“Wow,” She let’s out a breathy sigh as she watches the sunset. In the next moment, she’s pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, eyes sparkling with awe as she looks out over the water, “Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?”
“Not even close.” He can’t help but smile – his eyes have been on her since they sat down. Watching her every move, trying to memorize every curve of her body, and every tangle of still-dripping hair.
He had been with many people in the past, but none of them ever affected him like she did. He’d do anything for her, just for the promise of getting to see that gorgeous smile of hers. Blow off work because she’s sick? He’s dialing while rushing down to the kitchen to make her soup. Go for an impromptu beach trip to watch the sunset? He grabbed a blanket, the keys and her hand before she’d even finished asking.
It was just so… effortless to care about her.
“I love you.”
She blinked in surprise, peeling her eyes off the sun for the first time since they’d got there. Her mouth was open in a little, wordless, oh shape. The oranges and reds of the setting sun were reflecting off her skin, but he could still tell she was blushing.
He found himself suddenly wishing he was smart enough to remember his camera.
He felt his back hit the sand, arms instinctively wrapping around her back in the next moment. There was a sudden flurry of kisses up and down his face and excited squeals as she attacked him.
After not nearly long enough, she propped herself up on her arms, breathlessly smiling down at him, “I love you, too.”
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“Oof!” Gabriel sagged against the back of his chair, lowering his pants to under his stomach, “That was amazing, Sammich!”
Sam chuckled as he raised an eyebrow, “You ate it so fast, did you even taste it?”
“Of course!” Gabriel reached over to grab the giant’s hand, stifling a burp, “It was delicious. Thank-you, Sammich.”
Sam rolled his eyes as the angel leaned in to kiss the back of his hand, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Sam shook his hand out from his grasp, before clapping his hands together, “You ready for dessert, or do you need a few to digest?”
“Pfft, please,” Gabriel waved a dismissive hand as he sat back up, “My dessert stomach isn’t full!”
“Dessert stomach?”
Gabriel blinked innocently at his boyfriend, “What? It’s an angel thing.” Before Sam had a chance to remind him he wasn’t one anymore, he clapped his own hands, now-hungry eyes giving the table a once over, slight frown pulling at the corner of his mouth, “Where is it?”
Sam resisted his urge to shake his head as he stood up from the table, “Yeah, like I was gonna ruin the surprise by putting it on the table.”
He made his way into the kitchen, carefully picking the cake up off the island. He couldn’t help but smile as he started the short walk back to the dining room, this is gonna be the best Valentine’s present he’s ever gotten.
“Ugh!” Sam let out an annoyed groan and pulled uselessly on the untied tie hanging around his neck, “Come on!”
He stomped a foot in agitation and frowned down at the piece of fabric. Surely tying a tie wasn’t supposed to be this hard? His eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall and he groaned again, I don’t have time for this.
Not wanting to be late, the teen shoved the stupid article of clothing into his pocket before grabbing his suit jacket off the back of his chair. He shrugged it on and took one last look at himself in the mirror, here goes nothing.
“Whoa, Sammy!” Dean came running out of the kitchen, mayo-ed knife nearly slipping from his grip as he leaned himself against the front door, blocking the youngest, “Where’s the fire?”
“Move, dude.” Sam pulled on his brother’s arm in a failed attempt to get him off the door, “I’m already late.”
“You’re such a nerd.” Dean settled against the hunk of wood and raised an eyebrow, “Haven’t you ever heard of being fashionably late?”
“I don’t want Gabriel to think I stood him up.” Sam tugged on his brother’s arm again, harder this time, “Come on, Dean!”
The whiny tone did nothing but make the blonde laugh. He gave his brother a once over before letting out a low whistle, “How come you never dress this spiffy when we go out?”
“Because I don’t care about you.”
“Ouch,” Dean placed the hand holding the knife over his heart and stumbled away from the door a few feet, “That hurt, Sammy.”
Sam let out a breath as he finally managed to rip the door open, bolting down the driveway, “I don’t care!”
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Sam ducked behind a large rock just as a blast was fired toward him. Shit, that was close. He adjusted his stance in the sand, doing his best to not be distracted by the way it squished between his toes as he chanced a glance around the rock.
