goingdown-swingin  asked:

HI HI!!!! So "Kiss the Baker" and "The Way To A Man's Heart is Through Chlamydia" and I didn't see a Baker!Cas tag... do you have any other fics where one of the boys is a Baker? Thanks for being rad ☺️

Dean Winchester loves his PIE! So ya know if Cas happened to be a baker, it can only result in good things. Check out our food tag, our shop au tag and the fics on this ask about chef/waiters. We added a few fics to this list where Cas or Dean is a Chef as well, because…reasons! Enjoy!

And some new recs:

Blood and Coffee series [T/NC-17, 15,700 word count] vampire!cas

(summary of first part) He stepped through the swinging door, brushing his hands on his apron, and taking the keys off the hook under the register. At first he didn’t see the man Kevin was talking about but then he appeared, melting out of the shadows of the early morning, and stepped up to the entrance. Dean gave him a quick once over and could immediately see why Kevin had been unnerved.
The guy was tall, not quite as tall as Dean but pretty close, with a slim build, messy dark hair and naturally tan skin. He was wearing a rumpled business suit (which Dean thought was odd since it was only six-thirty in the morning. Did the guy just not own an iron?) and a tan trench coat that seemed a little big on him, the sleeves falling almost to his fingertips. He had a handsome face, with sharp cheekbones, a defined jawline, and just the right amount of stubble. Honestly, Dean thought the guy was pretty hot except for one thing – he was a vampire.

Flan [T, 1,700 word count]

“The first time he pushes the door of the bakery, Dean messes up a whole batch of beignets.“ 
Dean falls for Castiel, who’s very much married, with a baby coming up. Except he’s not, really.

Hot Cross Buns [T, 4,000 word count]

Dean is a baker, Cas is cop. Cas wants Dean’s hot cross buns… or does he? 
(What the hell are summaries, don’t look at me.)

Never Trust a Skinny Baker’ Verse [T, 16,800 word count] deaf!cas

(summary of first part) Dean owns a bakery. Cas is a patron who can’t hear, and Dean happens to know sign language. This fic has all the tropes you know and love so get reading, fuckos.

For those interested, check out Kiss the Baker and The Way To A Man’s Heart is Through Chlamydia.

Midnight Marijuana (Destiel)

Summary: Dean returns back to the small, dark hotel after a long day of hunting to find Cas. Stoned. As Dean let’s him know what for, Cas gets a wave of confidence to make a move.

Pairing/genre: Destiel/smut

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Weed, blow job, gayness

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“First Times” Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2,261

Castiel x Reader, Dean x Reader (platonic)

Request: I was wondering if you could write a Castiel x reader smut where y/n and Dean smoke weed together and are having a great time and Castiel, y/n’s boyfriend, comes in and asks why she’s acting so strange and tells him she smoked weed and explains his father grew it. Castiel gets curious and asks to try some, and after a little while, it begins to make him horny, and smut ensues from there.

Warnings: Language, marijuana use, bad attempts at mild humor (lol), smut, unprotected sex

a/n: laughing because I’m writing this and I’ve literally never smoked weed once in my life

“Oh, it is good to be home.” You groan out, putting your purse by the front door as you enter the bunker.

“Talk about it.” Dean agreed. “We haven’t had a hunt run that long in years.”

You, Sam, Dean, and Castiel were all hunting a werewolf in New York. Cas was new to being a hunter, so you guys decided to let him get the werewolf.

“It’ll do him good.” Dean had said in New York. He was wrong, since Cas was knocked out cold and the werewolf got free. You love Cas, he’s your boyfriend and he’s amazing and you were worried about him, but that really just annoyed you. Not because he messed up. But because that meant you had to stay even longer, trying to track the werewolf down again, before Sam finally killed it. You hadn’t been at the bunker in almost a month, and you’re ready to sleep in your own bed again.

“I’m going to sleep, I’m exhausted.” Sam yawned, and retreated to him room.

“Hey, Y/N, you wanna-“ Dean started, but the look you gave him made him not finish his sentence. Cas was still in the room with you guys, and he didn’t know about your little “secret”.

Ever since you and Dean had found that bag of weed last year on a hunt, you two had been smoking together. At first, it was merely just a one-time thing. You two had found the bag, and figured “why not?” Neither of you had smoked it since you were teenagers. But once you two realized that, hey, it’s actually pretty great, you’d been smoking it more often together. It was yours and Dean’s secret. No one knew about it, not even Sam, because of course Sam would disapprove. But it was the only thing that actually made you and Dean relax, which god knows you need relaxation in your life. Being a hunter is the most stressful job in the world.

