Monday: Rock This Town!

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Hello, everyone. I’m truthwritaslies and today's theme is Rock This Town! Prompts can be anything involving rocks, whether it's climbing them, carving them, being turned into one, earth-bending, creatures made of rocks, etc..

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ example: Avatar LOK, Toph + OCs Those statues of Toph didn't make themselves.
+ example: The Flintstones, Pebbles/Bam-Bam, When Bam-Bam proposes he gets Pebbles the biggest rock he can find, and then he carves it into their dream house.
+ example: Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danno, "Of course you're also an expert at rock climbing. Is there anything they didn't teach you at SEAL school?" "Actually, I've been doing this since I was a kid."

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Avatar LOK, Toph + OCs Those statues of Toph didn't make themselves.

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The Flintstones, Pebbles/Bam-Bam, When Bam-Bam proposes he gets Pebbles the biggest rock he can find, and then he carves it into their dream house.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danno, "Of course you're also an expert at rock climbing. Is there anything they didn't teach you at SEAL school?" "Actually, I've been doing this since I was a kid."

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Neverending Story, The Rock Biter + family, It's good to have them back, but he still has nightmares about losing them to the Nothing.

Fill - Companions in Adversity 1/2

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That scene in the movie broke my heart so much. Ah. I'm mixing a couple of elements from the book and movies, here, and I gave the Rockbiter's wife a name? Hope that's okay.

Companions in Adversity

"I couldn't hold on to them. The Nothing pulled them right out of my hands. I failed. [...] They look like good, strong hands, don't they?"
--- Pyornkrachzark the Rock Biter, 'The Neverending Story'.


There were times when Lyanrachzym thought that not everything in Fantasia had survived the Nothing unscathed. The naming of the Empress had brought back all that had been lost, herself and her child included, and healed the land until you could believe that it had never been torn. But still. Even still. There were times when she looked about her and saw scars, not of the flesh but of the spirit, that it seemed not even the Empress' power could remove.

Her husband dreamed of the Nothing. Not often. A few nights every season or so, now, though it had been more frequent earlier on. She had hopes that perhaps there would come a time where even those few nights came no more. It was not that time yet, though. He dreamed them still, though rarely, and on those mornings when she woke she would find him sitting on the outcropping above their home, staring blindly. Sometimes he would be looking at the lake, where the Nothing had first made itself known. Sometimes he would be staring southwards, towards the palace of the Empress where all had almost been lost.

And sometimes, the worst of times, for reasons that for many years she had not understood, she found him staring at his own hands. She didn't think she had ever seen a more terrible expression in anyone's eyes than the one she seen in his on those mornings. She had never witnessed a more silent, terrible despair.

Vooshvazool had explained it to her, at last. The Nighthob had not been pleased to have to at first, had muttered furiously under his breath about 'idiot Rockbiters still hung up over nothing', and then had seemed to catch himself suddenly. To hear that word, 'nothing', as it fell from his lips, and find some crack or scar inside his own self to answer it. He had faltered, his irascible nature abruptly dampened, and it had been with a strangely more serious mien that he had explained it to her.

Her husband had watched the Nothing take him, he'd explained, crackling with agitated energy all the while. Pyornkrachzark had tried to hold to them, Vooshvazool and Gluckuk, their bat and their snail. He had pitted his strength against the Nothing in an attempt to save them, had held them in his hands for as long as he possibly could, and in the end ... in the end he had failed. Of course he had. He had watched them be taken from him, and been unable to stop it.

Atreyu had told them later, told Gluckuk once when they had met on the Grassy Sea for a meal and a race, that watching that happen had almost destroyed her husband. The despair she saw in him those nightmare mornings, Atreyu had seen first, while the Nothing still raged around them. Betrayed by his own hands, bereft of family and friend, Pyornkrachzark had determined to follow them. He had decided to simply sit, and wait, and embrace the Nothing when it came. He had surrendered. He had given up.

