The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme ♡

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The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme.

RULES! ❧ Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom, and any preferences you have. ❧ When replying, RNG for a number between 1 and 15. The number corresponds to the scenario that you will play out in whatever way you want to. ❧ Go from there!

THE LIST! 01] baby Suddenly, there's a new addition to your family! Are you expecting? Adopting? Struggling to find the perfect name for your child? Or maybe you're up at a ridiculous hour in the morning because they're crying like crazy. 02] just married Congratulations! You and your loved (?) one are about to start a whole new life together! It's time for the honeymoon... 03] house hunting Are you seeking out an apartment? A dream house? Or just any old place, as long as you're with your other? Make sure to weigh your options very carefully... 04] household chores It's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! Do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done? 05] shopping Whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! What varies is if they like it or not. 06] family vacation WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever ... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? You may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~. 07] romantic retreat It's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other. 08] comfort Is somebody sick in bed? Or perhaps they just had a bad day? Sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! Or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else? 09] pet Suddenly, you have another addition to the family! Is it a puppy? A kitty? A fierce dragon? Whatever it is, make sure to give it a name and to take good care of it! 10] holiday Happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! It's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count! 11] argument Oh, no, who left the stove on... Or maybe it's about why they were out late last night? Either way, there is a lot of tension today, and one of you may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight. 12] making up It's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! After all, you love each other... right? 13] surprise, surprise You are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you. 14] proposal SHUT UP THIS TOTALLY FITS You've been with your other for what feels like forever, and finally you want to tie the knot with them. Will you go down on one knee before them, or get a little creative? 15] other I know I'm forgetting like a bajillion and one different things here, so this is the option for that!

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sheesh dean

[freewill]

[The burn is hardly a minor one. The skin at the center of his palm is mainly burned away, surrounding with some scorch marks. The flesh that's been exposed is an angry red, and his skin is already starting to peel and blister.

Chances are this hand won't be usable for a few months now, as long as it takes to heal. Castiel realizes it was a stupid thing to do, but he'd acted on instinct, doing what he needed to in order to keep up his end of the bargain.

He can't stop himself from hissing in pain, because this is ten times worse than being cut or stabbed or even shot. The heat is practically unbearable, and he pitches his head down near his chest, not in any position to answer Dean.

The dragon, meanwhile, is beginning to understand what's happened and the damage it's done and is distressed as a result, shifting its attention from Dean to Castiel and back again as it first lets out a few huffs of breath that then degenerates into a wailing sound.

This... hasn't gone well, has it?]

face in hands

[perkynipples]

Such a fucking moron, I can't -

[ It's not really clear if he's talking about the dragon or the ex-angel at this point as Dean cups Cas' hands with more gentleness than his tone would indicate he's capable of right now.

He lets out a soft noise at the sight of the skin - burnt and blistering and god, that's going to hurt like a bitch. ]

Hey, look at me, dude, okay, just hang tight a second and don't touch the sonuvabitch.

[ Dean goes digging, finds a clean handkerchief that he keeps tucked in the glovebox along with some gauze and a water bottle. From there, it's a matter of climbing out and to the other side to open the door for him, taking his hand gently.

The water gets uncapped, and he drips a little bit onto the injury, careful not to get it into the car but onto the pavement inside. The dragon only gets a furious look and one finger pointed at it. ]

You, hush.

[ Evidently the tone does enough because the wailing tapers down to more manageable levels, huffing and generally sounding distressed rather than upset. ]

[freewill]

[If anything, the pain is only increasing as the injury settles into his skin and becomes more and more present with each passing second. Dean doesn't need to tell him to not touch it. If Castiel had it has way, there wouldn't be anything near it, and the fact that he's allowing Dean to hold his wrist at all is a sign of the trust that's been built up between them.

When Castiel sees the bottle of water, he tenses. Cleaning out the wound is the logical thing to do, but a mind isn't logical while under the influence of such an intense pain, and all of his instincts are screaming at him to resist.

