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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Won't it be able to tell the difference?

[It seems like if a creature is going to go after two people who are bonded or intimate in some way, it would be able to tell the difference between the real thing and an act.

Dean seems convinced that it should work, though, which means that he's probably done something like this before. Castiel's hoping as much, at least.

He'll follow along, but Castiel doesn't consider himself very good at posing as anything. He'll do his best, though. If this is how they need to do the job, then so be it.]

What, I thought we had the whole "more profound bond" thing going on?

[ Classy, buddy. Let's bring up quotes from a shitty time where everything was even worse, arguably. Probably not the best idea Dean's ever had but he doesn't take it back, eyebrows raised in challenge. ]

Just BS it, man. You did that whole thing with the chick when you were human - just. Do that.

[ And he's batting two for two on bringing up Really Bad Shit. Good job, buddy. ]

[Castiel doesn't mind that first memory being dredged up. Yes, it had been a tumultuous time, but Castiel still believes that the term applies to them.

A profound bond. It might be enough to fool the monster they're attempting to eliminate. It's going to have to be good enough.

It's much more of a sore spot when Dean brings up his time living as a human. He hadn't been human at all, but for a time he'd thought he was. It's not something he can refer back to, because he hadn't been himself then.

Still, he's kissed Meg, that gives him some experience.]

If you hold up your end, I'll hold up mine.

[ Dean's two seconds short of poofing up like an angry bird. He can handle his side of things just fucking fine, thank you. ]

I always do.

[ Yeah, right. Dean gives him a sour little look and grabs his keys and wallet, before Sam licks his lips and gives him this horrible little look like he's trying not to smile. ]

What.

Just- go easy on him, Dean.

[ Sam fights the grin off unsuccessfully, horrifically amused. Dean huffs like he's personally offended and heads out to the car, while Sam catches Castiel. ]

Don't worry too much about him, okay?

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[Castiel watches, dumbfounded, as Dean heads off in a huff, as if Castiel just deeply insulted him.

Sam has a better understanding of what's going on here, and why Dean is being so strange, and so Castiel nods slowly as he turns toward him.]

He's in a mood today. [He adjusts his clothing a final time. All they're doing is posing. It's an act, the sort of thing that Dean's done countless times before.

Even so, Castiel feels his stomach churning with nervousness. Seeing how this is rather new to him, he writes it off as just being a part of that.]

I'm probably not helping matters.

[ It's easy admitting it, not so easy not doing what he's doing. Castiel doesn't get what's going on, why Dean's panties are all in a wad like they are, but he can't really be expected to.

He lifts one big hand and pats Cas on the shoulder with a little smile. ]

Don't worry about it, okay? Just give me a call if something comes up or you need anything.

[Maybe it's for the best if Sam isn't coming along on this part of the hunt, then, if he's managing to work Dean up to this point.

Castiel glances down at Sam's hand as it settles on his shoulder, and then nods.]

I'll be sure to do that.

[He takes his leave then, moving into the garage where Dean's car is already on and idling. Without a word, he moves into the passenger seat and then nods his head toward the doors.] Let's go.

[ He's tense, when Castiel finally gets into the car. His shoulders are drawn tight, lips pressed thinly, and he doesn't quite look at him. This is uncomfortable in ways he doesn't even begin to know how to explain, honestly. He just wants to be done with this - wants to get this over with, to not have to deal with this crap or think about it, or do anything.

The last year plus has been just hunting and making sure Sammy was okay, and trying to keep everything together and he doesn't need to get caught in his own head, thinking about shit that really, really isn't possible or even right, and now they have to play house.

Christ. It's not Cas' fault though. Halfway down the highway, some of the tension bleeds out of him and leaves him sinking into the seat, exhaling. ]

I'm not mad at you, Cas.

[For some time there's nothing but silence and Dean staring at the road, deep in thought. Asking questions hadn't gotten him anywhere, and so Castiel remains quiet this time around, staring out of the window at the road and the passing trees and landmarks.

Though it starts to occur to him... maybe Dean is simply bothered by the idea of having to pretend to be close to him in anything that goes beyond friendship. Castiel finds it awkward, but he finds most things awkward, so that's nothing new.

When Dean lets out a breath, Castiel glances over, raising his eyebrows before he shrugs.]

I don't think I gave you any reason to be. [So much for simply accepting the sort-of apology.]

[ Graceful. Dean rolls his eyes in response and focuses on the road again. Music ends up turned on to drown out the silence and Dean taps his fingers to the steering wheel one after another, humming to some of the louder songs. It does a lot to get him eased up, less tense and by the time they're downtown, Dean's just grimacing at the club instead of frowning and he's explained what they know.

It's something - goes after couples, late twenties to mid-thirties or so, no specific focus on male or female, but they're always couples that are same-sex. Dean resists the urge to crack a joke that Cas won't get and instead just focuses on pulling into the parking garage, realizing he has no idea how they're supposed to do this. He doesn't...do this. Doesn't do the whole bring a friend down, take them to a club and it's a date. It just doesn't happen - he's had so much else to focus on lately that it's absolutely insane. Hell, he's not even sure he recalls how to date.

