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How about a star wars AU were Michael Jones has crossed to the dark side and his friend and companion Gavin Free is trying to save him and return Michael to the side of the Jedi.
@narutochic0 - thank you so much for the request! I may have gone a wee bit overboard with this one. Hope you like it!! <3
Title:Â What Is and What Will Be
Author:Â castiality
Recipient:Â narutochic0
Genre:Â Fluff (Sort of?? and some angst)
Pairings:Â DestielÂ
Rating:Â G
Word count:Â 2,315
Warnings:Â None
Summary:Â Dean is trapped in an alternate world where he and castiel live a normal cherry pie life, until he has to decide whether or not to leave the bliss.
Author’s notes: Thank you for being so patient! I hope you enjoy!
Dean woke up on a Sunday morning from a beautiful dream. The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the air and early sunlight peeked from behind the curtains to light up the queen bed he was lying to the left on.
He expected to wake up any minute now to the smell of gun powder and Sam sleeping in the twin bed across from him, assuming this was all part of his dream. But when Dean sat up and dragged his hands along the soft sheets, it all seemed too real. Dean scanned the room again and noticed a white button down shirt, too small for his size, hung on the closet door. The space beside him on the bed was unmade and pillows were creased, as if there had been someone next to him. Dean put a hand to his aching forehead, trying to remember the night before. Had he gotten that hammered? When he was unsuccessful, he stood, wearing only boxers and socks. He shuddered, not used to the morning chill that his clothes usually protected him from.
He chose a t-shirt from the pile of clothes on the ground and made his way cautiously out the door that led to a softly illuminated hallway. He could he whistling and the sizzle of something cooking in a pan. Soon he could not only hear it, but smell it. Was that… bacon?
Dean let himself relax a little, seriously doubting whoever was whistling Smoke on the Water was going to be a threat. He rounded the corner that opened up to a spacious living room, complete with a flat screen TV and a mahogany coffee table with actual coffee table books stacked neatly in the middle. One looked like a scrapbook, Dean observed. He was so caught up in the fancy furniture and expensive television that he had forgotten all about who he had supposedly slept with while on a bender the previous night. That is, until he heard them say his name.
“Dean, you’re awake.” Dean snapped to attention, looking across the room to the kitchen where he had been called from. His heart beat harder and he could feel his eyes go wide.
“…Cas?” Castiel padded along, his socked feet sliding along the wood floor, to Dean, who was frozen in place. He didn’t know if it was from horror or happiness or a combination of the two. He was completely stuck in time and the only thing he could see or think was that Cas, the angel, was walking up to him with bed head and a wrinkled shirt. No tie.
Cas stretched out his arms and took hold of the shirt at his waist, pulling him in and tilting his chin up to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. All of the thoughts that were clogging his brain started rushing now, a million questions and a million feelings pouring out at once. Dean looked at Cas with wide eyes, and Cas looked back with a small tilt of his head.
“What’s wrong?” When Dean didn’t reply, he shrugged and turned away again, heading back toward the kitchen, “I made bacon and eggs. There’s also some apple pie left from last night if you want that for breakfast instead. I don’t mind.” Cas smiled over his shoulder to Dean, who struggled to smile back. It’s not like he didn’t like what seemed to be happening here. He was just having a hard time understanding.
Dean joined Cas in the kitchen and sat at a bar stool, watching as Cas turned over the bacon. He looked over his shoulder again and smiled with soft eyes before starting to prepare a plate. He heaped a pile of eggs and several slices of bacon onto the plate and brought it over to Dean, kissing his temple as he set it down in front of him. Dean blushed and didn’t bother holding in a grin as his stomach churned. Maybe this wasn’t something evil or trying to kill him. Maybe this was just… nice. Exactly what it seemed to be. So he decided to just enjoy it while it lasted. Whatever it was.
“Thank you… So, um, where exactly did we get the pie from… last night?” Dean asked as casually as he could, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. He took a bite of the food, which was surprisingly almost the best thing he had ever tasted.
Cas scoffed and gave him a look, getting his own food and sitting in the stool next to Dean.
“Uh, the restaurant that we went to last night? Y’know, where we went to for our anniversary?”
Dean wouldn’t lie: he almost died choking on bacon.
Cas patted him on the back a few times before Dean stopped coughing and chuckled, “What’s gotten into you? First no morning kiss and now this. What am I going to do with you, Dean Winchester?”
Dean ran a hand through his hair and sighed, trying to get a hold of his thoughts, “Yeah. Sorry. I guess I’m still not quite awake. One more cup of joe and I’ll be good.” Dean grinned and tipped his cup towards Castiel.
When the dishes were done and put away, Dean caught Cas by the waist and pulled him in until they were pressed together, and Dean couldn’t see anything but his beautiful blue eyes. He drank in the feeling for a moment, closing his eyes and remembering how much he had wanted this. How much pain he had gone through to convince himself that he didn’t deserve to be happy. To have the man in his arms.
