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Meg Masters ([personal profile] putuporshutup) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2013-12-17 10:54 am

✶ Here we are as in olden days; Happy golden days of yore ✶

Who: The Winchester family! Castiel Clarence, Meg, Dean, Katniss, Danny, Mabel, and the beloved bouncing bundle of joy, baby Sammy! yes really
What: Domestic holiday bliss and ~quality time~ with visiting family!
When: Anytime during Stepford
Where: The Winchester family home
Rating: PG-13 tops for once

There were a few brief moments of confusion when Meg woke up in a lovely, yet completely foreign bedroom. She fingered the lace of her light blue nightgown fondly for a moment - not quite her usual taste, but it sure was pretty. The mid-century looking decor flooded her with a sense of nostalgia as she sat up in bed, careful not to disturb Cas as she did, and she smiled a little dreamily as she stretched.

As she looked down at Castiel, she immediately recognized the now-familiar surge of feelings that always accompanied any world change during which Paradisa saw fit to make her human. When she noticed that he seemed to be free of the lingering cuts and bruises and swelling and that his expression was peaceful rather than strained, her smile widened and she sighed with relief.

She pulled back the lovely floral print duvet and gasped, clapping her right hand over her mouth as she stared at her left, where there was a lovely, vintage looking diamond ring on a very important finger. Meg couldn't help the tears of joy that welled up when she peeked over cautiously and saw that there was, indeed, a simple gold band on Cas. Well then.

Whatever the castle was up to this time was a mystery, but at the moment, she was frankly too happy to give a damn.
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[personal profile] lovemesomepie 2013-12-28 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Dean's smile remained on his face but lost some of its luster when he saw his cousin-in-law waiting for him at the door. They weren't exactly friends, and Dean much preferred his actual cousin, but things were generally kept civil. Generally. "Meg. How lovely to see you, aren't you all dolled up," he said nonchalantly as he set his bags by the door and began removing his coat and hat.

"Be a dear and take my coat, would you? My hat, too. I'll go let my cousin know I'm here, where is he? And I should say hello to my youngest nephew, maybe he'll be a little happier to see me than your oldest."

The competition was yet to be seen - that would be when he had time to get in the kitchen. For now he was simply dismissive.

Edited 2013-12-28 06:06 (UTC)