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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[ Dean grins, wide and easy as he leans back and starts driving, heading back to Sam. It's not like his food will go cold, necessarily, but he wants to make sure that Sam's eating on a consistent basis, too. ]

Look at you, trying to be all classy human. Next you'll be askin' for escargot and classy wines.

[ He shakes his head, glancing at his milkshake and then tilts it to him, nowhere near sloshing because he's sure as hell not about to get milkshake on the inside of her. ]

This ain't exactly classy, but it's good f'you wanna try.

I don't know that I'm completely sold by the idea of eating... snails.

[It seems to Castiel that humans often decide to put the strangest things in their mouths, and it's only one out of five times that it doesn't end up poisoning them. It's a sign of how daring they are, how prepared they are to try anything in order to survive, but that doesn't mean he needs to subscribe to some of the stranger delicacies.

He'll stick with red meat for now, and maybe from there he'll expand out further to things like poultry or fish. It's a slow-going thing, but...

When offered the milkshake, Castiel sizes it up before reaching out to take it from Dean. He takes a small sip and then gives a quick shake of his head.]

It's... very sugary.

I dunno, I've never really wanted to try 'em either.

[ He's quite alright without it. Dean wipes the condensation off of his hand once the milkshake is in Castiel's hands and takes the next turn back to their place, nudging up the music just a touch.

It's kind of freakishly domestic, but he likes this. Ghost bullshit aside, he's...nearing comfortable, having Sam and Castiel there. Going out and getting food, doing all these normal things without everything else hanging over their heads. ]

Not a fan?

[ Dean snorts. ]

S'okay, more for me.

[ He pulls in shortly after, grabbing one of the bags and taking his milkshake back. ]

You wanna feed Boots? He's probably gonna lose his shit if we eat in front of him.

[As for Castiel, the whole idea of domesticity is still new and strange to him. They've been at it for a few months now, but he doesn't yet feel like he fits in properly. He realizes that's mainly all in his head, that both Sam and Dean are more than happy to have him, but...

Is this really going to be his life now? Is he ready to accept that?

Apparently he is, because as Dean parks, Castiel lets himself out of the car and then nods to his question.]

I'll feed him first, and then we can worry about ourselves.

[Otherwise, Dean's right -- Boots will be circling around them like a shark, waiting for scraps of food.

Castiel walks through the garage and into the main bunker area, where he's met by an excited grunt and the flapping of wings. Boots manages to not bowl him over, which is a miracle. Instead, Castiel kneels down to run his hands over a scaled back.] We weren't gone that long.

[ that's part of the worry. He wants this to be something that they're both okay with, but he's not even sure how okay he'll be with this a month, a year from now. Normal never works out, it's stupid to think that it will. Chasing fantasies of a life where they're normal guys who happen to know about monsters and have a fucking dragon - yeah, no, not feasible.

They'll see how it goes, though. Nothing to do but keep on trucking. ]

Yeah, before he gnaws off your legs.

[ Dean gives him a faint pat on the head as he walks past, Boots' head trailing after him, sniffing at his fingers like he can tell there's fast food there, doing a rather impressive look of betrayed they brought food without him. ]

S'forever when you gotta pet.

[ Not that he's an expert, but hey, whatever.

Dean heads up and finds Sam, dropping a salad down, waving off concern about his throat that's clearly visible. He's still wearing Castiel's jacket, a fact only noticed when Sam's eyebrows go way up and he plucks at it. ]

Huh.

[Castiel would never admit this out loud, having someone (or something, rather) who is almost always excited to see him is... nice. Boots has always been the most attached to him, possibly because he was the one who found him.

So even if it's forever, he won't exactly mind. So long as he makes it seem like he's exasperated, that should be enough to stave off any remarks about it. He learned that one from Dean.

After a few more seconds of petting, Castiel gets up and heads into the kitchen with Boots following at his heels.

He cranes his neck to look into the other room where Sam and Dean are, and nods a greeting to Sam.]

... Dean, you should change into some dry clothing before you do anything else. [Castiel says this, not realizing that it almost verges on mother henning, as he digs into the fridge for some steaks.]

[ He doesn't need your shit, Sam. Dean drags the jacket off with a grimace and acts like it totally didn't happen at all. He settles it over the back of a chair to dry, and purses his lips a moment as he picks through the bag until he gets to his burger, and takes a drag of his shake. ]

I got soaked by a fire alarm and sprinkler system.

[ The burger gets shoved into Cas' chest, with a finger pointed at him. ]

Stick this in the oven for me, 300 degrees, on a plate without all the wrappin'. Don't let that guy get it. [ And his pointing turns to the dragon, who looks utterly innocent. ]

I'm gonna take a shower.

