SPN FOREVER!!

KEITH SCOTT (Sitting in car, reading. Shot by police officer, who was NOT CHARGED)

ATATIANA JEFFERSON (Looking out her window, shot by police officer, who is STILL UNDER INDICTMENT for murder)

JONATHAN FERRELL (Asking for help after auto accident. Shot twelve times by police, case ended in MISTRIAL)

JORDAN EDWARDS (Riding in a car. Shot in the back of the head by police officer, who was found GUILTY of murder ⭐)

STEPHON CLARK (Holdng a cel phone. Shot 8 times, 6 in the back. Officers NOT CHARGED)

AMADOU DIALLO (While taking out wallet, officers fired 41 shots by four officers, who were all ACQUITTED)

RENISHA MCBRIDE (Auto accident, knocked on door for help. Homeowner was found GUILTY of second-degree murder ⭐)

TAMIR RICE (Playing with toy gun, shot by police officer arriving on scene. Officer was NOT CHARGED)

SEAN BELL (Hosting a bachelor party, 50 rounds fired by police officers, who were found NOT GUILTY of charges)

WALTER SCOTT (Pulled over for brake light, shot in the back by police officer, who pleaded GUILTY to CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATIONS *NOT* MURDER)

PHILANDO CASTILE (Pulled over in car, told officer he had a legally registered weapon in car. Officer ACQUITTED of all charges)

AIYANA JONES (Sleeping, accidentally shot by officer in a raid on wrong apartment. Officer CLEARED OF ALL CHARGES)

TERRENCE CRUTCHER (Disabled vehicle, shot by police officer, who was found NOT GUILTY of manslaughter.)

ALTON STERLING (Selling CDs, shot at close range while being arrested. NO CHARGES FILED)

FREDDIE GRAY (Beaten to death by officers while being transported in police van. All officers involved were ACQUITTED)

JOHN CRAWFORD (Shopping at WalMart, holding a BB gun on sale, police officer was NOT CHARGED)

MICHAEL BROWN (Shot by twelve times by officer, including in the back. NO CHARGES FILED)

JORDAN DAVIS (Killed because he was playing loud music. Shooter found GUILTY of first-degree murder ⭐)

SANDRA BLAND (Pulled over for traffic ticket, tasered and arrested. SUSPICIOUS SUICIDE while in jail. NO CHARGES)

AHMAUD AUBREY (Jogging, shot by two men who claimed they suspected him of burglaries. Both men charged with murder and aggravated assault ⭐)

BOTHAM JEAN (Shot at home, which police officer mistook for her own. Officer found GUILTY of murder ⭐)

OSCAR GRANT (Handcuffed and face-down, officer shot him in the back. Officer found GUILTY of involuntary manslaughter ⭐)

COREY JONES (Waiting by his disabled vehicle, was shot three times by police officer, who was found GUILTY of murder ⭐)

Remember them all. ✊🏻✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

Oh God No Don’t! For your own sake. DON’t FINISH THE SHOW.

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So I’m aware I haven’t really posted anything in a while but I hope this reaches someone. My brother’s name is Efren. Growing up he used to tease and make fun of me, but among all the teasing he also helped raise me along with our mom. When he was little he wanted to be an architect. But his is the story that a lot of Mexican American working class families face: either take the opportunities available to you to attain your dreams, or curtail those in order to take care of your family. He chose his family. After graduating high school he turned down full ride scholarships in order to stay and work to help pay the bills. It was just him, my mom, and me. After a couple of years we got stable enough economically that he was able to go to college, but after graduation we fell on hard times again and instead of finding work in his field or applying to architecture school like he always dreamed, he decided to stick around and help us again. It’s because of his choice to help our family that I was able to go to college too, something that for a time I didn’t think was possible. It’s because of him that I was able to apply to and get accepted into a PhD program in the hopes of becoming a professor. It’s because of him that my mom has a house to call her own. My mom and I owe him everything. Yesterday, he was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia (ALL). He’s uninsured. I’m a student, our mom works in childcare. There’s a high success rate for remission if he gets treatment, but we can’t afford it. He’s all me and my mom have, and we can’t lose him. He chose family growing up, and it’s my turn to choose him. Please, any donation helps. I just want him to come home.

I know times are tough with covid and everything so if anyone could please just spare a dollar or a reblog thatd be great. I can’t lose him.

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                                                         Take 1

Misha as Castiel: *Staring heatedly at Dean*

Jensen: *Sings* It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes.

Misha: *Starts pretending to strip seductively*

Director: *Chuckles* Cut!

                                                          Take 2

Jensen as Dean: *Roughly pushes Castiel against the wall*

Jensen & Misha as their characters: *Share an intense look*

Jensen as Dean: *Smirks then starts to lean in*

Misha: *Turns his head at the last minute and starts giggling*

Jensen: Lock it up, Mish!

Director: Cut!

