his tray. He’s alone, and the sounds from the restaurant are muffled, easing the tension in his head a little. He nibbles on a fry, willing time to pass slowly.

Dean jumps when a tray is set down behind him and he looks back to see Cas sliding into a chair at the small table in the corner. Dean sighs, turning back to his food and mentally cursing Benny.

“Parties are far more intense than I imagined,” Cas says after a moment of silence.

Dean snorts and bites into his apple pie.

“Meg herself is as well.”

Dean almost chokes.

“Are you alright?” Cas sounds alarmed.

“Dude, if you had sex with Meg, I don’t wanna know about it,” Dean wheezes as he tries to clear pie from his esophagus.

Cas is silent.

--

Dean heads to his car after they close and he slips into the driver’s seat, tossing his hat onto the passenger side. He rubs his hand over his face before starting the engine and pulling out of the parking lot. He makes it less than a block when he sees Cas walking slowly on the sidewalk. Dean frowns and pulls off to the side of the road. He climbs out of the car and stands to look over the hood. Cas is looking at him quizzically as he walks over.

“Yes, Dean?”

“You’re walking home?”

“How else would I get home?”

Dean frowns. “I told you I could give you a ride if you needed one.”

Cas stares at him, eyes drilling holes right through Dean. Dean needs to take a deep breath to steady his nerves.

“I felt that the invitation wasn’t still on the table,” Cas said slowly.

“What? Why?”

Cas’ brows pinch together. “You haven’t really been talking to me. I was under the impression I’d done something to offend you.”

Dean swallows, shakes his head. “Nah. C’mon, get in.” Dean drops back into his seat before Cas can protest.

The ride is tense and silent and Dean hates that he can’t think of anything to say. Cas sits still as stone in the passenger seat, staring out his window as if the passing street lamps were the most interesting things in the world.

Dean parks in front of Cas’ apartment, turns off the ignition, and clears his throat. “So, uh, yeah.”

“Dean, I don’t really understand what’s going on. But whatever I’ve done to upset you—“

“Cas, I’m fine—“

“You’re not. I haven’t heard from you in days and you’ve been short with me all evening.”

“Short? What, are you—No, okay, you could have texted me, too. I never heard from you, either,” Dean defends, feeling slighted.

“Because I didn’t think you wanted to hear from me,” Cas retorts, looking over at him.

“I never said that.”

“Ever since I agreed to go to that party, you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder and I’d like to know why,” Cas demands.

“I told you. I don’t like Meg. That didn’t mean I didn’t want to talk to you.”

“Alright, but your dislike of Meg has extended to me—“

“What? No it has—“

“Yes, Dean, it has. I don’t see why I can’t be friends with you both.”

“You can. Jesus. Okay, look. I don’t like Meg. I’m not big on parties. I definitely don’t like the kind of party that she took you to. And don’t tell me I don’t know, because I do. That neighborhood’s notorious for those kinds of parties. Whatever. Do what you want. That’s fine. I’m fine.” Dean takes a deep breath. “Just, don’t get caught up in her shit. She’s fucking stupid sometimes, Cas. Okay? Trust me on this one. She can be nice enough and okay to talk to, but she’s a fucking idiot and she only looks out for herself—“

“Dean, what on earth do you think I’m doing with her?”

“I don’t know? And I don’t really care. I just—“ Dean clears his throat again and looks away. He turns his car back on and turns on some classic rock station. He can’t think well enough right now for this conversation. He sits back in his seat and closes his eyes.

“Dean?”

“Let’s just… Talk about this when I’m more awake or something. Please?”

Cas falls silent but Dean can still feel him staring. Some old REO murmurs out of the speakers, filling out the tension. Dean hears Cas sigh eventually.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Dean,” he says as he opens the door to get out.

Dean glances over at him. “I have off tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Cas stops and looks over at him.

“But, I’ll, uh—I’ll text you. Scouts honor.”

Cas watches him for a moment before sliding out of the car.

Dean could swear he saw a small smile on Cas’ lips.

[daenw]

hey! i heard about your day at work so yeah can you write a oneshot of destiel? any au or whatever you want :)

sorry this took a bit to get to. but i’m in the mood to write now finally. i’m gonna write about dean and cas working closing shift at mcdonalds. hang on tight.

They were waiting on the new guy, much to Dean’s dismay. They could have been off thirty minutes ago, but apparently the guy was as stubborn as an ass and thought it best to thoroughly scrub every. single. dish that passed by his sink. 