“Yeah.” You say quickly, glancing over to Cas, who seemingly wasn’t even paying attention. He was looking at his phone oddly, probably trying to figure out how to use it. He’s very new to all these human things, and if you’re truthful, it’s pretty adorable.

“Hey, Cas, we’re going to bed. We… have things to take care of. You good to stay out here? Or just go ahead and go to Y/N’s room if you’re tired.” Dean asked Cas, raising his eyebrows.

“You two are going to bed together?” Cas asked, hurt seeping in his facial expressions.

“Not like that, God no.” You rushed out. “You know I love you. Only you. Not Dean.” You walked over to Cas, pressing your lips up against his. He immediately relaxes, his body no longer tense. You pull away after a moment, hoping that settles his worries.

“Damn, Y/N, I’m not that repulsive.” Dean dramatically puts his hand over his heart. “What I meant to say is that we have some stuff to take care of. Nothing serious. Don’t worry, Cas, she loves you and I can promise she aint cheating on you.”

“Well, okay. I trust you two.” Cas says, and then walks down the hallway, disappearing into your room.

“Really, Dean? ‘We’re going to bed?’” You give Dean a glare once you see Cas shut the door, unamused. “You couldn’t have worded that any better?”

“If you just told him, we wouldn’t have to be so secretive about this whole thing, it’s not my fault!” Dean whisper-yelled. “Okay, okay, you’re right.”

“Yeah, I know.” You rolled your eyes. You follow Dean to his room, shutting the door behind you. Dean pulls out the bag from underneath his bed. Joints were already rolled up, thankfully, because you aren’t that great at rolling it yourself. Dean, though, had skills like none other.

“You got a lighter?” You ask.

“Do I have a lighter,” Dean scoffed sarcastically, pulling a lighter out of his top dresser drawer. He hands it to you, and you light the joint up in your mouth, inhaling.

“Fuuuuck, I needed this.” You exhale, the smoke exiting your mouth. You instantly feel better, your insides lighter and you just feel happy.

You and Dean just sit there in his room for a while, laughing at the dumbest of things, just in general having fun. You’d try and tell him a story, losing your train of thought about half way through, making both of you crack up.

“We need some food.” Dean says after a while.

“Yes, oh god, do you have any cookies?” Your eyes widen, the thought of cookies making your mouth water.

“Oreos, baby.” Dean smiles. You grab on to his arm, walking out of the room. It’s been a few hours since you gone to his room in the first place, and you two figured that everyone would be asleep by now. It was clear to leave the room.

You’re standing in the middle of the kitchen while Dean was in the pantry getting the Oreos. You were starting to feel your high slightly wearing off (although still prominent) when you saw a familiar man in a trench coat walk down the hallway.

“Hey, baby!” You yell out, holding your arms open for him to hug you. “Come here!”

“Y/N?” Cas cocked his head to the side, an odd expression on his face. “Why are you acting like that?”

“I just want to love on my boyfriend, is that too much to ask?” You frown. He walks up to you, holding your face with his hand.

“Why are your eyes red? Why do you smell like that?” Cas was becoming worried, you could tell.

“Oh, relax old man. I was just having some fun, smoking some weed.” You didn’t even care that he knew. If you’re honest, he probably didn’t even know what weed was.

“What is weed?” Cas asked. “Is that what is making you act so, what’s the word you humans use… Giddy?”

“Weed is… Well it’s a plant you smoke.” You frown, unable to think of a better way to explain it. “Umm… I guess your dad made it? It makes you happy, and relaxed. And hungry.”

“I think I might like this ‘weed’ you are talking about.” Cas says. “Is that what you and Dean were doing?”

“Yeah. ‘M sorry I kept it from you. Didn’t know how you’d react.”

“You do not need to keep anything from me. I don’t care what plants you smoke.” Cas kissed your forehead.

“Do you want to try it?” You raise your eyebrows. “Smoking weed? We still have some.”

“I would like to try it, yes.” Cas responds. You walk over to the pantry, and see Dean peacefully asleep on the floor, a package of Oreos in his hand. You giggle, and walk back over to Cas.

“Come on.” You grab his hand, leading him to Dean’s room. You grab the bag and take out a joint, handing it to him. “We can do this in our room.”

You take him to your shared room, and sit down on the bed with him. You instruct him to put it in his mouth, you light it up for him.

“All you gotta do is inhale. Just don’t try and keep it in there for too long, you’re new to this so you’ll probably cough a lot.” You tell him.

“Do I smoke the whole thing?”

“No, we’ll share.” You smile, and he takes his first hit. As expected, he starts coughing, but he goes in for another one almost immediately.

“Slow down there, tiger.” You laugh.

“I don’t feel any different.” Cas frowns. “That was underwhelming.”