When he opened his eyes Castiel was smiling and running his fingers through the short hairs on the back of Dean’s neck. He leaned in a little closer and rubbed his nose against Dean’s, giggling softly as Dean felt tears well in his eyes. He sure as hell wasn’t going to let Cas see that, so he leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, then pressed their foreheads together. Â
Dean then decided that if he never escaped from whatever this world was, he would be okay with that.
**
Later that afternoon, Castiel left to have a drink with some friends and Dean was left alone in Castiel’s – their – house. So he decided to do some investigating.
He found his own wallet and phone in the pocket of a pair of khakis on their bedroom floor. He scrolled down the long list of names. There were familiar and unfamiliar ones, including Ellen and Jo and Bobby, Jess, and… “Mom”. Dean swallowed the lump in his through and covered his mouth with his other hand, slumping against the wall as he felt his knees go weak. All these people. All of his friends and family, they were alive.
Dean blinked back the sting in his eyes and clicked on his mom’s number and held it to his ear. After three rings, there was a click.
“Hi, Dean,” Dean couldn’t help it anymore. He let the tears fall as his mother sighed on the other line, “Honey? Are you there?”
Dean cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah. Yeah, Mom. I just wanted to call to check up on you.”
“Thank you, Dean, that’s very sweet. How was your anniversary dinner last night?” Dean felt a smile prick at the corners of his mouth.
“It went really well. Cas is great, right?” Dean bit his lower lip, hoping that his mother hating Cas wouldn’t be the thing wrong with this picture.
To his relief, Mary chuckled, “Yes, he is honey. I have to go, okay? Call me again whenever you’d like.” Dean smiled and nodded to himself.
“Of course. I love you, Mom.” The words rolled off Dean’s tongue so easily and they sounded so right, like something broken in him had just been put together.
“I love you too.” And the line went dead.
Dean’s smile remained on his face as he went to the living room to look at the scrapbook. It grew as he flipped through the pages and pages of photographs from him and Cas’s wedding, dated 2011, his mother and Jess and Sam all standing around him and all smiling and alive. The butterflies kept fluttering in Dean’s stomach as he examined the photos on his phone of him and Cas, kissing or lying in bed together, or of Sam and Jess or his mother and Cas.
Dean then sat in their comfortable couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand just smiling. He realized that he was happy, and there was nothing wrong with that, and that he shouldn’t be asking questions.
He took another sip of whiskey, and as the burn slipped down his throat and settled in his stomach, his vision was consumed by darkness and he saw it. He saw Sam screaming his name. He saw blue, blurry patters fill his line of sight and he saw the djinn attacking him, pinning him down until he saw nothing but warm sunlight and blue eyes.
Dean came to on the floor with whiskey spilled next to him, staining the expensive carpet. He sat up, frantically looking around and blinking. He touched the couch. The wet carpet. His own clothes. It all seemed so real. He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. This couldn’t be happening. The one time he is happy and it’s because he’s dying.
Everything hurt. His head throbbed and his bones ached. He felt like he had just been beaten with a shovel then thrown on the side of the street to bleed out.
Dean looked at the clock. It was 8:30; Cas would walk in any moment now and find Dean huddled on the floor looking like his father with split whiskey and tears running down his face.
Before Dean could even think about moving, Castiel walked it.
“I brought home some- Dean!” The next thing he knew, Cas was by his side with his palms cupping his face and the most terrified look Dean had ever seen him wear. Dean did his best to stand up and sit on the couch. After a few moments, the pain started to ebb away and was replaced with the feeling of morphine coursing through his veins. He knew the bliss wasn’t real. That none of this real. Not his mother. Not Jess and Sam. Not the house nor the things he owned in it. Not even Cas.  But he still felt like he owed him an explanation, so that’s what he was going to get.
“Cas, I need you to just listen to me for a minute, okay?” Dean took Cas’s hand and lowered it from his cheek where Cas had been inspecting him for any sign of injury. Cas slowly obliged, and soon Dean had him sitting close with both hands in his. Cas looked him through his lashes and swallowed visibly, pressing his lips together.
“Cas, none of this is real. This is all my mind, what I want everything to be like-“
“What are you talking about, Dean?” Cas plead, moisture collecting in his eyes. Dean held his hands tighter, bringing them to his lips before he continued.
And he did. Cas sat quietly with his brow furrowed while Dean tried his best to keep it together. When he was done, Cas was quiet for a moment.
“If… if this is all fake, then who am I in,” Cas hesitated, “real life?” Dean smiled and rubbed his thumb along the back of Cas’s hand.
“You’re an angel.”
“Is that a flirtation?” Dean smiled and pulled him closer so they sat with their legs tangled and their foreheads almost touching.
