Firsts - Wednesday

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Happy Wednesday Folks!

Today I thought we'd try out one of my favorite things (and see if LJ won't eat my post this time): First times! Of course, this can mean so many things from first steps, first words, first day at school to first crush, first kiss, first car, first sex, first fight, first time off world, first time coming home...the possibilities are endless.

Please remember to follow the rules, no more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 in any one fandom. Feel free to come back and prompt more if yours get answered in the course of the day.

Please be kind to our hard working code-monkeys and format your prompts properly:

SPN, John, first night alone
Leverage, Eliot, first kill
Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, first awkward kiss

As always, if none of today's prompts tickle your fancy go visit our lonely prompts and pick one out for yourself.

Have fun folks!

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SPN, John, first night alone

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This may not be what you were expecting but it's where the muses took me.

It was too quiet there in the dark. There was a faint buzz from the clock on the bedside table. The heater under the window gave off a slight hissing sound and the bathroom facet had a slow drip.

John shifted against the headboard of the unfamiliar motel bed and his eyes were drawn to the glowing red 1:12 AM. ‘About time for Dean to be waking up from the nightmares and climbing into Sammy’s crib’ he thought. He always could tell when Dean made the move. The crib had a creak to it when Dean’s weight started moving over the side and then settled in.

John lifted the bottle to his lips and took another swig. He missed his boys, knowing that they were close by and relatively safe. He hated the fact that the Thing had been in Sammy’s nursery. That piece of information still had him freaked wondering ‘Why?’. But the boys were with Jim for the next two weeks. Dean was in kindergarten now and needed to be in school. It was also a chance for the boys and Jim to get to know each other better. John had no intention of dieing but had made arrangements for Jim to take custody of the boys if something did happen. There was no one else and the minister knew what was out there. He knew how to protect the Sammy and Dean. He would keep them together.

John took another drink as he stared into the dark. It was November again. A little over a year since they had lost Mary. There was that stereotype of grief that you get wasted on the anniversary of the death, yell, break things and then go on. The truth was a lot uglier. There was the creeping depression for weeks before. It had been a relief when the date had arrived and he could move on.

John had found himself sitting in Jim’s living room reading a book on demonology waiting for Dean to come home from school. Sammy taking wobbly steps around the room. He realized that it was time to really start. The boys were getting older. He had a back up plan for their safety. He’d spent most of the last year gathering intelligence on his enemies and the war he was now in the middle of. He had gone on a couple of salt and burns. It was time to take it to the next step.

He had set up a meeting with Elkins for some specialty training. Which was why he was here alone in this motel room his thoughts coming full circle. Thinking about the boys, trying not to think about Mary. The clock had moved to 1:16AM. John took another swig from the bottle.

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Leverage, Eliot, first kill

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I love you for this...I've been talking a lot about Eliot this week...writing now...shhh...don't tell my boss

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Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, first awkward kiss

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"So, is that it, then?"

"Derek, I already told you: I'm fine."

Derek sighs, leaning back in the seat of his car. "And I already told you that I don't buy that--"

"Look, see?" By way of making his point, Spencer pulls his arms into various contorted poses. "Still fully functional, I can--"

"Pretty boy, you've just been held hostage by a religious whackjob for three days. Again. And this time, you had to watch Emily get hurt. Forgive me for being concerned about your well being--"

Spencer wrinkles his nose. "You're not being concerned about my well being! You're practically babying me -- I mean, you already drove me home, I think I'm okay enough to get myself in--"

Derek leans across the middle console and kisses him.

Derek kisses him.

Derek is kissing him, and Spencer's mind might be blank, but he thinks he's kissing back.

It seems to be too long and not long enough, when Derek finally pulls back.

Lamely, Spencer concludes his previous thought: "...side."

Derek tucks a piece of hair behind Spencer's ear. "So. Is that it, then?"

"I... was your nose supposed to crash into mine?"

Derek smiles. "I'll take that as permission to help you in."

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Numbers, Charlie/Colby, first realization

Charlie/Colby - First Realization

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What is it with this professor guy that I just can't stop staring? Maybe it’s the math, yeah, that’s what it is. The math. I’ve never seen anything like it before, it’s just really interesting.

God, Granger, get a grip on yourself!! The math? Seriously? A new found fascination for equations? Face it Granger, you’re attracted to the guy. Big time. No denying it.

No way!! He’s a dude!! Colby Granger is a 100% ladies man.

Hmm, is he now? Well it looks like life’s gonna get pretty interesting then doesn’t it, judging by the way you’re checking out his ass.

