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This made me feel warm and fuzzy. Wonderful, and...

You were waiting for me to post that, weren’t you?

webcricket replied to your post “So I come back to Tumblr to find posts of mine have been flagged as...”

@gneisscastiel​ You'll be hard-pressed to find any GIFs out there these days of Cas wielding his angel blade. Any of the ones I reblog seem to get flagged. Evidently Tumblr thinks it's some kind of holy dildo.

This is so sad. 😥 What a loss. This makes me want to post more gifs of Cas and his angel blade while I can.

Haha - you can overcome genetics to do it! The fluids do help keep them flushed of toxins and hydrated. Most of our early stage renal disease patients are on the 3 day schedule and manage well. The area over the shoulder blades to either side of the spine is where I usually teach clients to target. Lots of loose skin there with few nerve endings. If you Google "veterinary partner subcutaneous fluids" the first link has good info and a video.

Dean x Reader

875 words

For @webcricket spn advent challenge day 18

Prompt: Red Flannel

some swearing and kissing and fluff

You weren’t sure which one of the brothers had left it. It could be either of theirs really. They both had an affinity with flannel. Their wardrobe consisted mainly of plaid and you never could decipher which shirt went to which brother. They were both broad shouldered and tall, making all the shirts just look huge to you.

You liked this one. It was a deep red color with white and black stripes and it was softer than some of the others. When you brought it to your nose, it smelled of leather and gunpowder with a hint of cologne. You smiled at the familiar scents taking in a deep breath before folding it over your shoulder.

You had been cleaning up your little house for about an hour now, making it nice and presentable for the boys when they got here. They had stopped in frequently since meeting you, which you teased it was just for your cooking and they didn’t deny it. You knew better though. They came and stayed with you because you were family and this was their home. The house wasn’t big enough for them to have a bedroom or even a bed but they loved it nonetheless, staying on the couch and air mattress in the living room. The two of them took up the whole space when they were sprawled out to sleep.

Once you had picked up and cleaned up good enough, you headed up to shower and get ready. You had left the laundry basket next to the washing machine and as you walked by you noticed the red flannel shirt sitting on top. After only a moment’s thought, you grabbed the shirt and padded down the hallway to your bedroom.

The boys would be staying longer this time, planning on spending the holiday weekend with you. The idea caused all of you to bubble with excitement. A real family Christmas, something none of you ever really had. And there was no one else any of you would rather be with. They told you not to decorate or get a tree or anything until they arrived then you could all do it together like a real family.  

You heard Sam’s voice call out your name as the front door opened. They let themselves in and you could hear their duffel bags drop to the floor. You grinned gleefully at the sound. Checking yourself one more time in the mirror, you beamed, rather proud of yourself. The red flannel was almost like a dress on you. With a white tank top underneath, you had the first few buttons undone and the sleeves folded up your forearm. You had wrapped a thin belt around your waist and wore a pair of black leggings underneath. Your hair flowed down your shoulders and you ran your fingers through it one last time before leaving your room.

As soon as you stepped out of your room, your eyes fell on the brothers. Your face split open with a wide smile as you ran their direction. They both seemed stunned to see what you were wearing and Dean had to snap out of his day before you leapt into his arms. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist and he returned your tight embrace with a warm laugh. “Good to see you too, Y/N/N.”

When you hopped down, you winked before turning to wrap your arms around Sam. Once the welcoming was done, they both looked down at you with questioning looks in their eyes. Your head turned to look between the two of them. “What? Is there something on my face?” You couldn’t hide the coy grin as you lifted a hand to your cheek, knowing full well what it was they were gawking at.

“You’re wearing my shirt, sweetheart.” Dean’s voice seemed more gravelly than usual and you couldn't help the shiver that shot down your spine.

You nibbled on the tip of your finger as you swayed softly, making the ends of the shirt flap around you. “I thought it looked festive. And it’s warm.” You saw Sam’s eyes roll from the corner of your eye and he mentioned something about needing beer for this and left toward the kitchen. Your eyes remained on Dean who sported a mischievous grin. “It smells like you too.” You muttered quietly, your tongue peeking out of the corner of your mouth.

Dean’s chest rumbled with a mixture of a laugh and a groan before a hand fell on your hip. He was hesitant for a moment but then quickly pulled you against his chest, causing you to squeak. “Is this my Christmas present?” He asked, his forehead resting against yours.

“Well, I don’t have the receipt so if you don’t like it, tough. No refunds.” You giggled as he brought both arms tight around your, his lips brushing lightly against yours. “Thought it was about time.” Your hands lifted to rest on either side of his face. After a moment of staring into those dazzling jade eyes, you spanned the distance and molded your lips against his.

Your finger traces the lore book in front of you, “Okay, so it looks like we’re hunting an English-style Garden.” Dean’s head snaps up, a look of confusion on his face. You shrug, “Yeah, I know. I didn’t see that coming either. But apparently this grumpy monster is what’s on the loose.” You grab your pile of dynamite off the shelf, “So let’s get hunting.”