The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme ♡

The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme.

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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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If we can get him used to it here in a space he's comfortable with, that may work. [Domesticating a dragon is hardly the smartest idea they've ever had, but it's something that's just happened without Castiel meaning for it.

Still, it's gone well enough so far. Sometimes Boots makes a mess and things are hardly perfect, but he hasn't scorched anything important and he's even learned how to ride around in Dean's car.]

We'll need to go searching for one. Or maybe this would be better to find on... the internet.

[Even now, the internet is a rather strange place for Castiel. He's learned the basics of searching and using Google, but beyond that it still seems like a very mysterious place. Nonetheless, he can't deny the usefulness of online shopping.]

[ Domesticating a dragon is seriously not the best idea they've ever had but it's what they've got. Dean's still fixed on the mantra of not keeping him not keeping him not keeping him but by this point he's pretty sure everyone knows he's full of shit anyway.

Besides, adjusting to the little monster hasn't been that bad, he supposes. It's weird waking up to a big lump on his chest when he's trying to crash on the couch, but not altogether bad. ]

I actually think there's one off Roy Rogers road.

[ Dean turns to glance at Sam when he points that out, considering. Yeah, he saw a fenced in area but hadn't given it too much thought. ]

Yeah. We can scope it out.

[So they even have a place in mind for where they could take Boots, and from the way that Sam and Dean are speaking, it doesn't sound as if it's that far away either.

It's frustrating that he has to consider things like distance now, but it's become a necessary evil in his life. Transportation is still something he's not very fond of, but he's slowly gotten used to it.

Boots still has his wings, but unless he grows bigger, they won't do him all that much good. Castiel's hand moves from the dragon's back down to a wing, brushing lightly over it.]

We could go now, if you have the energy for it.

[Boots might not like it if Castiel leaves again, but so long as Sam stays behind it should be fine.]

Dude, be a little less excited, okay.

[ He keeps the teasing tone, lips twitching up just a little bit at the way Cas is so eager to take him out, get him some time outside of the bunker. He can't blame him, but at the same time, it's kind of ridiculous how he's so into this.

(Because Dean's not. He's totally not, nope. Not one bit.) ]

Yeah, we can. It's...actually probably dark enough we could bring Boots along, get him -

[ At hearing his name, the dragon lifts his head and chirps curiously, waddling over and placing clawed paws on Dean's knee, butting his head up against his hand in a clear motion to make him pet him. ]

Yeah, talkin' about you, buddy, not at you, get your claws off my legs.

[ He steps back gingerly, jerking his chin to the door. ]

You wanna go? Sammy can you hold down the fort?

[Is he conveying excitement? It could be the fact that he's eager to get out and find a place for Boots, but it's not as if they had any other plans for the day, beyond Dean making them lunch and then sitting back to watch a few movies.

At first, it had bothered him. He'd wondered how the Winchesters couldn't spend every waking moment looking for another job or researching. But since becoming human, Castiel's slowly learned to appreciate some of the finer things.

Like having a pet dragon, apparently.

Boots has definitely taken a liking to Dean, and Castiel manages a small smile as he watches the dragon move over to try and get Dean's attention.]

We can go. But are you sure it's okay to take him without a leash?

We can make something pretty fast. The garage has a ton of stuff.

[ Dean gives the little monster one pat on the head, jerking his chin to the door leading to the garage. He's seen a few various things that'd work - chains at the very least, and he's pretty sure he can fashion something up with what's laying around in the garage. It'd be easier if the damn thing spoke english, but that's probably asking a little too much.

Sam helps him out before he can do anything, though, vanishing down the hall with a just a sec and coming back with something held in his hands that Boots waddles across the ground to see, tail lashing back and forth. ]

I found a bunch of these, actually- supposed to go in the dungeon, I think.

[ It's a collar - metal, with etchings on it, and room for a chain to hook into the front. ]

If you wrap it in cloth or something, it shouldn't irritate his scales.

[Sam and Dean are nothing if not innovative, and so the fact that the two of them putting their heads together for a few minutes leads to a homemade leash isn't all that surprising to Castiel.