[Castiel takes the burger, setting it aside on the counter as he remains aware of Boots' reptilian eyes tracking it. He's used to keeping an eye on the dragon to see that he doesn't steal their food, and for the most part he's been trained to not do that. But there are always moments where he slips...

Oddly enough, Castiel knows how to use the oven now. Nothing about what Dean asks for confuses him, and so instead he only nods.

It's for the best that Dean takes a shower right away, and so Castiel's relieved that he came to that conclusion on his own instead of having to be pestered into it.]

It'll be ready when you get out.

[And with that, he opens up the packages of meat and sets Boots' dinner out for him before putting Dean's burger in the oven to warm.

Once that's all done, he takes his roast beef sandwich and goes to sit with Sam, letting out a sigh. It's been a long day.]

[ Dean has no doubts if the guys are busy and he leaves his burger unattended, the dragon's gonna go for it. He's not about to let that happen, thanks.

The jacket secured, Dean slides his own off and onto the back of another chair, squelching his way down the hall with a heavy sigh to go take the world's hottest shower. ]

[ It's not like a jacket is exactly a big deal. This isn't high school, isn't girls wearing boy's letterman jackets. But still, man, it's a little weird.

Sam's lips twitch up a bit as he pokes around his salad, leaning forward, tone low just in case. ]

So you guys met the ghost, huh? How'd Dean end up screwing with the sprinklers?

[Castiel considers his question while working on a bite of his sandwich, only responding once he's swallowed. He's picked up some manners, thankfully.]

He took his lighter with him, so I suspect that played a factor.

[Tricking the building into thinking there was a fire would trigger water spraying out, if he thought about it logically.]

We found a key that we think it was bound to and we burned it, but... it isn't enough. We'll need to do more research tomorrow.

[ It's probably a testament to how well he knows his brother that he doesn't do more than just nod his head a touch. Yeah, that makes sense. ]

Probably set them off so no one else would go in there.

[ Good plan. Sucks for the business owners, but right now they probably don't have a lot of options. Sam's not going to argue the point right now.

Instead, he just digs into his salad, chewing thoughtfully. ]

So the ghost thought you were...together? It worked out? That was uh-- a short night.

We didn't do much to convince it beyond... engaging in more physical contact than usual.

[Castiel shrugs and takes another bite. It seems they'd done their job well enough, even if not all that much had been different.

Though it could also have been a matter of Dean being in the wrong place at the wrong time.]

Dean went to the restroom, and that may have been where it targeted people. [That would hardly be the first time. Ghosts seem to enjoy terrorizing people in bathrooms.]

[ And Sam has to remind himself that it's A) not a good idea to laugh, and B) not helpful, either.

It's a close thing, though. His lips twitch instead, and he nods, amused. ]

Well, it bought us a few days.

I did some digging and I think I might have something for us to look into when he's back from his shower.

[Castiel can tell that Sam's amused by the situation, but he manages to hold back, most likely because Dean isn't present.

It's not something they need to dwell on, as far as he's concerned. Castiel's more interested in what Sam may have found.]

I'd ask you to tell me now, but then you'd have to repeat yourself for Dean.

[He'll focus on eating instead. Boots, meanwhile, has scarfed down his food and goes to lay under the table between Sam and Castiel's feet.]

[ Sam's lips twitch up a touch and he glances down at the dragon, shifting when Boots settles his head on Sam's foot, breathing soft and even as he settles down.

Soon enough, Dean's out, wearing a comfortable pair of soft sweats and a well-worn tshirt, soft and threadbare in patches.

He throws himself down between the two of them, Boots rustling and nosing at his knee before placing his chin on top of Castiel's to look up at him, because he can smell the food. ]

I was gonna tell Cas what I found but I wanted to wait til you were back.

[ Dean cocks an eyebrow, moving a little stiffly as he gets up and goes to grab a drink since his milkshake's gone. ]

So that club - it looks like it was built over something. Back in the 70s and 80s there was a place where people used to get together. It got torched around '89, but only one guy died.

[ He shifts his laptop over, and shows Dean who looks thoroughly unimpressed with a mouthful of food. ]

S'im.

[ Sam rolls his eyes at his manners and shifts it back. ]

Says he wasn't burned all the way, his remains are buried out along an old backroad cemetery, about 20 minutes from here.

[Castiel's already finished up with his sandwich by the time that Dean makes it back. It occurs to him that he should grab his burger from the oven, but surely Dean can do that for himself.

