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adventdrabblesTitle: There Are Plans and Then There are Plans
Fandom: Supernatural, Wayward Sisters
Pairing/Characters: Donna/Jody
Rating/Warnings: T
Prompt: snow-covered pines
Summary: Getting away for a weekend, just the two of them, had been one thing. Taking the girls with them to Kansas felt like a much bigger deal.
“Do you really think we can manage it?” Jody asked as she paced her kitchen, phone to her ear. “Leaving the girls for a weekend was one thing, but all of us leaving kind of feels like deserting ship.”
“How did your deputies manage,” Donna asked, “back when you had no idea what went bump in the night and you took a vacation?”
“They did fine,” Jody admitted. She stopped by the sink and propped her elbows on the counter, looking outside at the snow-covered pines. “They’re all good cops.”
“And when Sioux Falls went all Night of the Living Dead?” Donna pressed. “Did they step up?”
“Well, yeah,” Jody said. “But Sam and Dean were here. Bobby was here.”
“They’ve stepped up once, they can do it again,” Donna said. “If it’s going to stress you out this badly, maybe we can convince the guys to do Christmas at your place. But if we do that, then you need to tell them it’s because we’re all on call. Including them.”
“They’re always on call,” Jody said. A cardinal landed on a branch, knocking some of the snow off and creating a domino effect for the branches below. She sighed. “I get what you mean, though.”
“We all need a break. Claire especially. Alex even managed to get the time off.”
“I think she may have hacked the scheduling system,” Jody admitted with a laugh.
“Long as she uses her powers for good.”
Jody grinned.
“So are we good?” Donna asked.
“Yeah, we can head out for the bunker soon as Alex gets home from work on the twenty-third.”
“And maybe, y’know, ask about whether there’s any kind of, like, silencing spells we could use?”
“And why oh why would we need a silencing spell?” Jody felt warmth pool in her belly.
“Y’know, just in case.”
Donna’s shit-eating grin was practically audible. Oh yeah, she definitely had something up her sleeve. There were plans and then there were plans, and it sounded like Donna had plans for this little getaway.
“I think you should totally ask Dean about that,” Jody said.
“Now wait a minute…” Donna sputtered.
“What was that? Crxlzxl. You’re breaking up.” Jody thumbed the button to disconnect. Then she pulled up her texts and sent an emoji with a halo on it.
The one she got in response gave her the finger.
Yup, she definitely had plans.
Title: Meeting the Folks
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Castiel
Rating/Warnings: T
Prompt: teddy bear holding an ornament
Summary: Eileen didn’t usually get nervous about meeting new people. She wasn’t sure why this was different.
Eileen wasn’t sure why she felt nervous about meeting these new people that were coming down for Christmas. Sure, they were hunters, but from what Sam had told her, they weren’t the shoot-first-ask-later types just because someone used to be dead. Most of them were practically kids, for that matter.
Maybe it was the fact most of them had known Sam long before Eileen had met him. Even though she’d met his true family already, this felt kind of like meeting the parents.
“Are you sure they’ll like these?” she asked. She held up the stuffed bear that was clasping a red star ornament. The others in the bag included a tiger, a mouse, a cat, and a dog.
“The sales clerk assured me that they would be the perfect stocking stuffers for young adults,” Castiel replied, his fingers moving at an even pace clearly meant to calm her down. “I believe that the sheriffs will find them endearing as well.
“Then what are you giving them?” she asked.
“I decided to be practical,” the angel replied. “But since that means everyone, well almost everyone, is getting a variation on the same thing, I can’t say what it is.”
Oh shit. That meant he must’ve gotten her something too. Or was he worried she’d tell Sam? Either way, she should figure out what to get him. What the hell did you give an angel for Christmas?
Motion to her left caught her eye, and Eileen spotted Sam coming into the room.
“That’s cute,” he said. “For the girls?”
“Yeah. Do you think they’ll like them?”
“Of course they will.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then stepped back to continue. “And even if they think it’s silly or whatever, they’ll be pleased that you thought of them, despite not knowing them.”
“That is a good point,” Castiel said. “Would you not feel the same way about a gift any of them chose to give you?”
