#tfw plus

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Dean and Sam hunting together: well that’s the show isn’t it? saving people hunting things etc etc. brotherly moments that make you either go awww or want to throw them off a cliff. practically reading each other’s minds on hunts bc they’ve been doing it for so long. terrible communication any other time

Dean and Cas hunting together: hunter husbands. standing 1.5 inches away from each other at all times. constant bickering constant eye sex constant rifling through each other’s pockets oh god they’re so fucking married

Sam and Eileen hunting together: extremely sweet together. heart eyes while discussing lore and/or tactics. pretending not to be worried about each other because they each really want to respect the other person’s independence and hunting skills.

Cas and Eileen hunting together: murder besties. taking turns beating the shit out of villains while the other person nods approvingly. roasting their boyfriends during stakeouts. mutual agreement not to tell dean and sam how many people they’ve blackmailed.

Dean and Eileen hunting together: sky-high levels of competence. kicking ass left right and center. off-the-charts wittiness. spn would only be 1 season long if it was about these two because they would immediately solve every apocalypse in the most practical way possible and then spend the rest of the season getting drunk together at dive bars.

Sam and Cas hunting together: terrible, terrible idea. the case may get solved but fifty new problems will be created. maximum chaos minimum planning. all ancient curses and alternate dimensions are fair game. cosmic regime changes ARE on the table. 90% chance that one of them ends up in a coma.

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my quest to map every spn duo dynamic continues

phenomena of note:

every chaos dynamic includes cas. there is no chaos without cas

dean is capable of being wholesome, competent, OR chaotic. versatile icon.

sam is competent in every instance unless he is teamed up with cas in which case all bets are off

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no i will not elaborate

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actually everybody in spn is alive and well and sam is throwing dean and cas a surprise anniversary party that goes like [dean almost shooting jack in the face when he pops out from under the table with a giant handmade sign] [(claire wrote the sign, it says 'happy anniversary of the time you guys stopped being so emotionally constipated')] [jody and donna showing up with four teenagers and a crate of champagne] [cas pulling dean into the archives every fifteen minutes to kiss him] [sam distractedly putting up his hair with a pencil as he tries to figure out if they have enough space for everyone to sleep] [charlie and stevie teaching rowena their favorite drinking game] [side plot of eileen vs. a corrupt relic collector who's trying to steal magic items from the bunker during the festivities] [montage of the party in full swing] [dean and cas feeding each other slices of pie] [mary sitting next to tasha banes as the two of them snicker over their beers] [shots of sam looking for eileen intercut with shots of eileen kicking the relic collector's ass through every room of the bunker] [she reappears in the library toward the end of the night with a split lip and the most smug expression known to man] [sam almost drops his drink and rowena tells him, telepathically from across the room, to start enjoying the party before he gives himself an aneurysm] [cas drinking bobby under the table] [max and alicia banes shoving all the appetizers to one side of the war room table so that they can start drawing up plans for a resurrection spell] [kevin hovering semi-transparent behind them and loudly correcting their enochian] [jody trying to shove the giant library table against the wall before jack notices and moves it telekinetically for her] [sam dancing with eileen, turning bright red when dean smirks at him over her shoulder] [cas with his arm around jack's shoulders, the two of them laughing with delight as donna launches into minute four of a very earnest, very intoxicated toast] [cas turning to dean when the music goes suddenly slow and warm and easy] [catching dean's palm against his own, their fingers entwining, the careful rhythm of their footwork, dean's forehead pressed warm against cas's temple] [uproarious applause from the room when the song ends] [dean's furious blush] [claire tugging kaia into the room for the next dance while dean loudly complains that he doesn't know this chick flick music] [(but he does know it)] [quiet moment in the kitchen between dean and sam] [they don't say anything to each other] [but they smile, and read their own happiness reflected back at them, mirrored and amplified on this night of warmth and laughter] [and it's enough] [oh, it's more than enough]

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enamored with the idea of a Bunker that changes and breathes and warms with the presence of the people who’ve moved through it or dwelled in it. things I wished had gradually wormed their way onto the set and never left. initials carved into a table, yes, but why should it end there?

I’m talking about Dean’s scribbled recipe notes fixed to the corner of the fridge with a hideous souvenir magnet that Cas bought from a rest stop in Tampa. Spice rack showing up on the countertop one day. Jack leaving bunches of wilted wildflowers on the kitchen table. Jody’s and Donna’s favorite mugs set to one side of the shelf. One wall slowly getting taken up with the postcards that Claire keeps sending from different states. Sam making a smoothie every morning in an overpriced juicer that Dean shoots dirty looks at.

I’m talking shoebox of Sam’s ritual supplies in a corner of the library: the stubs of chalk he doesn’t want to throw out, the ceremonial dagger with the grip that’s just so, the bronze dish Rowena gave him after she caught him mixing a tincture in a brownie pan. Steadily growing record collection in an enormous glossy case in the archives: half of them albums that Dean insists are the pinnacle of humankind’s musical achievement, half of them unheard-of indie bands that Cas buys from used bookshops because he liked the album art. Eileen and Cas fussing over tiny planters of succulents that would have withered long ago from lack of sunlight if Sam wasn’t covertly maintaining a basic hedge enchantment to keep them all alive. 

