a compilation of my drunk!Jared stories from Saturday (requested by jamie)
- The way he made it known he was even there was by pushing me out of the way and telling me to stop hogging all the hugs, after which he pressed his cheek against Rob’s in this weird tall/short person embrace
- He screamed and cheered the loudest from the back of the room after each Louden Swain song was over
- He rubbed his ass all over the photo booth when it took a long time to print the pictures
- HE KEPT PHOTOBOMBING EVERYONE WITH A FACE LIKE THIS
- At one point he ballroom-dipped a guy (who knows if he even knew him) and then just started giggling. Like really hard and loud and obnoxious
- Poor Clif told me he hadn’t stopped drinking since he’d gotten there, and that he’d run away from him TWICE
In se9 I want there to be a short period of time where Sam is really ill after quitting the trials half way through and they leave him weak and frail. And I want Cas to be going through a similar period of frailty so he and Sam are frequently stuck in the bunker together on strict orders to ‘relax and get better’. And one day Sam is stuck in bed and Cas brings him some water and sits down next to Sam and they have a life affirming conversation whilst also tackling what happened between them over the last couple of seasons (◡‿◡✿)
i hope louise doesn’t mind that i saw her idea and couldn’t help the sassy feelings ;u;
just imagine sam working at a no-kill animal shelter and (human) castiel regretfully bringing a dog to the shelter one day, saying that his family is already too big, too many brothers and sisters, and they just can’t take care of the dog properly, and cas would take it in but his landlord doesn’t allow pets
and maybe sam ends up getting along amazingly with castiel’s dog, and takes special care of it as much as he’s able
sam and cas strike up a friendship
and then an almost-more-than-friendship
cas marveling at sam’s comfort with animals, how easy it is for sam to make friends with them, and how much they all seem to naturally like him—because cas tries, he really does, but animals just don’t seem to react to him the same way they do to sam
cas marveling at sam in general
sam working at the shelter in casual comfortable clothes and pulling his hair back in a ponytail, and cas not being able to stop staring at the strip of tan skin at the nape of sam’s neck just above his collar, at sam’s dimples when he smiles, at the way sam’s eyes soften and crinkle up when he looks at a puppy or a kitten; cas not being able to ignore the way he gets butterflies every time sam laughs while on the phone with his brother, the phone itself tucked between sam’s cheek and shoulder, sam leaning on the counter, a few strands of his hair falling in his face
but sam is oblivious to all of this. of course he’s noticed cas too—it’s hard not to, really, and it’s hard not to find his sharp, sometimes unusual wit endearing, and it’s hard not to get used to his presence at the shelter, or to miss him when he’s not there. sam just can’t imagine that cas could possibly like him as anything more than a friend, the way sam is beginning to like cas
and then dean comes to visit sam one day, and he sees the way cas watches sam, and he nudges sam and says, “hey, man, i think he likes you,” in the kind of tone that means he’s going to make fun of sam mercilessly as soon as they get home, if not right there with cas three feet away
AND THAT IS THE START OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* \(◕‿◕✿)/ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Sam doesn’t know when he started doing it, exactly. When he started to tilt his nose just right into the crook between Dean’s shoulder and neck, smelling his sweat and his cologne, the pure earthy musk that his big brother emanates.
It’s comfortable, it’s relaxing. It takes him down from the highest cliff yet raises him up like he’s inside a hot air balloon. For a brief moment, with his brother’s arms around him, and his around Dean, he can see nothing else. He can smell nothing else.
There is nothing else, nobody else. Nobody but Dean.
