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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years ago

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Professor Cavill HC

listen yall.... i usually stay away from the Real Person fic kinda stuff bc i learned from the psychosis that was the 1D fandom but... this post and @brexrif s additions got me thinking...

Henry as a prof of any kind:

he learns after the first week of his rookie semester that he needs to keep his shirts buttoned all the way. the girls in the front row did not, and could not, pay attention.

he abandons the idea of using the school gym to work out after two days

a group of students just camps in the slow lane of the track surrounding the weight room and ogle

someone said something about ancient Greeks collecting the sweat of gladiators and he had to wipe his sweat off to hide the giggle

ratemyprofessor dot com gets wild

“giant goofball. super hot. defs failed the course bc he was just too hot to concentrate. gonna take it again tho 😏 because i need the credits. just for the credits“

“My girlfriend dumped me bc she felt guilty that she was thinking about Mr. C while we fucked. Stung a bit, but it was the best sex we had...”

all the ‘i thought i was straight’ guys losing their minds

“Someone really should have warned me that hes this hot. I am too much of a thirsty bitch. This semester might actually kill me.”

the ‘how big is it?!’ discourse gets so many people banned that they move it to reddit

complete with zoomed in photos from the second row of class when they think he isn't looking

the engineering majors whip out that trig to try to figure it out, for thirst and just to end the madness.

it makes it worse when they all get results in the 8.84-9.62 inch region depending on what they use in the background for reference and where they rounded digits.

one class is brave and takes to carving their phone numbers or social media into apples to leave on his desk.

one day he walks in to like seven of them and just gives this long suffering sigh while trying not to laugh, it would encourage them too much.

he does that Hot Teacher thing where he leans back against the desk with his arms and legs crossed and has to be like “Guys. For the love of all that’s good and holy. I don’t have tenure yet, don’t fuck this up for me. Keep the thirst on reddit, please?”

half of them aren’t listening bc his arms are just so big and there’s chest hair peeking out above his sweater and they’re just weak like me

in five minutes there’s a whole new thread frantically trying to sift thru and find his user

his WoW character gets leaked and he just gets buried in gifts

the dean has to have that awkward, “look dude you gotta make a new profile, this is just a scandal waiting to happen.”

he deadass begged the openly ace seniors to be his TA bc the last one was just exhaustively flirty and shameless

he hears someone lament the Chin Dimple™ and grows a beard in hopes that tamps their enthusiasm

this only brings a new demographic into the reddit thread/what has almost become a fandom

he shaves and they go buck wild

he tries a stache because he sees a post about how every guy is instantly creepier with a pornstache

once again, makes. it. worse.

one particularly fearless student calls him “Magnum” at the end of that semester and he blushes

buzzfeed writes an article about him, screenshots of the threads included.

the day he gets contacts instead of those cute nerd glasses the whole class is drooling but half post later that they miss the dorky glasses

he assigns a ‘make a meme out of this’ project and half of them come back with the guy looking over his shoulder at the passing girl while his girlfriend looks at him in disgust, all about him.

his favorite one had the guy labeled “The whole class” the girlfriend labeled “getting any work done” and the passing girl labeled “Mr. C’s ass”

he gives this guy an A but swears him to secrecy, he cant encourage the thirst but the kid took a risk

the school has to be like ‘calm the fuck down guys. hes just some nerd in sweater vests. plz we like him and you are making us nervous about lawsuits’

Someone sees him out on a date in a leather jacket and reddit goes insane

everyone actually tries for his classes

he has to make a sign up sheet for office hours

which he now does outside in the courtyard because someone wrote a rather detailed and impressive smut fic called “Office Hours or Dick Appointment?” that had the dean giving him side eye

he secretly loves it but keeps up the long suffering shy boy act out of necessity

if he makes a song or movie reference it is immediately added to a playlist somewhere

the gays are praying hes bi

praying

the year he gets tenure the seniors do a skit about the redit thread at graduation - it fucking slaps

he give a thumbs up and approving nod

i could truly go for days. plz add to it.

#im scared to tag this yall #i dont think im gonna #😂 yall can with reblogs but i dont want that responsibility #henry cavill #the witcher #clark kent nerd vibes

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pixie-cocaine · 5 years ago

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ATEEZ Reaction To: their S.O. knowing how to twerk/dance

Hi, I really like your work, so I'm here with a request! How would ateez members react to their s/o knowing how to twerk (and actually dancing yk). Thank you so much! - 🥂

A/N: say thank you to Champagne anon because some of this is going to be kinda saucy 🤭 also, change of plans. For some reactions, I'm gonna add a synopsis/theme because sometimes I just can't be bothered to write a different scenario for each member. That shi tiring.

Theme: Partying

Songs Listened To: Sexyback by Justin Timberlake (ft. Timbaland), Lights On by H.E.R., Comme Des Garçons by Rina Sawayama, Lil' Red by D Smoke, Me!Me!Me, Pt. 1 by TeddyLoid and DAOKO, CPR by Summer Walker, Mind and Body by Ayelle, Pour Up by DEAN and ZICO, Body by Sinead Harnett, Wicked Games by The Weeknd, Special Affair by The Internet, Girls Need Love by Summer Walker, Stretch You Out by Summer Walker, Let's Do It by Domo Wilson, The Weekend by SZA

(This has sexual themes, read at your own risk!!)

Hongjoong ♡:

• he'd let you go have your fun while he sat back and had a couple drinks

• would be making jokes with da boys when Yunho got his attention and told him to look at you

• sucked in his own spit and choked when he saw you

• BITCH YOU WERE GETTING DOWN 😵

• people were literally backing away because you pretty much stole the entire dancefloor

• you were twerking in a circle, dropping it low, every dance move in the book

• Hongjoong was drooling like a dog at a slab of meat

• got an instant boner

• he never knew you could dance like that, and he was surprised at the spark of arousal it gave him

• had his eyes on you for the rest of the night

• the D came as soon as y'all got home lmao

Seonghwa ♡:

• whenever the chance was presented, you loved to have fun with Seonghwa in any way you could

• you love seeing his face as you did things together

• so of fucking course you dragged his long legged ass to go dance with you

• he shuffled around with you for a little bit until a song with a sensual tone came on, and boy he felt like he got whiplash with the way you switched it up on him

• boy was not READY

• you were previously facing him, but you turned around to grind back on him, swaying your hips languidly to the beat and putting a hand on the back of Hwa's head while looking back at him, noses touching

• the way you shook your ass? *Chef's kiss*

• didn't really know how to handle things for a second, but eventually began to roll his hips into yours and match your bodies movements

• "Fuck..." Was all he could say

• was in awe at the new side of you he'd never seen

• mayhaps lead you to a bathroom and fucked you senseless ahaHAHA

Yunho ♡:

• babieeeee 🥰

• was your literal hypeman

• did he skip his cute ass over to come twerk and grind with you? Absolutely

• not as surprised as he would be proud

• "Drop it down! YES!"

• it would be all fun and games until you began pushing up against him and feeling him up tho

• he would be blushing like crazy

• got a hard-on after you began to bend over and wiggle your ass on him, reaching back to grab his hands and rest them on your hips as you rocked against him

• "W-woah..."

• panic alert panic allert!! 🚨🚨

• made up some excuse before dipping to go to the bathroom

• he couldn't go back out with a boner, so he stayed inside until it went down

• came back out and almost died from shame when you asked him why he left so suddenly

• would play it off out of embarrassment

Yeosang ♡:

• was already watching from afar when you made direct eye contact

• and that's when you began to bust your fuckin moves

• you said "bad dancing? Don't know her"

• he'd pull out his phone and gesture towards it, asking permission to record you, and you'd nod

• girl- he was having so much fun just watching you through his recording camera

• he'd also cheer you on because, uh, he LOVES when you surprise him with secret wild sides of you

• when you came back to drink with him, he'd be praising you on your dancing

• "I didn't know you could dance"

• you might've danced sexy for him when you got back home teehee

San ♡:

• oh boy, here we go

• talking to Woo about stupid shit like he usually did when he figured he should take you to go dance with him

• you did seem kinda bored after all, even after talking to Yunho for a bit

• so with a small wave to da boys, he led you to the dancefloor and began spinning you around

• very light-hearted at first

• but then you started really feeling the music

• you were T H R I V I N G omfg

• San was so incredibly proud of you

• girl he wasted no time in dancing on you

• looked up to see Wooyoung while you were facing him and pressing your forehead to his

• they really had a "I have a bad bitch/you got a bad bitch" moment

• I already know that dancing with San is fun

Mingi ♡:

• babie babie #2

• eyes LIT UP WHEN YOU BEGAN DANCING 😭

• he was so amazed dude

• it was like him dancing with Yunho all over again dkendjdjc

• He really was hyping you up like no other while you shook your ass and dropped it down

• would look to the boys and point down at you with a grin

• "that's my girlfriend!!"

• no really, y'all were having so much fun I'm dEVASTATED

• wants to dance with you all the time now

Wooyoung ♡:

• he literally whined for you to dance seriously

• because you were just shuffling side to side for a couple minutes

• so when you showed your true colors 🗿

• he was SCREAMING

• "There we go, hell yes!!"

• y'all were truly busting it down while everyone watched you because of Woo's loud ass yelling

• did Woo wave everybody else over to dance with y'all? Yes he fucking did

#ateez reactions #ateez request #kpop reactions #ateez smut #kpop smut #smut #reaction #kpop requests #requested

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phoebehalliwell · 4 years ago

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I’m a world where say, Prue and Cole were together and Paige and Leo were together, who would you pair with Phoebe and Piper?

I liked Mark but like would they have been able to save him? And Phoebe didn’t really have a lot of memorable love interests…maybe this would be an excuse to make Coop come in earlier?

I love your blog and your fics! They’re some of my favorites to re-read 💖

‼️‼️‼️‼️ ily 💞💕💞💕💞💕

but okay i think in a world where we go prue/cole paige/leo there’s not so much a need to save mark as he wouldn’t be used as a plot point so much as like just a straight love interest so we wouldn’t go dead man dating we could instead have someone who’s a mom of two young girls or something (because three is too on the nose) and kind of have the sisters have to work through their grief/trauma on that end while also having to save the day and then we could bring mark in on a seperate episode (or have him come in on that episode as like. the girl’s uncle or whatever kind of piper’s point of contact when guiding who i guess would be his sisters spirit like the human person piper talks to who kind of quickly realizes something afoot bc well he’s a smart guy and he and his sister were raised on these stories. so maybe something like that. and then you think it’s a one and done with a brief, fleeting connection but then all of a sudden him comes back in some type of professional capacity Do Not Ask Me How and now it’s like. dude who you don’t like work with but like kind of you do. but he knows you’re a witch. so piper has to devote some time to that because that’s just the woman she is. and then a couple episodes later mark himself is the innocent and it’s like just as he and piper might start getting close you know boom monster demon warlock attack something now his life’s in jeopardy and you know piper saves the day but mark almost died and mark’s like wow this is just kinda like how your life works huh? with demons and monsters and ghosts? and piper’s like haha yep it’s enough to scare about anyone away i think and mark says i’m not scared and they hold eye contact and then it seems like they’re about to kiss but then one of them chickens out because they’re endgame so we’ve got time to kill we have the luxury of making them wait. blah blah blah they’re together by the end of season 1.

OR since this au is a bit of an li swap what with prue/cole and paige/leo i think you know where i’m going with this one piper/kyle. But of course piper and kyle only work like. off a divorce or something something that really gets piper and Peak Cynic and a bit more stone cold because i can’t just drag kyle in in s1 a) he’s a bitch and b) he’s a dick and c) very much Not compatible with early seasons piper who is very trusting and forgiving and believes in second chances. meaning. what do i do? ladies n gentlemen,,,, piper/dan. and we start that season one by just having dan move in next door season one blah blah blah they’re cute they’re sweet they’re married by season 3 they have a daughter and a son (no wyatt and no chris tho bc dan is Not a whitelighter also their daughter would not be the twice blessed as again dan is Not a whitelighter so there’s no dark future thing going) but then in season 5 dan sacrifices himself (oh no 😓!) but then he comes back as a whitelighter (😃) but then like. he can’t be with piper anymore because he’s a whitelighter (😔) (paige and leo still haven’t gone full canon yet because of the rules they keep dancing around their emotions) but at least he’s not dead (🤗) psych he gets killed in season six by a darklighter (😯). teeing us up for piper/kyle s7 onward slowburn here’s the manifesto.

in regards to phoebe i feel like her and coop aren’t really ready yet to be endgame til at least s5 because before that i don’t think phoebe is like ready for undying eternal love like she’s just here for a good time so to keep her busy i think i’d probably flip it and reverse it go dex first in s1 a handsome charming artist a bit dull but who cares whoops pregnancy scare! yikes! kind of separate and don’t really see each other much after that because we’re still working with phoebe’s fear of commitment next up to bat in season two phoebe’s college arc is leslie instead of the kind of rivals to lovers thing they had going on in the workplace instead it is in academia where they are both studying psych and they are in constant competition with one another in fact we can even say this is where we start planting the seeds for advice columnist phoebe where the two of them actually host like a call in advice show on the local college radio and slowly fall in love there. but this all ends when they both graduate and leslie moves away and phoebe’s kind of hurt because that was the first guy she ever could have felt like potentially committing to. next up on the docket would be who jason? i feel we’re not ready for that. who does that leave me? note i am skipping drake in this reverse play because like prue/cole would still be too fresh we can’t do a casual demon romance yet because we’re still leaning in on the drama and fire and danger of a witch/demon romance to pull some shit like phoebe/drake. hmm. we could make up a guy land a pretty solid heartbreak on phoebe just to tee her up all that. because dex she wasn’t that into leslie she was but it was just fate that pulled them apart we need a third one to kinda solidify the fear that love is doomed. and then like in between we will be having one off dates. oh ooh bonus since paige is with leo we can give phoebe married norman reedus. that’s just a fun one. that’s just a fun lil kick in the shins. final guy pre coop to carry us into season for is ummm hmmmmm. miles and he dies. but this time we actually make miles fun and interesting and sexy and really just everything he wasn’t noah fence to the guy. hmm. miles jason dean fusion. shan’t elaborate. but something like that. and then s5 after being burned by love so many times here comes coop. add a couple more love interests as set ups by coop just to drag it out, and then phoop endgame.