“Give it time.” You laugh, patting him on the back. After a few minutes, you can tell its hit him.

“This is fun. I like this.” Cas says after a while. “My father knew what he was doing when he created this. I am starting to enjoy the human life.”

“Be sure to thank him for me if you guys ever actually meet.” You take the joint from his fingers, taking your own hit now.

“Y/N?” Cas says with a questioning tone.

“Yes, Castiel?”

“I seem to have an erection.”

You almost choke on the air you’re breathing when you hear that. You love Cas to death, but goddamn is he so blunt about everything. You glance over to his lap, and sure enough, he has a hard on.

“Well, I mean, that can happen. Some people get horny when they smoke. It’s no big deal.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Should I watch porn?”

“Oh my god, Cas.” You laugh. While you and Cas have been dating for quite some time, you’ve never actually done it. You’ve had some make out sessions, sure. But every time you would go to have sex, someone would either walk in, or Cas would start being all nervous (he knew absolutely nothing about sex) and nothing ever came out of it.

For example, the first time you tried to initiate more than kissing, you had crawled onto his lap and started to grind onto him. Cas was extremely confused and was asking why you were “rubbing your clitoris onto his jeans.” …Dean and him had a long talk after that.

“Dean said that if I get an erection I should watch porn.” Cas frowned.

“You could. Or, you know, you have a very sexy girlfriend right next to you that can help you out.” You whispered into his ear. You could see him gulp, and the tent in his pants get bigger.

“I- I want to, but I just don’t… I only know what I’ve seen from porn.” Castiel admits. “There is many kinds of sex.”

“Yes, there is. You’re right. What do you want?” You position yourself so you’re sitting on his lap, his hardness pressing into your pants.

“I want you to ride me.”

You were slightly shocked by how he just openly stated what he wanted. He’s always been so shy about the topic of sex, always nervous if we even just get to second base.

Cas grabs your cheeks, pressing his lips into yours. He kisses you hungrily, all tongue and teeth, as you begin to unzip his pants. He lifts up his hips and you break the kiss so you can pull his jeans down, leaving him only in his boxers. You take off your own clothes, leaving you completely exposed.

“Fuck,” Cas hisses, and puts his hands on your waist to pull you closer to him. You grind your bare clit over his hard cock in his boxers, the mixture of your wetness and his pre cum surely ruining his boxers.

You reach your hand into his underwear, pulling out his length. You start to pump slowly, earning a low moan from Cas.

“This feels better than I ever imagined.” Cas moans, his head thrown back in pleasure. You giggle quietly, and bring your head down to him, swirling your tongue around the tip. You play with the tip for a few seconds before taking him all the way into your mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Cas grabs your hair as you work on him. You’ve never heard him cuss like this before, only works like “ass” or “damn”, so you know you’re doing a good job.

He pulls your mouth off of him suddenly, and lust is filled in his eyes.

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” Cas explains, and he brings you on top of him.

“Are you ready?” You ask him before lining up your entrance with his cock. He nods, and you lower yourself down slowly.

“OH,” you moan out as he fills you up, hitting you deeper than you ever thought imaginable. You place your hands on the bed beside you and move your body up and down on Cas, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Cas grabs your hips and helps you bounce up and down on him, only making the pleasure higher.

“Cas, oh my god, yes,” You basically yell, not even caring that you two weren’t the only ones in the bunker. They’re probably asleep anyways.

“Y/N,” He moans, bucking his hips upwards onto you. He flips you over to where he is on top now, and pounds into you at a fast pace. The both of you are close, you can feel it.

“Oh I’m going to cum.” You breathe out, your nails digging into Cas’ back. Just as you finish saying that, the familiar feeling of your orgasm hits, and you scream out in pleasure, yelling Castiel’s name. This brings Cas to his own orgasm, and you can feel the warm spurts of cum filling you up inside.

“Oh my god, that was.. That was indescribable.” You breathe out, Cas rolling off of you and lying to your side. He wraps his arms around you, bringing you into a sweet kiss.

“That was much better than porn.”

What’s The Worse That Could Happen?

Originally posted by juicy-jays-and-purple-haze

Being a Hunter meant having a shit ton of stress. Having a shit ton of stress meant you needed some way to relax or vent that pent-up energy. Luckily for you, you had a way to relax.

It wasn’t like how most people relaxed (and by most, you meant Hunters). You were kind of a stoner before you met Sam and Deana be you weren’t going to give that up. Smoking was your way of relaxing and forgetting about the world. Sam and Dean never smoked even though Dean says Sam did once in college.

No, Sam and Dean weren’t the type of men to smoke. They didn’t care if you did but you couldn’t be in the Bunker while doing it. That is why you were outside, sitting on a tree stump, letting your mind free.