When the moment comes and the water's poured onto the burn, Castiel almost jerks his arm away, but he forces himself to stay put, hissing and groaning through the process.

Still, the cold water alleviates the heat, if only for a second, and then it's back with a vengeance.

Castiel isn't even thinking about the dragon for the moment, but even so, it burrows itself under the blankets and peers out at them, as if it can hide from the situation by being covered by those sheets.]

I wasn't thinking. [He forces that admittance out.] But your car is intact.

[perkynipples]

[ he's being a little handsy but the last thing he wants is Cas hurting himself further. Dean crouches in front of Cas, giving the burn a look and a faint hiss. He hopes it doesn't scar - Cas losing mobility in a hand due to scar tissue would be a helluva problem. As it is, he's going to be down for the count until this part gets fixed. ]

Hey, hey, just - ease up, Cas.

[ Dean stops the dripping and glances up at him, concern written all over his face though it shifts to something awful for a split second at what Cas says.

Goddamnit. ]

Damnit, Cas, that isn't what I- if it ever comes down to you getting fucking maimed or the car getting some scorch marks, pick you, you hear me?

[freewill]

[It does take Dean saying that for it to actually fit in. Castiel knows how important the Impala is, he's come to realize that over the years. It isn't just a car, it's a home, it's the only thing that Dean's ever been able to rely on in his life. Sam went to college, his father disappeared on him, but the car has always been there.

So to be told that Castiel should put himself above it is a revelation of sorts.]

I didn't want to break my promise. [But now he's suffering for it, the burn impossible to ignore, the heat running through his palm in waves that makes him wish he could freeze it into numbness.

He lets out a heavy breath and shakes his head, his gaze hanging somewhere near his knees.] Burns... take a while to heal, don't they.

[perkynipples]

[ Stupid - stupid stupid stupid, goddamnit. Dean is muttering shit under his breath, pissed that Cas'd do this - that this would happen, that he didn't think to specify that Cas should know he's more important than that. Jesus. ]

Fuck the promise, okay, we need you not -- [ Dean cuts himself off with a frustrated noise and glances up when he sees Sam coming back. For all his frustration he's still gentle, tending to the injury cautiously.

He wraps the whole thing when it's done, and Sam passes Castiel three little red pills. ]

Yeah, man. They take a while to heal. We'll figure it out, though.

[freewill]

[Need him not-- what? Not injured? Dean's right, of course. What use will he be now that his hand is essentially unusable? Granted, he still has the other hand, he could still wield a blade just fine, but there's no denying that it's going to make certain things more difficult.

Even simple things, like tying his shoes. Mortality is so unnecessarily difficult sometimes.

As Dean wraps up his hand, Castiel has to fight not to jerk around or hiss in pain, doing what he can to remain as still as possible. It's difficult and he's got sweat beading at his forehead by the end, but the petroleum jelly that they wrapped his palm in does seem to be helping with that unbearable heat.]

... Right. We'll figure it out. [He doesn't sound convinced, but now that his wound's been dealt with, he swallows down the pills and then finally turns back to the dragon, who's still hiding under the covers and watching them all nervously.

Castiel reaches out to set his good hand on its head over the blanket.] I'd appreciate if you didn't do that again.

[perkynipples]

[ There's some stuff that Dean would spare Castiel if he could. The whole human experience is a clusterfuck at best, a mess at worst, and Dean's not too eager to get Cas dunked in the deep end of the pool right off.

Unfortunately it isn't as if they have a choice.

Sam makes a soft noise of sympathy at the mess of Castiel's hand but Dean's face is utterly blank until it's wrapped. It's only then that he frowns and withdraws. ]

You don't gotta babytalk it. It just charbroiled your hand, man.

[ Dean turns his attention to it and unsurprisingly doesn't feel better when it cowers just a touch, curling into Castiel's good hand. ]

[freewill]

It didn't know what it was doing. It's only starting to realize the damage it can do.