“Colby?”

"What?"

“I said, it’s okay if you aren’t following,” Charlie inclined his head to the board.

Oh no. Busted.

"It’s just,” Charlie continued, “you've been staring at the board for the past ten minutes.”

Oh fuck!

“Ummm, yeah, the board, staring at the board.” A slow flush crept across Colby’s cheeks.

Jesus Granger, can you try and sound any more lame?

“I could try and explain it in simpler terms, if you were really interested?” Charlie tilted his head hopefully, his lip caught between his teeth.

Ooh, yeah, you’re interested alright Granger. Now act cool, you’re a cool guy, you can do this, you’re army trained for Gods sake.

“Maybe over lunch?”

Smooth.

“Sure, lunch sounds great, let me grab my notes.”

“Here, I’ll get them for you.”

Colby gathered together all the paper and notepads from the desk. A small satisfied smile quirked at Charlie’s mouth, which broadened into a grin when he met Colby’s gaze.

A corresponding spark of something flared in Colby’s chest and he looked away, the eye contact too much to handle.

Holy Christ Toto, I don’t think were in Idaho anymore.

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Leverage - Parker - first time in her office (season 1)

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Good Omens, Crowley/Aziraphale, first temptation.

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It was almost over. The old monk was dying, and the fire was already threatening to engulf the room.
"Well, I guess you won this round," said Aziraphale with a sigh. "Shame about all the books."
"Oh, don't worry," said Crowley, "he'll get extra punishment for burning down the library. You know how fond Lucifer is of books. Knowledge and all that."
"Yeah, but, still... That's the only copy of Aristoteles' On Laughter. It'll be gone."
Aziraphale ran a finger on the scroll, looking wistfully at it. Crowley didn't really understand why the Heaven he cared so much about what some Greek old geezer had to say about laughter, but the look on Aziraphale's face made it too easy for the demon in him.
"Why don't you take it with you?" he asked Aziraphale.
Privately, he was wondering what he was doing, trying to tempt and angel. Aziraphale, of course, was shocked.
"Steal a book? I can't do that!"
"Why not?" asked Crowley casually. "It will be gone anyway. You know what they say: things belong to those who make them better. I don't think the monastery will care much about the ashes."
Crowley was surprised to see that Aziraphale saw his point.
"Yes, but... but," he sputtered.
"I mean, the most important thing is that the manuscript shouldn't get lost, right? After all, it is a defining work for Western philosophy."
"Yes, but, still..."
Aziraphale suddenly gave Crowley a sharp look.
"Why do you care?" he asked, but Crowley could see that he had already won. It was strange how the flames were staying away from the scroll.
"I don't," said Crowley. "It's just that, you know, just because I drove some crazy old fart to poison a bunch of people, set a library on fire and commit suicide doesn't mean I want to start another Dark Age. Remember, the 8th century?"
He gave a theatrical shudder.
"Well, I don't think we should interfere with the Divine Plan. If we have to live through another Dark Age, then so be it," said Aziraphale, and he walked towards the exit without another look towards the books that were catching fire.
Years later, Crowley was going through Aziraphale's trunk, and he stumbled on an ancient parchment scribbled in ancient Greek.
"Son of a bitch," he whispered to himself, grinning.
So it was possible to tempt an angel after all. The 14th century was going to be even more fun than he thought.

and comment_fic hits my firsts kink again <3

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Heroes, Nathan, first flight of his own volition/to test out his power

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Fringe, William Bell, first visit to the "other side"

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Torchwood, Janto, Ianto's first time with a man

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Chuck, Devon & Chuck, First time Devon patches Chuck up after a mission

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Sorry for writing Chuck as a little less nice than he is - this is just the story that came.

"Wow, how did this happen?" Devon asked, inspecting the long cut and surrounding scrapes on the back of Chuck's leg.

"Um, sorry, Devon. Can't tell you."

Devon nodded in understanding. "Got it, bro. Classified."

Yeah, thought Chuck, classified. Because there's no reason for you to know that I slid down a hill because I accidentally tripped and I cut my leg on a rock. And that I was pantsless because a nice lady asked me to be. And that the nice lady turned out to be Fulcrum. And that Casey had seen me lying on the ground in my boxers and laughed at me. Jerk.

"So you probably don't need stitches, Chuck. That's good. Just let me clean it up a little and bandage up."

"Thanks, Devon," Chuck said as he lay on his stomach, wincing at the wet cloth Awesome applied to his hurty albeit minor injury.

"So, Chuck, um... you weren't in any real danger were you?" Awesome asked in a very very exaggeratedly casual voice.

