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When Cas wakes up alone, she concludes that the likeliest explanations are: Deanna got in a fight with a bottle of Jack Daniels; Deanna got in a fight with Cas’s sister that put one or both of them into the ER; and Deanna got in a fight with a bottle of Jack Daniels, and followed it by getting into a fight with gravity.

Whatever the cause, though, she knows Deanna can handle herself, and so Cas sighs, fumbles into her yoga pants and her baby blue hooded sweatshirt with EDLUND UNIVERSITY emblazoned on the chest in black, her sneakers. The sun’s creaking over the horizon and it’s time for Cas’s run, about the only time she gets to have to herself at all and more so given that it’s winter break. She creeps down the stairs, grabs her ipod off the kitchen table, and as she means to leave, she catches a glimpse of something off…

“Deanna…? It’s seven in the morning…” Cas rubs her eyes and blinks into the living room, at the slim, slouching silhouette of her girlfriend, just sitting there on Blaire’s sofa in her pajamas, curled up under a blanket and watching cartoons. From the looks of it, a Saturday morning marathon of Spongebob Squarepants.

Deanna doesn’t look up, doesn’t move, doesn’t react at all. Nothing like Deanna Mary Winchester, at least… not the one Cas knows, not the one she’s dated for a year-and-a-half. She doesn’t look much like herself, either, all pale and still. The askew hair would look fairly normal, if not for how she has her knees up around her chin and how she keeps nibbling at her nails. Dark circles hang under her moss-green eyes, which barely seem to blink; they just stare at the faint glow of the TV. And maybe it’s just a trick of the light — Cas hopes it’s just a trick of the light — but are her cheekbones sharper? Has Cas missed this until now?

Cas wrinkles her nose and takes out the earbuds, drops the mp3 player into her kangaroo pocket — and she says again, louder this time, “…Deanna? Are you… have you even gone to bed?” When Deanna still doesn’t respond, Cas sighs. She toes off her sneakers and shuffles over to the couch, flops down next to Deanna and leans on her girlfriend’s shoulder. (Underneath her cheek, Deanna’s shoulder feels pointier, but Cas files this fact away for later. When Deanna’s not being worrisome.) “…I missed you last night,” she says and nuzzles at Deanna.

Finally, Deanna speaks as though she’s stuck in amber, like she has to drag every syllable, every motion of lips and teeth, out kicking and screaming: “…I think I might’ve ordered my Dad a Tony Little Gazelle last night. He’s been bitching about, I don’t know, some, ‘I’m middle-aged, it’s showing, plus my side of the family’s stocky, just look at your sister’ shit, and the infomercial was there…”

Cas lifts her head off Deanna’s shoulder, just to blink at her in utter confusion. Even the explanation about it being some kind of home-exercise device doesn’t do much — so she just shakes her head and says, “Why didn’t you come to bed?”

Deanna shrugs. “Tried. After you fell asleep. Sorta tossed and turned for a while, then wound up out here… Couldn’t sleep out here, either, and like. I tried tea. I tried milk. I tried NyQuil… I didn’t try the Black Jack, but I seriously considered it, and… there were infomercials, I guess? And I… I found cartoons. The Disney Channel saves all of their classic reruns for freaking four AM… why does Lucy even get The Disney Channel?”

“I imagine it’s simply a part of the cable package,” Cas says, leaning up to kiss her girlfriend’s cheek. “Come on… I’ll skip my run and make us breakfast, how’s that sound?”

All Deanna does is shrug again — a distressingly nonchalant response to an offer of food — but… she doesn’t fight when Cas takes her hand and tugs her into the kitchen. And she eats, she perks up when she eats. Even if the lack of sleep’s clearly drawn on her face, the eggs and bacon put the color back in her cheeks, and before she’s even done, she’s back to complaining about how she can’t grope Cas’s as well as she likes in her yoga pants. …And that’s a good thing, right? That she’s acting like herself?

