In your head, in your head (zombie)
Yeah? I guess you’ll be walking home since dead people can’t drive.
…They can drive sometimes.
dollophale: Stiles sees Derek eating curly fries & just jumps on him & steals his fries and goes like YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF since everyone knows Stiles likes his fries curly.
jadefyre: Stiles and Scott prank Derek while he’s sleeping.
Just realised I misunderstood the first request! Thought it was Derek stealing Stiles’ fries oh dear
Cas was splayed out in front of Dean, his arms stretched out above him, his hands firmly gripping the headboard. It wasn’t often that Dean managed to get Castiel under him, fully submissive and listening to Dean’s every command, and Dean was going to take full advantage of it.
He took his time. Going over Cas’ body with light, teasing touches of his finger tips, his lips, his tongue. Worshiping the angel.
Cas’ angel mojo was slowly draining away, and Cas hated it. The loathed the fact that his connection to his brothers and sisters was weakening, that his wings were growing frail and weak, that he could no longer fight or fly. But, what he hated the most, was the fact that he could no longer heal. Before, when he fought along side his brothers and sisters in his garrison, carrying out God’s work, it wasn’t something he thought about often. There weren’t many ways to harm an angel, and the more fatal ways were impervious to his power. Now, with the Winchesters—fragile and human, like they were—he found his ability to heal so much more important. And it was gone.
Calthazar, pillows, and pancakes. Fluff. :')
Castiel was brought out of his deep sleep by the feeling of something soft, but fairly dense hitting his face. ”Wake up Cassie!” Balthazar’s sing-song voice filtered through the room, making at Castiel groan at his innately cheerful lover.