#that’s dean and cas for me and i dunno i just man i really adore them

[lefthalfoflancelot]

AND OH NO I IMMEDIATELY MESSED UP AND FULLY MISINTERPRETED THE ENTIRE REQUEST FOR TEEN AND UP AND GENERAL RATINGS ONLY BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS THE OTHER DIRECTION: AS IN ONLY THINGS TEEN AND UP AND NOT ANYTHING BELOW THAT. NOT ‘TEEN & UP’ AS ONE ENTIRE RATING IM SO STUPID AND SO SORRY 😭😭😭😭😭

If it’s any consolation: the author of Expectations denotes where the smut is so that you can skip it entirely. And To Build a Home has minor sexual connotations near the end of it but they’re glazed over and also very flowery so it’s something that’s not very explicitly said. More of a poetic love than something raunchy.

I could kick myself for misreading what you wrote and I’m so so so so sorry for that. I sometimes don’t process what I’m reading when I go “oh! i can help with that!” and rush into action. I’m glad I reread the post, though to catch myself… after I posted my reply. I’m stupid. I’m gonna go crawl in a hole and be mortified about it for a day now, sorry.

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ive been on a destiel kick for the past two months. So, here are some bangers I’ve cried to and weep for and die for (i have a particular fondness for slow burn and some of these are the slowest burns ever. i mean that so be warned lmao):

Expectations by everandanon (Explicit | 418k Words) I adored this one even though, toward the end, I got frustrated with Dean and Cas being dumb stupid idiots. But, that’s part of why I adore them. This is also A/B/O and set in a more Victorian/Regency era.

Under the Midnight Sun by NorthernSparrow (Explicit | 232k Words) This ended up being one of my absolute favorites and wholly unexpected. There’s a lot of twists and turns in it that will catch you out and off guard, but it’s worth the read. I adore Dean in this and his need and desire to love people.

To Build a Home by intothesilentland (Mature | 383k Words) I have never cried so much reading fic than reading this. It’s very descriptive which I know is not for a lot of folks, but I’m a poet and so I adore the use of symbols and metaphors and just flowery things in general. This is a fic heavily dipped in grief and loss, which helped me so much with my own grief. Also it has ADHDean and he’s so beautifully written and it makes me feel heard and represented because just the way he stumbles over conversation and thinking too much all the time about everything, I dunno… it resonates with me a lot. Anyway, this hurt my heart and if you want a lot of angst with these boys’ love, please read this one.

Let It Be by Persephoneshadow (Mature | 143k Words) This is a “what if Mary lived and John died” fics and I find it to be beautifully made. I like fics that, if Mary’s alive, it paints her as a complicated figure that’s not all perfect or all Dean has imagined. I particularly like this one because much of the fic has Dean being Dean it isn’t wracked by the parental trauma of being neglected and forced into a father-mother role for Sam. Anyways, it’s a really lovely fic and I adored every bit of it.

A Graced Kingdom by abtarchive (Explicit | 318k Words) I think this has to be up there in the top 5 of my fav Destiel fics. It’s got quite a bit of action, slow burn, and wonderful characters. As someone who, as he’s gotten older, felt more critical of the way folks write and talk about black and brown characters, this one does such an enormous job at giving them the justice they deserve and to be written like the author cares about them. As someone brown, myself, that means so, so, so immensely to me. Emery, Elaria, and Kyra have to be some of my favorite OCs I’ve ever read. Oh and this one has such good relationships outside of the main pairing. Without giving away to much, one of them absolutely broke me and left me hollow and sobbing for eternity.

Hautley’s Bend by ColdInTheStudio (Explicit | 500k Words) Lastly, this one! I haven’t finished it yet because the fic itself feels very heavy, which is rich since I’m like 3 chapters away from finishing “To Build a Home” but anyways, it’s a tough read because of the material, imo. A lot of darkness in Dean and especially centered around John and a lot of that comes out in violence. It’s such a wonderful fic, though, and I feel like something that should be read because it’s beautifully crafted and with a lot of pain and emotions to push through and process. Missouri in this is just, ugh, I would die for that woman. I would DIE for her.

I can’t really put to words how much these fics have meant to me while reading them or how fantastic they really are. So, my little short descriptions of them hopefully suffice. You and others may have read these before as I kinda took a really long hiatus on fanfic reading from like I wanna say 2015 or 2016 to today. I only recently started reading a bunch and have hyperfixated on it a bunch since early October of this year. So, I’m playing a lot of catch up and it has honestly been the time of my life holy shit.

But, again I apologize if these are fics you’ve already read. I have a desire to read the slowest of burns and the longest of fics and that’s just been my preference since fic reading (I CONSUMED riseofthefallenone’s fics like Hunting For Faith and A Little Patience like they fueled my life force) so that’s what I’ve mainly been searching for myself. These also happen to be rather popular fics, too, lmao, so all the more likely people have read them.

Regardless, I hope that this has helped and will fill your days or weeks with all that Dean and Cas goodness! There’s a few more I didn’t list because I’ve been reading A LOT and don’t remember the names because I have ADHD and can only remember how they made me feel and what happened in them as they ripped my heart to shreds. It’s all been a jumbled mess of Dean and Cas and wild stories in my head for the past two months. I forget to bookmark stuff and didn’t have my history on while I read, so fun times. 😭

I wanna read destiel fanfics so bad but I need recommendations. Someone help. Teen & up / general ratings only. I'm looking for longfics. Can be completed or wip.

TIA here is how happy you will make me:

[eggcompany]

Casgasms 1

After the best day of his life/ the best date of his life Cas finally lets Dean eat him out. Dean does not disappoint. Trans!Castiel.

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Castiel was having the best day of his life. He went on a date to the aquarium, (which he had never been to and oh my GOD he loved it! They spent four hours there) he got to hold his boyfriend’s hand for hours, he got to eat at his favorite diner and got his favorite thing for dinner (a hamburger and a vanilla milkshake and some fries). He was so happy! His boyfriend planned the whole day for their one year anniversary. Dean. Castiel loved him so much.

Castiel didn’t know how or why but they really just fell into each other's laps. Dean being a mechanics student who also had an interest in comics and books, and Castiel who was the computer business nerd who spent all day in the library. They had met and talked for hours about books and comics almost everyday for weeks. Then Dean asked him out and one thing led to another. Dean graduated and started working in the mechanics garage in downtown near the apartment they rent together and Cas works at a little convenience store after class. They matched up perfectly.

Cas was even happier when they got back to their apartment and Dean started kissing him. It started heavy. Dean’s tongue diving into Cas’s willing mouth. Dean shoved Cas against their closed door and crowded close to him. Cas could feel the heat of Dean’s erection even with the layers between them. Then the mechanicals callused wandering hands pushed Cas’s jacket off his shoulders. Cas pulled off Dean’s jacket and shirt.

Dean pulled him to the couch and unbuttoned his shirt enough to pull it off. Cas loves feeling his chest against Dean’s ever since he got his top surgery at the very beginning of their relationship. He didn’t quite like Dean touching his scars as they were still tender but he loves just feeling skin on skin. He loved feeling Dean’s smooth skin against his. Dean’s lack of chest hair made him feel quite good about himself to be honest.

Dean took a minute to kiss and suck at Cas’s collarbones and nip his way down to the edge of Cas’s jeans. He sucked down between Cas’s chest scars and kissed across Cas’s fuzzy tummy and nuzzled into the dark happy trail below. Dean took his belt in his hand and looked Cas in the eyes. “Babe, can I...” Dean trailed off hoping Cas knew what he wanted.

Cas looked at him, god he looked good. Blushing down his chest and breathing heavy. Cas’s eyes were blown big, barely a blue ring showing. He looked ethereal with the way his eyes seemed to glow. Dean loved this man and boy oh boy he wanted Cas to know it.

“What?” Cas said when he caught up on what was happening. Dean was laying on his stomach in between his legs holding onto his belt. Oh. Dean wanted to. Oh. “Uh um I uh yeah. Yeah. Yes Dean.” Cas looked and Dean looked ecstatic.

Dean quickly unbuckled Cas’s belt and pulled it apart to in bottom and unzip Cas’s jeans.

“Are you sure Cas? Cause I dunno if I can stop once I start. Just kick me if you change your mind, babe” Dean said as he undid his own jeans. Just to let the pressure off his own cock.

“Yes Dean. I trust you. I mean I’ve fucked you, it only makes sense for me to let you do this. I’m quite excited already.” Cas said in that serious tone that makes Dean giggle a bit.

Dean quickly pulled Cas’s jeans and his briefs down. Dean was about to comment on the adorable bumble bee pattern on Cas’s briefs but as he pulled them down his breath caught in his throat.

He’d seen Cas’s... bits. They had showered together and changed in front of each other and of course he’s seen cas masturdate but he’d never seen it like this. Never seen it up close.

Cas’s ‘thing’ was... what was Dean supposed to call this anyway.

“Uh Cas what do you want me to uh call this? It? Um...” Dean gestured to the absolute meal in front of him.

“It’s my pussy Dean. I don’t have a lot of bottom dysphoria so... pussy.” Cas said and blushed harder. He never really thought to call it anything else. Cunt was too harsh. Vagina was too… formal. Hole was what he used to call it but he didn’t like that.

Dean looked back at the pussy in front of him.

Perfectly perfect. Dark back hair framed the shining wet folds between. Cas was wet and glistening and pink and fat. God Cas looked so good. Dean only stared for a little bit more before he got to work. He couldn’t hold back.

Dean licked right up the middle of Cas’s pussy. Automatically Cas clamped his thighs together around Dean and moaned loudly.

‘I’m never leaving. This is heaven. Squishy thighs. Fuzzy thighs. Smells good tastes good fuck looks good. Never leaving.’

Cas felt so soft and squishy and warm and he was practically melting on Dean’s tongue. So warm and soft and his lips were squishy against Dean’s face. Dean didn’t mind the hair, not when he could feel Cas throbbing.

Dean thought as he sucked and licked and ate out Cas with vigor. When he sucked on Cas’s clit Cas’s back arched and his hands twisted into Dean’s hair. Dean’s face was soaked. Cas was soaking wet and god he tasted good. Tasted like pure Cas. When Dean twisted his tongue into the throbbing entrance, Cas screamed out a loud groan.

“FUCK! Yes Dean yesyesyesyes fuck fuck yes god yes Dean Dean Dean deandeandeandeandeandean-“ Cas started rambling. Dean just alternates between sucking on Cas’s clit and pushing his tongue into his hot tight heat.

Cas was in heaven. Dean’s stubble was burning his thighs, Dean’s teeth were rubbing against him, he was sucking on his clit, and when he was tongue fucking Cas his nose brushed Cas’s clit.

Cas started to really pull and hold onto Dean’s hair and his thighs tightened around Dean’s head.

“Fuck fuck Deanie! Oh fuck I’m gonna come! Dean I’m gonna come! Fuck fuck I’m soooooo close!” Cas said very loudly and Dean doubled down. He sucked and licked and then he hummed. It felt good when Cas hummed while sucking him off so maybe it would feel good. It did. It felt really did.

“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT DEAN!” Cas screamed before he came. Dean was never happier having his hair ripped out of his head. He licked up the pearly white of Cas’s cum. He licked and sucked softly as Cas came down. When Cas’s thighs went lax with the rest of his body and his hands fell from Dean’s head, Dean stopped.

Cas looked so fucked out. It was awesome. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were just barely brimmed with tears, and his face showed pure ecstasy.

Dean sat up so he could jerk his achingly hard cock. It took him a grand total of six strokes to cum. He came on Cas’s thigh and the dark haired man didn’t even notice. Cas was still floating somewhere near Mars.

“Fuck Cas... that was... you are... good. Really good.” Dean said as he sat back on his heels. He tucked his soft cock back in his underwear. He kinda felt bad for Cas. He just laid there naked with his own cum and Dean’s cum drying on him and the insides of his thighs were rubbed raw from Dean’s stubble. Cas looked at Dean.

“I’m wet and cold. But fuck... your gonna have to shave next time. As there will ABSOLUTELY be a next time.” Cas sat up and looked down at himself. He smiled and looked at Dean. Dean smiled back at him and laughed. He laughed and Cas laughed at what they just did.

“Is it romantic of me to say my boyfriend gave me road rash on my puss?” Cas said through his giggles. That threw them both into another laughing fit.

“It’s not that bad! It's mostly on your thighs... okay maybe a little bit but I made you cum so we’re even!” Dean said as he looked at Cas’s crotch. There was a bit of rubbed raw skin on his labia but oh well, he’ll shave next time and buy cas some lotion or something.

“C'mon dude we have to get you cleaned up.” Dean said as he stood up and finished taking his own pants off. Cas looked at him for a moment.

“First of all do not call me dude when your tongue was just inside of me. And secondly, carry me.” Cas made grabby hands at Dean and Dean of course carried his boyfriend like a princess.

“Your fucking heavy.”

“You love me”

“I do”

[awakenthemusic]

Suptober 2022 Day 18 - Tattoos

Destiel, Short fic, 674 words

Dean and Cas decide to get matching tattoos.

Under the cut or on Ao3

Tattoos

Dean shuddered as Cas gazed into his soul while the whir of the tattoo gun hummed in his ears. He thanked his lucky stars that the tattoo artist was so focused on their work and hadn't noticed that Dean was half hard in his jeans as Cas' eyes burned possessively into him.

Oddly enough, the whole thing had started with an argument…

*****

"If you really wanted me all those years ago, why did you heal your handprint?" Dean shouted, then flushed as he realized what had just left his mouth. Even though they'd been together for several months, he still got itchy when he circled too close to how pathetically he needed Cas.

Cas glared at him and yelled back, “You made it clear that you were going to go live with Lisa—"

“Well, you said you were going to fuck off to heaven! I thought I’d never see you again!”

Cas visibly gritted his teeth and said, “Then once again you underestimated how much I would give to stay by your side for all of time.”

Dean’s face burned so hotly he could feel it all the way up to his ears. He cleared his throat and shuffled uncomfortably as he tried to come up with something to say.

Cas gently said, “I never wanted to leave you, Dean, but you’d given me no reason to think you wanted me to stay.”

Dean ducked his head. He knew that he was being unreasonable. He knew that he was just as much to blame for their inability to communicate all these years, he just…

Cas asked quietly, “Why does the loss of the brand bother you so much?”

“I dunno, man, I just… It just does okay?”

Cas squinted at him, tilting his head in that adorable way he always did when he was trying to work out what the hell Dean was trying to say. “Dean,” He asked hesitantly. “Did you like having a physical representation of our bond?”

Impossibly, Dean’s face flushed even redder. He turned away from Cas, though he knew it was too late to hide.

Cas suddenly appeared directly in front of him. Cas placed a hand on Dean’s chest and shoved. Dean’s back hit the end of the bookcase behind him and before Dean could say more than, “Cas, what the f—” Cas’ mouth crashed into his.

It wasn’t a gentle thing, this kiss was all fire and possession spelled out with teeth and tongue. Dean moaned into it and clung to Cas’ trench coat for dear life.

Cas fitted his hand over Dean’s left shoulder, and a pulse of heat shot from Cas’ hand down to Dean’s core. Dean gasped and pulled away from Cas, suddenly feeling that there wasn’t enough air in the room as stars burst in front of his eyes.

When his vision cleared, he found Cas grinning at him with a wicked glint in his eyes. He said, far too calmly for how hot and bothered Dean felt, “I only healed your skin, Dean. Your soul has always carried the mark of my grace, even when I was human and could no longer sense it.”

Dean’s mind spun.