Sighing, Cas sips her coffee, takes in the morning newspaper, tries to ignore both Deanna’s questions (“Hey, hey, Cas… which bra are you wearing today? …Hey, Cas, are you wearing the panties with, ‘Hottie’ on the ass? …Hey, Cas, can we do it in Lucy’s bed when she goes out? I’m still pissed off that she said I’m not good enough for you…”) and the nagging thought that, maybe, everything isn’t okay.

“Now wait — hey, I said wait — Hold on just a fucking second, there, Princess!”

“I don’t know that we have anything else to discuss, Ruby. You had your chance, and—”

“And I’m not fucking done here yet, so just… just hold up and let me say my piece, okay?”

“…Five minutes. Tops. But I’m listening.”

“You think no one’s gonna notice if you just… go to Homecoming with Derek, don’t you? Have you even stopped to think how stupid that is? Sure, he’s not the QB, but he’s on the team, Anna, and people are gonna notice, people have noticed—”

“Just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean that Derek isn’t a perfectly nice guy.”

“This isn’t about me not liking him! …Well. Okay, it is, kind of, but you know why I don’t like him?”

“Because he plays football and doesn’t acknowledge hockey as a sport?”

“That’s another reason. But mostly I don’t like him because he doesn’t like you — not really, anyway. He thinks you’re hot, he likes that your dad’s the Dean of Student Life, he likes that your parents are rich, and that’s it. He doesn’t care that you’re smart, or you’re funny, or that you gave Sammy Winchester a piggyback ride around campus once because you’re just that strong, or about the way your nose gets all wrinkled and you look like a cat when you get upset…”

“What are you trying to say, Ruby?”

“I’m trying to say that… okay, you’re scared. And you’re trying to hide. And I get it, I do. People are dicks to begin with. They can be even worse about coming out and don’t even get me started about how straight guys treat lesbians, but… for fuck’s sake, Anna. You deserve so much better than Derek. You know you deserve so much better than him. So why not go to Homecoming with someone who really wants to be there with you?”

“I take it you have a suggestion in mind…?”

“Go to Homecoming with me, Princess? …Please? …I’ll make it worth your while.”

The Roxy!verse Ladies (partially): From L to R, top to bottom:
Deanna Winchester (Amber Heard), Cassidy Novak (Zooey Deschanel), Samantha Winchester (Danneel Harris), Gabrielle Lyesmith-Morgenstern (Dianna Agron).

Jo Harvelle (Alona Tal), Anna Milton (Julie McNiven), Ruby Masters (Genevieve Cortese), Bela Talbot (Lauren Cohan).

Lila Beth Fremont (Katherine Boecher), Victoria Henricksen (Zoe Saldana), Alexandra Crowley (Morena Baccarin), Meg Masters (Rachel Miner).

Maggie Zeddmore (Brittany Ishibashi), Layla Rourke (Julie Benz), Becky Rosen (Emily Perkins), Charlotte “Charlie” Shurley (Eliza Dushku).

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weebleroxanne replied to your link: Roxy!verse fic prompts, courtesy of Texts From Last Night.

(440): I swear to Christ if it turns out to be an intervention, i will set you on fire.

…I think I have to go find more texts and add them to the table, just so I can have this one.

Some from other tables/collections I have going on:

• (503): I feel like if your cat could talk she would call me a cunt.


• (520): Clearly I made an impression
  
  (404): Or at least your vagina did.


• (705): We didn’t have a blender so we made the margaritas by running over a garbagebag full of ice with the car and then stirring it with a knife in a French-press coffee pot. CAN YOU SAY RESOURCEFUL?


• (803): My roommate made me a peanut butter and sprinkles sandwich. Maybe tonight isn’t that bad


• (813): I think dad’s getting high again. His last google search was “awesome ping pong shit.”


• (210): BTW. If I show up really drunk and dressed a cowboy, don’t be alarmed.