Still, he's pleased by it despite that because even if he's human himself, he has enough distance from them that he can still admire them. He may be human, yes, but it wasn't by choice and there will always be a difference. He'll never quite fit in.

He doesn't know if that's good or bad. At least that's one thing he shares with Boots, though.]

That should work. [He nods to Sam and then crouches down to look Boots in the eye.] Are you going to throw a fit if we fasten something around your neck?

[Boots chirps and tilts his head at him.]

That's dragon for yes.

[ Dean leans over Cas from behind, pointing a finger at the dragon threateningly. Boots looks at it like he wants to consider chewing it, and Dean rolls his eyes.

They get the dragon harnessed fairly easily, honestly. Dean was expecting a lot more bitching, but he and Cas get settled in the car and Boots curls up obediently with his head on Dean's knee while he's driving, his body curled between Cas' legs so he's not visible while they drive.

The drive is easy enough, and the dog park is just as easy to get into - Dean pops the lock and ushers the two of them in, letting Boots bolt across the fenced in area, chains rattling. ]

...Someone's happy.

[Everything goes off without a hitch, which Castiel's similarly surprised by. It seems that months spent with human contact means that Boots is a bit more cooperative than he might have been otherwise.

Still, it's clear that he's been eager for this. The bunker is large and accommodating and offers Boots plenty of places to sniff around and search through (sometimes to their chagrin), but it's nothing compared to fresh air and open skies.

He starts bounding through the grass and Castiel takes a quick look around, to make sure they're well and truly alone. If someone gets footage of Boots and posts it up somewhere, it could cause a lot of trouble.

On the other hand, most people would assume it was a hoax. Every now and then, humans and their ability to turn a blind eye to things comes in handy.

Castiel steps up next to Dean, standing shoulder-to-shoulder as he watches Boots play.] He's going to want to roughhouse. [That's just inevitable.]

[ Dean keeps a careful eye on everything going on around them. It won't do to end up with some teenagers videotaping them with a dragon and a guy who's supposed to be dead legally. Yeah, that's not something he wants to deal with. So he watches their surroundings, keeping half an eye on the dragon running around, wings flapping furiously with no real way to get off the ground yet. ]

He's trying.

[ Dean can't help the amused tilt to his lips, glancing over when Cas' shoulders press against his side, one long line of warmth that he's a little grateful for it with how cold it is.

The idea of roughhousing isn't exactly what he's expecting to be brought up, but yeah, that's...probably true. He's gotten a touch bigger, and while Dean isn't directly involved with him all the time, it's still like having a dog. ]

Go for it, buddy. S'all yours.

[Even if Boots can't quite get himself off the ground yet, his wings are hardly harmless. They're far enough away that it doesn't make a different at the moment, but a strong flap with those wings could easily knock one of them over.

Not that Boots would ever intentionally hurt them. Ever since that incident with Castiel's hand getting burned (and he still has a nasty scar from that, covering his palm), Boots has been as gentle as possible. Sometimes he still doesn't know his own strength, though.

Honestly, Castiel's comfortable where he's standing next to Dean, as it is cold out and body warmth is helping to keep him from shivering.

But then Boots starts bounding back toward them, wings flapping and looking even more excitable than usual. Castiel shoots Dean a weary look before stepping forward and crouching down to brace for Boots' tackle.]

Hey, don't you dare gimme that woe is me look.

[ You're the one who picked the little guy up, not the other way around. It's your problem that they've got a dragon that wants to get let out and run around like some kinda weirdo scaly dog. Dean rolls his eyes and steps back. Like hell he's gonna get trampled by a lizard.

Cas braces for it and Boots chirps happily, slamming into him and crawling all over him. He's careful with his claws, thankfully - they're sharp but he keeps them back and just paws at him, squirming up and into Cas' lap even if he's not sitting and Dean crouches down to help with a little snort. He braces Cas with one hand at his forearm and leans in to help him up and the dragon promptly decides it'd rather have him on the ground.