#charmed #prue x cole #paige x leo #piper x mark #piper x kyle #phoebe x coop #and uh what the fuck i'll tag #phoebe x leslie #bc i'm really paying them their dues despite them being real lackluster in the show #💌

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dancing-the-hellfire-rumba · 4 years ago

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Seen ✓ - 2

Pairing: Sam x Fem!Reader Warnings: light anxiety Word Count: 2.2k Series Summary: On her way home, Y/n finds an abandoned, cracked phone on the sidewalk. Anxious about the well-being of its owner, she picks it up and texts the first contact she finds; Sam. A/N: Chapter 2! Our pals are kicking it off already. Can you smell the chemistry? The rOMANCE? LESSGO

Pictures used in this chapter were found on google images :)

Beta: no one.

Catch up! : Part 1 Masterlist

Chapter 2: overthinker.

From: y/n_andrews85 To: D_impala67 Subject: I have your phone. That sounds creepy. I don’t think there’s a non-creepy way of writing this. Whatever.

Dear Dean, is it?

I just wanted to let you know I found your phone at the bus stop the other night. I wasn’t planning on holding on to it, really, but I got worried that you may have been in trouble, and then you never really looked for it either so, I don’t know, I figured better than someone who’ll snatch it and leave, you know?

Anyways, that’s why I’m emailing. I snooped through it a little, sorry, hopefully you’ll understand it was kinda necessary? Maybe we can arrange something so I can get it back to you. This girl, Jamie, keeps sending me (well you technically) topless photos of her. It’s not really what lights my candle. I’m assuming you’d like it back too.

I hope you’re safe. Looking forward to hearing back from you!

Y/n Andrews

Do you believe me now?

oh god

you didn’t

Sure did

wow. just wow.

you just handed his ass back to him holy shit!

last time he called, he said he dropped his phone while walking back to his motel, so

he’s okay.

That’s good, I’m glad he’s safe.

I was planning on including something along the lines of “This would’ve been easier if you were an active member of the 21st century and used social media”

But I figured the Jamie thing was motive enough?

yeah. topless Jamie? that’s something else.

Don’t be getting any ideas, dude, I don’t do nudes lmao.

oh god, no i didn’t think that

you did not just type lmao though. how old are you again?

oh god, you’re not 14 or something right? i don’t know what that would make me.

Don’t worry about it, I turned 16 last week.

…

are you serious?

Lmao, no, I’m kidding. I’m twenty-two.

But I think the word you’re looking for is a creep. Oh, and an ageist.

ouch.

Haha, I’m joking.

Lighten up, what are you, ninety?

hi pot meet kettle.

Shit I walked right into that one.

also i’d like to think i don’t text like a ninety-year-old man. could be wrong though

to answer your question i’m twenty-four.

Twenty-four huh? I assume you’re done with college, no?

Or- wait, I guess not everyone goes to college.

Yes, this is me fishing for information.

well… i kinda dropped out.

decided to go on a road trip with my brother.

things went a little south I ended up continuing the family business.

Damn, college drop-out ey? Where from?

Also, Family business? What do you do?

Is this too interview-y? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to snoop.

you’re good.

stanford. pre-law.

and my brother and i are private investigators. that’s why he’s not in Kansas with me. he’s working a case.

Daaaaamn. Stanford AND a lawyer? And now working as a PI? You’re pretty smart, then.

an ageist and a generalist? i didn’t take you for such y/n.

Fuck, okay, you sound like a lawyer too.

hahahah

so what about you?

What about me?

are you in college?

Oh yeah! Film school. My dream has always been to be a director. It’s rare to find someone who loves movies more than I do.

that’s really cool.

hey i’ve been meaning to ask.

Thinking of me, Sam?

…

Do tell.

how come you were walking home through a park in the middle of the night the other day?

Ooh, I was coming back from work.

I’m a bartender and I had a late shift on Friday.

oh I see. That makes sense yeah.

I’m sorry to cut this conversation short, but I’m legitimately three seconds away from falling asleep. I’m gonna hit the hay.

See you later, Sam :)

See you, y/n :)

A smile creeps on Y/n’s features at the thought of more conversations with Sam. He has given her something to look forward to, something to make her a little more excited during her boring every-day life. As she tucks herself in under her covers, eyelids heavy enough to droop involuntarily, the last thing she thinks of is him, the clever, sassy, twenty-four year old college dropout on the other side of the cracked phone screen. The overwhelming urge to get to know him overtakes her as she succumbs to sleep

Do you believe in ghosts?

that’s… random.

May be

why do you ask?

Idk, just wanna get to know you better.

that’s what you ask people you want to get to know better?

Yes?

Are you avoiding the question?

i do. believe in ghosts.

You?

So do i.

Well, sorta. I guess I believe in souls more than anything.

hm?

Well… I guess I hope (more than believe) that we are more than our corporeal selves.

In the sense that, it’s comforting to me that when we die, and our bodies stop working, we don’t evaporate.

I guess.

yeah I understand.

i don’t know. i guess i wanna believe in science more than anything but i know better.

How do you mean?

call it a hunch.

Oh c��mon, it’s gotta be more than that.

Sam…?

Y/n huffs out a breath, gnawing at her lip. She hopes her anxiety isn’t right, that Sam isn’t sick of her silly questions and existential dread, and is actually doing something. Perhaps his battery ran out.

...Sure.

She was doing something too, before she decided to text him. Eyes falling on all her books and notes, spread around her like ugly, depressing, anxiety-inducing flower petals. There’s a blanket over her legs, chilly fall weather seeping through her bones, and there’s a half empty pizza box in front of her. She’s full and the left overs are kept for her sister, Emily, who’s currently locked up in her room.

Damn it. Y/n is stressed and tired, and now her distraction is refusing to reply. This sucks. She hates the crawling, awful, gooey feeling of cold anxiety gripping every beat of her heart and stupidly convincing her he’s purposefully ghosting her, because he doesn’t like her.

Not knowing what to occupy herself with, she heads to take a shower. In the back of her head, she knows that she’ll probably not study any longer, so she takes it upon herself to sink under the hot water and wash thoroughly, trying to get her mind off Dean’s phone. When her feet step out of the shower and she has towel-dried herself as best as she can, she tosses her wet hair in a haphazard bun, and gets dressed.

Books stack under the rickety, stained coffee table, and she grabs her sketchbook, her favorite pencil, as well as her and Dean’s phone. She shoots Connor a text, arranging a hang out of some kind, and opens her little booklet, when a text vibrates Dean’s phone.

hey i’m sorry i got caught up in something.

It’s alright.

She doesn’t press the ghost subject, because he doesn’t seem into it and she really doesn’t wanna make him dislike her any more than he possibly already does.

The empty page of her sketchbook daunts her. With a tight grip on her mechanical pencil, she urges her creativity pumps to use some gasoline, but they seem limp and dead, and once more unwilling to help her. As her eyes fall on Dean’s phone, like a light bulb out of a cartoon, she gets an idea.

Hey, this might sound creepy, but what do you look like?

She stares at the phone. This feels like a risky question. God, if he wasn’t done with her before, he certainly must be now. But then, he surprises her.

why do you wanna know?

I’m in the mood to sketch some, and my creativity has officially left the building.

Care to help a girl out? Maybe your literary descriptions will spark something in me lmao.

i didn’t know you sketched.

Yeah, sometimes. Nothing great though, I promise. I’m certainly no Picasso.

i mean you don’t have to be picasso to sketch well. and you don’t have to sketch well to sketch at all.

Yeah, may be.

I don’t wanna pressure you into anything, you really don’t have to humor me.

If you do feel like it though, don’t send me a picture. Kinda wanna spark some life into my brain cells.

haha i will. only if you show me the finished product tho.

You’ve got yourself a deal :)

She simply cannot believe he has just agreed to this. Her breath is caught in her throat.

so.

what do you want me to start with?

Just whatever. Idk, tell me about your face.

well

i have brown curly-ish hair that reaches my ears. uh, my eyes are hazel.

Okay, that’s a start.

What’s your nose like?

it’s a bit pointy. thin i think?

Jawline?

sharp? i guess?

this is by far the weirdest thing i’ve done.

Lmao, yeah, this is pretty weird.

Exciting though.

She shouldn’t have said that. Fuck, that is definitely overeager.

yeah it is.

Her stomach feels floaty at his response.

Eyebrows?

normal?

How do you classify “normal” eyebrows, exactly?

i don’t know? they’re simple i guess.

Are you implying complicated eyebrows exist out there?

…

Elaborate, Sam. Are you shy? Do you not have eyebrows? Are they bushy? Or too thin? Or pointy?

i’m telling you they’re average.

Sam

what

You officially suck at this.

oh fuck off how would you describe yours?

Y/n proceeds to write a cohesive sentence that includes adjectives apart from “normal” and “average”. Words like bushy, thin, arched and curvy.

well shit yeah i guess i do suck at this.

i think it’s not a skill i mind not having.

That… is a confusing sentence.

just… draw them however. what difference can eyebrows make?

Oh you have no idea.

Okay, last thing.

Do you have a fringe?

yeah but not for long. i’ll probably let it grow out.

Okay, I can do something with that. Thanks :)

no problem

Her creativity is finally servicing her according to her commands, and Y/n puts pen to paper and scribbles messily. Line after line, they curl and sit on the page, forming a smile with thin lips, a sharp jaw, a pointy nose. She has to guess the eyebrows a bit, and the eyes are more cartoonish and generic than she likes. In the end, she gets anxious at the prospect of having to show him, and gives him a hood, so she won’t fuck up the hair.

Okay, I’m done.

that was quick, actually.

Well I didn’t have much to go on.

Sam doesn’t reply. She worries he might have misinterpreted her teasing tone.

Gimme a sec, I’ll send it over.

Ugh, Dean’s camera is such shit. Do you mind if I send it from my phone?

no go ahead.

[Y/n has sent a picture]

As you said, it didn’t take long. It’s really not the best.

that…

is actually not too far from the truth

it kind of looks like me from two years ago

wow, really?

yeah.

and it’s honestly a pretty good sketch. good job.

Thank you :)

Sam doesn’t say anything after this, and she huffs. Her head falls back on the couch, and she stares at the ceiling. She should go to bed soon, it’s getting late.

isn’t this strange?

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit oh shit, she thinks. He’s regretting this. He doesn’t like her. He’ll stop talking to her and that’ll be it.

Why does she care so much? It’s a thought that passes through her mind. It hasn’t been long since they started talking and, after the near-kidnapping encounter, they’ve been having nearly daily conversations, but that still doesn’t mean much. She knows barely anything about him.

She guesses, she wants to get to know him better. He seems like the type of guy she’d enjoy hanging out with and she has so far. Stopping any kind of conversation would surely feel like a loss. She’d have to go back to her boring routine. This is the most exciting thing she has allowed herself to do in years.

A part of her feels rather lame for finding such a thrill at something so trivial. She’s talking to a stranger, and that’s all it is, but the prospect that he could be anyone at all, and she’s never even seen his face… well… It feels refreshing, new. Scary in an adrenaline-rush kind of way.

What is?

us. texting.

isn’t it a little odd?

I guess it is a bit.

I mean we’ve only known each other for, what, a week? And a half?

yeah.

should we stop?

I don’t know

Do you want to?

The extra moment his reply takes to arrive makes her want to vomit.

Then there’s your answer.

okay then

can I save you in my contacts?

Sure, go ahead.

I just did too.

alright.

Okay :)

I’m sorry, I have to go.

I guess I’ll text you later, Sam.

Go be whoever Sam Something is.

it’s winchester.

Like the shotgun?

yup.

That’s BADASS. Can you even get more badass than this? Pre-law, now a PI, and you’re named after a shotgun? Damn dude.

Well, it’s nice to meet you Sam. I’m Y/n Andrews.

Haha thanks.

nice to meet you, too

goodnight Y/n Andrews.

Night Sam Winchester :)

--- Part 3

A/N: Thoughts? How are you liking the newer version of this? right after I post it, I’m gonna delete the other one.

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eisforeidolon · 5 years ago

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The fact that I've actually seen hellers claim that Dean parking outside a lumber mill when Cass was dead in s13 means he was pining for him bc wood=pine=pining tho...welp. And the thing about bi Dean is that even if he hadn't stated repeatedly he's straight and Jensen was open to the idea of him being bi (like Jared is with Sam), I doubt that TPTB would make it canon or that Jensen would say that coz they know hellers would run wild with it and demand their ship be made canon and endgame.