Cas looked thoughtful. He hummed, “I do like the idea of a physical sign of our bond, though. If you’d be interested, I have an idea…”

*****

Which was how Dean had found himself at a tattoo parlor getting inked up with a mix of regular ink and a bit of both Cas’ grace and a tiny piece of Dean’s soul.

Cas had gone first, finally getting an anti-possession tattoo to match the tattoos Dean and Sam had had for years. His tattoo had an added string of Enochian around it, which nearly matched the inscription Dean was adding to his own tattoo.

Dean glanced down at the glyphs that had once looked so strange and foreign. They twined together over his heart and even though most people wouldn’t be able to read it, they spelled out for all the world to see, “Beloved of Castiel.”

[blessyourhondahurley]

Buddy Taping

Flufftober prompt: Text messages Suptober prompt: Body Mods Random word: sodium 

(Read on AO3)

“I can still go with you. It's just a toe.”

“Cas, no. You're moving around at, like, quarter speed, and if you move your foot the wrong way you're in agony. Broken toes are no joke, and we both know that. You need to keep it taped, keep your weight off of it as much as you can, and let it heal. Sam and I'll zip out to Illinois, get this thing ganked, and be back before you know it.”

“You have no idea what 'this thing' is.”

“Lay off the air quotes, dude, we've been over this. And yeah, we don't have any leads yet, but once we've got boots on the ground I'm sure we'll figure it out. And if we can't, I'll text and you can root through the library for us. K?”

“Okay.”

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D: How are you doing? You staying off your foot?

C: Yes, Dean. Don't worry. Why are you texting? Do you need some help with the case?

D: Nah, we're still on the way. Stopped for food. Did you eat yet?

C: I made one of those microwaveable entrees. The sodium content in those things is near-lethal, but they're very satisfying.

D: That's convenience food for ya. Drink some extra water to make up for it. Okay, Samantha's done with her big salad so we're gonna get back on the road. Later.

C: It wouldn't kill you to eat a salad once in a while, Dean.

C: Dean?

D: NO SERVICE. TEXT CANNOT BE DELIVERED.

C: Liar.

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D: You ever think about getting a tattoo?

C: I have a tattoo.

D: Well, yeah, but, would you ever want to get one for fun?

C: What do you mean?

D: Like, Sam and I have the anti-possession symbol, but that's for the business, like yours is. But I'd love to get something just for me, like a picture of Baby, or... I dunno. Just some art I like. First vic's girlfriend works in a piercing parlor, and we're sitting here waiting for her to finish her 3:00 so we can grill her. There's some really cool flash on the walls, and it's giving me ideas. So would you ever get more ink?

C: Hmmm. I think I would like a little bumblebee. And a flower. Maybe on my hip?

D: Wow.

C: What does that mean?

D: I was not expecting that answer, dude. I thought you'd want, like, obscure religious symbology or some kind of abstract mathematical graph but that sounds... Really fucking adorable. You should do that. Seriously.

C: Maybe I will.

D: After we get home we should make this happen. I'll take you to my guy in Lebanon if you want.

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D: You were right. Bronze knife dipped in salt and vinegar did it. I smell like a bag of chips but the thing's dead. All of the vics are here in the lair. They're skinny and confused, but they're alive.

C: Wonderful! I'm glad I was able to assist even though I'm stuck here on the couch.

D: This was all you, man. Couldn't have done it without your help.

C: I'm sure that's not true. You and Sam would have figured it out.

D: Not in time. A couple of the survivors are dangerously dehydrated. You saved lives today, Cas.

C: As always, I'm honored to make a contribution.

D: Really glad you're on the team. No one wants to go back to the bad old days when there was nothing standing between the monsters and the normal world except two dumbasses with Daddy issues.

C:  Yes, three dumbasses with Daddy issues has turned out to be the sweet spot.

D: LOL you got that right.

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C: The bed's cold, beloved. Are you almost home?

D: Yeah. We stopped for gas at the state line, so now it's a straight shot to the Bunker. I'll be there in a couple hours.

C: Can't wait. I've missed you.

D: You too, baby. Love you.

C: Love you, too.

[sastiel-daily]

Before poll were an option, I asked my followers and I received lots of lovely headcanon about queer!sam (can't put them in the tags they're too many)

ampelmensch headcanons:

okay but Sam watching “Charmed” as a teen and crushing hard on Leo and his glowy healing powers because the irony is too good to pass up on. Imagine Sam waking up in a cold sweat next to Cas upon realising this. (Somebody make a case for Sam crushing on Cole instead tho, I’m all ears). Sam watching Charmed at all is the best aesthetic I ever came up with. Somebody please write a fic where Sam and Cas binge the show togethe r with Sam getting increasingly uncomfortable/flustered upon realising. holy shit I just remembered that Misha had a role in Charmed and this hc is getting more and more meta by the second

I feel like Sam would greatly feel for Remus probably because, well, he’s exactly the kind of “creature” he defends on the show over and over and over again. Mistreated for what he is, not who he is. As for crushes? You can’t tell me he didn’t have the hots for Bill Weasley (it’s okay Sam, that earring does it for all of us). Cedric Diggory is also a good guess.

tbh I feel like Ewan McGregor is… if you don’t have a crush on Ewan McGregor, then I don’t know what went wrong in your life. Like no matter ur orientation. That’s just something that’s universal to humankind, I’d say.

#smol 15yo Sam lazily catching up on Charmed and seeing Leo for the first time#and he’s like#This is the man I want to marry someday#and here he is 15+ years later and even though him & Cas r not married obviously Sam’s just#some dreams?? come true?? after all?#supernatural#txt#I really REALLY gotta finish the sideblog (ampelmensch​ tags)

eruthiawenluin headcanons:

LEONARDO DICAPRIO. I SAY IT EVERY TIME THE QUESTION COMES UP. HE HAS AN ENORMOUS CRUSH ON LEO DCAP. It happened when Jess had him watch Titanic because she just couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before but at the same time, oh yeah, she believed it. And at first she thought he was crushing on Kate Winslet but there was enough movie to sit through for her to figure it out. All in all they had an enjoyable, informational night.

That said, Sam is REALLY embarrassed about some of his crushes, because he can and he WILL crush on every eye candy celebrity out there. Thor:Ragnarok was… a struggle. Sam’s HERE for Hemsworth. Snow White and the Huntsman is a guilty pleasure ;)

SAM WITH A CRUSH ON MARTY. SAM WITH A JOURNAL BUT ALL OF THE PAGES ARE JUST ‘MARTY MCFLY’ WITH A BUNCH IF HEARTS AND STUFF. YES. (I think Sam has a type…)

And you can bet Sam had (has) a crush on Luke Skywalker oKAY.

yifera headcanon:

I was thinking he and Dean probably watched Star Wars a lot, maybe he would have liked Luke while Dean fangirled with Han? I dunno :P

semirahrose headcanons:

In canon, Sam adored hair rocker Vince Vincente and background fanboyed magicians in 4.12.

Also I have this feeling that he totally crushed on all forms of the knights of the round table/Merlin.

He probably has it BAD for all of the Big Nice Hero types with the muscles and the holy causes.

smolshork headcanon:

headcanon that sam swooned for brandan fraser and oded fehr in the mummy

confessionsofafulltimenerd headcanon:

I can see Sam having a slight crush on Domhnall Gleeson (Bill) to this day lol

sastielsgreatesthits headcanons:

He listens to Nirvana (which Dean can’t stand) so I’m going with Kurt Cobain

and he probably started to have a crush on Han Solo, but then thought Solo was a lot like Dean so that was creepy and he switched to Chewie and grew his hair out like him.

Anonymous headcanon:

This is a little headcanon I’ve had for a while. In the djinn ep, Sam says Dean made out with his prom date (Rachel?). What if in canon, his date came to the motel room with her brother, Sam had to go out for a while, and when he came back the older brother (Andrea, ‘cause he’s Italian, ok?) says that he shouldn’t go into the motel room because Dean and his date are fucking. So Andrea drives Sam around (it’s almost like a date, Sam thinks). Later on that night, it’s nearly midnight and Sam’s in a cheesy diner and he’s staring at Andrea’s lips and he cocks an eyebrow and Sam gets whiplash they move so fast and he loses his virginity in the backseat of Andrea’s Ford, sat in the older boy’s lap. Bonus: “I think I liked her brother better.”

Pls write your queer!Sam headcanons in the tags.

[orionsangel86]

How are y'all puzzled by the end and how TPTB, Dabb and Singer seemingly got the wrong message about fandom, when I've seen countless of Destiel shippers being "pro-ship". Advocating to treat incest, pedo*lia and best*ality the same as queer ships, and how it's totally ok. How often "meta crew" called me terf, fascist for saying it shouldn't be accepted into our queer spaces. It got Bobo to write a char for superwiki. They prob thought we're all just thirsty women who want to see two dudes b*ng

I have no idea what you are talking about.

I’m not puzzled. I know some fuckery went down. I’ve stated my opinions countless times now over the past few months over on Twitter and since coming back to Tumblr properly on my conspiracies post:

TPTB are all business, and they made a last minute business decision based on backing the Walker horse and not wanting Destiel to distract from Jared/Sam, whilst being fearful of the gAY scaring away the CisHet Male audience that they so desperately wanted to cling on to for Walker.

Singer has always been a bronly. Has always seen any queer subtext purely as homoeroticism and is definitely the kind of person who would queerbait fans to get views.

Dabb was weak. He backed down and let his script get butchered.

I don’t know what you mean by destiel shippers advocating those things? Unless you mean supporting AO3 not being censored and regulated of course? Because if you are one of these people that thinks that AO3 needs censoring then you are part of the problem. Believe me, no one in Destiel fandom that I know of is normalising incest, pedophilia or bestiality. No one thinks those things are part of queer spaces.

Some people multiship though. So long as they respect tagging systems and don’t force other people to have to see nasty stuff like what you’ve mentioned, then let people be into what they’re into. I might personally find it gross, and a bit strange, but people are always gonna wanna explore fucked up topics for all manner of reasons. We ain’t purity police here.

Also something I feel I need to be very clear on, which I haven’t mentioned before but um “meta crew”. Which meta crew would that be? There are many many meta writers in spn fandom. We are not a hive mind. Some are some of the nicest people I have ever met, some I don’t interact with much but write some really beautiful stuff and seem to be good people, but there are others who call themselves meta writers who are just bullies, who mock and harass anyone who disagrees with their opinion. Do NOT lump us all into the same boat.

Why any meta writers would call you a terf or a fascist without a good reason is beyond me. I don’t have context here do i? Could you look back over what you said and consider if it sounded terfy? Or fascist? I dunno man I don’t have a say in this, if people have called you out for something you’ve said, maybe look back over what you said and try to see it from their angle? Especially if it was transphobic.

A general rule of thumb for interacting with any fandom:

Ship and let Ship - in other words, don’t judge people on the pairings they like, even if they are problematic, so long as those pairings are well tagged and labelled so people can block as necessary.

Your kink is not my kink - Don’t kink shame people. If people wanna write really fucked up shit, that’s their right. Again, so long as it is all tagged and clearly labelled with content warnings, then there shouldn’t be a problem. It’s not on you to psychoanalyse people for their reasons for being into twisted things. Some people may genuinely be abuse survivors who are using it as a coping mechanism. You don’t know.

The Archive is a fandom holy place - it is protected. It is adored. Do not attack it or you will feel the wrath of 100 different fandoms coming at you. The archive is free from censorship, free from corporate manipulation, free from outside sources trying to mess with it. The archive belongs to US.

Just generally don’t be an asshole. Fandoms tend to attract people who are different from the general norms of society. We were the nerds and losers in school, the queer kids, the ones struggling with MHI. We all have a lot of shit and are all just trying to navigate our way through life via our passions. Don’t shit on peoples passions. You’ll come across a load of people who disagree with you, and occassionally you might be unfortunate enough to come across actual bullies. But most of the time, it won’t take much to rub someone the wrong way because everyone in these spaces tends to be at least kind of emotional, and attached to their passions. So you really do have to be polite. I can’t even tell you how many people in this fandom hate me - some to the point of obsession and slander. I’ve got a block list a mile long and continue to add people to it. There are posts out there with my name and screenshots from my SM spreading lies and hate about me, encouraging people to laugh at me and accusing me of doing things that I have never had the time or the energy to do. Shit happens. Don’t be those people, and you’re golden.

Superwiki is well known by SPN writers for being a bible of information for the show. The writers have previously confirmed that they refer to the SuperWiki when wanting quick research for their episodes. Yes, Bobo named a character after the person who runs the wiki, but I doubt Bobo is aware of how problematic that person is. The name was just in honour of someone who put a lot of work into building the wiki, hell, even I use the wiki! But I certainly don’t support any of Jules personal views. Don’t read into things like that. It never means what you think.

The thirsty women part I would have agreed with back 6 years ago. But they have adapted with us now. We are no longer Becky in season 4. We became Charlie remember? And after that we became intelligent teenagers wanted to tell an exciting story. If they thought destiel shippers were all about the hot guys banging, they certainly wouldn’t have made the love story canon, and they did that. Remember? Cas confessed his love for Dean, and it was the most beautiful, touching, heartfelt moment in the entire series. They did that. Not because they wanted us to objectify the actors, but because they knew how much that love story meant to us. Unfortunately, the network had other ideas for the actual finale. But that doesn’t take away the writers intentions up to that point. So please don’t erase what they worked for.

Ultimately I’m not sure what point you were trying to make with this ask, but this post is I suppose my very long way of saying you are wrong.

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.12

Alice in Wonderland

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)   x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?)    Word count: 3500

Summary: The cat’s outta bag and ‘Nat’ really isn’t sure she likes it. Perhaps she prefered it the other way around. There’s a lot more emotions in the air now.

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood and death, amnesia, swearing, bit of a metafiction, mentions of tumblr-like sites ;) ...and possibly messed up format

Story masterlist

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Sam and Dean seemed more than a bit dumb-struck when you finally emerged from the bathroom, which had you shift uncomfortably. Now they were looking at you like the rest of the café and wasn’t that just perfect. You were regretting choosing to dress like the Winchesters now; maybe that was why people here kept staring at you. Except it didn’t explain why Dean and Sam were staring too all of sudden.

Despite their expressions, Sam shook his head as if snapping from some kind of daze, his eyes again displaying concern for your well-being, asking about it. To be fair, it was a very valid question.

“Hey. You okay?”

No. “Yeah. Just… dunno. The staring doesn’t make me feel good,” you muttered, taking the seat next to Sam.

It was only partly the truth. While you didn’t have any solid lead on your soulmate, being here, possibly closer to him… it made you as excited as nervous. Restless, definitely.

“Well, it helped a lot,” Sam announced, sounding almost cheery. It got you shift your gaze to stare at him, your expression no doubt as puzzled as you felt at such statement. Huh?  Sam smiled softly. ”We might have found your soulmate.”

“Really?!” you yelped, quickly covering your mouth when you realized how loud your voice went. But frankly, you didn’t care much about that. Because… WHAT?! When? How? “How is that possible?”

Sam’s gaze travelled to the counter, where the orange-haired girl who had welcomed your trio was smiling your direction subtly. You lowered your eyes, your mind racing. What did that woman had to do with it? Had you known her? From… before? Did she know your soulmate?

“Yeah. He’s Captain America,” Dean dropped the bombshell bluntly.

You saw clearly that they expected you to have a flash of recognition in your eyes at least, but it wouldn’t come. You had no clue what they were talking about. Was that some kind of a… special army rank? Or… a stage name for an artist or something?

God, you hoped it wasn’t a stripper’s name.

That idea made blood rush into your cheeks, only a dumbfounded noise leaving your mouth.

“Huh?”