Wow, thought Chuck, Awesome's 'I'm trying to be casual' voice is not all that awesome.

But Chuck was a little concerned about the question. It was such a relief not to lie to everyone, but he didn't want Devon to have to lie to Ellie about whether he almost died. Devon was an honest guy and Chuck really didn't want to take that from him.

"No, Devon. No real threat. You know me, I can handle myself." Chuck turned his head and grinned.

"Awesome," was the reply.

Chuck soon let out a high-pitched scream.

"Relax, Chuck, it's just rubbing alcohol. I didn't realize spies were so... sensitive."

"Ummm," Chuck tried to breathe steadily as he replied, "Yeah, of course, Devon. This just brings up bad memories is all. You know, of when I was deep in it."

"Deep in what?"

"It. You know, IT."

Awesome looked at him sympathetically. "Of course, Chuck, sorry. I'll give you more warning next time."

Chuck smiled as he tried to hold back tears. "Awesome," he said.

He let Awesome bandage him up in silence and then Awesome slapped him hard on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Good as new, Mr. Bond."

"Thanks, Devon. But you know what? If John Casey ever needs you to patch him up, you can't act like that."

"Really? Like what?"

"You know, with a nice bedside manner. I mean it's great for your other patients, but Casey is really old-school. He'll feel totally insulted and emascualted and violated if you're even a little bit nice to him."

"Are you sure Chuck? Because in med school they teach us that -"

"Trust me, Devon. Casey is the type of guy who won't respect you unless you refuse to give him anasthetic the first time he asks for it. It's like an unwritten code."

"Seriously, bro?"

"Totally serious. If you want to help our team, you have to learn spy culture."

"Okay. Thanks for telling me, Chuck. You're a good man."

"You too, Awesome."

"What?"

"Devon. I said Devon."

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Torchwood, Rhys/Gwen, first child

torchwood, rhys/gwen, first child

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spoilers for Children of Earth.



they make a mess of it, like all parents do. they argue about her involvement in torchwood, in the rebuilding work after ianto's death and jack's grief-stricken exit from their lives. gwen says that the rift won't monitor itself, while rhys thinks that it's too much stress on the baby. in the quiet time after the arguments, she weeps onto his shoulder, telling him how recruiting lois habiba and john hart and a doctor that martha jones recommended... how rebuilding torchwood from its ashes is the only thing that stops her from mourning the teammates she's lost in so short a time.

they buy all the wrong food and the right toys, paint the nursery pink, then blue, then yellow, then green after gwen has a nasty run in with an alien that teaches her to hate the color yellow. she gets as big as a house and her mood swings run on a schedule that rhys can't get used to, no matter how he tries.

but they do try. they make compromises and on the day that the baby is born, rhys is holding her hand and the little boy is perfect. ten fingers and toes, a wild little curl of hair at the top of his head and lungs fit for any welshman.

gwen thanks god above for lucking out with her man when rhys suggests they name him ianto.

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RDJ/ Val Kilmer, meeting for the first time

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I'm on it... For some reason this prompt made my muse all kinds of happy

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Supernatural, Lucifer, First experiences of the world post s4

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The first thing he saw was darkness, and he smiled to see it, because it was the darkness of ink. It was the darkness of slate. It was the darkness of potential. And as he rose, the Morningstar in the East, he brought with him from the depths the sort of Light that had not been seen since the first day. He carried it upon his wings and he used it to shape the darkness around him.

His feet, bare and new, felt the floor beneath him. It was stone, and cold, and sticky with blood, and perfect. He ran a few steps, to feel the blood pounding through his veins, to pound the blood he felt beneath his feet.

Four forms lay before him, prostate at his entrance. Two were women, gutted open with knife or magic, their glassy eyes staring upward. Both smelt of fire and of hatred, and he knelt to suck in the air they left behind.

Two were men, and they, too, smelt of fire. They smelt of fire and of tears and of love, and they yet breathed their own air, their eyelids fluttering as if in nightmare.

Lucifer smiled to see it, and let them sleep. They would wake to true nightmare soon enough. Who says the devil doesn't have mercy?

He raised his eyes further, and saw the cross set into the end of the room. A church. He was brought up to a church. His smile grew, and he gripped the base of the church with bare, new hands that pulsed with strength. Squeezing and lifting, he swing the huge cross round his shoulders and planted it again, upside down, back on its pedestal.

There were splinters in his hands, marring their perfect white skin. He bared his teeth at them, and they shivered and fell, leaving red pinpricks like stars against his palm.

