sammyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ahve u seen outside its like a higshcool prom committee baefed all over evyethng cant even play any dcetn fucking msuci i have glitetr in my NOSE and thehre are no chicks to pick ip and the dirnks suck but im drinkgin em anfyway WORST VALENTIENS DAY EVERRRRRR
[ No matter what point in time he comes from, Castiel will always be a part of their team, a part of their family.
The past couple weeks spent here is proof enough that it's important to stick with the people you know and care about, and Sam can understand being a little behind in the timeline. He's still trying to rectify being a year behind Dean. What else has he missed?
Anyway. ]
Yeah sure
Is this about where you've been the past few days without telling us?
The deaths were gruesome. The creature unstoppable.
Not all who die here come back. There's a chance you disappear. I can't take that chance with either of you. You know neither of you could bear losing the other. Your co-dependency is one of the few constants of your lives.
[ Is he going to mention what it would do to him if either of them died? No... but it can be inferred perhaps, by the fact that other people dying prompted him to bring this up. ]
Hey, you know the same thing applies to you too, right?
I know we're from a different time and you've been here longer so you probably know the lay of the land a little better than we do
But we still worry when you go off on your own like that without warning
[ Sam's not blaming Castiel, of course; he gets it. He really does. But maybe now's a good time to establish some kind of a system that lets everyone else know when someone's going to be gone for a couple days.
This kind of thing reminds him a little too much of when his dad used to disappear for days on end on one of his 'hunting trips'. Hell, it's the thing that started this long journey. ]
[ He's right, of course, and Castiel knows it. He's... not used to being tethered. But he also knows that for Sam and Dean - the latter especially - his tendency to leave and come back on his own terms and without warning tends to be a burden. ]
I'm still getting used to the limitations this dimension places on me. I cannot fly farther than the light reaches, and follow a prayer only to familiar locations. My ability to reach the both of you anytime and anywhere is... not reliable anymore.
( birthdays have never really been a thing for the winchesters, even after they moved into the bunker and found some semblance of normalcy amid their decidedly not normal lives. sam's birthday in particular also happens to be the anniversary of their mom's death, so it's always been kind of ... bittersweet. john especially never wanted to celebrate when they were kids, if he even acknowledged it. sam may have been john's favorite (something dean's been contending with his whole life), but mary was the love of his life. he usually found something more important to do around the day, which always left it up to dean to make it up to sam (to ease that guilt in his eyes, that responsibility he felt for their mother's death at even such a young age that's only eased now that they have their mom back; of course dean still sees it sometimes, behind the puppy dog eyes, because if the winchesters are good at anything, it's holding onto blame for things out of their control).
it's never been cake and presents; mostly, it's been dean letting sam pick the music or letting him drive or having movie night and letting him pick the movies or, lord help him, taking him to a fucking applebee's that one time.
so despite where they happen to be at the moment, where they've been stuck for the past few months, the least dean can do is make sam a decent breakfast — at least, as decent as it gets around here with limited supplies. it's not a celebration, exactly, but after all the shit they've been through recently, dean figures sam could use a little pick-me-up. he's got a couple surprises, too (he wasn't about to pass up a chance to get sam something embarrassing when the night market rolled in), but those can wait.
sam's up before dean, which isn't all that surprising, and he's already got a pot of coffee brewed (thank god), so on his way to pour himself a cup, dean ambles up to his brother sitting at the table and groggily drapes an arm around the front of sam's shoulders, pressing his cheek against sam's head.
Lookin' good there, Sammy. ( he says by way of greeting, patting sam's shoulder and then moving on. the past month has been rough on him physically (not to mention psychologically after what those fucking spirits did to him), so it's something of a relief to see that he's almost looking like himself again, which is only mildly exhausted rather than like total shit. but before sam tries to say anything about dean's spontaneous display of affection, he changes the subject, leaning against the kitchen counter with his now-poured coffee. ) How you want your eggs, birthday boy?
( not that he doesn't already know how sam likes his eggs, it's just to deflect from having to talk about anything else. )
[ With everything happening in Beacon, the far-too-colourful nightmares and the mental and physical scars he's sure won't be leaving him any time soon (and remind him a little too vividly of his own time in the pit), the last thing he could even allow his mind to consider was his birthday. Birthdays. Do they even matter down here? Do they matter now that they're here?