Oh.
“Thank you,” she said. “That’s a good point.”
“And they’re going to love you,” Sam said, “no matter if you gave them anything or not.”
“I think you might be a little biased,” she replied, “but thanks.”
Sam lowered his face to hers, and just before she closed her eyes, Eileen saw Cas duck out of the room with an oddly sad smile. She quickly forgot that, however, as Sam pulled her into his arms and she very thoroughly kissed him.
Title: The Choices We Make
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Castiel, implied Castiel/Dean
Rating/Warnings: spoilers through SPN 15x07
Prompt: white cat in the snow
Summary: Castiel takes a moment to reflect on the choices he has made as well as those others have made, and is presented with a new one to consider.
Castiel was happy for Sam and Eileen. With everything they had going on, if the two of them managed to find some space for happiness, then he was glad of it. Even if the only reason they had the space for it was that Chuck thought it made for a better story, he’d take it. He staunchly refused to examine the reasons that happiness held a bittersweet tinge.
However, absenting himself from the library left him somewhat at loose ends. He had already wrapped the gifts he’d obtained for everyone. He’d been truthful when he’d told Eileen they were all, or mostly all, the same. That had made the wrapping process simpler, for certain. Like fishing, the activity did have something of a meditative quality to it.
Exiting through the garage, Castiel decided that a walk would be one way to spend the time. Snow was fresh on the ground, creating a particularly beautiful setting. Like Eileen, he was somewhat nervous about the arrival of Jody and the others, but for entirely different reasons. He was not particularly concerned with how those he had not met would react to him. On the contrary, he was concerned about the one he knew all too well.
Claire.
From what he’d been able to gather from Dean, Sam, and Claire’s incredibly vague texts, she had met someone, fallen in love, and lost that person, all in the span of a few days. He should have been there for her. Hell, he should have been part of that rescue mission, but no one, not even Claire, had thought to contact him. He tamped down the series of “what ifs” that followed that thought. If he ever suggested such a thing to Claire, she would take it as one more reason she was to blame. She was much like Dean in that way, though neither of them would likely appreciate the comparison.
As he took a corner around a stand of trees, a nearly pure-white housecat startled and stared up at him, its green eyes wide. To a human’s eye, Castiel was almost certain the eyes would be all that was clearly visible against the snowy backdrop. He squatted down and stretched a hand out to it.
“It’s all right,” he said softly. “I won’t hurt you.”
Animals rarely feared him, but with his grace fading, he wondered if that effect would similarly dissipate. The cat certainly seemed dubious about him, though eventually it edged closer. That’s when Castiel noticed its limp.
“What happened to your paw?” he asked. He kept his hand outstretched.
Slowly, the cat continued to approach, then lifted up its paw, which left a bloody tinge in the snow below it. It wasn’t a serious wound. Likely the cat had caught one of its pads on something sharp. He sensed no infection. It would take only the smallest scrap of grace to heal it.
He hesitated, though. What if Dean or Sam was injured on a hunt, and Cas had not quite enough grace to heal them? Could he look Dean in the eye and say the reason he couldn’t save his brother was that he’d healed an injured cat? Could he live with himself if this was the reason he couldn’t save Dean?
The cat made a small questioning noise.
“It’s not your fault God’s an ass,” Castiel said with a sigh. He let a tiny bit of grace flow into the injured paw, healing up the wound and incidentally a little unrelated arthritis that had started to develop in a rear leg. “And you’re right. We are the choices we make, and I do not want to be the angel who would leave an innocent injured animal unaided.”
The cat pulled its paw back and meowed its thanks before turning and bounding off into the woods.
Castiel stood and resumed his walk. Perhaps he would find that he had too little grace at some critical point in the future. Or perhaps he would not even be present to help Dean, or Sam, or Claire. For today, he’d been present to help, and he had. It felt right. And if Claire needed someone to talk to, he would be there for her, both when she arrived at the bunker and just generally. He didn’t require grace to do that.
Dean was another story entirely. He was completely engrossed in the attempt to get Castiel out of his deal with the Empty. He was clearly furious that the deal had been made, but he was holding to his promise not to take it out on Castiel, at least. For now, that would have to be enough.