“No, Castiel. You really are an angel. And I kill the type of things that do these types of things. That make people think they’re in heaven while they are being killed.”
“So does that mean being with me is your heaven?” Dean nodded and brushed away a tear from Cas’s cheek.
“It is. But I can’t be with you out there. That’s why this is a dream.”
“Why not?”
“Because out there, you don’t love me.” Dean frowned and looked away from Cas, a prick of shame touching his mind. When he looked back, Castiel was wearing a small smile.
“Dean, I would love you no matter what universe we’re in, whatever spell you are put under. I’m sure whoever is waiting for you out there loves you more than you could ever imagine.” Dean looked down again, unable to look at the sparkle in Castiel’s eyes. He didn’t want to see what he was leaving.
“I don’t know about that.”
“Okay, then make me a promise. Go to me, and please, please, don’t let me go. Because if he loves you half as much as I do, then you are in luck, Winchester.”
Dean looked back up at him with a smile, sadness tugging at his heart to see everything he was going to leave behind just to go back to the life he was living now. The one that got him dancing with Death time and time again.
Castiel took the back of his neck and kissed his forehead, letting Dean collapse against his chest as the pain returned to his muscles and his brain throbbed in his skull. He saw Sam struggling to get him free. Desperate and scared to live without his older brother. As Cas’s shirt appeared in front of him again, he realized that this was not the life he was meant to be living. He belonged out there on the road. With Sam in his passenger seat.
So as white light started to take over his vision, Dean looked up to that Cas one last time, and with a smile said, “I promise.”
RT Secret Santa Wishlist for narutochic0 - post #1! Sorry it's a bit late, I've been so insanely busy this month, and the other 2 prompts I'm filling aren't ready to be posted yet. I will finish them soon I promise <3 also this is my first RWBY fanfic ever soooo bear with me ^^;
Prompt: Jaune Arc/Pyrrah: During Pyrrah’s training embarrassingly cute things happen.  not necessarily smut or anything, just cuteness :3
“Jaune, stay focused!”
“Right! Hyahhhh!”
Up on that little abandoned rooftop of the Beacon dormitories, Pyrrah was training with Jaune like they had been for many nights now. Jaune charged towards his sparring partner once more, only to be tossed to the ground within seconds. He grumbled and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Sorry!” She called, while walking up to him.
“It’s no good, Pyrrah. I’m never gonna be good enough to knock you down.”
“I wouldn’t say that. You’ve gotten much better over the course of our training!” She knelt beside him and gave him a soft smile.
He tried to return it, but could only drop his head and sigh. “I’m still hopeless.”
Pyrrah’s smile faded as she put a hand on his cheek. “Jaune. Never say that. Confidence in yourself is half the battle! If you don’t believe in yourself, you’ll never be able to win. So don’t say that, alright?” She lowered her hand and entwined their fingers in a strong yet comforting grip. “Besides, if I didn’t think you were capable of being a fighter, I wouldn’t be here helping you. But I know that you have the heart of a Hunter, and you can do anything you set your mind to. You have the true potential for greatness.”
Jaune stared up at her, a slight blush on his cheeks. “Do… do you really think so?”
She nodded. “I really do.” She got up and used the hand she was holding to pull him up as well. “So what to do you say? Are you ready to try it again?”
Jaune took a deep breath and nodded with a more confident grin. “Let’s do this!”
Pyrrah backed away, and they took their stances. Jaune remembered what she had taught him: stay focused, look for an opening, act quickly. He took the first move and swung his sword to her right. She deflected it with her shield and he spun around behind her. He circled around to her left and lunged forward with his shield. His move connected, but they were both sent toppling to the ground. Before he knew it, they were lying there on the ground, him on top of her, and her smiling brightly beneath him. He blushed at the awkward position and sat up a bit before realizing that he had succeeded in knocking her down.
“I… I did it! Pyrrah I did it!” He yelled, tackling her once more in an embrace. They both giggled and Pyrrah grabbed his face.
“That was wonderful Jaune! See, I told you confidence is the key.”
He chuckled. “Well, my dad always said that all girls look for in guys is confidence.”
They smiled at each other and stayed there for a few moments, each enjoying being so close to the other.
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Of course you may! I found all of the official tattoo art he had from online just by searching for Ganondorf and Link online. As for the others, I had to draw those in an art program, and I posted them not too long ago, so feel free to use those if needed (though one is slightly customized).I bought temporary tattoo paper on Amazon for maybe 20 dollars (it doesn’t come cheap; I only received 2 sheets for that one purchase). It’s a tricky process, but it allowed me to print said images onto the paper, and I had to manually rub the adhesive onto it so I may use it like an ordinary temporary tattoo. It works for about a day, so I reccommend having a new set a day, unless you decide not to touch them washing, haha!