Honestly, Sam's not too sure. They were never really an occasion to celebrate, no more than a passing 'happy birthday' or the smallest of gestures out of the ordinary (all of which Sam's got bittersweet feelings about). But the fact that his brother remembered — well, sure, Sam's a hell of a lot more gushy than his older brother, but that doesn't mean he's got a healthy way of expression his emotions a lot of the time either. He settles for an apologetic smile — soft, and sets his mug down.
Yeah. Winchesters might not make a huge deal out of birthdays, but the sentiment feels vital especially in a place that constantly tries to find ways to remind them that they're dead. If it was Dean's birthday, Sam would be doing the same thing.
( dean likes to tell himself he doesn't think about hell anymore, but that would be a bold-faced lie — or, at least, it would be a lie here, since beacon seems designed to dredge up the worst of their respective pasts. all the things he thought he'd moved on from seem to keep finding ways of poking their nasty little heads out of the graves he dug for them. he imagines it's much the same for sam, which is why he's not surprised sam forgot his own birthday.
to be honest, even under normal circumstances, dean's usually the one who remembers, anyway. it's part of his job.
he grins a little behind his mug as he takes a sip of coffee. )
How 'bout sunny side up? When's the last time someone made you a happy plate, huh? We've got bacon.
( he's mostly joking, because the last time was probably when sam was like, ten. but this is just who dean is as a person. and maybe this helps him ignore how old they're getting. he never did think either of them would make it this long. )
[ Sam kind of swore off meat after one too many bloody kills; and besides, it was healthier to keep a mostly vegetarian diet. (#KaleIsLife) Not that his admonishment has any bite to it, of course, because if Dean did serve up a plate of eggs and bacon (like old times), he's pretty sure he'd just scarf the whole plate down. Physical and mental healing takes a lot of energy, and a lot of food when you decide to swear off the other two necessary aspects keeping you present and 'existing' in this world. ]
But actually, eggs do sound really good right about now.
( dean, of course, ignores sam's insistence that he's sworn off bacon (he's heard it a thousand times anyway), mostly because he knows it's half-hearted and because dean is in charge of breakfast and what he makes goes.
he takes another sip of coffee, turning to get a pan ready on the stove. )
Uh huh. Well, looks like we're fresh out of birthday kale, Sammy, so you're getting the next best thing.
( he throws some butter into the pan and lets it melt a little before cracking two eggs into it and tossing a couple slices of bacon in for extra flavor. it doesn't take long for everything to fry (god bless cast iron), so it's only a couple minutes before he's serving sam a smiley face on a plate like when they were kids (only, this time, nothing's burnt like when they were kids). he pats sam's shoulder again. )
Eat up, champ. I'll be right back. I got a surprise for you.
[ There's a gentle eye-roll at the kale comment, even if he has to admit that he kind of misses the taste of it. Or salads. Or just ... anything green. Beacon isn't exactly rife with the kind of vegetation that won't somehow kill them eventually, so his diet's been lacking.
The sound and smell of eggs and bacon is enticing, filling the cabin with warm smells and memories of when Dean used to be in charge of making his meals and Sam only wanted stupid shit like cereal or McDonalds. Sometimes there would be fights over what he could and couldn't eat, but most of the time Sam knows Dean was only doing his best — and at twelve, sometimes that meant overcooked beans and burnt toast.
The plate placed in front of him quirks a smile on his lips, and he picks up his fork to dig in before Dean makes a comment about a surprise. ]
You know I don't like surprises — [ He starts to say, raising his voice when Dean disappears into his room, but he'll stay here anyway, too hungry and too tired to move from his seat.
And now he's got a mix of anticipation and anxiety for whatever Dean's got up his sleeve added to everything else he's feeling now. Can't be bad though, right? It's his birthday, after all ... ]
( oh, it's definitely bad, but in, like, a hilarious kind of way. also, despite how much dean loves making fun of his little brother, he wouldn't go all out without getting him a real present, too, to make up for being an asshole with the biggest joke gift of their nebulous afterlife.
when he returns to the kitchen, he's got something under each of his arms — one significantly larger than the other. )
Alright, Sammy, here you go. You ain't gotta thank me.
