tunnel vision

dedicated to iva, belatedly for her birthday <3

Cas finally goes clothes shopping. Dean is unprepared for the results. (written with no small amount of visual inspiration taken from here!)

[on ao3]

Considering that for most of their acquaintance Dean had known Cas in only one outfit, and only because it kinda came with the whole vessel package, he had a strange amount of preconceived notions about what kind of clothes Cas would actually wear were he ever to put thought into dressing himself.

>remember it’s friend’s birthday >scramble to think of a quick ‘n dirty gift >write deancas fluff sob. I LOVE YOU IVA, happy birthday! sorry this is short and terrible (and gomen for making you put up with me even tho all i post is basketballs now)

Dean’s never been a morning person, necessarily, but it’s never been all that hard to get out of bed.

dean and cas vulcan kissing all the time and sometimes dean ends up puling cas by the fingers and giving him a human kiss ;u;

The Wondersmith and His Sons

Astronautalis

Astronautalis // The Wondersmith And His Sons

A smile safe-crackers understand,
Is rendering this steady hand,
Obsolete.
The charm and confidence of men,
Can jam the bullets in your gun,
And stop heartbeats.

How have i not been listening to this album sooner?