Being a homeless kitten sucks. I was cold, hungry, and barely hanging on. But then Tuna showed up—low, growly voice, warm hands, and absolutely no clue what he was doing. I knew right away I’d hit the jackpot. Now, I’ve got a cozy home, endless food, and a human who thinks he’s in charge (adorable, really). Training him has been my greatest challenge, but I’ve done a fine job.
Everything was perfect… until he brought in Salmon. I like this one—deep, steady voice, nice safe smell, excellent chin-scratching technique, and he actually listens to me when I meow. The problem? They were never with me at the same time but seemed to always wish they were.
Seriously, how long are these two going to dance around their feelings? I may be a cat, but even I know what’s going on. If these humans don’t claim each other soon, I just might have to take matters into my own paws.
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John took another long sip from his beer. “You’ve been chosen, son. Looks like you’re the new caretaker. This has ‘cat distribution system’ written all over it.”
Dean, still stunned, looked down at the tiny furball in his lap. It seemed utterly at home, kneading the fabric of his jeans as if it had done this a thousand times.
“I swear, this cat’s got better moves than I do,” Dean muttered. “He’s already got me wrapped around his ugly little paw.” The kitten was even dirtier than the day before, leaves and dirt were clumped on his fur, making his bright yellow eyes stand out when he looked up at Dean.
John chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, at least you won’t have to worry about being alone in this house anymore.” The kitten gave an exaggerated yawn, stretched out, and settled in for what looked like a very long nap, completely uninterested in anything but its new domain.
“It’s disappointing that he’s going to have to stay outside, though,” Dean sighed, hands still in the air.
“What do you mean?” John asked after taking a sip of his beer.
“What do you mean, ‘What do I mean’?” Dean narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “I am allergic to cats. That’s why we never had one growing up, right?”
John grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah, you were allergic. That’s the story I told you, wasn’t it?”
“You did,” Dean confirmed, then turned back to stare accusingly at his Dad. “Are you saying I’m not?”
John leaned over to whisper conspiratorially. “I totally made it up.”
“What the hell Dad.” Dean pushed John away and then looked down at the kitten finally giving in to the urge to pet him. “You know, I’ve always had some doubts. I mean, I’d never actually broken out in hives or anything… But hey, I trusted you. You told me I’d get all sneezy and itchy, so I just… well, I avoided cats.”
John let out a deep laugh, almost snorting into his beer. “Oh, come on. You weren’t allergic—I just didn’t want to deal with a cat. You were like, what? Eight? I couldn’t have you getting attached to some cat and then suddenly the thing becomes the ruler of the house. So I made up the allergy story.”
Dean stared at his father, jaw dropping slightly. “Wait, what? So I spent my whole life thinking I was allergic to cats because you didn’t want one in the house?! That’s a crap reason to lie to your oldest son.”
John’s grin widened, and he shrugged. “Hey, I was just trying to keep my own sanity. And look at you now. You’re the one with the kitten in your lap. No allergic reaction, no sneezing. Just a whole lotta cat love.”
Dean stared at the kitten, which was now happily purring and stretching out across his lap, clearly in charge of the situation. “You know, I’m going to be honest with you, Dad,” Dean said slowly, shaking his head. “I think you owe me, like, a whole lot of allergy medicine. And maybe some new furniture when this thing claws everything to shreds.”
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Characters: Dean Winchester, Jack Kline, Claire Novak, Eileen Leahy, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester
Warnings: No Archive Warning Apply
Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending - Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair (Supernatural) - Jack Kline Saves Castiel from the Empty - Temporary Character Death - Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism - Finale What Finale - Post-Canon Fix-It
Summary:
Chuck is gone and the world is quiet, but Dean’s head is so, so, loud.
or, Dean drowns out the final moments of Cas’ life with liquor & music.
