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Percy Jackson Died

Percy Jackson died.

He was old enough, he supposed, older than so many of his friends he’d watched die, but not really old. Old enough he was tired, and suddenly finding himself in the lobby he recognized from when he was twelve years old was disconcerting but not particularly surprising.

After all, he was a half-blood, and being a half-blood often got you killed in very nasty ways.

But still.

Percy Jackson died.

Charon remembered him.

“Drown in any bathtubs recently?” he asked dryly, but he waved Percy’s apologies for not having a coin to offer him. “You paid me for passage once and it clearly didn’t stick.”

So Percy Jackson died, and he crossed the River Styx on the ferry, and this time, when he arrived in the Underworld, Cerberus was completely visible.

Last time he came to the Underworld to see Hades, he’d entered the fast-moving line and stepped into the fields of Asphodel. This time, he waited in line to see the judges.

He’d saved the world more than once, they’d better give him something better than eternal stasis.

“Percy Jackson.” Daedalus greeted him warmly, arms full of blueprints and a full toolbelt wrapped around his waist. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Before Percy could respond, he was pushed to the front of the line and was standing in front of three men he had a feeling he should recognize but he didn’t. He didn’t have to speak at all, the three judges talked to each other while flipping through papers Percy couldn’t read, and without actually acknowledging him at all, the one in the middle hit a green button and Percy found himself on the inside of the gated community he’d only seen from the outside.

Percy Jackson died and was sent to Elysium. For a little while, it held his attention. Pretty much anything he wanted, he could have. Blue Coke, straight out of the bottle, better than the blue Coke at Camp Half-Blood. Pizza just like the pizza from his favorite place to go with his mom. Infinite activities, everything he’d ever wanted to do but hadn’t been able to when he was alive. Skydiving, cliff jumping, he got to pilot a plane.

He got to see old friends. Beckendorf and Selena Beauregard, who’d found each other and were happy again. Demigods who’d died in the second Titan war who wanted to hear from him how it had ended, to know what really happened. Heroes who died in the second giant war who wanted to know everything about Camp Jupiter and all of their friends who’d outlived them. Hunters who’d died in battles he hadn’t even known about while he was still alive.

But Percy Jackson was the son of Poseidon, lord of the sea. He didn’t like being contained in one place, and even if Elysium was a paradise for heroes, it wasn’t the same as being alive.

So Percy Jackson died, and Percy Jackson was sent to Elysium, and Percy Jackson chose to be reborn.

Zak Mason was born to a single mom.

He was an ordinary baby, almost. He was born with blue eyes, but they turned brown. He laughed and cried and pooped and spat up. He started preschool with a choppy haircut he gave to himself, and loved sitting on his mom’s lap to listen to Dr. Seuss books and watching anything fast-moving and colorful on TV.

When he was six, Zak’s basketball team won against all of the other first grade teams in their town, and a big picture of his gap-toothed smile holding the trophy he’d helped win with his first three-point shot held the place of honor on the fridge for almost a year.

Sometimes, Zak Mason had nightmares he didn’t understand. Of burning pain covering his entire body, of monsters and shifting Earth and bottomless pits, of faces he didn’t recognize twisted in pain or looking down at him as he fell, of flashing swords and screams and bursts of arrows whistling towards an enemy he couldn’t quite make out. He woke up and forgot the nightmares quickly, but they always left him almost wistful for something he couldn’t quite remember, even with how terrifying they were.

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A Study in Dean’s Oral Fixation

No one can convince me otherwise; Dean has a wonderful glorious oral fixation, and I have the proof my friends.

Now, there is quite a bit to cover here, so lets start with…

First of all, Dean is so fucking cute when he does this, it kills me slowly. Second of all, along with biting objects he also licks/bites his lips quite frequently.

He does it around Cas a lot (I just didn’t want to clog the post up with all of his heart eyes), which I’d assume is some kind of nervous tic, but he also just does it without any reason and I’m perfectly fine with that. It’s mostly an impulsive thing.

Next we have…

Dean literally eats all the time, and he always eats the same exact way. He always take really big bite and really fills his mouth with food. (which, I, myself having an oral fixation, can vouch for it feeling nice.) He also almost always makes that blissed out amazed face at every food he eats (although its cut out in some of these gifs). He’s that friend you have that’s way too excited about food and always moans just a little too passionately while eating pizza.

Next up we have…

We can all address the fact that Dean drinks a little more alcohol than he should, but God, have you ever looked at the way he drinks it? He always pushes the entire rim of the bottle into his mouth, almost never drinking from just the side unless it’s a glass and he’s forced to. He also presses his tongue to the bottle as well, which you can clearly see on the 5th gif down from here. Jesus, it is pornographic to watch the way his lips stretch around every bottle. That boy drinks with his lips and enjoys every second of it. Seriously, watch the way he lets his lips drag over the bottle and closes his eyes in almost all of these, you might need to grab a towel for your nether regions.

And then we have this last one…which may be the most important.

This one shows that Dean’s drinking is an impulse; he’s driven to do it without even thinking. I certainly believe that Dean has this impulse to satiate his oral fixation needs because Every. Damn. Time. he has got a drink in front of him he is opening his mouth wider than the fucking grand canyon. Anyway, next we have…

Sure, sure, sure, Dean’s probably done some cunnilingus with some chicks (and praise the lord for that mouth, I’m sure he’s made plenty of pretty girls scream with that silver tongue of his), but as a firm believer that Dean enjoys dick in his mouth I’d like to talk about dick in Dean’s mouth.

As I said before, I have an oral fixation, a very bad (good?) one at that. I’m also a sub (and honest to god, kill me if Dean isn’t because damn that needs its own post all together.) so enjoying things in my mouth is something that can be used to my advantage. Personally, I’m exclusively attracted to men but my oral fixation leads me to think about orally pleasuring women and enjoying it, so even if you (for some god awful reason) think that Dean Winchester is this straight as a beanpole guy, he, having an oral fixation, has probably thought about having a dick in his mouth.

If you really need any evidence of how much Dean would enjoy sucking cock just look at this photo for a while.

Seriously, you could photoshop a dick in there if you had skill. (pretty please can someone do it?)

Alright, alright, so lets get to the last one here…

I was a little skeptical about what the hell being sarcastic amd having that kind of no-verbal filter personality had to do with oral fixation, but Mr. Sex scientist Freud over here says so and I have that personality so it must be true.

I mean…Dean is the sarcasm king- oops I mean princess.

…So maybe he really does have a massive oral fixation. Because he does. Look ma, I did research! You see, I’m not crazy, I have proof!

Anyway, take it or leave it, but I have a strong headcanon that Dean has an oral fixation. This post is dedicated to @bottomsub-dean because oral fixation.

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