Dean Winchester is a Disney princess, Castiel is sure of it. He has Evidence.
he’s got a chiseled jaw sharp enough to kill a man
horribly clear skin
entirely infuriating dimples
he’s blond, but not too blond
his eyes are a shade of green that does not exist in nature. The first time he saw them, Castiel was sure they were contacts
this boy has fucking muscles for days, arms like tiny trees
that bulge out of his t-shirts all over the place. And yet, Castiel has
never seen him work out. More evidence to be gathered.
He can sing like fucking Beyonce. It’s a secret, but one time
castiel heard him singing in the locker room and he almost passed out
he honest to god always has, like, woodland creatures coming up
to him. Butterflies will land on him. On more than one occasion castiel
has seem him trailed by kittens
his smile could melt the polar ice caps
he is, hands down, the nicest person Castiel has ever met. He’s kind to everyone.
going with that, everyone likes dean. No one has a bad thing to
say about him, his popularity spans all social circles and cliques and it doesn’t get to his head. He’s genuinely a sweetheart
All that said, it’s pretty clear that he shouldn’t be anywhere
near Certified Punk Loser Castiel Novak. Like sure, Castiel expects a
friendly smile in passing here and there because Dean is an actual angel
as well as his next door neighbor, but the guy has better things to do
than hang out with a grungy weirdo.
Ok so, I saw this post on Pinterest and honestly, I need an episode of this. Like he turns up at his old college and all his friend just go what the f*** and then they meet cas and dean and they just go full haywire like holy hell when did this happen and dean just goes “when we went to hell”.
Story Summary: Requested by @fangirlingfanatic2442
Love you are your writing, you are super sweet ahh. So I have a one-shot request for you. The reader has always had a strange ability, to tell how dangerous a person was on a scale of one to ten, so a trained man with a rifle would be an eight while a seven-year-old child would be a three. One day in her school a boy walks into her class with a ten above his head. She is curious and terrified, and soon finds out why he’s so dangerous.
Your life wasn’t like everyone else’s. It was hard to live a normal life when you had a set of skills no one else had even heard of having. At first they had thought you had been lying, but when you continued, they had marked you off as having a mental illness. Finally, when you were starting high school, you had pretended it had gone away, just for a little piece of mind. It was hard having people staring at you, talking about you when they thought you couldn’t hear. Saying how weird you were, how you would no doubt end up in a padded room before you even graduated.
It wasn’t like you could kill people with your mind, or even thought you could read their minds. You could just see a red number hanging over people’s heads. At first, when you were a lot younger, you hadn’t even realized it was there, or what it was. But as you grew up, growing smarter, you wondered why everyone had a number, from one to ten. It took you a long time to realize those numbers measure how dangerous a person was. When your sister was born, she only had a two over her head. And she sure proved that she wasn’t dangerous at all. As sweet as she could be, she was the type of girl everyone loved, even you. Then there was that boy in seventh grade that had a six over his head. He ended up breaking your heart by dating your best friend behind your back.
cas takes a gap year after his bachelor’s degree and travels, deciding he’ll blog while doing it instead of keeping a formal travel journal
his ends up catching intense wanderlust and decides to make it two gap years
his blog takes off and people suddenly pay him to travel and then it becomes three years, then four, then five
on the sixth year, while in cambodia, he gets a call from kansas city general hospital
jimmy and amelia have been in a car crash. drunk driver. they were dead on arrival
they’ve named cas as two year-old claire’s guardian
cas is on the next flight out
but it turns out that you can’t actually travel while trying to take care of your niece and planning a funeral and looking for a job
and then jimmy’s pos car decides not to start
enter dean winchester
dean, who takes one look at cas’s rumpled, dirty clothes and the bags under blues eyes and the squirming child in his arms and bends over backwards trying to make things easier for him
dean, who didn’t know jimmy personally but who’s sorry for cas’s loss, and offers to drive he and claire wherever they need while their car is in the shop “’cause we don’t have a car for you to use in the meantime, but you must be real busy so.”
which turns into dean chauffering cas to the grocery store and dropping him off at the mall with a ton of resumés while claire is at daycare
and then into cas and dean going out one night because dean insists cas needs some grown-up time
and then into cas inviting dean over so he and claire cook him the best indian food dean’s ever tasted even though cas insists it’s a cheap imitation
and then into cas and dean kind of… hanging out a lot. and maybe starting to touch a lot
and this, ultimately, culminates in a kiss on dean’s front porch
@thebloody3agle said: First, THE ST. GARRISON AU IS THE BOMB! Second, we know that Cas ties bandages just a little too loose so Dean as to come back. But do we know if he’s just a little bit careless about anything else? (hint: making dinner/using the stove ;))