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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[Castiel can understand why Dean would think he'd need help when it comes to romantic or sexual endeavors, but the idea of him and Sam hovering over him while he makes pathetic attempts at small talk sounds like a nightmare.

He's going to pass on that.

Dean's final remark is probably meant to cheer him up, but it does the exact opposite. Castiel sighs, pushing away from the counter and then heading out into the main room.]

If I get back to normal, you mean.

[ Yeah, he seems to realize he's opened his mouth and inserted his foot as soon as Cas moves away from the counter.

Goddamnit.

Dean drains his beer and rinses it, settling the bottle next to the sink so he can follow after him. ]

Pretty sure we'll find a way.

And 'sides, if not, well. We got plenty of room here, right?

[ And that's said a little more slowly, not quite hesitantly. The haven't talked too much about the future. What if Cas doesn't stay? ]

[Dean may be sure, but Castiel isn't.

More than that, he doesn't know that he deserves to return to his former self, not when he's responsible for all of his siblings losing their wings.

The offer from Dean is more noteworthy, though, causing him to pause and turn around, eyebrows raised.]

That's true. I also don't know what Boots would do if I was absent for too long.

[It's his way of saying that so long as he's like this, he'll be staying.]

He'd throw a fit. Boots is way too attached.

[ because Dean knows nothing about horrific codependency issues. N O T H I N G at all. ]

...Guess it's getting late.

[ Because this is seriously veering into territory that isn't teasing Cas so it's 50% more awkward. Escaping to go sleep sounds like a good idea. ]

[Castiel doesn't mind. He'd already been heading toward his room, and sleeping seems much more doable than speaking about the future right now.

Which is strange, to think he could ever get used to sleep. It hasn't been an easy process, but right now his body is fatigued and he imagines it will be simple enough to drift off.]

It is. I'll see you in the morning, Dean.

[And with that he heads for his room. Boots follows after him, apparently wanting to sleep on the bed tonight.]

[ Dean tries to sleep, but it's near impossible unless he's actually exhausted most of the time. Instead, he hangs out in the living room, curled up and sipping another beer as he watches a movie.

Boots comes out eventually - snuffling and crawling up into his lap to thud his head down, and nose it into his belly. Dean escorts him back to Cas' bedroom with a yawn once he's ready to hit the hay, making sure he doesn't disturb the other man too much, and then flops face-first onto his own bed.

The next day passes quickly enough - Dean wears a high collared shirt for the bruises and that night, they dig up the grave, Sam holding a gun at the ready while Dean salts and burns. Once it's done, the ghost flickering out of existence, Dean tilts his head back to glance at them. ]

Probably oughta keep an eye on things, make sure there isn't anything else weird goin' on once that place opens up again.

[The salt and burn goes smoothly, with no unexpected visitors or anything else that might have come up, and so Castiel's willing to relax at least slightly. There hasn't been any news about the club other than it being closed for a few days, so they may have put this ghost to rest.

He understands why Dean wants to be certain, though. They have to see to it that each job is actually done before moving onto the next one, and there have been plenty of times when things seem fine when they're not.]

We can drive by there tomorrow and see if there's anything out of the ordinary.

[Castiel certainly isn't above breaking in, either.]

Yeah, sounds -

[ And then Sam opens his mouth, tossing the shovel back in the back of the Impala. ]

Wasn't most of that stuff happening inside?

[ Dean turns, giving him a long look. ]

Yeah?

So, shouldn't someone go inside and make sure it's taken care of?

I can do it.

[Castiel jumps at the opportunity to volunteer. He hasn't done all that much work on this hunt. Sam did the research, Dean fought the ghost and set off the sprinkler system...

He can at least manage this much.]

I don't think there's any need to go in as a pair this time. [If all he's going to do is observe, then he can do that on his own.]

Not if the place is closed, no.

[ Thank god for small blessings, he supposes. The enthusiasm doesn't go missed, either. Dean glances back at him, not quite sure if he's as pleased about that, but he's been alive thousands of years. He can handle himself. ]

Just do a quick sweep, Cas. No reason to stick around.

