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So…I don't know how to say this but…one day, this series will come to an end. And I fear that it'll be sometime soon because I'm honestly beginning to run out of steam for this (not the ship but this fic, although with the way canon's going…).
BUT
I still want to keep writing daily drabbles. These days, when I legit feel like doing absolutely nothing and lying in a depressive heap, forcing myself to write even a small piece and put it online keeps me going and stops me from being completely useless (lololol danisnotonfire mode activated cue existential crisis).
So I put it to you guys. When this ends, what do you want me to do next? Team Free Will? Sastiel? (Yes, I have fallen into the Sassy pit. Only a casual pit compared to ASDFGHJKL DESTIEL but still). Sabriel? Weechesters? Anything else I forgot to mention? It doesn't have to be romantic but it has to be something that I can churn out daily drabbles to. I'd set up a poll, if I thought enough people were going to vote.
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221. Capiche
"Well," Dean grinned. "You finally stopped hiccupping."
Cas narrowed his eyes.
"It's not too late to tell Sam and Rose that we are fine with them not taking Zoey and Robbie for the day," he said. Dean's grin slid off his face rapidly.
"You're no fun," he complained. Cas just smiled angelically.
"I'm going to see if Zoey and Robbie are ready."
"Yeah, they've probably forgotten about getting ready and instead trying to kill each other," Dean snickered. Cas just gave him a Look, so he rolled his eyes and skulked off to their room.
An hour later, the kids had finally stopped re-enacting The Hunger Games, Sam and Rose had only made two 'help us' faces and Dean and Cas were having alone time in their room for what felt like the first time in years.
"Feels like forever, Cas," Dean groaned happily, tangling his fingers in Cas' dark hair. Cas just hummed and leaned up to kiss him, a move that Dean very willingly reciprocated.
"It's only been two weeks, considering that we took care of Mary, Henry and Lewis last week," Cas said when he pulled back for air. Dean rolled his eyes and attacked his angel's mouth again, grinding his hips down and swallowing Cas' groan.
"Two weeks is forever. Remember the days when we could do this every day?"
"You don't regret taking Zoey and Robbie, do you?"
Cas looked so worried that Dean had to give him a quick, sweet kiss to reassure him.
"Hell no. They're one of the best things that happened to me. But I miss being able to love you like this every day, man."
A small smile crossed Cas' lips.
"Did you just say 'love'? As in, making love?"
Dean scowled and swatted Cas' head, his cheeks hot.
"No! Shut up. I didn't. Fine, I'm gonna go get something to eat. You can just stay here."
Not looking at all amused, Cas just reached up, wrapped his arms around Dean's neck and yanked him back down for a fierce kiss.
"No," he growled. "You're going to undress me while I undress you. And then you're going to love me. Do you capiche?"
All of the blood in Dean's body rushed south as he made a small noise.
"I capiche," he squeaked.