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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[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. ]

[Castiel may not be able to sense much these days, but that's not the case for Boots. Dragons are tuned into things in much the same way as angels, it seems. Right in the middle of eating his dinner, Boots perks up, wings raising slightly as he responds to something.

Then the next thing Castiel knows, the dragon's tearing down the hall. It's not at all like Boots to abandon a meal half-finished, so clearly something's happened.

It's difficult not to let some amount of panic overtake him as they make their way down to the dungeon where Abaddon and Dean had been chained up. What if it all went horribly wrong, and Castiel wasn't even there to help?

But Boots bounds through the door and barrels right into Dean, shoving his face against his chest. When Castiel follows and is greeted with that image, he lets out a breath, instantly relieved.

He moves over to Sam and claps a hand on his shoulder.] You did well. [As for Dean, Castiel will give him a moment or two to fight off Boots before saying anything.]

Ah, dude, hang on -

[ NOPE, chest full of anxious dragon right in his face. Dean huffs and gropes out for him, stroking a hand over his head with a roll of his eyes. Jesus, fucking dragon.

After a few moments of mumbling I'm fine, dude, relax, I'm fine, aren't you supposed to be ea- Jesus, you're heavy, Boots finally decides that's enough and drapes himself over Dean's lap instead, face buried in his armpit. It's a test to see how much of the man he can cover with his body.

And wow, surprise surprise, while Sam's talking to Cas quietly, Dean's avoiding even looking at him. ]

Yeah, thanks, Sammy.

[ Sam glances over, and hesitates. What if he just left them to talk? It doesn't seem like a great idea, knowing Dean, but it can't hurt that much.

He turns to Cas for the moment, squeezing his shoulder, and says he's going to go fix something up for Dean to eat, and then they're alone.

Dean could win the gold medal of avoiding eye contact, if he wanted, right now. ]

Well, that was-- shitty, let's never do that again. C'mon, you're getting fat, get up, Boots.

[Boots does a good job of expressing all of the relief that Castiel and Sam have a more difficult time putting into words. Not that it's unusual for one of them to end up in danger, but Abaddon is not to be underestimated. She'll no doubt be after them again, before long.

Once Boots has calmed down and Sam has taken his leave, Castiel moves over to take a seat next to Dean and the dragon. The closeness could lead to more awkward moments, but if they're sitting next to each other eye contact can actually be brought to a minimum. They're looking in the same direction, after all, and Castiel's also able to focus on Boots instead, running his hand over his scaled back.

It requires moving into Dean's personal space slightly, but Castiel doesn't consider that.]

He's a dragon, he's bound to be heavy.

[And it still surprises him that he's not larger.]

Have you learned your lesson to not head out on your own next time? Something that seems small and unimportant can very easily become the opposite.

Yeah, well, he can be heavy some other place that ain't my lap.

[ Except he's not pushing the dragon aside, he's wrapping an arm around his neck, stroking a hand over his head idly. It still is a little weird, having a dragon as a pet, but at this point this is the least weird shit that's happened to him in a while.

Of course, Cas doesn't stay on his side- he comes over, settles in and Dean goes stiff, tense. ]

Excuse you, I'm not a fucking kid, I can go out without parental supervision.

[ Angry is easier, angry is safer. It means they don't have to talk about the shit Abaddon said. ]

[Much as Dean might complain about their pet, he isn't shoving Boots off of him, which means that in the end it's all talk. He can keep that up as long as he likes, and it's never going to be any more convincing.

Castiel feels Dean tense next to him and glances over, frowning for a moment. There's no need for him to get so upset, but it's no surprise that he'd on edge after being possessed. Along with everything else.]

Apparently not.

[He leans in to look at the bloodstains on Dean's shirt, the ripped apart place where the tattoo had been removed.]

The next time you leave this place, it should be to get a new one. [It won't be safe out there otherwise.]

[ He braces, waiting for Cas to finally call him out on it - to let him know how fucked up all of this is, so he can just blame it on Abaddon, but he doesn't.

Dean scratches behind Boots' jaw, where the scales turn less hard and more soft and snakelike, grimacing as he shoves his nose into Dean's armpit and exhales hot air. Easy, he mumbles, and shifts so it's a little less uncomfortable. ]

No, I was just gonna walk around with a big get inside me, it's a fucking free for all tattooed there instead.

[Castiel rolls his eyes and leans back until he's against the wall, frustrated the Dean's taking this all out on him. It's not his fault that Dean got possessed (as much as it feels like it is), and it's not his fault that Abaddon said all those things.

As he sits there, he studies the line of Dean's shoulders, the tenseness of his back, and he wonders if there's anything he can say that won't get a rough response. He can't ignore it, not when he still has a clear memory of the way Dean's lips had felt against his own.]

If there was any truth to her words... it's fine. You should know that.

[Castiel is hardly one to be bothered by that kind of thing, and the bigotry he's seen among humans is distasteful to him. Dean doesn't need to be so concerned about it.]

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