They met at the edge of town, the giant of a fisherman with the gentle smile named Sam and the golden-eyed traveller with the mischievous grin who called himself Gabriel, and almost immediately struck up with one another to the point that even the fisherman’s brother teased them about love at first sight, and perhaps he wasn’t wrong… at least, not entirely wrong.
“I should be getting home,” Gabriel said with a sigh and a reluctant glance towards the sea as the sun dipped low towards the horizon, the evening breeze stirring up and chilling limbs not used to such direct cold; Sam followed his gaze with a pensive frown, then echoed Gabriel’s sigh and nodded.
“You’ll need this, then,” he said as he reached into the pack that had never once left his side and pressed a folded bundle of golden brown seal skin into Gabriel’s arms, smiling a little apologetically at the stunned expression on the selkie’s face as he stepped back with a farewell salute and a quiet, “Come visit again any time, if you ever want to.”
“C’mon, Cas, you’re a telepath, can’t you do anything?” Dean demanded, gesturing at where his brother was seizing against the restraints, trapped in a mental battle only he could perceive.
“You’re confusing Betazoids with Vulcans again, Dean,” Cas growled, hands clenched as he fought against the urge to reach out for his lover as the neural activity readings spiked again, “neither of which are prone to clairvoyance the way your brother is, and I’m monitoring him as closely as I can without getting pulled in there with him and overwhelmed– wait a second, I think something’s happening!”
The spike, worse than the previous ones, evened out and all of the levels dropped down towards REM sleep as Sam’s body settled slowly and shakily against the biobed, tears spilling from beneath his closed eyelids as he breathed a single word: “Mom….”
You wouldn’t think that a fully grown adult male Maine Coon could disappear so completely and thoroughly that it was nigh impossible to track him down, but somehow Sam had done it; considering that it was Castiel’s own initial lashing out in startlement that had sent the bigger tom into hiding, well, Sam’s short-haired half-brother Dean wasn’t exactly leaping at the chance to help Castiel find the wayward cat he’d tasked himself with apologizing to… though how he was supposed to do that was anycat’s guess.
It took a while, but he finally managed to track Sam down to the library, stretched out to nearly twice his usual length in a warm patch of sunlight slanting across the big wooden desk against one wall, but he still roused enough to open one green-gold eye the moment Castiel got close. The seal point Siamese lowered his head and ears contritely and squeezed his blue eyes closed for the space of a heartbeat and waited, and he was rewarded when Sam flicked one ear and rolled onto his side, exposing his belly and lifting one paw to invite Castiel to curl up in the sunlight with him– an invitation that Castiel was more than happy to accept, relieved that he had been forgiven.
Prompt: Tootsie Roll Ship: Saileen AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14093706 Word Count: 275 Tags/Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff Summary: There were a lot of things Eileen liked about America. Their candy, however, was not on that list.
There were a lot of things Eileen liked about
America. Their candy, however, was not
on that list.
“How is that even possible?” Sam asked and
signed. “Everybody loves Tootsie Rolls.”
Eileen sighed, then laughed as the view on her screen
shifted so Dean could ask, “What do you mean you don’t like Tootsie Rolls?”
“What are they even supposed to be? They’re not chocolate. They’re not caramel. They’re not taffy.”
“That’s just … they’re … they’re Tootsie Rolls,” Dean
said. “They’re awesome! They make a decent shot, too.”
The screen shifted again and Sam was shaking his head
the way she’d seen him do with Dean when they bickered.
“If you want real chocolate,” she continued, “you need
to try Cadbury.”
His face crumpled in horror and he barely managed to
sign along as he asked, “What, those Easter egg things?”
“Not my favorite,” she replied with a shrug and a
dismissive flick of her fingers, “but definitely better than … that.”
Sam turned to say something to Dean that she couldn’t
make out, then turned back to face her.
“Then what is your favorite?” Sam asked, clearly
making an effort but obviously still offended on behalf of his Tootsie Rolls.
“Dairy milk.
Either plain or the fruit and nut one.”
She watched Sam struggle with that, his health-nut
tendencies warring with his defense of that truly awful candy of his. Finally, his expression settled into a soft
smile.
“So if I want to send you chocolate, that’s what I
should get?” he asked.
She pretended to think about it, then winked at
him. “It’s a start.”
He flushed at that.
Eileen decided that was a win.
I feel you (also sorry, I just had to put that line in). I think the fandom at large fell madly in love Eileen and the amount of support for Sam/Eileen, even as only friends was huge! I mean, let’s be real, we wanted them snuggling not as friends but even still. They were amazing influences on each other!
She was so independent and badass and openly emotional. She was perfect for Sam. I loved seeing him happy, and with someone he could openly be himself with.
A fresh new influence, and losing her broke my heart
They just killed her off with the same weight and importance as a stranger. She wasn’t a stranger, we loved her
And it’s weird when you lose someone on Supernatural, because you are almost dazed and confused…Will they come back? The main three always come back? Sometimes other characters do, but it’s er less likely with certain demographics
Do we hold on hope? I kinda do. I hope they realise, that they bring her back. Is it realistic to hope? I don’t know. S13 is the type of season where all bets are off. And Supernatural jumped the ‘absurd shark’ a long time ago, wherein unlikely things can happen. But then I try to keep my expectations low for things like that, and for keeping characters we like, and for things ever, ever getting better. No, catch me in the pit of despair, yelling profanities and declaring my undying loyalty for so many characters who were truly worth everything
Anyway, here’s to Eileen Leahy. We’re all still in love with you
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