• (317): Are you sighing at your phone and judging me right now?


• (310): my mom just walked in on me furiously masturbating while reading twilight. needless to say, im officially out of the closet.


• (770): Facebook is asking me which Pokemon I’d be. Is there one whose only moves are gay sex and reading Adrienne Rich?


• (505): I just feel like a little gay dolphin in a massive sea


• (770): She is just riding on my slutty coat tails.


• (204): they’re like a gay fantastic four — I like to believe that this is about Deanna, Samantha, Cassidy, and Gabrielle.


• (740): I am planning my day around naps and lesbians.

…and I’ll stop now, so I can just. Go find new ones and put the lot on the prompt table. XD

Okay. I’m going to sleep. Then write stuff. And try to make these fucking drunk lesbians decide if they’re just going to kiss each other when they both have girlfriends, or smack each other, or have sex or what. And take my sister to the airport.

And decide why in god’s name I want to make an “ask [fill in the blank]” blog for the Roxy!girls when I can’t draw, my skills at photoshop are… improving slowly but not nearly enough to do manips for this, I hate doing typography things because I suck at typography, and still do not understand how to RP on tumblr (and when there would be multiple characters saying/doing things so… it’s not really RP blog-worthy, from what I see).

(…I’m easily confused by RP formats that aren’t the ones I’m used to, okay. If it doesn’t have dice, use google docs and LJ-spinoffs, or happen on AIM, I GET CONFUSED. I’m old and set in my ways. …says a Chaotic Neutral twenty-one year old.)

I mean… I guess I could write drabbles/ficlets in response to the questions. But I also think I should sleep on it because currently, my ability to make decisions is compromised by the fact that I’m so tired, I just got surprised that the light over the kitchen table was still here. So, yeah.

alucifer replied to your post: Hello, there, Roxy!verse bunny. …Bunny, why are…

sTOP THIS IS TOO MUCH TOO SOON MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE IT

THAT’S WHAT I SAID BUT THIS IS A PICTURE OF THE BUNNY WE’RE DEALING WITH HERE:

…Just. Sparkly indigo, because that’s the Deanna/Gabrielle color.

Hello, there, Roxy!verse bunny. …Bunny, why are you sparkly indigo? …Sparkly indigo is the Deanna/Gabrielle color, Bunny. …Bunny, Deanna is dating Cassidy, and Gabrielle is dating Samantha. They both love Cas and Samantha, respectively, despite the fact that they’re both stubborn, emotionally stunted assbutts about admitting it.

Also they think that they hate each other. And they can’t get through a conversation without insulting each other, regardless of Gabrielle’s peace offering of apple pie.

……Bunny, this ‘verse is BRAND NEW, why are we already trying to introduce infidelity?

No. No, Bunny, it doesn’t make it better that you want them to be shit-faced and hook-up at Bela’s New Year’s party… though it certainly does make sense. It would make even more sense if Gabrielle called Deanna a “scruffy-looking nerf-herder” and Deanna threw back a Star Trek insult because they’re both super closeted nerds, and THIS was what made the UST explode.

Wasn’t it bad enough that the sugar-fluff-hangover had to be both of them having drinking problems and depression, Bunny? …No? …well, okay then. I guess. Let’s pick a text and see what happens, Bunny. …Bunny, I hereby dub thee, “Justine.” After the novel by de Sade. Because you are a sadistic fucking bunny and you have fangs. Possibly like, magical plot-bunny rabies, too.

weebleroxanne replied to your link: Roxy!verse fic prompts, courtesy of Texts From Last Night.

(440): I swear to Christ if it turns out to be an intervention, i will set you on fire.

…I think I have to go find more texts and add them to the table, just so I can have this one.

Some from other tables/collections I have going on:

• (503): I feel like if your cat could talk she would call me a cunt.


• (520): Clearly I made an impression
  
  (404): Or at least your vagina did.


