So, this goes out to Nikki because basically she’s fabulous and one of my best friends on here. And I call her turd a lot (and when I say a lot, I mean a lot) but despite all that I think she’s very rad and she’s one of my favorite people to fangirl with. She’s also a great person and if Karl Urban was younger, I think he’d love her lots because she’s basically perfect (oh, and also Tom Hiddleston and basically a whole lot of other people because she’s really that great). And she’s also super talented like I really love her writing a lot and she’s basically wonderful (and she has a beautiful lamp which you haven’t lived ‘til you’ve seen it). And basically I love her a lot and if you’re not talking to her you’re missing out because she’s one of the coolest people I’ve met on here. I love you lots Nikki and I bet Ross does too ;)
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Dean Winchester couldn’t understand why his siblings were so averse to a little fun. It was only one party—and on New Year’s Eve at that. If anything, it was the perfect day to go out and party and let loose and not give a fuck. But, clearly, Charlie and Sam didn’t share that view. “Losers,” Dean muttered under his breath, as he slid into the driver’s seat of his Impala.
Starting the car, he was greeted with the familiar tune of Asia’s Heat of the Moment. A smile immediately spread across his face; if only Sam was here. His reaction to the song would have been priceless—but clearly, Star Wars marathons with Charlie beat a party. Sam was never going to get laid, that’s for sure. Neither was Charlie, for that matter—but he’d already established that a long time ago. It seemed like the only person she wanted to get laid by was Princess Leia.
He just had to be the only cool kid in a family full of prudes. Just my luck, Dean thought sardonically, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.
It actually shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him, that he would be the only one willing to attend the party hosted by Crowley. His two siblings had always been goody-goodies. He’d grown up around those two reprimanding him for every illegal thing he’d done—which, surprisingly, wasn’t that much. The extent of his illegal activity would probably have to be drinking underage. But that wasn’t a huge misdemeanor or anything, so he didn’t see why those two were always on his backs about it. (Then again, when weren’t they on his backs? It was always something or the other with them.)
Sometimes, Dean just wished that he had someone to attend these parties with. Sure, he had his friend Benny, but Benny wasn’t exactly up for these kinds of things. He preferred to stay away from parties; why Dean even hung out with someone who was so clearly unwilling to have fun, he had no idea. It probably had to do with the fact that Benny was the one constant in his life; whenever Dean needed him, he always showed up, no questions asked. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that Benny had never let Dean down. And that was why Dean kept him around. He’d never had anyone like that before in his life, so he couldn’t help but enjoy having someone who valued him that much.
His own father had walked out on him, not sparing one glance back. Sure, his mother was there, but for how long? Raising all three of the Winchester kids had tired her, and he couldn’t count on her to be for him all the time when she had two other kids to look after. Sam and Charlie, well those two had always been closer than he had been with either one of them.
Benny was the only person who was always there for him, and Dean cherished that more than anything. Sometimes, though, that wasn’t enough. Benny’s friendship wasn’t enough to stop Dean from feeling this deep bit of emptiness in his stomach at night when he lay in his bed at night, tossing and turning as he tried to sleep. There was something missing in Dean—that much was obvious—but he didn’t know what. And it bugged him. It was enough to induce bouts of insomnia that Dean couldn’t fight off, no matter how hard he tried.
