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When Ilya Rozanov goes down on the ice, the Boston Bears are already moving to defend their captain. No one expects Shane Hollander, captain of the Montreal Voyageurs, to be the one who throws the first punch.
Or: the Boston Bears figure out Ilya and Shane’s relationship first—and decide that instead of letting their captain move to fucking Ottawa, they’ll just kidnap a his boyfriend instead. Shane Hollander would make a better Bear anyway.
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BRILL!!! GO BEARS!!!
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Mystery Work
Part of Harry/Draco Big Bang 2021, Archived Works
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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This was really really really good actually
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When Sam finds Dean after the Empty, after everything, there is blood on his brother’s face. A handprint laid across his cheek in what should be reminiscent of their father’s brutal touch but only appears as reverence, as worship. Dean is in the middle of the dungeon, his hands gripping his thighs so tightly Sam knows they’ll be bruised, and he is on his knees. He looks like he’s praying.
To what, Sam will never understand.
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Food is complicated for Dean. Although, it’s not food as much as it is hunger. He can appreciate a good hamburger for just being a hamburger, but starvation he has a more complicated relationship with. The feeling should be something that’s easier to condemn than it is, but it’s intermingled with nostalgia and memories of his father and the feeling of doing good by Sam. He loves food, but he misses missing it sometimes.
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“When I was a kid, I didn’t always get what I needed,” Dean says, unsure why he’s spilling his guts to Cas without preamble. “Food-wise, I mean. Dad… he didn’t always leave enough money to feed both of us. Sam was young. He didn’t deserve the bullshit Dad put us through, so I spent it all on him…”
Words fail him, so he wraps his hand around the spoon, fantasizing about taking a bite but not going through with it. He can’t bring himself to.
“Interesting that Sam would be the one to stop Famine, then, considering he caused yours,” Cas says because Cas isn’t stopped by things like shame.
“It wasn’t his fault.”
“It wasn’t yours, either.”
(WHAT?!)
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Mary knows logically that demons and angels are the polar opposites of each other, but she still finds herself startled that lights don’t flicker every time Castiel enters a room. She looks up, her eyes blurry from straining to read her husband’s writing in the dim light of a lamp. The angel stands silently, tilting his head, and she feels guilty for telling Dean angels watched over him. The pressure of those eyes are not for a child to bear.
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“Listen, Mom.” Mary thinks that if someone showed her a picture of her face when she had walked in on Azazel above her baby, it would be similar to the way Sam is looking at her now. “I love you. Having you back has been incredible, and I know it’s been really hard adjusting. I wanna give you the time you need. But I won’t put up with this. Dean’s dealt with enough bullshit already, more than even I know about, and I won’t let him deal with it from you. You’re blood, but how you treat Dean decides whether or not you’re family.”
“Sam, I don’t care,” she rushes out, placing a hand on his shoulder. He leans in without thinking. She’s not sure he even notices his own reaction. “I wasn’t… you’re my boys. I love you both, and nothing could change that. I just… I just want you both happy. Castiel, does he make Dean happy?”
Dean swears suddenly, in a language unfamiliar to Mary. She and Sam look over to see Castiel laughing, his eyes glowing a little more than usual.
“Dean, that’s not even a word in Enochian.”
“Yeah, well. There was no direct translation for ‘motherfucker,’ so I made do.”
“You just said ‘your mother has sexual relations with my mother.’”
Dean laughs so hard he doubles over, clutching Castiel’s shoulder. Castiel smiles, and the air in the room shifts. There’s a creaking like old bones being stretched, and for a moment Mary swears she can see the shadows of broken wings behind the angel.
“Yeah,” Sam says without looking back at her. “Yeah, he makes him happy.”
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He stands abruptly, straightening his trench coat that she has yet to see him without, and shoves his hands into his pockets. It’s very human of him, she notes. She’s beginning to understand the way Sam speaks about him.
As he descends the steps, heading to the halls where the bedrooms are like he might check on her sons the way she used to, he stops. His voice rings in her ears like a radio on the wrong frequency as he says, “Sam’s first word… when you ask, Dean will tell you it was ‘dad.’ He’ll be lying. It was ‘Dean.’”