Pairing: Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester, established Amelia Novak/Jimmy Novak
Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings
Rating: Teen
Summary: Demons and Angels walked the earth, the Biblical Apocalypse was apparently on the horizon, and Sam Winchester felt so far out of his depth. Moreover, he did not like the implications of the interest in him from both sides, or the way the Angels seem to want to separate him from his brother. But what could he do except keep repelling the demons the best he could while supporting Dean the best he was allowed? What else could he do but try and help Jimmy Novak, newly freed from being the vessel for an Angel of the Lord, get home safely to his wife and daughter? And what else was he supposed to do when a shared meal and a touch of hands reveals that Jimmy is Sam's soulmate?
Castiel Armstrong is a divorced hospice nurse, struggling to pay off debts run up by his abusive ex-husband, when he encounters John Winchester. John has end stage cancer, an unbelievable life story, and two sons- one of whom has crossed Castiel’s path before.
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Pausing outside the door of room 22, Castiel knocked gently, then walked in. A graying, emaciated man lay on the bed, dark eyes glaring at him, and Castiel felt a burst of sympathy. As much as the hospital preached “patients rights”, it was hard to feel like you were in control of your own destiny when you were lying flat on your back and not wearing any underwear.
“Mr. Winchester?”
“Yeah that’s me. Who the hell are you?”
“My name’s Castiel Armstrong, from North Star hospice. The discharge planners have asked me to come and talk to you about the services my organization offers. Mind if I sit down?”
“Suit yourself. You’re telling me I’m going to die?”
“Not today or tomorrow, but yes. Based on the way your cancer is advancing, you’re at a crossroads and you have choices to make about your future.”
For reasons Castiel didn’t understand, this drew a snort from the man.
“Time to make a deal with the devil, huh? If you can’t cure me, what have you got?”
“The opportunity to spend the time you have left doing things besides running back and forth between clinic and the hospital? Being in much less pain, doing as well as you can, for as long as you can, and when that time is up, dying comfortably in your own home.”
“I don’t want my sons to think I’m a quitter.”
The words hung in the quiet room.
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The Magic Words (That Make Everything All Better) | Teen and up | Word Count 23,411
Author: iamianweareme
Artist: TwinOne
Castiel Armstrong is a hospice nurse struggling to stay afloat (financially and emotionally) after an abusive marriage and toxic divorce. Dean Winchester is a successful mechanic, trying to build a secure foundation after a lifetime of instability. When his strong, indomitable father announces his intention to stop cancer treatments, Dean’s world is rocked, but that’s nothing compared to his shock when he meets John’s new nurse. Dean changed schools more often than he changed shoe sizes growing up, but he remembered Castiel. Was it too much to hope that Castiel remembered HIM?
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Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings: Mentions of past physical and emotional abuse; mention of homophobia, discussion of Mary’s murder, and Azazael killing others in the same way, mention of past spousal violence, major character death, discussion of death and dying, discussion of medical/health procedures and end of life symptoms
Being a homeless kitten sucks. I was cold, hungry, and barely hanging on. But then Tuna showed up—low, growly voice, warm hands, and absolutely no clue what he was doing. I knew right away I’d hit the jackpot. Now, I’ve got a cozy home, endless food, and a human who thinks he’s in charge (adorable, really). Training him has been my greatest challenge, but I’ve done a fine job.
Everything was perfect… until he brought in Salmon. I like this one—deep, steady voice, nice safe smell, excellent chin-scratching technique, and he actually listens to me when I meow. The problem? They were never with me at the same time but seemed to always wish they were.
Seriously, how long are these two going to dance around their feelings? I may be a cat, but even I know what’s going on. If these humans don’t claim each other soon, I just might have to take matters into my own paws.
Living in a farm where his only company were horses, chickens and a few employees made Dean think constantly of their well being. But with a predator around his farm that agitated the horses and ate his chickens, thinking of ways to protect them was a priority. He’d trained the birds to return to their chicken house every evening, added chicken wire to the fence around his coop and had even raised the coop off the ground by a foot. Nothing worked!