[It's not that Castiel doesn't have an understanding of just how dangerous a dragon can be, but this one is still very young -- newly hatched, even.

Can dragons be domesticated? He has no idea. But if they put it in an environment that's nothing like Purgatory, where it doesn't have to fight for its survival, it's possible it could grow up tame.

The size it might grow to is the more pressing issue, but when Castiel realizes that he's actually considering ways in which they can keep the monster that just scorched his hand, he pulls away from it and glances back to Dean.]

... Let's focus on getting back to the bunker for now. [They can deal with the rest of this mess after that.]

[perkynipples]

[ Oh my god fskgfhsf. Dean is two seconds from throwing up his hands in frustration at the moron and his need to baby a giant, meat eating lizard.

Still, he's right - get to the bunker, avoid anyone else getting cooked and let's move. Dean huffs out a breath between clenched teeth and hops into his seat again.

The drive back is fairly quiet - Dean side-eyes the dragon in the back seat every so often but it's content to stay curled up, and every so often shifts its head out from the blankets and pokes its nose into Castiel's good hand, like a cat seeking petting.

When they get back, Dean waves Sam off to open the door and he brushes past Cas, scooping up the dragon in the bag because he's not gonna make him carry something with his bum hand. ]

Bite me and I skin you, got it?

[ It apparently does 'get it' because it curls up with a disgruntled noise and shoves its head under Dean's armpit as he walks.

As soon as he's indoors, Dean settles the bag down, staring at it and then Cas a moment. ]

...guess we oughta feed the thing.

[freewill]

[The whole drive back, Castiel closes his eyes and tries to manage the pain. It's much better than it was initially because of the ointment it's been wrapped in, but that doesn't mean it's not throbbing and burning.

Even then, the dragon searches for his hand and his attention, and Castiel runs his uninjured palm over the ridges of its scales.

Once they arrive, Castiel doesn't protest when Dean grabs for the dragon, as he realizes it would be a terrible idea for him to try and carry it while already hurt. He follows Dean and Sam inside, at least managing to carry one of the duffle bags with him on the way in.

As soon as the dragon's set down, it works its way out of the sack and peers at the wide, new area, sniffing its way around like it's a dog rather than some ancient creature. Castiel watches it for a few moments before nodding and turning his attention to Sam.]

Did you buy some meat?

[perkynipples]

In the trunk.

[ Sam doesn't move, though and Dean understands why the instant he looks over. Jesus. Sam could at least pretend not to be a fucking giddy little girl about this.

Dean turns for the door and goes to grab the groceries that aren't burn and medical supplies and when he comes back in he's got a bag, frowning into it. Cooked or raw, he's not really sure, but by the way its head perks up and it slithers on over to him and pushes up against his leg with a noise suspiciously like a chirp, he can guess. ]

Great. Cas, grab the thing and move it away so I can put this on a plate, okay?

[freewill]

[It's definitely hungry, judging from that reaction.

Castiel's somewhat apprehensive when Dean makes that request, because pulling any animal away from food can end badly. Still, he complies, stepping forward to gather the dragon up in his arms.

As expected, it snarls and does what it can to wriggle out of his grip, but the important thing is that it doesn't scratch, doesn't bite, and doesn't breathe fire.

Fighting to keep his hold on it, Castiel lets out a strained sound as he looks over at Dean.] Make it fast. [He doubts the dragon patience for this for much longer.]

[perkynipples]

[ He makes it as fast as possible, grabbing the plate, tossing the meat down and cutting it into long strips. When it's sliced, he puts it down on the ground and motions for Cas to let the dragon down.

It seems to be thinking Cas takes to look - a few thrashes and it's slipping out of his hands and thunking against the ground with its wings too small to carry it. It barely seems phased, sliding right up to the plate, digging its face in with a noise that's a cross between a purr and a growl.