Right? That’s one of the things that gets me about their “meta”. It starts with fantastical reaching and then so much of it just keeps going well beyond ridiculous. You or I could make up the literal dumbest thing we could think of to call a reason Dean was totes in lurve with Cas ... and it would blend right in with their own batshit theories. I didn’t see the pine one (seriously LOL), but it fits. Cake, bisexual plaid, a woman wearing tan, paintings of ships in a room ... yeesh.

The thing about bi!Dean is that there is absolutely no reason but blatant pandering to do it at this point. We are fourteen and a half years in. Dean started out as a pretty openly indulgent guy, including carnally, and he has repeatedly stated he’s straight. In those, again, fourteen and a half years, Dean has only been shown hooking up with women. Dean is over forty years old now, and while it’s not completely unheard of for someone to realize their sexuality is different than they thought at that age, it’s fairly rare and it usually involves some precipitating factor - ending a long term relationship, breaking with a restrictive religion or family member, et cetera. Dean has been through a fuckton of theoretical precipitating events - under a death sentence, thought the world was ending, been a demon, fell under a myriad of mystical influences, died, lost loved ones ... and not once through all that turmoil has he shown any genuine indication of wanting to bone dudes. No matter how many “meta” pretzels hellers twist themselves into because he *gasp* makes eye contact with guys while talking to them.

Which doesn’t even get into the cringe-worthy issues of playing the toxic masculinity stereotypes they claim to abhor straight by repeatedly insisting that a heterosexual manly man type who has close friendships, cries and shows other emotions openly, and isn’t homophobic must of course secretly want Jimmy Novak’s possessed dead dick. Just ... no.

As an abstract concept I’m indifferent to the idea of bi!Dean, but I do feel pretty strongly that if there was ever a point where it made sense to happen in the canon? That point came and went a long, long fuckin’ time ago.

#askboxery #destihellers #Dean *exists* = OMG SO BI!#Dean has never been shown as anything but straight #Anonymous

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mycasandstarrs · 6 years ago

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SPN 5x15: “Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid”

Starting off in a spooky cemetery, Carrie style.

I like the TV narrator coincidentally narrating what’s actually happening to this dude.

“Please! God! No!” Benny’s last words.

RIP Benny Sutton. Killed by reanimated Clay Thompson.

Bobby’s not answering his phone...

lmao, did you really have to make a deal out of that.

“Heads up. ‘Fargo.’”

Jody!!!!

Digger HAD to make eye contact.

“Of course, if a dead man didn't commit the murder, then, uh, who did?” Don’t freaking sass her, Dean.

Bobby answered the phone that time.

This had to have been the only time they were caught.

“So, whatever the three of you are planning, it ends here. Now. Ten-four on that, Agents?”

Jody put on her mom voice for that.

Bobby cleans up well.

Bobby is deflecting like nobody’s business.

St. Anthony’s Cemetery.

I’m glad Dean trusted his instinct and “double checked”.

Would ya look at that? It’s empty.

He looks like a freaking zombie.

Did Sam lower his voice to sound more authoritative?

Well shit, Sam. What the hell were you planning on doing with the undead guy?

“You’re a zombie!”

“I’m a taxpayer!”

You just came back from the dead, dude.

Jody and Bobby really look like disappointed parents talking about their misbehaving children.

Cat’s out, and her name is Karen Singer.

Dean’s so polite. :’)

Their smiles went away almost instantly.

“Dean, I can explain.”

“Explain what? Lying to us? Or the American girl zombie making cupcakes in your kitchen?!”

“First of all, that’s my wife, so watch it.”

Bobby loves Karen fiercely.

A cremated loved one comes back from the dead...hmmm...totes not familiar to me at all...

Now that Bobby’s confessing to all that he knows (which is basically everything and then some) it’s all making more sense.

Dean, pls.

“She hums when she cooks. She always... used to hum when she cooked. Tone deaf as all hell, but... And I never thought I would hear it again.”

“Please. Leave her be.”

Let Bobby have his time with his wife, please.

That’s totally not obvious at all, Dean.

That’s a beautiful house.

Oh, it was Jody’s!

You can always win Dean over with pies.

“When do you have time to sleep?”

“I don’t. Must be the excitement.”

“Or being dead.”

Have some kind of tact, Dean.

“I know who you are. Just like I know Bobby’s not the same mild-mannered scrap dealer I married. You hunt things. I...I’m a thing. I get it.”

I really do like Karen.

What a very important moment there.

“I remember everything, you know. When I died. That demon taking over my body... and the things it made me do. And Bobby having no choice but to... Well, you know what he did. But I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. The guilt. It weighs on him.”

“So why don't you just tell him you remember?”

“I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you've never been in love. He's my husband. My job is to bring him peace... not pain.”

Ezra Jones. Looking sickly as hell.

Oh hell naw.

“W-what is it? You think maybe you could tell me from here? Yeah. I'm gonna regret this.” lmaoo Sam.

Give her a pen and paper, jeez.

Oh my god, please back away!

THAT’S DISGUSTING.

RIP Ezra Jones, again. Killed by Sam.

Bobby’s getting surly.

Dean’s butthurt about getting kicked out.

“Hold on, Doc.” Sean’s last words.

“Karen, stay away from the windows.” Bobby knew Sam and Dean would try something.

Karen was really willing to put on a “everything’s okay” facade for as long as she could.

RIP Sean. Killed by Owen.

How fucking traumatizing.

Sam saved her.

Jody just witnessed the most horrifying thing in her life, and she can still think clearly enough to help Sam.

She instinctively tried to prevent Sam from killing her son before she let go.

RIP Owen, again. Killed by Sam.

“I remember.”

“You remember what?”

“Everything. The demon inside me. You killing me. I remember.”

“Then you know...why I can’t do it again.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“You’ve seen so much. I just...I just wanted to see you smile.”

Please feel free to kill me.

RIP Karen, again. Killed by Bobby...again.

PLEASE give Bobby a hug, he needs it.

“Friend of Bobby Singer’s.”

“Town drunk.”

“No, I--I thought...he was the town drunk.”

“Who told you that?”

“Bobby Singer...”

lmaaoo.

Sam leading a group tho!

Aww, Bobby.

Zombie showdown.

DAMN IT DEAN, GET BACK TO BOBBY PLEASE.

There we go.

“Got any more ammo? I’m low.”

“Yeah, we got plenty. Just run back past the zombies. It’s in the van, where we left it.”

“A simple ‘no’ would have been fine.”

lmao, I love the banter Dean and Bobby have.

Out of ammo.

I LOVE that maneuver of Bobby handing Dean a gun. That’s teamwork!

Srsly Dean.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being wrong?”

“I’m making this stuff up as I go.Sue me.”

Echoing Cas. :’)

Sam and Jody have arrived!

What a badass.

Burning the undead.

:( Bye, Jody. See you next season.

Bobby holding a private funeral for Karen.

Dean trying and failing to make Bobby feel better.

“She was the love of my life. How many times do I got to kill her?” :((

Death came for Bobby.

When questions like “you’re gonna be alright, right?” go unanswered at the end of an episode, that’s never a good sign.

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 5x15 #dead men don't wear plaid

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emilywatchescursedshow · 4 years ago

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Ep 3 - Dead in the Water

uhoh guys dont like buff girls in first 10 secs we love it more grainy shots of water and a faceless water monster s h o w m e t h e c r e a t u r e

POPPED COLLAR DEAN WITH THE PEN IN HIS MOUTH OH NOOO sam is not amused

yeah why is dean less concerned with finding their dad than sam. sam should just tell dean you’re not allowed to fuck until we find dad

oh there was no talking down to officers in the last episode :(

the color of this show is just ,,, grey

did the dad CHEAT

dean is so horny jfc

this police officer is definitely involved oh he was suspicious of them and now hes patting them on the back

dean is trying to hit on this girl by talking about kids oh wow he got fucking owned for having no pickup line “NAME THREE CHILDREN THAT YOU EVEN KNOW” AND THEN DEANS STUPID ASS FACE THAT WAS GOLD they literally just did that

idk who jerry mgcuire is but it sounds gross

the kid is literally 5 he doesnt care about chicks. oh the crayons are here so the kid can draw the monster

dean just took literally all of the paper give the kid his paper back

“i saw something when i was your age” more jackles face moments

wow these are the shittiest stick figures ive seen

kids are strong,, like they can def deal with being handed a gun at 9 years old

that was a really fast drawing

oh no the dad is gonna go swim into the lake DIRTY WATER WHAT COULD BE HAPPENING

NO REALLY WHATS HAPPENING why does their sink look like that

just stood there while sink filled with gross water

why is the creature targeting this family in particular like what was the point of killing the son

oh no the dad did actually cheat on the lake

yes we know ur kids are gone just tell us what you did to cheat on the lake

family themes in all these episodes ,, wonDer wHat theYre trYing to Say abouT this SHOW its not like we’re hitting the fact that they have mommy issues on the head all the gd time

another shitty car green screen. oh yes i just bared my soul to this child to manipulate him

this show is weirdly wholesome about deans relationship to intimacy its so fucked that it very quickly loops around to being silly

ah yes losing a kid is worse than dying hopefully the kid didnt cheat on his bike oh wait no the dad cheat on the kid

that’s a nice bench tho. we got some daddy monologue

this is the same roll we used in the car green screen as before

.. the dad.. the dad cheated on the kid.. oh no the dad is gonna sacrifice himself we love the energy from that expression and also the lake exploding

oh the kid is possessed by the other kid

the police dude is sus of them and is doubting their story i need them to be more condescending to him and lower their vocal intonations

why is the cop throwing them out and not arresting them like why is that even an option

YES CREEPY KID DRAW THE MONSTER

uhoh dean is emotionally invested in this child now gotta go back

are they gonna rescue the mom just in time

this show is shot and timed a LOT like xfiles

come on sam be happy for deans 5 seconds of character development

oh wow more nude girls hope she doesnt get attacked

this tub is too full for the water to still be running oh no attacked again

sam armwresting with a lake creature to save a naked woman we love to see it

i get sam is supposed to be like likeable and caring but honestly his one vocal tone and constant eye contact is very creepy

what does “come play with me” mean it means that one guy cheated on his red bicycle best friend back in the day by murdering him

oh yeah the sheriff was sus this whole time is that why he gave them the option to leave

they dug the bicycle the shallowest grave in existence why tf did they bury the bike

why did the sheriff and the dad kill their friend ? is that gonna be explained oh we’re getting monologue and it was just ,, bullying ok. mfw i bully my friend to death

body, sank??

we got creepy kid face we love to see it

get in there sheriff get dead by creepy kid this sheriff is really phoning this confessional and death scene in

dean cresting the surface with the one kid he can name like a majestic whale

ma’am your father literally murdered a kid

ew gross dean gets a kiss from the mom unnecessary another one of deans closest relationships with women

maybe dean is so horny because he’s never had sex before

headcanon dean is a virgin

#spn s1e3 #supernatural #supernatural liveblog

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vintagevalentinex · 5 years ago

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Smile

So…I wanted to try my hand at a Dean fic so here it is! :) This started as a present for @bovaria for writing that delicious Benny fic of hers, but it quickly turned into a ridiculously angsty fic. If you guys like it, I’m ready to dive into a second part!! I really hope I kept Dean in character, because I had a super struggle writing this, but I definitely wanted to see it through.

This fic is loosely based on the song “Smile,” which was originally by Charlie Chaplin. I listened to this really emotional, gorgeous version by Judy Garland, here.

It’s also based in part on the quote that Frank Devereaux (remeber him? that paranoid dude? :P) said to Dean about smiling.

As always, please let me know what you think! :)

@bovaria (Bae-varia :3) @icecream-and-winchesters (REVENGE IS UPON YOU) @abaddonwithyall (Girl did you read that Gadreel fic I wrote yet?! :P) @but-deans-back-tho (Because I know you love your Dean, sorry about the angst! :P )

Title: Smile Author: vintagevalentinexx Words: ~1725 Pairing: (Dean x Reader) Warnings: Angsty as all hell (Sorry, not sorry. :3)

“I’m tired of this shit, Dean! How long have I waited around for you?!”

“Sweetheart, I—“

“I’ve had enough.” Your voice grew quieter. “It’s always been about everything else. Sam, Cas, Charlie, your car. I can’t remember the last time anything has been about me. I can’t do this anymore.”

“(Y/N)…(Y/N), please…”

You blinked away the tears. “I’m tired, Dean. I’m so very tired of all of this. You don’t even let me hunt anymore. How am I supposed to live? Who am I supposed to be? I love you, but I can’t do this anymore.”

“We can fix this. Please…please (Y/N). Don’t go.”

“Please don’t try to find me, Dean. It’s better that way for the both of us.”

Smile though your heart is aching Smile even though it’s breaking. When there are clouds in the sky you’ll get by. If you smile through your fear and sorrow Smile and maybe tomorrow You’ll see the sun come shining through For you.

That had been three weeks ago. Dean stumbled back into the bunker after another whiskey filled night, miserable as ever. Sam looked up at him from the long table, up to his elbows in research for the next job. He furrowed his eyebrows; it had been a long time since he had seen Dean so distraught. He completely understood though. Anyone who had eyes could see that Dean was head over heels in love with you. Sam knew that Dean had loved Lisa, but the moment he laid eyes on you it was as if the entire world stopped. He thought you had felt the same, but you had moved all of your stuff out of the bunker, and didn’t leave any contact information.

Sam stood up, helping his brother into a chair.

