WhereTheRoadGoes
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A gunman is in the clinic. So are House and Wilson.
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Foreman might have flirted with Chase six months ago for like thirty seconds. Chase can't stop thinking about it.
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between sex and death and trying to keep the kitchen clean by ftmsteverogers
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
07 Dec 2022
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"I don't get you," Dean spits. "I don't get what you want. Just — just tell me. I'm a big boy, I can take it."
"I did tell you!" Castiel exclaims. "I told you, and then I died!"
(In which Castiel is rescued from the Empty, Jack gives up the powers of God to be a kid again, and Dean overcompensates.)
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16 Jun 2025
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i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees) by sobsicles
Fandoms: Supernatural
29 Apr 2021
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Dean keeps going back.
When he arrives, it's always to blooming flowers and a windmill in the background, not too far from a brook, the sun painting the plains.
He likes it there. He likes to stand in front of the makeshift urn and check that it's still where he put it, switching out the flowers when they wilt. He likes to listen to the sound of birds chirping, insects singing, the faint sound of water trickling in the distance. He likes to turn his face up and feel the sun on his skin, wondering if Cas would do the same if he were here, somehow knowing that he would.
He likes to talk.
There's never a response, but Dean feels the breeze rustle through his hair and watches the flowers bob when bees come to them and stares as the windmill keeps turning, turning, turning. And he imagines that Cas is replying—the windmill is the tilted head, the bobbing flowers are a gentle smile, the breeze is whatever words Dean wants to hear at the time.
Sometimes, it's almost like he's there.
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16 Jun 2025
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“Finish it out,” he grits between clenched teeth. “Go on. Ask it.”
Nolan shifts in his seat. “Are or are you not attracted, at the very least, to Wilson?”
House knocks his forehead against his cane. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
[In which Nolan pulls at the Wilson thread, and House can't stop it all from unraveling. Repression is a hell of a drug.]
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