Dean's not quite sure how the hell it happens - he's friggin' hunter, not a five year old learning how to walk, but he ends up tipping and gropes for something to hold onto while the dragon wiggles between them and ends up braced with one knee between Cas' thighs, one hand braced on his shoulder, the dragon smooshed between them. ]

[It's not as if this sort of thing hasn't happened before. Boots has a tendency to jump at them or walk between their legs and his bulk is enough, combined with his wings, to easily trip them up and knock them over. It's a hazard that comes with owning a dragon, and at least they're falling on grass.

So when Dean ends up next to him, awkward position and all, with Boots wedged between them? Castiel isn't necessarily surprised.

But Dean is practically in his lap, and while Castiel doesn't have much consideration for personal space, they've never been quite this close before.]

-- Sorry. [He tries to maneuver away, but Boots just pounces at him again, causing him to fall flat on his back. Castiel suppresses a laugh and shakes his head. He should have known this would happen.]

Uh. Shit, sorry-

[ Dean shifts, tries to squirm back and get away to give the other man some space and just winds up tangled in the dragon's tail and Cas' legs, huffing out an embarrassed little laugh. God, okay, he can do this, get your shit together Winchester, you're not a girl. ]

Normally I'd buy you dinner first.

[ He gives Cas an apologetic look, half-grimace, and shifts off, and just rolls onto his back on the grass, the dragon clambering over Cas to get to him, perching himself right on Dean's stomach with an oof, shit from the man. ]

Dude, what are you feeding him, he's like sixty pounds.

[There's a moment there where they're brushing up against each other more than they probably should be, but clearly neither of them meant for it to happen. Dean manages to roll off soon after that, and Castiel lets out a small sigh of relief.

Even if he doesn't quite understand why he's relieved.

At this point they're tumbling around in the grass with Boots crawling all over, but Castiel finds that he's enjoying himself. That maybe he needed some fresh air just as much as the dragon. And how often do he and Dean do something like this, something completely unrelated to the job?]

He's a dragon, what do you expect? You know what I feed him. [Castiel shifts his head to look at Dean, finding that his face is far closer than he expected. But he doesn't mind.]

[ Dean wrestles with the dragon a few moments, shoving him off playfully and getting knocked back a moment later for his trouble, a laugh bubbling up before he realizes it. He feels like an idiot, just a little, rolling around in the grass with a dragon and another dude, but it's kind of fun. He won't ever admit it, but hey, this isn't so bad. ]

I'm pretty sure you're sneaking him doughnuts in your spare time.

[ Like he has any room to judge with the shit he eats and the table scraps he sneaks the dragon. Dean shifts, and dumps the whole mess of squirming Boots onto Cas, stretching out in the grass with an exhale, hyper-aware of the long line of warmth next to him. ]

[Having sixty pounds of a scaly beast dropped onto you without warning isn't the most pleasant thing, though Castiel does his best to brace for it.

Boots ends up licking his face with a forked tongue, causing Castiel to wince his eyes shut for a moment.] You're... insufferable, that's--

[But Boots isn't all that interested in what Castiel has to say, instead jumping off of him to go racing down the field to burn off some energy. Castiel lets out a breath, relaxing slightly now that the over-excited dragon is not in his immediate space.]

... I wonder how much larger he's going to get. [There might come a point when this isn't practical anymore. Then what?]

Jesus, don't ask me that.

[ Boots getting bigger isn't a good thing. Dean doesn't want to imagine the kind of shit that could happen if he turns into a huge hulk of a dragon. It's not like they can keep him just hidden away for the rest of their lives if he gets huge. They'll cross that bridge when they come to it though. ]

Hopefully he'll stay around this size. We can't keep him hidden if he gets bigger.

[ Dean shifts, pushes himself up and picks up the stick Boots brings back and drops in his lap, rolling his eyes. ]

You're not a dog, buddy.

[ But he's throwing it anyway and flopping back down with a snort. ]

[Logic would dictate the Boots will get bigger sooner or later, as usually dragons are portrayed as much larger than he is right now. On the other hand, Castiel's never seen a dragon in this form before, and it could be that all the legends are incorrect.

