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Happy New Year!

This is the last fic of the year! Next fic will be posted Jan. 11th

NFF

Words: 826


Okay, tonight’s the night, we’ve been dancing around each other all year, he felt his palms get sweaty as he tried to psyche himself up, starring at the girl from across the room. It’s New Years Eve for Christs’ sake, people always kiss on New Years… don’t they? He took a deep breath, wiping his hands on his pants, okay, here we go.

He took a step forward, before being stopped by his – extremely drunk – friend, Pete.

“Hey, Dave!” even over the blaring music he could tell his friend was yelling, “You kiss ‘er yet?”

The brunette promptly smacked his hand across Petes’ mouth and dragged him a few feet away, shaking his head, “Can you keep your voice down?”

Pete nodded, eyes wide with surprise. He removed his hand, before immediately looking back at the girl. Pete turned to look before letting out a huff, “You ain’t just gonna stare at ‘er all night, are ya?”

“No,” Dave shifted his weight, “I’m gonna kiss her. At midnight.”

“At midnight?” Pete let out a bark of a laugh, “That’s some rom-com shit, ya know that?”

“No it’s not,” He crossed his arms over his chest, feeling his cheeks heat up, “People kiss at midnight all the time.”

“Yeah,” Pete swayed slightly on his feet, wrapping an arm over his shoulders’, “If they’re goin’ out, maybe. Not out of the blue. That’s just weird,” he took another swig from his cup, looking at the girl with a sigh, “Kissin’ a stranger at midnight… pfft…”

Dave chewed his lip, maybe he’s right, maybe… wait, why am I taking his advice? He flicked his eyes back to his friend, “How would you know?”

Pete blinked in confusion, “Huh?”

“How would you know what’s weird? You’ve never kissed a girl before.”

“Dave, my man,” Pete turned so he was standing directly in front of him, “Ya don’t gotta kiss ‘em to do other stuff,” he wiggled his eyebrows, shit-eating grin splitting his face, “know what I’m saying?”

“Ugh,” Dave pushed his arm off him, “You’re disgusting.”

Pete shrugged, stumbling away, “But I’m right!”

“Here we go everybody!” The whole place went silent and everyone turned their gazes’ to the clock, “10!”

Dave shook his head, it’s almost midnight already? Shit. He took a deep breath before starting toward her, here goes nothing.




 

She spotted him halfway across the room, starring at her. She quickly looked away, unable to help but smile, please come over, please come over, please come over…

“Hello? Emily?”

She turned back to her friend, hiding the blush by taking a drink, “Sorry, what?”

Lola rolled her eyes, “Of course you weren’t listening,” she flicked her eyes over to the boy before sighing, “This is getting ridiculous. Just go talk to him!”

“I can’t!” She crossed her arms over her chest defensively, “We haven’t really talked all year and then suddenly I want to kiss him at midnight? It’d be too weird.”

“You what?” Lolas’ face lit up, “You want him to kiss you at midnight?”

“What? No, I didn’t-”

“Shay! Katy, get over here!” Lola all but pulled their two friends to the ground with her force, “She wants him to kiss her at midnight!”

“Aaawww!”

Emily sighed, oh great… all three girls starred at her expectantly, “… Must we?”

“Yes.”

Emily shifted her weight from one foot to another, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Of course it’s a big deal!” Katy shrieked, “Your first kiss ever is on New Year’s Eve at midnight?” she touched her heart, “It’d be so cute!”

Emily pretended to vomit, before giving her a pointed look.

“Oh, come on, Em,” Shay gave her a pointed look, “You can’t act like you aren’t excited.”

“Yes, I can.”

“Here we go everybody! 10!”

“You’re allowed to get butterflies when you like a boy, y’know,” Lola placed her hands on her shoulders, dropping her voice, “You are a girl.”

“9!”

“Get off of me,” she slipped out from under her hands before shrugging, “I don’t know why you guys are making such a big deal about this-”

“8!”