[Castiel would rather be thorough, but he doesn't bother to argue with Dean about it. That would only lead to him going back on this decision, and Castiel isn't willing to risk that.]

Drop me off and I'll call you when I'm done.

[They'll need to go around the block a few times, but that would at least ensure that they're on-hand if something does go wrong. It should be enough to set Dean's worries to rest.]

[ It'll still take some time to get over the initial weirdness of hearing that. Cas is human, and while he sort of used a phone as an angel, it's jarring to hear it said so matter of fact right now. ]

Aye aye, captain. [ He pulls up in front and waits for Cas to get out, pulling away after a moment of hesitation. Cas can handle his own and he knows that, but - well, no buts. They take off and stop a few places, idling out at a fast food restaurant in the parking lot, Dean seeing if it's possible to eat as many fries as they bought. ]

[Castiel has to do some walking around the building before he finds an entrance he can break into. He's been taught how to pick locks by now, and he's become decent enough at it that he doesn't need Dean looking over his shoulder and offering help.

The club is still in the process of being put back in working order, so there's tarp all over the floor and most of the furniture has been pushed out of the way.

It's quiet, but Castiel doesn't feel any cold spots. He didn't bring an EMF-reader with him, but generally he goes on his gut feeling rather than relying on technology like that. It may count as old-fashioned, but he doesn't care.

He sweeps the whole area, his last stop being the bathroom, but there isn't any sign of anything. They're in the clear, at least as far as he can tell.

Castiel makes it out the back entrance and then grabs for his phone, picking out Dean's name and then hitting send.]

[ It turns out, like a champ, he can in fact eat an absurd amount of french fries if he really puts his mind to it. Sam looks equal parts disgusted and impressed and Dean grins around a mouthful of fries until his phone rings.

The fries get set aside, hand hastily wiped on a napkin to get it free of oil, and he flicks his phone open, tilting his head so he can hold it against his shoulder. ]

We good?

All clear, from what I can see.

[Castiel finds it hard to be certain about it when something could still crop up a month from now, for all that they know, but they've done all they can.]

I'm waiting in the alley from before, so you can come pick me up there.

[It's quiet out here, but Castiel still has a sharp gaze turned both directions, just in case.]

[ Dean will keep an eye on the news just to be safe, and he knows Sam will do the same thing. ]

On our way.

[ Their errands are done anyway, so Dean turns the Impala on, the low rumble of her engine filtering through the phone. They're there in just a few moments, the doors unlocking for him. ]

No excitement, huh?

[Castiel doesn't have to wait very long, so the two of them must not have driven far. At least it's a less suffocating form of protectiveness, if nothing else.

He opens up the door to the back seat and settles in.]

I managed to avoid getting choked, yes. [A crude reference to the bruising still visible on Dean's neck.] This went more smoothly than I expected. [He closes the door firmly behind him.]

Yeah, well, burning the bones is pretty friggin' final.

[ He's all too glad to get back home, the drive back fairly simple, and for a while, things are normal.

Dean rolls across a case entirely on accident, and something about it just sticks out. He doesn't know why or how or what's going on, he just knows that there's something weird. It might not even be a case, who knows. It's near enough, though that he tells them he's gonna check it out, maybe talk to some people and it's not worth the whole crew going - it should only take a few hours.

What should only take a few hours turns into a whole fucking ordeal that ends with his stomach aching after a couple demons took the whole kick the tar out of someone bit literally.

He winds up tied down, watching them go through his phone with a sick sense of fear in his stomach - they're gonna bring Sam and Cas into this, and this many demons - there's no fucking way this is gonna end the way they want it to, not without a shit ton of luck and Dean getting free. His hands are bound too tight, though, shackles and all and he'd gotten a solid punch to the face when he'd made any snarky comment on it.

Of course, as soon as Abaddon shows up, some of the irritation bleeds out and he's pissed. ]

Shoulda known it was you and your Scooby gang. Nothing better to do?

[Abaddon finds herself to be far more direct than someone like, say, Crowley, but that hardly means that she's against making a good entrance.

So the door slamming open, the sound of her heels thudding against the warehouse floor, and the fact that Dean will only be able to make out a silhouette at first -- about half of that is planned.

