I’m finally caught up! A little present for y’all before the episode tonight. Takes place between 13.13 and 13.14.
For no particular reason, here’s a Destiel fried chicken dinner date.
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He finishes putting his gun back together only to start taking it apart again.
The pieces move and click in his hands with a rhythm as sure and familiar as a Zeppelin song. The slide comes apart, the barrel pops out onto the table, he instinctively runs a rag along all the inner ridges a second time. A third. A fourth.
He doesn’t look across the table at Cas. He can feel the proximity of Castiel’s shoe next to his own under the table; it would be easy for him to shift and press their feet together, but something stops him. He keeps his eyes down and takes apart his gun over and over and over, gritting his teeth.
How could I not know, he berates himself. How.
Castiel sighs, and for a moment Dean panics that he’s heard his self-punishing inner monologue. Castiel pushes his chair away from the table and stands, but he doesn’t say anything. Before he turns, he reaches out and taps Dean on the hand, just once, like one of their customary pats on the shoulder only much softer, and the gun pieces stop moving in Dean’s grip. The moment is so quick and casual that Dean feels a little ridiculous for fixating on it.
Castiel turns and walks through the door, leaving the rest of them behind. Dean watches him go and chews the inside of his cheek. Sam, blessedly, doesn’t appear to notice.
He tips his head down and returns to his task. Cas will come back.
Probably.
“For the love of God!” Donatello thunders, slapping his hands flat on the table.
Sam startles. Dean regards him with raised eyebrows.
“Will you shut up with that? Ticktickticktick all in my ears! I can’t think!” he shouts, glaring accusingly in Dean’s direction.
Dean puts down his gun. He wipes his hands on his dirty piece of rag cloth.
He pushes his chair away from the table and stands. Donatello actually sighs in relief.
Athlete Gus Kenworthy’s history-making moment during this year’s Olympics: kissing his boyfriend, Matt Wilkas, onscreen. More details:
NBC also openly acknowledged Wilkas as Kenworthy’s boyfriend, and panned multiple times during its broadcast to Kenworthy’s mother being surrounded by rainbow flags. While much has been made of Kenworthy being the first gay male action sports star at an Olympics, coverage of the finals appears to be the first time a major American network has shown a kiss between an out male athlete and another man during live coverage of the Olympics.
The broadcast of a gay Olympian kissing his romantic partner marks a major change for NBC. The network just two years ago covered swimmer Tom Daley’s medal run at the Olympics with barely a mention of his sexuality, despite Daley’s boyfriend Dustin Lance Black, an Oscar-winning screenwriter, being present at the games in Rio.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Schmoop, Worried Sam Winchester, Upset Sam Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Mild Spoilers, brother bonding Summary:
1-shot. The night after his talk with Rowena finds Sam having to finally face the truth and talk to Dean about things that he hadn’t. Sam’s confession then forces his brother to face some truths of his own. *Emotional/angsty!Sam & Protective/worried!Dean*
AN: This took a bit longer than I had anticipated, and required some rewriting after my computer glitched and I lost the first draft. Hope it’s what you were looking for!
THE BUNKER WAS very different from the motel room. There was more space, but also more walls and doors that closed to keep people in or out. There was also a steady humming itch in the air that Jack couldn’t quite make himself ignore, though Sam and Dean seemed unaware of it. Castiel had caught him rubbing his arms earlier, and the look in his eyes was understanding and sympathetic, so maybe that itch was part of his angel side reacting to something supernatural about the Bunker. He tried not to let it put him on edge, but in the privacy of his room, with the hum and itch the only thing he could perceive, it felt incredibly isolating.
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 