“Dean, you have to come out of this. We have a job to do, and I need to know you’re going to be at your best when we’re out there.”

Dean looked up at Sam, a bittersweet smile on his lips as he chucked to himself.

“Save it, Sammy. I messed up. I messed up bad and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to make it right. I let her walk right out of my life and I did nothing but be an ass to her the entire time.”

Sam ran his fingers through his hair, sitting down across from his brother as he poured the both of them another glass of whiskey. They clinked glasses as the downed the liquor.

Light up your face with gladness, Hide every trace of sadness. Although a tear may be ever so near That’s the time you must keep on trying Smile, what’s the use of crying. You’ll see that life is still worthwhile- If you just smile.

It had been three weeks since you saw him. Those hypnotizing green eyes that could make you do almost anything. Thoughts of rolling around in bed with him every night haunted your every thought, remembering how long you would spend counting every single freckle on his face. You took another shot at the bar as you sat there, scanning the place and watching the people. It was getting increasingly more difficult to watch couples together, knowing that you had that up until very recently. You knew it was for the best. Was it? You were so tired of Dean treating you like an accessory, like just a pretty face. You were a hunter way before you met him and you knew you’d be one until the die you met your maker. On one hand, you understood the need to protect something that was precious to you; something you loved that you wanted to keep safe, but it was getting ridiculous. Dean became furious at you when you tried to run out on a salt and burn, telling you that it was too dangerous. That was the last straw for you.

There was no denying it, though. You were still hopelessly in love with him. This was for the best, though. You just knew it. The monsters and demons were starting to realize the relationship that the both of you had, and they were figuring out how to use it to their advantage. Hunters just shouldn’t be romantically involved. No one gets hurt that way, and no one gets killed. Despite all of this, the gravitational pull you had towards Dean was indisputable.

You knew it the moment you met him that his soul was supposed to be paired with yours.

“Looks like you could use some help there, cowboy.”

“Yeah, yeah, gee thanks, sweetheart. Mind helping me out here?”

You chuckled as you circled him, chained up by a siren that you just ganked.

“She did quite the number on you, huh? Tell me pretty boy, do you like to go home with all the monsters you’re supposed to be hunting?”

“Are you going to help me or not, sweetheart?”

“I guess I could…it would be a shame to leave you hanging like this…”

He rolled his eyes at your terrible joke as you chuckled to yourself, freeing him from his restraints. He rubbed his wrists as you looked around; making sure that the threat was neutralized. When your gaze finally returned to his, his eyes were softer, full of a tenderness that you hadn’t seen before.

He outstretched his hand to you. “Dean Winchester. And what do I call a badass lady hunter like yourself?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you shook his hand.

“It’s (Y/N). And you smell disgusting.”

He smirked at you, taking in your form. “How’s about I freshen up and buy you a drink, (Y/N)? You know…to thank you.”

You shook your head. “I’ve heard about your reputation, Winchester. And I’m not interested.”

“We’ll see, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

A month after that, the two of you got together. And shortly after that you moved into the bunker with him and Sam. But now, now everything had gone to hell. Dean had become obsessed with the Darkness. He needed to find it (her?).

You had no idea what to believe anymore. You had weathered so many trials and tribulations with him, been through so many things. You stayed by him when he went full demon, knowing fully how he cheated on you, the things he said to you. You know I think you’re gorgeous, sweetheart, but I’m just not a one woman kind of demon.

You were there for almost everything. When Sam was finally able to cure Dean, that was when things changed. He became super protective of you, and wouldn’t let you go anywhere. He yelled at you for wanting to go to the grocery store. At first it wasn’t too bad, but things continued to escalate. You had finally had enough when you had that blowout with him.

Yet your heart ached. It was growing increasingly more difficult to wake up alone every morning, but you knew you had to be strong, not just for yourself, but also for Dean. Stay strong. Stay strong. Stay strong.

“No cupcake. What I did when I was 26 and came home to find my wife and two kids gutted on the floor. Decide to be fine til the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you’re alive and that’s your job. And do it again the next week.”

Dean couldn’t get Frank Devereaux’s words out of his head. He sat straight up in bed, his hands rubbing at his face as he groaned. He had finally had enough. He sprang up, grabbing his duffel, and started to stuff his clothes into it, grumbling as Sam entered his room.

“Where are you going?”

“Where the hell do you think I’m going, Sammy?”

“She said she didn’t want to see you.”

“Don’t care.”

“She’s not going to let you in.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Sam sighed, feeling bad for his brother. He had never seen him have it so bad for a woman before. He picked up another large book as he sat down at the table in the library, hearing the roar of the Impala driving off in the distance.

Dean gripped the steering wheel of the Impala tightly, his mind completely focused on one thing, one mission, one person. You.

You down one last glass of wine before you started to get ready for bed. Hopefully the wine would help you settle your nerves, your thoughts lingering on the one person in the entire universe that it shouldn’t be.

Dean walked victoriously out of a bar in the middle of God-knows-where in Tennessee, holding a crumpled slip of paper in his hand. He had been hot on your trail, asking around with mutual hunter acquaintances, ducking into bars, and somehow he finally found you. He looked at that little piece of paper in his hand, your address scrawled on it in barely legible handwriting. He gripped it tightly as he nearly threw himself back into his car, hoping to whoever was up in Heaven that you would at least let him in. At the very least talk to him through the door. Because if there was one thing that he knew was true, it was that things were not supposed to end that way between the both of you. You had stayed with him through hell and back and there was no way he was going to let you go without a fight, even if he had to fight you for it.

You tidied up a little in your small apartment, clad only in a tanktop and panties, just about ready to turn in for the night when you hear a knock at the door. You furrow your eyebrows. Who the hell is knocking at this time of night. I don’t even know anybody in this bumblefuck of a town. You grab your gun off the coffee table, taking quiet steps towards the door, cursing everything as you wish you had a peephole on the door. Great, I guess I’ll just wing it. Gun in one hand, you pull the door open wide, gun cocked right in the knocker’s face. It takes you a moment, but you finally lower your weapon, eyes full of confusion and sadness.

“How did you find me?” …. …. ….

“Hello, sweetheart.”

Read Part 2

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enbysaurus-wrex · 7 years ago

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Find My Bluebird (Ramble On)

Chapter One - Gollum and the Evil One

Leaves are falling all around

It's time I was on my way

Thanks to you I'm much obliged

For such a pleasant stay

But now it's time for me to go

The autumn moon lights my way

For now I smell the rain

And with it pain

And it's headed my way

Ah, sometimes I grow so tired

But I know I've got one thing I got to do

Ramble on

And now's the time, the time is now

To sing my song

I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl

On my way

I've been this way ten years to the day

Ramble on

Gotta find the queen of all my dreams

Got no time for spreadin' roots

The time has come to be gone

And tho’ our health we drank a thousand times

It's time to ramble on

Ramble on

And now's the time, the time is now

To sing my song

I'm going 'round the world, I got to find my girl

on my way

I've been this way ten years to the day

I gotta ramble on

I gotta find the queen of all my dreams

I ain't tellin' no lie

Mine's a tale that can't be told

My freedom I hold dear

How years ago in days of old

When magic filled the air

T’was in the darkest depths of Mordor

I met a girl so fair

But Gollum, and the evil one

crept up and slipped away with her

Her, her, yeah

Ain't nothing I can do, no

I guess I keep on rambling

I'm gonna, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sing my song (I gotta find my baby)

I'm going 'round the world (I gotta ramble on sing my song, gotta work my way around the world baby, baby)

Ramble on, yeah

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, my baby

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doodoo doodoo doodoo doodoo doodoo

I gotta keep searching for my baby (baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

I gotta keep-a-searchin' for my baby (my, my, my, my, my, my, my baby)

~~~

Dean Winchester

Dean fell to his knees upon the sand. No, this can’t be happening, he thought as he looked into the still face of his friend and companion. No, not Cas.

He looked up to the sky and wondered where Chuck was. Why was the bastard allowing this? After all Dean did for him. How could he simply not care?

Dean sank further to the ground, not caring that the sand was wet beneath the seat of his jeans. No no no no no, he thought as the first tear slipped down his face. Not Cas.

He let a hand reach towards the tan fabric of his coat and gripped at the angel’s arm as more tears clouded his vision. “No,” he rasped out as he leaned forward instinctively. “Cas, please…”

His other hand found it’s way to the angel’s cheek and Dean felt how cold it was beneath is palm. “I need you, dammit! Please Cas… Please don’t leave me,” he said as he began to shake. “I need you.”

“Dean…” came his Sam's voice from behind him. He hadn't heard him approach. He ignored the younger Winchester and simply continued to stare into the lifeless face of his dead companion. “Dean!” his brother said again, more forcefully, yet Dean continued to disregard him.

Only when Dean felt a hand grasp his shoulder did he look up. “He can’t be gone, Sammy. He just can’t,” the hunter cried, unable to make eye contact with the man crouching beside him. He couldn't have stopped the tears if he had wanted to.

“Dean, I-”

“No, I don’t think you understand,” Dean managed to choke out through trembling lips. “He’s gone! He was the best man I ever knew and now he’s…” He couldn’t make himself say it. Hell, he could barely think it. He turned his attention back to his angel, noticing the wing marks seared into the sand. Dean lightly traced a finger along the imprint of a feather and wished it were him. He wished he were the one lying on the ground instead of Cas.

Sam sighed. “Dean, I’m… I’m so sorry. I know what he meant to you…” he said softly.

Dean didn’t bother arguing. What was the point? “I never got to say it back…” he murmured, moving his hand to grip the angel’s coat below his lapel.

Both brothers were quiet for some time as Sam allowed Dean to mourn a while longer before he spoke. “The nephilim disappeared," Sam informed him.

“Huh,” was all Dean managed to say. His attention still glued to the face of the lifeless body in front of him.

“Yeah, um… I went inside and found Kelly… She’s… gone,” Sam explained even though he knew Dean wasn't really listening. “Jack killed her.” When his brother didn’t say anything, Sam continued. “There were these… footprints burnt into the floor and I followed them to the nursery. And there he was, in the corner of the room, fully grown and naked.”

This caught Dean’s attention. “Fully grown?” he asked, still not taking his eyes off the angel.

“Yeah… And then he looked up at me and smiled. It was fucking creepy, dude. His eyes glowed gold.”

“And then what?”

“And then he disappeared, like I told you.”

“Weird,” Dean observed. “So how do we even find him?”

“I don’t know,” Sam admitted.

Dean tore his eyes away from Cas and looked at this brother. “So we don’t know where Rosemary’s not-baby went, we don’t know how to reopen the portal to get Mom back, and we don’t know where angels go when they die… But we’re sure as shit gonna find out,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Excuse me?” Sam asked and Dean gave him a hard look.

“I said we’re gonna figure it out. We’re finding Satan’s hell-spawn, we’re reopening the portal to Bizzaro World, and we’re getting Cas back,” Dean said with such determination all Sam could do was nod.

They wrapped Cas’s body in a white sheet they found in the house and carefully carried him to the Impala.

“He belongs at the bunker not on some beach,” Dean said as they laid him in the backseat. “It always should have been his home.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to give him a hunter’s funeral?” Sam asked as they closed the doors and began walking back towards the beach.

“He’ll need a body to come back to,” Dean shrugged as if were just that simple. “Besides, you didn’t burn me. Cas is family. He deserves Winchester treatment.”

“Okay, but he’s an angel, he could always find another body,” Sam explained.

Dean stopped mid-stride and turned to look at his brother. “Not one that’s unoccupied. Sam, that’s his body. He don’t need another one.” Having made his point, Dean strutted off towards the pyre they had set up for Kelly.

The boys were silent as they salted and burned Kelly, watching the fire licked away at the white sheet covering her body, turning it black as the flames consumed her.

“She didn’t deserve this,” Sam said solemnly as he watched the pyre.

Dean laughed, his chuckle deprived of all humor. “People rarely get what they deserve, Sam.”

“No, I guess not,” Sam admitted. “I just know this isn’t what they wanted.”

“People don’t really know what they want,” Dean said quietly. “Not until it’s too late.”

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up on him,” Sam said, turning to his brother, his face scrunched up in concern.

“Never.”

~~~

The brothers were quiet as they drove the twenty-seven hours down I-90. Dean refused to turn on the radio so they drove in silence, only stopping for gas or food. Although, Dean didn't eat and he barely slept - taking one three hour nap once they hit Montana - and insisted on taking the lion's share of the trip. His bloodshot eyes kept looking back at Cas's body in the rear-view, as if the angel were going to wake up somehow. As if his gaze could somehow will him awake.

Behind the bunker, in a clearing, they held an angelic funeral. Dean didn't say a word as he dug Cas’s grave and lowered his lifeless body into it, alone. When he finished, he stayed by the small dirt mound and cross made out of sticks long after Sam decided it was time to go back inside. He'd begged Dean to go with him, saying that it was cold outside and that Dean needed his rest, but his stubborn brother refused. He just kept staring at Cas's name etched into the wood.