Shit, he’d lost visual on his target. He shook his head as he took a moment to make sure his gun had enough ammo to finish this fight. They’d fought their way down almost the entire length of the beach, and there was no sign of the fight letting up.
“Sammich.”
Sam spun around at the voice and scrunched up his face as he was assaulted with water. After a minute, the spray sputtered and finally stopped, much to Gabriel’s disappointment.
Sam swiped a hand down his face, effectively getting some water out of his eyes, “You said no powers!”
“Pfft, please,” Gabe sent his lover a lop-sided grin as he rested his now empty water gun against his shoulder, “There are no rules in war.”
Sam rolled his eyes but sprayed the angel’s shirt anyway.
“Hey!”
The giant couldn’t help but chuckle as he darted around the smaller man, continuing to spray him as he moved away from his wrath, “You just said there were no rules.”
The angel held up his hands in a futile attempt to keep his shirt dry, “Yeah, for me!”
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Doing your best to ignore your uterus’s protest at the movement, you carefully make your way over to your bedroom door, which you had thankfully closed. You raise an eyebrow and look down at your abdomen as you feel your stomach turn, are you serious? Right now?
Your stomach let’s out an angry grumble and you feel the too familiar push in your intestines. Fine, fine! You clench your cheeks closed as you not-so-carefully run across the hall from your bedroom to the bathroom, I’m not shitting myself just to not-die.
You barely make it onto the toilet before the contents of your somehow-full-stomach-despite-not-eating-anything-all-day stomach push their way out of you. You can’t help but groan in pain as the extra squeezing makes your cramps worsen.
Your hair falls onto your face as you lean forward, forcing yourself to take in some deep mouth-breaths as a wave of dizziness hits you. You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay. Just breathe… he’s gonna have to brave the smell if he wants to murder you.
You let out a breathy chuckle at your own terrible joke before freezing as you hear a knock on the door, shit.
A moment of silence passes, before you see the doorknob start to turn, oh come on! He’s really that determined?
Having nowhere left to go, you hang your head and shut your eyes as bathroom door swings open.
“Uh…”
Oh God, no. You feel your face flush as you hear Dean’s voice. You squeeze your eyes shut harder and pray this is just some sort of twisted period-induced nightmare.
After another moment of silence, you crack an eye open and turn to look at the bathroom door, which is closed.
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Written: 22.08.10
Words: 499
Fluff, Destiel, 2022’s New Year’s fic
“Well I’d rather you did something I actually needed help with, like the decorations, or the appetizers, or warming the pie up in the-”
“Pie?” Dean raised an eyebrow, “You said the store didn’t have any pie.”
The shorter man huffed, “You really don’t listen, do you?” At the continued confused look, he shook his head, taking a few steps backward to finish his bowtie on his own, “I said the store didn’t have any, which is why I had to make them myself. I was in the kitchen baking all day yesterday! What did you think I was doing in there?”
Dean shrugged, moving to sit back on the bed, scratching his bare knee, “I don’t know. Making appetizers?”
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Written: 22.08.10
Words: 1,917
Fluff, Destiel (Implied), Sabriel (Implied), 2022’s Christmas story
“Daddy!”
Dean turned around at the excited yell, quickly tossing the box of Christmas tree ornaments he was holding onto the couch in order to catch the daughter who was running at him full speed.
She launched herself at him, giggling as he easily caught her, nearly taking the newly set up tree with him, “Hey, Sweetheart.” He shifted her in his arms, raising an eyebrow, “What’s got you so excited?”
“Dad said we can make cookies for Santa!”
“Oh, did he?” Dean flicked his eyes off his vibrating daughter to the raven-haired angel who was standing a few feet away, “And who did he say was going to the grocery store to-”
“Relax, Dean-O.” The new voice from behind him made the retired hunter turn around, semi-surprised to see Gabriel and his brother come out of the kitchen, holding up a grocery bag, “We already wrestled an old lady for the last bag of chocolate chips.” Gabriel unceremoniously tossed the bag toward the blonde, “All you have to do is bake them.”
