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*kisses Crowley* You were standing under a mistletoe. Human tradition says I had to kiss you.

Crowley blinked, surprised. Understandable, since the last time he’d seen the angel, Castiel had been stabbing his meatsuit mistakenly thinking he was still in it. “Mistletoe?” He looked up, frowning, before back at Cas with a chuckle. “You put that there, did you? C’mon, fess up.” He grinned.

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Dean hadn’t been expecting it. Thought about it, sure, but he’d always assumed that it was nothing but a wild fantasy made up by his stupid bisexual brain. Guys dreaming about hot makeout session with their best friends weren’t exactly in the “straight” realm of things, much less in the “real” realm of things considering said best friend was a goddamn Angel of the Lord, He Who Smites Thee Whom Thou Art Take It Up The Ass. He sure as hell wasn’t going to just run up to Cas and pull him in for a kiss. Apparently, that was exactly the kind of thing Castiels suddenly liked to do.

“You– okay there, buddy?” He asks, his brows furrowed as his green eyes scanned over the angel’s attire, as if something would be off that would give away the fact that this wasn’t his Cas. He wasn’t complaining, but c’mon, Cas couldn’t have just done... that.

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“What exactly were you trying to do?”

“Well, I thought, if I shot the - “ Another crash, and he smiled sheepishly, “Not that. This was not part of the plan.”

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Crowley rubbed his temples immediately upon seeing the angel standing right in front of him. Bloody hell, couldn’t he just do work peacefully?

❝ What the bloody hell do YOU want, mate? ❞

#micmazircastiel #this can be any season lol

What do I have to do to get it through your head that I want you to stay away from the Winchesters?

....And, angel? I’m allowed to go wherever I damned well please.

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micmazircastiel Deanna smiles softly as her eyes fall over the postcard Sammy had sent from Stanford. He had gotten back in, and was so much closer to becoming a lawyer. The postcard was addressed to her, and to Castiel whom was residing with the retired Hunter. Her heart swelled with pride as she imagined Sammy taking all his classes and coming closer and close to fulfilling what he had always wanted to do. It was what he deserved, with everything she had put him through. A part of her wishes she had never taken him away from Stanford in the first place. So much heartache could have been avoided.

Setting the postcard down Deanna takes a bite of the toast in front of her, her mouth over full as she chews. Slowly nausea creeps up her throat and she takes off in a sprint down the hall and to the bathroom. Collapsing over the toilet she begins to vomit, heaving as she does so. Her eyes water, and her hands struggle to hold her hair back. The puke leaves her system swiftly, and she sits back on the floor, wiping her mouth with the side of her hand.

"Son of a bitch.."

It's a mumble and it echoes across the bathroom. Deanna had taken a pregnancy test a couple days ago, and she was a bit shocked to discover it was positive. She was scared, and she was overjoyed. She had yet to tell Cas, and she didn't exactly know completely how. Deanna hauls herself to her feet, crossing to the sink and turning on the red tap. She splashes water over her face, and her neck. Next, she wets her toothbrush and begins aggressively brushing her teeth. It leaves her mouth minty. She exits the bathroom, a hand subconsciously on her stomach. Salt was trailed along each and every window sill and door. Sure she had managed to escape that life, but that didn't mean she was going to leave herself unprotected. The demons knife, and an angel blade were stored underneath of her bed, and baby was in the garage with everything still in the trunk. Her head snaps around as she heard the back door to the house open.

"Cas..?"