As he sat there, at dawn, in the damp dew-covered grass, he thought of everything he and his angel experienced together over the past nine years. He remembered meeting Cas in the barn and how magnificently terrifying his wings were, though they were just shadows on a wall. He remembered all the times Cas had died and all the times he had come back to him... and how surprised he was each and every time. He remembered Purgatory and how relieved he was to find Cas crouched beside the stream when he’dfinally found him. He remembered how hard he fought to get Cas out, and how he’d chosen to stay. How he thought he deserved it. He remembered Cas’s face when he asked him to leave the bunker and how it felt when he finally saw him again at that Gas-n-Sip months later. He remembered the Mark of Cain and Cas being possessed by Lucifer and just how happy the angel had been when he showed up alive back at the bunker. Most of all, he remembered the past year. All of it, in agonizing detail. Cas stabbing Billie because he… they meant too much to him. Castiel, an angel of the lord, told him… them he loved them as he thought he was dying.

‘I love you… I love all of you…’ he’d said. Dean was pretty sure the first one was meant for him. He was more than sure. He knew it. The way Cas had made eye contact with him…

Dean’s throat constricted and he felt the tears well in his eyes for the hundredth time. “Cas… I’m so sorry. I… I never got to say it back…” he cried.

He'd thought the mix tape he’d given Cas might let him know how he felt, but the idiot had tried to give it back. ‘It’s a gift. You keep those,’ he’d told him, thinking there’d be time. But he was all out of time. Castiel was dead. But he'd be damned if he let him stay that way.