                                                          Take 3

Jensen & Misha as their characters: *Making out heatedly against the wall*

Misha: *Suddenly jumps and pulls away from Jensen, covering his mouth with his hand*

Jensen: *Wide eyed staring at Misha with a mixture of disbelief and controlled horror* Did I just bite your lip?

Misha: I think you did. *Moves his hand away and licks his lips* Am I bleeding?

Jensen: “Oh fuck-”

Members of the crew: *Awkwardly chuckling*

Misha: Slow your roll cowboy. We haven’t even made it to the bed yet.

Jensen: *Blushes with a sheepish grin then turns away*

                                                          Take 4

Jensen & Misha as their characters: *In the middle of groping and thrusting on the bed, both unclothed from the waist up*

Director: Okay, guys, we better cut.

Jensen: Why? What’s wrong? I thought that was good.

Jared: *Walks on to the set.*

Misha: *Smirks* Good call.

Jensen: *Rolls eyes*

                                                          Take 5

Misha as Castiel: *Finishes frantically unbuttoning Dean’s shirt and pushes it off his shoulders*

Jensen as Dean: *Reaches out to grab Cas’ tie and then roughly yanks it down.*

Misha: *Stumbles forward into Jensen’s arms and makes an over exaggerated choking noise*

Director: Cut!

Jensen: *Looks down at Misha and sees him laughing hysterically before slowly looking into the camera wearing his own grin* Wasn’t that supposed to come off?

                                                          Take 6

Jensen: *Lying on top of Misha with a disappointed frown as he shifts around awkwardly* Anything?

Misha: *Shakes head* Not even a wiggle down there.

The whole crew: *Laughing and smirking*

Director: *Drops his head* Okay, guys. That’s a cut.

                                                          Take 7

Misha: Where do I put my hands?

Jensen: Wherever you want to, baby. *Winks flirtatiously*

Director: We’re still rolling!

Misha: *Says in complete monotone* I’ll just stick them down your pants. No one will notice.

Jensen: *Turns away from the camera and covers his mouth to keep himself from laughing*

Director: *Sighs dramatically* Cut!

                                                          Take 8

Misha as Castiel: *Looks anxiously up at Dean’s face, hesitant and unsure of his next move*

Jensen as Dean: *Whispers* It’s okay, Cas. I’ve got you. I got you… *Gently covering Cas’ neck with comforting kisses*

Misha: *Desperately clings to Jensen’s back* Never let go, Jack.

Jared: *Practically falls over laughing*

Day 22+23

Word Count: 1,316

Cas’ POV

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Cas watched the entrance of the diner from his pickup, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to distract himself. It had only been an hour since Dean left, and he knew it was far too soon for him to be done at the crime scene, and yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the diner; heart beating wildly in his chest knowing Dean could walk up to the door at any second with a smirk and those captivating green eyes.

Dropping his head back against the headrest, Cas let himself reminisce over their date. It had been perfect. God. More perfect than any date Cas had ever been on. So good it had felt magical. Even falling on the ice had been worth it to get the chance to make out with Dean right there where anyone skating by could see them. Not that kissing was the only important thing, but now he’d gotten a taste of Dean, he was addicted. He just wanted more, more, more of Dean; so much so his heart ached for it.

And Cas had been ready- ready to tell Dean about his broken engagement and how trust was hard for him. He’d been ready to open up and let Dean in, but of course, fate pulled them apart again. And now, here he was, pining without fully knowing where Dean stood. Sure, Dean had said he was crazy about him… but that didn’t mean he wanted a relationship. If a relationship was even possible with the knowledge that Dean would be leaving town after the case was solved. Cas couldn’t let himself think about that, because the second he did, his heart all but cracked apart in his chest at the thought of losing Dean.

Pulling his phone out as a distraction, Cas didn’t even hesitate to press the call button.

“Hey you,” Libby answered, and Cas felt himself relax instinctively. Just hearing his best friend’s voice was enough to ease the nervous energy that had been building in Cas’ chest since Dean left.

“Hey Lib.”

“How’s it- wait. Why are you calling me right now in the middle of your date?”

“It’s not the middle of my date. It ended an hour ago. Dean got called back to work,” Cas said forlornly, reaching out to trace his fingers along the stitching of the leather seat.

“Again? Wait, what happened? If he got called back to work, that can’t be a good sign.”

“It’s not. They found Ollie’s body.”

“Shit. Two deaths in two days? God, Cas, that’s terrifying,” Libby said. Cas could hear her shifting on the other end of the line, the familiar squeak clueing him in that Libby really had crashed on his couch watching Netflix.

“Dean said they were going to stop whatever it was. But he warned me to be safe, and to pass the message onto you, too.”

“Psh, I’m as safe as can be right here on your couch, thank you very much,” Libby said. And then: “How did the date go? Before he left, I mean?”

Cas felt his heart trip over itself in his chest, and he had to close his eyes for a second just to force himself to catch his breath as a smile crept across his lips. “We kissed.”

“Shut the hell up. Are you serious? How was it? It wasn’t just a peck, was it? So help me God, Cas-”

The laughter bubbled up from Cas’ chest, and he felt his heart soar at the memories. “No, not just a peck. We made out. Three times.”

