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so i reached 100 followers!! i was looking for things to do and i was thinking about an ask game. but instead of having you guys ask about me how about we just spread love to accounts we like !!!

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And then Steve, who is cold and his head hurts and he's really out of it, starts talking about how on top of all the shit with being stuck in Hawkins and his crappy parents, he thinks he might like guys! Robin has to hastily shush him so he doesn't out himself to the help that's finally starting to arrive, but elbows her way into riding in the ambulance with him to the hospital. She does her "I wanted her to look at me" speech a few hours later in Steve's hospital room, now-medicated Steve giggles his way through his Muppet giving birth impression, and they agree to be each other's beard for the foreseeable future.

They make a game out of trying to identify each others type based on how they react to the customers that come into Scoops that summer, but it's really not much of a game anymore once Eddie Munson and the rest of the Corroded Coffin guys come in for ice cream. Robin and Eddie click immediately as like recognizes like, but Steve just goes dumb. Not even stuttering, all he can do is scoop ice cream and spin his scooper and stare down at the toes of his own sneakers and counts the change out so bad it's never right even after a couple clumsy tries. Eddie always leans against the counter watching him, smirking, and sometimes makes a passing snarky comment. That's the only time he ever seems to stop moving, is when he's watching Steve. Like a cat zeroing in on a mouse, right before it decides to pounce. When he's in motion he makes noise—the tromp of his footsteps, the chain on his belt, the pins on his vest that clink together. He's got music all over his vest and he's his own kind of music too, brash and in your face and, just, chaos incarnate. The kind of chaos that Steve thinks could turn his whole life inside out, make it feel like it fits for once.

Steve is infatuated, fascinated... and convinced Eddie hates him. But Robin is pretty sure Eddie the opposite of hates him, and keeps nudging Eddie to talk to Steve. Eddie remains skeptical, caught halfway between "There's not two brain cells to rub together beneath that pretty head of hair" and "There's no way King Steve wants to talk to Eddie the Freak"—and that's not even touching the "He is famously straight" part.

Matchmaker Robin is determined to make something happen by the end of the summer.

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None of Eddie’s friends heard it, but he’d been covering up the words for years already because, well. He just always figured he’d say some words that appear on someone else’s skin and immediately hear an “ah shit” of disappointment as they realize. So no one else knows realizes that Steve is his soulmate. The following year Dustin Henderson arrives to constantly talk Steve up, and the tips of Eddie’s ears go bright red every time because he’s thinking of the day Steve diverted a bully for some nerds he didn’t even know. He’s not holding out hope that Steve has his words on his skin, making his peace with just being friends and loving him from arm’s reach.

Steve does take Carol’s advice and puts the tampon in the toilet, but it doesn’t work right away. He flushes and stares down at the swirling bowl, disappointed when nothing happens but… that’s fate for you. An hour or so later Eddie shuffled into the bathroom and ends up screeching an unfortunately literal “oh SHIT” when the toilet overflows. He’s muttering to Steve as they go into their new room that Carol must’ve recognized him and given them the room with the finicky plumbing on purpose, only to stop short when he sees this one only has one bed.

“It’s late, let’s just crash, come on,” Steve encourages with a yawn—not even faked. He’s sleepy, but there’s no way he’s going to just nod off when Eddie is so close. So warm. He scoots closer as an experiment, and when Eddie doesn’t protest he does it again.

Eddie is dying a little bit. It feels like heaven to have Steve this close, practically cuddling up, but he’s acutely aware that he doesn’t get to have this. And basically Steve is scooting towards him back to front, making Eddie the big spoon—god, he wants nothing more than to wrap an arm around his friend’s waist, pull him even closer, and inhale the scent of Steve’s fancy-pants shampoo straight from his head. Thinks he could get high off it, if he’s not already. He wants to roll over in self-preservation but he’s stuck, body too heavy under the stiff hotel sheets. Suddenly all too aware that his rings are on the bedside table and his words are bare in the dark room.

Steve wishes he’d been brave enough to do this facing Eddie, so he could see the other man’s reaction. Such an expressive face—he loves the way Eddie wears his heart on his sleeve, in most situations except for when he’s DMing. So Steve decides to be brave, despite knowing that if he messes this up he’s going to go sleep in the bathtub or something out of humiliation, and rolls over.