Fandom: Supernatural, Wayward Sisters
Pairing/Characters: Donna/Jody
Rating/Warnings: T
Prompt: snow-covered pines
Summary: Getting away for a weekend, just the two of them, had been one thing. Taking the girls with them to Kansas felt like a much bigger deal.
“Do you really think we can manage it?” Jody asked as she paced her kitchen, phone to her ear. “Leaving the girls for a weekend was one thing, but all of us leaving kind of feels like deserting ship.”
“How did your deputies manage,” Donna asked, “back when you had no idea what went bump in the night and you took a vacation?”
“They did fine,” Jody admitted. She stopped by the sink and propped her elbows on the counter, looking outside at the snow-covered pines. “They’re all good cops.”
“And when Sioux Falls went all Night of the Living Dead?” Donna pressed. “Did they step up?”
“Well, yeah,” Jody said. “But Sam and Dean were here. Bobby was here.”
“They’ve stepped up once, they can do it again,” Donna said. “If it’s going to stress you out this badly, maybe we can convince the guys to do Christmas at your place. But if we do that, then you need to tell them it’s because we’re all on call. Including them.”
“They’re always on call,” Jody said. A cardinal landed on a branch, knocking some of the snow off and creating a domino effect for the branches below. She sighed. “I get what you mean, though.”
“We all need a break. Claire especially. Alex even managed to get the time off.”
“I think she may have hacked the scheduling system,” Jody admitted with a laugh.
“Long as she uses her powers for good.”
Jody grinned.
“So are we good?” Donna asked.
“Yeah, we can head out for the bunker soon as Alex gets home from work on the twenty-third.”
“And maybe, y’know, ask about whether there’s any kind of, like, silencing spells we could use?”
“And why oh why would we need a silencing spell?” Jody felt warmth pool in her belly.
“Y’know, just in case.”
Donna’s shit-eating grin was practically audible. Oh yeah, she definitely had something up her sleeve. There were plans and then there were plans, and it sounded like Donna had plans for this little getaway.
“I think you should totally ask Dean about that,” Jody said.
“Now wait a minute…” Donna sputtered.
“What was that? Crxlzxl. You’re breaking up.” Jody thumbed the button to disconnect. Then she pulled up her texts and sent an emoji with a halo on it.
The one she got in response gave her the finger.
Yup, she definitely had plans.
Title: Meeting the Folks
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Castiel
Rating/Warnings: T
Prompt: teddy bear holding an ornament
Summary: Eileen didn’t usually get nervous about meeting new people. She wasn’t sure why this was different.
Eileen wasn’t sure why she felt nervous about meeting these new people that were coming down for Christmas. Sure, they were hunters, but from what Sam had told her, they weren’t the shoot-first-ask-later types just because someone used to be dead. Most of them were practically kids, for that matter.
Maybe it was the fact most of them had known Sam long before Eileen had met him. Even though she’d met his true family already, this felt kind of like meeting the parents.
“Are you sure they’ll like these?” she asked. She held up the stuffed bear that was clasping a red star ornament. The others in the bag included a tiger, a mouse, a cat, and a dog.
“The sales clerk assured me that they would be the perfect stocking stuffers for young adults,” Castiel replied, his fingers moving at an even pace clearly meant to calm her down. “I believe that the sheriffs will find them endearing as well.
“Then what are you giving them?” she asked.
“I decided to be practical,” the angel replied. “But since that means everyone, well almost everyone, is getting a variation on the same thing, I can’t say what it is.”
Oh shit. That meant he must’ve gotten her something too. Or was he worried she’d tell Sam? Either way, she should figure out what to get him. What the hell did you give an angel for Christmas?
Motion to her left caught her eye, and Eileen spotted Sam coming into the room.
“That’s cute,” he said. “For the girls?”
“Yeah. Do you think they’ll like them?”
“Of course they will.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then stepped back to continue. “And even if they think it’s silly or whatever, they’ll be pleased that you thought of them, despite not knowing them.”
“That is a good point,” Castiel said. “Would you not feel the same way about a gift any of them chose to give you?”
Oh.