And now, when he dreamed, when the memory of the Nothing came for him in the night ...

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Ensemble, We're going to steal Monti's Veritas.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers +/ Any, Avatar:TLA fusion: Steve is the next earthbending avatar

1 sentence

[tigriswolf]

"Damnit, Steve, do you have any idea how dangerous this is gonna be!?" Bucky demands, swatting Steve's shoulder, and Natasha rolls her eyes, asking, "Can we get moving now?"

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: TNG, Geordi la Forge/Data, Avatar: TLA fusion: an android and a metalbender in a relationship

[tigriswolf]

Guardians of the Galaxy (2014), Peter Quill + infinity stone, all shall love me and despair

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, author’s choice, the Sirius Black from the Resurrection Stone wakes up in his bed on the morning of October 31, 1981

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, author’s choice, the Sirius Black from the Resurrection Stone wakes up in his 15 year old body at Hogwarts

[lotrspnfangirl.livejournal.com]

Sirius blinked his eyes, wincing back against the sudden burn of light that flooded his senses. He squinted up to see long, red velvet curtains surrounding him, torchlight and sunlight casting it's glow through a crack in the fabric. He was laying on a bed, plush comforter wrapped tightly around his body and he gasped, realization of where he was hitting him hard.

He was home.

Excitement flooded through him and he threw the comforter off of his body, throwing long legs over the side of the bed. The Gryffindor Tower was a welcome site, hitting him with a wave of nostalgia, and yet-- it was different as well.

He looked down at his hands, the smooth, untarnished skin a sharp contrast to the hands he last remembered seeing. Suddenly, a mess of black, unruly hair, popped into his vision and he started as he stared into bright brown eyes. Harry? But…

“Didn’t think you would ever wake up,” The boy mused, giving him a smile. “We’re going to miss breakfast if we don’t hurry up.” The boy turned away and reached for a wand on the nightstand belonging to the bed beside the one Sirius was on. “Must be weird being the new kid, did you transfer from Durmstrang?” Sirius shook his head, confused as he stared at the boy who looked so much like Harry, like—

“I’m James, by the way.” He had turned back around and was holding out his hand.

“Sirius.” James gave him a weird look, a small smile playing on his lips, and took his hand.

“It’s a good name,” He laughed, turning around to head for the doorway. “I’m actually named after my Dad’s Godfather Sirius.” Something tightened in his chest and Sirius swallowed hard, his legs carrying him after the boy, Harry’s boy he realized. He didn’t know why he was given this new chance, but as he walked through the halls beside Harry’s son chatting away, he felt pride and elation swarm through him at this second chance he was given.

He was home.

[falkner]

DCU, Batfamily, let him who is without sin cast the first stone

[tigriswolf]

Marvel movies, author’s choice, the reason Peter Quill could hold the Infinity Stone for so long had nothing to do with whatever the hell his father is and everything to do with his mother – it’s the same thing that let Jane Foster hold the aether for as long as she did. there’s just something about Terrans.

no fill but

[scribblemyname]

I love this prompt

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman: TAS, Harley Quinn/Bruce Wayne, "You can afford a bigger rock than that, right?"

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, using a magical stone as a wedding/bonding ring

Resurrection of Life - Harry Potter, Harry/Voldemort

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Harry had first seen the resurrection stone as a ring on Dumbledore’s finger, the man wearing it like a trophy of some sort on his deadened hand. It wasn't much of a victory gaining the ring and the curse it held killing him, but he wasn't going to tell them man that. Harry only knew the ring for a horcrux at that point, he had never even heard of the resurrection stone before; all he knew was that the ring held part of his lover's soul. Dumbledore had been unable to destroy it yet, unwilling as he was to damage the actual stone, something that Harry was grateful for, even if at the time he hadn't understood why.