Dean swings his legs out of the car, raking a hand through his hair and turns back to look at Cas. ]

You good?

[The explanation is long overdue and much appreciated. Same-sex couples of any kind are being targeted, which is why they'll need to do well enough to pass as one. Dean must be very put off by the idea, with how he's been acting.

Still, if they want to draw out this ghost, then they'll need to be convincing enough. They're just going to have to bear through it, even if this is something neither of them has really done before.

Castiel steps out of the car, peering toward the nearby door that leads into the club. He can see some flashing lights and hear the blaring music from here. It's not quite the same as a strip club, obviously. Which means he's never been to a place like this before.

He places his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, and then nods.]

We... shouldn't waste any time. [But Dean's going to have to take the lead here.]

[ Very put off by the idea doesn't even begin to describe it. It's like saying a thunderstorm is a sprinkling of rain. The whole mentality of not dealing with anything ever works pretty goddamn well for him, and he'd like to keep doing that, thanks.

There's no way to, now, though. Just get through this hunt and he'll be fine, he'll be all set.

He stares a moment at the other man, realizing that bar hookups and dating as a teenager and early 20s didn't...really do him any favors, because it's never been like this. The last time he'd done it - well. Jo wasn't exactly someone he wanted to think about right now. That kind of guilt could wait til later.

Grimacing just a touch, he skims the area around them, and gingerly reaches his hand out. ]

C'mere.

[ If Cas doesn't step close enough, Dean just reaches out, and presses a hand up under his jacket, smoothing it along his back and leads him toward the club where he pays for both of them and drops the hand nearly as soon as they're in. ]

I'm getting a drink. D'you want one?

[When Dean beckons him closer, Castiel obliges. If either one of them is going to know how to do this, it would obviously be Dean, and so Castiel's willing to follow his lead on this. It's probably the only way they'll get through it and actually come across as convincing.

Dean's hand snakes up his back, settling there gently. He's warm. Even with all of the shoulder pats, all the times they've dragged each other from battlefields, Dean has never touched him like this.

It's different, enough to make Castiel's stomach feel like it's jumping around inside his body. He lets out a breath, something that's easily masked by the loud music as they step inside.

When asked about a drink, Castiel looks around. Almost everyone here has a beverage of some kind, so to fit in...]

Yes. You can surprise me. [He isn't an expert on alcohol, nor is he picky.]

[ At least Castiel doesn't fight him on this. They'll just get in there, schmooze a little and then be done with it. That's all. Dean cringes a little bit at the heavy beat of the music as he leads them in and picks the table that's fairly in the middle of all the chaos.

If it's too loud, you're too old.

Ain't that a depressing thought.

Dean nods in response to the drink comment, though - surprises generally aren't what he wants to go with, with booze, but he figures Cas is probably a lightweight anyway, so he just flashes a grin at the cute blonde bartender and pays for two beers and starts an open tab.

God knows he'll need a lot of alcohol for this.

Slipping back up front, Dean plunks a full glass in front of Cas and drains a good quarter of his own down, settling into the chair. The victims were all led out of this bar for some reason, which means the easiest thing is going to be to figure out who might be a potential vic and who isn't. Which means - ugh. Dean really doesn't want to stare creepily at people, but that's what it's going to come down to. ]

Hey, move over.

[ There's plenty of room in the booth next to Cas, so Dean sits up, shoves his ass right there next to him, plunking down and taking another healthy drink of his beer. It's easier to talk like this, and hopefully talking about the case will look...well, he doesn't know. Romantic or something. ]

Easiest thing is gonna be to try and figure out who might be targeted.

[Castiel remains seated as Dean heads off to get the alcohol, and he takes that time to look around and examine what's going on. Some people are dancing. There are those who dance alone, those who dance together, and those who seem to... grind against each other more than anything.

There's the loud music. There's people in the corners sipping drinks and talking in high voices over the music. It seems impractical, all of this does, especially with so many people crammed into such a small space.

Castiel pulls at his collar. Being able to feel temperature is not a pleasant part of being human, if there even is such a thing.

He makes space for Dean when he returns, taking a long drink from his glass before he sets it down again. They're supposed to be intimately involved, and so after taking a moment to watch how other couples are behaving, Castiel slips his arm around Dean's back until his hand is resting on the opposite shoulder.

At least being that close makes it easier to speak discreetly, despite the noise.]

If it's a ghost, then it wouldn't be able to lead them anywhere. Does that mean a human's working with it? [Castiel's eyes are sharp as he tries to track all of the movement around them. Easier said than done, with how crowded it is.]

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[ He should've gotten shots. Christ.

The music's too loud, the girls are all wearing short skirts and normally, he'd take a second to appreciate it, but they're all so fucking young, Jesus. He cringes a bit- not sure when he got so old, and focuses on the case. The case is a safe subject.

The case is also what brings Cas' arm around his shoulders, leaving Dean's eye wide, jumping at the initial touch. ]

Wh- maybe?

[ Wow, buddy, get your shit together. Dean swallows hard and takes a long drink, before gingerly inching himself closer, letting himself lean into Cas. ]

Could be something they hear, or see or something on their way out.