He knows better than to hope for anything, realizing that it would be far too easy for that to be crushed.

It's something they can only deal with if or when it happens, though. For the moment, Boots is definitely a manageable size, and while he may not be a dog, he's certainly learned to act like one.

When he brings the stick back the next time, Castiel takes it and throws it far up in the air. Boots chases after it, going so far as to breathe fire at it. Castiel watches as the charred stick hits the ground, practically a pile of ash at that point.]

...

This is why you don't have nice things, Boots.

[ Except the little dragon looks so ridiculously proud of himself, prancing back and throwing himself across their legs with a pleased little growl, butting his head into Dean's hand and scooting in Cas' lap, the request to pet him much less of a request and more of a you're going to do it because I'm here.

Dean obeys grudgingly, and rolls his eyes, glancing up at the stars with a huff. ]

Dunno how our lives got so goddamn weird lately.

[At least Boots seems to have learned the rule that inanimate objects can be scorched, whereas living things are off-limits. It took some time to get that idea across, but the dragon is surprisingly sharp. Once he's grasped something, he doesn't forget it.

With the way that Boots circles back around and lays with him, it's obvious that he's worked off most of his energy. Castiel sets a hand on the top of the dragon's head and lets out a small sigh, also turning his gaze to the sky.

Some might call the moment romantic, but Castiel isn't tuned into that at all.]

You say that as if our lives haven't always been strange. [Yes, they have a pet dragon now, but is that really so different from some of the other things they've gone through?]

Tch, yeah, true.

[ Dean stretches out on the grass with a yawn that's not faked in the slightest, because oddly enough, he's...content. Weird as it is, he's content on slightly dew damp grass with Castiel and a dragon and the knowledge that back home, Sam's waiting.

It's...weird.

He glances over at Cas a moment, and scritches at the dragon's head affectionately. ]

Could be worse, I guess.

Much worse.

[And it has been much worse. Castiel thinks of all the Hell that they've been through. Of Hell itself, of working with a demon, of the leviathans and the mental institute and Purgatory.

They've fought and clawed their way to this point. There are still dangers lurking around every corner, but they've managed to find some level of stability. They even have a pet, which is a luxury if he's ever heard of one.

Of course, the catch is that he's human, but even that is something that he's slowly been learning to deal with. He's never going to be completely accepting of it, but it won't do him any good to rebel against it either. Not when this seems to be his fate for the unforeseeable future.

Castiel closes his eyes, feels the breeze drift through his hair, and tries to drown out all his excess thoughts. To just lay there, with Dean and their pet dragon, and be at peace.]

I dunno how dragons make it less worse instead of more, but.

[ Dean stretches a bit, pokes at the dragon's muzzle, and gets a lazy mouthing at his fingers for his trouble. He's been getting better at this - understanding his strengths, not to bite too hard, careful of his claws.

Dean's kind of freaked out by the sentience just as much as he finds it sorta cool.

Mostly, he just thinks it's hilarious that not only can he give Sam shit for his long hair, but he can totally fucking call him Daenerys which sorta makes Castiel or him that old dude who tags along with her and -

That got creepy fast.

Yeah, back to the peaceful lying around, then, until that gets old and he shifts, squirming. ]

My ass went numb. We should probably go.

[When it comes down to it, Boots is a symbol more than anything else, a sign of stability, that they're actually in a position to take care of a pet.

Of course, Castiel's come to see the dragon as more than that. He's never had a pet before, but he's found it to be a rewarding experience. He won't deny his fondness for the little winged thing.

They can only lay like this for so long, pretending the rest of the world doesn't exist, and so when Dean speaks up Castiel nods and pushes into a sitting position.

Boots follows suit, clambering to his feet and walking in hurried circles around them.]

Sam's probably wondering. [Castiel grabs for Boots' leash and leads him back to the car, keeping an eye out for any possible prying eyes.]

The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme.

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clearly dean and cas need to use this leash on each other sometime

ugh god yes

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