Slowly but surely, Castiel's started to accept that he's not here simply because the Winchesters need him. Why would they at this point? As a human he's practically useless, though he's slowly been honing his skills and he's definitely a help when it comes to battles.

Still, he doesn't need to go grab Dean's food for him.

So he focuses on Sam's intel instead, nodding slowly.]

Do you know why it was burned down? I'm assuming it wasn't an accident.

It was burned down 'cause it was a club that catered to uh, alternative people.

[ Dean chews, swallows, and drains a mouthful of his drink afterward, cringing. ]

Wasn't an accident. People are assholes. I mean, you r-

[ Dean stops, eyes going wide as Sam kicks him hard under the desk, because he knows where that fucking statement is going.

Yeah, hey, Cas remember that time you went and played God and pretty much nuked the church? awesome. ]

["Alternative people" isn't a phrase that makes much sense to Castiel (alternative to what?), but given what he already knows about this case, it's easy enough to fill in the blanks. Dean means people who prefer intimacy with the same sex.

It's true that humans will find any reason to hate each other, even the smallest and most trivial of differences. Castiel's seen that himself, and while Dean doesn't get the sentence out, he doesn't need to.

Castiel remembers the way he'd punished those church-goers for spreading hate when they should have been spreading love. It's not something he ever likes to think back on, and the memory is enough to put him into a sober mood.]

... Well, we'll need to go find his remains.

[ Sam's still giving him a look like he's a fucking asshole, and maybe that's right but Dean doesn't take it back, he just pokes at his burger, lips twisted into a little scowl.

He takes over from there, Sam's tone a little more gentle in contrast. ]

I've got a location. Shouldn't be too hard to find it. After everything that's happened, an easy salt and burn sounds...good.

[ And Dean grunts in agreement - not like he can argue that fact, that's for goddamn sure. ]

[It almost sounds too simple, but then Castiel considers the fact that Dean got attacked in a bathroom and they "rained out" an entire club, and it puts some perspective on it.]

Considering the club should be closed for a few days, we can go to the grave site tomorrow night, I would think.

[Castiel doesn't see the need to rush out, which is strange because normally he's the first one to toss everything aside to take care of something right away.

But it's been a long night, and he doubts any of them want to get back into the car now. Boots might try to gnaw on their ankles if they did.]

[ Honestly, he's glad that Sam and Cas don't suggest going right now. He doesn't even want to consider it. If anything, it sounds way better to head out tomorrow, when he's had a night to rest and relax and it's not as if anyone will be going in there any time soon. ]

Yeah, I'm beat.

[ Sam rolls his eyes at the unintentional pun (okay, may be a little intentional) and shifts to his feet with a little nod. ]

Night, Sammy.

[ With a yawned out g'night and thanks for the food, Sam makes his way to the bedroom with his laptop, leaving Dean munching idly on some french fries. ]

So. Roast beef everything you wanted and more?

[They're all in agreement, then. That seems to be happening more and more lately, which is a welcome change from when they'd butted heads all the time.

Castiel bids Sam good night and takes a moment to enjoy the peace and quiet, glancing over to Dean when he asks his question.]

It's acceptable. I'm full, though.

[Not a pleasant feeling, to be overly full, and so he stops himself, grabbing for a scrap of meat and handing it to Boots under the table, who takes it carefully from him.]

I don't understand, Dean. Why do some humans see homosexuality as something to be hated and feared?

[ Yeah, he's grateful for it, honestly. Not like he doesn't like the occasional bickering, but he's exhausted. Doesn't want to fight, not that much. ]

He's gonna get fat if you feed him like that.

[ Dean starts cleaning up, adjusting his shirt up where it's ridden up just a touch, and stops abruptly at that question. ]

You're the one that's been peepin' on humanity for forever. The big man upstairs supposedly wasn't kosher with it in the book, so everyone decided that seemed like a good idea.

[Castiel doesn't think a scrap of food here or there will make much difference, but he refrains from giving Boots any more, which causes the dragon to let out a huff and walk off to another part of the room to sulk.

Not that it would matter that much if Boots put on weight. He's a pet, after all, and Castiel's come to learn that part of the reason for having a pet is to pamper it.

When Dean mentions the Bible, Castiel lets out an annoyed sigh.] Except that God didn't write the Bible, Dean. People did. They decided on that arbitrary rule for themselves.

[Most of what's written in that book is complete nonsense, and Castiel wishes that people would stop swearing by it.]

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wow dean just magically got his shit from the oven. GJ SELF

shh it's okay i forgot about them burning the key

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