“Right,” Sam cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. It took your eyes from slightly disappointed Dean.

“He’s a superhero-“

What.

“-he kinda is around hundred now-“

WHAT. ‘Kinda?’ What did that even mean?

“-so that would explain the… peculiar soulmark you have. But don’t worry, he doesn’t look hundred, he isn’t really, it’s complicated…”

Nope, still not following.

A superhero? your mind echoed again, not even the tiniest bit helpful. Kinda hundred, but not really…?

“Anyway, even the way you were when Cas brought you in? It all checks out with the story. Even the last name you picked. His name is Steve Rogers,” Sam added, his voice dropping in both volume and tempo, seeing your brain momentarily fried.

You stared blankly ahead, trying to process all the new information you were given, letting it merge with what you had already knew – which wasn’t much. Sweet ‘doll’ caressed your ears, Dean’s joke about time-travel and a mafioso kind of soulmate, about Rowena talking the strong bound with the man you had met but hadn’t met.

You didn’t realize you had closed your eyes and how long you had remained quiet until a warm hand landed on your shoulder, Sam’s voice calling out your given name.

That was funny, wasn’t it? You chose Natasha, not knowing why. But you also chose Rogers – because clearly, that was your soulmate’s name. A soulmate who was sort of hundred years old and a superhero.

You blinked your eyes opened, still unable to let the supposed facts sink in.

“Nat? You okay there?” Dean joined his brother in mother-henning you and you couldn’t help but try and charm a slight smile on your lips at their care.

Sam gently squeezed your shoulder to ground you.

“I… I guess. It’s just…I-- … a lot. This is a lot. I’m… I’m not sure I get it,” you stuttered finally. Judging by their expressions, they didn’t trust you that you were okay, but didn’t push you. It was a lot to process. How was such thing even possible? “You really need to explain further. What even made you think I’m some… superhero’s soulmate?”

“We will explain it all,” Sam promised, removing his hand only to motion toward the latté and cake on the table. Why was here a cake? And why only one? Was this about Dean making you eat more again? You didn’t even need an answer. “But first, eat. Then we might have a trip.”

You honest to god would have raised the tea spoon to start eating, but his Sam’s later words had you frozen in mid-motion. A trip?

“To where? To find this… Steve Rogers? You know where he lives?” you blurted out, shocked. The sinking feeling in your stomach, the nerves working, nudged you intently.

“Yeah. Kinda. Though maybe we could stop by in a church first.”

You frowned at Dean, your confusion spiking. Was there anything at all that actually made a freaking sense?!

“A church? Why?”

“To light a candle for you,” Dean hummed, almost indifferent as if he was talking about weather and not about visiting your grave or whatever.

“…what?” you squeaked, earning an eye-roll.

“Just eat, Nat.”

Right. They probably knew your actual name now. That was why Dean made the point of… articulating it so pointedly.

Upon that, you dug into the cake obediently. Something told you that you’d need that sugar rush.

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It was a good thing that Dean had forced you to eat first; if you had been eating when being shown the pictures of Steve Rogers, you would have choke to death and that would be embarrassing. Not to mention ironic.

Sam was introducing the man known as Captain America in a hushed voice, clearly not wanting to attract attention. He explained that the man was the Second World War hero (what?) and how he had become one.

You saw a black-white picture that had been taken around 1942, showing a handsome light-haired man, maybe too skinny and short, but with a determined spark in his eye, lop-sided soft smile gracing his lips. For some reason, a warm feeling pooled around your heart – he looked adorable. A man would probably punch you if you told him he was that, but it was how you felt.

The very same year, only few days later, actually, had been taken another photo. You could tell it was the man still, but he was… bigger. Like… bigger. You weren’t sure you were buying the fact that some sort of a serum had made him like this, but… angels were a thing. So you didn’t voice your disbelief.

You did though when Sam got to the pictures of him in a ridiculous costume – and there it was, Captain America being his stage name. You were quickly explained that his performing to raise money for weapons had been a very short-lived gig. He had soon earned the rank of a Captain for real.  

You couldn’t believe your eyes when the current pictured appeared. Steve Rogers, who had apparently been trapped in ice for seventy years, still looked the same and was still saving the world.

It was too much.

It had become too much about half an hour ago.

You stared at the device in your hand, a close-up picture of the man in question on the display, the very same spark you had seen in the old picture of him pre-serum now flashing in beautiful blue eyes.

He was a special breed of a man from what you saw and heard and for some reason, Sam and Dean believed your soulmark led to him.

How?  

“That’s… you think… you think that this is my soulmate?” you whispered, voice weak, laced with uncertainty. Hell, doubt even.

How could this be?

“Yeah,” Dean shrugged, a playful smirk playing on his face as he lost the let’s-break-it-to-her-slowly attitude. “That’s what we said. What, you’re not into blonds?”

You scoffed, resisting the urge to massage your temples, suddenly bone-tired, a headache starting to build.

“That’s not… are we seeing the same pictures?”

“I sure hope so,” Sam noted, head tilted to side in confusion, begging you to elaborate even without words.

“He’s… just look at him. And he’s some kind of a hero, a superhero? Again or… still? How could a guy like him be paired with someone like me?”

Was this man even real? You weren’t sure about it. If he was, there was no way you were his soulmate. Right? That would be insane.

“I’m not even sure what that means and what to say to that,” Dean replied, his brows knitting together. You were confident he knew exactly what you meant. “Just… look, we have a video evidence-“

“I beg your pardon?!” you squealed, jumping in your seat and tossing the tablet to Sam’s hands.

“Not like that!” the taller man chimed in instantly and you gripped at your chest, your heart beating rapidly under your palm. Christ. You having certain kind of video evidence online was really the last thing you needed – or even wanted to know. “It’s from when you… died, well alright, when you were killed… it was sorta by a supervillain? He broadcasted the whole thing to every channel in US. There’s a footage of you… dying and Captain here running to your rescue. Would you- eh, would you like to see it?”

I bet you would prefer the porn kind of evidence now, a low solemn voice mocked you in your head, while your ears started ringing, your stomach making somersaults, your head pounding.

“I… I don’t know. Definitely not- not here.” And now.

Or, you know, ever.

Sam and Dean nodded in sync, expressions solemn all of sudden. They slowly rose from their seats so you followed their suit. You weren’t you sure wanted to or that your trusted your body to stand upright without passing out; however, you chose to trust the brothers to catch if your brain suddenly decided this was even more than too much and you’re sending your body vessel to the ground.

It didn’t feel like you had a choice anyway.

…

As they gathered their belongings, none of them saw their barista smile for herself and being nudged by her friend. The orange-haired girl smirked, but couldn’t keep her excitement contained. She spilled the beans about the woman; along with the fact that two days ago, she had already seen them all coming here.

That shit happened when one was a psychic after all.

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Sam and Dean decided to take a walk; more precisely, Sam had made the decision and dragged Dean away in a way that was everything but subtle. You didn’t pay any mind to that as they left you in the car with a burner phone (a gift from Dean that earned the man an appreciating look from Sam) and the tablet to go down the rabbit hole – whatever that meant. It kinda felt like it though, surfing through the net again.

First, you learned your actual name. It felt almost foreign, you had got used to Nat now, but it still had an air of it being right and you knew it was the truth.

Only then, you watched what Sam prepared for you.

The so-called video evidence caused tears to fill your eyes, soon flooding down your cheeks.

There was no faking it. There was no doubt it was you strapped to the chair. There was no doubt it was your soulmate’s voice, even when modified by the unclear record – you had heard this voice in your dreams. There was no doubt that what you heard in his words was a desperation worth losing a person he loved.

Seeing your fear and resignation-filled expression had you known that once you had felt the same about him. There was no mistaking that at least part of the fear was for him as he rushed towards the bomb instead of sprinting away to save his own skin.

A pain so sharp it made you gasp expanded in your chest, burning sensation on your skin for a fraction of second and you had to wonder if it was the last memory of your past life. Being blown up.

You had been blown up. And your soulmate witnessed it. What a twisted way to go.

What a twisted way to return, echoed in your skull and if you hadn’t been already pre-occupied with the record, you might ask heavens why you were brought back from death.

But you weren’t sure you wanted to know anyway.

To take your mind off the horrifying pictures flashing behind your eyelids, you searched the web again in attempt to find anything else.

And there was a whole new rabbit hole to find.

People indeed lighted candles for you, built altars with what you assumed was a picture of you; there were all around the United States, but mostly in New York City, near places where the explosives had been planted, where many people would have died if Captain America ran for your rescue first.

It only brought fresh tears to your eyes.

Fanfiction was a new concept to you – but what wasn’t these days. You read a few summaries, very few stories which focused on Steve after your death. It was so surreal.

Some plotlines had Steve Rogers die in the battlefield soon after losing you, often including your souls reuniting in Heaven. Those were beautiful, but also incredibly sad. Others had you resurrected somehow – which… good guess, whoever wrote that. You weren’t confident the reunion would go that smoothly though. Or, well, that passionately, as in jumping-to-bed-with-him good. All of those had a ‘fix-it’ tag. The amount of hits with those was dizzying.

Another tag that caught your eye was ‘dark!CaptainAmerica’ and dark!SteveRogers’ ; naïve, not knowing what it meant, you read summaries at least. It had your insides clench in the worst possible way, reading about the clearly good-natured man turning into a twisted stalker, sometimes even a rapist, in better cases a guy looking for a mindless fuck each night. When the element of the stalked girls looking like you joined in, you had to leave the site.

It was simply too much.

Hoping to move on, you went to click on something else entirely.

There was a website dedicated to… peculiar offers, suggestion to the hero. Basically, many people were offering to suck captain’s sorrows through his-- yeah. Sometimes, the posts were accompanied by naughty pictures and it made you ridiculously angry on both captain’s behalf and yours (not that you would ever admit it, because there was no way you were jealous, right?).

It was almost a relief to read some posts from people who had lost their soulmates too and simply were looking for a new connection. Was that how it worked? Was this what people did, drowning their sorrows together? Did it work? Was there someone who caught the captain’s eye? Or was he hoping to meet his soulmate, having a new set of marks like she – possibly you – did? He must have, right?

You shook your head and sighed, absentmindedly going through some comments on what was called Tumblr. A long post with many reactions caught your attention and you had decided to read it, rather not trying to figure out what exactly possessed you to do so when many things seen today had already made you sick from your stomach.

He used to come to our coffee shop sometimes. I was trying to woman up and flirt with him for weeks. Never got to it and now I’m kinda glad. One day, he didn’t order and just sat there, clearly waiting for someone – and looked super-impatient, I swear he was tapping his foot. I didn’t call him out on it despite how annoying it was. I couldn’t even tell him to order or get out – try to say that to a national icon! And then… then she came in. You know, I read a lot of chickflics, not gonna lie. But for the first time, I actually saw someone looking at another person as if ‘they hung the moon’. Seriously. He had hearts in his eyes. I would wish everyone to find themself a better half that looks at them like that. She wasn’t any different, but that’s implied – she was dating a gorgeous man and a hero on top of that. They were so obviously in love and while they were polite all the way – that woman was super-nice, alright, – it was clear the rest of the world disappeared when they were together. Just wanna say: stick your disgusting offers to cure his heart by sucking his D to your arse. That man is mourning the woman he clearly loved with his whole heart and he has every right. I want to thank him for the lives he saved. I want to thank her for not spending their last moments yelling accusation to his face to make him feel guiltier than he already had, no doubt. I hope her soul is in a good place and one day, they will reunite. Rest in peace, sweetie. I hope you get see the way he was looking at you every day.

→  Amen, sister.

→ That’s equally heart-warming and heart-breaking. Poor girl. Poor guy.

→ Has anyone actually seen him outside since it happened? I hope he’s handling it. As much as a person can.

→ So what? You think he should just be alone for the rest of his live? Grow up, girl. Guy needs to get laid on regular basis. And yes, I’d gladly offer when given the opportunity.               → Jeez. She didn’t say anything like that. But it’s kinda soon to get laid, don’t you think?               This is clearly a note exactly for people like you. Let the poor guy have his peace. Let him               mourn and come to terms with what happened before offering him a BJ. Excuse me while I               go throw up…

→ God let her rest in peace indeed. My daughter was at school at the time, few feet from one of the bombs. She’s alive and well. I won’t forget this woman, ever.

→ Can we talk about how a person can date Captain America and be actually a nice person, not bragging all the freaking time? Like, even I might gain a superiority complex or something tbh.               → I hear you. Same.

→ She sounds cool. Seems like they were amazing together. Life can suck. RIP.

→ This is so sweet and heart-breaking I’m crying.

The person writing the last comment wasn’t alone in their misery, having their heart breaking and warmed up at the very same time. Fresh tears welled up in your eyes and you vainly tried to blink them away as you sniffled and covered your mouth with your palm to muffle your sob.

You gave up then. You tossed the tablet on the driver’s seat and hid your face in your palms, letting the tears stroll down your cheeks as your loud sobs filled the car.

You had no actual reason to cry, you reasoned with yourself, but it was all in vain. The many confusing and overwhelming emotions swirling in you finally found a proper out – and it was in the form of salty waterfalls on your face.

So be it. God knew that good cry might be exactly what you needed. Better now than in front of your soulmate.

Something told you it wouldn’t be too hard to find him.

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“Well. You look like shit,” Dean exclaimed when he opened the door, effectively causing you a heart-attack. Your tense shoulders slumped and you melted into the seat, looking up at him with your no doubt red-rimmed eyes.

Still, his compassionate eyes somehow smiled at you, warm and open and you couldn’t help attempting a smile in return. You were the luckiest girl on Earth to be taken care of by them.

Thank God for Sam and Dean.

Or thank angels? One in particular? You didn’t know and perhaps you never would.

“Thanks, Dean. You know how to sweet-talk a girl,” you rasped, blowing your nose in an unladylike manner (not caring).

“Ha! Sassy mouth is back. Sam, she’s good!”

Sam peeked to the car, his tall form nearly bending in half to do so. He offered you an apologetic expression along with a ‘hi’ and a pointed look at his brother, but you mouthed it was alright. Dean actually lifted your spirit.

“So… what now?” you asked in a small voice, which caused the brothers to exchange a look.

“Well. Two things. First, we have lunch-“

“Not really hungry, honestly-“ you interrupted Dean, only for the younger brother to interject.

“A small lunch then, even if it’s only the cake you had earlier,” Sam offered with a wink which would have made you laugh, because health-freak Sam suggested a cake for lunch, but you were dreading the second step in their plan.

“And then?”

Instinctively, you knew the answer. It was the writing on the wall, really, the only logical step. The cause of the knot in your stomach of which you weren’t sure was nerves, nausea or excitement.

Dean confirmed your suspicion of course.

“Then we go to the Avengers Tower to find America’s sweetheart.”

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Part 13

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Thank you for reading! 

We really are getting close now, aren’t we? :)) Yay?

P.S. - if anyone wants on the taglist - or out - shoot me a dm or an ask, it’s (usually) no problem :))

[velvethopewrites]

This week’s fic offering is a charming AU that places Dean and Cas in the world of Firefly. And woo-boy is it fun!

Operative Word by CMS52990

Summary:

Dean Winchester and the crew of the Impala live on the shadier side of the law, scrounging and scavenging for paychecks that seem fewer and further between. But when a mysterious man who calls himself Castiel offers cash up-front for a one-way trip to an outer planet, Dean and his crew find themselves with a bit more Alliance trouble than they had bargained for. 

Is he really one of the deadly, fabled Operatives of folklore? Why do so many people want to kill him? What the hell is an Angel Tablet and why does he have it? And gorrammit, why can't Dean stop getting distracted by the asshole's eyes?