• (705): We didn’t have a blender so we made the margaritas by running over a garbagebag full of ice with the car and then stirring it with a knife in a French-press coffee pot. CAN YOU SAY RESOURCEFUL?


• (803): My roommate made me a peanut butter and sprinkles sandwich. Maybe tonight isn’t that bad


• (813): I think dad’s getting high again. His last google search was “awesome ping pong shit.”


• (210): BTW. If I show up really drunk and dressed a cowboy, don’t be alarmed.


• (317): Are you sighing at your phone and judging me right now?


• (310): my mom just walked in on me furiously masturbating while reading twilight. needless to say, im officially out of the closet.


• (770): Facebook is asking me which Pokemon I’d be. Is there one whose only moves are gay sex and reading Adrienne Rich?


• (505): I just feel like a little gay dolphin in a massive sea


• (770): She is just riding on my slutty coat tails.


• (204): they’re like a gay fantastic four — I like to believe that this is about Deanna, Samantha, Cassidy, and Gabrielle.


• (740): I am planning my day around naps and lesbians.

…and I’ll stop now, so I can just. Go find new ones and put the lot on the prompt table. XD

Things I learned from putting together these prompts:

• Cas(sidy) and Gabrielle (and by extension: Anna, Lucy, Michelle, Blaire-thazar, and any other angels I decide to drag into this) are Jewish. Because there’s no way that Gabrielle didn’t send the text, “(412): I went to the bathroom like 8 times and each time I looked in the mirror and tried saying “I am sober.” I burst out laughing when I got to “so-” every time. If you can’t convince yourself, you can’t convince anyone else. Fuck it, I’m going upstairs and drinking more.
  
  (1-412): You make your fellow Jews happy.


• I have a strong suspicion that Cas/Deanna’s fics are going to have a lot to do with Deanna having depression and going, “nooo, I don’t need help.” …because this is apparently where I go with the text, “(203): recess is on disney at 4 in the morning, insomnia has never been so rewarding”


• Anna and Ruby are the favorite customers of the off-campus-but-close-by diner, c.f., “(979): we just ordered 30 dollars worth of french fries…whats wrong with us?”


• Cassidy and Alexandra Crowley, the Future Bond Girl: “(414): honestly if we didnt hate the same people we would have a friendship based on nothing” — they probably have a little more than this, but… it’s mostly contingent on Bela being Cas’s BFF and Alex’s adopted sister. Formerly foster sister, because Bela’s biological parents were… not good.


• (519): I haven’t even gone in yet. I’m sitting in the waiting room playing a game i like to call “Who else is here for AA”. — I don’t know if the answer is Deanna, Gabrielle, or “yes.”


• (714): the liquor store owner came out from behind the counter and kissed my cheek when he saw that i am back for fall semester — I don’t know if the answer is Deanna, Gabrielle, Cassidy, or “yes.” …all things considered, it’s probably Cassidy, because she drinks less regularly than Deanna and Gabrielle, but when she DOES drink, she’s a monster and attempts to drink the liquor store.


• (732): only my mom would pack illegal paraphernalia in a care package.. — the illegal paraphernalia was Andrea “Andie” Gallagher’s bong. which she left at Chez Mary/Ellen while visiting Sam over the summer. Oops.


• This is Deanna to Cas, after one of the instances of Cas drinking and being a monster: “(404): You took all of my sister’s dolls and threw them out the window and then you started talking to her etcha sketch and mr. potato head. I later found you passed out in front of Toy Story and it all made sense.”


• Bela, to either Sam or Gabrielle: “(513): I swear, if I find out you’re lying, I’m going to put your name on one of those herpes watch websites and put the link up on every social networking site in existence.”


• Cassidy is a die-hard Red Wings fan. She will fuck you up for getting between her and her Red Wings, c.f. “(412): Listen, i’m watching playoff hockey and eating waffles. i just don’t have time for your drama today.” (She probably sent this to Gabrielle.)