They’d stayed open later than usual because there’d been surge after surge of people flowing through drive-thru and lobby, all wanting the very annoying special deal that included two large fries, two Big Macs, and twenty piece nuggets. And ice cream. It was summer, after all.

So they didn’t close at 11:30pm like usual. Instead, they closed at 12:30am, and they were now sitting and waiting on the new guy at 2:30 in the morning. 

"He’s like some kind of robot or something. He’s been at those dishes since before we even closed," Charlie comments from where she sits across from Dean. They’ve been waiting in the lobby for thirty minutes already. 

"Did you tell him he didn’t need to scrub everything?"

"Yes, Charlie, I told him. Like, ten times. I told him the dishwasher does most of the work. He doesn’t listen," Dean grumbled through a yawn.

"Did you bat your lashes at him? That probably would have had him picking up the pace a little."

Dean rolled his eyes. “Fuck off. I’m not flirting with the new guy.”

"I bet he’d flirt back. There’s gotta be something under that android persona.”

"I told you, Charlie. I don’t do coworkers."

She snorted. “Yeah right. There is no one on this earth you would not do.”

"That’s not true," Dean defends, looking offended.

"It so is."

"I don’t date coworkers, Charlie. It’s awkward as hell. Took one time and I learned my lesson pretty damn quick," Dean says finally, glaring at the table top.

"Ooh, who was it?"

"She left before you got hired on. You don’t know her."

"You don’t know that. I know lots of people."

"You’re full of shit."

Charlie just smiled, then sighed, looking back in the direction of the front counter. “Do you think he’s gonna be done in the next hour?” She mused.

"He better fucking be done in the next fifteen minutes or I’m gonna kick his ass. I don’t know why Benny even put him on dishes to begin with. He should have been in lobby. I can do dishes faster than that. And I hate doing them.”

"Benny said he’s needs to practice. There’s not many closers as it is, and Meg is quitting so she’ll be gone in a week. He needs to learn things."

"Yeah, so he needs to learn how to be fast. I have an exam at ten."

"Yeah, and I have one at nine. Stop complaining."

—

Fifteen more minutes went by and they were still waiting on the new guy. Dean slapped his hand on the table and stood, startling Charlie out of her daze. 

"I can’t take this anymore. I’m going back there."

He made his way back through the grill and to the sink. he turned the corner and saw that new guy was scrubbing away at the bottom of the fry station.

"What the hell, man? Hurry up!"

New guy looked up, looking tired but eyes still pretty big regardless. And holy hell blue. Dean might have been totally turned on if he wasn’t so livid. And the guy wasn’t covered in grease and salt and tartar sauce.

"it takes a fair amount of time to wash these dishes, Dean. I’m doing the best that I can," new guy responded. Dean decided to ignore the attractiveness of his voice.

"No you’re not. It’s not to difficult. Rinse, put through dish washer, put away. Repeat. It should take you three hours.”

"But they need to be scrubbed down, soaked with the sanitizer solution, and—"

"No, man. No they don’t. You rinse ‘em and throw them in the washer. Maybe scrub a stubborn grease spot or onion off but you don’t have to scrub EVERYTHING. The hose has enough pressure to clean enough, and the washer does the rest just fine. But we need to get out of here sometime before the openers show up. Some of us have lives outside of this place. Like school and more work. Charlie has a test at nine and I know for a fact Benny has to be back here by noon tomorrow. Maybe you don’t need sleep, but the rest of us sure would like to."

"Dean, leave the kid alone so he can work.” Benny came up behind Dean and set a hand on his shoulder. “You sucked at dishes your first time, too.”

"Are you kidding me, Benny? Why are you letting him take this long? Mike’s gonna be pissed when he sees how long we took to close.”

"Nah, brother, I don’t think they will be."

"What the hell are you talking about? They’re always pissed when we take to long."

"I think Benny’s referring to the fact that Mike happens to be my older brother," new guy said, sounding cautious. 

Well, shit.

Dean turned and looked over at new guy, feeling the color mostly drain from his face. His eyes flicked once to new guy’s name tag - Castiel - and then he looked at Benny again. 

"New guy’s a Novak?" he said through his teeth.

Benny’s amused expression did nothing for Dean’s embarrassment. He didn’t even have to answer Dean.

Dean cleared his throat and looked back over at new guy - or Castiel or whatever. What the hell kind of name was that? “Sorry, man. My mistake. Keep doing what you’re doing.” He turned to leave.