Featuring Castiel the SuperSpy, Dean the Gallant Captain, Crowley the Badger, Meg the Suicidally, Brilliantly Insane, and Sam, who is, of course, an Abomination.

I would imagine it is quite hard to mix two fandoms together. Especially two that are as distinctive as these. But this author merges the supernatural with the Firefly ‘verse seamlessly and it is quite the enjoyable read! I loved it - there is great characters, fantastic action and just enough da bianhua to let you know where you are.

You have Dean, Captain of the Impala with his rough and tumble crew: Sam, Bobby, Bela, Charlie and Meg. They all get along just as much as you’d suspect. Enter Castiel after they pull off a heist and oh boy, do the games begin. I absolutely cackled at the banter and dialogue in this fic. It’s grounded firmly in the Firefly verse while still being completely Supernatural as well. My favorite is Crowley, of course, especially since Mark Sheppard was on Firefly. It’s a nice little nod to both worlds.

The plot here is very organic and great to unfold - we have visits from Michael and Gabriel, as well as Kevin Tran. We have Castiel learning to feel for the first time in his life and we have Dean falling head over heels for him before he even realizes it. I honestly just ate this story up and it really made me want to dust off my (not really dusty) Firefly discs, so do with that what you will.

I adore Firefly, but you don’t really need to be a fan of it to enjoy this fic - that’s its greatest strength. The world sucks you in, regardless. I love getting into Dean’s motivations and thoughts here - it’s nice to see him work through stuff and also be supported by his kick ass crew. This is definitely a Supernatural story, have no fear. And it’s definitely a Dean and Castiel story.

Here’s one of my favorite exchanges that had me laughing for far too long:

The walk back to the Roadhouse went much slower without mental images of bright blue eyes and soft-looking lips to keep him company.  Dean had to settle for tormenting Sam mercilessly for the eyes he had been making at a pretty blonde medic at the Roadhouse the night before.  “Who knows,” he said, “if you’re lucky, she’ll be there tonight.  Maybe she’ll even braid your hair!”

“Shut up,” Sam grumbled.  “Anyway, you don’t see me teasing you for the eyes you’ve been making at Castiel.”

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” Dean deadpanned.

“‘Oh, Castiel, you’re so strong and interesting, and you fight so gorram good!’” Sam sing-songed in a high-pitched voice.

“That supposed to be me?”

“‘Let’s fly around the ‘verse forever together and have medically impossible babies!’”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I’m your brother.”

“Asshole brother.”

See? Great dialogue! Love to see it. Brilliant sibling feels, lol.

I give this story Five out of Five Bees for being fantastically written, and for having sexy times that are hot and finally, for being set in the Firefly ‘verse, since I still love it. 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

May I also link to a short ficlet I wrote this last weekend? For @castideans-pie and their very inviting tags/post. Some day I promise I’ll write a multi-chaptered thing and have it posted on AO3 properly, but until then… have a bit o’fluff by yours truly.

Ficlet fun - Dean whispering to the angel next to him who literally cannot sleep….

omg it’s FAN FICTION FRIDAY

Reblog and promote a fic of yours <3

[banshee1013]

Suptober Day 10 - Sweet Rides

OMG I GOT ONE DONE ON TIME (well, sorta, HAHA).

I finally managed to keep myself to a pencil drawing only, still took me 4 hours but I’m pretty pleased with it.

Then I stayed up until 1:30am finishing the fic - which was supposed to be a FICLET - 2k later! Oops.

Anyway, here’s Day Ten! Now to figure out what to do for tomorr... uh, later today, haha.

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Overall Title: The Road Less Traveled

Overall Rating: Mature (may change to Explicit, we’ll see how it goes)

Tags: Castiel/Dean, mention of Sam/Eileen, Post-Season 15, ExAngel!Cas, MostlyRetiredHunter!Dean, Road Trip

(Note: all ficlets are unbeta’d. At the end of the month, I’ll wrap up whatever I manage to get written, clean it up, get it beta’d, and post to AO3. So please pardon any mistakes!)

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CHAPTER FIVE - SWEET RIDES

Words: 2026

Dean’s fingers drum a one-handed beat on the steering wheel, keeping time with John Bonham coming over the speakers. His other hand, resting on the bench seat next to him, is loosely entwined with Cas’. 

After their rainy weekend interlude at Rufus’ cabin, Cas has been extra hands-on; never out of contact with Dean in one way or another for very long - and Dean has zero complaints with this development.

Giving a quick squeeze, he disengages his hand from Cas’ and flips the turn signal, sliding over to the lane for I-5 North. 

Cas up to this point has been focused on the passing scenery with half-lidded eyes and soft smile, quiet and seemingly lost in thought. Dean had squeezed his hand a few times during the eight hour drive from the cabin, checking to see if he’d dropped off, but every time Cas had turned to him, returning the squeeze; the look in his eyes full of love and warmth, and Dean will do anything to keep Cas looking at him like that. 

This time, Cas turns to him, but his eyes are now full of curiosity. 

“I-5 North? I thought you wished to go south after we reached the west coast?”

“Thought we’d make a pit stop first.” Dean smirked to himself, recalling the conversation with Sam yesterday when he’d called to check in and found out they were headed to Seattle. 

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“Seattle, huh? Helluva drive just to get some Starbucks!” Sam snorted, his voice echoing slightly with the speakerphone on so he can sign the conversation to Eileen.

“Haha, Sammy. No way am I getting Starbucks in Seattle - that’s like going to Italy and getting McDonalds.” Dean paused, glancing over his shoulder toward the bedroom, the Cas-shaped blanket-covered lump in the bed still unmoving, and silently cursed himself for not setting his phone on silent. 

He desperately wanted to be back in there with him.

“So, everything alright? I gotta go, things to do.” More like someONE to do…

Sam did not sound convinced but didn’t push the issue. “Nah, all good here. Eileen and I are back at the bunker and just wanted to make sure you didn’t end up in a ditch somewhere.” Sam chuckles at his own joke, then continues, “Hey, I know where you should go… y’know, when you get to Seattle.” 

Dean sighs - now that he knows nothing is wrong, he’s tempted feign a bad connection and hang up - but he’s genuinely curious to find out what Sam is going to suggest. “Yeah? Do tell.”

“You should get some Dick’s.”

“Hahaha very funny, “ Dean growls, and moves to hang up when Sam yells, “Wait, WAIT!”

“WHAT?” Dean grimaces at the volume of his voice and glances over at his shoulder again. Cas stirs and rolls over but doesn’t wake. “What?” he says again, quieter.

“I mean, you should go eat a Dick’s.” Sam giggles, and Dean hears Eileen's soft laugh in the background.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m outta here.” Dean pulls the phone back from his ear once again and starts to hang up when he hears Eileen’s voice - “Dean, wait!” 

With a mighty sigh, he puts the phone back to his ear and hears a smack in the background; an open palm against muscle and cloth, followed by Eileen’s voice:  “Stop BEING a dick and tell him.” 

“Okay, okay. You guys are no fun.” Sam speaks into the phone again. “It’s a fast food place out there. ‘Best burgers in America’ according to Esquire Magazine.”

-------------------

Cas’ brow pinches in confusion and it’s still the most adorable thing ever. “Pit stop? Why are we stopping for pits?” His eyes narrow. “Are they peach pits? Do you need to distill cyanide from them?”

Dean can’t help himself - he outright guffaws. “No, no cyanide, why would I… I mean, we’re making a detour, stopping somewhere here in Seattle before heading south.” 

“Ah, very well then.” Cas tilts his head. “Is it for coffee? I hear Starbucks is headquartered here, I suppose acquiring some from the original source might be interesting.” 

“NO Starbucks… seriously, why does everyone…,” Dean pauses, then carefully schools his face into a serious expression, “We’re going for Dick’s.” 

“EXCUSE ME?”

“BURGERS!” Dean manages to gasp out as he gets the laughter under control. “It’s a burger place Sam told me about. ‘The most life-changing burger joint in America’ or so Esquire Magazine would have you believe.” Turning to Cas, he arches an eyebrow. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

                                                ~~~ *** ~~~

“What the… Cas, I think I’m gonna be sick.” 

No, it wasn’t from the burgers - Dean hadn’t even gotten to those yet. He’s not even sure if they can. 

As they pulled into the parking area for Dick’s Drive-In, he had slammed on the brakes, Baby coming to a sudden stop with a squeal of rubber on pavement at the sight before him.

The parking lot was full - of Impalas.

Black 1967 Impalas to be exact. DOZENS of them, all in a row.

Some had their trunks open, the inside of the lids decorated with devil traps and wards. Others had green coolers nearby, identical to the one in his backseat. 

The squeal of tires had drawn the attention of the people gathered around, and one in particular waves and makes his way over to them.

“Oh shit, no no no…” Dean mutters, then quickly plasters on a wan smile as the guy approaches his window and leans on the sill. 

“Hey there, I”m Davis, President of the Seattle chapter of the Supernatural Haunted Impalas club.” Dean glanced down at the man’s outstretched hand, briefly considers peeling rubber out of the parking lot and reluctantly decides against it - the last thing they need is a APB out on them for decapitating a guy in full view of witnesses - and takes the guy’s hand. 

“hi, uh… De.. Daniel. I”m Daniel… uh, Dan, and this is… “ Releasing the guy’s… Davis’... hand, he turns to Cas, eyes wide and imploring. 

Thankfully, Cas gets it. “Calvin,” Cas says, taking Davis’ hand and giving it a solemn shake - up and down, twice, and a quick release - “You can call me Cal.” 

Davis blinks, then gives them a broad smile. “Nice to meet you boys. We’re all just parked over there, find a spot and come say hi!” He leans back, his smile widening. “Nice cosplay, by the way - Dean, I presume, and you must be Endverse Cas, am I right?” He throws fingerguns and a wink before turning to head back to the group.

“We should leave… yeah, we should definitely get the HELL OUTTA HERE…” Dean looks over his shoulder, trying to figure out the quickest way to bail on the situation; but just then, a loud rumble erupts from Cas’ stomach. 

“Dean…” Cas sighs. “I’m very hungry, and you promised me a life-changing burger.” He gestures at the group, many of whom are now actively watching them. “And they’ve already noticed us. We might as well go and order the burgers, and then make an excuse to leave.” He drops puppy-dog eyes to rival Sam’s, and Dean knows he has no recourse but to go through with the charade - at least long enough to get a burger.

“FINE. We’ll order the burgers, make nice with locals while they’re cookin’, and then get the hell outta Dodge.” 

Dean pulls into a spot at the end of the long line of Baby Wanna-Be’s. No sooner had they climbed out and closed the doors, a bubbly brunette bounces over to them. 

“Hey guys, you look great! And wow, your Baby is GORGEOUS! What’s her name?” She claps a hand over her mouth in dismay. “Oh, of course, I shouldn’t assume gender. What’s your Baby’s name?” 

Dean’s lips part but nothing comes out, at a loss for words - then, “Baby.” 

The bouncy brunette blinks, then nods, the smile returning. “Uh, great! Awesome!” She extends her hand. “I’m Brittany, and this is my girl, Gertrude,” indicating the Impala parked next to them. 

Dean has to admit - Gertrude is in great shape. “Hi, Brittany, I”m De… Dan.” He passes an admiring gaze over the car. “She’s beautiful.” 

Brittany blushes fiercely. “Thank you so much! She’s my pride and joy.” 

Dean can’t help but grin - he gets it. “I know how you feel.” He starts toward the car, his interest piqued now.

Cas grabs his elbow. “Dean… uh, DAN,” he stammers. “We should order our food first.” 

“Oh, right! Of course.” He turns back to Brittany. “Give us a moment? We’re starving.” 

Brittany nods like her head is on a swivel. “OH of course! We’re not going anyway, go feed your boyfriend!” She turns back to Gertrude and strikes up a conversation with another couple. 

They make their way to the order counter with no further distractions and order their food, both choosing the “Dick’s Deluxe” with fries and milkshakes, then wander over to the group of Impala owners. 

By the time their food is ready, Dean is genuinely surprised at how much fun he’s actually having - the Impala owners are friendly and really know their cars, the pride of ownership evident - and Dean can’t help but respect that. However, they of course are also just as fanatical about Chuck’s books, which Dean struggles to hide his discomfort with. 

As they head back to the counter to pick up their food, Dean turns to Cas. “I dunno about all this, Cas - they’re really into Chuck’s books and they have no idea what a tool he was.” His head drops with a sigh. “Should we tell them?” 

“No, Dean.” Cas looks back over his shoulder at the group, their laughter and happy voices carrying across the parking lot. “They’re happy; the books have brought them together, given them friendship - a family, even.”  He shakes his head. ‘Chuck used those words to manipulate you, but they have no power over you - over US - anymore. This way, they serve a good purpose.” 

Dean blinks - he hadn’t thought of it that way. Of course Cas is right. 

“Yeah... and look at all the sweet rides that came from them!” 

                                                ~~~ *** ~~~

They gather their food order and head back to say their goodbyes, but the group appear to be packing up anyway - trunks being closed and coolers returned to their backseats. 

Davis approaches them. “Hey guys… we’re about to head out, but we’re only going over to Golden Gardens Park to watch the sunset and hang out around the fire pits. You’re welcome to join.” He nudges Dean with his elbow. “The group’s really taken a shine to you,” he says with a bright grin, “and your Baby, of course.” 

Dean turns to Cas, throwing an arm over his shoulder. “Whadda ya say, sweetheart? Our first sunset…” he shakes the bag of food in his other hand, “and dinner on the West Coast?” 

“I would love to, Dean.” Cas’ eyes are bright, his smile soft and warm and Dean really wants to kiss him right now, but… company.

“Adorable,” Davis says, hands clasped in delight. “I love how you two stay so in character.” 

                                                  ~~~ *** ~~~

The last rays of the sun slip behind the Olympic Mountains, but Dean is watching Cas watch the sunset. 

He’ll never get tired of the look of wonder on Cas’ face when he experiences new things. 

Or for that matter, the sounds he makes, either. Listening to him moan through that admittedly fantastic burger was downright pornographic. 

He places a hand on Cas’ fire-warmed cheek and turns him away from the dimming horizon.

Damn the company. He’s gonna kiss his boyfriend.

He tastes the salt from the fries, the sharp vinegar of the pickles, the rich savory flavor of the burger, the lingering sweetness of the milkshake. 

He tastes the unique flavor of Cas and relishes it. 

Cas threads his fingers into the hair at the back of Dean’s neck and tilts his head just so and oh, it’s so, so good. 

He hears a few giggles and more than a couple “awws” and pays them no mind. 

He’s way too busy thinking about a completely different type of sweet ride.

[eggcompany]

Casgasms 1

18+

After the best day of his life/ the best date of his life Cas finally lets Dean eat him out. Dean does not disappoint. Trans!Castiel.

Castiel was having the best day of his life. He went on a date to the aquarium, (which he had never been to and oh my GOD he loved it! They spent four hours there) he got to hold his boyfriend’s hand for hours, he got to eat at his favorite diner and got his favorite thing for dinner (a hamburger and a vanilla milkshake and some fries). He was so happy! His boyfriend planned the whole day for their one year anniversary. Dean. Castiel loved him so much.

Castiel didn’t know how or why but they really just fell into each other's laps. Dean being a mechanics student who also had an interest in comics and books, and Castiel who was the computer business nerd who spent all day in the library. They had met and talked for hours about books and comics almost everyday for weeks. Then Dean asked him out and one thing led to another. Dean graduated and started working in the mechanics garage in downtown near the apartment they rent together and Cas works at a little convenience store after class. They matched up perfectly.