Dean watches, torn between curiosity and disgust. ]

You get to teach your pet manners, Cas. [ he gives it a wide berth, circling around it. ] Here, c'mon, let's let Sam babysit. Lemme try and fix up your hand.

[freewill]

[The way the dragon falls out of his arms is hardly graceful, and it eats frantically, like it hasn't been around any kind of food in a few days. Maybe it will become a bit more agreeable after this.

Curious as Castiel is to get to examining the dragon more closely, the pain in his hand is ever-present, and if Dean can do something to help with that, then he has no reason to protest.]

It's not a pet. [He wants to make that clear right now. That's not the reason he brought it back here.

He trusts that Sam will be capable of watching it, and so after nodding to him Castiel moves over to Dean, extending his injured hand toward him.] Go ahead. Unless we need to move.

[perkynipples]

Yeah, we're movin'.

[ he trusts Sam to watch it, make sure it doesn't eat anything he's not supposed to.

Sighing, he leads Cas back with a jerk of his chin and a guiding hand, careful not to touch the injured one where it's burned. Instead, he leads him to the too-large bathroom with the stalls for showering, and motions him to sit down on a stool. ]

Jesus, man.

[ Dean's terribly careful as he starts unwrapping it, working the bandages open and mumbling an apology when the gauze sticks to the damaged skin. ]

Hang on- painkillers.

[ he doesn't want to give Cas these, but he's not about to let him suffer through it. They've got the heavy stuff up in the cabinet - Dean shakes out two, and passes them to Cas with a glass of water. ]

[freewill]

[Castiel follows after Dean, obedient for once because the pain requires it. He takes a seat on the stool, closing his eyes as Dean starts to slowly unwrap the bandaging. He ends up hissing in pain a few times when it catches on his skin, but he realizes that Dean's doing his best.

But painkillers sound like exactly what he needs, and he opens his eyes to take them, downing them with a glass of water. Thankfully, he manages it without choking on anything. Something as simple as taking a pill is much more difficult than he ever would have thought as an angel.

He peers down at his burnt skin, the exposed flesh pink and shining, and clenches his jaw.]

We might benefit from finding a way to muzzle it. [Castiel still has no idea what will ultimately happen to the dragon, but he's taking it one step at a time.]

[perkynipples]

Sorry, shit. Sorry.

[ Dean cups his hand with his own, and slowly starts working on it. He tosses the old gauze, laying out everything he needs. There's burn cream, icy-cold and he's careful to rub that in where he can, the smell awful. ]

Doubt it'll like that. It doesn't seem...dumb, exactly.

[ It ought to be able to be taught. ]

We'll get a newspaper and some squirt guns. It'll be great.

[ Dean finishes wrapping it, and casts a wry smile at him. ]

How're you holdin' up, man. We ought to get you sitting down, those pills are gonna hit like a truck.

[freewill]

[Castiel shakes his head as Dean apologizes. He has no reason to, when he's doing the best he can. The cream is already giving him some relief, and his muscles and overall posture loosen up as a result.]

I don't see how a newspaper would be of any help. [The dragon would just burn that to ash. A squirt gun might actually be of use, though.

The strange thing is that Dean's so willing to discuss the possibility of the dragon being here for at least a few days, now. Possibly because the worst has already happened and they might as well find a way to make this work.

Once Dean finishes with the bandaging, Castiel looks down at his hand and nods.] I'll be fine. [Though he's well aware of how much of an effect painkillers can have, and so he nods.] I'll lay on the couch. [That way he'll be able to keep an eye on the dragon, even if he will be in something of a haze.]

[perkynipples]

You smack it on the nose.

[ Dean gives him a little smile, and finishes the wrapping up. Once it's done, he washes his hands clean of the gunk clinging to it from the burn goo, and dries them off on the towel. ]

Probably a good idea. Crash for a few hours. Sam and I will watch the dragon.

[ Dean tidies up and then starts off to the living room where Sam's looking like a kid with his first pet, all bright eyed and grinning as the dragon gulps down the last bit of meat with a toss of its head and shakes out its wings. ]

This is temporary.

