671. There Are Different Types of Love....
(Taken shamelessly from mememaker's 126. I can love you in so many different ways. Because I looooove mememaker and this was one of my favorite memes.)
This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!
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This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!
- Post your characters and include preferences (if any!)
- Others reply.
- Go to RNG and enter numbers 1-3 ( Read more... )
He considers it a great accomplishment that he's been able to get Dean here now, even if it'd only been through a slight manipulation of the truth that he'd managed it; insisting that it's the rest of the camp that needs a break and that if Dean doesn't want his people falling over in the middle of a fight he's gonna have to let them have some R&R. Cas knows Dean's own health always takes a backseat, but he'd been banking on him showing a little more regard for the health of the people he's trying so hard to protect.
He knows he only has a brief window of time in which to convince Dean to stay put, and so he's bringing out the big guns: that expensive whiskey he'd found on one of the supply runs? Check. A stash of pot that would make Cheech and Chong jealous? Check. Bitch and moan all you want, Dean, you're not going anywhere tonight.]
I'm not going to have to tie you down to keep you here, am I?
[Because he will. No, really, he has stuff for that. Comes with the love guru territory.]
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Still...he knew Castiel was right, as he tended to be when he was coherent enough to stand up for a point. The little inebriated angel on his shoulder, Dean knew he'd have gotten himself killed a long time ago if it wasn't for Cas.
So people could relax for the day, build their strength up so they weren't a danger to themselves. That didn't mean Dean had to take the day off, there was still shit that could be done.]
Still don't know what the hell you want? Everybody's on shore leave, I have attacks to plan. You have fun though.
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What part of 'taking a break is good for people' did you not get? That includes you, Dean.
[Cas considers himself lucky that he's one of the few people at the camp who can get away with insubordination without the threat of being decked in the face. ...Or without much threat of being decked in the face. Whatever, point is, he knows Dean needs a break, and he knows Dean knows he needs a break.]
It's not going to kill you to rest for a day. Half a day, come on.
[He's already pulling out two tumblers from his cupboard; he isn't taking no for an answer.]
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[But dammit Cas did always manage to hoard nice whiskey, the sneaky bastard. Dean shifted awkwardly on his feet before finally stepping further into the cabin]
Okay look [He holds up his index finger as he sits down on the piece of shit couch] One drink, as a break, then I'm back to work.
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Oh, well, my mistake then. Carry on.
[It's no accident, he hoards it for just such an occasion. He's not above using dubious methods to keep Dean safe, and if that means planning ahead and hoarding something he doesn't even particularly care for, well, so be it.
He gives Dean a look and then nods as if accepting his terms. He'll let Dean think he's won, for now.]
Yeah, yeah.
[Hey, don't knock the couch! It's a great couch, it just happens to be kind of a piece of shit. Cas drops the glasses onto the table with the whiskey and sinks down into said couch with a sigh. Leaning forward, he cracks the seal on the bottle and fills both of their tumblers with a rather large amount of liquor before passing one to Dean.]
Bottoms up.
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He glances over at Dean, taking in the tense line of his shoulders, the way his eyebrows are still drawn together in that ever-present frown... It's only convincing him of how necessary this is, even if getting Dean to take a break is like pulling teeth. Out of a bear. An exceptionally surly bear with its foot caught in a trap. He sighs and leans back against the couch, shoulder bumping into Dean's as he sinks into the cushion.]
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So it's everybody's first day off in weeks and you wanna waste it getting drunk with me?
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[He takes another drink and relaxes into the couch, shoulder bumping against Dean's. He keeps it there.]
Besides, you're good company even if you are kind of a grouch.
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That may be true among the men of the camp. I consider myself lucky enough to know better.
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I dunno if I'd go quite that far... Though I guess some people just don't consider 'drop and give me fifty' to be particularly charming, Sarge.
[He's only teasing, of course, he doubts that Dean would ever interrupt any of his... activities to go all Full Metal Jacket on anyone. He knocks back the rest of his drink and finds, to his surprise (and delight!) that it's already starting to work its way through his body. God bless the good stuff... He holds his glass out to Dean, not wanting to fall too far behind even though he always has a bit of a head start with these things.]
Top me off?
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[He immediately grabbed Cas's drink and filled it up just as much as his. He honestly would drink the whole bottle by himself, usually the fanciest whiskey he got was Maker's Mart. Still, Cas was being really nice...for some reason]
You sure you don't need anything Cas? Inviting me over, breaking out the good stuff. No alterior motives?
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Eh. Different strokes. Thanks.
[He grabs his glass back and takes another drink before arranging himself on the couch, pointedly leaning on Dean just a bit.]
You misunderstand me, Dean. This is more like a hostage situation.
[Maybe he has some ulterior motives... But he's not gonna mention those right now. He has a feeling they'll expose themselves after he's had a bit more to drink. Or smoke, but first things first, they haven't even gotten there yet.]
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Is it? What the hell brought that on?
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