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 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.

[ Sam's smarter than she gives him credit for. Between him and Cas, Dean's confident she'll end up a red smear on the floor. That doesn't mean the next few hours are going to be anything fun, though. ]

Is this foreplay?

[ Dean shoves himself up, makes her nails dig in, and stares her down. Sorry, lady, he gets threatened with bodily harm on a daily basis, and he knows his worth is high at least until she gets a hold of Sam and Cas. They'll want proof he's alive before they do anything, they're not that dumb. ]

Gonna be real hard to do any of that when we slice you up again.

[Dean can threaten her all he likes. It's true that the Winchesters bested her once, but Abaddon's not planning to let it happen again. She's unkillable, she thought she made that clear.

If they knew what was good for them, they'd fall into line, but part of the fun is their defiance.]

It can be, if you want it to.

[She pulls his shirt down to expose the anti-possession tattoo and then runs her finger around it before digging her nail into the skin.]

I just think I have a different definition of entering you than you do. [How long has she been waiting for this? Too long, by her estimation. This body is going to be hers if Dean doesn't give her a good reason to hold off.]

[ At what point have the Winchesters ever fallen into line, let's be real here.

Dean licks chapped lips and grins, even if his stomach is twisting itself into knots. Most of the time, the demons don't bother trying to possess them - they're usually ganked before they get to that point.

If she's planning on riding him, then he hopes that Sam and Cas do the fucking tests next time he sees them. ]

Gonna ditch your body? [ He jerks back, finally, because he's realizing she's serious - she's not just fucking around. ] And what, what's the big end game? Ride me around and laugh menacingly?

Well, generally speaking, yes, but Dean...

[Abaddon scratches at his skin, enough to draw blood, but she's not taking the tattoo off just yet. She's got a plan for all this and she's going to play it out the right way.]

In your body, I will conquer Hell and Earth and take out all of those sad excuses for angels.

[She settles down into his lap and drapes her arms over his shoulders, leaning in close enough that their lips are almost touching.]

And you'll be right there with me -- you're gonna watch as I disembowel your brother and tear your angel apart.

[Oh yes, she's heard all of those juicy rumors about Dean and Castiel. Torture's about hitting where it hurts, after all.]

You're gonna have a helluva time with that.

[ Dean is three seconds away from thrashing like a caught animal, and instead settles for straining against the bindings, jaw clenched. ]

You might have a handfull've demons scared of me from hell, but for the most part, the angels are just gonna wanna kill me.

[ And no way in Hell is he letting her do that. He shifts, just a touch and slams his head forward, smacking it straight into her vessel's nose to snap it, grinning. ]

[Dean's vessel is nothing more than a means to an end. It doesn't matter what body Abaddon's in, she'll be able to do the same amount of damage either way. And she will tear those angels apart, piece by piece.

They've held their high and mighty attitudes for far too long, and now that they've lost their wings? They may as well be easy targets.

Why not do it with Dean at her side, just to add insult to injury?

Before Abaddon can respond, though, Dean slams his head against her face, causing her to jerk back. Blood spills from her nose and she lets out a grunt of pain, but beyond that there isn't much of a reaction. Lifting one hand up to her nose, she forcibly pushes it back into place.

And huffs out a laugh, eyeing Dean carefully.] Since we're so set on not playing nice...

[She moves away, grabs up Dean's phone from where she dropped it, and scrolls through until she finds Sam. Presses SEND and then waits.]

[ Dean is fully prepared to flip his shit, but she reaches for the phone first, and he thrashes again, straining, desperate. Sam doesn't need this, goddamnit.

Of course Sam picks up, though, soft voices in the background from where he and Cas are eating snacks at the vending machine outside of the hotel. ]

Hey, did you get lost? Cas was starting to worry.

[Cas was starting to worry, was he? Dean and his adorable little guardian angel. That's definitely something that Abaddon can play around with if she gets the chance, especially since Castiel has lost not just his wings, but his Grace as well.]

Not lost, just... a little tied up at the moment. [Who doesn't like a good bondage joke?]

Come on, Sam, I know you can't just leave him to rot here with me, as much as I would like that. I can put him on the phone if you don't believe me.

[But seeing how she has Dean's phone, there really shouldn't be any question of her sincerity.]

[ Castiel sees the way Sam goes tense, still the moment that whoever is on the phone makes the joke. Dean's tied up, and Sam's hand grips the phone tighter, lips pressed thin. ]

Where are you?

[ He doesn't need to talk to Dean right now, because he knows how that's going to go - he's going to get mouthy, and Abaddon is going to try something. And, of course - lo and behold, he hears Dean I'm fine, Sam, more pissed than scared, the asshole. ]

Where is he?

[Dean makes things much simpler by speaking up loud enough that Sam no doubt heard it. Now Sam will have no question as to whether she's bluffing or not, but Abaddon isn't one to bluff. Why rely on lies when she can just as easily make the real thing happen?

She offers up the address without much hesitation, which should make it clear that it's a trap. The nice thing being that Winchesters always walk right into them anyway. Honestly, it's so easy that she's starting to wonder how they've lived this long.

Oh, right. They always come back. They're almost as unkillable as she is.]

I assume I'll see you soon?

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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