make sure you don’t think about dancer!cas smoking a cigarette, standing outside ballet studio where he practices, dressed in tight, black leggings and a loose-fitting, white tee. 

and really make sure you don’t think about dean leaning over him with his arm planted above cas’ head, shamelessly flirting with him.

Major Spoilers

A summary of Twist and Shout, in gifs.

At first they were like

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And Dean was like

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and Cas was like

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And they were like

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But then Dean was like

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And Cas was like

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And Dean was in 'Nam like

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And came back like

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And Cas was like

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but then was like

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And Dean was like

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Then Cas was like

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And was like

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Until he was like

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And Dean was like

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And they were like

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Until Cas was like

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And Dean was like

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The end

but seriously though can there just be an episode where the trickster comes back and the only reason Sam and Dean figure it out is because Sam’s hair is magically gone (of course he blames Dean) and Dean’s impala gets turned into a hot pink Nissan Leaf, which is a wimpy electric car, and Cas’ voice keeps going higher in pitch when he talks like he’s sucking helium out of a balloon cause all those things would send Gabriel into a coma from laughing so hard.

sheriffswan said:

Lizzzzzz, my sweet sweet Liz, can we have some necklace pulling smut?? hahaha i love you precious angel <3

A/N: Christ woman! I have a Bella Notte update to finish, you know! (I am weak, have some Friday smut, hope it brightens your day!)

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His hands — hands, both of them — are everywhere, sliding beneath the hem of her shirt to caress bare skin, stroking up her sides so his palms graze the outside of her breasts, moving around her back to tug her closer until no space exists between them and the charms on his necklace dig into her skin over her clothes, fingers tangling in the ends of her hair and tugging so her head tips further back and he can change the angle of their kiss as his tongue dips into her mouth.

It’s still new, how it feels to have him touch her with both hands, but she’s far from complaining — nothing’s actually changed, the passion and the need and the perfect way they simply just fit is still there, everything is just a little more now, a little more amplified and overwhelming and that’s perfectly okay with her. She groans, arms linking behind his neck as her skin hums with need and heat begins to unfurl low in her belly. God, perfectly okay.

She feels him start to walk her backwards and suddenly the wall is there at her back, supporting her weakened knees and helping her stay upright. He doesn’t devour but instead savors — tongue coaxing and gentle as he steals the very breath from her. One of her hands cards through his hair at the nape of his neck, the other grazing along the chain of his necklace until she can rest it over his heart and feel the steady beats beneath her palm.

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