I’m just gonna say that when Viktor said “Don’t get the wrong idea” my heart sank. In that instant, I was like, no way, right? then he confirmed their engagement I actually cried and fukn screamed (throat still hurts a bit) like I thought for a moment that we actually just got fucked over;;
“No,” Cas says stubbornly and muffled, looking down at the ground. Dean scoffs next to him.
Dean raises an eyebrow at Cas who shoots him a little smirk.
“Dean, I’m fine. It’s fine,” Cas insists.
“Cas, babe, it’s snowing,” Dean says, gesturing around him as though Cas can’t see. Cas rolls his eyes.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Cas protests.
“You’re shivering, c’mon, you’re freezing,” Dean reasons. Cas looks over at him and Dean tries to keep a straight face. “You’re gonna freeze to death and I’m gonna have to take care of a court case because of it. I’ll be on trial charges, Cas, it’s gonna be a nightmare,” Dean jokes, failing to keep a straight face. Cas rolls his eyes but he has a little smile on his face.
“If I let you will you shut up?” Cas inquires.
“Most definitely,” Dean says with a nod. Cas looks over at him and Dean raises an eyebrow. Cas sighs and takes off his backpack. Dean smiles, pulling off his letterman.
“Now, you’re gonna freeze,” Cas points out, setting his bag down on the cold sidewalk for a moment.
“I am not going to freeze because seeing you warm will warm me,” Dean tells Cas as he sets his letterman that’s just a bit big on Cas over Cas’ shoulders. Cas sighs in contentment at the warmth, shifting it on his shoulders.
“You’re so cheesy,” Cas mumbles, going to pick up his backpack. Dean’s hand gets in the way, however.
“Nuh uh, I’m carrying that for you.”
Cas looks over at Dean who smiles.
“It’s what any decent and loving boyfriend would do,” Dean explains. Dean can’t tell if Cas is red from the cold or if he’s blushing but he suspects it’s a bit of both. Cas can’t help the fondness that creeps up inside of him as he looks away from Dean, trying to hide a smile.
“Yeah, okay,” he says, letting Dean pick up his backpack. Cas grasps the edges of Dean’s letterman, pulling it a little tighter around him as he looks back over at Dean. Dean smiles and leans over to kiss Cas’ cheek. Dean’s nose is cold and it makes Cas shiver but Cas really doesn’t mind. Dean pulls away but Cas stops him. “Hey,” he says, quirking a little grin over at Dean whose cheeks are also pink from the cold or Cas, either one. “I’m not done with you,” Cas teases, and Dean smiles a little wider as Cas leans in to give Dean a kiss, a real kiss on the lips that lasts for many seconds and makes both of them feel very very warm despite the falling snow.
Cas pulls away and rests his head on Dean’s shoulder.
me and @poppypomfrey were talking and hc that lily like. REFUSES to call sirius by his last name no matter how casual she’s tryin to be bc one time she saw him flinch when avery said ‘hey, black!’ and so now she calls him by literally any other colour
“eat shit cyan’
“Maroon I got your test mark’
“Cornsilk here use my hair-tie’
“Aquamarine stop fucking DRAWING on my CHARMS NOTES” “that’s nice periwinkle’
“LISTEN UP HOT PINK’
“crimson omg do you remember last night when melanie griffiths called you a shit-eating asshole because i do and it was excellent’
‘turquoise pass me a bagel’‘’tan i literally bet you ten gaellons that gramophone isnt spelt ‘grammar phone’ you absolute arse’
“oi orange! tell potter to met me by the fourth floor staircase!”“violet hold my beer i KNOW i can flip of this table”