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CHARLIE! MY LOVE! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! (also on ao3!)

There was music coming from Cas' room. Again.

A more accurate word would be still. He had been playing the same playlist on repeat for the past three days in a row. No breaks, no pauses, no deviation in the pattern of songs.

The only thing that changed was the volume. It fluctuated as the day went on, barely audible in the mornings and at night, sometimes almost deafening loud in the interim.

It was a small mercy for the humans who also called the Bunker their home, the ones who actually needed to sleep and shower and shit.

The playlist started with classical music. Strictly instrumental songs. Concertos and arias, haunting melodies and romantic ballets.

Dean thought it was rather fitting. Leave it to an angel to be naturally attracted to music heavily featuring harps and heavenly choirs of violins and cellos.

Sam found it pretty ironic entertaining, too. He had joked a few times about the piano they had found in one of the larger storage rooms, suggesting they move it into the library.

Knowing Cas, he would probably be both bemused and charmed, more than willing to learn how exactly to navigate the black and white keys. And if Dean knew Cas as well as he thought he did, the angel would ramble for hours about the history of the instrument.

The mere thought made him smile. Cas would probably be a wonderful musician with his long fingers and sometimes unnerving eye, or rather ear, for detail.

Who knew, maybe Cas could become the first angelic composer. He might even be famous, and wasn't that a hilarious thought.

Dean could just imagine awkward, dorky Cas in a sea of adoring fans fawning all over him. Poor guy would probably be traumatized.

But until then, until he even learned how to play an instrument himself, he would have to make do with his playlist.

The classical section of the playlist started slowly with Nina Miller's Plié Slow and Rinaldi's Spanish Waltz. Both of which were soft and soothing, perfect for greeting the pale sunlight of the morning.

Christine Prato's the Prayer was up next, immediately followed by Elger's Serenade for Strings and a lovely harp solo that's name constantly escaped Dean. They were just as sweet as the first songs, flanked by more of the same.

From the serene, tranquil songs, the tone quickly turned rather melancholic. Samuel Barber's Adagio For Strings was tailed by Bach's Come, Sweet Death.

The latter of which a bit too morbid in Dean's opinion, especially for a song in the morning. Fortunately, the clinically depressed portion of the playlist did not last very long.

Opera was next up on the set list.

There were some classics that Dean recognized, Don Giovanni, Ave Maria, Andrea Bocelli's Con Te Partirò. But it was mostly composed of a plethora of songs that he couldn't have been able to name if someone had a gun to his head.

Sam, the nerd, was a bit better at identifying the miscellaneous songs. He pointed out a few names here and there. Vivo Per Lei, Vide Cor Meum, Die Zauberflöte.

Around ten o'clock, the era of the music changed, shifting into contemporary instrumentals. They ranged from slow and ethereal sounding, like the first snowfall of winter, to fast and blood pumping, like a shot of adrenaline.

Both Sam and Dean had been surprised when they heard the first chords of a contemporary song echoing through the Bunker from Cas' room. They had never had an inkling whatsoever that Cas might actually enjoy modern music.

Their surprise continued when the contemporary instrumentals bled into modern ballads and softer pop songs. There was an interesting mix of songs in foreign languages, French and German and Korean if they weren't mistaken, blended together with songs from American artists.

Another intriguing change occurred mid-afternoon when the upbeat pop songs and, yes, even rap music faded away to be replaced by nothing other than classic rock.

Electric guitars and loud drums replaced autotuned voices and synths, filling the Bunker with tunes from the seventies and eighties. The songs were familiar, full of nostalgia and memories of days spent on the road.

Dean had nearly choked on his beer the first time he had heard Ramble On coming from Cas' room at full volume. Sam had been equally surprised.

Neither of them would have ever guessed that Cas would be a Led Zeppelin fan. Yet, the angel wound up going through nearly their entire discography.

He also worked his way through several albums from Queen, Kansas, the Beatles, and Aerosmith, keeping the volume almost as high as Dean did in the Impala. Apparently, Dean's taste in music had rubbed off on the angel.

After a few hours of classic, the era of music shifted once again and modern rock began pouring out of Cas' room. The songs varied between punk rock, pop rock, and hard rock but it was all raucous and loud and full of angst.

