Sam’s Guilty Pleasure (part 2)

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The
voice behind him made him jump.

“Lose
something, Sam?”


Sam turned around quickly to face
his brother. Dean was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed across
his chest. He wore the biggest smirk Sam had ever seen.

“Uh…I uh…”

“Yeah, yeah…keep thinking, I’m
sure you’ll come up with something.” He kept staring at Sam, not moving. Sam
was suddenly very uncomfortable.

“I was…looking…looking for
something I left out here, Dean.”

“uh-huh.” Dean just kept smiling.

Sam turned and pretended to look
for his lost item again. Dean rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms, standing
up. He let out a heavy sigh.

“Give it up Sammy, I already know.”

“Know? Know what?” Sam tried to
hold back his worried expression, but the uncertainty in his voice was obvious.

“Dude, just come inside. I put it
in the fridge, ok? You can’t just leave things like that lying around for
hours. It’ll go bad, alright?”

Sam swallowed. “What?”

But Dean just disappeared inside.
Sam took a couple of deep breaths, knowing his secret had been discovered. Dean
was never ever going to let him live this down. He was going to be teased relentlessly.
He ran his hand over the back of his neck, his face red with embarrassment. But
he followed Dean inside anyway.

He walked back into the kitchen to
a surprise. Dean had fresh bacon cheeseburgers – and fries –  sitting on the table.

“Dean, what’s this? How did you –“

“They really are so much better
right after they’re cooked, Sam. If you’re gonna do this, you’re gonna do
it right.”

“Did you make these?” Sam was stunned.

“Damn right I did.” Dean’s voice
was not teasing, but proud.

Sam shook his head, embarrassed. “I
really don’t…I mean it was just this one time. I wanted to try the whole bacon cheeseburger
thing.” He looked up at his brother, who was raising his eyebrows.

“I know your secret, Sam. This isn’t
the first burger you’ve hidden from me.”

Sam opened his mouth to protest
but Dean held up his hand.

“Sit down.” Dean’s voice was firm
but playful.” “Eat.”

Sam blushed and sat down, and cautiously
took a bite. The burger was delicious, and Sam closed his eyes, a small “mmmmm”
escaping his lips.

Dean laughed gently, his eyes
crinkling up as he smiled. He took a bite of his own burger, watching Sam eat.

“Listen. I know you have a…a
reputation, or whatever,” Dean said, waving his hand in the air. “But nothing
wrong with a burger every now and then.” Sam kept eating, keeping his eyes on
his brother, nodding.

“But because I like you,” Dean
pointed at Sam, poking him in the arm a few times, “and respect you…I’m gonna pretend
your little… ’guilty pleasure’ thing never even happened.”

Sam swallowed, his ears turning
pink. “Thanks, Dean, I…”

“Shut up Sam. Eat your damn
burger.”

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Squeeeeeeee!!! Sooo cuuuuuuuute!!! Dean is such a good big brother!!!

Phoenix Ascending

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SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 16 | @ladylilithprime vs. @charlie-bradburyss

Prompt: snowed in with or without power and moonstruck

Ship: SaMichael

Word Count: 5840

Tags/Warnings: Castiel & Sam Winchester Friendship, Sam Winchester Has Cage Trauma, Michael Has Cage Trauma, Sam Winchester Remembers Lucifer’s Cage, Sam Remembers More Of The Cage Than Believed, Michael Used To Be A Dick, He Got Better, Michael Protected Sam In The Cage, Adam Milligan Was NOT In The Cage, Blanket Fic, Amnesiac Lovers Reconnect Sharing Blankets, Castiel in the Bunker, Michael in the Bunker, Depowered Michael, Protective Dean Winchester, Self-Doubt Makes The Kissing Take Too Long

Summary: Dean may not have thought Chuck was listening when he prayed, but he was. What a depowered Archangel Michael is supposed to be able to do to help against Lucifer taking over Heaven and an approaching invasion from another universe’s Heaven’s armies and a much more militant Michael, no one seems to know. Sam thinks the best way to keep the peace is to avoid their Michael so as not to antagonize him with his presence. Michael just wishes he knew how to help Sam remember that he loves him.

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Special Thanks:  @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin, @youarentreadingthis, @karategirl80, and @thallencambricaltran for putting up with my insecure stressing as I ground out the completed version of this. Bless you all, because I swear this probably never would have gotten finished without you!

Michael’s alternate vessel is represented by Greek actor Theo Theodoridis.

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Octo!Cas + Balloon. Balloons are terrible for hiding – you can kinda see through them, and they keep trying to float away! If anybody’s looking he might just panic and hide in his tentacles.

Poor Octo!Cas!!!!

(how does he just get cuter and cuter?? I wants to love him and huggle him…well until that happens, I guess this awesome sticker is gonna hafta do for now!!)

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A Destiel AU

Chapter Three: The Residence

Michael invited him to dinner.

Castiel’s years in med school had taught him to never pass down a free meal—Michael would certainly insist on paying as some sort of weird power move—so he accepted, as much as he didn’t want to sit across the table from a man he hadn’t spoken to properly in more than a decade and pretend that they were brothers.

He spent the few hours before dinner pacing around his hotel room, trying to get his thoughts in order.  He didn’t necessarily want the responsibility of raising a kid.  God knew didn’t manage to feed himself half the time, much less someone else.  Much less his sister’s son.  But at the same time, he knew Michael had to have an angle.

He never did anything without one.

He hadn’t brought any suit jackets.  He should have known that Michael would show up and turn literally everything into a formal situation, but he hadn’t prepared for it.  Instead, he toyed with the few ties he’d brought and eventually decided to go without.  He’d get the added bonus of the horror on Michael’s face at what he was wearing.

“You’re looking…sharp,” Michael said when Castiel walked into the restaurant.

Castiel normally ate at places with the kind of flickery fluorescent light that cast an odd blue-green glow over your food.  The warm golden candlelight seemed entirely too mellow for him.  Still.  He wasn’t about to force Michael to eat at a restaurant below his standards.

Castiel didn’t bother with the small talk as he slid into his seat.  Velvet cushions.  Really?

“What is your endgame here?”

Michael spread his napkin out over his lap and smoothed it flat, no wrinkles.

“Castiel, please.  What exactly do you think I am?”

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Do I Worry chapter 18: House Rules

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He was right. The closer we let them get, the worse it would be when Sammy and I finally hit the road again. I glanced down and caught Sam staring up at me with big tear-filled eyes.

Dammit.

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Gabriel’s got enough to deal with, moving and raising his baby brother Cas. When Cas’s “imaginary” little friend Sammy shows up on their doorstep, though, things get complicated fast.

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