“Me?” Dean let out an incredulous chuckle, flicking his eyes between the three men, “You guys expect me to bake? Don’t you remember what happened last ye-”
“Please, Daddy?” Taylor’s voice got him to look back at his arms, “Dad doesn’t make them right, and they need to be perfect for Santa.”
Dean let out a sigh as he stared into her big, round eyes, silently cursing his brother for teaching her puppy dog eyes. “Fine.”
“Yay!”
He winced at her loud shriek, unable to help the smile from splitting his face. He adjusted his grip on her, sliding the grocery bag partway up his arm as he started over toward the kitchen, “But if we’re baking,” he stopped in the doorway, pointing to the three men standing in the living room, “You guys are finishing the tree.”
—
“Are they done yet?”
Dean chuckled, catching his daughter as she tried to get closer to the oven, “Not yet, Sweetheart.”
“Ugh!” She let out an impatient groan and stomped her foot, “They’re taking forever!”
The blonde had to bite his cheek to keep the smile off his face as he flicked his eyes up to the clock, “It’s only been 10 minutes.”
“How much longer?”
“10 more.”
Taylor let out another loud groan, head falling back to look at the ceiling in annoyance, “But we made them so small!”
Dean shook his head, carefully letting his arm fall from her chest once he was sure she wasn’t gonna head butt the oven. He straightened up with a shrug, getting started on cleaning up the mess that was all over the kitchen island, “We gotta make sure they’re cooked. You don’t want to give Santa cookies that’ll make him sick, do you?”
Her eyes narrowed as she climbed up onto one of the stools at the island, watching the blonde, “I guess not.”
“Good. Cause kids who poison him don’t get presents.” He had to resist the urge to chuckle as he bent down to put the flour away at her gasp.
He straightened back up to see her staring at the closed oven door. She was staring so intently, it was as if she was attempting to will the cookies into baking faster.
He shook his head as he slid the small bowl with leftover cookie dough he put aside toward her, grabbing a spoon, “You know they won’t cook faster just because you want them to.”
“I know.”
Despite her matter-of-fact voice, she continued staring, much to the blonde’s amusement. He let out a dramatic sigh as he grabbed the wooden spoon off the counter, “Guess that means you don’t want to help me eat the rest of this, huh?”
That got her attention.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise as she noticed the bowl, and the wooden spoon that was now in front of her. Her brows furrowed slightly in confusion, and she tilted her head to the side, “I thought you said eating raw cookie dough would make you sick?”
Dean couldn’t hold back his mischievous grin as he dipped his spoon into the leftover batter, “I didn’t put eggs in this one.”
She didn’t seem all that convinced until he put the spoon of dough in his mouth. After watching him swallow it, she tentatively picked up the wooden spoon, taking a small scoop from the bowl. She cautiously brought the spoon to her mouth, eyes not leaving the blonde.
Dean chuckled and lowered himself down to rest one arm against the counter as he went in for another scoop, “Pretty good, eh?”
“Yeah…” She still seemed like she wasn’t sure if this was a test or not, but went in for another scoop, anyway.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, Dean flicking his eyes up to the clock every so often to make sure he didn’t burn the cookies.
Taylor huffed after a while, dropping her spoon into the bowl, holding her head in one hand.
“Relax, Sweetheart, they’ll be done soon.”
“They’re taking so long!”
Dean chuckled at that, “Patience isn’t your strong suit, is it?”
Taylor shrugged, keeping her eyes on the island, “Dad says I get that from you.”
“Oh, does he?” Dean chuckled again, reaching across the island to tickle her.
She shrieked with laughter and tried to wriggle away from his hand, but alas, the island wasn’t quite long enough to get her out of his reach without her getting off the stool.
“Daddy, no!” She turned her head from one side to the other, taking in some gasping breathes between her laughter, “Stop!”
He kept tickling for a little longer, stopping only once her face started to turn red. He looked up to the clock, smile splitting his face, perfect.
Dean made his way around the island toward the oven, taking the tray of cookies out. He carefully placed the tray down on top of the stove, inspecting the cookies.
Taylor was still trying to regain her breath as she jumped off the stool, taking a few steps toward the oven, “A-are they ready?”
Dean poked one with a toothpick, smiling as it came out clean, “Yep, they’re done.”
“Finally!”
