hasperkynipples: ([dean] emo)
[Set in [livejournal.com profile] openpagesfor_me. [livejournal.com profile] huntersdaughter is used with permission and love, while Crowley is an NPC.]

Spoilers through 522: Swan Song )

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hasperkynipples: ([text] *glee*)
[Set in [livejournal.com profile] openpagesfor_me. [livejournal.com profile] huntersdaughter is used without permission but lots of love, and Lucas is an NPC. Set about three years from where they are now.]

It became obvious that Dean was just as much a vidiot as his son when Jo caught him on the couch watching Dora the Explorer.

Dean hadn’t intended on getting sucked in. Lucas was approaching bed time with no sign of slowing down, and the only way to get him to sit still for more than five minutes was to turn on the idiot box. Then it was like he was put into some kind of trance, and the only sign of life would be a bit of laughter at whatever happened to be going on on-screen. Lucas was two and Dean was exhausted after doing a week’s worth of work in a day, but Jo had to work and someone needed to watch the midget, then get him to crash out for the night. It wasn’t even a matter of sugar, really. The kid just had way too much energy.

“Dad?”

“Yeah, Luke?”

“Can I watch Wonder Pets?”

“Will it put you to sleep?”

“Daaaaaaaad—”

“Alright, alright, fine. Wonder Pets are go.”

“That’s not how it goes.”

“I think that’s how it goes,” he replied, before hauling Lucas up onto his shoulder. His son giggled over his shoulder until Dean plopped him down on the couch.

“That’s not how it goes,” he repeated.

*** )

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hasperkynipples: ([text] need a freakin' nap)
[Set in the Detective AU. Sam is [livejournal.com profile] likely_evil and used with permission from his mun who made a request for Dean and Sam future!fic with the prompt “quarters.” Jo is [livejournal.com profile] ironknifehunter and her I don’t have permission for, but I steal with love. ♥ ]

The insomnia started in prison. Long nights with a bunkmate who liked to beat the shit out of him followed by long nights all by himself in solitary just him staring at the walls and trying not to lose his mind. It was only four years, but those four years were enough to screw with his sleep process just enough. It was one of the main reasons why he drank—at least, one of the ones that he’d admit to—and added in his own mix of sleeping aids on top of it. Looking back on it now, he was lucky he didn’t kill himself with that stuff, but that was a whole other story.

Him getting sober wasn’t the problem. In fact, him getting sober was probably the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he was sticking with it. The problem with him being sober was that he hadn’t slept in three days and he was starting to doubt he ever would. It was two-thirty in the morning, there was nothing on TV, and he still wasn’t any closer to sleeping than he already was. He needed to do something. He just didn’t know what it was.

He switched off the TV for a moment, sitting in the silence of his apartment until he felt fingers itching for the cool feel of a glass under his palm and he reached for his phone instead. He knew that no one but his sorry ass was gonna be up at this time of night, but he was going to bother them anyway. Better than hating himself later for going out and finding a bottle of Jack to down. It wasn’t long before he stumbled across his brother’s number and was placing the phone to his ear. It rang three times before his brother’s sleep-heavy voice on the other end of the line.

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hasperkynipples: ([dean] that what you think)
[Set in [livejournal.com profile] wayward_au. Jo is [livejournal.com profile] ironknifehunter and used with permission from her mun who made a request for a Micheal!Dean/Jo kiss. Somewhat in relation to THIS.]

“Every man at some point in his life is going to lose a battle. He's going to fight and he's going to lose. But what makes him a man, is that in the midst of that battle, he does not lose himself.”

Angels don’t sleep.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t, or that they wouldn’t, for that matter, they just—didn’t. It wasn’t a necessity, and it wasn’t something they were used to. Humans, however needed their sleep. It was a necessity, and Michael had been used to sleeping for almost fifty years. That was why after the first few nights of staying with Jo, he found himself starting to join her. It was—relaxing, almost. The slow rhythm of her breathing against his chest and the warmth of her body against his was familiar. It was more of the reason why he was coming to her in the first place, the idea of familiarity and comfort that didn’t come from his family. That couldn’t come from his family. And it was that sense of safety that allowed him to relax just enough to close his eyes and drift off into something that had to be sleep.

The first time it happened, he was only out for about an hour before he jerked himself awake again. It startled him a bit, that he had lost his sense of awareness for that long, but then a part of him reminded himself that it was natural, at least for the human part of him. He wouldn’t say it was necessary, but it wasn’t wrong. Over the next few nights, he let himself drift off longer, a few hours at most, and he was always awake before she did. He wasn’t sure if it was a conscious choice, or just the way things happened to work out, but it was nice, waking up and still finding her asleep next to him.

*** )

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hasperkynipples: (dean tired)
[Jo not binding on any muse but the one in my head, and any OOCness is totally my bad considering I don’t write Jo—ever. Sam is [livejournal.com profile] likely_evil.]

Spoilers for 404: Metamorphosis )

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