“Thank you,” she said. “That’s a good point.”
“And they’re going to love you,” Sam said, “no matter if you gave them anything or not.”
“I think you might be a little biased,” she replied, “but thanks.”
Sam lowered his face to hers, and just before she closed her eyes, Eileen saw Cas duck out of the room with an oddly sad smile. She quickly forgot that, however, as Sam pulled her into his arms and she very thoroughly kissed him.
Title: The Choices We Make
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Castiel, implied Castiel/Dean
Rating/Warnings: spoilers through SPN 15x07
Prompt: white cat in the snow
Summary: Castiel takes a moment to reflect on the choices he has made as well as those others have made, and is presented with a new one to consider.
Castiel was happy for Sam and Eileen. With everything they had going on, if the two of them managed to find some space for happiness, then he was glad of it. Even if the only reason they had the space for it was that Chuck thought it made for a better story, he’d take it. He staunchly refused to examine the reasons that happiness held a bittersweet tinge.
However, absenting himself from the library left him somewhat at loose ends. He had already wrapped the gifts he’d obtained for everyone. He’d been truthful when he’d told Eileen they were all, or mostly all, the same. That had made the wrapping process simpler, for certain. Like fishing, the activity did have something of a meditative quality to it.
Exiting through the garage, Castiel decided that a walk would be one way to spend the time. Snow was fresh on the ground, creating a particularly beautiful setting. Like Eileen, he was somewhat nervous about the arrival of Jody and the others, but for entirely different reasons. He was not particularly concerned with how those he had not met would react to him. On the contrary, he was concerned about the one he knew all too well.
Claire.
From what he’d been able to gather from Dean, Sam, and Claire’s incredibly vague texts, she had met someone, fallen in love, and lost that person, all in the span of a few days. He should have been there for her. Hell, he should have been part of that rescue mission, but no one, not even Claire, had thought to contact him. He tamped down the series of “what ifs” that followed that thought. If he ever suggested such a thing to Claire, she would take it as one more reason she was to blame. She was much like Dean in that way, though neither of them would likely appreciate the comparison.
As he took a corner around a stand of trees, a nearly pure-white housecat startled and stared up at him, its green eyes wide. To a human’s eye, Castiel was almost certain the eyes would be all that was clearly visible against the snowy backdrop. He squatted down and stretched a hand out to it.
“It’s all right,” he said softly. “I won’t hurt you.”
Animals rarely feared him, but with his grace fading, he wondered if that effect would similarly dissipate. The cat certainly seemed dubious about him, though eventually it edged closer. That’s when Castiel noticed its limp.
“What happened to your paw?” he asked. He kept his hand outstretched.
Slowly, the cat continued to approach, then lifted up its paw, which left a bloody tinge in the snow below it. It wasn’t a serious wound. Likely the cat had caught one of its pads on something sharp. He sensed no infection. It would take only the smallest scrap of grace to heal it.
He hesitated, though. What if Dean or Sam was injured on a hunt, and Cas had not quite enough grace to heal them? Could he look Dean in the eye and say the reason he couldn’t save his brother was that he’d healed an injured cat? Could he live with himself if this was the reason he couldn’t save Dean?
The cat made a small questioning noise.
“It’s not your fault God’s an ass,” Castiel said with a sigh. He let a tiny bit of grace flow into the injured paw, healing up the wound and incidentally a little unrelated arthritis that had started to develop in a rear leg. “And you’re right. We are the choices we make, and I do not want to be the angel who would leave an innocent injured animal unaided.”
The cat pulled its paw back and meowed its thanks before turning and bounding off into the woods.
Castiel stood and resumed his walk. Perhaps he would find that he had too little grace at some critical point in the future. Or perhaps he would not even be present to help Dean, or Sam, or Claire. For today, he’d been present to help, and he had. It felt right. And if Claire needed someone to talk to, he would be there for her, both when she arrived at the bunker and just generally. He didn’t require grace to do that.
Dean was another story entirely. He was completely engrossed in the attempt to get Castiel out of his deal with the Empty. He was clearly furious that the deal had been made, but he was holding to his promise not to take it out on Castiel, at least. For now, that would have to be enough.
