Home of Ships [Supernatural, with Sabriel, Destiel and Mischifer]

A fangirls New Year

It was six days later, or, New Years Eve, and Charlie still felt like screaming.

One of her ship had sailed.

It had actually sailed.

They had kissed.

She frowned and smiled at the same time, giving a weird version of a melancholic smirk that she seemed to have plastered on her face most of the time.

That never happened normally.

Her ships never sailed.

Yet, Destiel had sailed. And, to Charlie's joy, the couple was holding hands and talking to each other in low voices, Cas leaning his head on Deans shoulder and drawing patterns, with his finger, on the blond's hands.

She shifted her attention around her. Since day one she realized she was surrounded by three ships that needed to sail.

Her eyes flickered to her right as she remembered Kevin.

Yeah there was also Kevin. But he was practically married to last minute work.

Coming back to her ships, Mischiefer was doing great as they continued to bicker like an old married couple.

An extract of one of their many conversations:

'You said we were gonna go running every morning!' Micheal said in protest when Lucifer stated he'd never run again after they'd jogged about a hundred meters from the cafeteria to classrooms.

'Bullshit new year resolution.' He swore, as he, aggressively, chugged a can of coke.

'You can't break a New Years resolution before... before new year!' Micheal had responded with wild gestures.

'Oh shut up.' Satan grabbed his totally-not-boyfriend's hands and pulled them down.

And Sabriel had been closed up in their room, binge watching three different shows. And seven movies.

Speaking of movies, normal people would have been, in the last hours of the year, partying or some other stuff social stuff that Charlie didn't know about.

Instead, the eight of them were squished in Lucifer's and Micheal's room because it was the biggest (Lucifer rules this school– it does have some good parts about it) and had the lights turned off, all windows closed and shut tightly as they watched a marathon of all marvel movies, the avenger timeline (they would do the xmen timeline the next week) in correct order. Between the Avengers, the Captain Americas, the Iron Mans, the Hulks, the Thors and the Ant man movie, they had about a whole one to two day worth of movies. It had taken Gabriel about twenty minutes to put all of them in the proper order, the timeline being more messed up than the Zelda timeline (if you get this reference I will send you an actual pie okay (no I won't but kudos to you though)).

'Guys this is the last thirty minutes of 2016. Should we do anything?'

Kevin was the only one actually paying attention to the time as they went through their fourth batch of popcorn and sixth movie (they didn't want to think about the amount of soda they'd drunk).

'No.' Both Charlie and Sam, the biggest Marvel fans, said in unison without turning their heads.

'Yes.' Lucifer, Micheal, Gabriel and Dean all contradicted them and stated moving off the couch, Dean pausing the movie. He received two death stares from Charlie and his brother, both stares that could have killed a man. Dean was fine though, he'd already died a couple of hundred times, most on Tuesdays.