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    “I didn’t break the cup.” He said more intently, picturing the mug whole and unbroken, the radio station logo that was plastered on the side uncracked.

    And as he willed it, it was. 

    He blinked and the glass was gone like it had never been there, and there was a whole coffee mug sitting on the table in front of him when he looked down. It was sitting on the table like it had never left, the wet pool of cold coffee from before was gone and in its place was a rich brown cup of coffee, steaming lightly in the nighttime chill.

    “What the fuck?” Someone said, disbelief coloring their tone and all Mike could do was stare downwards, a fresh wave of blood leaking from his nose.

    “I didn't break the cup.” He echoed himself emptily, words a tad disbelieving.

    He looked up then, taking in the stunned and worried faces that were surrounding the table and by proxy, him. 

    He pressed his fingers to his nose, eyes slipping downwards to look at the wet red that stained his fingertips and looking back up. 

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    23 Jul 2026

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    Mike and Will find themselves trapped in an escape room the first time they meet. Everything that comes after that is rather unexpected.

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    22 Jul 2026

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    Freedom is just one adjustment after the next.

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    Cas hums again. "I think you already have. It's been months since everything settled. All that's left to do is...get used to it, and perhaps—" His voice stalls out, uncharacteristically, and his gaze roams Dean's face with intensity. When he speaks next, his tone is a little raw. "Perhaps what one does with peace is...whatever they want."

    "What if I don't even know what that is?" Dean grumbles, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "'Cause I know damn well you don't just mean good food and a good bed and time in Baby, not simple wants like that. You mean—ya know, the big things, the wants we didn't get to have before."

    "Yes," Cas agrees. "If you're not sure, figure it out."

    "Easier said than done."

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    21 Jul 2026

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    Dean starts falling in love with him on a slow Sunday morning under slanted sunlight that slips through the gaps in the trees. 

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    "When did it stick for you? When did your six hundred Sundays start?" Dean asks.

    "It never started," Castiel admits. "It simply never stopped. My love for you is eternal—existing forever, without a beginning or an end." 

    Visually, Castiel's love is a circle. Aurally, it's an echo. Kinesthetically, it's breathing. Overall, it is not fate, and it is not chance; it is choice. He would not choose differently if he could go back and do it again, and that's why he didn't choose differently from the start.

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    19 Jul 2026

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    "Fine, whatever. Love you too, asshole. I hope you enjoy your walk home with your stupid, grainy bread. Taking Nature's Own a little too much to heart, but sure," Dean tells him, flashing him a sarcastic smile and swiveling around in the aisle to march away. He throws out something over his shoulder, careless and barbed. "I'm not paying for that shitty cardboard." 

    Dean's three aisles over when he realizes what, precisely, he said. Thankfully, when he comes to this conclusion, he's holding a box of poptarts, so when he fumbles and drops them to the floor, it's not a huge mess. He stares down at the slightly dented box of Brown Sugar Poptarts, and he has a very swift and very unshakeable crisis right there and then. 

    Love you too, asshole. 

    No, no, no. Why would he say that? Why would he do that? In the middle of the goddamn grocery store while arguing about bread? That's not—that can't be how it happens. That can't be. 

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