( he's already trying to suppress a laugh as he straightens a cardboard cutout of celine dion (bathed in the warm glow of lantern light) next to the kitchen table, eagerly awaiting sam's reaction. )
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Date: 2020-02-15 01:24 am (UTC)ahve u seen outside its like a higshcool prom committee baefed all over evyethng
cant even play any dcetn fucking msuci
i have glitetr in my NOSE
and thehre are no chicks to pick ip
and the dirnks suck but im drinkgin em anfyway
WORST VALENTIENS DAY EVERRRRRR
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Date: 2020-02-15 04:53 am (UTC)Where the hell are you?
I thought you were grabbing supplies
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Date: 2020-02-15 04:58 am (UTC)didi isay that
im at the invincbele whre else whould i be getting durnk
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Date: 2020-02-15 05:09 am (UTC)Never mind
How much exactly did you have to drink?
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Date: 2020-02-15 05:25 am (UTC)good wuestion
sotpped coutnign after
( give him a second. math is hard. )
five
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Date: 2020-02-15 05:34 am (UTC)[ Can you see his unimpressed expression, Dean? Can you? ]
You planning on stopping there or ...?
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Date: 2020-02-15 05:49 am (UTC)nnnno¿?????
dont be suxh a buzkill sammy
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Date: 2020-02-15 06:01 am (UTC)Hey man I'm not being anything
You know Valentine's Day has always been more your thing than mine
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Date: 2020-02-16 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-16 03:28 am (UTC)Hey Cas
You're welcome
We're not much of the decorating type but it felt right
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Date: 2020-02-16 03:32 am (UTC)[ That's 'Castiel-speak', He's genuinely touched. The gesture makes him feel included. Accepted, despite not being 'their' Castiel. ]
As you're awake, I have an important matter to discuss.
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Date: 2020-02-16 04:37 am (UTC)[ No matter what point in time he comes from, Castiel will always be a part of their team, a part of their family.
The past couple weeks spent here is proof enough that it's important to stick with the people you know and care about, and Sam can understand being a little behind in the timeline. He's still trying to rectify being a year behind Dean. What else has he missed?
Anyway. ]
Yeah sure
Is this about where you've been the past few days without telling us?
Kind of had us worried there, Cas
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Date: 2020-02-16 04:41 am (UTC)It was a well-planned out mission. A large group splitting up to cover more ground. Capable, powerful people.
I survived. Not everyone did.
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Date: 2020-02-16 04:45 am (UTC)Not all who die here come back. There's a chance you disappear. I can't take that chance with either of you. You know neither of you could bear losing the other. Your co-dependency is one of the few constants of your lives.
[ Is he going to mention what it would do to him if either of them died? No... but it can be inferred perhaps, by the fact that other people dying prompted him to bring this up. ]
3/3
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Date: 2020-02-16 06:25 am (UTC)I know we're from a different time and you've been here longer so you probably know the lay of the land a little better than we do
But we still worry when you go off on your own like that without warning
[ Sam's not blaming Castiel, of course; he gets it. He really does. But maybe now's a good time to establish some kind of a system that lets everyone else know when someone's going to be gone for a couple days.
This kind of thing reminds him a little too much of when his dad used to disappear for days on end on one of his 'hunting trips'. Hell, it's the thing that started this long journey. ]
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Date: 2020-02-16 06:33 am (UTC)[ He's right, of course, and Castiel knows it. He's... not used to being tethered. But he also knows that for Sam and Dean - the latter especially - his tendency to leave and come back on his own terms and without warning tends to be a burden. ]
I'm still getting used to the limitations this dimension places on me. I cannot fly farther than the light reaches, and follow a prayer only to familiar locations. My ability to reach the both of you anytime and anywhere is... not reliable anymore.
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Date: 2020-02-16 06:38 am (UTC)This place doesn't feel right
And it's not just the endless darkness either
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Date: 2020-05-02 05:53 pm (UTC)it's never been cake and presents; mostly, it's been dean letting sam pick the music or letting him drive or having movie night and letting him pick the movies or, lord help him, taking him to a fucking applebee's that one time.
so despite where they happen to be at the moment, where they've been stuck for the past few months, the least dean can do is make sam a decent breakfast — at least, as decent as it gets around here with limited supplies. it's not a celebration, exactly, but after all the shit they've been through recently, dean figures sam could use a little pick-me-up. he's got a couple surprises, too (he wasn't about to pass up a chance to get sam something embarrassing when the night market rolled in), but those can wait.
sam's up before dean, which isn't all that surprising, and he's already got a pot of coffee brewed (thank god), so on his way to pour himself a cup, dean ambles up to his brother sitting at the table and groggily drapes an arm around the front of sam's shoulders, pressing his cheek against sam's head.
