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 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. ]

[While Castiel should be keeping an eye on the entire crowd, it's hard to stop himself from returning his attention to where Dean's standing at the bar and speaking with the man who's working there. They seem to be having a good time, at that, and Castiel finds himself confused.

If all Dean had to do was pretend to be interested in another man, wouldn't that bartender have sufficed? Why did they have to get dressed like this? If it's the two of them who are supposed to be posing, then shouldn't Dean be back here?

Deciding that it doesn't matter so long as the hunt is a success, Castiel is busy watching the rest of the crowd by the time that Dean returns.

At Dean's remark, Castiel glances down at the napkin. Maybe an actual boyfriend would be jealous, but instead Castiel just asks:]

Is that good?

[ Yeah, if it were that easy, they would have been fine, but it's not as easy as just, hey, fuck it, let's flirt with a few people and that's good enough to pass as gay.

If only it were that easy.

Dean shrugs, taking a long pull of his drink, crinkling up the napkin and shoving it into his pocket to toss later. ]

No, it's - I dunno.

[ It's not the first time it happened, it's just usually not that instantaneous, even with chicks, unless he's full blown charm and smiles. Dean doesn't know what to make of it.

He takes another sip of his beer, and after a while of crowd-watching, shakes his head. ]

Gonna hit the head. Watch my drink, yeah?

[That isn't much of an explanation, which is frustrating when Castiel's more or less flying blind here. He needs to follow Dean's lead on this, but when he isn't getting clear instructions, all he can do is sit there and hope that they're somehow passing off as intimate.

When Dean decides to excuse himself (with that strange turn of phrase, but at least Castiel knows what it means now), he nods and pulls the drink closer to him.]

I'll be here.

[He even tries a smile, because while it's not how they would normally behave, they're trying to paint a picture of something else here.]

[ Dean...doesn't pick up on it, either. He's trying to do his best but he's not particularly great at this aspect. Still, Cas watches his drink and Dean gets up again to go take a leak, finishing up when the bathroom goes icy-cold, and his breath fogs up in front of him. ]

...Ah, hell.

[ Dean's fresh out of salt or anything useful right now and he goes for the door, only to feel it slam shut and the metal of the knob start to ice over.

He winds up thrown against the first toilet's door, slamming into it and knocking it over, landing in a jumbled heap as he tries to reach for something to strike out, nothing within reach. The lone knife he has skitters out of reach, shoved under the sink and Dean groans, his head throbbing as he pushes himself up to his hands and knees and winds up slammed into the other wall, spitting up blood when he bites his cheek hard enough to break skin.

Almost on autopilot he grabs his phone, just as the ghost lifts him up, squeezing tight around his throat and he presses call, kicking his legs, gagging. ]

[Castiel can be patient when it comes to things like this. Sometimes trips to the bathroom take a while, for various reasons, and so he's content to keep an eye on the crowd and sip at his drink.

But some more time passes, and he finds himself getting restless and keeping an eye on the hallway Dean had gone down in order to get to the restroom.

Then, his phone buzzes in his pocket, and without even checking it Castiel stands from the booth. They're here on a hunt, after all, and it was only a matter of time before they got noticed.

He pushes through the crowds of revelers, earning him a few glares and angry remarks, before he makes it to the restroom and finds that the handle of the door is iced shut.

Gritting his teeth, Castiel backs up and tries to kick it down.]

[ Dean thrashes and feels his feet lift off the ground, a startled, strangled little groan escaping him as he catches sight of the ghost with its hands wrapped around his throat.

It's old. That's the first thing that comes to mind when he looks at it, eyes going wide.

Old clothing, old haircut, everything - fucking great. Dean slams his hand back against the toilet's door when he hears the sound of someone kicking at the door, and thrashes again. The key that he used to get into the bathroom with is in his pocket, he tosses that at the ghost, hopes there's fucking something iron on it, and hits the ground in a heap when it lets him go.

