Charlie paced gently with crossed arms. Mentally, she was running through the plan. Her family would be there intermittently. Friends even. It should be fine, she had told herself. "You'll get to meet Dean and Sam". Charlie murmured to her 'partner'. They were like her older brothers. "D (Damon) should be there, but I know he'll be late". She stopped and rubbed her neck. "And then some of the girls I used to game with". Charlie paused. "Am I being crazy? Can I pull this off?".

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On the flip of the coin, Damon had packed up. He had a range of clothing from formal to casual and swim trunks. In that time of packing, he thought about how much time had passed since they last spoke. Did she still play video games? Was she still crazy about the supernatural folklore? He smiled in thought and then sighed. Maybe it would be nice to get away.

Damon grabbed his jacket and left shortly to the airport. It would be a long day of travel.

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James sighed in frustration when he took his key out to unlock the door in the front of the house he shared with his partner Holden. He had went through all the trouble to buy the watch the man had been looking at, he had ordered it ahead of time even and expected it to be wrapped up when he got there. But it seemed that they had to go looking for it and it took them a good while too and on top of that he wanted to get Holden a giant thing of roses but at least with the roses they were ready when he got there. Even with the roses being ready it still made him late and now he pushed open the door seeing a trail of rose petals. James shut and lock the door behind him taking his shoes off as he tossed his bag to the side before taking the flowers and gift with him hoping the other wasn’t too annoyed with him. James followed the trail coming to the door and when he caught sight of Holden on the bed he blushed almost dropping the flowers on the ground but managing to flail a bit and catch them. James let out a breath he held briefly before setting aside the flowers on the computer desk along with the gift. “Happy anniversary to you too love” The older man responded giving the other a fond smile as he pulled his neck tie loose and walked closer to the other allowing Holden to pull him into a kiss humming lightly. “Hmm I went to pick up what I got you and they didn’t have your gift ready that I ordered AHEAD of time..it was frustrating” he informed Holden wrapping his arms around the other letting his hand trail up to play with the others hair “seeing you makes it way better though”.

Holden couldn’t get the grin off his face just seeing James walking in, the sight of his adorable boyfriend looking happy with his surprise meant the world to Holden. He moved just a little to sit up properly on the end of the bed as James approached him, reaching up so he could gently cup the man’s face while he tenderly kissed the man he loved so much.

“Yeah I can get how annoying that would be, your plans foiled by them being lazy… just not OK” he agreed while his hands moved around to rest right on James’ chest, just enjoying the sweet intimate little touch from the man “Glad to know I can be the cure for your bad day, I do try” he whispered, slowly letting his fingers slip to his partner’s button up shirt and undoing the top button just so he could run hsi fingers over the man’s chest a little.

“So, now you’re all home, I think it’s only right I give you your present… cos no, I didn’t do all this to suggest your present was me. I did think about just wrapping myself in a big bow but that would’ve been pretty presumptuous of me” he teased, stealing another little kiss before getting up from the bed and going over to his sock drawer, pulling out a little wrapped box and bringing it over. 

He could feel it, even without fully understanding the process. It pumped inside him, like a second, late beat of his heart. Something dark and primal. Standing by the door, Sinn lifted his hand to knock it again. The harder the pumping of his blood, the deeper the monster he could become. But with some luck on that forsaken night, the door opened and the man stood there, stepping aside and letting him in. He did so, ignoring the worried words as he untied the belt around his torso, letting his sword down on the corner as he turned to the witch, holding him by the waist and pushing him against the same door, now locked again.

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Ephraim knows that what he is doing is wrong even as he does it, slipping the drug into the man's morning drink. He comes in pretty regularly, and he's just... nice.

He's always polite and not friendly, exactly, but kind and patient, and just so different from everyone else in Ephraim's life, and he seems lonely, too. Ephraim's never heard him talk about friends, and he rarely mentions family. Ephraim can be there for him, he just needs the man to understand that.

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"Ho-Ho-Ho" Dell said with a robust little chuckle on the end of it. Avery had to keep his eyes from rolling in the back of his head because Dell had been doing that all evening but it was keeping him from offering body shots in the midst of a brisk evening so Avery wasn't going to complain.

Indeed, Dell was in his element. Bottom half bedecked in red velvet that was slightly form fitting (to say the least) with an obviously fake beard and an exposed upper torso. He lounged on a sleigh that he'd made himself and was offering 'Pictures with Santa' for five bucks a pop. Ten for naughty ones.

The money was for charity, but Dell was definitely taking it the extra mile. There was even a nearby plate of cookies that patrons were passing by and munching on.

And when Dean walked in, Dell gave him finger guns. "Welcome to Daddy's Bar! Merry early Christmas!" He put on a bit of bravado to hide the fact that somebody definitely wearing his face had just walked through the door. Not that Dean knew it yet. The beard was obviously hiding Dell's identity for the moment.

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"You are a hard man to track down, Dean Winchester-" Henry said, folding his arms as he set down the gift. "My father sends his regards and would like to remind you that you can still be a certain type of naughty but be on the nice list."

The gift was undeniably beautiful in decoration and frankly luminous with the beautiful paper. It sat on the diner table right next to where Dean's food would be going.

Dean had been alone in the booth a moment ago and Henry suddenly sat across from him as if by magic. Because it had been.

angry sexual tension starters

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