Prompt: Zip Me (got this one from a few people, so I did this one next! Not sure if it’s what you were looking for… >_<)
Dean closed the door quietly, just in case Cas had waited up for them. The trio took turns staying behind in the bunker, just so someone was always present if another hunter called in with a question only the Men of Letters library could answer.
Sam gave him a tired smile, a nod, and headed off in the direction of his room. The hunt had been a routine salt and burn, but the ghost had gotten the drop on Sam and flung him into a nearby tree after they dug her up. Sam’s ribs were bruised, but thankfully nothing had broken. They didn’t have angel healing on tap anymore.
Not that Dean would trade this for the world.
As he had suspected, Cas had tried waiting up for them. The former angel was curled up on the couch in his secondhand jeans and a Tshirt, fast asleep. Dean smiled softly and set his duffel bag down. He could retrieve it in the morning.
“Come on, you big baby,” he whispered, careful not to wake Cas up as he slid an arm under his shoulders and his knees and lifted him up. Cas stirred but didn’t wake, leaning into Dean’s warmth with a contented sound.
Dean hummed quietly as he carried Cas down the hall to their room. The door was ajar, so all he had to do was nudge it with his foot until he could slip inside and kick it gently shut behind them. He hardly wanted the slam to wake Cas.
Dean set Cas down on his side of the bed. The former angel still didn’t wake, so Dean set about getting him changed into proper sleeping attire. Sleeping in jeans, while practical when on a hunt, wasn’t particularly comfortable.
Dena grabbed Cas’s favorite pajamas from where Cas had left them on the floor. They were black and gray plaid flannel, soft from years of use; they had been Dean’s first, and it always gave him a little possessive thrill when he saw Cas in them.
He tugged off Cas’s socks and then at the button on his jeans. Cas, more asleep than awake, lifted his hips when Dean pressed on the small of his back and allowed Dean to pull off the denim and replace it with flannel.
Dean eyed the Tshirt, then figured it could stay. He shucked his own outer layers and his jeans and crawled into bed next to Cas. Cas instantly invaded his space, at long last blinking into some state of awareness when his arms were wrapped around Dean and one of his legs had insinuated itself between Dean’s thighs.
“Dean?” he said, voice thick with sleep. Dean chuckled at the sight of half-lidded blue eyes looking up at him.
“Yeah,” he said quietly, wanting to let Cas fall back asleep rather than draw him into a conversation. That could wait for the morning.
Cas let his eyes fall shut again and he leaned in to press his mouth against Dean’s. It wasn’t quite a kiss, but close.
“‘elcome home,” Cas murmured, nuzzling his face into Dean’s neck and already drifting off again.
Dean kissed Cas’s forehead and shut his eyes.
“I’m back,” he whispered, then followed his angel into sleep.
Medic's constant exposure to the Medigun has left him with a thriving colony of nanobots in his liver. They heal his minor wounds, aid his digestion, and render him immune to most poisons--but they also make it impossible for him to get drunk.
Poor Medic. :’c
I can’t imagine never being able to get drunk.
Whenever Dean feels really down, Cas drops everything to go spoon him with his wings out.
Dean was lying on the bed he shared with Cas, but at the sound, he turned his gaze from the ceiling to the door. He tried to smile, but it came out rather thin.
“Hey, Cas,” he said. Cas frowned, concerned.
“Are you all right?” he asked, stepping closer to their bed. Dean shrugged.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… today is Ben’s birthday.”
Cas’s expression flicked instantly from curiosity to recognition. Though Dean had had Lisa and Ben’s memories erased to protect them, he still sometimes thought of Ben as his own son. It was one of Castiel’s biggest regrets that he couldn’t give Dean children of his own, no matter that Dean swore he’d be happy to adopt.
Without another word, Cas shed his trench coat and climbed into bed beside Dean. There was a soft flutter of sound and then his wings were out, black and glorious and big as a man.
Dean rolled onto his side and scooted closer to Cas, allowing the angel to enfold him in his wings. Once he was wrapped head to toe in black feathers, he sighed and relaxed.
“Thanks, Cas.” He kissed the curve of Castiel’s jaw. “Love you.”
subbyp replied to your post: where is everybody tonight my dash is crazy dead
Earlier I had a dream that Justin Beiber sang “You Were the Best” in concert and didn’t give you credit or royalties, so I got up and called him an art thief and everybody got crazy mad at me, including you…
THAT IS HILARIOUS
and I would never get mad at you for that Beiber should NOT get away for stealing my songs
wait where are you from and how old are you
I’m 23 and I’m from the Los Angeles Unified School District (not specifying which school sorry |D)
I recommend “Losing My Mind.” I don’t remember what musical it’s from, but it’s Sondheim, and it gives me copious Season 7 feelings.
IT’S FROM FOLLIES
AND Y E S
THE SUN COMES UP I THINK ABOUT YOU
THE COFFEE CUP I THINK ABOUT YOU
Dammit, you’re gonna make me draw this.
I’M SO SERIOUS
subbyp replied to your post: ☄?
What is weird? I need odd fandom stories!
i dont knooowww like sometimes theres fic and its just so sappy and fluffy and im like DID YOU FORGET YEARS OF HORRIFIC TRAUMA come onnnnn
mostly i just get really annoyed when people interpret snake as anything but a huge trainwreck like come on
subbyp replied to your post: ive started like bouncing/shaking my feet to stim…
I do the exact same thing for the same reason. And I know what MGS is. STIMFRIENDS
happy stims!!!!!!!!!!! happy
obv you know what mgs is god
we r frien s
subbyp replied to your post: subbyp replied to your post: ☄? What is weird? I…
I have to say that I have a really soft spot for fluffy fluff with this ship—like they spend their off days under blankets watching Blade Runner and Snake calls Hal “skinny”—but at the same time there’s this consciousness of what’s happened to them
YEAH like wow i love cute anecdotes of them sitting around doing nothing and hanging out in their underwear and watching bad action movies and critiquing all of the characters’ technique like i love that shit
but idk like sometimes i’m reading things and i’m like wait but this sex is going so smoothly did you just forget that hal has had some pretty severe sexual trauma or are you ignoring that
or like theyre living together and snake’s not checking the windows every night and locking the door over and over and they’re not making ridiculous escape route plans constantly and switching the routes they take to the grocery store all the time
subbyp replied to your post: subbyp replied to your post: ☄? What is weird? I…
(cont.) like Dave having to ask permission for every time he touches Hal or Hal looking askance at every new year because the years that he’ll have with Dave can be counted on one set of hands… But I still like fluff…
ex fucking actly
Sorry to spam your askbox, but the link in that fanfic rec post goes to something completely different than what you seem to have intended.
LMFAO there was a part of me that was like “oh no did I link them to porn? I linked them to porn, didn’t I?” aaaand I did.
I’d fix the link but LJ doesn’t have a search bar so it’s really obnoxious so I’ll repost it if I ever find it. In the mean time, I’ll post another recommended fic from the queue.
A million gomen I hope you grandparents weren’t in the room.
PS: it’s completely okay if you send us an ask with a legitimate problem!! In fact, I personally encourage it.
I don't give out my real name on the internet, but my favorite color is yellow, my favorite ship is Dean/Cas, my favorite ice cream flavor is peppermint, and although I don't personally own a cat, my parents own three.
hey that’s cool you don’t have to give out your name people if you don’t want too. wow yeah yellow’s a great colour! whoa look at that peppermint’s my favorite ice cream flavor too!!, I also really like dean cas ;0;