Now though Harry knew all about the history of the stone and the ring, how it had been passed down through Marvolo’s family from their Peverell ancestor, and that ancestors’ brush with Death. The stone itself was world famous, part of a bed time story told to little witches and wizards around the world, just like Harry himself really. Many people throughout the years had searched for the ring out of greed, the wish to return their loved ones to them, just like Dumbledore had. Harry hadn’t searched for the ring though, he had acquired it from Dumbledore and returned it to Marvolo, who had in turn gifted it back to Harry today.

He had never imagined that he would be wearing one of the Deathly Hallows on this day, his invisibility cloak was stored safely away, he had no need of it today. He wouldn’t be hiding or invisible, he was proud to be stood at Marvolo’s side. He stood at Marvolo’s side as he pledged himself to him, binding himself to his Lord, the ring that was slid onto his finger an outward representation of the binding. Marvolo kissed the ring on his hand before taking his lips, whispering against them so that only he heard the words, “My gift to you.”

Harry looked at his new husband before looking at the ring and then looking around. His parents and Sirius were stood off to the side of the crowds, smiling at him, tears running down his mother’s ghostly face. They were happy for him, they may not like who he had married, the man had murdered them after all, but they were glad that he was happy. He smiled back at them before turning that smile on his husband, he knew what the other man had meant with this gift; while he would never apologise for their death, it would make their sacrifice worthless, he was sorry for Harry’s childhood. The ring, despite being a symbol of death, was his promise to Harry of a better life.

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Supernatural, Dean; when the rock with a little blue fairy dancing on top of it begins speaking to him in the Darth Vader voice—and begins the conversation with “Dean, I am your father”—Dean realized its way past time to stop drinking

Fill: Blue

[laughablelament]

Dean wandered away from the light and warmth of the bonfire, steadying himself against the nearest tree. And the next one. And the next. The cheerleader he’d followed to this lame ass party had passed out in his lap (dammit all) and he needed to take a –

Whoa.

He staggered as a blue-white light flickered to life just ahead of him. Blasted him good too before it winked out. Night blind, he blundered forward. Looked back over his shoulder to see if he was far enough out from the party to –

Oof.

And down he went, toes tangled up in a patch of gnarled roots, elbows landing hard on the forest floor. He rested his forehead on his fists. He’d get up in a minute, just needed a minute. If he could crawl his way over to that stump right there. If he could pull up to his knees he could –

Dammit!

The light blinded him again. This time, when his eyes re-re-adjusted, he saw a girl (awesome). Obviously some hippie free-love flower chick, too, ’cause she was up on an exposed piece of rock and dressed in nothin’ but her hairdo and twirling around in circles like a –

Glurp.

Okay, probably better not to think too much about twirling.

DEAN. I AM YOUR FATHER.

James Earl Jones?

From this day forward, Dean resolved, he was never drinkin’ Jagermeister again. Hauling himself to his knees he mustered up his finest bravado. “You s’posed to be Darth Vader or Mufasa?”

The girl just kept on twirling.

SEARCH YOUR FEELINGS. YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE.

So. Darth Vader then. “Hey, uh, listen, sister, that’s a pretty neat trick throwin’ your voice like that n’ all and hey. Great choice of movie too but I’m crystal clear on who my Dad– ”

JOIN ME, AND WE CAN RULE THE GALAXY AS FATHER AND SON.

Oookaaay.

Dean shook his head to clear it a little. Maybe somebody had slipped him something. Were there mushrooms on that pizza from earlier? Maybe they were the funny kind of mush –

IT IS YOUR DESTINY.

Screw this.

Getting his feet underneath him, Dean stood, wobbled, but stood. “I’m outta here.” He turned back toward the bonfire. Just gonna have to piss in front of people. He’d done worse in his life. He rallied all five of his functioning brain cells and took a step. Another. Another.

IMPRESSIVE. MOST IMPRESSIVE.

Whatever.

The party was dying down by the time he got back, most of these pussies passing out or heading home. Weird. The bash was in full swing when Angie? Wait, Allie? Or was it – when cheerleader girl had slumped into his chest. Too fucked up to drive (obviously) he stumbled his way to the car and curled up in the backseat to sleep it off.