Cas was even happier when they got back to their apartment and Dean started kissing him. It started heavy. Dean’s tongue diving into Cas’s willing mouth. Dean shoved Cas against their closed door and crowded close to him. Cas could feel the heat of Dean’s erection even with the layers between them. Then the mechanicals callused wandering hands pushed Cas’s jacket off his shoulders. Cas pulled off Dean’s jacket and shirt.

Dean pulled him to the couch and unbuttoned his shirt enough to pull it off. Cas loves feeling his chest against Dean’s ever since he got his top surgery at the very beginning of their relationship. He didn’t quite like Dean touching his scars as they were still tender but he loves just feeling skin on skin. He loved feeling Dean’s smooth skin against his. Dean’s lack of chest hair made him feel quite good about himself to be honest.

Dean took a minute to kiss and suck at Cas’s collarbones and nip his way down to the edge of Cas’s jeans. He sucked down between Cas’s chest scars and kissed across Cas’s fuzzy tummy and nuzzled into the dark happy trail below. Dean took his belt in his hand and looked Cas in the eyes. “Babe, can I...” Dean trailed off hoping Cas knew what he wanted.

Cas looked at him, god he looked good. Blushing down his chest and breathing heavy. Cas’s eyes were blown big, barely a blue ring showing. He looked ethereal with the way his eyes seemed to glow. Dean loved this man and boy oh boy he wanted Cas to know it.

“What?” Cas said when he caught up on what was happening. Dean was laying on his stomach in between his legs holding onto his belt. Oh. Dean wanted to. Oh. “Uh um I uh yeah. Yeah. Yes Dean.” Cas looked and Dean looked ecstatic.

Dean quickly unbuckled Cas’s belt and pulled it apart to in bottom and unzip Cas’s jeans.

“Are you sure Cas? Cause I dunno if I can stop once I start. Just kick me if you change your mind, babe” Dean said as he undid his own jeans. Just to let the pressure off his own cock.

“Yes Dean. I trust you. I mean I’ve fucked you, it only makes sense for me to let you do this. I’m quite excited already.” Cas said in that serious tone that makes Dean giggle a bit.

Dean quickly pulled Cas’s jeans and his briefs down. Dean was about to comment on the adorable bumble bee pattern on Cas’s briefs but as he pulled them down his breath caught in his throat.

He’d seen Cas’s... bits. They had showered together and changed in front of each other and of course he’s seen cas masturdate but he’d never seen it like this. Never seen it up close.

Cas’s ‘thing’ was... what was Dean supposed to call this anyway.

“Uh Cas what do you want me to uh call this? It? Um...” Dean gestured to the absolute meal in front of him.

“It’s my pussy Dean. I don’t have a lot of bottom dysphoria so... pussy.” Cas said and blushed harder. He never really thought to call it anything else. Cunt was too harsh. Vagina was too… formal. Hole was what he used to call it but he didn’t like that.

Dean looked back at the pussy in front of him.

Perfectly perfect. Dark back hair framed the shining wet folds between. Cas was wet and glistening and pink and fat. God Cas looked so good. Dean only stared for a little bit more before he got to work. He couldn’t hold back.

Dean licked right up the middle of Cas’s pussy. Automatically Cas clamped his thighs together around Dean and moaned loudly.

‘I’m never leaving. This is heaven. Squishy thighs. Fuzzy thighs. Smells good tastes good fuck looks good. Never leaving.’

Cas felt so soft and squishy and warm and he was practically melting on Dean’s tongue. So warm and soft and his lips were squishy against Dean’s face. Dean didn’t mind the hair, not when he could feel Cas throbbing.

Dean thought as he sucked and licked and ate out Cas with vigor. When he sucked on Cas’s clit Cas’s back arched and his hands twisted into Dean’s hair. Dean’s face was soaked. Cas was soaking wet and god he tasted good. Tasted like pure Cas. When Dean twisted his tongue into the throbbing entrance, Cas screamed out a loud groan.

“FUCK! Yes Dean yesyesyesyes fuck fuck yes god yes Dean Dean Dean deandeandeandeandeandean-“ Cas started rambling. Dean just alternates between sucking on Cas’s clit and pushing his tongue into his hot tight heat.

Cas was in heaven. Dean’s stubble was burning his thighs, Dean’s teeth were rubbing against him, he was sucking on his clit, and when he was tongue fucking Cas his nose brushed Cas’s clit.

Cas started to really pull and hold onto Dean’s hair and his thighs tightened around Dean’s head.

“Fuck fuck Deanie! Oh fuck I’m gonna come! Dean I’m gonna come! Fuck fuck I’m soooooo close!” Cas said very loudly and Dean doubled down. He sucked and licked and then he hummed. It felt good when Cas hummed while sucking him off so maybe it would feel good. It did. It felt really did.

“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT DEAN!” Cas screamed before he came. Dean was never happier having his hair ripped out of his head. He licked up the pearly white of Cas’s cum. He licked and sucked softly as Cas came down. When Cas’s thighs went lax with the rest of his body and his hands fell from Dean’s head, Dean stopped.

Cas looked so fucked out. It was awesome. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were just barely brimmed with tears, and his face showed pure ecstasy.

Dean sat up so he could jerk his achingly hard cock. It took him a grand total of six strokes to cum. He came on Cas’s thigh and the dark haired man didn’t even notice. Cas was still floating somewhere near Mars.

“Fuck Cas... that was... you are... good. Really good.” Dean said as he sat back on his heels. He tucked his soft cock back in his underwear. He kinda felt bad for Cas. He just laid there naked with his own cum and Dean’s cum drying on him and the insides of his thighs were rubbed raw from Dean’s stubble. Cas looked at Dean.

“I’m wet and cold. But fuck... your gonna have to shave next time. As there will ABSOLUTELY be a next time.” Cas sat up and looked down at himself. He smiled and looked at Dean. Dean smiled back at him and laughed. He laughed and Cas laughed at what they just did.

“Is it romantic of me to say my boyfriend gave me road rash on my puss?” Cas said through his giggles. That threw them both into another laughing fit.

“It’s not that bad! It's mostly on your thighs... okay maybe a little bit but I made you cum so we’re even!” Dean said as he looked at Cas’s crotch. There was a bit of rubbed raw skin on his labia but oh well, he’ll shave next time and buy cas some lotion or something.

“C'mon dude we have to get you cleaned up.” Dean said as he stood up and finished taking his own pants off. Cas looked at him for a moment.

“First of all do not call me dude when your tongue was just inside of me. And secondly, carry me.” Cas made grabby hands at Dean and Dean of course carried his boyfriend like a princess.

“Your fucking heavy.”

“You love me”

“I do”

[elly-hiddlesherloki]

Thanks for the tag, I'm not entirely sure how you're supposed to pick, but I'm gonna choose 10 characters!

Loki (obv)

gosh I love him, I could probably go on for ages about him. I first saw him in Avengers back in October of 2012 and I have been smitten since. I was crushing on a different character (casually) at the time and Loki showed up in his suit and I just ??? well I've been here 12 years now...

2. Jason Todd

difficult to do this because looking for a picture means I have to search for one and that is very distracting. Oh man, so Jensen Ackles voiced him in UTRH and like? that helped? but then he was just so snarky and funny and intelligent and just outmastered Batman and then I went comic looking and video game looking and he's beautiful??

3. Batman

my casual crush before Loki. I dunno, his voice is just beautiful and I guess I love voices more than anything in the world. Yes most people think his Batman voice is dumb (I acknowledge) but gosh do I love it. I watched the Dark Knight from halfway through at a store back when it first came out on DVD (the truck scene) and I was just enamored.

4. Legolas

I like gushing about my favorites, no lie. But Legolas was my second love from babyhood (or as far back as I can remember). I thought he was so badass and I've always thought archery was fun. I really need to try rereading the books - I have an eye tracking problem that makes some books hard to read and welp... I also named my Build-A-Bear bunny after him (much to the teasing by my brother)

5. Darth Vader

my first love (hahah) but seriously, since I saw the movies when I was like 4? Darth Vader was my favorite, I don't know what brought it about (other than the voice thing) but my goodness... to this day, I still have a soft spot for him. (and humorously enough, I hated Anakin who is Darth Vader, but not as cool as Darth Vader in child me's eyes, very complicated, I know.) Darth Vader beanie baby would always beat up Luke beanie and team up with (self insert) Leia beanie and be cool. This is wholesome memories, glad to share.

6. Meg Masters

Sorry, this is male heavy list, but I adore Rachel Miner and her portrayal of Meg. I got to meet her at a con and she was amazing. The character is beautiful and clever and snarky (and no lie, the voice), she's just been a wonderful unicorn of positivity for me, and I appreciate her to today.

7. Halt (Ranger's Apprentice)

Little bit obscure, but I loved him so much. I even wrote the author (hahaha) when I learned he was going to write a book called "Halt's Peril". Was a great, wholesome, lighthearted but still adventurous enough series that was just great growing up.

8. Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Another voice one I'm certain. I have a dear friend I've made because of him (many other dear friends from other characters, but they came to mind and I appreciate them) I can't think so well to gush about him right now, but c'mon, the dad vibes, the badassery, just good fun Star Wars fun.

9. Dean Winchester

Alright, I can't really go without including Jensen Ackles' Dean Winchester (voice again). Supernatural has its flaws, but it's been great seeing it grow on Tumblr as I've aged, and Dean was my favorite brother (though Cas is a close tie).

10. Hit-Girl

This was harder to choose, but while I didn't enjoy the comics as much (a little too dark) the soundtrack for Kickass was amazing, and it was a fun plot. Messed up, definitely, lots of swearing, way violent, but a bamf 12 year old just was so cool. Terribly inappropriate but it's one of my favorites regardless.

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Oh man this was fun, who to tag? :o feel free to join in, sorry if it's a repeat tag and I'm so sorry that I'm limited to 10 people: @makerofrunevests @dinmadness @galaxythreads @frenchkissogram @butterflies-and-bumble-bees @smokeyloki @lokis-bad-ass-sister @lida-y @schrodingers-blursed-kitty @batbyte-alghul

Feel free to ignore, but I had a lot of fun reminiscing, dunno if I did it right but these are some of my favorite characters :)

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 Tags

Thank you so much @idle-brit for tagging me!This was lots of fun :) 💖

My tags: @delyth88, @elymusplant, @galaxythreads, @chemical-processes. No pressure to answer, of course :)

1. Loki (MCU)

As much as I love everyone on this list, there is absolutely no competition for number 1. Loki has been my favourite character of all time for nearly 6 years now (because clearly the best time to join someone's fandom is after they've just been murdered), and is showing absolutely no signs of being replaced anytime soon. I have a Loki blog, for god's sake. The brodinsons are my favourite relationship in any kind of media, ever. I love them so, so much. Loki's a million different things and feelings, all at the same time, all fighting with each other, which makes for a wonderfully complex and nuanced character. Also, he's hilarious. Look at that eye roll. This is a man who hates his life, which makes me feel better about mine. Thanks, Loki.

2. Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

As will become obvious throughout this list, I love me an emotionally traumatised crazy person. Klaus is that. One of the characters who makes me laugh the most, ever, show-stopping dress sense, and a bucketload of unresolved trauma which goes largely ignored by Klaus, the other characters and the narrative itself? It was love at first sight. Their banter with the other characters, especially Ghost Ben (rip) is one of my favourite aspects of the show. Here's to hoping that Klaus won't be getting the Allison treatment in season 4!

3. Pippa Fitz-Amobi (A Good Girl's Guide to Murder)

I binge-read the entire AGGTM series earlier this year, and instantly fell in love with it. Pip is one of my favourite protagonists ever. Impossibly clever, compassionate, obsessive, badass, and a teensy bit unhinged. What's not to love? I would die for her. I'd say that I'd kill for her, but I think she's got that covered. I think she's written in a very realistic way, firstly as a genius 17 year old girl who doesn't really know what she's getting into, and later as a haunted individual who wants to stop investigating but can't. The way she politely knocks on people's front doors to dig up their traumas, accuse them of murder and all-round ruin their lives is everything to me. She is my blorbo. I am so, so excited for the show to come out, and I'm sure that Emma Myers will do a wonderful job as Pip!

4. Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

One of the best-written characters, in one of the best-written series ever. Reading from her perspective is such a delight- she's endlessly suspicious of everyone around her, constantly on survival mode, trusting very few people and relying on exactly no one (to begin with, at least). She's a random teenage girl, from the poorest district, and she wins the Hunger Games. She's so mentally unstable that she has to be sedated, and still she's made to be the face of a rebellion. She's rude, and kind of unlikeable. She adopts all the weakest tributes, at risk to herself, knowing that they won't win. She's doomed to fail by the narrative. She's the it girl of 2010s dystopian YA fiction. Jennifer Lawrence is an amazing actress, who does a beautiful job portraying the depth and conflict of Katniss in the films. The themes and social commentary of the Hunger Games is one of its (many) strong points, and I am so so glad that people are talking about it again, because it is my favourite book series out there.

5. Mitchell Pritchett (Modern Family)

I have no idea what to say about this man, I just love him. He just like me fr. What an icon. Impeccable music taste. I've started saying, "no my god" now, and nobody understands what I'm talking about. Even in a sitcom, my favourite is the one with issues that he refuses to talk about or fix. The episode where he's trying to hide that he dressed up as spiderman makes me cry-laugh. Claire's speech at his wedding makes me just cry. He's not a perfect man, but he's certainly better than everyone else.

6. Shin Tsukimi (Your Turn to Die)

My favourite cringefail loser! I said Katniss was doomed by the narrative in a metaphorical way. This idiot is actually doomed.

No but in all seriousness, I do really love him. Before the beginning of the game, he was just a relatively normal young man- but, when confronted with the inevitability of his own death, he made himself into a monster to survive. He has a violent vendetta against the local badass teenage girl, who is traumatised as hell already and does not need Shin chipping in as well, thank you very much. I love his relationship with Kanna, his biological sister; how he uses her, manipulates her, and still cares for her so much that he dies for her with a smile on his face in the Emotion route. Conversely, in the Logic route, his actions are a direct cause of her death, and I just love how much YTTD hates siblings. I hope that his past with Midori is explored more in either a mini-episode or the final part of the game, because I find it sooo interesting. I'm super excited to see whether he actually has no chance of survival, or whether he makes it out, against the odds, on one of the routes. He's a bit useless, so I won't get my hopes up.

7. Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

I think it goes without saying that Euphoria has its issues, lol. Sam Levinson is an idiot. While a lot of the show (especially season 2) feels shallow and like it doesn't care about its characters, Rue's storylines always have heart and depth and I am so invested in her arc. It's no wonder that Zendaya won 2 Emmys for this role, because her acting is phenomenal! Rue feels so real to me, in the way that she's trying so hard to stay sober but she falls down and relapses time and time again. Recovery isn't linear, but she's getting there, and I adore her with all my heart. Her relationships with Lexi, her mother, her sister, and her sponsor, Ali, are my favourites, and the healthiest for her, in my opinion. Her brief friendship/ romance with Jules may have kept her more solidly sober than anything else in the show, but Jules (understandably) cracks under the pressure of Rue's mental health, and can't be there for her. Rue needs to heal for herself, which she appears to be doing at the end of S2.

8. Max Mayfield (Stranger Things)

Duffer brothers, please just let her be happy.

Despite only being introduced in Season 2, Max has, in my opinion, had the best character development out of everyone on the show. Her growth from someone standoffish, rude, and uninterested in the group (maybe I'm being a bit harsh. She was, like, 12) to someone who is willing to risk her life to help her friends and Hawkins means so much to me. The scene in "Dear Billy" (S4, Ep4) where she escapes from Vecna remains my favourite in the whole show and will probably be burned into my brain forever. Her relationships with Lucas and El are very sweet, and some of my favourites in Stranger Things. Her final line in S4, after all her struggles over the season, being that she doesn't want to die literally breaks my heart. I hope she gets some degree of a happy ending in the final season. She was my first profile picture when I joined this hellsite, and I love her a lot.

9. Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables)

The shenanigans that this girl gets up to never fail to make me laugh. The bit where she accidentally dyes her hair green and then has to hack it all off makes me feel awful for her, but. it's hilarious. Sorry, Anne. Her friendship with Diana is so sweet but also so funny to me because they really are the most chaotic duo of the 1880s. The scene where Anne accidentally gives her alcohol instead of fruit juice is so mortifying but so, so funny. Amidst all of the insane situations that Anne gets into are a lot of really heartwarming moments and relationships. Matthew and Marilla adopting Anne, even though they wanted a boy, because she's so endearing and alone in the world is probably what made me who I am today. I still haven't gotten around to watching Anne with an E, but I've heard it's amazing. I look forward to watching it when I have the time :).

10. Daphne Blake (Scooby Doo)

My first ever favourite character! Another one who I don't have a tonne to say about. She's an icon, she's a legend, and she is the moment. She has done nothing wrong, ever. She knows martial arts, so watch out.

Honourable mentions: Thor (MCU), Finnick Odair (The Hunger Games), Gretchen Weiners (Mean Girls), Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99), Maurice Moss (The IT Crowd), The Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), James (The End of the F***ing World), Ali Abdul (Squid Game).

If you read all of this then thanks, and have a great day!

[megadifferentcupcakewriter]

Thoughts On The Finale of Supernatural.

Okay I feel like I should say something about the Supernatural finale because I've been a fan for the longest time now and everyone is speaking their minds about it, so I'll say my peace and be done with it-- spoiler's ahead (obviously) before I get into the ranting about how bad it was, I'm going to say I respect the actors, the writers, and everyone involved-- I know that they gave it their all, and they were trying to do everything right, I know that throughout the entire time working for the show, they did give us some pretty good memories, and I'm grateful to love Supernatural, and want not-- that being said, the 15 finale, IS NOT HOW YOU END A 15 YEARS LONG RUNNING SHOW, it was decent-- sure; but it could have been so much better, before I get into it though, let me list all the good things about it.

WARNING SPOILERS AHEAD. ............. ............ ............ ........... .......... ........... NOT KIDDING... ................ ............ ............ ............. LAST WARNING IDGITS.

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1: Dean's goodbye to Sam, very emotional, very heart wrenching, I legit broke down and tearfully sobbed as I watched it happened-- never has this happened to me in tv, because I always tell myself it's a tv show and it never really bothers me, but this scene? oh yeah it bothered me, it made me sad; and for that bravo Jensen and Jared *claps* bravo.

2: Bobby singer (original Bobby singer) making his appearance, that was a nice touch and it was heart warming to see him again. ^^

3: Mentioning Cas "helped Jack" meaning he was rescued from mega hell, cause come on-- it wouldn't make sense for Jack to just leave him there.

4: Sam and Dean being reunited at the bridge in the end, again nice to see the two brother's seeing each other after so long.

BUT THAT'S IT

THAT'S ALL THAT'S GOOD and here are the reasons why.

Okay, like seriously-- KILLING DEAN off in the first hunt after Chuck, I HAVE SUCH A PROBLEM with this and not just because Dean died, but because it's the first hunt they go on AFTER CHUCK, as far as we are all lead to believe, and that paints the picture to us, that Sam and Dean were never good hunter's, the only reason they were even alive to get this far was because of Chuck's influence, and now we all know that Chuck has basically been writing their story "since the beginning" and everything and we get that, but we want to believe as a collective fandom that Sam and Dean were good at their jobs, to some degree that they were good enough to be hunters, and keep fighting as hunters-- and to kill Dean off in the first hunt after Chuck just paints a different story, if you're going to kill Dean off, then do it in the like a few hunts after Chuck, maybe show a little montage of Sam and Dean continuing to go on hunts, before finally showing "that fateful hunt" that ends up killing Dean, that way we as a fanbase can say "okay Dean had some time to be free before he was killed" this just cheapens his death and it's NOT OKAY.

Also, why a rusty piece of nail? I mean again I know that Sam and Dean have basically been made to live this long thanks to Chuck giving them basically "plot armor" and they're both only human-- but again we as the fandom would have liked to say that Dean went out in a more "heroic" way then just being stabbed by a piece of nail, I mean come on SIDE CHARACTER'S got a more heroic death then that, this is DEAN FREAKING WINCHESTER, we would have liked to say he went out in a blaze of glory, he went out to I dunno save an entire city, or Sam from certain death, not just an "accident on a hunt" that leads him to be killed, it just ...it's not fitting for everything else he's been through, X_x

That being said, why kill Dean at all?

I mean, we were basically told from the start of the show that both Sam and Dean were going to end bloody (throughout the series always mentioning that the hunter's life "ends horrible and bloody") I get that, but if you're able to give Sam a happily ever after, where he grows old and dies, then why can't Dean? it's like, all this time throughout the show, we can see that he wants to have a normal life, he wants to have a wife, kids, settle down (we see it in Lisa and Ben) but he doesn't feel like he deserves it.

He's been conditioned by John Winchester to believe that his soul purpose in life is to simply hunt, and that's just wrong-- and it would have been very nice to see in the finale, maybe Sam and Dean retiring from hunting but opening up some kind of school for hunters or something? that way they are still helping out with hunting in a way, but not a way that threatens their lives day to day, where they can both grow old and basically die together, but that's just my view on it, I mean I wanted them both to live happy normal lives darn it, and DEAN DESERVES HIS FUTURE too you know? after everything, this poor man has been through.

But that's just my view on it, and I do think the show could have been good doing something like that-- but that being said, I'm fine with the Dean Winchester dies ending, so long as they give him a proper HEROIC DEATH,  and Sam goes on to honor his brother's memory.

Now then, say we go with the Dean Winchester dies plotline, I get that-- but why couldn't we see Jodie, Donna, Claire, and all the other characters they've made friends with over the years? I would have loved to see Sam breaking the news to some of the hunter friends they've made, and maybe have Jodie come over and give him some sympathy food and give him a hug, or some of the friends just being there for the FREAKING FUNERAL (I mean come on they did it for ASA FOX, season 12 I believe? why couldn't Dean Winchester have something like that?) it would have been nice to show many people gathered around, and maybe even Dean being allowed to see the view from heaven realizing just how loved he was?

Also, would have loved to see Sam heart brokenly hugging Eileen tearfully, as she hugs him back-- revealing that she is INDEED THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILD, maybe even in the montage of Sam growing older, show something like him and Eileen dancing together, or Eileen teaching their son sign language, I mean sure there's no doubt Eileen is his wife, but WE WOULD HAVE LOVED TO SEE IT, PEOPLE, show something of Sam and Eileen together, the ending just kind of felt like Sam was all alone like nobody was there-- and from what we've seen, HE HAS A LOT OF PEOPLE WHO ADORE HIM AND DEAN (Jodie, the girl's, Donna, different hunter's, apocalypse world refugees) I know there was restrictions because of Covid, but someone, ANYONE WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER than just nobody.

Plus, we get the confirmation Castiel is alive (Bobby stating 'Cas helped Jack") okay that's good, but can we at least see one last thing of him? like I dunno, I saw a post somewhere; when Dean finishes his drive on the bridge, gets out of the car, and walks towards the edge of it just looking at heaven around him, he feels someone grab his shoulder, turns around and it's Cas.

Destiel or not Destiel scenes would have been fine, but in my head (never thought the writers were gonna go there)-- at least it would have been nice to see him, I dunno become tearful and hug Cas; and Cas hugs him back, saying his famous "Hello Dean" line, as they hug each other for a while; before they hear.

"Cas?" In Sam's voice, causing them to both look towards like the left and see Sam approaching, before him and Dean share a tearful reunion hug, Cas smiling to see the two brother's finally at peace, before Cas joins in, team free will finally back together after what seems like an eternity apart, while ~Carry On My wayword son~ begins playing, as the visual zooms out of them, before the episode ends on a flashback to season 12 where Cas talks about the future that Jack showed him the "paradise" that was mentioned.

That would have been much better then what we got, I WASN’T ASKING FOR MUCH-- but that just...urgggggggggghhh the way the show painted it, I mean-- come on...why couldn’t we have at least gotten half of what I just mentioned?

Also at some point, GIVE ADAM WINCHESTER A DARN BREAK PEOPLE-- maybe in between showing us Dean in heaven, he goes to visit some of his old friends? or maybe even have Adam having a beer with Bobby when Dean first enters heaven, something to just show the darn kid >_<

We didn’t even need to have an explaination as to why Cas never came to see the boys after he was brought back by Jack, we would have loved to just SEE HIM one last time.

Not to much to ask.

[imtryingmyfuckingbe]

And If This Is It

Second chapter in a short series.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Mentions: Jess, Sam, Charlie, Cas, Gabriel, Jo, Jules (OC)

Trigger warnings: Slight mention of smut

I am the sole author and reserve the rights to my work. However, I am not the owner of Supernatural as a franchise, or the characters including, but not limited to: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel, Jo, Jess, or Charlie.

CHAPTER TWO:

She cradles her phone between her cheek and shoulder, picking through ripe peppers. Charlie drones endlessly about some new video game or console or— Y/N honestly doesn’t know. Of all the shared personality traits between the pair, Y/N fails to see the wonder of Red Dead Redemption or Overwatch. Even still, she listens and hums agreement in Charlie’s pauses.

Placing a trio of red, yellow, and orange peppers in her cart, Y/N continues towards the avocados. Grocery shopping calms her. The comforting monotony allows her to move thoughtlessly on the familiar path from produce to deli and down aisles she could navigate in her sleep. It gives her a sense of control, and offers time to herself.

Y/N switches the phone to her other ear, rubbing the kink in her neck. Charlie finishes raving, in turn changing the topic to work. Some shitty guests left a lengthy poor review on both Yelp and Google, and now she has a meeting with Jason, their boss. “I’m going to quit that place, I swear it!” she emptily declares. She threatens leaving at least twice a week, but never seems to commit. Yes, the customers suck, and the managers have a canyon sized room for improvement, but the worthwhile money keeps her hooked like a dirty mistress. How else could afford tuition?

“I’m sure you will. Once you get your big girl job looking at computers all day.”

“That is an insulting minimization of what I’m actually going to do, and you know it!” Charlie scolds.

“I jest, I jest,” Y/N laughs. Getting a rise out of Charlie is her favorite past time. “But, for real, I have to check out. I have errands to run today. Dean is going to service my car.”

Y/N imagines Charlie’s eye roll and upturned smile. Not many people know of her affections towards Dean, but one drunken night led to confessions she can’t stuff back inside. Charlie has yet to let her live it down.

“Ah, yes. Our dear friend,” she stresses. “That leads us to another conversation, but I’m thinking I should get some tequila in you first.”

“Not going to happen. I’m fine, okay?” Even she doesn’t believe herself.

“Yeah, I’m calling bullshit. But, go, be merry. Tell the man I said hi.”

Y/N ends the call quickly, glad to finish the uncomfortable conversation. Her tense shoulders and the knots on both sides of her neck make her regret accepting Charlie’s call in the first place. She knows Charlie means no ill will but she can’t help the frustration building on her brow.

The checkout line moves quickly, not many people shopping at noon on a Wednesday. With her groceries tucked in her trunk, she makes her way to Dean’s house. He lives in a corner townhouse on the intersection of Sutler and Harrison, affording him a small side yard to work on his car— and sometimes Y/N’s. Despite his mechanic job, Dean enjoys spending his free time working on cars. He said it feels like a break from the world, blackened hands in his engine.

Y/N understands needing to take a step back. Life, in all of its intricacies, is only the withdrawing waters of the ocean, before rearing its ugly, tsunami head. She found her saving grace in writing: lyrics, poems, stories. Transporting herself into a new world saved her from this one when her bones grew heavy and her eyes tired.

She pulls into his driveway, parking next to his Impala. Its propped up hood hides a bent over Dean busying himself with tightening one thing or another. Grabbing the six pack in her passenger seat, Y/N emerges from her car.

“Howdy, partner,” she jokes.

Dean pokes his head around the side of his car, teeth bared in a wide smile. Black smudges decorate his nose and cheeks. His short hair received the brunt of frustration, pushed backwards with flyaways dancing in the wind. Y/N snickers, raking her eyes across his denim clad legs and up to the black t-shirt stretched across his chest, ending on his stained skin.

“What? Got something on my face?”

She shakes her head, amused. “Yeah, only here, here, and here,” she points to his nose and chin and cheeks.

He grabs her extended hand and pulls her inward, dipping his head down to her white shirt. Rubbing his face on her shoulder, he leaves behind the blackness in his wake. Y/N struggles against him and the bubbling laughter in her chest.

“This is white, asshole!”

Dean steps back, hands still holding her upper arms, and admires his work. She gently pushes against his chest, feigning anger and trying to ignore the muscles beneath her palm. She got this shirt for ninety-five cents at a yard sale; three similar garments hang in her closet. This isn’t a real loss.

“I think it looks good! Makes it seem like you know your way around a car.”

“Yes, because when fixing cars I use my shoulder. It’s super effective, you should try it.”

Dean rolls his eyes, finally releasing Y/N. She steps back, filling her lungs with much needed air. Any time spent closely to him required extra oxygen. Her heart runs rampage around her chest, and she knows if she looks down it may just shine through her shirt. Steeling herself, she returns to the task at hand.

Speaking of, the weight of the beer in her hand gives her something to do. Setting the pack on the hood of her car, she retrieves two bottles and cracks them open. The crisp coolness holds her to the ground, even as Dean’s fingers brush against hers when he accepts the offer. In silence, they sip the citrus IPA.

“All righty then, what’s going on with your gal?”

“Just need an oil change, I think. It doesn’t hurt to have it looked at, though.”

He nods, brows drawn together and lips pursed. Everything in Y/N, her lungs and head and skin, wants to take the rag from Dean’s back pocket and wipe his face, removing both the crease in his forehead and the gunk. Instead, she kisses her beer, watching as he pops her hood and checks the oil.

The betrayal of her body lingers in her movements when she walks to the front of her car, leaning next to a working Dean. His skin radiates warmth. Tendrils of his cologne overwhelm her. She breathes in, basking in him while trying to clear her foggy head. Fresh air is good, she fruitlessly tells herself. Fresh air is good; when it’s not mixed with the man she adores.

Dean moves his car to the grass, allowing more space for him to work on the Mustang. Y/N sits on the ground in front of the garage as he jacks her car up to empty the oil pan. From this vantage point, she can see Dean in all of his glory. His shirt rides up, reveling a thin line of hair and toned muscles. She clenches her jaw, then takes another drink.

Her head knocks against the garage door, focusing on the baby blue sky, not a cloud in sight. Dean grunts quietly as he works, and Y/N’s mind supplies a different activity for his sounds. His hands would wander across the expanse of her body; across her hips, up to her breasts, down to her pussy. His lips would cover wherever his hands could not, sucking on her neck, leaving a hickey.

Now, Y/N once failed to see the appeal of someone marking up her body. But, fuck, if Dean Winchester said he wanted to cover her skin in bruising kisses, she wouldn’t be able to deny him. She wouldn’t want to.

Fingers snap in front of face. Shaking her head, she realizes Dean finished with her Mustang and hovered over her. “Hey, back to the living?”