He couldn’t help but chuckle as he picked the tray back up, walking it carefully over to the island. The blonde placed the tray down, sliding the oven mitt off his hand as he reached for the cooling rack with the other.
Taylor watched in wide-eyed fascination as he moved the cookies onto the rack. After a few moments of intense staring with her mouth open, he raised an eyebrow, “You’d think you’ve never seen me make cookies before.”
“These ones are special.” She rolled her eyes, “They’re for Santa!”
“Yeah,” He finished placing them onto the rack, before spinning around to place the tray in the sink, “But until he eats them they’re still just regular cookies.”
“Can we put them on the plate me and Tyler made last year?”
“Sure.” He walked the few steps over to the plate cupboard, pulling out the crudely drawn Santa and reindeer painted plate, sliding it across the island, “We have to wait until the cookies are done cooling before moving them, though.”
“Ugh!” She threw up her hands, letting out another annoyed groan, “More waiting?”
Dean chuckled at that, nodding, “Unless you want Santa to get soggy cookies…” At her look, he nodded toward the door, “Why don’t you go see if Dad and Uncle Sam need help with the tree?”
She crossed her arms over her chest, giving the blonde a pointed look, “I’m too short to decorate the tree.”
“Riiight,” He came back over, sliding himself across the island, lowering his voice, “Then why don’t you grab your brother and see if you can find where Dad and I hid your presents?”
Her face lit up at that, and she leaned toward him, “I thought Dad said you didn’t get us any.”
He gave her a pointed look, lowering his voice further, “Dad lied.”
Her jaw dropped open in surprise at that, eyebrows disappearing under her bangs, “Whoa.” She leaned impossibly closer, eyes sparkling, “Where are they?”
The blonde chuckled at that and he leaned back, shaking his head, “It wouldn’t be much fun if I told you, would it?”
She was bouncing with barely contained excitement, “At least give me a hint!”
“Fine,” Dean flicked his eyes up to the closed kitchen door, “You didn’t hear it from me, but you know that square on the ceiling at the end of the upstairs hall?”
“Yeah…”
He gave her a shrug and a wink, “If I were you, I’d start there.”
Her face broke out into a big smile at that, and she all but ran out of the kitchen, nearly smacking Cas in the face with the door as she exited.
“Taylor, slow down!” Cas shook his head as he made his way into the kitchen, raising an eyebrow, “Do I want to know what that was about?”
Dean waved a dismissive hand, coming around the front side of the island, “Don’t worry about it.”
Cas chuckled as the retired blonde wrapped him up in his arms, “Uh-oh.”
“No, no uh-oh.” The blonde placed a kiss to his cheek before backing out of the hug, making his way over to the sink, “Everything’s fine.”
The raven-haired man snorted, “Yeah, cause I don’t know you well enough to know that’s bull.” He was smiling as he watched the blonde start on the dishes, “Hey, those can wait.”
Dean turned from the sink, raising an eyebrow, “The dishes can wait?”
“Yeah.”
“Christo.”
“Very funny, Dean,” Cas rolled his eyes, before holding out his hand, “Sam said he wanted to talk to you.”
“Pfft, send him in here.”
Cas took in a deep breath, eyes flicking skyward for a moment, before he nodded, “Fine.”
He disappeared back out the kitchen door, giant walking through a moment later.
“Hey, Sammy,” Dean nodded as he started scrubbing the tray, “What’s up?”
“Well, I didn’t want your hands to be covered in gunk when I handed it to you,” The giant made his way closer, sliding a slim newspaper wrapped package toward the edge of the sink, “But merry Christmas.”
The blonde raised an eyebrow, “You couldn’t put this under the tree with the rest of them?”
Sam huffed, “I didn’t want- can you just open it?”
“Okay, okay, geez.” Dean turned the water off, drying his hands on a spare towel, before flicking it up to rest it on his shoulder, “I’ll open it.” He picked up the package with one hand, other one slipping into one of the pockets of his apron, producing a similarly wrapped smaller package, “But you gotta open this one, too.”
The giant eyed his brother as he accepted his own gift, “This one couldn’t go under the tree?”