**

Fata Turchina flopped down on her rock and rested her chin in her hand. Kids these days. It got harder every century to lure them away to Avalon.

Glum, she cursed stupid Oberon and his bright idea to “meet the young ones where they are.” Stupid Oberon and his stupid, stupid leadership seminars.

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Labyrinth. Ludo. The rocks are always on his side.

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any. any. "I don't think rock-climbing is the right hobby for me."

Fill: Daredevil (TV) Matt Murdock + Foggy Nelson

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"Matt, are you sure about - shit! Come down from there!"

"It's fine, Foggy!" Matt's voice comes from way above him, and Foggy tries not to piss his pants watching his blind best friend beat THE CRAG (tm). Visiting the Mall of the Americas had been Matt's idea; they didn't travel much, and the fact that they'd be able to expense this jaunt made Foggy way more open to suggestion.

This is the last damn time he lets Matt Murdock give him ideas. Especially after they've been at Josie's for way too long.

Matt's glasses shake in Foggy's hands; he can't check the trembling and can't believe he went along with the other man's suggestion that they fake the fact that he's oh, I don't know, legally blind so he can get his damn adrenaline on. The teens that are running the mobile rock wall aren't paying them any mind, and Foggy has to bite off his curse as he watches Matt mobil-y move from one toe hold to the other, nimble as a fucking lizard.

"I know you've got - " Foggy stops talking, and twists his mouth, "....er, confidence, but Matt," he sing songs the other man's name, "how about coming down now."

Foggy hears a few whispers and watches the people waiting in line watch Matt. Daredevil aside, Matt's ridiculously good looking (Foggy hears Derrick Zoolander in his mind and this time doesn't stop the curse that comes) and he doesn't blame others for watching. Matt pretty much dances his way up the concrete rock formation, barely needing the toe holds, and when he reaches the top, he executes a perfect half twist over the lip of the thing and lands on the balls of his damn feet.

Foggy's grip on Matt's cane and glasses is tight enough to force a squeak of protest from the metal and plastic - it would serve Matt right if he broke them.

But when Foggy looks up at Matt after gritting his teeth to the point of flattening them - the sheer wattage of Matt's smile is enough to light the world. Matt never smiles like that. Foggy feels the inherent guilt that's been building take over and his sigh rattles his chest. The bright ass lamps in the Mall are too hot and he slumps over to a bench, sitting there dejectedly until Matt joins him, several people stopping him on the way to congratulate his epic and beautiful climb.

"You okay?" he says as he sits next to Foggy, reaching for his shoes and taking the glasses from Foggy's outstretched fingers, slipping them on. "You're breathing heavily and your bp is too high. I'm fine, Foggy. This is the perfect way for me to cheat and enjoy it. And no one will know." His smile is less shiny but Foggy can see he's still living for the high he'd just experienced. Matt deserves to be happy. Especially after everything he's been through and will go through, not only being Daredevil but being part of Nelson and Murdock too. Foggy can release steam more easily than his partner can, and that thought forces a frown to appear.

They stand and Matt takes his cane and they exit the climbing area, the people that had been watching murmuring and is that guy blind?? and Foggy lets Matt take his elbow, even though he knows Matt doesn't really need to.

After walking through the crowds that throng the Mall without saying anything for at least ten minutes, Matt nudges Foggy and says with a quiet voice that makes Foggy smile despite not wanting to, "libations. And burgers."

Even Foggy can smell the cooking meat and onions and grilled veggies without a super-nose, thanks.

"Libations," he agrees, and Matt comes with him easily.

Thirty minutes into their firm-paid-for dinner, Foggy says, "next time you do something like that, it's gonna take more than booze and these lusciously delicious burgers to keep me quiet. Daredevil."

