Dean/Cas: I’ve Got A Crush

“So…” the woman peeks at the top of his application, “Dean, have you decided which cat you’d like to meet?”

“Yeah, um,” Dean pauses to fish a Post-It from his pocket. “Could I see Violet? She’s the grey shorthair. And Aslan too, if that’s okay. He’s the orange tabby.”

“Of course,” she replies, handing him a buzzer. “It’ll just be a few minutes.”

Dean nods and heads to the small lobby by the cattery. There’s an issue of Modern Cat splayed open on the table, and he flips through a few pages before answering a text from Jo. She demands to know whether the kittens have been adopted, so he assures her, ‘Nope, still here. Just gonna make sure they aren’t plotting world domination.’

‘All cats are plotting world domination, Dean. Get with the program,’ Jo shoots back, and Dean is about to tap out his reply when the buzzer goes off and lights up in his lap. He returns the device to the reception desk, where the same woman takes it and gestures to her left. Dean’s gaze follows the line of her arm, landing on a guy with dark hair and… wow, seriously blue eyes.

“Dean?” the hot stranger wishes to confirm, and okay, forget everything else; it sounds like he gargles with gravel every morning.

This is so inappropriate.

[read the full fic on ao3]

Written for my February BOTM winner maturedean, who requested an animal shelter!AU. ♥


ah yes. the pre apocalyptic era where everyone in heaven still got along. good times.

(or the one in which i just really want to draw gabriel and cas in teeny weeny robes) (also apparently i cant draw a platypus) (im so sorry)


“all i’m getting from you is…colors.”

or the one in which cas is basically a walking and talking color wheel

“Alright, here’s your fortune: you’re going to live a happy life filled with a loving and caring family.”
“…I have already acquired that.”
“Aw, Cas, you sap.”



it’s only fair.


dean and cas revealing their feelings for each other and dean getting all blushy and flustered so cas efficiently shuts him up ♥(ノ´∀`)

groot!castiel anyone?

please cheer up


(ノ´ヮ´)ノ:✧・゚schmoopy destiel from me to myself!! hurray for birthday sketches*:・゚✧


“Oh, and Dean? You’re cleaning up that blood.”

or in which cas is probably going to be charlie’s personal dress up toy if they ever meet