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[coulditbemagicnow]

I train lads to be good lads...

[ilovejared]

Wincestmas Day 2

The smell wakes him up, permeating through the motel room, overpowering the previous scent of wet dog that had been lingering. It’s a sharp, minty smell, but not a pleasant one, like the candy canes he’s been sucking on all week. This smells menthol-y, like cigarettes, and he has a flash of memory, dredged up from somewhere deep in his brain, of Sammy at fifteen sneaking menthols in the bathroom, going crimson with embarrassed rage when his father and brother didn’t scold him, but simply laughed their asses off. 

“Menthols, Sam? What are you, an eighty year old granny?” Dean is laughing so hard the tears are streaming down his face, while John looks on, grinning wide. “No no, I know: you just had one buy them for you, is that it?”

Hilarity of the memory aside, the menthol smell is really getting to him. It’s enough to propel him out of bed in search of the source. 

The room is self-contained aside from the bathroom, so that’s the only logical option. The door is closed, but it swings open abruptly as he approaches, causing him to stumble back a few steps to avoid being smacked in the face. 

Sam pauses in the doorway. He’s dressed, thankfully, the damp tips of his hair curling around his ears. His cheeks and jaw are freshly shaved, and peering past him, Dean can see the can of shaving cream from their makeshift Christmas. The can with the green lid.

Ah. 

The gas station hadn’t had a lot of options - Sam usually got the red-capped regular cream, while Dean preferred the teal one, for sensitive skin (it was easy for Sam, oh he of the perfect golden skin that never went red or blotchy or spotty, to poke fun, but razor burn was nothing to laugh about). Neither had been on the rusting shelf beside the cash; only a single green can sitting forlornly next to a dusty box of off-brand tampons. Dean had wavered between the two for a full minute, but ultimately went with the marginally useful choice (instead of the funny one). 

Now, the lid sits askew on the can, the menthol scent mingling with the steam that still lingered in the air. It’s wrong. All wrong.

His discomfort must be written on his face, because Sam quirks an eyebrow. “Everything okay?” 

“Just checkin’ you hadn’t drowned,” Dean says easily. “Takin’ so long.” 

“Wasn’t expecting you up for a bit.” Sam moves past him and the smell follows along. It’s not really a terrible smell, but the wrongness is making his stomach twist uncomfortably.

“Hungry,” he says blankly. “D’you mind picking up breakfast while I shower?”

“Sure.” Sam is easy, mellow; still coasting off the warm feelings from last night, Dean can tell. Good, he’d prefer that over the Boy Who Hates Christmas schtick. “Whatcha feelin’ for?”

Dean shrugs, one eye on the damned can. “Surprise me.”

“Cool.” Sam snags the keys and is gone in a whirl of damp curls and gods-be-damned menthol. 

“Finally,” Dean breathes. He crosses the bathroom in two long strides and snatches up the can, jamming the lid on it. He stuffs into his jacket pocket - he’ll dump it in a garbage can at some point. 

He’s not being weird. He’s not. He’s just…never liked change, and especially not now, not with the last year of his life looming ahead of him. He wants everything to stay the same for as long as possible. He wants Sam to stay the same. Everything, including his smell. Not that Dean makes a habit of smelling his brother.

It’s not weird. 

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“Dude, have you seen my shaving cream?” Sam sticks his head around the bathroom door, looking grumpy. 

Dean has, in fact, seen his shaving cream - most recently in the garbage can outside the gas station (not the one he’d bought it at). But he just shrugs. “Nah.”

Sam frowns, those perturbed dimples popping out. “You’re the only other person in here.”

He’s treading on thin ice, he knows, but Dean Winchester is nothing if not stubborn. “I didn’t touch it, man. Maybe housekeeping?”

Those dimples and furrowed brows scan the room, taking in the general disarray. “Really, Dean? Housekeeping?”

“It’s just shaving cream, Sam!”

His little brother’s face goes from Bitchy to Sad Puppy so fast Dean nearly gets whiplash. “It’s not. It was your Christmas present.” 

…shit.

He steps in close, like they always do, like they always have. The menthol scent is faint, but still present. He claps Sam on the shoulder. “Use mine, for now.”

Puppy eyes still in effect, Sam nods. “Okay.” 

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By the time they get to the next case and the next motel, Sam’s shaving cream has been replaced - with the proper red can. The next time Dean leans in over his brother’s shoulder, the fragrance that wafts up from Sam’s smooth cheek, so close to his own, is finally right, the same as it has been since Sam started shaving.

As it should be.

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Howdy! Glad you liked my last bit of silliness. This is a bit more serious, with just a little bit of pining. Enjoy! 

[atruedonaldist]

KINDA? SPOILERS FOR DT17 WHAT HAPPENED TO DELLA DUCK

Hearing Della's version of the Moon Theme definitely reminds me of Jake Kaufman and Hiroshige Tonomura's Piano Arrangement of the song.

It's a much slower paced, beautifully arranged melody that leaves me anticipating a beautiful future, rather than an engaging moon adventure with dangers and action.

I think if you all love the original remastered version of the song, you should definitely listen to this too.

[fearlick]

I love words and phrases. posts a picture of a cat = 'i'm catposting' yes you are and it's awesome

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[ninaluba]

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[no-we-dont-want-to-be-like-them]

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[wikkachick-blog]

Winter is not quite here yet but today was a good day for it! My very first go at pea and ham soup. Yes I admit, never ever in my life have I made pea and ham soup...until today! AND IT ROCKS!!!!!!!!! Even if I do say so myself 😁😁 even better...there’s loads left! I know what I’ll be havin tomorrow ❤️❤️❤️ #peaandhamsoup #wintercomeatme #dinnertime #familytime #myfavouritetimeofyear #loveloveloveit