Just as soon as it starts, it's over, and the door breaks open for Cas, while Dean rests on his hands and knees, gasping for a breath. ]

[By the time that Castiel forces his way inside (and that's something that they'll need to explain, unless they can get away from this place quickly), it's all over with. There's no sign of any ghost or other creature, and Dean's on the floor fighting for oxygen.

He can't exactly afford them privacy when the door is broken, but he does his best to close it up again and moves forward to kneel down next to Dean. Breaking the door down is bound to draw some attention, but there's not much they can do about that now.

And so there he is, right at Dean's side, one hand sliding out to support his neck and this isn't something he needs to fake or even think about.]

Are you all right? What happened? [Dean's cold to the touch, a clear sign that a ghost had been here.]

[ Dean's so totally not worried about the door, of all things. There's bruising starting to purple up around his throat where the hands had been, his breathing thick and shaky as he finally catches it and stares at the little key, realizing. ]

I'm fine, I'm--

[ A coughing fit hits him and he wipes his mouth when it's done, half-laughing, half groaning. Fuck everything about this, he should have been better prepared. Not like he can tote ghost stuff inside, but he should have had something. What if it were Cas that went in here? ]

Ghost. Think it's tied to that-

[ And he gestures to the key. ]

C'mon, let's get out before they notice something's up. We'll take it with us.

[Castiel frowns at the finger shaped bruises around Dean's throat and grabs for his wrist, hauling him to his feet. It's a lot of weight to try and heave up, especially when Dean's still shaky, but Castiel manages it.

If he's well enough to stand, then that's a good sign, at least. Dean's been tossed around by ghosts more times than he can probably remember -- he'll be fine. Though Castiel's also wishing they could have brought some iron or salt in with them. It wouldn't have been that hard to snuggle salt in, at the least.

Dwelling on that won't do any good, though. He nods and takes the key.]

Let's go. Now, before the people here figure out what's going on.

[He grabs for Dean's wrist and leads him out of the bathroom and down the hallway, back into the chaos that is the main dance floor. They need to find a back exit.]

[ Dude, he's fine. Dean tries to brush off the hand but ends up staggering when he fights against him being dragged up. Better to just go with it, even if he feels like a fucking idiot.

Fucking stupid. All the other victims were attacked outside of the place, but he should have expected it.

Dean finds himself led out of there, stumbling through the crowd a little gracelessly with everyone dancing, brushing past a few people who get a little overly touchy, and gestures to the back exit to the alley.

Getting outside is a relief - Dean sucks a cold breath of air in, rubbing at his throat. ]

That was fun.

[They make it out, and while Castiel is eager to put as much distance between them and this place as possible, he realizes that he needs to give Dean a few moments to recover.

Before he'd become human he wouldn't have considered that, would have just whisked Dean away without a second thought. But now that he's had the same limits imposed on him, he's more considerate about it.]

Now what? [He glances down to the key in his hand. Is this really what's allowing the ghost to live on? There doesn't look to be any sign of physical material -- no hair or skin follicles that he can see, at least.]

It doesn't seem that destroying this would be enough. [They need to figure out who the ghost is and track down its body, but at least they have some kind of clue now.]

[ That's not the only thing, but it's enough. Dean doesn't know why that's the thing the ghost is tied to, but he'll worry about that later. Right now, he's dragging them into the alley after a pitstop at the car, dropping it to the ground and salting and burning it. ]

We need to figure out what this place has goin' on that a ghost is icing people.

[ Which means what it's built on, what might be around it. Dean makes his way to the car once he's sure Cas is following so they can head back and do research. ]

[Castiel finds himself reluctant to leave this place just yet. They may have found the key and drawn the ghost's wrath toward them, but that doesn't mean it won't find another way to tie itself to the building.

If it continues to attack people and they aren't present to stop it, that burden will be on them. On the other hand, they'll need to be doing plenty more research before they know where to strike.