Heat rushes to her cheeks. She ducks her head to look at her very interesting, noteworthy knees. “Yeah. Just thinking.” Not a full lie, but not the full truth, either. What could she say? I was daydreaming about making love? Not just fucking; making love.

He retrieves a beer from the pack before settling next to Y/N on the ground, back against the door and thighs touching. “Yeah? What about?” his playful tone forces her further into reality.

She doesn’t answer for a moment, instead focusing on the sharp, stinging pebbles digging into her thighs and ass. “Work.”

“Ah, it’s always work. Something wrong?”

Another sip.

“Not exactly. I talked to Charlie today, and she said she wanted to quit.”

“Doesn’t she always?”

“That’s what I said! But it got me thinking. Am I too comfortable there? I mean, I’ve worked there for, what? Three years?” Y/N surprises herself with her own excuse. She hadn’t actually put much stock in leaving, her own or Charlie’s. But now that it’s out in the open, the weight on her shoulders flutters away. He nods, encouraging her to continue. “I dunno,” she tosses her hands in indignation, spilling a little beer on the concrete, “I don’t want to stay in some dead end job that I don’t really love. Feels like a waste of time,” her voice starts strong but trails off into a whisper.

Dean sets his hand on her thigh, caressing it in an attempt to comfort her.

Another sip, another sigh.

This is the last thing she needs, but the first thing she wants. She once more lets her head fall backwards while Dean studies her in silence, head tilted. “What do you think you’d do?”

“That’s the thing: I don’t know. I don’t have a degree and the only jobs I’ve ever had were serving, or something in that world. Who the hell is going to hire me?”

“I don’t have a degree, either, ya’know.”

“Yes, but you have a career, and you’re good at it. I mean, look at you! You’re ahead of the rest, already. Basically running your own shop; got a whole-ass home. And I’m proud of you, I am. I just feel like I’m headed nowhere. Like, what have I got going for me?”

She closes her eyes to avoid his gaze, but he stays silent. His fingers continue to trace shapes into her thigh. Dean knows Y/N well enough to stop talking; it won’t ease the tension in her breast or pinging pain on her temple. Now that she said the words aloud, however, her mind races wild with the possibilities and risks of leaving the security of Zest.

She could pursue something in writing, a pipe dream of hers. She could get a few gigs in bars and play for a few hours for some cash. She could also quit and not find another job, falling into destitution and then forced to return to waiting tables. Flashes of grabby hands and entitled guests flit through her mind.

Goddamn, she hates customer service.

Mindlessly, she tilts her beer back, only droplets gracing her tongue. Without a word, Dean passes her the bottle he grabbed for himself. She nods in thanks, taking a sip.

He pats her thigh. “Well, it’s no use dwelling on what you can’t do. What can you do?”

Y/N shrugs.

“C’mon, I know you can do more than balance glasses and pretend to care about lobster. You write. What about that?”

“It’s recreational. I don’t have anything published. I don’t—”

“— All right, piss baby. If you’re going to keep complaining, I’m going to smack you.” He rolls his eyes, not really annoyed.

“Fine, fine. I could do freelance, I guess.”

“Yeah, you could. You could work as a receptionist and work your way up somewhere, too. Like, the newspaper. Start there, prove you can write, and they’ll have no choice but to hire you. Maybe pitch a few ideas. Don’t need a degree to be smart; I’m living proof of that,” he gestures to himself.

Y/N laughs, shoving her shoulder against his. “Yeah, yeah. You’re the next Einstein of car mechanics.”

“I could be.”

Another silence, no longer pregnant with her frustration. The sun beats down with a vengeance, however, making the beer in her hand lukewarm. Beads of sweat pool on her brows. Still, she doesn’t want to move. The hand on her leg, pressed thigh to Dean’s, shoulder to shoulder; she wants to savor this moment.

Even still, she can’t sit for much longer. The comfort of the man beside her refuses to extend to the unforgiving concrete beneath her or the heat in the air. With a sigh, she pushes herself up, stretching her sore legs and wiping off spare gravel clinging to her skin. Dean stands too, utilizing Y/N’s extended hand. Truthfully, it doesn’t help much but she would do almost anything to hold his hand, even for a second.

When the pair straighten, Dean’s fingers remain clasped in hers, his thumb rubbing circles on her knuckles. She revels in the gentle caress, wishing she didn’t have to leave. The groceries in her trunk call to her; she needs to put them away before they spoil.

“I have to go,” she whispers. The tightness in her chest returns at breaking the silence and ruining to moment. She refuses to look Dean in the eyes, not wanting to see whatever is there. Instead, she trains her gaze onto his stomach.

“Yeah, I figured. Use and abuse me for your car then skip out,” he jokes.

Finally looking upwards, she takes in his smile and kind eyes. If she had any guts, she would grab his cheeks and pull him down to kiss him. But she doesn’t have the courage to leave her dead-end job, let alone kiss the breathtaking man before her. Instead, she settles for wrapping her arms around his waist and holding him close.

She can do this for the rest of her life, she tries to convince herself. If she can’t have Dean in her bed or on her arm or loving her the way she desires, she can handle these moments. This is okay, this is okay, this is okay.

A kiss to her head and a final squeeze, Dean pulls back. “I’ll see ya soon, kid. Enjoy your ride.”

The two part, Y/N longing to return to his embrace. Her skin prickles from her desire, her feet refuse to move. And then a car honks from somewhere up the road and her wondering mind snaps back to reality. A final goodbye, she clambers into her car. Dean waves as she reverses from his driveway and starts back to her apartment across town. The wind whips her cheeks through the rolled-down windows.

She only looks back once.

[scones-and-texting-and-murder]

Sweater Weather

(AO3 link 2676 words, general audiences)

Written for the @holidaymixtape​  and featuring adorable art by @bs-acorns​!

“They’re looking for a barista at the dog park,” Sam had said, a combination of words so nonsensical that Dean asked him if he’d hit his head.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I told you I’ve been taking Phoebe to the park.”

When Sam finally reached the point where he could get a dog, he’d gone right for a Great Dane, like he was making up for all his dogless years with the biggest one he could find. Next to most people, Great Danes seemed like miniature ponies, but Dean couldn’t deny that Phoebe looked perfectly proportional striding along his oversized, long-legged brother. Despite her size, she was the world’s biggest couch potato, sometimes sitting down on the sidewalk to declare herself done in the middle of walks. As it was nearly impossible to convince one hundred and twenty-five pounds of stubborn dog to do anything, Sam began exploring other options. In doing so, he discovered that taking her to a park resulted in her loping around, sniffing and peeing in a nearly infinite loop, getting some much-needed exercise without Sam needing to cajole her for blocks at a time.

Dean pretended like he wasn’t quite sure. “You mean the one where Eileen goes?”

Sam blushed and Dean smiled smugly, happy to see his big brother intuition hadn’t failed him. He’d been “casually mentioning” Eileen and her service dog with telling frequency.

That’s when Sam explained that there was a coffee shop on site at the park.

Before Dean applied for the job, he’d never considered the logic of a coffee shop/dog park combo, but the more he learned, the more sense it made. Dog people, it turned out, loved to socialize with other dog people, and they would stay at the same location for hours on end if their dogs were happy. If they could capitalize on that by selling hot drinks to cold people, then really, it was a win-win. And while Dean might not have been a dog person, he could chat up customers and make drinks like nobody’s business.

That had been a year ago. Now Sam and Eileen were making plans to move in together, and whereas Dean started out barely able to tell a bichon from a beagle, he was currently familiar with at least a half-dozen types of terrier. And while he’ll never admit it to anyone, one time he’d accurately identified a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, leaving him with the same self-congratulatory rush he imagined birders got when they added to their life lists.

Not only had Dean gotten familiar with the dogs, he’d gotten to know a number of the owners as well. Dean didn’t quite buy the theory that dogs and their owners started to resemble each other, but he couldn’t deny the perfect pairing of Garth with his tall, skinny whippet or Mildred, whose old poodle mix shared her grey curls and slow, stiff gait.

Then there was Cas.

He was tall and broad-shouldered with strong runner’s legs. He had wild dark hair that looked like he’d walked through a windstorm no matter the weather, and his eyes were an almost unearthly blue. Dean could see him with a husky maybe, or a chocolate lab that could run alongside him, its tongue hanging out as it easily kept pace.

Whatever Dean expected, it wasn’t a small and sturdy pug. The first time he’d shown up, Dean knelt down to greet the pup, and he’d asked--like he always did--the dog’s name. He made a point of trying to remember them because that was just good customer service.

Dean let the dog sniff his hand before running his palm over her short, smooth coat. Excited by the attention, the dog’s eyes bulged and it snorted through its pushed-in nose. Dean felt his own eyes widen in response and he used the opportunity to glance back up at the handsome owner. “What’s your dog’s name?”

The man took a moment to answer as he was busy gazing fondly at the snorting creature. “Zeus.”

Dean looked back at the dog who couldn’t weigh more than about twelve pounds, and laughed. “That’s hilarious.”

The man looked apologetic. “I didn’t name her.”

“No?” Dean tried not to think about the fact that he probably had an equally gorgeous girlfriend who’d bestowed the name.

“I acquired her from a rather unscrupulous breeder. It seemed wrong to change her name when everything else had been taken from her.” His brow furrowed in such a sorrowful way that suddenly a pug seemed like his perfect companion.

Dean got back to his feet. “Oh, wow. That’s great. That you rescued her, I mean.”

“Thank you,” he said with a sincerity that had Dean biting back a smile.

“Welcome to Pups and Cups.” Dean held out his hand. “I’m Dean.”

“Cas.” 

Dean liked a lot of things about Cas. Like the way he kept close to Zeus in the park. Plenty of owners unclipped their dogs from the leash and settled down on a bench, but Cas moved slowly around the park with her, like he was worried the bigger dogs might get a little too rough. He liked the way Cas seemed oblivious to exactly good-looking he was, either missing out on (or not interested in) the way both men and women tried to strike up conversations with him. He liked that Cas had an earnestness about him that was oddly endearing, an almost shy formality that made each smile Dean got out of him extremely gratifying. It generally involved greeting Zeus, so Dean made a habit of addressing her and pretending to take her order before getting his. Maybe it was the predictability of the interaction, but Cas seemed to genuinely enjoy the joke. He’d give Dean that full-on smile, the real one where his eyes crinkled.

“Ask him out,” Charlie told him after he’d gone through this routine one day.

“I dunno.”

“Dean. You spent the last forty-five minutes with one eye on the door waiting for him to show up.”

“Keeping an eye out for new customers is an important part of the job.”

“You elbowed me out of the way to take his order.”

“I did not,” he insisted as she sadly rubbed her upper arm. “Wait, did I really?”

“Of course you didn’t.” She grinned, validated. “But clearly you didn’t consider it out of the realm of possibility. Oh hey, here he comes again.”

“Shut up,” he hissed at her as Cas made his way back into the coffee shop. “What’s up, Cas? Does Zeus need extra whip?” He ignored the soft groan Charlie made.

“Actually, Dean, I just wanted to let someone know that the poop bag dispenser is empty.”

“I’m on it. Thanks for letting me know.” Cas’s cheeks were pink from the cold December day. So were the tips of his ears. Something about it made his eyes look extra blue. Dean didn’t realize they were still standing and staring until he felt something whap him in the arm.

“Here you go, buddy. Why don’t you go take care of that right now?” Charlie gave him a faux innocent look and Dean looked down to find the package of refills in his hands. “I’ll watch the front.”

Charlie was the best friend Dean had ever had, and she was practically bouncing on her toes when he came back inside. “Well? Did you ask him?”

Dean shook his head. “Charlie, I’m the guy who makes him coffee and replaces the poop bags. I’m not a guy he’s looking to go out with.”

“Dean--” Charlie began, a soft look on her face that was worse than if she’d yelled at him.

“It’s fine.” He was saved from any further discussion when a group of people and dogs came in through the door.

***

As December progressed, Charlie continued encouraging him to ask Cas out and Dean continued to refuse. He was fine for dumb jokes and he knew he made a damn good latte, but Cas had a real job doing...something important. From time to time Dean overheard him take a work call on his cell phone and it was all I’ll get you the files and Let me run the numbers and other fancy shit that reminded Dean that Cas was out of his league.

It was all good. Dean could continue to look forward to the few moments when Cas had those blue eyes focused on him, he could take satisfaction in making him smile and presenting him with a hot drink on a cold day. He didn’t need more.

One afternoon, he was crouched down in front of the counter giving a handsome Shepherd mix named Otto his puppacino. Otto’s overly large dark ears perked up when Zeus bounded over to say hello. It was well past the time Cas usually showed, so Dean had assumed he wasn’t coming, but from the looks of her, today was clearly a special occasion. She was dressed in a red and green Christmas sweater, adorned with a dog wearing sparkly green slippers and a candy-striped elf hat.

“Well, look at you!” Dean said, as she pushed her snout into his waiting hand. He got to his feet, laughing in delight when he realized Cas was wearing a matching sweater. “You guys been to an ugly sweater party or what?”

The familiar smile didn’t cross Cas’s face. If anything he looked more serious, his head tipping to the side. “Why do you ask?”

“Uh,” Dean said, praying for the floor to open beneath him. Or for the espresso maker to explode and vaporize him where he stood. Anything.

“Oh,” Cas said, as if it suddenly all made sense, and Dean thought maybe he’d be able to breathe again. He pointed to his sweater. “Maybe you didn’t realize that this is a pug.”

Dean looked more closely. It was indeed a pug. A pug, wearing an elf hat adorned with sparkly pom poms perched on a shiny red and green striped present. If that weren’t gaudy enough, green and red satin bows were scattered across the sweater.

Cas smoothed his hand over his chest in a most distracting way. “It’s even a girl! See?”

“A tutu,” Dean said, not sure if he was going to laugh or cry. “She’s...wearing a tutu.” And she was indeed, made of bright red netting.

“It’s our first Christmas together.” His eyes were shining.

Charlie, who had apparently witnessed this entire debacle, came to his rescue. “Dean, could you please. Get that thing. From the back.”

Gratefully Dean nodded. “Yeah. Sure.” In the back he stood with his forehead against the cold stainless steel of the refrigerator, trying to let it soothe the embarrassment that heated his face.

A few minutes later, Charlie poked her head through the door. “The coast is clear.”

Dean thumped his head once against the fridge before straightening up. Charlie watched him, concern in her eyes as he came back out. “What do I do?”

“I...don’t think he’s upset?” Charlie glanced out the window to where Cas was doing his normal route following Zeus around the park.

“Yeah, but he thought I was making fun of him.”

“That’s because you were.”

“What was I supposed to think?” The embarrassment was making him defensive, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. “Who would wear a sweater like that sincerely?” Dean scrubbed a hand over his face. “I fucked this up.”

“I have an idea,” Charlie said.

***

The next day she arrived with a large shopping bag. They were still thirty minutes from opening and she pulled him into the back.

“Are you sure this is going to work?”

She nodded decisively. “I’m absolutely positive that it won’t make things worse.”

“That’s not exactly...reassuring.”

“Look, Dean. If you don’t want him to think you were making fun of him, then you have to put your money where your mouth is.” She reached into the bag. “Speaking of, you owe me $24.99.”

“He won’t be in until this afternoon. Can’t I put it on then?”

“No way. For this to work, you need to wear it unironically all day.”

Dean pulled off his outer layer and took a deep breath before pulling the sweater over his head. ”Not a word.”

In a flash, Charlie had her phone out to snap a picture. “You’re a hero.” She moved closer to show him. The bright red sweater was dominated by a large Christmas tree made from those sequins that changed color when flipped over. Next to the Christmas tree was a pug wearing a Christmas sweater of its own. In large letters under the tree it said BAH HUM PUG.