Sam.

Sam-

[ SORRY BUDDY he's not listening because he's got a lapful of sleepy, fed dragon crawling up and flopping there. ]

No.

[freewill]

[Castiel made no mention of crashing, although he realizes that he might have no choice depending on how strong the pills are. He hates it, that one small injury can knock him off his feet like this.

The solution would be to not get wounded in the first place, but that's surprisingly difficult when you're a fragile human.

He follows after Dean and plants himself on the couch, though the moment that the dragon finishes with eating and spots him, it bounds over despite the bickering going on between Dean and Sam.

Castiel's eyebrows raise up his forehead as the dragon squats down at the bottom of the couch and stares up at him. It has the intelligence needed to recognize him as the one who saved it. Interesting.

He reaches down to place a hand on its head again, sighing to himself.] Your mouth is covered in blood.

[perkynipples]

[ The dragon abandons Sam's lap for the significantly better one of Castiel, and chirps up at him like some kind of bird, almost. Dean looks less impressed, especially when Sam takes the other spot and leaves Dean with the spot by Cas' head.

Grudgingly, he goes to settle in, only to groan as he gets back up and fetches a washcloth.

He hands that to Cas, sprawling out on half of the couch, giving the little dragon the stink eye. ]

He'd make a really interesting jacket. Guess he's not big enough for that, though. Boots, ma-

Dean.

[freewill]

[While Castiel takes the wash cloth from Dean, he does it with a glare.] Yes, you've made your point that you think we should kill it as soon as we get the chance. Thank you. [Dean, why did you ever teach him sarcasm?

He peers down at the dragon, though, leaning forward to start wiping all the blood off of its snout. Not much can be done about the meat caught between its fangs, but Castiel imagines that'll sort itself out eventually.

When he's done, he sets the cloth down and leans back, but the dragon almost instantly jumps up to settle on top of him. Letting out a small "oomph," Castiel has to jerk his head back to avoid being smacked right in the face by one of those wings.

Plus its claws are digging into his abdomen.] If you're going to do that, you need to lay down.

[He keeps talking to it. Castiel realizes that's probably a bad sign, but there's no harm in checking to see if it can understand human speech.]

LMFAO THAT ICON > covered in blood

[perkynipples]

Whoa, princess, get your panties outta their wad, okay.

[ Except he's totally not upset, he's actually kind of delighted, because Cas' sarcasm is sometimes absolutely excellent. Dean frowns down at the little monster and purses his lip a moment, considering. It's pretty enough, he supposes - all shiny scales and thin wings that don't look like it'd carry it, but it's still young.

They're still not keeping the goddamn thing but it's not totally horrific.

He kicks his legs up on the coffee table and tosses the remote to Sam while the two of them watch the dragon circle three times like a dog, and then settle into Castiel's chest, tucking its snout right up under his jaw. ]

...I hope it doesn't think you're its mom.

[freewill]

There's nothing wrong with my underwear. [They could go back and forth like this for a while if Sam doesn't stop them.

Still, Castiel can see Sam glaring out of the corner of his eye, and he's willing to let it go if Dean is. He's not in a state to figure out what exactly to do with the dragon right now, though he realizes he shouldn't even allow himself to get this attached.

But it's gotten comfortable on top of him, and he doesn't have it in him to shove it off. So long as it isn't breathing fire or trying to gnaw or scratch at anything. It's been surprisingly docile so far, but that could easily change as it gets older.

At Dean's comment, Castiel scoffs.] I doubt that. [He doesn't exactly look like a full-grown dragon, after all.] But seeing how it doesn't have one, and seeing how we've proved that we're capable of feeding it, I'm not surprised that it's reacted this way.

[Which doesn't really answer the question of what they're going to do with it, but Castiel can worry about that when he isn't so spacey from the pills and when his hand isn't hurting quite so much.]