She's decked out in leather. Starting fresh in this vessel after Sam's attempt to burn her to nothing allowed her to make up her own wardrobe, and it's simple yet effective.]

Not surprised? [She smirks down at Dean, stopping about three feet away from where he's restrained. It must be her birthday, or at least her vessel's -- a Winchester, all tied up and ready for her like this.] Well, nevermind that. Dean, you're selling yourself short.

[Abaddon puts a hand out, and in the next second Dean's phone is placed in her palm by one of the other demons. She glances down at it.] Now, let's see. Do I want to rough you up a little first, or should I go ahead and give Sam a call right now? Choices, choices...

Nah, could smell your stench halfway out the door.

[ Dean tilts a grin up at her, white teeth flashing in the dim lighting. ]

You oughta have words with whoever decorated. It's not inviting.

[ He can already picture Sam rolling his eyes, telling him to shut the fuck up until they figure something out, but him and Castiel aren't there, it's just her and him and that uneasy pit in his stomach as he watches her, tense. He's at the disadvantage, here, but he's gotten out of shit like this before. Patience might not be his strong suit but he can be patient. ]

You don't need to give him a call; I'm not out past my curfew.

[Oh, Dean. Dean Dean Dean. So much spunk, and yet he seems to always play right into her hands. That's why Abaddon's so fond of Henry's grandson.]

Oh, did I confuse you? We're not here to make you comfortable.

[She can understand if he got that mixed up, seeing how he's been victim to Hell's tortures before. But this isn't about reliving old memories, not at all.

Dean's answer only makes her want to call Sam even sooner, though then she considers: wouldn't it be much interesting if Dean was a little roughed up by the time Sam arrived? You know, to show she means business.]

... You're right, we've got a little bit more time before he needs to be clued in. [She tosses the phone aside and it clatters to the floor. Then approaches Dean, setting both of her hands on his shoulders and leaning in until they're face-to-face.] So, I'm thinking you and I can help each other out. What do you say?

Don't worry, there's no danger of that happenin'.

[ There's a certain level of arrogance that comes with this - with being able to mouth off to her, knowing he's worth more (presumably) right now alive, and he's been through Hell's worst once. It could always be worse.

That look of consideration makes his stomach clench all the same, it's the same one Alistair wore when he was thinking of things he liked way, way too much. ]

Are we taking a vote? 'cause you should know what my answer is.

[It's all right, a little bit of mouthing off is cute, and Dean also gets a pass because his vessel is just all-too-appealing for a Knight of Hell like her.

Not she doesn't love her current vessel. It suits her rather well, she thinks, but the sort of damage she could if she she was in Dean Winchester's form, well, it's enough to make her tingly all the way down to her demonic marrow.]

Your answer should be a resounding yes, unless you want your guts to be this place's interior decoration.

[It would brighten the place up, she'll admit.

She digs her nails into his shoulders.] Don't worry, I already know you won't cave. That's why I'll get Sam to do it for you.

Wouldn't be the first time.

[ Threatening him with bodily harm? Happens on a daily basis. He's used to it; just another day dealing with demonic bullshit. Threatening Sam, though, that's something else all together.

He doesn't flinch at the mention of decorations, but as soon as she mentions Sam's name, he jerks in his bindings, baring his teeth in a smile that has no humor to it. ]

Sam won't cave either, sweetheart. You gotta give him more credit. Demons've been pulling this whole 'kidnap one of us' shtick for years now.

[As soon as Abaddon gets that reaction out of Dean, she starts to laugh, a full sound that echoes through the warehouse. The demons standing a few feet back shift their weight, as if anticipating something.

These Winchesters are so predictable.]

Oh, I know, believe me. I've heard all kinds of stories about you two. But you know what makes me different from everyone else?

[She digs the nails of her right hand in further, and then drags them down toward Dean's chest. Even through the clothing, he should be able to feel the sharpness.]

I'll actually go through with it. I will rip your throat out no matter how much your brother begs me not to.

The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme.

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FINALLY I AM READY TO GIVE YOU ABADDON

awww yis

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i feel like 90% of the time dean's just like OH NO SHE'S HOT (and evil)

AS HE SHOULD BE she's the hottest

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