Straight into Eddie’s arms. He hadn’t realized he was that close, and opens his mouth to apologize only to pause when he realized that’s where Eddie’s eyes have zeroed in. Pausing, he licks his lips and watches Eddie track that too. Deciding again to be brave, he murmurs, “Hi.”

“Hey Stevie,” Eddie whispers back, transfixed. “Can’t sleep?”

“No. Um. Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Do you… Do you ever think about soulmate stuff? Like, finding yours?”

Eddie’s breath catches in his throat. “Yeah, well—I, um, kinda already know mine.”

“Oh.” Steve wills his face not to fall, figuring that either means Eddie’s soulmate is someone else or it’s him but Eddie hasn’t brought it up before because he doesn’t want it to be. “Is that… Um, anyone good?”

“The best,” Eddie replies earnestly, hope blooming foolishly in his chest. “He’s, uh, pretty out of my league though.”

At least it’s a he. Steve had been pretty sure Eddie liked guys, and at least now he knows his radar for that sort of thing isn’t total shit. A consolation prize for when he has to go out looking for someone to fill the void when Eddie inevitably rejects him. “If he doesn’t want you he’s an idiot. You’re great, the leagues don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“Oh yeah? Leagues are just like that?” Eddie teases to cover how flustered he is. A big chunk of that is due to Steve not freaking out that he’s gay—but then, there is Robin. She might have inoculated him against that kind of shock. “Careful big boy, flattery works with me.”

Steve bites his lip. “What if I want to flatter you, Eds? What if… What if I think you’re really great, and I’d do anything to keep you around, any way I can get?”

“You’ve got me, Steve. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay. I—Okay. Here’s hoping you’re right.”

And Steve kisses him.

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A quirk of being a Winchester was that sometimes, grief didn’t always have to be a permanent feeling, Sam thought.

There stood Cas. The corner of his lips were curled up as usual, his trench coat in a pristine condition and his hair was still all askew. It was if like the past weeks didn’t happen at all

He could see his brother getting teary-eyed and his lips becoming wobbly. Anyone could tell that the instant Jack finished hugging Cas he would try and run into his arms. Dean was a sap whether he liked it or not.

No one would blame him though, Cas was—is Dean's best friend in the whole world and he just got back from death for heaven’s sake!

Sam sometimes envied that. Cas obviously was also his best friend too, but what Dean and him had together was definitely different.

And of course, Sam was right, as soon as Jack returned to Sam’s side again, Dean ambushed Cas immediately—hugging him within an inch of his life.

Sam was shaking with happiness, how could he not?

It moved him seeing his brother so happy again, saying the last days have been rough on him would be a massive understatement.

Cas was Dean’s bestest friend in the whole wide world and every time they thought he was gone for good it had messed Dean’s head up to no end.

Dean even called Cas a brother, and if you know Dean Winchester as well as Sam does, those are not empty words. Cas was, is and will always be family.

Seeing as they still didn't pull apart, Sam kind of hovered over them for a second. He's the one next in line for a much needed angel hug and Jack probably wants another one after him.

Only it's taking a little while.

…

Well, maybe more than a little.

Finally, Dean is pulling away, and now Sam could go to Cas and tell him how much everyone missed him and- wait Dean’s diving in again, he's-

Oh. Sam’s eyebrows rised involuntarily.

Dean is actively kissing Cas. The angel of the Lord(-ish, now that Jack brought him back) Castiel. Like, actual mouth on mouth kissing.

And that’s- well that's… Sam doesn’t know what. He's a little… puzzled at the moment.

Does that- Is Sam supposed to do that next? Is that like another thing he didn’t know friends normally do? Give each other pecks on the mouth? Europeans did that, didn't they?

He internally groaned. This is just like that time Dean told him it was normal for him and Cas to change clothes in the same room since they’re friends.

Sam doubted that but how could he even argue? He never really had a proper best friend—not unless you count the imaginary ones. How is he supposed to know?

Cas and Dean had those things, like spending an ungodly amount of time watching cult movies, fixing their ties for the other even though it wasn't necessary and stuff like that that Sam knew to be buddies being buddies. But is this one of those things?

Welp Sam didn’t want to kiss Cas. Not particularly.