Dean took in a long, slow breath through his nose.

“He’s gonna love it,” Charlie said, using two fingers to flip the sequins.

He pushed her hand away. “Consent is a thing. I gotta get to work.”

All morning long Dean dealt with amused looks and a variety of snarky comments.

“You lose a bet?” he muttered as sarcastically as possible with his back turned to the counter after hearing it for the umpteenth time. The more people gave him shit--little joking comments that shouldn’t have meant anything but that built up over time until he was ready to substitute decaf in all their fucking high maintenance orders--the more defensive he got, going from shrugging apologetically and trying to laugh along, to glaring, his chest puffed out like a soldier. Why the fuck shouldn’t he be able to wear whatever he wanted without people making disparaging comments? It was an object lesson in...what did Sam call them? Microaggressions. He was making a mental note to text his brother and let him know he finally understood when Cas and Zeus came in.

Now the shyness that he’d started his shift with washed over him again. What if Cas didn’t notice, or what if he thought Dean was making fun of him. Again. He heard Charlie murmur “Here we go,” as she moved into place to take over the customer ahead of Cas.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas said. “Did you get a new sweater?”

“Heya, Cas. I did.” Dean knew this was the whole point, but he felt self-conscious and couldn’t seem to keep from rushing to take his order. “You want your usual?”

But Cas was still staring at his chest and a small smile had crossed his face. As Dean watched, he disappeared out of view, popping up a moment later with Zeus in his arms. “Look, baby,” he practically cooed in his rough, deep voice. “It’s a pug just like you.”

Dean stood a little taller, tugging at the front of his sweater like it would help her see better.

“May I?” Cas asked, nodding toward Dean.

“Uh, sure?” Dean wasn’t quite sure what he was agreeing to, but cradling the dog in one arm, Cas reached out and smoothed a hand over the sequins on his chest. Dean’s mouth went suddenly dry. Cas’s hand was a firm presence, warm even through the sweater. He stroked up and down, evidently delighted. Zeus snorted and pressed her nose under Cas’s chin.

It was now or never.

“Would you like to go out some time?” It came out in a rush, Dean almost breathless with nerves and Cas’s palm on his chest.

Cas went still but he didn’t drop his hand. His blue eyes widened in surprise. “I would love to.”

“Cool,” Dean said. “Cool. Ok. We’ll do that.” They stood and smiled at each other until the customer behind Cas cleared his throat. “Let me get your coffee.” This time Dean carefully wrote his number on the cup.

***

A few months later, Cas and Zeus showed up in matching red sweaters. Each one had a shiny satin pink heart with an applique of a pug in the center. In big letters were the words Pugs and Kisses. “It’s our first Valentine’s Day together,” he explained to Charlie, after giving Dean a quick kiss.

Dean was already wearing his.

[gray-is-neutral]

Supernatural

a fan fiction pt.7

I have a habit of following a pattern, but I want this to be from Castiel’s perspective and then Dean’s. :) hope y’all liked it

Cas’ pov

Dean was gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He looked like he could throw up, but he was still so beautiful. It was really quiet. He seemed very tense.

“So you’re friend is getting married?” I asked. “Yeah,” Dean said, his voice horse. “Are you going to attend the wedding?” I asked him. “I was invited,” he said. He handed me his invitation. “It says you have a plus one-“ I said. “Is Sam going with you?” I asked.

His chest rose and fell like he was trying to calm himself down, and I guessed that the heaters are what was making his cheeks and ears turn that adorable shade of red.

“No,” he said. “I was going to see if maybe you wanted to tag along? You might have fun?” Dean said. He licked his perfectly pink lips and stared out at the road. I studied every inch of him. Still beautiful as the day I met him. Even in Hell when he was torn and broken, he was beautiful. Every piece of him was perfect. I loved every bit of him.

It was a minute before I realized I was staring. We locked eyes. “Uhh something you wanna say Cas?” he said. My heart gave a little flip flop. “No, I just-“ I said. “Was concerned. I think you may have a fever,” I said. “What? No Cas-“ he said. I felt his four head and cheeks. “You are warm Dean. Are you sure you’re not sick?” I said.

He turned an even darker shade of red. “About the wedding, you don’t have to go-“ Dean said, defending his dignity, but why? Why would he do that? Why would he invite me to go to this wedding with him?

“It’s sounds like an enjoyable experience,” I said. “Good,” he smiled. “Hey can you see if Sam texted me?” Dean said. “Yes,” I said, taking his phone, I looked for Sam’s contact, but I only found a text from Jordan. “No but Jordan texted you,” I said. “What did she say?” he asked.

“Hey lover boy, don’t forget not to be a pussy. Take dat ass and claim it. My sisters called they need some help with a lovers point ghost. Sammy boy and I are going to help t.t.y.l,” I said, looking at him.

“I think she plans to sleep with Sam,” I said. “Maybe,” Dean said. “Would that not be odd?” I asked, feeling heat rise from my chest to my head. “Why do you say that?” he asked, reluctantly. “Because didn’t you two- you and Jordan, didn’t you two-“ He stopped suddenly. “Woah you thought I slept with her? Dude I have been trying to get her and Sam together!” he said. “Why would you think-“

I blushed a very deep red color. “I’m sorry!” I said. “No, no I’m sorry I disappeared the night we brought you back to get slobbering drunk with my doctor,” he said. He pulled over and turned off the car. “Look man,” he began. “You deserve an explanation for that,” he said. “It’s just, that night-with Jordan, I was going trying to work something out. I left you, that isn’t okay,” he said.

“You did leave, but I know you had your reasons,” I said. “You don’t need to justify yourself to me or anyone else,” I said. He smiled and sighed. “So did you get affected by the disease?” Dean asked me. “No why?” I asked. “Because Sam did.”

This is what Dean did. I love him, but he has serious emotional blockage. He was redirecting, but I let him. “Eileen doesn’t love him anymore?” I asked. “I dunno, but I think he’s kinda torn up about it,” he said. I decided to tell him about Jordan, she was his friend after all.

“She had roses in her lungs?” he said. “Ouch,” he said then smiled softly. “That must be the worst way to find out someone is not that into you,” he said. “Yeah,” I said.

“So, angels are after her?” Dean said. “An angel. I don’t know who,” I said. “Yeah, but why her? What does an angel want with her?” he asked me as he gave out an exaggerated yawn.

“Sam and Jordan aren’t going to the bunker. We can stop somewhere tonight,” I said. “No, I’m not that to-“ another yawn. “It’s either that or let me drive. Jack would kill me if I let you die from a car crash instead of old age,” I said. “Fine. I was hungry anyways,” he said. We pulled into a cheap motel. “You go ahead and check us in, and I’ll get some food. Want anything?” he said. “Alcohol,” I said. “Got it,” he said driving off.

I knew what I was doing when I told the person at the front desk one bed. It wasn’t like I sleep, but Dean does. So why get more than one bed? Why more than one room? More money for later, right? I booked the room and gave Dean the number. He came in later with two fast food bags and an assortment of alcohol.

“Hey,” he said as he looked to see that there was only one bed. “Uhh Cas? Did you get yourself a room?” he asked me. “I can stay with you,” I said. “Uhuh where are you going to-“ “Sleep?” I said. “Dean? We’ve been over this. I don’t sleep,” I said, giving him a half smile as I watched him blush. As I took out a beer I made a decision and said, “Dean?” “Yeah?” he said, trying to hide the red tint of his cheeks. “You’re blushing.”

That made him seven shades darker. “No I’m not,” he said. “Yes,” I said taking a sip. “You are.” “Fuck off Cas,” he said. I laughed and smiled at him until I could see him straining not to smile.

“So what are you going to do while I sleep?” Dean asked. “Watch over you,” I said as he downed his third beer while I was still on my first. “How did she get you so drunk?” I asked him. “What?”

“How did she manage to get you so drunk that you ended up in her clothes?” I asked. He gave a small smile. “I don’t really want to talk about it,” he said.

“You left me! At least tell me how she managed to get you so drunk,” I said. He sighed. “You gotta swear to not tell a soul, no you can’t tell anybody. Somethings don’t have souls,” he said. “Dean, I don’t exactly have friends who care about what you do,” I said.

“Alright so, I don’t know how, but she knew I was going through something. You know, emotions and shit. She has this self therapy trick she does. You take shots, you give them a toxic relationship, thought, or traight, then you drink it,” he said.

I looked at him. “How is that supposed to help?” I asked. “It does!” he said. “I swear! Come here,” he said, taking out a bottle of harder liquor. I guess he didn’t remember that it takes an entire liquor store to get me drunk, but I humored him.

“Okay, let’s name a toxic problem we both have,” Dean said. “Emotional constipation,” I said. He glared then shrugged and poured us both a shot. “Alright. This shot is emotional constipation, and we are going to drink it, deal with it, and then let it out of our systems,” he said and drank it. I drank mine, and it wasn’t really anything. This felt like an excuse to drink, but he was smiling. This was a secret between us. Me and him.

“Let’s not continue this therapy,” I said without thinking. “We don’t need you ending up in my pants before we go home.” He spit out his drink. “Cas, never say that again,” he said, cheeks aflame. “I am sorry, that isn’t what I meant,” I said, embarrassed myself.

“M-maybe I should go to bed?” he said. “Yeah we’ve got to get back on the road in the morning,” he said. “Dean! Wait!” I said. “What’s wrong Cas?” he asked me. “Why don’t we watch a movie?” he asked. “Man, it’s 3am?” he said.

“I know, but it’s the Princess Bride,” He sat up and looked at me. “The Princess Bride. You want me to stay up, and watch the Princess Bride with you?” he said. “If you don’t want to,” I said sadly. “I can watch it alone,” I said. “No,” he said. “I’ll watch it with you.”

This seemed to be our moments moments when we weren’t paying attention. We just acted naturally. No thinking stopping us. Just us.

He is beautiful. So perfect. When we started the movie, we were at opposite sides of the bed, and by the middle, we were less than two inches apart. “Dean I don’t understand. If the prince loves her then-“

He had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I didn’t have the heart to move. This was perfect. So sadly perfect. No Sam or Jack to make him nervous. No Jordan to tease him. No impala to remind him of his homophobic father. Just him and me. He may not love me, but I think he does. I am dense, but I have had time to think and I know he loves me too.

I laid us down, and he wrapped his arm around me. My heart beat fast, but slowly caned with Dean’s calm sleeping breaths. I pu my arms around him and I held him until we were ready to leave the next day.

...

Dean’s pov

I woke up to being held close by Cas. I could smell him. I could hear his heart beat from where I was laying on his chest. Before I thought, I snuggled closer, but then I remembered, “Good morning Dean.” Angels don’t sleep.

I tried to sit up, but he held me. “You can get up, if you want to,” he said. “But you don’t have to. I wanted to see what you were wanting to talk about?” he said.

I laid there for a minute cursing myself. “God Cas I’m a fucking kid all over again,” I said. “I’m sorry I haven’t been myself,” I said. “Don’t be, Dean. We have been through a lot and I need to let you know that no matter what you do, where you go, or who you love, the people that matter will love you,” he said.

My heart stopped. Cas knew. I looked at him, he wasn’t smiling, but just looking me in the eye. “Cas, you knew?” “Know what Dean?” “That I’m- bisexual?” I said. I had said those words more than once before, and my dad almost killed me. But he’s gone now, and good riddens. “I know you Dean. I hear your prayer to me, even when you’re not aware your praying.”

“I have seen you at your worst and at your best. And I still love you,” he said. The world stopped and I waited for the Empty to come, but it didn’t and it never would again. “I love you too Cas,” I said. “I love you. I love you. I love you. God I love you Cas. I’m sorry I didn’t say so before. I thought if I didn’t, you would have stayed. I missed you and I’m lost without you,” I said.

“Swear you’ll never do that again,” I said to Cas. “Swear you’ll never leave me again.” “I swear before all of Heaven, Earth, and Hell. I swear before the Empty Dean, you’ll never have to worry about me leaving ever again.” In a second of every that I could have ever wanted, our lips met. It was like fireworks at a Led Zeppelin concert. It was like pie and a good movie. It was like a limited edition DC comic. It was everything, and I was finally able to enjoy it. This moment only belonged to us. No one could take it away.

And as we went home, I held his hand in mine. We planned our first date.

[blessyourhondahurley]

October 15 - Not So Scary

"Okay, so, wait a minute, where are you going tonight?" His kid brother's brow was furrowed in confusion, and Dean sighed, impatient to be out the door.

"I already told you, Sammy. Cas invited me to some haunted house-type deal," he said with a shrug.

"A haunted house? Really? That doesn't sound like Cas's kind of thing. Like, at all."

"Whatever. Guess he's just gotten swept up in the spirit of the season." Dean wiggled his eyebrows. "Heh. Get it? Spirit?"

The younger boy rolled his eyes, hard. "Hilarious," he deadpanned.

"Yeah, that's right, little bro. I am hilarious. And I am a legend at Halloween haunted houses. Cas will see what a goddamn badass I am at this thing tonight and he is gonna be totally impressed. He'll be all scared and shaking, and I'll be his big strong protector. Maybe some dude with a chainsaw and a hockey mask'll come at us in the dark and Cas'll jump right into my arms. I'll walk him home with my arm all tight around him to keep him safe from the creepy noises in the night. He'll be so grateful and smitten, maybe I'll even get a goodnight kiss... Mmm." He licked his lips, immersed in the fantasy. "After tonight, Sammy, I bet we'll be going steady."

“Dream on, jerk. Cas has better taste than that.”

“If I get a taste of him tonight, bitch, I'll let you know.”

~~~~~

“So, did you enjoy the evening?” Cas asked as Dean walked him home that night.

“Yeah, Cas, I did. It wasn't anything like what I was expecting, but I had a really great time.” They were taking their time to get where they were going, ambling along the path that looped around the park. The weather was still mild for October. The moon was full, the night was soft, and Cas's hand was big and warm in his.

“Why? What were you expecting?” Cas asked, his head tilting to the side in that adorable way that always made Dean's stomach swoop.

“I dunno, jump scares? Blood? Snakes an' skeletons an' monsters an' stuff?”

“You expected all that at 'A Very Victorian Hallow's Eve'?” Cas cocked an eyebrow at him skeptically, quirking his fingers into air quotes.

Dean rubbed his neck, embarrassed to reply. “Yeah, I... I didn't completely register that part when you invited me to go with you. I was so pumped you were asking me out, I didn't pay much attention to the details.”

Cas nudged their shoulders together and grinned. “Well, I'm flattered you find me so distracting. And I'm glad you said yes. I was surprised you did, actually. I wasn't sure you'd be interested. Tell the truth, you weren't too bored?”

“Nah, man, it was fun. That big old house was cool, and I liked all the fancy costumes the people were wearing.”

“And you liked the scones,” Cas reminded him with smirk.

“Yeah, okay, I really liked the scones.” Dean laughed. Their shoulders bumped again, and he decided to take a chance. He steered them to a nearby bench and tugged Cas to sit next to him. Then he dropped Cas's hand and wrapped an arm around his back instead, drawing Cas up close against his side.

Cas laid his head on Dean's shoulder for moment, then he turned his face up towards the moon. Dean watched him in profile, and felt his heart squeeze at how handsome he was.

“What about you?” Dean asked. “Did you have a good time?”

“Yes, I did. I learned a lot, and the scones were very tasty.”

“What was your favorite part? The tarot reading? The ghost story?”

Cas smiled at him, and his eyes sparkled. “This,” he murmured. “This is my favorite part.”

Dean licked his lips. “Me too, Cas.”

There in the moonlight, Dean got his kiss. And by the end of the night, they were going steady.