#no you’re not cas

[dessertbird]

Daily Destiel 💙💚

I’m fine. No you’re not, Cas. 🥺😭💔

[assiraphales]

I don’t think we’re rick rolling each other enough anymore. 1. it CANNOT die out 2. this under saturated market is perfect for unsuspecting victims who’ve been lulled into a false sense of security. be the person you hate. bring back the dastardly link

[strawlessandbraless]

Get his ass

[try-set-me-on-fire]

there’s a design

to what I did and said

[shallowseeker]

Sure, Sam’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline once Dean starts losing patience and rifling through Cas’s pockets whenever Cas can’t find something.

But they practically jump off his head and shoot up to the clouds when Dean starts storing his own shit in Cas’s pockets. Receipts, spare change, gloves, pens, knives, other random weapons, pamphlets, folded-up restaurant menus, maps, knickknacks, his own fucking wallet.

[tearlessrain]

so I’m just sitting here thinking about frankenstein as one does, and like. the fact that in the book the monster was designed to be beautiful. he was made up of the most perfect components victor could get his freaky little hands on. he was only horrifying once he was animated into a living person and the uncanny valley set in. which made me think about the way actors look in movies now with their impossible physiques that are actively harmful to maintain and the weird sterility of it all, and also how some sims 4 creators get so obsessed with maximizing the conventionally attractive traits of their sims that they lose all sense of what a human being looks like and end up making absolutely freakish body presets labeled as “realistic,” and idk where I’m going with this but I think a director who wasn’t a coward could probably make a real interesting adaptation of frankenstein right now

[wigglebox]

Dr. Sexy 😘

[faramirsonofgondor]

Remember how in the earlier seasons (I forget which episode) Dean told Cas that humans lie all the time when they want something really bad and Cas was like “But why tho?” and Dean was just like “Cause that’s how you become President.” Like imagine Cas just taking that statement and rolling with it and now everytime he or someone else catches Dean in a lie, in his mind Cas is like “wow he’s getting really close to being President. I wonder how many more lies he has to tell before he qualifies.” And then one day the rest of TFW catches Dean in a big lie and Cas is just like “So are you President now… or????” and everyone else is just like “wtf????” while Dean blue screens into the distance.

[mattodore]

matthias if he slayed

[sunforgrace]

dean in season 13: if someone stole my car i would kill them dead.

dean the season prior when cas stole the colt hidden under dean’s pillow in his room and is passenger to kelly peeling tf out of there in the impala because he asked dean for the keys and dean gave them to him: he’s been having a rough time sam.

[thebest-medicine]

#5 “No, I’m just- uh- sensitive.” with Dean and Cas?

Prompt 5 - "No, I'm just- uh- sensitive."

A/N: oh man it's a throwback... let's go!!!! to quote @nhasablogg: what in the 2014 is happening here

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Dean twitched again as Castiel’s hand passed the middle of his back, just between the shoulder blades. Castiel watched him with a twinkle of concern.

He had come in and sat down on the couch at Dean’s invitation earlier, only for Dean to then lounge across the couch and his lap, laying face down on a pillow and popping some reruns on the TV. Cas had taken it upon himself to shower the hunter with a little affection and check to make sure he was uninjured after their last outing. This led to Cas rubbing his back and neck here and there, and some affectionate tracing along his skin (perhaps also a ploy to check for sore muscles or knots) to see if he could help Dean feel a bit better.

“What’s wrong, Dean?”

“Nothin’.” Dean hummed against the pillow on the arm of the couch. “S’fine.”

Cas continued tracing along the muscles of Dean’s shoulders, pushing in when he sensed a knot and massaging here and there. He ran a few fingers along his spine up to his neck and Dean flinched again.

“Dean.” Cas stressed, stopping his ministrations.

“It’s fine, Cas. I’m… it’s just- uh- sensitive there.”

Castiel leaned forward, trying to get a glimpse of the human’s expression to better read him. He seemed content, happy even, he wasn’t getting up or moving away. He wasn’t hiding anything… any injury, right? Cas noticed a rosy coloring on the tip of his ear. He smiled gently.

“Sensitive.?” He inquired softly, starting to curl his fingers again along the back of Dean’s neck and over his shoulder, along his back. The thin t-shirt was soft under his fingertips, and it must have been on Dean’s skin as well. Dean squirmed again, digging himself deeper into the couch and Cas’s lap. Cas caught a strangled bit of a laugh almost made its way through the pillow. He smiled a little as he caught on.

“Sensitive… like you are here?” Cas continued, and suddenly his other hand was scratching at Dean’s ribcage.

Dean squawked at the new, more directly ticklish contact. He curled onto his side. “Hehheehe- wait! Nohohohohohooo!” He laughed, his blushing face now free. Cas caught sight of his delightful smile and felt warm.

“Can I get you to laugh like this if I try tickling back here?” Cas said curiously.

Dean protested through his laughs as he squirmed about, still tired, but didn’t do much to actually stop the ticklish attack. Cas drew both hands back and started to make the same spidering motions along the backs of Dean’s ribs and tracing up and down his spine. He scribbled at Dean’s neck, then at the small of his back. Dean laughed all the same, twitching and twisting until he finally squirmed his way onto his back, facing the angel. He caught Castiel’s hands in his and Cas stopped for a moment, taking in his wild eyes and fierce blush in contrast with his freckles.

“Heh- yeesh. You trying to kill me?” Dean laughed, closing his eyes under the scrutiny.

“You have a very sweet laugh.” Castiel said, smiling as Dean squirmed at the compliment too. “And a very ticklish back.” Another squirm.

“Shut up. You’re probably worse.” Dean scoffed.

“Well, maybe you’ll find out one day.”

Dean looked back up at him, raising an eyebrow with a little smirk. “Wanna find out?”

“Not now.” Cas smirked after he spoke, and Dean gave him a bewildered look before fingers fluttered along his stomach and began pinching his sides, and Dean lost his protests to laughter once again.

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[angel-derangement]

[werkwerkelizaaa]

Oh no.

He’s narrating now.

Immortal Desires 2, Chapter 8: “Truth…”

[patolemus]

after years of refusing i finally sat down and watched the first episode of supernatural

i. i think i made a mistake

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Suptober - Day 1 || Liminal [x]