“What are you doing?” You looked up and saw a confused Angel standing next to you.

“Relaxing.” You simply stated, taking a puff.

“How is that relaxing? I can see what that is doing to your lungs. It’s not healthy.” Cas said, taking a step closer.

“I know but this is my way of relaxing. Sam and Dean would never try this but you could, if you want. I promise, one puff and you’ll love it.” You grinned, holding out your hand with the joint.

“Y/N, did you not hear me? That is bad for you.” Cas said, taking a seat next to you.

“Come on, what’s this going to do to an Angel?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him. Cas looked at your eyes and to the joint, biting his lip. He didn’t answer for a while and you shrugged.

“It’s just a question, Cas. You can say no.” You took a long puff, held it in, and let go when you were ready. You could already start to feel your muscles unwind.

“What does it taste like?” He asked, studying you.

“Weed doesn’t really have a taste to it. I don’t prefer joints but this is all I had with me. This is more like burnt weed and paper. My favorite is vaping since I think it’s the more freshest out of all your options.” You explained.

“What are the options?” He asked. He was so concentrated and serious. You almost laughed at this but remembered that Cas was just trying to learn.

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Added a new avatar pic I got from a site that hosts public domain pics and has options to donate to the contributors. [x]

Cas’ symbolism to the sun and flowers seemed pretty well captured here. Cas is the new spreading ideals, he is the dawn of a new era, he is the weed the angel’s can’t kill. He and his family will sew the seeds of change. He just needs to set his roots.


“ What the hell, Y/N!”

Dean’s voice snapped you out of your haze.

“ What?”

“ We needed Cas! But look what you did to the friggin angel!”

Castiel was resting on the kitchen countertop, legs folded holding a peanut butter jar he couldn’t open. Laughing you got up and popped it loose; Cas thanked you with a smile and began shoveling spoon fulls of peanut butter in his mouth.

“ He looks happy Dean, leave him alone”

He groaned and stomped away to his bedroom.

Coming Out of the Closet

There is  a fire drill in the middle of the night at Dean and Cas’ dorm, and they do not want to leave their room.

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“Aw fuck,” Dean complained in a groan before he stuffed a pillow over his head. Though that did little to soften the shrill wailing of the fire alarm coming from the dorm’s hallway.

Dean peaked out from under his pillow to look at his clock - it was 3:16 AM. Dean groaned again before looking over at his roommate, Cas, who, like Dean, was trying to muffle the piercing sound by burying his head under his pillow and sheets. Dean laughed at the sight, not surprised in the slightest since it takes his best friend almost an hour to get out of bed every morning.

Dean really did not want to leave the warmth of their room. Going to a university in Michigan had its perks; but it being -10 degrees almost every night since November was definitely not one of them. And that night was no exception with their phones reporting that it was -8.

What made Dean even more upset was that he knew that there was no real danger or fire in there dorm. It was a Friday night, well now Saturday morning, and Dean and Cas had been smelling weed smoke all night from the rooms three floors below them.

“I really don’t want to go out there, man,” Dean whined.

“They check all the rooms,” Cas reminded Dean after he shifted to get a better look at his best friend.

Dean had let out a loud sigh before saying, “We’re gonna freeze our dicks off if we go out there, and just because a bunch of assholes couldn’t bother to be more careful with their blunt smoke.”

Cas smiled at the comment before smugly replying, “It wouldn’t be much of a loss if your dick froze off.” Even though Cas knew there were things he wished he could do with that dick.

“Wow, look who’s the asshole now,” Dean teased while he threw a pillow at Cas’ face.

Cas laughed as he threw the pillow back at Dean, who smoothly avoided the projectile and gave Cas a smug smile, while Cas rolled his eyes in return. Cas then sat up in his bed and fidgeted with the blankets while he said, “We could umm, we could hide in the closet.” His ears and neck had turned pink after the suggestion as he continued to not look at Dean.

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saltandbyrne  asked:

I feel like the world really needs a meet-cute where Dean and Cas realize they're both fucking their cute neighborhood weed dealer.

GOSH salt you sure know the way to my heart.  and like maybe dean and cas meet in a completely unrelated situation at a party and later on they’re hanging out together in cas’ apartment and about to order a pizza and watch indiana jones and dean is like “you know what would go great with pizza and indiana jones? weed.” and cas agrees and goes to call his dealer but dean is like “nah i got it” and he calls him up and half an hour later aaron shows up, confused as to why dean is at cas’ apartment.  when it turns out he’s a mutual friend, they all they start the night out watching the movie and eating pizza but that’s not even remotely how the night ends.