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 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.]

[ Fucking hell, he just wants to get up, but Boots is heavy and will throw a fit and if he goes out there, then Sam's going to be waiting and give him an interrogation, too. Or tell him he shouldn't have gone out on his own like he's a goddamn child.

Boots huffs out a breath, and opens one eye, squinting at him, before settling in more heavily. Apparently he's not moving either way. ]

It's - sure, fine. We don't ever need to talk about that. Hell, just pretend like it didn't happen.

[ It's fine, like Dean had spilled some juice in the bunker or something. It's fine, it doesn't matter. ]

[It's completely like Dean to shove something away when he doesn't want anything to do with it, but Castiel isn't willing to let it go this time around.

Mainly because he doesn't understand Dean's rejection of what happened, or why it's so violent. It seems like Abaddon could have done and said much worse things.]

Why? Why should we pretend that it didn't happen?

[If Dean's going to try and cope in that way, then the least he can do is give Castiel some kind of explanation.]

Probably because she started playing kissyface with you.

[ That's one reason, right. That seems the most valid, all things considered.

Plus there's the fact that Cas doesn't seem interested in any of that shit and it's totally different to take him to a cat house and set him loose versus trying to kiss him and expecting it all to be great and no problem at all. Hell. ]

I don't see what's so problematic about that. Kissing is supposed to be a good thing, isn't it?

[It's not as if this was Castiel's first time. Kissing Meg had actually been pleasant, and he didn't even like her as a person as much as he did Dean.

Then there had been Daphne, and while those memories feel distant and indistinct, there's no denying that they had done their fair share of kissing as well, and nothing about it had been bad.

While he's never put much thought to whether or not he'd like to kiss Dean, now that it's happened (even if it had been with Abaddon as a conduit), he finds he's not all that opposed to the idea.

Especially if it is something that Dean himself wants.]

That's not -

[ Ugh, why does he have to explain this. It's not like he can move, though, not with the dragon in his lap, a low rumble sounding from him that's nearly a purr. Christ.

Dean winds his arm around the dragon and strokes between his wings, needing to do something with his hands.

He knows Cas has kissed people before, but this is different. ]

You're not supposed to kiss someone if you don't want to. [ It's a weak explanation, but it works well enough. ]

[Castiel understands that much. The fact that Abaddon took advantage of the situation is obviously a problem, but that doesn't defeat the fact that if Dean had wanted it, that may be something worth addressing.]

The circumstances were wrong, but...

[But what? It seems to Castiel that now that this has been brought up, they can't simply ignore it, or it's going to continue bothering him.

Dean may be willing to bottle it up, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's healthy for him to do so.]

Are you saying you don't want to, then?

[90% of the things that Dean does aren't healthy for him to do, so.

Dean exhales slowly, dragging his hand over his face and feels the dragon let out a little huff in sympathy, nosing against him. Cat's already out of the bag, ain't it? No sense in putting up a bitchfest now. If Cas wants to bolt, then, that's his thing. ]

I'm not saying I didn't want to, I'm saying it's bullshit that's what happened.

[ Ugh. Dean still isn't looking at him. ]

What about you, huh? Gettin' the full human experience, shitty demon kisses and all.

[It's much easier with them not looking at each other, which is a far cry from how they usually are, but Castiel prefers this for now. He remains leaning against the wall, with only Dean's back to study.

It's true that it shouldn't have happened that way, if it was going to happen at all. He can understand Dean's frustration with it.]

Demons taste like sulfur. It's not... particularly pleasant, but the act itself is enjoyable enough.

[Kissing Dean rather than kissing Abaddon in Dean would probably be a much nicer experience, though he's not certain that's ever going to happen at this point.

Nor does he really know how he feels about it. He's never had to examine his own emotions about this until now.]

[ Yeah, he's shoving at Boots after a moment, lips twisted into a scowl as he nudges the dragon away enough to stand up, and shake some feeling back into his legs again. ]

That's not the kinda thing you just do with someone 'cause it feels "enjoyable enough."

[ That's the kind of thing he does with people because it's enjoyable but Cas...he can't imagine Cas taking to women and bars and such like it's the easiest thing. It's different here and Dean's already bad enough for him, he shouldn't make it worse. ]

You don't get it, Cas.

[As soon as Dean stands, Castiel does the same. They really should be moving out of this dungeon, anyway. It's not the kind of place anyone should want to spend an extended period of time in.

He doesn't get it. That's what he's been told about a number of different things since he met Dean, and he isn't able to deny it whenever it comes up.

But he can learn. Boots trots over to him and Castiel bends down to pat him on the head, but he keeps his gaze fixed on Dean.]

Explain it to me, then.

[ The dungeon isn't the place to have these conversations and Dean knows that, but he's not inclined to want to have it at all, so he doesn't exactly bolt out of the dungeon to have it somewhere else.

Still, there's a slice on his stomach where Abaddon had branded him and that hurts like a mother so he needs to get that taken care of. His shirt's in tatters anyway.

With a displeased huff, he strips it off and jams it into the trash as he starts walking, trusting Cas to follow. ]

There ain't much to explain, Cas. Dude, you freaked at the cathouse, which, was hilarious but it's not like you're itchin' to get the full human experience, okay?

That was years ago. That was different.

[Is there a reason that he's so stuck on this subject? Castiel doesn't even know for himself, but this feels like something they can't simply forget about or shove to the side. They've already been doing that for too long.

When Dean removes his shirt, though, it reminds Castiel that there are other problems at hand. The spot where his tattoo and the brand were placed have both been skinned, and so there's plenty of blood covering Dean's front.]

... I can wrap your wounds. [Sam might be the better choice for that, but Castiel feels obligated to do it. It's not that he's responsible for what happened to Dean, yet still, something happened between them.]

[ Dean jerks the doors open wider and Boots zooms out to go eat the food he was halfway through, leaving the two of them alone as Dean heads for the bathroom, holding one of the scraps of his shirt to the injury with a little hiss. ]

Did you want to?

[ The words slip out before he means for them to, but once they're out there he's not taking it back, lingering at the doorway of the bathroom a moment before stepping inside to grab the first aid kit and a washcloth. Wiping away the mess is easy, but his shoulders are still held tense. ]

Fine.

[ It's easier with help, he knows that. Nothing needs stitches but it's easier than juggling all of this. Dean shoves the bandages at him and starts working on disinfectant, hissing. ]

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[Castiel's honestly surprised that Boots held out for that long before rushing off to finish his dinner, but now they're truly alone and maybe that's for the best. Dean can't stall by busying himself with Boots now.

Castiel follows Dean into the bathroom, nodding in response to his question. There would be something cathartic about tending to Dean's wounds. Even if he couldn't stop them from happening in the first place, the least he can do is take care of them now.

He takes the bandages from Dean and then gestures for him to take a seat on the lip of the bathtub as he unwraps the first roll. He's done this a few times by now, to the point that it's becoming routine, though he still misses the days when he could heal Dean with nothing more than a touch.

Back when he'd been useful.]

She's going to try and find this place again, now that she's been brought here.

[ Except that's not what he meant. Dean grits his teeth a moment, irritated that he hadn't specified but he doesn't want to leave it alone, either.

Gingerly, he sits on the edge of the tub and lets Cas get to work, his head tipped back, looking at the ceiling, counting cracks in the old stone. ]

I know she is. This place is warded to high hell, though. She's not gettin' in unless we want her to.

[ Hopefully. They ought to figure out exactly what else they can do to protect the place, though. The less they have to worry about, the better. ]

And for the record, I meant kissing. Not slappin' bandaids on me.

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