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Sam and Dean lose track of the days sometimes, out there on the road. So when they come back to the bunker and open the door on what smells like a feast, they were momentarily confused.

“Is that pie?” asked Dean, moving a bit cautiously.

Out of the kitchen came Jack, in an utterly ridiculous apron. “Come on and eat. It’s Thanksgiving.”

They headed down and sure enough Jack and Castiel had fixed an enormous spread. Charlie and Dorothy came around too. They even found Crowley skulking around and made him eat an enormous serving of marshmallow sweet potatoes.

Jack looked around at everyone smiling and laughing and enjoying the moment and gave a silent thanks for the families he’d made for himself. Castiel appeared by his side and took his hand. They didn’t need to speak, they were thinking the same thing.

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Volunteers (Harkstiel, First Kiss Vid AU Fic)

jazzforthecaptain:

merindab, here’s a thing for you to cheer you up! I hope you like it. :3 It’s fluffy as hell.

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Volunteers
Harkstiel ‘First Kiss Video’ AU

Sterile and bright as a surgical theater, the studio for this ‘first kiss’ video gave Castiel second thoughts about volunteering. Then again, he found the stark whiteness of it (and the lack of anything porn-related) comforting. The stack of waivers he’d signed seemed on the level, but it was still a strange kind of recruitment. Here and now, the efficiency of the set drove home the reality of the event.

His initial volunteer form included spaces for gender preference, and if there were any physical types or characteristics that would make him feel unsafe. He’d left his options open. There were a number of other people here today with him, and Castiel scanned the knot of people at the little spread of breakfast snacks, wondering who he’d be partnered with. He helped himself to a strawberry yogurt and a bottle of water, trying very hard to be warm and friendly without making much eye contact. Best not get attached to anyone. This wasn’t a game of kickball; he didn’t get to pick a team. Castiel flipped the spoon in his mouth, licking at the curve while surveying the field. He wasn’t here to get anyone’s number, he reminded himself. This was someone’s video project, he’d volunteered because of the inherent thrill. Acting like a smarmy pick-up artist would result in nobody inclined to kiss him at all.

Not that Castiel was sure he could DO ‘smarmy.’ According to his friends, his flirtation came off as ‘earnest,’ or ‘nuts.’ No in between.

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