“Just shut up and open it, Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
The brother’s shared a smile before they went to work opening their respective gifts. They chuckled in unison as Dean unveiled skin mags, and Sam unwrapped beef jerky and car freshener.
Dean shook his head as he stared at his gift, “You know I have a husband now, right?”
Sam smacked his arm at that, “Does that mean you don’t want it?”
“Well, I didn’t say that.” Dean chuckled, rolling the magazine up before sliding it into his apron. He clapped his brother on the shoulder, “Merry Christmas, Sam.”
“Merry Christmas, Dean.”
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Dean took a long sip from his beer, eyes on the kids. He choked on it as he spotted Taylor’s swimsuit. He coughed, pulling the beverage away from his mouth, “W-what the hell is she wearing?”
“Her bathing suit.”
The blonde scoffed, pointing an accusatory finger at his little girl – who was definitely too young to be wearing a two-piece, “That is not her bathing suit!”
“Dean-”
“Where the hell did she get that?” He whistled, waving his daughter over, “That better not of been a present.”
“Relax, Dean.”
“Relax? Relax?” The blonde let out an incredulous chuckle, “My baby girl is wearing a bikini!”
“It’s not a-”
“How can you be so calm about this?” Dean shook his head just as Taylor came up to him. He cleared his throat, softening his voice, “Hey, Sweetheart. You having fun?”
“Yeah!”
“Good, good.” The blonde rubbed a hand on his chin, giving her a once over, she might as well be naked! “So, uh… w-where’d you get that?”
“Get what?”
Dean let out a nervous chuckle, gesturing to her bathing suit, “That… thing.”
“My bathing suit?” Taylor’s face lit up as the blonde nodded, “Dad got it for me!” She did a little twirl, tiny pink skirt flying up as she did so, “Isn’t it pretty, Daddy?”
Dean swallowed hard, “Y-yeah, it’s…” He turned bewildered eyes to his husband, “You bought that for her?”
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He watches in wide-eyed amazement as she jumps out of his truck, floating over to stand in the middle of the dirt road. She starts swaying in the headlights, and he can’t help but smile as he reaches over, turning up the radio.
She returns his smile as the music gets louder, and points at him with the hand that’s holding her plastic cup. She wiggles her eyebrows at him before turning around, small dust cloud rising up around her ankles at the action. He shakes his head, so engrossed with watching her dance, even thinking about moving seemed ridiculous.
She narrows her eyes at him as she takes a sip from her cup, before gesturing again, more insistently than before. He chuckles before nodding, hopping down out of his truck bed, glad it was dark so she wouldn’t see the blush that crept up his face.
He joins her in the headlights, stomach fluttering as her smile widens. She closes the distance between them, gently draping her arms around his neck. She drops down off her tiptoes just as the song fades out.
He can’t fight off his urge any longer, and steals her cup from her, swallowing down the mouthful that was left before placing it down on the hood of the truck. Her brows furrow in confusion as another song starts. Before she can speak, he captures her lips with his, easily lifting her off the road, smiling against her mouth as her legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
He slowly walks them over to his waiting truck bed. He carefully sits down on the edge, adjusting his hands so he’s holding her hips. They break for air as he pushes the cooler backward, before laying himself down on his back. The image of her there, long brown hair blowing in the gentle breeze, smiling down at him against a backdrop of millions of shining stars makes his stomach flutter again. He can’t help but smile as she tucks some hair behind her ear, before beginning to unbutton her shirt, this is my last first date.
The giant looked up from the ground, excitement and slight relief flitting across his face as his date made his way over to join him in line at the restaurant, “Hey.”
Gabriel cocked an eyebrow as he joined the line, immediately leaning himself against the outside wall, “What’s with the face?”
The giant shifted his weight nervously, casting his gaze back to the ground, “I’m not giving you a face.”
Gabriel studied him for a moment, before raising an eyebrow, “You thought I was gonna forget, didn’t you?”
“What? N-no, of course not,” Sam turned his head in a failed attempt to hide his blush at the accusation. “I just know you… lose track of time, sometimes.”
“Pfft, please!” Gabriel looped his arm around the giant’s, “How could I forget date night with you?”
That earned him a smile, though it was still pointed at the ground, “Right, you’d never forget, say, a movie date?”
