36 Destiel?

“We can never be together” kiss

D:

There are white sheets in the linen closet. Dean’s thankful for that in a horrible way. They’re starched neat and ironed. It’s fitting. Obscenely so. Dean clutches them to his chest, but is careful not to squeeze them too tightly and wrinkle them. He walks back towards the main room.

His palms are starting to sweat. He resists the urge to wipe them on the sheets. 

Kelly first, he thinks. It’s easier to look at her. He didn’t know her well, and when he did know her, he thought that she was wrong about everything. He’s not convinced her death has made him more charitable of thought.

Still, she deserves to rest in peace. He drapes her body carefully, batting away the creases against the pristine white. She wasn’t a hunter, but she’s earned their last rites. Dean doesn’t wanna know what will happen to her if any part of her is left for the taking.

Castiel… Cas… is a lot harder. For a long time, he can’t even bring himself to turn around. But the heavy weight behind him is something he can feel physically. It comforts him a little because it’s such a familiar sensation. He turns. Blinks. Casts his eyes down to the polished wood floor. He talks to hear his vice and have something else to focus on.

“Cas… man, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. You know that, right? If it had to be anyone… you don’t wanna hear me say it should’a been me, but it shouldn’t have been you.”

Carefully, tenderly, he begins to slide the sheet up Castiel’s body from the feet. “Was it always gonna come to this? Was this…? Nah, I don’t wanna think about it.”

He accidentally glances up and his eyes fall on Castiel’s face. He looks incongruously calm. He’d only seen Castiel sleep once or twice. He hadn’t looked this calm. “I, uh…” His throat closes. “All this should have been so different, Cas. I wish…” his voice cracks, so he lets it go.

Leans over. Clenches the sheets in his hands tightly, shaking. Presses his lips firmly to Castiel’s. Jerks back and yanks the sheet up with sounds of hurtful rage in his throat.

It’ll never be different.

Not in this lifetime.

“War’s End” kiss XD

“When this is over,” Vanya groans hoarsely, “I sleep forever.”

“No, you won’t,” Ianto answers just as hoarsely, flopping his arm out.

Vanya takes his hand, threading their dirty fingers together. They squelch with wet dirt. It’s disgusting, and so very, very appropriate. “How can you say what I will do?”

With his free hand, Ianto lethargically lifts his hips up, a sucking sound greeting his ears and reminding them that they’re practically buried in mud. He digs into his pocket and slaps his prize onto his chest. “Because it’s over, and you’re still awake.”

Vanya shoots up to a sitting position, pawing at the bag with frozen, trembling fingers. He doesn’t dare reach inside to foul up what he’s pretty fucking sure he’s imagining seeing. “The diamonds?”

Ianto tries to nod but the back of his head has become one with the earthy glue under him. “Money’s buried a few miles away, too.”

Vanya tumbles against him with a resounding splat, kissing him and kissing him and kissing him until all he’s got left is the ability to open his lips against Ianto’s temple. “How? They looked! They saw! There were diamonds in bag!”

With an embarrassing amount of help needed, Ianto pries himself out of the mud to a sitting position. Now that the sun’s out, he’s about to become a clay statue, but it doesn’t matter. He grins. “Yeah, no, I made a pit stop at the craft store on my way to rescue you.”

Vanya’s brow furrows. “Why? Do they sell explosives now?”

“Nah. But they do sell glass beads for bedazzlers.”

Vanya’s eyes go comically wide. “But…” he sputters. “They… they can tell difference, yes?”

Ianto shrugs. “Sure they can, but…” He throws an arm around the stout Russian’s shoulders. “If there’s one thing I can always count on, it’s you shooting at mobsters enough so that they don’t have the time to look too closely while they’re running away.”

Vanya blinks. Then throws his head back and laughs until his sides ache. He wipes caked mud and tears of mirth out of his eyes and Ianto is laughing softly with him. “Those glass things they show Vasily? How much are they worth?”

Ianto leans back on his hands, staring at the sky. “Oh, let’s see. About nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-three dollars, and sixteen cents less than he was expecting.”

Vanya flops back down, heedless of the mud, focused solely on the blue sky above him. “я люблю тебя.”

“I know.”

Can I have 21 with Sabriel? :D

Kiss on a dare

“I dare you.”

“No.”

“Double dare you.”

“No.”

“Double dog dare you.”

“Dean, no!” Sam yells, drawing far more attention to either of them than he wanted to ever. His voice drops to a stage whisper at the same speed his face flushes beet red. “Stop being so fucking childish. I’m not like you: I’ve always been able to resist a dare.”

“Point.” Dean plants a dramatic hand over his chest, not lowering his voice. “I used up all of my accrued vacation to come out to California out of the kindness of my heart-”

“Dean-”

“Kindness of my heart to visit my little brother on his winter break. And instead of showing me the sights like a good tour guide, he shows me around all mopey, like…” he pitches his voice high and annoying, “‘this is where me and Gabriel used to eat lunch. This is where me and Gabriel had a picnic like two squares. This is where me and Gabriel broke up because I was a fucking moron who didn’t have the decency to hold my boyfriend’s hand in public!’“

Sam’s expression pinches in his most classic bitchface. “Dude. That’s kinda mean. I’m not…” his eyes dart around. “I wasn’t really… ready, you know?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, then you shouldn’t have agreed to go with an out and proud guy.” He nods to where Gabriel is sitting on a park bench, hunched over a heavy textbook and oblivious to the world around him. Probably drowning himself in work because breaking up with someone you love for a reason like that is tough.

“It’s not that simple.”

“It was for me once I got my head out of my ass,” Dean retorts sharply. “You in love with that poor bastard?”

Sam hangs his head. “Yeah. Yeah, I really am.”

Dean pokes his little brother soundly on the chest. “Then you need to rip the damn band-aid off. This is California, not Kansas. You love him, then take a leap or you’ll never be happy.” Despite him being a hundred feet taller than Dean, he’s still able to get right in the guy’s face, and say in a clipped tone, “I. Fucking. Dare. You.”

Sam first looks like he’s about to cry, then scream. His bitchface screws up, and he lets out a noise of raise. “Fine!”

He stomps away unerringly to the bench. Gabriel’s head shoots up, and his shoulders stiffen in surprise. 

Sam slaps the textbook out of his hands and then climbs straight into the guy’s lap, hands on either side of his head, kissing him with all the pent up rage left inside him. He jerks back after a long minute, and screams to Dean, to Gabriel, to the sky in general, “are you happy now?!”

“Yeah,” Gabriel gasps breathlessly. “More than ever before.”

ladyamesindy:

So, my yarn incentive for @jupiterjames grew … and grew … and grew.  It now also includes a yarn winder and swift.  I think I’m going to need to save a few pennies to mail this! 😛 

JJ, what do you think?  Should I try to fit more in???  😉 . (BTW, I hope you like reds – it’s not all red, but there’s a lot of it!)

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! This is amazing! I love red, it’s my favorite! And if you need help shipping, please let me know! I say stuff that puppy until it bursts! :D:D:D:D