So it's after a long lingering look back at the building that Castiel moves to take a seat on the passenger side.]

It seems we passed its test... somehow. [Beyond some idle touching, they hadn't acted all that differently...]

[ Yeah, there's pros and cons to everything. He could let Sam handle the research but there's no good way to take care of this, not really. Dean hesitates openly a moment, pressing his palms to the car. ]

Yeah, guess so. [ A beat. ] Y'know, these places probably have fire alarms. Sprinklers, right?

[ And this is probably a terrible idea in terms of anything ever, but he's passing the keys back to Cas after a moment, nodding at the car. ]

Start her up. I'm gonna pull the firealarm, try and set off the sprinklers and beat it. Hopefully that'll close this place down for a few days. Give us some time.

[Dean's idea may be reckless, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't do it. Finding a way to keep patrons away from this place would give them the few days they need to uncover what's truly going on here, and that's reason enough to bend the law.

Castiel doesn't approve so much with how Dean's going about it, though. He instinctively catches the keys, but he stares down at them resting on his palm with a bewildered look.]

Dean, I can barely --

[This should definitely be the other way around. Dean's just being Dean and giving Castiel the less dangerous job.]

I'll pull the fire alarm, you handle your car. [He's not going to be held responsible for anything that happens to the Impala, and so Castiel steps over and tries to shove the keys back at Dean.]

[ He looks like he's two seconds from arguing, tensing up and pressing his lips in a thin line. He doesn't need Cas to set the fire alarm off - he can do that, and Cas can take care of the car, it's just starting it up. ]

Cas-

[ He backs up, yanks the keys back and ducks into the car to find a lighter and once that's done, he shoves them back in hand. It's not that he doesn't think Cas can manage this - he does, but he's not about to send him right into the middle of this mess all over again, not after he just about got the shit choked out of him. No thank you. ]

Just start the friggin' car, okay?

[Seeing how Dean's the one who got himself choked, he's the last person who should be going back into that building.

Still, they have no time. If they delay on this too long, they'll be seen, and the window in which this might be somewhat safe is rapidly closing.

Castiel's done a few lessons with Dean to learn how to drive, but he's not feeling all that confident with it right now. Dean, how dare you leave him here.

Still, he's not about to let Dean down over something like this, and so he takes the keys back and walks around to the driver door. If Dean's trusting him with his car, that says a lot about his faith.] Make it fast.

Cas, it ain't brain surgery, okay?

[ Dean pushes him toward the car, all out of pity for this. It's starting the car. They've done a little bit with the harder stuff- this is next to nothing when it comes down to it.

Besides, Cas is capable, above all else. It's not like Dean thinks he's gonna crash the car when it's friggin' parked. ]

Don't touch anything else.

[ Dean moves after that, sliding back inside the club, and soon enough, he's sliding out with the crowd of people flooding out of there, some of them soaked from the sprinkler system that he's turned on from lighting the fire under the fire system.

His hair and shirt are soaking wet when he comes back out, sliding into the car with a shiver, the cool night air making his skin prickle. ]

See, you're fine.

[ There's only the barest hint of a twitch to his lips as he takes over, hands curling around the wheel, pulling out. Soon enough, they're on the highway and he's relaxing back, the bruises standing out stark on his throat. ]

[It's true that Castiel's done this part a few times before. Foot on the brake, keys in the ignition, then put it into park...

Mainly, his reluctance had come from the fact that he was expected to do it under pressure, but he manages just fine and then shimmies his way into the passenger seat as a way to save time.

Dean's successful with his part of it, too, which might prove to some that it was pointless to worry, but Castiel's still annoyed by Dean's stubbornness.

And now Dean's soaked on top of it.]

We should try to plan better for the next time. [Castiel sends glances at Dean's throat. He's all right, obviously, but those bruises are a reminder of their missteps.]

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icon is so much more dramatic 8D

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sorry this tag took 9 years.

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