“We haven’t even talked the whole party, and it’s practically midnight. It’s not gonna happen, so just forget it.”

“7!”

The girls’ faces fell but they all nodded. They all wrapped her up in a hug, and she fought the sudden wave of sadness that washed over her.

“6!”

Emily shook her head, trying to shake the sadness away as she turned her attention to the clock, “5!”

Guess there’s always next year.

“4!”

She felt a tap on her shoulder, heart stopping as she saw Dave, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. “Uhm… hi.”

“3!”

“A-are you okay? Do you need something?” She swore she could hear her heart hammering against her chest.

“2!”

He took a deep breath, before nodding to himself. He grabbed the sides of her face, sending a shiver down her spine, oh my God…

“1!”


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Chicken

Written: 18.09.28-18.10.05

Words: 1,486

Gen., Human!Cas


“You have to have pie!” Cas grabbed the cashier by the collar, nearly pulling him over the counter.

“I-I’m sorry, Sir,” the cashiers’ voice shook, “This close to Thanksgiving nobody has any left.”

“I need pie!” Cas’ grip tightened around the collar, cashiers’ eyes going wide in fright.

The teen swallowed thickly, eyes darting around, “Y-You could always make one.”

Make one? Cas thought for a moment, could I make one? He turned narrowed eyes back to the teen, “How?”

“There’s pie filling in Aisle Two,” at the continued stare, the cashier pointed behind them, “I-I’m not sure if we still have pie shells, though.”

Cas’ grip tightened more, “I can’t just serve them pie filling!” he hesitated for a moment, “… Could I?”

“If you wanted to.”

The raven-haired man dropped the cashier against the desk, breathlessly, bee-lining for the aforementioned aisle. Pie filling… pie filling… where is-ah! Cas’ eyes widened at all the different cans, blueberry, cherry, pumpkin, apple? Why are there so many?

He turned angry eyes to the cashier, “Why are there so many?”

The cahsiers’ eyebrows knit together in confusion, “What do you mean?”

Cas huffed in annoyance, “Which one do I pick?”

The cashier shrugged, taking a few steps toward the backroom, “Whichever flavour you like.”

I don’t know which flavour’s his favourite… he glanced at the clock on the back wall, and I’m running out of time! He swiped his arm across the shelf, knocking all the cans into his basket, I’ll just get all of them.

Okay, he threw the grocery bag down on the counter with a huff, starring into it with a mounting panic, what do I make first? He eyed the pie filling and the pie crusts, does pie take longer? He began lining all the cans out on the counter, starring over the flavours, I’ll start with these so I have time to perfect them for Dean. He grabbed one of the cans, placing it inside one of the shells, looking confused, that’s not how the picture looks… He picked the can up to inspect it. Upon shaking it, he heard a squishing, cheeks going red at his embarrassment even though he was alone, of course… it’s inside the can! He pulled a knife from a drawer, stabbing the top of the can – frowning when it didn’t open. He tapped the knife on the lid of the can again, sound of metal clinking against metal filling the air, how the hell…?

His eyes drifted slightly downward, toward the paper on the middle, he smirked as he turned the can on its’ side, taking the knife to the paper. The paper fell away from the can in a few slices, only to reveal more metal underneath, much to Cas’ dismay. The whole can is metal?

Huffing in rage, he grasped the can firmly in one hand and began sawing into it with the knife, using all the strength he could muster, “I… don’t…have…time…for…this.”




The Winchester brothers’ made their way through the bunker door, ears perking at the struggling noises coming from inside. Dean wiped blood from his eye as he nodded to his brother, the pair separating with their guns drawn, preparing to sweep the bunker. Fresh from a hunt, they were both still on high alert for any threats – even on Thanksgiving they didn’t get a break.

