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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[ 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.]

Yeah, well, people don't like shit that's weird.

[ Dean wipes down the table, not quite looking at Cas. ]

You've been 'round us enough, you should know. People get freaked when they see something different. I mean, aside from supernatural shit. I'm talkin' anything outside of suburban soccer mom kinda life.

[Castiel understands the concept of being afraid of the unknown and wanting to persecute it for that reason, but...]

It's not as if these people have horns or fangs or they're hurting people. They simply like to be with those who have the same set of genitals.

[He stands up and takes the dishes back to the kitchen, shaking his head.] I don't see what's so objectionable about it.

[ It's such a painfully Castiel thing to say. Dean glances back at him and finds his lips twitching up despite himself, leaning against the counter after he's snagged himself a beer. ]

Sure would make things easier. Least you know how to handle the equipment, right?

[ And god, okay, he thinks he's gonna regret asking this, but the words slip out anyway. ]

How do angels work with that? Seein' as you guys don't have junk, really, unless you're in a body.

[It's not a surprise that Dean would be curious about that, but Castiel simply shrugs, leaning himself up against the opposite counter.

They should both be getting to sleep so that they're ready for tomorrow, but now that they're speaking about this they may as well let the conversation come to a natural end. And he doesn't mind explaining.]

Well, in true form angels aren't exactly able to copulate. We can do something similar, but it's far more mental than it is physical, and it's not very common.

[He glances down at himself, shrugging his shoulders.] Of course, now I'm bound to this body, so it seems I'll have to get used to having... junk.

[ He's not too worried- he's used to not getting much sleep. Today shouldn't be any different. Even if he sleeps in a few hours he'll still get more than the normal amount of rest. ]

...Wait, okay, hang on.

[ Dean grins, just a little bit as he shifts on the counter, beer clasped loosely in his hands. ]

So you guys...just kinda pop into being alive? And hey, havin' junk isn't hard. [ And god, okay, he doesn't know why he's asking this, but it's kind of hilarious. ] You know how it all works, right.

Yes, we're created fully formed.

[Castiel had thought Dean had known that, but it's possible he never spelled it out for him until now. But there's nothing like birth for angels, not really. They just come into being.

At Dean's question, Castiel rolls his eyes and then bows his head.] Of course I do. [Not that he's had much occasion to actually make use of it.

For the most part, Castiel pretends that it isn't there, as it's easier that way. But sometimes it has a mind of its own and responds to things, and he tries to ignore that too.]

Weird.

[ Like really weird, but hey, angels. At this point nothing ought to surprise him.

And screw you, buddy, he sees that eye roll. Dean takes a long mouthful of his beer and snorts. ]

Well, that's something. Still think we oughta take you to a cathouse some time. You gotta car but you aren't driving it.

[ It's easy to slip into this - teasing about this kind of thing, when really, anything relating to that has been the last thing on his mind lately. ]

[Castiel doesn't see what his progress with learning how to drive has to do with whether or not he goes to a "cathouse" (and what kind of term is that?), but either way, he isn't nearly as amused with Dean.

And he's still not making eye contact.]

I would like to think that if I'm going to have sex, it could at least be with someone who I don't have to pay for it.

[He doesn't need it that badly, he's not desperate. He's gone years and years without sex, so he can keep on going without it as far as he's concerned. If it happens, then he'd be fine with that, but he's not going to go pay some poor woman to service him.

It may be a common human custom, but Castiel finds it barbaric.]

[ Yeah, he notices that, too, and it's so fucking easy to tease about this, his lips twitching up a little further. ]

It's not like you'd pay.

[ Him and Sam have all the money, and it's not technically even theirs, really but that's neither here nor there. ]

Could let Sammy 'n me wingman you at a bar. Pretty easy to make nice with ladies there.

[It doesn't matter whose money it is, it's the principle of the thing, but Dean must know that.

He doesn't understand why Dean is so invested in whether or not he has sex, but having the pressure put on like this is enough to make Castiel shift his weight uncomfortably.]

I don't see how it's a priority. [Because it isn't, not in the slightest.]

... What's a wingman?

Someone who helps you hook up with someone you're interested in. [ At least, most of the time. Dean tilts his head, considering. ] Or, you know, takes one for the team and makes sure that someone else doesn't try to ruin you guys talking.

[ But Cas is right, it's not a priority. It's kind of funny to think about, but not something that Dean thinks has a chance of really happening. ]

I dunno. Suppose when we get you back to normal it won't really matter, huh?

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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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