#lemon original

[lemonsorbae]

Hi, yeah, PSA:

Dean Winchester is, like, the most important, most beautiful, strongest babu ever.

That’s all.

You may now carry on with your regularly scheduled programming. 

Thank you for your time.

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Coming Soon!

Snippet under the cut.

“Wow, man, I thought you got a promotion. This looks more like a punishment. I didn’t even know we have a basement.” Dean’s standing in the doorway of Victor Henriksen’s new office looking around at the cold, bare walls and empty oak desk sprawling before him. A week ago the guy disappeared, and rumors flitted around the office about a big promotion, a DC gig, though no one really knew where he went.

Where he went, apparently, is the basement – two floors underground and shoddily lit even at high noon in the dead of summer.

“Have a seat, Winchester.”

Dean eyes the plastic chair settled just before Victor’s desk – contemplating whether or not it will actually support his weight – and finally concedes to give it a try.

“The rumors about the promotion were true.” Victor clasps his hands over the top of his desk, smiling in a way that’s tight but proud. “It may not look like much down here, but it will once we get everything up and running.”

“Up and running – what the hell are you talking about?”

Ignoring his question Victor rests back in his chair, eyeing Dean meticulously. “You’ve been with the bureau for what five, six years now?”

“Six.”

“Not planning on retiring anytime soon, are you?”

“You and I both know I’ve still got a couple decades before that’s even an option, but Victor, seriously, what the hell are we doing down here?”

It’s then Dean’s presented with a simple black folder with a no-nonsense label on the front that reads:

Property of the National Supernatural Security Agency (NSSA or SPN Unit)

Dean scans the words over and over, his frown deepening. The more he reads the words the less they make sense. “Why me?” He finally wonders, blinking up at Victor.

“Because you’re good with weird.” Victor flourishes the statement with a shrug.

“So you want me to come work with you in this basement doing – what exactly?”

“Well, Dean, here in the SPN Unit,” Victor says, grin growing wide and shark-like, “we hunt monsters.”

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Merry and Happy from the Christmas Dog! 🎄

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brother: Civil War was-

me: the most dramatic love triangle of 2016? (and I mean, obviously he chose Bucky.)

brother: yeah because your old hoes always come back.

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“You should get some chickens.” He suggests, scooping one up into the palm of his hand. He nuzzles the tiny bird against his cheek, bumping his nose against the chick's beak, and then drops it into Dean's unsuspecting hands. “Wha- I don't need chickens,” Dean protests, blinking down at the ball of fluff cooing gently between his palms. “You need eggs don't you?” Castiel counters, bending to pick up two more chicks.

Me, A Masochist

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Shiro is that guy that hears Keith is having a bad day so he flies through the universe looking for a planet that has kittens and then, upon presentation, lies about where he got said kitten because saying he found it in the Black Lion’s hanger sounds a hell of a lot less desperate than admitting he spent hours scouring black holes for a cat.

Shiro: So what are you going to name him?

Keith: Fucking Liar - after you.

Shiro: 

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Gimmie that fic where Dean and Cas are newlyweds, hopelessly in love with bright hopes and big dreams. And maybe they’ve only been married something like three months, but they both want kids. Bad. And maybe everyone’s telling them they should wait a few years, but having kids right now feels more right than anything else in the world.

And since neither of them have a mother and Jody’s been their surrogate mother for years now, her approval means more to them than anyone else’s. So Jody, with her infinite wisdom, talks them into volunteering as chaperones for a local elementary school’s field trip to the zoo. Because if they can get through three hours of 30 something 5 year old’s, maybe she can reconsider revoking her advise to wait. 

Dean and Castiel are actually surprised how much work littles can be. There are boo boos to kiss, and hurt feelings to mend, there are questions - so. many. questions. - about why elephants have trunks, or why tigers and lions can’t live together, or why penguins are so cute. 

However, there’s hardly room for disappointment, because amidst all the chaos there’s also Castiel, and how comfortable he looks with a kid in his lap, both of them studying the zoo map, and there’s Dean, tossing popcorn to the kids, laughing with them when they don’t catch it with their mouths, and cheering with them when they do. And there are leg hugs, and sleepy heads on shoulders, and bright eyes, and huge smiles. And when Dean and Castiel come home, holding hands, noses sunburned and hair windswept, all Jody has to say is, “Maybe you kids are ready for kids.”

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“Ah, you have to excuse my partner. When it comes to technology, he’s a little behind. Uh…he just learned how to poke on Facebook.“ -Sam about Dean, 10x13

I want a fic where Dean accidentally pokes Castiel on Facebook. And then it turns into a thing.