Matt picks up Foggy's sandwich and shoves it into Foggy's mouth, effectively stopping the tirade.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any Whedonverse. any. He (or she) is the rock everyone else leans on.

no fill (yet) but

[scribblemyname]

Zoe Washburne, in my humble opinion

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. "That's not an engagement ring, it's a rock in disguise!"

FILL: Marry Me Baby [Superman: TAS, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, PG]

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

"Lex," Clark says, staring down at him with a wide-eyed expression that puts him rather in mind of an owl, "what is that?"

He doesn't deflate, he is Lex Luthor and Lex Luthor does not deflate, but he does sag a little. Maybe, just maybe. No lawyer could actually pin it on him, "it's an engagement ring."

"Lex," Clark says, rather strictly (albeit still looking like an owl), "that is not an engagement ring, that is a diamond."

"Yes," he says, as calmly as he can considering his current position and the fact that his knees are starting to ache, "set on an engagement ring."

"Dwarfing an engagement ring," Clark corrects, with a certain pinch of his nose that makes him want to throw the ring (and its damned box, and possibly a few desks) out of the window, "honestly, Lex, I'm pretty sure that should be in a museum."

"Maybe I'll take it there, after this," he says, faux sweetly. He's quite proud of that faux sweetness, really, considering the amount of things he currently wants to rip apart with his bare hands, "I'm guessing that you want me to get up now?"

"I-" Clark blinks at him, adorably puzzled. He'd feel more kindly inclined to it, at almost any other time, but currently- "Lex, don't get me wrong, I'm saying yes."

Currently-

...Wait.

"Of course I'm saying yes, don't you ever worry about that," Clark is still speaking, as he fights the sudden - and entirely unseemly - urge to swoon like some fainting maiden across the floor, "it's just- oh, this is going to sound silly. Could you maybe find me a smaller ring?

He's saying yes.

"It's just that... When Lois sees it-"

He's saying yes.

"And my mom. And look, Lex, it's a very sweet gesture but I just can't carry a ring that size around all day-"

They're going to get married.

"And so I don't want to be a bother, but-"

"Don't worry, Clark," he says, and is surprised to find that his mouth has frozen into a huge smile - happiness filling him all the way up to the top, like he could burst from it, "after today, you can have anything that you want."

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any animation (anime/cartoon/etc). any. rock-paper-scissors

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Lavender Brown, she becomes a seer famous for her crystal ball readings

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any, any, head full of rocks

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, taking shelter in a cave

Fill: MCU, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson - "Shelter"

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

It's sort of a follow-up to *THIS* (http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/765816.html?thread=100476024#t100476024)
__________

"It's not perfect, but it'll do for now," Phil said, leading Clint to a cave, supporting his weight the whole time.

The rain was heavy, but at least they still had time until it got dark outside, so there was a chance they wouldn’t have to stay in the cave for too long.

"When was the last time we had to crash in a cave?" Clint asked, trying not to wince as he kept walking, hoping Phil wouldn't notice.

"Brazil, I think," Phil replied as he and Clint looked around, making sure they were indeed the only ones staying in the cave.

"How is your leg?"

"Huh?" Clint turned his head to see Phil observing him attentively.

"Your leg. I saw Ronson kicking you before I shot him."

"I'm fine, sir," Clint replied and Phil sighed, clearly concerned.

"Clint," Phil stepped forward, one hand squeezing Clint's shoulder, waiting for the other man to look at him. "We're not going anywhere for the next two hours at least, so sit down on that rock and let me take a look at your leg."

Clint frowned but sat down as ordered, rolling up one leg of his pants. After Phil decided that it didn’t look as bad as he thought, he just wrapped it carefully and sat down next to Clint, their shoulders touching gently.

"I told you I'm fine," Clint leaned against Phil a little bit. "When will Sitwell get here?"

"If we're lucky? Two hours."

Clint sighed quietly when Phil wrapped one arm around his waist. "We'll lose our reservations, right?"

"Felix still owes me. He'll get us another one," Phil joked, making Clint snort.