“Cas… I don’t know where you are or if you can even hear me but… I’m coming for you. I swear it.”

~~~

Castiel

He opens his eyes but all he can see is whiteness. He can no longer feel his body nor does he know what is up or down. All there is is nothing. It’s eerily empty.

But then he remembers dying. He remembers the pain shooting through his body as the blade pierced his chest. But most of all, he remembers Dean’s face. It was the last thing he saw before waking up to nothingness.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been here. It could have been centuries or only a few seconds, there’s no way of knowing. All he can do is float. And think. He thinks of Dean.

Dean Winchester. The Righteous Man. The man who ended the apocalypse and survived Purgatory at his side. The man who has been more of a family to him than his own ever was. The man he loved despite the fact that he could never love him back. His Dean.

And then, suddenly, he can feel him. He can feel his longing. “No.. Cas, please… I need you, dammit! Please Cas… Please don’t leave me… I NEED you,” Dean voice says inside his head.

“Dean!” Cas tries to shout but nothing comes out. His words have no air to carry them. There is only empty. If he could still cry he would, but he can’t. So he simply floats. For hours or maybe seconds. There is no time.

“Cas… I’m so sorry. I… I never got to say it back…” Dean’s voice says after some time. Say what back? Cas wonders. He can’t mean… “Cas… I don’t know where you are or if you can even hear me but… I’m coming for you. I swear it.”

And because it’s all he has left, Cas allows himself to hope. He allows himself to believe that his human will come for him and that maybe just maybe he might just love him back.

To be continued...

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11535201/chapters/25897560

#destiel #supernatural #fanfiction #fanfic #season 13 #season 13 coda #season 13 wishlist #spn #castiel #dean winchester #slash fiction

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cloneslugs · 7 years ago

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the whole venture family

for rando headcanons ur gonna get hmm a little more than anticipated sorry this is like a lot of reading..

Rusty

Sexuality Headcanon: hmm bi but he really prefers guysGender Headcanon: trans guy but not completely binaryA ship I have with said character: brock + himA BROTP I have with said character: im not gonna say Brock since i already kinda put him for romance, so i’ll go my conjectural tech boysA NOTP I have with said character: probably him & pete since thats the other pop thingA random headcanon: really wary around guns mostly bc of trauma & thats why Brock started using a knife, general social anxiety mostly stemming from being trans & also feelings of inadequacy but Brock helps w that, loves to stargaze, just really loves to go on and on about science and in a sence how beautiful the world is, doesnt sleep well most nights on account of nightmares so he usually just sits in bed or maybe paces around & checks in on his kids, hed check in on Brock but if he gets up then its a sure thing Brock is up as well, doesnt know how to quite hate his dad and it frustrates him, super lazy & whiny he tries to get Brock to carry him everywhere bc what are boyfriends & bodyguards for, cant stand watching his cartoon, never laughs at the stories that Team Venture tells & doesnt understand why other people do, good friends with Sheila, shes pretty secretive about her life & all but he feels like she gets him, hes actually cool w Malcolm & figures hes just kinda annoying, loves his kids more than anything in the world, suicidal since he was a young teen probably, flirted w Brock ALL the time when he first got him, hates loud noises & cant sleep through thunderstorms, babies his kids endlessly, he loves to talk and talk and talk but most people shut him down as a kid w that so hes afraid to now, REALLY LOVES DOGS, his family is such a saving grace he doesnt understand why they love him so much but they do and he wishes he could be better for them, his family really rekindled the warped sense of family he had growing up, General Opinion over said character: i love him i love him more than anything he is such a comfort character i love him i love him

Hank

Sexuality Headcanon: bi/pan he doesnt care what you call itGender Headcanon: nb trans boyA ship I have with said character: sirena !!!A BROTP I have with said character: Dean ofcA NOTP I have with said character: hmm idk idk any other decent hank pairings unless u demons want me to step in ugly territoryA random headcanon: he came out a few years before Dean did !! constantly calls Brock dad much to his annoyance, partly as a joke & partly bc he really does consider Brock his dad, unapologetically trans & not het he probably is the loudest & proudest in the family, hates vegetables, eats dry cereal as a snack, really into cryptids, hates bananas, doesnt know how to sit still, always excited and on the move, hes probably the most comfortable socially in the family, loves to treat Dean as if hes his actual baby brother, considers basically anyone whos a good friend as family, prefers dogs to cats, really flexible and is constantly climbing on things, he really likes monkeys, stays out of the DC or Marvel debate he just likes Batman, he knows how to catch squirrels and birds and it really freaks his parents out, hes planned his parents wedding since he was like 6 w Dean and ya boys are waiting, very affectionate and cuddly, loves to just sit w his family, likes to help Brock w chores but he sucks, totally thinks Brock could beat Batman in a fight, wants to start a family band but brock called that lame, likes to squish bugs but only if they are small, hates long trips especially when he has to sit still or everyone else stopped talking, really good at random talents he looked up online & thought were cool, the best hugger in the familyGeneral Opinion over said character: lovely lovely boy !!!! love him love him !!!! beautiful smile would give anything for him!!!!

Brock

Sexuality Headcanon: unpop opinion time but hmm very gayGender Headcanon: nb & uses he/him A ship I have with said character: rusty & him !!!A BROTP I have with said character: shoreleave ?A NOTP I have with said character: womenA random headcanon: he’s mentally ill but pretty subtle w it and all, hes pretty anxious and paranoid esp involving the Venture’s safety, he doesnt sleep well bc he is a very light sleeper & also he just. cant do it very easily, really poor sleep schedule he only gets to bed after the Ventures are asleep and he checks security & maybe gets a few chores out of the way like dishes or smth & he always wakes up way early before the ventures, trust issues mostly from years of OSI work & esp from Molotov constantly backstabbing him, Doc is v important to him bc he is a big source of trust but also comfort he always knows how to calm Brock down, actually very shy he hates crowds & doesnt like talking to people, really into fashion & stuff but doesnt get into bc Mr Blood On Everything, way into poetry, hes always felt so rough and tumble like all hes supposed to do is hurt other people and go out and be on the attack bc thats kinda the mindset he was raised with w a shitty stepdad and other people in his small hometown and he thoughts thats all he would be thats why he joined football even though he didnt care for it & thats why he loves the Iron Giant & why protecting the Ventures is so important bc he can keep things safe and have a sweet family and be gentle for once in his life, he fell for Rusty first,cat person, knows nothing abt Jonas & his Team, in a constant fued w Action Man esp just bc the dude is a dick & awful, really emotionally detached & generally apathetic outside the Ventures but he wishes he wasnt, he doesnt know how to talk about himself & his emotions or anything that really goes on in his head, he finds OSI work really draining and mehhh not his thing but he feels like its kinda cool so he does it, leaving after the family slays together is like his biggest regret and makes him feel really guilty & hes not good at forgiving himself for lots of things but especially that, he used to not care about dying before he met the ventures, the family is basically his anchor, he has a very detached idea of Self & Who He Is personally, hes impulsive to the point of suicide mostly bc hes not a good thinker in heavy situations and he has trouble wrapping his head around things,very sentimental w the family, he flusters really easy bc romance is not his strong suit and its kinda a new ballgame for him, decent cook, really bad at math but good at memorizing things about other people and random facts, he would rather die before he lets those ventures get a papercutGeneral Opinion over said character: hmm one tough dude

Dean

Sexuality Headcanon: gay !!! Gender Headcanon: trans guyA ship I have with said character: Jared !!!A BROTP I have with said character: hank !!!!A NOTP I have with said character: hmmm idrk !!! not a lot of pickings lolA random headcanon: even tho his family is LGBT he still has really bad anxiety about it, socially anxious & bad at eye contact, loves to collect stuffed animals, kisses frogs when he finds them so maybe theyll turn into a prince he still does this even when hes older but in secret, really loves disney movies, social dysphoria makes him nervous w dating, doesnt like to pick a favorite animal even though its giraffes, but doesnt like to get in the debate of cats v dogs even though he prefers cats, crybaby like the rest of his family, babied by everyone else and he kinda hates it, brock loves them equally but he especially babied dean when they were little, mostly bc him & dean were Venture Safety Patrol and always trying to keep the others from doing something dumb or dangerous, likes to garden & keep plants but hes really forgetful so Brock either has to take over or they die, cries during horror movies, big hand holder, gets frustrated with himself really easily especially growing up, likes to paint nails, smells every flower & pets every animal he can get his hands on, cant handle when people argue w him or w each other, took him a while to realize he was gay and now its really confusing and frustrating for him so he kinda ignores it as much as he can, only comfy wearing short sleeves around his family, best at making flower crowns, loves to style Brocks hair, cant go to bed unless he kisses everyone goodnight, really bad at paying attention he daydreams a lot, collects feathers, gets drained easily in most situations, the king of platonic kisses, likes to color, most comfy around his family & they know hot to take care of him the best, overwhelmed easily, smiles at dogs he sees being walked, refuses to kill spiders or bugs, scared of big bugs but makes Brock put them outside, if its cute he wants it, cant skip rocks even though brock & hank try to teach him, when hes overwhelmed he sits w his family, really bad balance, probably the Venture that gets the most hugs & kisses but its a close raceGeneral Opinion over said character: trying & tired

#trans-rustyventure #asks #vb talk

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eyes-of-a-disney-princess · 8 years ago

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CYOSTODA - Part Two: Dean Picks Dare

Characters: Dean, Leah, Sam, and Reader

Location: Motel room, Crappsville, USA

Word Count: 1205

Warnings: Swearing

Following on from Part 1 by @littlegreenplasticsoldier, where you get into a game of Truth or Dare with Dean, Sam, and their motel neighbour, Leah. You’ve just asked Dean Truth or Dare.

CYOSTODA Mastermess here

Dean’s staring at you, those gorgeous green eyes flitting over your face, and you can see the wheels turning, can practically smell the smoke. He locks eyes with yours as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip and you fight your urge to follow it’s path so hard you can feel your eyeballs shake with the effort. Dean smirks at you, like he knows full well what he’s doing to you, which let’s face it, he probably does.

“Dare.” he finally says, low and sure.

Shit. Shit fuck dammit. It’s too early in the night to just come out and straight up dare him to fuck your brains out. Plus, you know, desperate much? Yeah, no. Better think of something else, something more subtle.

“Alright, Winchester. I dare you to remove three articles of clothing from the person of your choice.” You give him your best flirty smile, trying like hell to hide your hope, “You can even pick Sammy if you’re scared.”

Sam laughs next to you, “Don’t even think about it.”

You glance over to Leah again, curious to see her reaction. She’s smiling, eyes hopping back and forth from Dean to you. She catches you watching her and throws you another wink, this one full of support. She straightens her spine and stares at Dean, confidence oozing from every pore, one eyebrow elegantly arched. Wow, you wish you could be so sure of yourself. You lift your glass, needing more liquid courage because no matter who he picks, you’re sure as hell gonna need it. Before the glass can reach your lips, you stop in thought. No one ever picks the person who actually wants to be picked. So why is she being so…? You flick your eyes over to her, confusion all over your face. She doesn’t look at you, eyes staying steady on Dean, the only sign she gives that she’s aware of you watching her is a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Son of a bitch, she’s good. You just hope he falls for it.

“Y/N.” Dean says just as you toss back your drink. You choke on the liquor, coughing as it burns your throat. Oh God, he fell for it.

He’s still smirking at you, the bastard. He motions at you, thumb jerking up. “Stand up, sweetheart.”

Abort! Your brain’s yelling at you. No, no, see where this takes you. Your vagina reassures you. Alcohol, more alcohol. Your nerves whisper to you. You take your nerves advice, moving to your hands and knees to crawl over and grab the bottle, chugging whiskey straight from the bottle. You catch Sam in your peripheral, his eyes on your lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle. Jesus, you may end up regretting this idea.

You set the bottle back down off to your side, the glass thunking against the threadbare carpet. You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, worrying the remaining whiskey off the skin. Ok, you can do this. You push yourself up, wobbling a bit when the blood rushes from your head. Dean rises to his knees, as fucking smooth as ever, and shuffles over so he’s in front of you. This is a view you could get used to; Dean on his knees, staring up at you with wide eyes, fanned out eyelashes so long and thick you almost want to punch him, plush pink lips slightly parted.

You get a little lost in your thoughts, alright fantasies, until Dean’s hands on your hips yank you back to the here and now. He glides his hands down your thighs, thumbs reaching towards the inseam of your jeans and you have to put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. You were wrong, you can’t do this. Dean gives you a small reprieve as he runs his hands down to just under the knee, sitting back on his heels and tapping one hand on the back of your calf so you raise your foot. He guides you to place it on his thigh then runs his hands up under your pant leg. You find yourself thanking God that you had to wear your Fed suit yesterday and therefore had to shave your legs in order to maintain a truly professional look, this would be so much more embarrassing if you hadn’t gotten rid of the forest you’d been growing.

When his warm, calloused fingers make contact, you practically jump out of your skin. He chuckles lowly as he curls his fingers under the cuff of your sock and slowly eases it down and over your heel, lifting your foot off his thigh as he slides it the rest of the way off your foot. You don’t take your eyes off Dean as he twirls your sock in the air before throwing it somewhere behind you but you vaguely hear Sam and Leah laughing.

“Saucy.” Sam teases.

Dean just smiles as he straightens back up, hands falling on your hips again. He lets his fingertips play against the skin above the waistband of your pants as he moves to your belt buckle. Oh God. He watches your face as he works the buckle open, his eyes darkening as your breath picks up. He grabs the buckle and pulls, the leather making an incredibly arousing sound as he pulls it through the loops. He drops the belt to the floor with a thud and quickly stands up.

Your breath picks up even more when he gives the hem of your shirt a gentle tug and raises a brow at you. Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Dean’s looking at you so reassuringly, so...is that tenderness you see in his eyes? Or is that just the whiskey? Either way, you nod your head.

Dean grabs the hem of your t-shirt and the tails of your plaid shirt in both hands but doesn’t get any further than your belly button before Sam interjects. “That’s two pieces…”

“Shut it.” Dean points at him, stopping him before he even finishes his sentence.

Dean gets both hands on your shirts and starts pulling them up, the backs of his knuckles dragging against your sides. You shiver as goosebumps break out across your skin. He gets the shirt to your armpits and you lift your arms up over your head. You hear three different gasps fill the room as Dean pulls the shirt up over face and uncovers your breasts. Turns out leaving your sexiest, but least comfortable bra, as your last option until laundry day worked out for you this time. High five for procrastination! You shake your hair back when your head’s finally freed, looking up at Dean to see his eyes are locked on your breasts, following the lacy line over the swell of each one, tongue playing behind his teeth. His eyes meet yours as he drops your shirts to the floor, one hand coming up to brush his thumb over your cheekbone, he drops his gaze to your lips and leans in…

“Dean.” Sam says sternly. “There’s rules, dude.”

Dean rolls his eyes and backs away, grumbling. “You and your fucking rules. Ok, Leah, guess you’re up. Truth or dare?”

Leah picks truth, written by @revwinchester

Leah picks dare, to be written by @revwinchester (yeah, she’s doing both, deal with it)

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bobafetts-princess · 8 years ago

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Not My Type

Description: The boys and the Reader are on a case they can’t solve, so they call in for help.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count:

Warnings: Smuuuuuttttttttt, little dirty talk, jealousy, cursing, the usual.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! I hope you guys enjoy reading it just as much! As always, my requests are open so feel free so shoot some ideas my way.

Tagging: @but-deans-back-tho @its-my-perky-nipples @thebunkerismyhome @deanscolette @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @tssweets @supernaturalimagine @kittenofdoomage