[Dean leans in toward him, just as Castiel would expect him to. Not because Dean wants that, but because it's what couples seem to do. Sit close together, with no space between them. Wrap arms around one another, speaking in low tones so that everyone around them wonders what they're talking about.

It's what most of the other couples are doing here. Either that, or they're out on the dancefloor grinding against each other, and this seems to be the easier option.]

Something projected so that they're the only ones to see or hear it?

[It seems complex for a ghost, but that doesn't mean it's out of the question. That's the difficult thing about ghosts. They can possess a number of different items, and even be controlled by living beings at times.

Either way, it looks like they'll need to get comfortable and keep an eye on things to determine how it all plays out. With any luck, they're the ones who'll be targeted.]

[ Dean shrugs idly, not sure at this point. It could be that. Could be something else entirely. They won't know for sure until they get some kind of sign or some idea of it past the vague descriptions from the people they'd talked to. Easier if they can face it and figure it out, while Sam does the research. ]

Could be. This place is loud enough that it'd be hard to hear anything anyway, and the lights don't help with seeing anything.

[ There's a cute girl that wanders past and Dean shifts, glancing over her for a split second before he realizes he can't do that here, and promptly turns his attention back to Cas, frowning and curling his hand down, hooking it over Cas' hip so he's stroking bare skin there. He doesn't miss the way one of the guys gives them both a look and then a little grin, and holy shit, dude, that's the same goddamn look he gives girls.

Dean's eyes go wide, entire train of thought lost, just staring for a moment before he jerks himself out of it. ]

This is friggin' weird.

[If it's something that's more telepathic, then it would override the bad conditions for seeing or hearing... well, much of anything.

But for now, all they can do is play their parts and perform reconnaissance. Castiel takes another sip of his drink, though he's careful not to overdo it. He's what Dean calls a lightweight, and he doesn't want to have a clouded mind while they're trying to work.

Castiel does miss the look from the stranger, mainly because he's distracted by Dean running his hand over his hip, right where his tattoo rests. He tries not to jerk upward in his seat, but Dean's hand is warm and he's not used to the feeling.]

Is it? [His voice comes out rougher than it usually does these days, and he does his best to stay put and act like he's completely comfortable and used to Dean touching him in this way.]

[ The jerking upright doesn't go missed - Dean's hand goes still, straightening up himself. He's not sure if he's seen something or if it's just the touching, the show put on so they don't stick out like sore thumbs. Whichever it is, he supposes, he ought to make sure Cas is okay. ]

You good?

[ His lips twitch just faintly. Cas sounds a little...ruffled, and that's kind of hilarious in a fucked up way. A pause, and then Dean tilts his head, considering as he squints at him. ]

Dude, are you ticklish.

[It's not a question he's ever been asked before. Why would he? Angels certainly aren't ticklish, not when they use human forms for the sake of ease and convenience and nothing more.

But things have changed, which means that for all Castiel knows, he's susceptible to that kind of thing. He's never quite understood why being touched a certain way, or in certain places, will cause humans to laugh... nor does he really want to test it for himself.]

I -- I don't know.

[He hasn't exactly gone out of his way to check.]

Come on, we need to pay attention.

[ Yeah, he doesn't think Cas would know, necessarily, but he asks it all the same, faintly amused. There's the older-brother urge to tickle him, to try and find out if he is, to be a dick like he was to Sam just for shits and giggles, but he doesn't do it.

Instead, he leans back and smooths his palm up rather than his fingers, just in case he really is. ]

I'm paying attention.

[ Dean can't even bother to sound a little bit annoyed at the accusation that he's not; instead, he reaches out and snags his drink with his other hand, finishing it off. ]

I'm gonna get a refill and do a round of the place. Don't -- leave or go anywhere, okay? I'll stay where you can see me.

[Castiel is already preparing for Dean to try and find out for himself if he's ticklish. It won't be now, not when they're working, but sometime after they return to the bunker, it's bound to happen.

And if anything, he can try to be braced for it.

Still, Dean's hand is there, and Castiel's not used to Dean's touch being anything approaching possessive, even if it's just an act. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to decide how he feels about it.]

... That's fine. I'll stay here. [He opens his eyes slowly.] I'm fine with just one drink, so you don't need to get me another one.

[ Why are you thinking about this, you shouldn't be thinking about this because Dean's about two steps away from making an Olympic sport out of Not Thinking About It.

He shifts away to grab a drink with a little laugh at Cas' comment - yeah, the lightweight doesn't need one.

Dean makes his way to the bar, and is three seconds from chatting up the cute waitress before he remembers. Jesus. It's almost ridiculously easy to get the male bartender's attention, though - he's wearing what looks like eyeliner, but it doesn't look weird, it just makes his eyes stand out. The whole thing is a little weird, treating this just like how he does with the ladies- he flashes a smile, pushes over some cash and chats him up (cars, bands), 'cause it's just another hunt, just another way to roll with what comes up and ends up with a free shot for his trouble.

By the time Dean comes back, he's knocked the shot back and settles in next to Cas again, only to blink at the napkin. ]

...holy shit, he gave me his number.

[ UM. ]

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