Of course no offense directed to Cas, it’s just that… maybe that was a little too much.

He turned his head to see Jack, who simply was looking down, smiling and fiddling with the end of his jacket.

He looked at his brother again and-

Full on make out session in progress. No signs of stopping. Cas seemingly wanted to know what’s in Dean’s throat with his tongue.

Dean's one hell of a friend then, he thinks. Wait.

Oh.

Oooh.

And if that wasn’t confirmation enough that this was not, in fact a Buddy Thing, seeing Cas grab Dean's ass sure did it for him. Confimed one hundred percent that that's not what best friends normally do! Noted.

·fin·

Dean crumples the letter, shoves it in his back pocket, and keeps walking. His most immediate problem is that the Roman Empires parking lot is stupidly huge, and since he doesn't want anyone near his Baby, opening their doors into her and ruining her beautiful paintjob, he parks her at the very edge. Which means a lot of walking.

When Dean finally reaches Baby he's made it to the very edge of the parking lot, where a small row of fast food places start. There's an alley that runs behind them all that Dean can just about see from where he is - a couple of employees are hanging around smoking cigarettes by the backdoors, and a young couple look like they're having a heated argument in the deep shadows of the dumpsters. He can't quite hear what they're saying, but they're both gesturing violently, and their whispers are strained with stress.

Dean hums a tune under his breath as he walks, seeing fewer and fewer cars as he gets further from the building. He can finally see Baby and he can't wait to relax into her comforting leather for his journey home - there's some leftover pizza and a beer waiting for him in the fridge.

None of his business, Dean thinks, fishing out his car keys.

But suddenly they start yelling and the woman starts to sob, and Dean pauses. He looks over at them again.

The guy has a gun in his hands, held up to point at the woman's chest.

Shit.

Without any conscious thought Dean is in the alley trying to get the guy's attention. The smoking break employees have disappeared, and now there's just Dean, the woman, and the gunman.

"Hey. Hey buddy, c'mon. You don't have to do this. Just put the gun down, okay?" Dean says in a gentle voice, even if his heart is slamming against his ribcage. Every muscle is screaming at him to turn and run, but he keeps moving forwards, hands raised like he's trying not to spook a wild horse.

What the fuck is he doing. He shouldn't be here. He works in sales!

Steadily Dean keeps walking, trying to offer calm words.

"Stop there or I'll shoot!" the gunman yells, turning the gun on Dean.

Good.

Dean makes a motion to the woman, and she immediately turns to sprint away down the alley. A back door opens that she ducks into, and one of the smoking employees emerges, pointing towards Dean and the gunman to someone else who steps out of the same door. Dean barely has time to register dark hair and blue eyes when he realizes the opportunity he's been given - the gunman has been distracted by the woman running, and now he's clear for Dean to tackle.

So he does.

He lunges for the gun.

They struggle.

A gunshot thunders.

Pain lances through Dean's chest.

Dean looks down in a kind of detached interest as red blooms across the front of his shirt. He doesn't register falling to his knees, but suddenly that's where he is. There's ringing in his ears, blood pouring out of his chest, and the floor rises up to meet him - or maybe he falls down onto it. The thud jolts his body and it feels like his skin is on fire. He can't breathe.

Dean thinks of how ironic it is to die the day before he gets a Guardian Angel. A cosmic joke.

But slowly the pain fades. The world lurches again and Dean realizes he's being propped up into someone's lap. There's a strong hand on his shoulder and one on his chest and the pain is going away. Dean blinks up at the person whose lap his head is in and sees the same dark hair and blue eyes from earlier. Except this time they're glowing.

Gentle warmth threads through his veins, pleasantly replacing the scalding fire that he felt before. It feels nice. He finds that he can breathe again, and Dean draws in a particularly loud gasp as his lungs remember how to work.

This isn't possible...

Suddenly something deep within Dean almost clicks into place, with a force strong enough to take his breath away again. It feels right. The faltering grip on his shoulder and a shuddering gasp means that the mystery guy must have felt the same thing.

Dean looks up at him to see that his eyes are still glowing, but now there's also the outline of a bright golden ring above the man's head, and dark shadowy shapes behind his back.

Oh no.

Is he...?

Did they just...?