I’m talking giant scratch on one of the library pillars from when Charlie and Dean had a swordfight that got out of hand. Shelf of Kevin’s books that nobody will move and that Dean quietly dusts twice a week. Sam on his hands and knees in rubber gloves sanitizing every surface that Lucifer's touched. Coat rack of Mary’s jackets still standing in a corner of the war room.

Kitchen cabinet carefully stocked with Rowena’s favorite teas. Half-empty decanter of the kind of whiskey Crowley favored. Nicks on all the furniture because no one can resist trying out the throwing stars that get left all over the place. Jack starting a snowglobe collection over Dean’s half-hearted protests (snowglobes in the infirmary, snowglobe on the map table, snowglobe in the kitchen that plays a tinny rendition of O Come All Ye Faithful when you flip a switch, [jesus christ cas when is it gonna end] [don’t be rude dean], snowglobe on Dean’s desk that he pretends not to notice but would kill anyone who touched).

Novelty coasters that Donna and Jody keep bringing for the library table. Moisture rings on the wood anyway because the boys keep forgetting to use them. Windchimes hung from the ceiling of Castiel’s bedroom, above the used record player that Dean picked up from an antique store. Sam rolling his eyes when he opens a new book and another one of Max Banes’ warding charms falls out from between the pages. Eileen showing up one weekend with a power drill and a steel shelving unit because she’s tired of there not being weapons within easy reach of the front door. Blankets that Dean keeps folded on a shelf in the library because Sam has a habit of falling asleep reading. Invisible fingerprints they leave, all of them, on the surfaces and corridors of a place they’re making into a home.

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game night

“I’ll make popcorn,” says Eileen, and smiles at Sam. She nudges his shin gently with her foot—his legs are stretched so far under the table that she doesn’t even have to reach.

“Extra butter for me and Cas,” says Dean, who has his chin tucked over Castiel’s shoulder. He untangles one arm from Castiel’s waist to make a grab for one of the tokens. “Babe, c’mon—you should be the battleship—”

“No,” says Castiel, primly, as he continues sorting the colored bills, “I like being the thimble—and I don’t like popcorn, Dean, it gets stuck in my teeth—”

“You fucking liar, you always hog the bowl—”

 Eileen grins even wider at Sam, who rolls his eyes at her and signs, they’re going to be bickering for a while.

Follow me, she tells him, and heads for the kitchen.

Sam catches up to her just over the threshold and Eileen turns immediately and pushes him up against the adjacent shelving unit. The plates make a low ceramic rattle as she tangles her hand in Sam’s hair, nips at his bottom lip, sighs into it. Victory over Chuck means free will and triumph and the continued existence of the planet but it also means this, the people she cares about safe in these stone walls, the sweet luxurious feeling of unhurried desire, the sparking heat of Sam’s hand spanning against the line of her hip—

Sam twitches suddenly out of the kiss and looks up, his face comically guilty. Eileen turns over her shoulder and locks eyes with Jack, who is frozen by the stove, the jar of popcorn kernels half-open in his hands.

Shit, Eileen thinks, and has to hold back a laugh.

“Good idea on the popcorn, Jack,” she says. “We were thinking the same thing.”

“I can see that,” Jack says, completely straight-faced. He signs it, too, and Eileen feels a rush of affection for this kid that she’s already caught herself half-thinking of as hers, once or twice.

Sam shifts a little, so that he’s in her field of vision. His hand doesn’t leave her hip. “We can make the popcorn. You should...uh, probably go make sure Dean doesn’t take the train token.”

“What?” Jack yelps, all but throwing the popcorn jar on the counter before he makes a beeline out of the kitchen.

Eileen turns to Sam. You know Dean’s going to pick the horse, she says, quirking an eyebrow.

Sam’s mouth twitches. Yes. He tips her chin up and they get back to not making popcorn.

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i love your bunker post! i don't get the max-warding-charm thing though.. is he gifting them to Sam? (sidenote: is there an HBO Banes twins post?) all my love to you and yours 💜💜

💜 to you as well anon!! and haha yeah I just like the idea of the Banes twins coming to visit the Bunker to shoot the shit and trade witch/hunter gossip, and every time they go they leave behind the latest protection spells they’ve found or developed. (Because obviously they and everyone else know that danger is inevitably going to wind up on the Winchesters’ doorstep, and there’s much general eye-rolling about it but also, like, a mutual pact among the whole extended found family to cram the Bunker as full of safety precautions as possible. The place is crammed to the gills with protective magic and only half of it was put there by the long-dead Men of Letters, the rest is Sam’s, or Alicia’s, or Max’s, or Rowena’s, or one of their other friends’—it's living magic, breathing magic, it encircles, holds, loves.)

so, you know—Alicia sticking little bundles of enspelled herbs behind the fridge, Max sketching his latest warding rune on a post-it and putting a raunchy drawing on the back, etc. Sam keeps thinking he’s found all of them and then he’ll dig a new book out of the dustiest corner of the archives and out falls one of Dean’s old grocery lists that Max has scribbled over with a luck charm in Old Occitan and a doodle of a winking mustachioed eggplant.

thank you for the ask anon! 💜 and I haven’t done the Banes twins yet!!! but they (and Hannah) are next on my list ✨ vibe potential is off the CHARTS ✨