Lookin' good there, Sammy. ( he says by way of greeting, patting sam's shoulder and then moving on. the past month has been rough on him physically (not to mention psychologically after what those fucking spirits did to him), so it's something of a relief to see that he's almost looking like himself again, which is only mildly exhausted rather than like total shit. but before sam tries to say anything about dean's spontaneous display of affection, he changes the subject, leaning against the kitchen counter with his now-poured coffee. ) How you want your eggs, birthday boy?
( not that he doesn't already know how sam likes his eggs, it's just to deflect from having to talk about anything else. )
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Date: 2020-05-02 10:10 pm (UTC)Honestly, Sam's not too sure. They were never really an occasion to celebrate, no more than a passing 'happy birthday' or the smallest of gestures out of the ordinary (all of which Sam's got bittersweet feelings about). But the fact that his brother remembered — well, sure, Sam's a hell of a lot more gushy than his older brother, but that doesn't mean he's got a healthy way of expression his emotions a lot of the time either. He settles for an apologetic smile — soft, and sets his mug down.
Yeah. Winchesters might not make a huge deal out of birthdays, but the sentiment feels vital especially in a place that constantly tries to find ways to remind them that they're dead. If it was Dean's birthday, Sam would be doing the same thing.
Still — ]
You know, I actually forgot.
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Date: 2020-05-03 04:37 am (UTC)to be honest, even under normal circumstances, dean's usually the one who remembers, anyway. it's part of his job.
he grins a little behind his mug as he takes a sip of coffee. )
How 'bout sunny side up? When's the last time someone made you a happy plate, huh? We've got bacon.
( he's mostly joking, because the last time was probably when sam was like, ten. but this is just who dean is as a person. and maybe this helps him ignore how old they're getting. he never did think either of them would make it this long. )
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Date: 2020-05-03 10:30 pm (UTC)[ Sam kind of swore off meat after one too many bloody kills; and besides, it was healthier to keep a mostly vegetarian diet. (#KaleIsLife) Not that his admonishment has any bite to it, of course, because if Dean did serve up a plate of eggs and bacon (like old times), he's pretty sure he'd just scarf the whole plate down. Physical and mental healing takes a lot of energy, and a lot of food when you decide to swear off the other two necessary aspects keeping you present and 'existing' in this world. ]
But actually, eggs do sound really good right about now.
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Date: 2020-05-09 07:48 pm (UTC)he takes another sip of coffee, turning to get a pan ready on the stove. )
Uh huh. Well, looks like we're fresh out of birthday kale, Sammy, so you're getting the next best thing.
( he throws some butter into the pan and lets it melt a little before cracking two eggs into it and tossing a couple slices of bacon in for extra flavor. it doesn't take long for everything to fry (god bless cast iron), so it's only a couple minutes before he's serving sam a smiley face on a plate like when they were kids (only, this time, nothing's burnt like when they were kids). he pats sam's shoulder again. )
Eat up, champ. I'll be right back. I got a surprise for you.
( brb he's gotta go get ur bday presents )
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Date: 2020-05-24 03:09 am (UTC)The sound and smell of eggs and bacon is enticing, filling the cabin with warm smells and memories of when Dean used to be in charge of making his meals and Sam only wanted stupid shit like cereal or McDonalds. Sometimes there would be fights over what he could and couldn't eat, but most of the time Sam knows Dean was only doing his best — and at twelve, sometimes that meant overcooked beans and burnt toast.
The plate placed in front of him quirks a smile on his lips, and he picks up his fork to dig in before Dean makes a comment about a surprise. ]
You know I don't like surprises — [ He starts to say, raising his voice when Dean disappears into his room, but he'll stay here anyway, too hungry and too tired to move from his seat.
And now he's got a mix of anticipation and anxiety for whatever Dean's got up his sleeve added to everything else he's feeling now. Can't be bad though, right? It's his birthday, after all ... ]
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Date: 2020-05-30 05:29 am (UTC)when he returns to the kitchen, he's got something under each of his arms — one significantly larger than the other. )
Alright, Sammy, here you go. You ain't gotta thank me.
( he's already trying to suppress a laugh as he straightens a cardboard cutout of celine dion (bathed in the warm glow of lantern light) next to the kitchen table, eagerly awaiting sam's reaction. )
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