Lucifer leaned forward and pressed his new galaxy into the open bible on the pedestal, overwriting the gospels with constellations of blood.

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X-Men Origins: RPS - Taylor/Hugh - first 'I love you'

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It's silly really how you can end up in a relationship without really meaning to. This was supposed to be something fun and light, something to entertain them both while on set. A release, a fling. It wasn't supposed to end up like this.

He knew it was different when Taylor slipped on set. He was doing the scene where he runs over the roofs and it was late, the air was moist and he slipped. And Hugh felt his heart leap up in his throat before the safety line pulled taut and the young man hung there while cursing the weather, his shoes and everything else to hide his own fear. He knew it was different because in those few seconds of free fall he saw his life without the young man's laughter, kisses and smiles and it seemed impossible. He knew he was screwed.

The words slipped out later that night. After he had made sure Taylor was unharmed with his hands and his tongue and made him scream hoarsely as he came with his legs wrapped around Hugh's waist and before they both slipped into sleep. Taylor's only response was to snuggle closer and hum contently.

It's silly really how something that started so small could grow to something so big. All t took was a fall from a roof and a few muttered words.

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Runaways, Gert/Chase first time sleeping together

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Leverage, Parker/Hardison, she's falling in love for the first time

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Parker watched as Hardison tried to explain to Eliot another gizmo he'd put together. Their hitter didn't really care one way or the other how Hardison put this and into that and made a connection here. But Parker found it all the amusing anyway. Finally he gave up and spotted her; his face broke into a big smile and the way Hardison's eyes lit up at the sight of her made her stomach do strange things.

"Hey Parker," he slid up next to her, "I bet you want to hear about my new iPod, but it's not just an iPod.." She didn't really care that she couldn't understand half of what he was saying. She just really enjoyed listening to Hardison talk.

Later that night she went out with Sophie to get a drink; she was upset about whats-his-name breaking up with her and apparently this was what girlfriends did for each other.

"Why does my stomach do weird flips when Hardison smiles at me?" Sophie had fallen silent and Parker felt it was the best time to bring up her dilemma.

Sophie choked on her drink a little and the back pounding Parker gave was not welcomed. "Only when he smiles at you?" she asked with amusement in her voice.

"Well, when he gets really excited about something or if he laughs or if-"

"Parker," Sophie cut her off and covered her hand, "it's sounds like you may like Hardison."

Parker gave Sophie her best 'duh' look, "of course I like Hardison. He's my friend; right we are friends?"

"Of course you're friends. I mean it sounds like you," Sophie giggled, "like like him."

"Oh come on that's so preschool." Parker took a sip of her drink, "do you mean...?"

"You might be starting to love him?" Sophie asked gently.

Parker grinned and thought about the kiss they had shared. It had been for the con at the time, but she had thought about it. "I guess," she looked away and felt her cheeks heat up. "Do you think he likes me?"

Sophie burst into laughter, "dear me girl. Of course he likes you!"

She started dancing in her seat; this was cool. She maybe loved someone and he, according to Sophie and she trusted Sophie when it came to figuring people out, definitely liked her. Hopefully he more than liked her; like liked her.

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Angel the Series, Illyria, the first time S/He ruled the world things were done a little differently

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King Arthur (film), Arthur/Lancelot, first time one of them saved the other's life

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Being Human, Mitchell/OMC, first kill

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The woods are quiet as death, they press in around Mitchell and the desecrated bodies of his men.

He digs with his bare hands like a mad man in the soil. It gets everywhere, his eyes, his mouth and nose. He’s digging graves for his men, they deserve that courtesy even amidst war. Especially amidst war.

They sacrificed their lives in his service and now it’s the least he can do. The very least.

Their bodies are dead weight and the smell of their putrid blood, oozing sluggish and cold as he puts them in their hole, should make him nauseous, turn his stomach in disgust. But it only amplifies his hunger.

It gnaws at his stomach even as men he knew, all by name, slide into the ditch he’s dug as their grave.

Jimmy Labens, Charlie Archer, Rob McCanny, Joe Carls, Will Tho-

“John…” Will’s parched whisper speaks of immeasurable pain. The gaping hole blown through his Allied uniform reveals mangled flesh and his face is marred with soot and char.

Mitchell’s nostrils flare as he draws the injured man forward into his arms. In his new, monstrous state, Mitchell can taste death on the air, it’s encroaching rapidly on his fallen comrade. His gut churns even as if clenches in need.

“You’ll be alright.” Mitchell assures as the private begins to shake like a leaf in the wind.