You sighed because this godforsaken vampire case was getting out of hand. Four girls were dead, three more were missing and you were struggling with luring this thing in. You glanced out from behind your computer screen at Sam and Dean. They were doing research trying to see if there was something in the tendencies that they missed. The hardest part was finding someone who fit the vampires type. It was exactly the opposite of you, so they couldn't use you as bait. It didn’t matter what you tried, this vamp was avoiding you at all costs. You were stressed. You didn't want anymore women going missing, and you didn't want anymore to die. You were running out of options and you didn't know what else to do. "I give. We're gonna have to call for backup." Dean said, flopping his arms down on his computer, closing it. "We are the backup, Dean." Sam retaliated, exasperation coloring his features. "No. Jenna isn't far from here last time I heard. She fits the vamps type." Jenna? Who the fuck is Jenna?? You thought to yourself, choosing to keep your mouth shut. "I wonder why she didn't take on the case?" Sam asked. "I dunno. I don't think she's hunting as much lately. Last time we hunted with her, she almost died. Remember?" "Yeah I remember. It was our fault. How could I forget?" "How was it your fault?" You chimed in, curiosity getting the better of you. "She got captured by a Djinn. We almost didn't find her and get her to a hospital before he sucked the life out of her. She wasn't supposed to be out of our sight and we lost her in the warehouse." Dean's feelings about the situation evident. He was still upset that it had even happened and he didn't want to think about it. "It wasn't completely your fault. Besides, she made it out alive." You reminded him, hating seeing Dean beating himself up. "It was basically our fault. We shouldn't have lost her." Sam chimed in and you could see the hurt and frustration on both of their faces when they talked about it. "How well did you guys know her?" You probed, wanting to know more about this mysterious Jenna. "Well Dean knew her better than I did." Sam told you, turning to look directly at Dean. "Shut up dude, no I didn't." Dean retorted, clearly uncomfortable. "Yes, you did. Unless I was forced to listen to the walls scream half the night" Sam told him, causing Dean to turn red and grimace. Your blood boiled at the thought of another woman with Dean. You'd had a crush on Dean since he and Sam had rescued you from a werewolf a couple years ago. Since then, it had blown into full on, toe curling, keep you awake at night, head over heels love. On your end, at least. You were 99% sure that Dean didn't reciprocate your feelings in the slightest. You tried not to let this unknown woman bother you. You knew Dean wasn't a monk any more than you were a nun but you still weren't sure you wanted to be around someone who had history with him. "I think we should at least call her. She might be able to help us out." Sam decided, pulling out his cell and flipping through his contacts. "Dean, maybe you should be the one to call her. You guys were friendlier than she and I were. Do you still have her number? I can’t find it in my phone." "Fine. But I don’t think she’ll come. I’m sure I’ve got it here somewhere." Dean conceded as he picked up the phone and searched through his contacts. He sighed out of frustration when he found her name, shooting Sam a look of slight disdain when he put the phone up to his ear. "Yeah, hey, Jenna, what's up?" He said and it surprised you a little bit that he seemed nervous. A small, feminine voice came through the phone, but you couldn’t discern what it was saying. "Not much. Hunting around your area. We were actually hoping you could come and help us out." He said, and you heard silence from the other end of the phone. "Jenna?" He prodded, and you could tell he was hoping she hadn't hung up on him. You heard a loud burst of noise from the other end of the phone and Dean winced, holding the phone slightly away from his ear. You perked up for a second, thinking she’d hung up on him when he started speaking again. "You'll come help??" Dean asked, incredulously. You deflated immediately. This was exactly what you didn't want. You were sure that Dean would still be attracted to her and you weren't sure your heart could handle that. "Okay cool. We'll see you in a couple hours." Dean said, smugness seeping through his tone of voice, even though he was still seemed nervous. "Jenna is going to come help us out. She said she'll be here around 6 tonight. That gives us a couple hours to come up with a plan." He said, clearly satisfied with himself as he settled down on the bed for a quick nap. A car rumbled in the parking lot a couple hours later and your stomach dropped, you know it was Jenna. A small knock from the entrance to the motel caused your anxiety about the situation to spike and you weren't sure how you were going handle all this. Sam got up to answer it since Dean was taking a nap and Jenna walked in, taking your breath away. She was tall, fit and had an air of confidence that surrounded her and you were instantly jealous. Her eyes surveyed the room and she flipped her hair over her shoulder as they fell on you. "You must be Y/N. I'd heard they were hunting with someone." She didn't say it with disdain or contempt, she was just curious. If she didn’t have history with Dean, you felt like the two of you could probably get along. She walked towards you and you were amazed at how effortless her stride was. She stuck her hand out. Saying "I'm Jenna. I don't know how much these two have told you about me, but I promise I'm nicer than they've probably made me out to be." She said, flashing you a genuine smile. "I actually haven't heard much, just that you’ve hunted with them." You responded, standing to shake her hand. "Good. Then you can make your own deductions about me!" She said with a small laugh. You smiled back at her, trying to figure out whether you should like her or hate her. She turned to face Sam and catch up on the case you were working on while you took the opportunity to wake Dean to let him know she was here. You shook him gently, knowing he would be aggressive if he was woken up too harshly. His emerald green eyes opened and registered you and he flashed you a beautiful smile before asking why you were waking him up. "Jenna is here. Sam's running through the plan for tonight with her." "Oh cool. Thanks for letting me sleep. I was exhausted." He said, swinging his legs to the side of the bed and standing up, leaving your shorter frame dwarfed in his. "Hey Jenna. What's up?" He said, attempting to be nonchalant. She stalked over towards him, her long, toned legs carrying towards him. "Hey Dean, how ya been?" She said, poking him in the chest with her fingers and dropping her eyelids in a sexy manner. You saw Dean gulp, but you weren't sure if it was because he was nervous or because she looked so damn good doing whatever she was doing. "I've been good, Jenna. How are you?" Dean asked, stepping out from behind her fingers. "I'm good, Dean-O. Little disappointed I haven't heard from you in a while." She said, letting her lips drop into a sexy pout. "Sorry, we've been busy hunting. A lot. And we met Y/N here, so we've been trying to get her acclimated with our lifestyle." He waved a hand in your general direction and you had to resist the urge to wave at someone you’d already met. "Ah, yes. I've met her already. I like her. She seems calm, unlike the two of you." She tossed a smile your way and it was so infectious that you couldn't help it smile back. "We like her too." Sam said, butting in and wrapping his arm around your shoulder and giving you a side hug. You basked in the momentary warmth, forgetting how jealous you were of Jenna. Until she wrapped long fingers around Dean's bicep and looked up at him through her lashes. Dean loudly cleared his throat and stepped away from her hand. "So, did you talk about the plan?" Dean said and you could sense he may have been a bit uncomfortable about having Jenna there. You chalked it up to her near-death experience that Dean had been involved in and you brushed it off. "Yes! Sammy told me that Y/N and I would be together off and you two would be watching for anyone watching us. Hopefully we can catch this fucker and put him down." She said, you caught Sam grimace out of the corner of your eye at the nickname and you had to repress a giggle. You sighed at the plan though, you hated the idea of spending a couple hours with her, but maybe she wouldn't be so bad. She seemed nice but if she kept hitting on Dean, the two of you might have issues. Maybe. You didn't want Dean to know you had feelings, but you didn't know if you could handle him sleeping with his girl. "Alright. Let's get ready to head out. Y/N and Jenna, take your car. Sammy and I will take mine. We don't need to be seen showing up together." Dean instructed. You grabbed your bag, gathering yourself to change into your "club clothes" and headed towards the bathroom. You picked out a maroon V-necked, long-sleeved shirt with your black skinny jeans and some black flats. You had a feeling you'd be running tonight and heels would be completely idiotic for you to wear. You did your makeup, a slight smoky eye with some dark lipstick that matched your shirt. You felt good about what you were wearing and you couldn't wait for Dean to see you. You walked out of the bathroom and saw Jenna almost sitting on Dean's lap, whispering something to him. "Oh hey!" She said, noting you as you walked out of the bathroom, and wrapping an arm around Dean's shoulders. "Dean and I were just catching up. I love your outfit. It looks so good on you!" Dean looked tense and uncomfortable under her arm and you couldn't figure out why. "Oh. Thanks. I hope it's appropriate." You said, chewing nervously on your lip. "It is, don’t worry! I love it. I'm going to get changed into my clothes too." She said, jumping up off Dean's lap and giving him a small peck on the cheek, causing him to turn red and hunch away from her. As she entered the bathroom, you faced Dean and asked him "What the hell is your problem? Why are you acting so weird??" "Don't worry about it. It won't affect the case." "I don't give a fuck about the case right now. Why are you acting so odd??" “None of your damn business, Y/N. Let it go.” He said, his tone and the fact that he stalked outside made it clear that he wasn’t going to discuss it with you any further. You shot Sam a quizzical look, which he pointedly ignored as he followed Dean out the front door. You moved to follow them outside and figure out what the hell was happening when Jenna came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a mid-thigh length white dress that hugged her curves. She had on a pair of gorgeous gold pump that complimented her dress and matching eyeliner and you couldn’t help but awe at how amazing she looked. “Where’s Sam and Dean?” She asked, glancing around the room. “Outside. Dean is grouchy, but I’m not sure why.” You said, shooting a confused look at the closed door. “I think it’s because of me.” Jenna said, as she hung her head. “You? What the hell did you do?” “I think Dean's interested in someone else. That’s why I’m trying to make him uncomfortable so he’ll make a move.” She answered you. What the fuck is going on??? You thought to yourself. “What?” “Just go talk to him. I’m sure he’ll explain everything.” Jenna said, with a smile. “Oooookkaayyy…” You responded, before walking towards the front door. You gently pushed it open, expecting to see Sam or Dean next to the door, but they weren't there. You looked for the Impala and saw Dean sitting in the drivers seat, talking to Sam. You decided to give them a minute before disturbing them. You didn't get much time to let them talk, before Dean was out of the car and headed your way. “Dean, what’s going-“ You tried asking him but your breath left your body as he shoved you up against the wall next to the door and kissed you roughly. He pulled away much too soon and rested his head against yours. “I’ve wanted to do that since we’ve met.” He whispered. “What?” You answered back, feeling like that was the only word you knew. “I’ve been crazy about you from the moment I met you, Y/N. I just didn’t have the guts to do anything until Jenna basically made me.” “What? What does that even mean?” You asked, breathless. “It means that I’m crazy about you. I’m sorry I didn’t get it figured out sooner.” He said, leaning back in and kissing you softly. “I knew it. That’s what I was telling Dean when you came out of the bathroom. I told him that if he didn’t tell you how he felt, I would.” Came a soft voice from the now open door. You looked towards it, finding Jenna smirking at you and Dean with Sam standing triumphantly behind her. “So, Sam and I heading to the club a little early, to have a drink and scope the place out to see if anyone looks suspicious. That means the motel will be free for a while.” She told you with a wink before turning and walking to her car with Sam and pulling out of the parking lot. “The room will be ours for a while,” Dean said, sliding his hand over the curve of your waist and dropping it down to the curve of your ass, “and I think we should take advantage of it.” He whispered the last part, ghosting his lips over your neck before moving his lips to connect back with your mouth. He kissed you furiously, you could taste his pent-up desire as he pushed you backwards towards the open door and the bed in the room. “Do you want to do this? Do you even feel the same way?” Dean stopped in the doorway, eyeballing you nervously like you’d say no. “Dean, you’re an idiot. I’ve felt the same way about you from the moment we met.” You smiled up at him, grasping the front of his shirt in your hands and pulling him closer. You took the lead, turning him around and pushing him backwards towards the bed until he landed on it with a thump. You clamored atop him, straddling his narrow waist, and lowered your head to nip at his collarbone. He groaned loudly and you took that as the cue to move a little lower and test the waters. You slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing your way down his chest until you reached his belt buckle. He sat up, reaching for you, and you took the opportunity to push the shirt off his shoulders and grasp his shirt from the back to pull it off. Your lips met again as Dean began working at your shirt, freeing it from your jeans and he pulled it off with vigor and tossed it across the room. Without warning, he switched your positons so that he was on top and in control as he started working the buttons on your jeans before pulling them off and tossing them in the same corner as your shirt. He pulled back to admire your semi-naked form, not realizing you’d forgone a bra due to the nature of the back of your shirt and he was pleasantly surprised by it. “No bra, huh?” He asked, smirking. “Nah, can’t wear one with this shirt. Do you like it?” You responded, feeling cheeky. He reached down, cupping your breasts with adoration and whispered a breathy yes before lowering his head and taking one of your peaked nipples in his mouth. You arched, the feeling of his soft lips and hot tongue scorching your skin as he sucked the peak, hard. His opposite hand toyed with your free nipple, pulling it into the same hard peak as the first. “You like that?” He asked, releasing your nipple and traversing his way across your breastbone to give the same treatment to your other nipple. “Uh, yes, Dean.” You groaned out, feeling the wetness pool in your panties as he tormented you with his mouth. Suddenly, he released your nipple, kissing his way down your stomach, stopping only to dip his tongue in your belly-button, surprising you, but not in a bad way. As he reached the apex of your thighs, your breath hitched, not sure what to expect from Dean. He ran his index finger lightly over your clothed slit, lightly brushing your clit which caused you to jump slightly. “Shhh, babygirl. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered, grabbing the sides of your lacey pink panties and working them down your legs. He tossed the underwear over his shoulder, a hungry look in his eyes, and pushed your legs apart, admiring your sex. He leaned forwards, brushing your inner thighs with featherlight kisses, his scruff scratching your legs pleasantly. His thick fingers dug into your hips as he worked his way to your sex and you couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. When he finally reached your sex, his tongue darted out, tasting and testing what you liked best and what he liked best. Finally, he licked one thick stripe through your sex, making your back arch and you to cry out loudly. Dean continued his attack on your pussy, doing things to make you writhe and cry out and beg for more. When he knew you couldn’t take it anymore, he sucked your throbbing clit between his perfectly plump lips and pushed you over the edge into a hard orgasm. When you finally came back down from your high, Dean was working his way up your body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He reached your mouth, almost hesitant to kiss you with your juices dripping off his chin but you were having none of that and pulled him in for a deep kiss. You tasted yourself on him and you initially thought it would be odd, but you truly loved the taste, you couldn’t get enough. Deans fingers slowly worked your throbbing clit over, and the other palmed himself through his jeans. “C’mon babe, get those off.” You whispered, gesturing towards his jeans and the tent that sat there. You sat up, reaching for the buckle and intending to return the favor but Dean held your hands at bay, reaching in his back pocket and producing a condom before pushing down his jeans and rolling it on. You got an up-close and personal view of his rock-hard cock and just the sight of it was enough to almost give you another orgasm. He pushed you backwards, climbing on the bed with you and settling himself between your thighs. “I’d much rather be buried in your pussy than your mouth right now, are you ready?” He asked, and you raised yourself up on your elbows to watch what he was doing. He slid his cock between your lips, wetting his tip to prep himself for entering you. “Fuck.” You responded, tossing your head back and enjoying the feeling of his head brushing over your clit. “I said, are you ready?” Dean asked, more sternly. He wanted you to answer him with words, not body language. “Maybe.” You responded, teasing him. He answered your teases by slapping your clit with his cock, making you cry out for more. “You have to answer me before I give it to you.” He said, rubbing you just the right way, figuratively and literally. “Fuck. Yes, Dean. I’m so fucking ready.” You told him and he wasted no time in pushing into your dripping wet entrance. “Holy shit. Your pussy feels so good.” He told you, moving slowly so he didn’t hurt you. Once he was fully sheathed inside you, he pulled your leg up to give himself better access and began thrusting, slowly but efficiently. He had you begging for more in no time at all and it didn’t take long for him to lose control and begin giving everything he had. Soon, you felt another orgasm building and you tossed your head back and just enjoyed the sensation of Dean pounding you. Your pussy began clenching down on him, bringing both of you to the brink. He reached a hand between your bodies, finding your clit with ease and finally pushing you over the brink. “Come on, Dean. Come for me.” You encouraged, raking your nails down his chest and clamping down on his cock just right. “Ah. Fuck. I’m gonna come, Y/N.” He told you, releasing your leg and burying his face in your neck as he rolled through his orgasm. He rolled off you, sliding to the side to wrap his arm around your waist, kissing you behind the ear as he did so. “That was amazing. I’m not sure why I didn’t do that sooner.” You were so exhausted that all you could do was nod your agreement before rolling over to kiss him solidly on the lips. “I like you, Dean Winchester.” You said, establishing your feelings for him out loud. “I like you too, Y/N.” He said back, pecking you on the lips before standing up and pulling on his pants and tossing you your panties. “C’mon, babe. We’ve got a vamp to take down. They’ll be waiting on us. We’re going to have to get our our own hotel room tonight too, because I want round two with you.” He reiterated, bending down to kiss you soundly on the mouth, winding his fingers through your hair. You were so awestruck at the sight of a shirtless Dean calling you babe that you couldn’t do much but kiss him back and thank the lucky stars for Jenna.

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feels-andmorefeels · 8 years ago

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Waiter!Dean: What would you like from the Menu Sir? Customer!Cas: Are you on it? ;) Lol...I saw that you wanted prompts and here's one! I'm sorry if you've already done this or seen it. Not mine tho! Just disclaimer!