They moved into the hallway, where the grunting noises were getting louder. They stopped on either side of the kitchen doorway. Sam looked to his brother, holding his breath. At his brothers’ nod, they entered the room, raising their guns and startling the ex-angel.

“Cas?”

They lowered their weapons as they saw the kitchen island, full of food. There were about ten pies lining the kitchen island, used as a make-shift boarder around different dishes holding vegetables, and a giant hole, assumed to be the place for the bird in the ex-angels’ arms.

Cas put the roasting pan on the table, giant smile splitting his face, what’s on his face? before he threw his hands up in the air like an over-excited five year old, “Happy Thanksgiving!”

“Cas,” Deans’ voice was careful, hand out like he wasn’t sure what to expect, “What uh, what is all this?”

“I made you Thanksgiving dinner!” The raven-haired man took the oven-mitts off and untied his apron, gesturing to the stools set at the island.

The brothers’ shared a look as they approached the island cautiously. Sam took a stool, eyes roaming over the holiday spread, “Why uh… what made you decide to cook?”

“I thought you could use a good holiday memory,” he smiled as he handed each of them a beer, “y’know, instead of having somebody die.”

Dean snorted, taking a seat only when the youngest shot him a look, “Well it, uh, smells… great.”

Sams’ stomach grumbled almost as if on cue, cheeks going red as he looked over the table with a small smile, “What would you recommend we start with?”

Cas gestured to the bird in the middle of the table, “The main event, of course.”

Dean looked skeptical – it’s still pink for Christ sake –  but made his way around the other side of the island to grab the carving knife. He tilted his head to one side as he eyed it, “This looks pretty small for a turkey… how many pounds was it?”

“It didn’t say.” At the brothers’ look, he went to the garbage, pulling the container out, “See?”

Dean snorted again, shaking his head as he read the container, “Cas… this is a chicken not a turkey.”

“… Oh.”

“I’m sure it still tastes great,” Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother, who was clearly trying to keep his laughter in.

“Yeah, I bet-” Dean cut himself off as he pushed the knife into the bird, being met with semi-frozen resistance, it’s not even cooked.

Dean looked up at the two men from the bird, boulder of guilt settling into his stomach as he took in the ex-angels’ fallen face, he looks like someone kicked his puppy.

“Dean?”

Not usually one to spare someones’ feelings, Dean shook his head, “Nothing, I’m sure it’s great.”

He used as much force as he could to dig into the semi-frozen bird, doing his best to keep a straight face as he placed the piece onto a plate.

“Here ya go, Sammy. First piece,” he handed the plate to his brother, praying he didn’t need to cut another.

Sam eyed his brother but accepted the plate. He took his knife to it, instantly realizing it was frozen, he opened his mouth before catching the look his brother was giving him. Reluctantly, Sam popped a piece of frozen bird into his mouth.

Cas’ face lit up slightly, “How is it?”

Sam moaned around the piece, nodding his head, “So…” he turned away slightly, doing his best to not spit it out, “so, good,” he gestured to Dean, “You should try it.”

“Nice try Sammy,” the blonde pushed the roasting pan slightly away from him, pulling over one of the pies, “You know I like my dessert first.”

Deans’ eyes caught the paintbrush sitting on the edge of the island, he… painted the pies? He rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, as he starred at the pie he pulled over, why would you paint it? Sighing, he plunged his fork into the middle, suppressing his cringe as the crust bent easily under the force, didn’t we show you how to use the oven?

“So, Cas,” Sam thankfully piped up, “Why did you make so many pies, anyway?”

The raven-haired mans’ cheeks flared red, and he adverted his eyes to the ground, “Well… I didn’t know which would be your favourite… so I bought all of them.”

Of course you did, Dean closed his eyes, boulder in his stomach growing. He slightly shook his head as he tried to cut raw dough with his fork, doing his best to make it look like he wasn’t struggling.

“Wow, Cas that’s… that’s really nice, thank-you.”

“Of course, you’re family.”

