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"Y'know, what is up with the whole biting of the abdominal muscle crap anyway?  I mean, how even do you like, get your jaws to like, open and clamp…?" Stiles asked, trailing off and using his curled fingers to prod at his stomach in lieu of a werewolf's mouth. Derek gave him one of those patented what the fuck Stiles? glares before turning back to the tv screen.  He uselessly pressed buttons on his controller, trying to unpause the game but as Stiles was the one who had paused it in the first place his efforts were a no go.  He sighed, dropping his controller, and Stiles takes a moment to wonder when his life got so strange that it's to

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep.  But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep." Dean had nearly been asleep in the high branches of a non-living tree when Cas's voice roused him.  He lifted his head from the angel's shoulder, not even bothering to fake embarrassment anymore, he'd rather lose his claim to manliness than become separated from his only tie to reality. "Are you quoting poetry at me while I sleep?" he asked, attempting to stretch his limbs without falling from the branches. Cas turned his face to Dean's, his eyes luminous in the everlasting moonlight.  "I have promises to keep,

Sam doesn't tell his parents that he and Gabriel are now dating.  It's not that he thinks they won't accept it, he knows they will because they've never had an issue with Dean and Cas's relationship.  But he does know they wouldn't be so easy going about Sam spending the night at Gabriel's apartment, and he wants that freedom, not only because it means they can mess around without getting caught, but because it's something Sam's always done.  Gabriel is still his best friend, that hasn't changed, it's just evolved into something more. Gabriel doesn't like the plan as much as Sam does though. "It just feels like I'm lying to your parents Sam

Gabriel's bedroom was dark when Sam woke up, but even the lack of light didn't stop the pounding in his skull.  He groaned, and just that small noise made his head hurt more.  He rolled over, searching for Gabriel's warmth, but Gabriel wasn't in his bed.  Sam groaned again, finally peeling his eyes open more than slits. He tried to remember what had happened the night before but everything was either blurry or missing.  He remembered drinking, he remembered bits and pieces of horror movies, and then he remembered Dean tucking him into bed.  He remembered Gabriel coming in and- Fuck. He'd tried to kiss Gabriel.  And Gabriel had stopped him.

On Sam's sixteenth birthday Gabriel gave him a key.  He also gave him a beautiful leather bound copy of the Complete Works of William Shakespeare and a giant bag of sour gummy worms, but it's the key that Sam can't stop thinking about, can't stop slipping his fingers into his pocket to touch, can't wait to use for the first time. It's the spare key to Gabriel's apartment.  He's lived there for two months, and he wanted Sam to have a key sooner, but he decided giving it to him for his birthday would be more special. It's Sam's favorite present by far.  He got some great stuff too, the Shakespeare book from Gabriel, a Barnes & Noble gift card

Sam is not an unhappy person. This, of course, has not always been true, in fact for the first thirty years of his life it was quite the opposite. But now he has a relatively quiet life, relatively quiet in that there were no impending apocalypses and very few monsters out for his blood.  Considering how his life used to be, it's undoubtedly peaceful.  It's damn great when you factor in the house he's a partial owner of, and the archangel he has for a boyfriend.  Boyfriend?  Partner?  Mate?  What is the proper term for an archangel whose grace is molded to your soul? Sam shakes his head and sighs, blinking up at the full moon as he stretch

"No," Sam said for the tenth time. Dean flopped down on his bed, trying to mimic Sam's puppy eyes.  "C'mon Sam, please?" "No."  Eleven. "Dude, what else are we gonna do in this shithole town?" Dean whined. "I was gonna catch some sleep and I assumed you were gonna go to a bar." "Dry county," Dean sneered. Sam made a sympathetic face.  "Ouch.  I'm still not going to the lame-ass county fair with you." Dean pouted.  "Asshole.  I can't go by myself dude, a thirty year old man wandering around by himself at a fair?  Looks all kinds of creepy." Sam turned his attention back to his laptop, already done with the conversation.  "Call Cas," he

~Homework~ "Please?" Dean whined. "No. Do it yourself." "Oh c'mon Sammy, what's the point of having a genius little brother if he won't let me copy his homework?" Sam glared at him. "You should've taken chemistry years ago." "Yeah, well, I didn't. So can I pretty please copy your homework so I won't fail?" Dean pleaded, trying to mimic Sam's puppy eyes. "Let me drive the impala." Dean's jaw dropped. "You're fourteen!" "Then no homework." Dean huffed, but pulled the keys out of his pocket, tossing them to Sam. "You crash her and you're dead. Now give me your damn homework." ~Happy Hunting~ "This is your fault," Sam growled as the we

"Dad's gonna freak," Dean said for the twelfth time as he paced around Sam's living room. "Dean.  Sit down before you wear a hole through my floor," Sam said tiredly.  "And for the last time, he's not going to freak, ok?" he added as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Dean perched on the edge of the leather sofa, his hands twitching with unrest on his thighs.  "Sam, he's never been comfortable with me messing around with guys, you think he's gonna jump for joy when I tell him I'm marrying one?" "Cas hasn't said yes yet." Dean glared at Sam.  "You think that's helpful?" Sam sighed.  "I was trying to take your mind off Dad.  Obviously Cas

~Most Wonderful Time of the Year~ Dean hated Christmas.  Eight years old and he hated what should've been his favorite day of the year. He loved it when he was little.  When his mom was still alive.  She'd bake gingerbread cookies, and sing Christmas carols while decorating their Christmas tree.  They'd settle in on the couch with John to watch Rudolph. Now Dean was lucky if John was even home for Christmas. But Sammy was always there, and Sam loved Christmas, didn't know anything better than motels decorated with stolen red and green decorations, maybe a tree if Dean was crafty.  And Dean did love Sammy. ~Fighting Panic~ "Come on Sammy