His words do nothing to soothe, if anything the shakes become more pronounced. Will’s hand, bloody for trying to staunch the flow of his own wounds, brushes Mitchell’s cheek, just below his eye.

Mitchell can see where his irises reflect black in the Will’s own wide gaze.

“Demon?” Will swallows convulsively and begins to push away from Mitchell, but there is no strength in his efforts.

Mitchell can feel the blood as it pounds through Will’s veins, faster in his panic. It spills from the ruptured skin of his shoulder, flowing anew. As Will weakens, Mitchell pulls him closer, he can feel it as his former comrade’s life finally slows with final death and can no longer resist.

He’s the one shaking now as his black eyes slid shut in bliss. The blood is hot on his tongue; it burns down his throat like good liquor and settles low in his gut just the same.

By the time he’s full Will is dead. His blue eyes stare at Mitchell in accusation, even as he pushes the body into the ditch to rest in peace with all their fellows.

His own self-disgust is a tangible thing, a corporeal companion at his side. Dry heaving into a nearby bush, Mitchell coughs and chokes around his own tongue, but no blood comes back up.

When his throat is finally so raw and bruised that it hurts to breathe, Mitchell buries the rest of his men beneath a mound of dirt, hoping that when next he shuts his eyes he’ll see only a pile of newly turn soil instead of that dead gaze.

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Kane RPS/Leverage/AtS, Chris/Steve/Eliot/Lindsey, first time Steve got to join in the sex

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Lindsey pulled Christian to a stop at the door way, one hand wrapped around his elbow. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked carefully.

Christian dragged his eyes away from the bed where Steve was slowly stripping Eliot. "What?"

"This," Lindsey gestured. "Us. Steve." He moved to stand in front of Christian, kissing him on the lips. "You sure about this?"

Christian nodded. "Never been more sure about anything. You and Eliot and Steve... y'all the most important people in my life and I want... I need..."

"Ok." Lindsey smiled. "Just wanted to check." He smile widened at the low moans Steve was drawing from Eliot, and he looked over his shoulder in time to see Eliot's cock in Steve's mouth. "Fuck..." He exhaled sharply, then grabbed Christian's hand, tugging him across the room to join Eliot and Steve on the bed.

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Kane RPS, Vampire!Steve/Chris, first bite

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"Tell me," Steve demanded, arms crossed over his chest. He stared at Christian's back, watching the human pace up and down the room in front of him.

"It's... Steve... It's not like... You're the only..."

"Well, I know that," Steve threw back his head and laughed. "That's obvious. Mine's the only scent on you. The only scent that will ever be on you. I still want to know."

"Why, so you can kill them, the way you killed Luke?!"

"Hardly. That was different. He..." Steve trailed off and shook his head. "He is irrelevant." He grabbed Christian's arm and stopped his pacing, pulling him onto his lap. "I want to be able thank them - the person who made you know you know you need to be bitten. Thank them for giving you to me." He nuzzled Christian's throat, tongue lapping at his pulse point, teeth grazing teasingly.

Christian moaned and rocked against Steve, rolling his neck to one side.

"Nuh-uh. Be a good boy and tell me, and then I might bite you."

A ragged moan escaped Christian and he forced his eyes open. "Fuckin' tease," he growled and ground down against Steve's erection. "Fine, I'll tell you," he agreed, and told Steve the story of Julie, in college, and her love of biting.

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Leverage, Eliot/Nate, the first time Nate chased him

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Buffy/Twilight, Faith/Edward, the first time Edward met Faith

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The first time Edward met Faith she laughed at his glittery skin and said he wasn't vampire enough to kill.

The second time she was antsy after a demon-killing and she decided to take him for a ride, yanking his hair so hard he couldn't ever get it neatly combed again.

Whenever anyone asked about his hair, he started the story, "There was this slayer..."

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SPN, Dean/Castiel, first time Dean made Cas laugh.

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I just have to say, icon love.

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BTVS, any scoobie, the first time I killed,

I am Watcher

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They think of me as the weakest link. The one without powers or abilities. What they never seem to realize is that I'm no longer just a Scoobie, no longer the donut boy. I am a Watcher, with all that entails.

They have always been caught up in their good fight. Their fight is to save the world from evil, from those not human. They ignore the evils presented by their fellow man. Placing humans on a pedestal made of lies and denial.

For many years I didn't understand what I'd seen the night Giles killed Ben. Now I do. I've understood since the first time I killed a man in order to claim a Slayer as my wife. I am a Watcher, my duty is to protect the Slayer. No matter what or who I have to kill.