Damn it, Dean felt a tug at his heart strings, finally ripping the dough enough with his fork to get a piece, “Yeah, Cas, that’s… not necessary.”

He popped it into his mouth, fighting off his gag reflex. He chewed it, teeth clenching at the doughy texture, I can’t believe he actually ruined pie… The blonde swallowed it down, body shuddering as it made it’s way down.

“I can’t wait till next year!”

Dean nearly choked on his pie.

Cas’ face lit up with an ear-splitting grin, looking between the brothers’, “Yeah! I can cook while you two are out hunting.”

The brothers’ exchanged a look, before Dean shook his head, “I don’t think so, buddy.”

Cas’ face fell slightly, “But… why?”

“Cause next year?” Dean took another forkful of pie, slingshotting it at the ex-angel, “I’m cooking.”


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Baby Please Come Home

Started: 17.11.30

Finished: 17.12.08

Destiel

X-Mas fic (Based on the Josh Ramsay cover of this song)


“You’re not still sulking, are you?”

“No,” the blonde sighed, his breath leaving fog on the window.

Mary eyed her son carefully, resting the box of decorations against her hip. She’d never seen him this broken-hearted over a boy. Hell, she’d never seen him this emotional over anyone, with the exception of his brother. And even that was only the one time, when Sam jumped off the shed and broke his arm.

“Good,” she moved from the doorway, placing the box down next to the one her youngest was half buried in, “then come help decorate the tree.”

Dean let out another sigh, taking one last look up and down the street before slowly sliding out of the chair and padding over to the tree in the opposite corner.

“C’mon Dean! Don’t you want to help decorate?” Sam looked up from the box he was half falling into, felt-snow stuck in his hair.

Dean chuckled, eyes crinkling at the sides with the smile, “That looks pretty good Sammy, maybe we should put you on top of the tree this year.”

“Pfft, you can’t lift me that high,” Sam shook the snow out of his hair before balling it up to throw at his brother.

“Wanna bet?”

Both boys looked to Mary, Dean’s eyes excited at the presented challenge, Sams’ showing just the slightest bit of fear.

She chuckled, before heading toward the kitchen, “I have to check the cookies.”

“… That was totally a yes.”

 

 

Dean swiped a thumb across the raven-haired mans cheek, sad smile on his face,

“I know, I know. But it’ll only be for a couple weeks, right?”

Cas sniffed and nodded, “I-I think so.”

“There, see?” he shifted his position on the bed, wrapping the shorter man up in his arms, “We can see each other when you get back. Don’t worry.”

Cas sighed, resting his head against the blondes’ chest, working to get his breathing under control. Dean closed his eyes, wanting to commit the feeling to memory – he’d definitely need it once he was gone. He inhaled deeply, before placing a kiss to the top of his head, this is gonna be harder than I thought… how am I gonna sleep without him next to me?

It hadn’t really been that long – at least according to his calendar – but he felt a connection to the younger man, he couldn’t quite explain it but it was like they were supposed to be together. From that first time he saw the kid smile, he knew, somehow that they’d end up together. Whoa, he shook his head slightly, enough of the girly shit. He’s not even gone yet and I’m already thinking like that?

He tightened his grip around the man, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head as he felt his breath even out, this is gonna be a long two weeks.

 

 

Where is he?, Dean angrily checked his cell for the millionth time, he’s supposed to be back today. His eyes flicked up to the calendar, day circled in red – he’d been eagerly crossing the days off until Cas’ return, but he had yet to get any kind of confirmation that he was back. No missed call, text, e-mail – he even checked the mailbox just in case he sent a real letter. There was nothing.

Dean was not happy.

He cried out in frustration, pounding a fist down on his desk, where the hell are you? He got up and paced the length of his room, combing through his memory, I’m sure he said he’d be back today… maybe I got the day wrong? He hopped up on his bed, checking his window again, gripping the sill with white knuckles, c’mon Cas…

“Dean! Dinner!”