"And he'll complain about it for the next month. Seriously, it was our first day off in over six months, and we're stuck in a cave."

"It's not the worst place to be stuck in. It's nothing compared to our trip to Fortaleza" Phil took off his tie and the ruined jacket. It looked like he'd have to buy a new one after all and Clint felt a little bad. It was one of Phil's favorite suits and the chances to save it were slim, judging from the way Phil was looking at the jacket.

"Yeah, well, at least I had forks and spoons to throw at the bad guys there."

"Don't forget the plates," Phil smirked and Clint just shook his head.

"I hate that we hadn’t tried the dessert in the end. Their pumpkin flan looked really great."

"I'll buy you some after we deal with this mess."

"Don't forget the whipped cream."

"Of course not."

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

any, any, pet rock

Iron Man, "The Pet Tony Can Take Care Of"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Tony had never really been interested in pets. They took too much work - dogs had to be trained and walked and fed and someone had to clean the litter boxes for cats and mice and rats were more like test subjects. Horses? Race horses, maybe, that he could throw money at and win money with.

"You don't need a pet," Rhodey said. "You already have those robots and Jarvis."

"Pets are too much work," Tony agreed, pouring them both more whiskey. "But sometimes I come home and my house seems." He pursed his mouth.

"Empty?"

Tony pointed at Rhodey.

"Even with Jarvis and the robots."

Tony blnked a couple of times. "Exactly."

"Fine. Fine. I'll find you a pet. Something even you can take care of."

Tony forgot about it - booze and other, more illicit substances would do that to his memory. But he came home one day to find Rhodey in the house, with a cardboard box, air holes punched in the sides.

"What's that?" Tony asked.

"Well, I did a lot of research and I found the best pet for your lifestyle. So I took the liberty of getting it for you."

Tony's eyebrows danced up and he studied the box. "Uh."

"So you'd better take care of that pet." Rhodey gently picked up the box and passed it to Tony.

"Uh."

"The proper words are 'thank you'."

Tony slowly opened the box, expecting something to leap out at him. Instead, there was a leash and a collar wrapped around..."Is this a rock?"

Rhodey grinned, pushing up to his feet and heading for the door. "Only thing I can trust you not to kill, Tony."

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Supernatural, Sam Winchester/Gabriel OR Jessica Moore, finding the perfect engagement ring

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Sam sighed, completely overwhelmed as he looked around the store. Diamonds with their even shinier price tags seemed to scream at him, mocking him from their glass cases. He could see the clerk he had dealt with the day before, eyeing him from across the store, preparing to begin his assault in roping Sam in to getting the biggest, most perfect diamond that money could afford. It made Sam’s stomach churn.

Because this? This ring and everything it symbolized was important. Whatever he chose would mean everything in the long run. If it wasn’t big enough, he didn’t love her enough. If it was gaudy and huge, he was over compensating. If he didn’t design it, he wasn’t good enough. And if she didn’t like the ring he did choose? Well… He wished Dean was here.

Sam moved forward to the first display, letting his hands press flat against the glass, the heat from the lights below warming his palms. The diamonds stared up at him, sparkling innocently. He trailed over the rings and felt a presence beside him. He sighed, forcing a smile on his face to prepare for the sales man, but was met instead with bright blue eyes.

“Jess?” He choked, jumping as she slid her arm through his, her hand running down his arm until she found his hand.

“I like solitaires.” She smiled, giving his fingers a squeeze. “Nothing too big. The only thing I really want to show off for the rest of my life is you, Sam Winchester.” She pressed up on her toes to catch his lips in a soft kiss. “You’re what’s important.”

“How… I didn’t…” Sam shook his head, looking down at her confused. Her smile sent something warm through him, comforting and grounding him.

“I love you, babe. And I know you. You’ve been nervous all week.” She chuckled and looked up as the clerk finally made his way over to them. “Hello,” She smiled at him, squeezing Sam’s hand again. Sam honestly didn’t know how he got so lucky.