Can we just think about boyfriends Dean and Benny owning a 24h diner together and at some point they find a guy who comes by during the day and asks if anyone has left free coffees and stuff. Then one night Dean finds himself sleeping on the doorstep of the shop opposite, so invites him into the diner and gives him a meal and stuff. And the next day Benny offering the guy a job in their diner which he gladly takes. Both Dean and Benny fall for this mysterious homeless guy that they find out has a very angelic name of Castiel. Castiel gets really good at his job. He's able to chat to weary customers a blend make them feel happier and make the whole diner run smoother and better. Castiel is a little confused by the flirting he's getting from both Dean and Benny but takes it in his stride until one day, months down the line, Benny and Dean ask if he wanted to be... you know... with them... like with with them... Castiel is all smiles then as the pieces fit together, the shameless flirting from both of them and the smiles and touches. He nods eagerly and both Benny and Dean plant a kiss on his cheek.
Wow, I super duper got carried away with this, it ended up being just under 900 words… but here ya go… bit of angst and injury but I promise it’s all gonna be okay in the end!
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DeanBenny + 33. “Please Don’t do this.”
Ithad been a petty argument. One that Dean regretted now.
Hewas angry, stormed out their small apartment. It was raining and he’d left hiskeys inside so he walked. Walked until his shirt was soaked through and histrousers stuck to his legs. He didn’t care though.
Notuntil he heard his name being shouted from down the street. Part of him wantedto get up from the bench, the other wanted him to stay put, listen to whatBenny had to say. He should give him the benefit of the doubt, believe what hewas trying to tell him was true, that he wasn’t screwing the woman in the café theyfrequented during work breaks.
“Dean?”Benny breathed heavily. Turned out, Dean hadn’t moved and now Benny was here,rain dripping from his short, cropped hair and soaking through his jacket.
Deanstood, more abrupt and aggressive than he intended and Benny took a step back.
“Whatdo you want, Benny?” He spat.
Benny’sface seemed to soften though, which threw Dean entirely.
“Iain’t doing anything with that girl, Dean. I promise you that.” He reasoned. “C’mon,come back home, Cher, get out this rain so we can talk properly.” Benny took atentative step forward, arms out as if to embrace him.
“Pleasedon’t do this,” Dean sniffed, he wiped a hand over his face and carded itthrough his hair in frustration. “Not you, Benny,”
Bennylet him stand close, let him shove him back. It was clear Dean needed this.
“Giveus whatever money you’ve got!” A voice shouted from beside them, making themboth jump back. They both turned to see a man with a small handgun in his grip,shaking slightly from either the cold or fear – or both.
Both,Dean and Benny stepped back. Dean had nothing on him, he’d stormed out theapartment with just a short sleeved t-shirt and his jeans. Benny was alreadydigging in his back pocket for his wallet and phone. There wasn’t much theycould give him.
“Here,this is all I have, he ain’t got nothin’ on ‘im.” Benny drawled.
BeforeDean knew it, the man had taken off and Benny was on the floor. He hadn’t evenregistered the gunshot. Dean threw himself down on his knees beside him andtried to pick the bigger man up into his lap.
“Benny?”Dean said with a watery voice. Blood was seeping into the sleeve of Benny’sjacket. “Hey, Benny!”
“I’mfine, chief,” Benny replied, he was dazed a little and his words were slurred. “badshot, got me in the arm,”
“Sonof a bitch!” Dean exclaimed and he tried to hold pressure on the bleedingwound. “We gotta get you to a hospital,” It was then, he realised they had nophone or any means of calling one.
“Mileaway, just walk.” Benny suggested, he was taking deep breaths, trying to calmhimself down.
“We can’twalk, you’re hurt, you idiot!” Dean scoffed, he threaded his free hand throughBenny’s hair.
“Hey,wanna know where I’ve been these past few weeks…”
“Nowyou wanna tell me? You couldn’t have told me before?” Dean demanded, what waswith him, it took Benny getting shot for him to tell him.
“Been,tryin’ to find a ring… Angela was just helpin’ me, her father owns the jewellerystore in town.”
“God,Benny…” Too many thoughts were racing through his head as he tried to digestthe information. Buying a ring? For him? Was he going to propose to him? They’donly been together for four and a half years.
Bennyseemed to catch on to the thoughts going through his head and reached up hisgood arm and cupped it round his cheek. On most occasions they weren’t the mosttouchy feely kind of couple, but it seemed when one of them was lying on thefloor with a bullet in their arm in the middle of a rain storm, it was a goodtime.
“Wasn’tgonna propose to ya, not yet anyway, more a promise ring. It was gonna be atungsten ring with this nice pattern engraved and have this tiny green jade in.Angela found one that looked like your eyes.” His words were getting more andmore slurred as the pain heightened and he lost more blood, but Dean understoodevery word. His heart ached now, like it had when they’d met at the very coffeeshop that Angela owned.
“Wow,Benny…”
“Don’tsay anythin’, I need ta get up,” Benny announced, already trying to sit up fromhis awkward position against Dean’s lap. It was madness that they hadn’t movedalready.
“Alright,come on big guy,” Dean huffed as he stood up and help Benny up with him, thebigger man was leaning against him heavily and it was a chore to walk. Theybegan though, slow, steady pace towards the hospital.
Harshwords and accusations forgotten, and for Dean’s sake Benny asked him to forgetthat he’d mentioned anything about the ring, reminding him that it was supposedto have been a surprise, hence the secrecy.
“Whatring?” Dean had answered, giving him a flashing smile and a wink as the nursestook Benny off him and into a cubical to sort him out.
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Sleeping in. I’m not a lark by nature, but years of having to deal with a NYC commute to a 9-6 job trained me to get up early, and I find that carries through to my freelancer schedule now - I do my best work between 7am and noonish. So sleeping in is sort of a fuck you to whatever work that needs to be done (and also to the cats, who want me to be AWAKE), and snuggling back into the pillows and not throwing off the covers is this huge guilty pleasure.
Relatedly, perfect feather pillows are also a guilty pleasure. They need replacing too damn often to be practical, and I. Don’t. Care.
9. How many Pringles can you eat at once?
None. Oh god… years ago, when I’d just gotten out of college and had my first desk job, I put on weight. Not a huge amount, but my mom, who had a weight problem her entire life, took me aside and said “catch it now, or you’ll regret it when you’re in your 30′s.” So I started Weight Watchers, made a habit of being aware of what I ate, cut out all the crap I’d downed in college, when I was burning a lot more calories on a daily basis, lost the weight…. and discovered during the process I’d lost my ability to eat commercially produced potato chips. They taste like greasy cardboard to me, now.
Thankfully, tortilla chips are still on the can-eat list. Nom.
I was tagged by the gorgeous @confusedjimmy to post a picture and write 5 things about me and then tag 5 other peeps :)
I do archery; it’s really good fun but I’m ridiculously nervous for the competition this weekend ahaa
I’m stealing a fact from Jana; I’m writing a Pirate!AU at the moment and like Jana, it’s super fun to write!
I love colouring in; it’s very relaxing, I’ve got a couple of calm colouring books :)
I’ve been to Comic Con in London a couple of times and I met Felicia last year when I dressed as MOC!Dean, it was incredible, she even did a sneaky over the autograph table selfie with me.
I love making graphics and edits, it’s fun and (mostly) relaxing :D
I’m going to tag @myangelshunter, @angryanakin, @adoredean, @ackles-likes-snackles and @hotstuffdean :) (don’t feel obliged ofc!)