“Okay!” he climbed down from his bed, before snatching his phone off his desk, subconsciously saddened when he checked it again to see no new notifications.

Where are you?

 

 

“Why’re you being such a chick?”

“Sam!” Mary whacked the back of his head, “Don’t make fun of your brother.”

Sam frowned but mumbled a sorry, before grabbing a sparkler out of her hand, “how long has he been gone now, anyway?”

“Tomorrow will be six weeks,” the blonde unenthusiastically took the other, twirling it absently, eyes creeping back to the window.

“Why don’t you call him?” Mary led the trio out the sliding back door to the deck, taking the lighter out of her pocket, “See what’s going on?”

Dean sighed, leaning against the railing, “I can’t… his voicemail is full and it doesn’t even ring anymore,” he began picking at the end of the sparkler, eyes on the ground, “He must’ve turned it off or something.”

“Maybe he died.”

“Sam!”

It. I meant maybe it died.”

Mary shot a look to her youngest before wrapping an arm around Deans’ shoulders, “I’m sure you’ll hear from him soon, just give it time.”

“That’s all I’ve been giving him…”

“Can you at least pretend to have a good time tonight?” she dug the lighter out of her pocket, “I don’t want you to start the New Year being sad.”

“Yeah…,” the blonde starred blankly at the flame, shoulders slouching with the weight of missing his other half.

There was a moment of silence as Mary crossed to light Sams’, noting his eyes didn’t leave his brother. He was watching him as he half-heartedly drew in the air with his sparkler, studying him. She’d seen that look on her youngests’ face a thousand times – usually it was reserved for working out a particularly difficult math problem – he was calculating his next move. What are you planning?

“Don’t worry, Mom, I got this,” he whispered with a smile.

She furrowed her brow in confusion as Sam began twirling his sparkler around, inching himself closer and closer to his brother until their sparklers’ crashed together, sending a huge spray of sparks through the air.

“Watch it, Dean,” he elbowed him, “I don’t want to have to explain why you have no eyebrows once school’s back.”

Dean tore his eyes away from his sparkler to look at the youngest, quirking an eyebrow, “Oh c’mon, as if I’d let you. If anything you’d be the one missing eyebrows.”

“Who says I need you to let me?” Sam elbowed him again, waving his sparkler dangerously close to his brothers’ face.

Mary took a step forward, he wouldn’t actually-

“Let you? Oh please, I could burn yours off way before you ever got close enough to mine.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” Sam held his sparkler out in front of him like a sword, “If you can reach them, I’ll let you.”

Dean’s face lit up with a smile, poising his in the same fashion, “You’re on.”

Mary sighed in relief and watched as they began their duel. Somehow, her youngest was always able to brighten Dean’s day, no matter what had happened. Even after John died, and Dean had shut himself down – his grades started slipping, he’d stopped eating, barely spoke to anyone, woke up in the middle of the night screaming – all Sam had to do was jump on his head – literally. He’d tackled him to the ground, wrestling around in the backyard until the blonde eventually broke down in tears. After that? He went back to normal. She had no idea how he always managed to know, but she was forever grateful her boys’ were able to lean on each other.

“Hey, Mom! He’s cheating!” Sams’ cries broke her out of her thoughts.

She chuckled as she saw Dean had wrestled him to the ground, sitting on his chest. Dean laughed, raising a fist in triumph. Mary closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the sound of his laugh. It had been too long since she last heard it. She breathed out a relaxed sigh, leaning herself against the wall to the house as she looked over her two boys – Dean’s posture had straightened, shoulders puffed up with pride – no longer weighed down with worry or sadness. As if he’s forgot about Cas… at least for the moment. Sam turned his face to the side, out of view from his brother – who was currently victory crying into the night sky – pout giving way to a small smile and a wink.

Thank-you, Sammy.


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