Libby squealed on the other end of the phone, and he could hear her bouncing up and down eagerly. “Was it good? Oh God, I bet it was amazing. Tell me, tell me, tell me.”

“So goddamn good, Lib. I swear I’ve never been kissed like that in my life. He’s just… perfect,” Cas said, trailing off before shyly asking, “Is it bad I spent the whole time we were on the ice trying to find an excuse to kiss him again?”

“Oh my God, Cas. That’s actually freaking adorable. You’re absolutely smitten. You love him, you love him,” Libby sing-songed, and Cas felt his cheeks burn with the truth of the statement. “Tell me more! I want all the details. Don’t skimp out on me and-” Libby broke off suddenly with a choked noise that immediately had Cas’ hackles raised. It wasn’t a happy sound that slipped from Libby’s mouth like it had been a second ago. It was almost a whimper, and Cas could feel something was wrong; so very wrong.

“Lib?” Cas asked, voice wavering.

“Did you hear that?” Libby asked, voice dropping into a whisper.

“Hear what?”

“It sounded like footsteps from upstairs but you’re not here and-”

Silence as Libby stopped talking. And then a scream echoed down the line. A scream of abject terror so chilling it made Cas’ blood run cold and his lungs seized in his chest.

“No! No! Don’t please- Cas help!” Libby’s voice filled the speaker with a gurgle, and Cas could almost picture the blood spilling from her mouth as she fought her attacker.

“Libby? LIBBY?” Cas screamed, panic bubbling in his chest and wrapping around his limbs until he felt completely frozen in his seat.

Then one long scream from Libby that made Cas feel like he was dying; as if someone had reached into his chest and pulled his beating heart out. And then the line went dead.

“LIBBY!?” Cas yelled, even though he knew the line had cut. Oh God. Oh God. Libby. No. Not her. Please not her. Take him. Just please. Not her.

Fight or flight kicked in, and Cas didn’t even realize he’d started the car; not until the engine roared as he pushed on the accelerator. She’d been in his house. Been taken from his home. No. This couldn’t be happening. Not to them. Not Libby- good and pure and everything in Cas’ life that he held close.

He didn’t think, just raced back home. He had to hope she was still there. Please still be there. Please, don’t take her.

Three streets away from home, Cas fumbled with his phone, hitting Dean’s number. “Pick up, Dean, please God, pick up,” Cas said, tears starting to burn his eyes.

The phone rung once, twice, three times, and then, “Hey handsome. Listen, I’m still at the scene-”

“Dean. Libby is- Libby’s been- help me,” Cas choked out, words lodging in his throat as the emotions suffocated him.

“Cas? Where are you? Where’s Libby?” Dean asked, panic etching into his voice.

“Libby- she was… fuck. Attacked. Hurt. Taken. Dean she was… she was in my house. We were on the phone and she was just… help me. Please help me.”

“Fuck,” Dean hissed. “Cas, where are you? I need you to come to me. Right now.”

“I’m pulling up at my house,” Cas said cutting the engine and moving to get out of the car.

“Cas! No! Do not go in. Turn around and come to me. I’m not fucking around, Cas. Stay in your car and I’ll meet you at the diner,” Dean said.

But it was too late. Cas was already out of the car and up the steps to his front door, desperate to find Libby. To save her. To stop her from being the next body that showed up dead.

Shit. He should’ve listened to Dean. Why didn’t he listen? 

First there was searing pain at the back of his head, making him howl in pain as his phone skittered across the floor from the impact. Dean’s tinny voice shouting his name through the phone was the last thing Cas heard.

“Dean!” he tried to shout, but he wasn’t sure if the word even came out or if it was just echoing around in his head.

And then nothing.

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Summary: When Sam and Dean arrive in Evergreen, Vermont to investigate a string of disappearances, Dean is not exactly in the holiday spirit. Disillusioned by his stint in hell and recent conflict with angels–not to mention missing people–he feels like there just isn’t much to celebrate. Well, that is until he meets Castiel, a local who exudes the Christamas spirit, and Dean’s cold heart begins to melt with sip after sip of the local hot cocoa. What Dean doesn’t know is that Cas has been hurt before and is shy to give his heart to someone just passing through. It will take all of Cas’ best friend, Libby, and Sam’s ingenuity–and maybe a little Christmas miracle–to unwrap all the hidden feelings the two are hiding from each other.

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Tags: Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, Hallmark, Hallmark Christmas Fic, Christmas, Meet-Cute, Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence - Season 4, Hunter Dean Winchester, Hunter Sam Winchester, Human Castiel, Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Decorations, Hot Chocolate, Cliche, Chef Castiel, Diners, Christmas Romance, Romance, Flirting

Special Shout-outs: To @castielwnovak for the beautiful cover art designed like a Hallmark movie poster! To @unamusedelipsis for helping with the amazing summary and title! To @carry-on-my-wayward-hunter for being my incredible beta!

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