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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[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?

[ There's no question, but it's still making him tense. He doesn't answer- doesn't dignify it with a response, not really. Not when he's going to walk into a trap and it doesn't even matter that they know it.

They arrive shortly after; Sam's armed to the teeth, but he knows there's not much he can do right now until he figures out what's going on. ]

Dean?

[ He slips in the front door, making sure Cas has his back, holding the gun tightly. ]

[The scene that they come across is maybe not what they would have expected. Dean, for one thing, is free from his bindings, sitting in the chair with one leg crossed over the other.

That might be the first sign it's not really Dean. There's also the fact that there's a large blood stain on his shirt, up near where his anti-possession tattoo should be.

The body of Josie Sands has been discarded on the floor, and any other demons who might have been there have emptied out.

Abaddon smiles with Dean's lips as she watches Sam and the wayward angel step inside.]

So glad you could make it.

[Castiel reaches out and grabs for Sam's shoulder, pulling him back and stopping them both in place. He keeps his voice as low as he can.] Which of us is going to exorcise her?

[ Somehow, he knows. He knows that this is what's going to happen - like she can resist doing it, fucking with them like that. It's just a feeling in his gut and when he sees her - sees Dean, his stomach twists up. ]

I can. We need to make sure there's not a binding sigil.

[ Sam grips the knife tightly, heart pounding unsteadily in his chest. He'll do whatever he has to - won't let her take him, won't let her do something that Dean'll never forgive himself for. ]

What do you want?

[ They could start exorcising her, but he's sure she's got something in place; he looks for a knife, something she's using to hold his body hostage. ]

[The main advantage that Abaddon has here is that she knows they won't attack her, not when it's Dean's body on the line. She can threaten them with a knife to his neck, and so that's exactly what she does.

It's Dean's own knife, taken from his holster, and she holds it up to his jugular, lips curled up into a smile that doesn't fit the face she's wearing at all.]

I want you all dead and out of my way. [She turns to Castiel, a twinkle in her eye as she tilts her head back, beckoning him over.] You first.

[Castiel glances over at Sam, his jaw clenched with the realization that they have none of the cards here. Abaddon has Dean hostage, and without his Grace there isn't much he can do to scare her off. If she slits Dean's throat, they'll have no way to heal him.

Which means that he has to do as she asks. He shifts his hand over toward Sam, waiting for him to place the demon-killing knife in his palm. He'll need to go for non-vital areas and hope that Sam can handle the exorcism while he keeps her distracted. Castiel does what he can to communicate that in one glance before stepping forward.]

[ Of course.

His stomach twists into a knot, and he stares her - him down, jaw clenched tightly. Dean can fight this - he's gotta be able to fight this, he wouldn't let anything happen to Castiel or Sam, he knows that.

Sam circles opposite, palming the knife off to him. He has holy water - he can stun her, but he'll wait for Castiel's cue. ]

And, what, you needed him to do it?

[Abaddon places one hand on her hip and glances down at Dean's nails. Not very well manicured, are they?] Didn't need him, but it definitely makes things more fun, wouldn't you think? I'd like him to remember what it was like to kill you.

[Castiel approaches her, searching the area all the while, looking for anything that they can use to their advantage. The area is large, but beyond that there isn't much in here, and he imagines she calculated for that.

As he gets nearer, Abaddon stands up from the seat, shoving her hands in Dean's pockets and looking him up and down.] Oh, you wouldn't believe the kind of thoughts that he has about you.

[Castiel stops short, frowning deeply as he tries to puzzle out what that might mean. But there's no point in trying to make sense of what a demon has to say, and so instead he takes his chance, lunging toward Abaddon, knife aimed for the gut. Even a shallow cut should throw her off balance--

Except that Abaddon sees it coming, grabbing for his arm at the elbow and then drawing the knife straight past her, pulling Castiel close.

He isn't able to wrench away before she shoves her mouth against his, shoves Dean's mouth against his. He can taste the sulfur and this is wrong, all wrong. He squints his eyes closed, fighting to shove her back before he can harm him.]

[ You caught me on an off day, I was just about to go get a manicure before you hopped in for a joy ride.

He's all snark and sass all the way up until he realizes she's rifling around in his head, digging things out and then-

Don't you fucking dare-

It's too late, though. His hands slide up and they're not his, but they're grabbing for Cas and then - fucking hell. ]

[ He expects a lot of things, but uh- that's not one of them. Sure, it catches them off guard but between what she says and what she does, Sam is caught off guard until he figures fuck it, and moves in anyway. It's easy to splash holy water at her, and when she's away from Cas he goes for the tried and true method of just slamming his fist into Dean's jaw.

The exorcism is like second nature, rattling it off as soon as he starts moving and he wrestles Dean's body to the ground- he knows Dean'd rather get roughed up than have a demon riding in him, except - fucking hell, he knew it.

Sam shoves her down, hands fisted in her jacket- or, well, his jacket. The cuffs they'd jacked from the dungeon in the bunker hang out of his pockets, and he grabs them, slamming Dean's wrists down to fasten the first and then the second. He's got no fucking idea if it'll work on a knight, but they'll find out. ]

[As soon as the water hits her, Abaddon lets out a screech and staggers backward. She's fully ready to stab Sam with the knife she squirreled away from Castiel, but at that point Sam's punch knocks her to the ground, and next thing any of them know, those cuffs are out.

Dean's eyes widen and dart to the symbols etched in on the shackles, and Abaddon lets out a frustrated noise which sounds particularly strange in Dean's rough tone.]

You can take me in, but you're going to have a hard time getting me to give up your brother now that I have him.

[Castiel, meanwhile, has been left to stand there dumbfounded as he's still processing the lingering feeling of Dean's tongue having been in his mouth. He rubs his palm over his lips and then glares down at the trapped demon.]

We have our ways. [And Castiel expects that Dean's going to fight this as hard as he possibly can. Not that it's possible for a vessel to expel a demon with willpower alone, but it helps to know he's in there fighting tooth and nail.

Abaddon's words from before had probably just been more lies, but Castiel can't forget them so easily. He glances toward Sam.] We'll take them back to the car?

We'll figure it out.

[ It's not going to be easy, but they've done it before. At least they got to him before he did anything to anyone else; if Abaddon had taken him out for a joy ride, Dean never would forgive himself. Sam knows that.

At Cas' question, he nods a little jerkily. Sorry, buddy, but you're not going to ride up front.

They stuff Abaddon and Dean into the trunk of the Impala, shoving aside what needs to be, and take him back to the bunker. It's not a fun trip - Sam's not sure if Dean's okay in there, but he can't let him out, so he grips the wheel tightly and stares straight ahead until they return to the bunker and then it's a matter of getting them inside, locking them down in the dungeon.

The door closes, and Sam sags against it, dragging a hand over his face. ]

She's probably got a sigil binding her to him. We just need to find it and break it.

The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme.

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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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wow i thought i was playing cas in this for a sec bc of another thread. gj gj self

HAHAH whoops it's all good

doop doop

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