Sorry it took me so long to get around to this, I've been tired and depressed so I haven't done much but finally! Here it is! Saturday nights at the Roadhouse is Dean’s enemy, sometimes he wishes that Saturday would stop existing or that the Roadhouse would burn down, but he quickly remembers that he enjoys his job for the most part, enjoys and loves his co workers and desperately needs the money. So Dean takes a deep breath and gets over his complaining. As he ties the apron around his waist he lets out a sigh watching the first wave of customers walk in. These customers tend to be families or friends just having a get together-they're easy to handle. It's when the second wave of customers- the drinkers come in when Dean starts getting irritated. He found that there is a constant pattern of men and women getting drunk and aggressively hitting on him. It disgusts him how vulgar the customers can get, the women tend to stay sweet but constantly being told how good it would be to see a dick go up his ass is slightly disturbing to Dean. For one, he is not gay and two that just sounds uncomfortable and based on the couple times he has tried to finger himself proved it. Dean walks over to the first table a considerably big group that can automatically be recognized as a family, at least by the small bickering between the kids. He steps up and says, “Hello! My name is Dean and I’ll be your waiter for the night. Can I get you guys something to drink ?” Dean licks his lips nervously as he feels multiple eyes settle on him. The first one to speak up looks to be the father, “Cokes all around will be fine.” Dean nods writing it down. “1 Perfect. I’ll be right back with those for you.” He quickly does a headcount eight total. As he finishes he count Dean locks eyes with probably the most beautiful blue he has ever seen. It takes Dean about thirty seconds to pull his eyes away from the almost unnerving stare. He quickly walks off getting the cokes. As he fills the glasses he sighs, “Benny! There is a big family and one of the boys stared at me like...a full on uncomfortable stare.” His coworker Benny let's out a laugh. “Can you blame him ? You're pretty hot.” Dean feels his cheeks burn at the comment. “Shut up.” He scowls as he puts the glasses on a serving tray. “Once I drop these off would you mind taking over the table.” Benny shakes his head, “Nope. It's all for you.” Dean let's out a groan as he exits the kitchen. He puts on his best smile as he walks to the table. “Here you guys go.” He chips out. He begins setting the glasses around the table when the same pair of blue eyes follow his every movement. Dean will never ever admit this, but he actually doesn't mind, there is something different about this guy. Dean sets the class down in front of the man and receives a soft yet rough, “Thank you.” Dean begins to panic, truly panic because Jesus fuck, the blue eyed mans voice does things to him that he will never admit to. Dean almost forgets to continue doing his job but simply clears his throats muttering a thank you and moves on. One of the younger ones, longer golden hair smiles at Dean when he sets the soda pop down. “Don't mind Cassie over there, he just gets that way around beautiful men.” The boy then winks at Dean making him slightly uncomfortable. “Oh. Okay.” Dean states dumbly not sure what else to do. He looks over the family again seeing that some of the other kids are interacting with each other but the assumed dad is watching Dean carefully. Somehow, Dean's eyes end up on...Cassie’s ? Interesting name for a boy, maybe it is a nickname. “Are you guys ready to order ?” Dean asks in his customer service voice-which is surprisingly different than his actual voice. Everyone at the table settles down and gives him their orders and once again when Cass speak Dean feels the similar tingles spread through his body. He simply nods, “Awesome. It'll be out in a few minutes.” Dean walks away feeling the stare on him. When he gets in the kitchen and hands Benny the order Benny tilts his head. “Dude are you okay ? You look flustered and red...please don't get sick. I can't survive alone.” Dean just shakes his head. “Just a very interesting table, uncomfortable.” He breathes out causing a frown to form on Benny’s face. “Why because a boy is hitting on you ?” Dean rolls his eyes at Benny, “No.” he almost replies rudely. Dean leaves the kitchen as the host informs him another group of people came in. So Dean goes out and goes through the motions, trying his hardest not to look back at the man but miserably failing. Once he got the second table their drinks he gets the food from his first table ready to serve. Benny laughs as he sees Dean’s anxiety flare up, “Just relax brother.” He states causing Dean to nod frantically. “Right..relax I can do that.” He quickly goes out serving the food and quickly gets out of there with minimal interaction, to say the least he is tipped poorly when the family leaves; what surprises Dean is that Cass did not leave with the family. He simply moved to the bar. Great. Dean is in disbelieve that the man is going to be a part of the second wave of customers.Around 7:30 pm Dean changes his shift to bartending while Jo takes over serving. Dean approaches the man with a nervous smile, “Nice to see you here. Here is the menu.” Dean hands the man the menu. “it is Cassie right ?” Dean watches as the mesmerizing eyes roll slightly in clear irritation. “No. That is simply, a very annoying nickname my brother has given me. The name is Castiel.” Castiel’s voice is a bit louder than before, slightly more confident and deep. A real deep and sexy voice. Dean licks his lips, “Nice to meet you Castiel.” He breathes out becoming frustrated with just how flustered and turned on this man makes him. Cass looks over the menu for a minute or so before looking up prompting Dean to ask, “So what can I get for you ?” Castiel smirks before responding, “Are you on the menu ?” Dean turns bright red and looks around the bar absolutely avoiding any eye contact with Cass. He inhales deeply before retorting, “Unfortunately we don't promote cannibalism here.” Cass let's out the most beautiful laugh Dean has ever heard. “That is quite a disappointment, I am sure you taste amazing.” There is a purr in his tone that makes Dean grip the bar, he grips it so hard that his knuckles turn white. “I have been told that before.” Dean says slowly becoming more confident, he even make direct eye contact with Castiel. The endless blue eyes are no longer as blue as before seeing as the color is being swallowed by the expansion of his pupils. Arousal. “Guess I’ll have to settle for a mojito.” Cass shrugs before smiling. “And maybe after your shift we can go somewhere that promotes said cannibalism.” Dean swallows nervously as he considers the offer before his brain can catch up the words are falling his lips, “I get off in two hours. Don't get drunk.” Cass simply nods looking over Dean as he begins to the make the drink. He slides it to Cass before approaching another man at the bar. One of the regulars that Dean absolutely hates, Alastair gets more and more vulgar and pushing with every night.“What can I get you douchebag ?” Dean sourly asks. “That's no way to treat a customer babe.” Alastair respond before adding, “I'll have to punish you for it later...bend you over, spank that fine ass till it's all bruised.” Dean’s jaw clenches as the sick feeling bubbles into him.“I'm assuming you want the regular.” Dean replies as he reaches for the whiskey. He begins pouring it in the glass, “Ya know I wish you would stop showing up here.” Alastair frowns as he says, “And I want to shove my dick up your ass and mark you with my cum but we don't always get what we want.” In a moment Castiel is by Alastair growling, “If you do not leave him alone I will have to take a drastic action to make you leave and never come back.” Alastair laughs, “I think you should watch your mouth..boy. I ain't afraid to hurt you.” At that Dean feels pure rage, no one will hurt his Castiel and that is not a thought he is going to process.”Alastair leave him alone.” Dean grits out. Castiel suddenly hits Alastair, he hits him hard and upon contact Alastair drops, knocked out cold. Dean’s eyes widen slightly, “Jesus Cass...you do this often ?” He laughs out suddenly becoming very very uncomfortable hot. Dean suppress the groan of annoyance when he feels his pants tighten. Cass turns to him with a deep frown, “No. I actually never do this.” Dean inhales sharply as he feels the overwhelming feeling of being special. “Cass..we should go just...just give me a sec.” Before Castiel has the chance to speak Dean is running to the back. Within a few minutes he is back out, “Sorry ‘bout that had to tell my boss I was leaving. Explained the situation and she said you are welcome here anytime.” Castiel raises an eyebrow. “Interesting response to an act of violence.” Dean laughs with a nod, “Well she is very interesting.” He looks down at Alastair and frowns as he walks around him heading for the exit, Cass right behind him. Dean explains where his apartment is and the two begin walking, a silence settles over the two as Dean begins getting lost in thought. There is a sudden grip on his arm that is pulling him in an alley then shoving him against the brick wall. He gasps out from the impact and it takes Dean a few seconds to realize that it Castiel doing this. They lock eyes before Cass leans in and kisses Dean, hard, desperate and sloppy. He is clearly inexperienced but Dean can't find it in him to care, the only thing he can focus on is the chapped lips against his and the soft tongue fucking into his mouth. Dean moans into the kiss as he swirls his tongue around Castiel's needing to taste him. A small whimper is mixed into the kiss from Cass as he slots his leg into between Dean's slightly brushing against Dean's erection. Dean breaks the kiss gasping then breathing heavily, trying his best to control it but he loses his mind when Castiel whispers roughly in his ear, “I want to make you feel good.” Cass begins nibbling and sucking on Dean’s ear lobe drawing another gasp from the man as he begins grinding against Castiel's leg, needing some relieve for his painfully hard dick.”Fuck Cass.” Dean rasps out as Castiel begins sucking and biting small marks on Dean’s neck. Dean grips onto Castiel's wild dark hair speeding up his thrusts. Everything is overwhelming but it only gets better when Cass slides his hands up Dean's shirt and begins pinching gently at his nipples causing Dean to let out a loud moan. This continues for a few minutes till Dean finally breathes out, “C-Cass stop.” The man automatically stops and pulls away looking slightly nervous, “Did I cross a line ?” He asks clearly nervous. “No! No..just wanna get to my place for more privacy.” Dean replies. Castiel simply nods taking Dean's hand gently in his, “Well let us go then.” Dean nods quickly and begins leading Cass to his apartment. They are there within five minutes and the second they step into Dean's apartment, Castiel latches himself back onto Dean's throat while picking Dean up. Dean roughly explains where his room his and Castiel gets them there within a matter of seconds. When they do Cass throws Dean on the bed and crawls on top him beginning to kiss him once again. It gets hot, a lot hotter than it had been outside and Dean finds himself shirtless with Castiel's mouth attached to his nipples sucking and biting on them causing constant moans from Dean, a noise that Castiel could get used to. When Cass pulls away from Dean, He whines in a complaint. Cass chuckles, shaking his head while he begins working Dean’s pants off, “You are so needy.” Dean only whimpers in response then sighs in relief when he feels his cock hit his stomach when released from the constraint of his pants. Cass hungrily looks Dean up and down before he begins to kiss down Dean's chest once again playing with his nipples drawing out those beautiful moans once more before kissing a trail down. As he sinks lower small gasps fall from Dean’s mouth. Cass looks over the hard cock in front of him then gently licks the underside, ever so slowly causing Dean to buck his hips up but Cass quickly puts a stop to the action by gripping Dean's hips roughly and holding him down. Cass feels a sudden wave of arousal shoot through him as he realizes that bruises will be left. Dean whimpers as Castiel takes him into his mouth and sinks down slowly as he sucks and swirls his tongue around Dean's shaft. When Dean’s dick hits the back of Castiel's throat, he swallows causing Dean to slide down his throat slightly. Dean gasps loudly while gripping at the sheets. Castiel swallows once more focusing on making sure he is constructing his muscles perfectly around dean. Castiel slowly pulls off of Dean, who grunts in annoyance at the loss of contact. “Don't worry baby.” Cass soothes before he begins sucking softly at Dean’s balls gently but quickly sinks lower. Cass circles his tongue around the rim of Dean’s asshole. Dean shivers in pleasure as he lets out a soft moan which increases in volume as Cass spreads his cheeks wide and begins fucking into him ruthlessly with his tongue. Once Castiel is satisfied with the mess Dean has become he pulls away and grabs the lube quickly slicking two fingers up and pressing them into Dean without much warning. Dean groans in pain and pleasure, tensing up slightly as he gets used to the new member in his body. Castiel allows Dean to adjust before slowly pumping his fingers in and out of Dean, scissoring him open as he does so. Dean breathes heavily sinking into the foreign feeling. Eventually Castiel adds a third finger drawing a whimper from Dean. He grunts out and stutters, “C-Cass need more..need you.” When Castiel removes his fingers from Dean he sighs. “Alright baby boy.” Cass nearly whispers. Dean responds with a hum and smile. Cass quickly find the condom and slides it onto himself, then quickly lubes himself up becoming impossibly harder as he thinks about the warmth and pressure that is about to suffocate his cock. Dean watches Castiel's every movement filling with impatience. Without any warning Castiel is slamming into Dean in one fluid moment. Dean whimpers out a moan and grinds back against Castiel to try and get the man buried deeper inside of him. Castiel chuckles at the response before pulling all the way out and pounding back in. Cass grips tightly onto Dean’s hips and begins to fuck him hard, deep and ruthlessly. Once Cass finds Dean’s prostate, he focuses all his power to hit that spot drawing yelps and loud moans from a withering Dean, who is falling apart under him. Castiel moans softly as he watches him fuck into Dean, the erotic sight making him speed up, just needing more. Another yelp slips from Dean as he suddenly cums unexpectedly. Seeing Dean’s seed eject from him and land on his chest and beautiful tummy causes Castiel cum shortly after with a loud moan. He slowly comes to a stop before he pulls out of Dean and begins to eagerly clean Dean’s cum off of him via his mouth. Castiel moans quietly at the earthiness and sweetness of Dean's cum. When he is cleaned Cass takes the condom off, tying it then throwing it away. Dean sighs pulling Cass next to him before snuggling close to him, “Can I stay ?” He asks softly. Castiel smiles while wrapping an arm around Dean pulling him closer, “I would love if you stayed.” And with that Dean falls asleep with a small smile on his face

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mycasandstarrs · 6 years ago

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SPN 4x09: “I Know What You Did Last Summer”

I always have the hardest time getting myself to watch this episode, but I’m biting the bullet and finally getting through this.

Anna was so pretty.

When this episode first premiered, I would have loved to have seen the general audience reaction to Anna go from “Ok, here’s another person thinking the Apocalypse is coming, and she ain’t wrong, but she’s got no idea that she’s right” to “HOLY SHIT, how does she know all of this????”

Oh fuck that, run girl!

Sam and Dean scamming people at pool, lmao. After S1!Sam was so up and arms about it, hahaha.

Too bad Ruby ruins it.

Just like how once Cas and Dean are talking, anyone else is out, once Sam and Ruby are talking, Dean is out.

I understand Dean’s reluctance to work the case, but this is a case.

“You got something to say, say it.”

“Oh, I’m saying it- this sucks.”

“As far as you’re concerned, the hell-bitch is practically family.” Hmm, had Ruby not turned out to be evil, could she have been like the Crowley of the family? Family friend, mayhaps?

(Oh my god, could you imagine Mary’s reaction to Ruby??)

Low blow, Sam. Fuck off. You know damn well that between an explanation for trusting a demon versus asking someone to talk about their deepest trauma, the former warrants a conversation w a y more.

Sam is drunk out of his mind, trying to summon a crossroad demon. We’ll unfortunately see a repeat of this in S10.

According to that demon’s taunt, this might have happened soon after the burial. How soon did Sam bury Dean, and how soon did Sam come to do this?

Brutal.

Sam was completely off the rails, oh my goodness.

“Dean’s in Hell, right where we want him. We’ve got everything exactly the way we want it.” He’s right.

Sam looks like he wants to talk to Dean...but doesn’t. Typical.

Anna started this behavior two months ago.

lmao Dean.

There we go, the transition from “She doesn’t know she’s right about the Apocalypse, but it’s probably a coincidence” to “Holy shit, who is she and how can she know this?”

Her sketches were really beautiful tho.

The Milton household.

RIP Mr. and Mrs. Milton. Sam’s reaction is very much accurate.

Sulfur.

Off to the church of the drawings.

Sam, Dean, meet Anna...who already knows you.

The moment Dean gave the “oh wow she’s pretty” look, I knew they were gonna at least kiss at some point.

Anna can hear angels. She’s just spilling all this information, damn.

The iconic quote.

Convenient timing, Ruby.

But she is here to help soooo

Ruby demands a special Sam exorcism of “the demon”. Dean objects.

Sam didn’t even give it a moment’s thought, just went straight to prepping himself for a psychic exorcism. Jesus, dude.

(But A G A I N, Ruby is right. Sam will use his powers to get rid of Alastair later on in the season.)

“You don’t have the juice to take me on, Sam.”

Ruby takes Anna.

The official introduction.

(x)

Confirmation that the knife doesn’t work on Alastair.

Oh I looovveee the little insight on how the boys patch themselves up after a fight.

Sam’s stitching is actually pretty good.

I love that joke.

Nope, you gotta fess up Sam.

“Because...she saved my life.”

Ruby 1.5! No one ever talks about her.

Ruby’s tryin’ to lighten the mood. Girl, don’t.

“I’m a fugitive for you Sam.” Hmmm, where do we hear this kind of proclamation again and from whom?? (Spoiler alert: it’s Cas to Dean in S5.)

Well, at least she was honest about not being able to save Dean. Took a second try to get it right.

Sam asks about the current vessel. Ruby’s got a point, why ask now? The Rising of the Witness had Meg Masters confronting Sam about this, and that was after this.

And for that matter, who was Ruby 1.0?

Ruby 1.5 is “some secretary”.

So Ruby 2.0 was a Jane Doe....which still makes me curious about who she really was.

She brought a literal receipt, lol.

Ruby is literally the “it’s free real estate” meme rn.

On her third try/intro, she tells a partial truth. She can give Sam the opportunity to kill Lilith.

Sam didn’t even need a speech from Ruby to say yes, he just immediately demanded it from her, goddamnit.

Sam really doesn’t look good, good lord.

"Okay. What do you want from me?”

“Well, a little patience...and sobriety. Promise me that, and I will teach you everything I know.”

“First thing I learned...I’m a crappy student.”

(How’d he make it through college then? I guess with the psychic things, he was fighting an emotional and moral battle that probably hindered his learning.)

Oh lord, is the sex scene coming up?

Yeah it is, I recognize the outfit Sam’s wearing.

Hmmm, did Ruby lose a loved one as a human? How’d that tragedy unfold? Or this could just be another lie...

Oh christ, the sexual tension is palpable.

(How can the body be warm if she’s technically dead? I’m overthinking it.)

How did Sam not realize he was detailing sex with Ruby??? Why did he think that was necessary to the story????

“I told you I was coming clean.”

“Yeah, but now I feel dirty.” Brilliant comeback, oh my god.

Dean nails it. “So far, all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who, uh, screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad.”

Lilith was in town...

I know it must’ve been a gradual process with Sam, but at what point did he just start forgetting that Ruby was a demon? ‘Cause I sense that it probably happened along the way, and he came to see her more as a hunter helping him out...

It was a trap, what a shocker...

Ruby comes in to save Sam.

Sam, upon seeing Ruby in trouble, can finally use his powers. I can’t fully express how much I resent that.

”Whatever you have to say, she saved me.” Yeeaahh...but at what cost?

“What she said to me...it’s what you would’ve said.” That is like, Grade A manipulation, Sam.

Considering how much they were bleeding, they probably do need the fresh towels.

Ruby 2.5!

Dean can’t spit out a thank you, lmao.

Gotta admit, I love Ruby’s reaction to Dean’s attempt at a thank you.

Poor Anna.

“They’re coming.”

OOOHHHH BRING ON THE CAS!

Dean threw Sam under the bus.

And that’s Ruby’s second time sarcastically calling a decision “peachy”. Nice continuity there.

YYYEEESSS CAS IS HERE

AND HE AND DEAN HAVE MADE EYE CONTACT, HOT DAMN.

“Are you gonna help her?”

“No, she has to die.”

DUN DUN DUN

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 4x09

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