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 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.

[Having to listen to the banging and yelling in the trunk, as if they had Dean shoved in there, is almost too much for Castiel to handle. He rubs at his forehead and doesn't say much during the car ride, but there's no denying that they've got a mess on their hands.

Abaddon is a Knight of Hell, which means expelling her from Dean's body isn't going to be as simple as it would with a garden variety demon.

Sam appears just as drained by the very idea of it, and Castiel glances down to his feet outside the dungeon they've placed them in, letting out a breath. It's been a long night.]

I can search for it, then. [It's bound to be awkward and violating, especially in light of what's happened, but it doesn't seem right to let Sam do it.]

[ Uh.

Well, that's. Nice of him to offer, sure, but Sam's lips twitch into the barest of smiles as he drags a hand through his hair. ]

I'm not worried about finding it, Cas. Me n' Dean've been in each other's pockets for as long as I can remember.

[ And uh, he's still kind of wondering if Cas is going to address the whole kiss thing, but. ]

...are you okay? She was trying pretty hard to screw with you.

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[If Sam truly doesn't mind, then Castiel's not going to argue the point. He'd rather not interact with Dean that much until he's actually Dean again, because who knows what Abaddon would try next?

It's something he would very much prefer they not talk about, but he doesn't exactly blame Sam for asking. For him, it must have come out of nowhere. And to an extent that's the case with Castiel as well.

But between all the joking that's flung around about them, he isn't that surprised that a demon would go so far with it.]

I'm fine. I'm more worried about Dean.

[They need to fix this as soon as possible.]

Were you going to try and deal with this now? [He is very much ready and willing to go check in on Boots in the meantime.]

I don't want her in him any longer than she has to be.

[ He's not going to press, not when Cas looks like that. If he wants to go take care of the dragon, Sam's not going to object to it. Reaching out, he curls a hand around his shoulder and squeezes just briefly, before pulling back. ]

I'll yell if I need you.

[ And then he pulls back, and heads in, the door slamming closed behind him. Once he's in there, he glances over at her- at Dean, and exhales. ]

You could just tell me where the sigil is because I'm gonna find it either way.

[Castiel can agree with that. Who knows what Abaddon's putting Dean through at this point. She might have the ability to communicate with him mentally, and demons like her are far too good at getting under someone's skin. In this case, literally.

He nods, appreciating the fact that Sam's willing to handle this. He won't stray far enough away that he wouldn't be able to hear Sam call for him, but at least handling Boots will give him something to focus on.

And so he heads off.]

[When Sam steps inside, Abaddon lifts a hand up as far as she's able considering how she's shackled in order to wave at him.

All things considered, she doesn't look that bothered by the fact that she's been caught. Nor is she going to make things all that easy for Sam here.]

That wouldn't be very fun. Maybe I want you to look.

[She prefers Dean, to the point that she picked out his body as the one to possess, but she's not going to refuse Sam's attentions. Equal opportunity, that's her way when it comes to taking advantage of dumb hunters.

Really, though, this is all about making both of the Winchesters uncomfortable.] Pretty sure Dean liked kissing that angel. You might wanna ask him about it sometime. [She scoffs and shakes her head.] So much repression.

[ Ugh, don't wave at him. Sam grimaces, stepping inside the room and rolling up his sleeves. He really, really doesn't want to play find the binding sigil, but they've been living together so long that it's not going to be that weird.

Dean'd rather get the bitch out either way. ]

We're gonna find a way to kill you.

[ Sam glances up at her, flicking his knife out to start cutting at Dean's sleeves. Sorry, dude, you can't keep the shirt if he's going to have to go hunting. ]

Pretty sure it doesn't matter if he does or doesn't like kissing Cas.

[ Which. It doesn't. He hopes Dean hears that, because really, he's not worried if he does like him or not. Sam moves up his arm, twisting it this way and that, careful with the knife. ]

Maybe it doesn't matter to you, but it sure does matter to him.

[Abaddon shifts up as much as she can while Sam cuts her shirt off. Dean may not be enjoying this, but she is, and that's what matters. She would enjoy getting handsy if only to see how uncomfortable it would make Sam, but the shackles make that impossible.

They don't seem to have considered that maybe this is exactly where she wants to be. She's going to find her way back into this bunker soon enough, and getting a look at it has already offered some insights.]

So much pent up in here, Sam. I'm sure you know. Your brother is the poster boy for repression. He could do with giving into those urges every once in a while.

[She shrugs her shoulders, eyeing Sam idly as he works.] Castiel isn't really my type, but I guess I can see the appeal. Who wouldn't want to debauch an angel?

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[ Dean throws a fit in there - he's not able to do anything, but that doesn't mean he's not pissed as all hell that she's getting mouthy and spilling secrets, things he's buried so deep down that he hasn't even acknowledged them and now she's rambling them off like it's nothing.

Sam keeps working, keeps her occupied, though. That's all he can ask until they can exorcise the bitch.

I don't have any fucking urges, he snarls at her, and tries to shove, to push her back and away from him while Sam keeps working. Come on Sammy, hurry the fuck up.

Sam, on the other hand, barely acknowledges her words. No sense in giving her more ammunition that she doesn't need. ]

Don't make me gag you.

[ because it's tempting. Soon enough, he finds the brand on Dean's skin and can't resist the thin-lipped look he sends her as he thumbs over the fresh burn. It's easy enough to cut it, but he's not sure if that's better than a burn or not.

There's a beat of hesitation, and then he gets up, dragging the knife out of its sheathe to jerk that part of Dean closer and start slicing, careful. ]

Oh, I'd like to make you do a lot of things.

[Abaddon smirks at Sam, even as she feels Dean losing his cool in the passenger seat. It's kind of adorable, in a way that's also really annoying.

She would have thought Hell would have loosened Dean up a little, but apparently not. Sodomy isn't even that much of a sin these days.

Unsurprisingly, Sam finds the brand. Abaddon gives him an innocent look and shrugs, as if it's not her fault that it's there.]

Thanks for giving me a tour of your bunker here. This was fun while it lasted. [She says it all casually, even as Sam works the knife through Dean's flesh.]

I'm sure.

[ Gross.

He wishes he could trap her but short of letting her into himself and figuring something out, there's no way. Better to banish her ass and worry about this later. They'll get Dean a new tattoo, make sure he's okay, and then hunt her down.

Reciting the exorcism is easy as can be, and he wishes, not for the first or probably last time, that he had his powers so he could just snuff her out. Maybe he could do it, maybe not, but it'd be worth it, for her.

The moment she's gone, he's reaching out to Dean, pressing a handkerchief to his skin where the blood soaks through and grips him tight, talking to him in low tones. Are you okay, Jesus, Dean, are you- ]

Get this shit off of me.

[ Dean jangles the chains impatiently, sweat dampening his shirt as he strains and everything starts to hit him, leaving him dry-heaving a moment, snapping a hand to his mouth to stop himself from throwing up all over Sam's shoes like a fucking chick. ]

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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

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FUCKING HELL LMFAO POCKETS!!!!

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