"But I thought you said I was doing this wrong?" Castiel said, obviously confused now. Dean glnced back to see him looking to Benny. "Are you giving me special treatment because my brother is your boss?"

It was Benny’s turn to look embarrassed. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable here, kid.”

"I do feel comfortable here. And I still will if you tell me I’m doing something wrong. I don’t want special treatment. I’m not going to run off to Michael and tell him how horrible this store is run. Which I don’t think at all. but I can assure you that eve if it was, he wouldn’t find out from me."

Dean stared at Castiel, something warm swirling in his chest. 

Benny gave a small now. “‘Course, kid. Hurry the hell up with dishes. Dean’s right. We can’t be here all night and you’re takin’ too long on ‘em.” He turned and went back to his office.

A jab came to Dean’s ribs and he blinked, turning to see Charlie with a shit-eating grin spread across her face.

"What the hell are you smiling about?" he grumbled, rubbing at his side.

"I saw that fond little smile you had. Got all warm and fuzzy feeling when Castiel stood up for himself, huh?" Charlie said, following Dean back out to the lobby.

"I think you’re seeing things."

—

They were heading out to their cars just ten minutes later, finally finished for the evening. Dean was about to slide into the front seat when he got the distinct feeling someone was behind him. He turned to find Castiel just a few feet away, staring at him.

"Uh, what’s up?" Dean asked, more than a little confused. 

"I’m sorry I’ve been taking so long during close. I was under the impression I was doing alright. You’d tell me one thing, but Benny was telling me that I was fine doing it how I was, so I didn’t think changing what I was doing was necessary. I should have realized it sooner. I apologize."

Dean frowned. “You don’t have to apologize for that. You didn’t know.”

"No, but I should have. Working at one of my brother’s stores… I should have been prepared for special treatment. It was bound to happen."

Dean watched him for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Well, i’m sorry i yelled at you in there. It’s been a long night.”

"That it has. But worse for you, I suppose. you have to be up soon, I assume? And you clocked on before me."

Dean nodded slowly. “I have a test at ten, so yeah. Gotta be up in… uh… like, six hours now.”

Cas grimaced. “My apologies. I won’t be taking that long again, I promise.”

"It’s fine, Cas. You know now, so it’s cool."

Castiel’s expression turned warm for a moment. “‘Cas…’ No one’s ever called me that before.”

"Oh, uh… Sorry. I have a habit of shortening people’s names like that. If you prefer Casti—"

"No, I think I like Cas."

Dean smiled a little and nodded. He looked around and realized that the other two had left, leaving him and Cas alone in the parking lot. There was also only one car left in the lot, and that was Dean’s.

"Uh, Cas? Where’s your car?"

"Huh? Oh. I walked," Cas replied simply.

"Walk? At three in the morning. No way."

"How else do you expect me to get home?" Cas inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"I can take you home, obviously," Dean stated, finally dropping into the driver’s seat. "Get in."

"You don’t have to do this, Dean. I walk everywhere all the time. I’m fine."

"Cas, don’t make me strap you in the car myself." 

With a huff and a roll of his eyes, Cas walked around the back of the car and climbed into the passenger seat. he buckled up and looked over at Dean. “I live over by Sunset. I hope that isn’t out of your way.”

"Nope. I actually live over that way, too."

—

"Thank you for the ride, Dean. I appreciate it."

"Hey, if you need a ride any other time, I’m more than happy to give you one."

Cas gave him a small smile and a nod of his head before opening the door to get out.

Dean fought with himself for a moment before giving in a grabbing a pen from his dash. “Hey, uh— Here…” He grabbed Cas’ hand before he could go any further and he scribbled his phone number onto his palm. Dean tried not to hold on too long, but he thought he probably did. He let go of Cas’ hand and cleared his throat. “For, uhm, you know. To call me if you need a ride or whatever.”

Cas looked at his hand for a moment, then up at Dean. He nodded again. “Thank you.”

Dean gave him a small smile in reply.

Cas got out and Dean watched him as he went into his apartment building. He drove home, the dopiest smile on his face.

Part 2

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Spn Graphics Challenge - Round 2: Skulls by Bastille

When all of our friends are dead and just a memory And we're side by side it's always been just you and me

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SPN Graphics Challenge -- Round 1: Then & Now

Sleep pretty darling do not cry And I will sing a lullabye. (x)

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the dean winchester graphic challenge ↳ salesassociatesteve vs. enochiantattoo

prompt: "we are what we imagine ourselves to be." -kurt vonnegut