Neither Sam nor Dean could name any of the songs, raising the question of where exactly Cas had heard them in the first place. He seemed to enjoy them, listening to them throughout the night, volume turned down until the music was a mere whisper is the quiet of the night.

Usually Sam and Dean didn't mind. They were more than happy to let Cas listen to his music all day, to let him get lost in his own playlist when he wasn't busy tracking down the last of the rogue angels or helping the Winchesters hunt.

Hell, they were just glad he wasn't off somewhere in the middle of yet another suicide mission. And if music was what kept him at the Bunker, then so be it.

But after three days of the angel locking himself away in his room, music playing non-stop, not even venturing out for some pancakes, his favorite, Dean had had enough. So, while Sam was out on a grocery run, the nearest grocery store an hour away, Dean decided to pay Cas a little visit.

@halerogers someone’s saying nice things about you!

I’ve been leaning towards Captain America fics for the last couple weeks, and I’m in the middle of a long one right now so I only have 5 to rec you guys this week. I seriously need to overhaul my “To Read” bookmarks so that I don’t have something like 15 tabs open on my tablet :P

Friendly reminder to backup any bookmarks you have on your browsers and bookmarking sites (they usually let you export to html or some txt based file). And if you have any fave fics, GO DOWNLOAD THEM RIGHT NOW!

Shadowhunters:

Thicker Than Water by heartsdesire456  | 17.3K | M | Magnus & Raphael, Magnus/Alec, Simon/Raphael

When one of his oldest friends asks him to protect Simon during his banishment, Magnus's new relationships and old friendships put him in an awkward situation. With the threat of Camille, the fallout of Simon's betrayal, and the looming threat of war with Valentine hanging over their heads, everybody has to make difficult choices. All anybody can do is hope each decision is the right one. 

Captain America:

Through Cities And Churches by Speranza  | 37.2K | E | Bucky/Steve

A tale of many cities and churches and two boys. Happy 100th Birthday, Bucky Barnes: March 10, 2017.

Sweet & Simple Things by Allecto  | 42.5K | E | Bucky/Steve

It's 1870, and when Bucky Barnes arranged for passage from Russia to the United States for himself, his sister, and their good friend Natasha Romanoff, he didn't know there were strings attached. Now Alexander Pierce has informed Bucky he's to be married to a rancher struggling to raise two orphaned boys. Bucky's job is to make the house a home for his new sons -- and whatever else his husband asks of him. But when his husband turns out to be none other than his childhood best friend, Steve Rogers, Bucky discovers that maybe, just maybe, his new family has made a home for him, too. 

Choices We're Given by ecaitlin  | 51.5K | E | Bucky/Steve

Steve Rogers is a good man and a good agent. There's really no excuse for the assassin in his bed. 

Teen Wolf:

A Lifetime (With You) by charlesdk  | 30.7K | T | Derek/Stiles

If you ask him, Derek will tell you he's doing fine. He's raising his five year old daughter, Erica, on his own, he has his family and a book series published that's pretty popular and sold well. Under a pseudonym, sure, but it counts.

He'll tell you he's doing pretty alright – right up until Stiles Stilinski stumbles into his and Erica's lives and never really leaves again.

CHARLIE, YOU’RE TOO SWEET! I HAVE SO MANY

- Derek’s a huge cuddler and at first, he was really about it, not wanting Stiles to think he was too needy or clingy, but he eventually gets over it. When Stiles slips out of bed, even if it’s just to run to the bathroom, Derek will wake up and moan and groan and make grabby hands until Stiles lays down with him again

- the first time Stiles sees Derek in his lounge clothes (baggy sweatpants, a tank top, unshaven, with messy hair) he almost cries because Derek looks so soft and comfy and he’s just so engrossed in his book that he only realizes Stiles is there when he clears his throat

- when Derek and Stiles have their first daughter, that they name after Stiles’ mother and Derek’s sister, they both become overprotective cuddly dads who are super sweet but will kill a man if they so much as bump into their precious bundle of joy

- Derek adopts a stray cat who’s almost as grumpy as he always pretends to be and it only likes him (and later their kids) but hisses at everyone else, even Stiles

- Derek starts tearing up the first time the Sheriff calls him son (and then John does the same when Derek responds by calling him dad)

- on rainy days, Derek and Stiles just lay in bed and watch the rain on the windows, just cuddling and holding each other