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I WAS ALL UP IN A CON LAST WEEK but this week I’M BACK! it’s POST-SPN SCOUTTHOUGHTS!

  • moral of the story so far: if you’re in the woods by yourself with a bunch of couples making out, don’t go deeper into the woods by yourself. make out with your voyeur dudefriend instead 
  • how come hell gets cell service but heaven doesn't 
  • i like you, weird bearded taxidermy police man
  • [dean voice] meheheh
  • IF THAT BURGER WAS HEAVEN CAS WOULD BE HERE
  • lmao @ the weird bmol jazz music
  • “there could be a god up there” “lmao??? ok???” honestly an actual god would be easier to deal with
  • “hunting people! KILLING THEM! the family business!” people always bein more cray than the monster smh
  • THE COLT WASN’T SHOT IN SLOW MOTION
  • sam. dean. god literally wrote a series of books about you idiots.
  • goddamn dean gotta immediately go all gossipy right after a phone call

YAYAYAYAYAY CAS NEXT EP

Balboa Harbor, Panama Canal Zone. Aerial photograph taken 23 April 1934, with U.S. Fleet cruisers and destroyers moored together. 

Ships present include (left to right in lower left): USS Elliot (DD-146); USS Roper (DD-147); USS Hale (DD-133); USS Dorsey (DD-117); USS Lea (DD-118); USS Rathburne (DD-113); USS Talbot (DD-114); USS Waters (DD-115); USS Dent (DD-116); USS Aaron Ward (DD-132); USS Buchanan (DD-131); USS Crowninshield (DD-134); USS Preble (DD-345); and USS William B. Preston (DD-344). 

(left to right in center): USS Yarnall (DD-143); USS Sands (DD-243); USS Lawrence (DD-250); (unidentified destroyer); USS Detroit (CL-8), Flagship, Destroyers Battle Force; USS Fox (DD-234); USS Greer (DD-145); USS Barney (DD-149); USS Tarbell (DD-142); and USS Chicago (CA-29), Flagship, Cruisers Scouting Force. 

(left to right across the top): USS Southard (DD-207); USS Chandler (DD-206); USS Farenholt (DD-332); USS Perry (DD-340); USS Wasmuth (DD-338); USS Trever (DD-339); USS Melville (AD-2); USS Truxtun (DD-229); USS McCormick (DD-223); USS MacLeish (DD-220); USS Simpson (DD-221); USS Hovey (DD-208); USS Long (DD-209); USS Litchfield (DD-336); USS Tracy (DD-214); USS Dahlgren (DD-187); USS Medusa (AR-1); USS Raleigh (CL-7), Flagship, Destroyers Scouting Force; USS Pruitt (DD-347); and USS Joshua Frederick Talbott (DD-156); USS Dallas (DD-199); (four unidentified destroyers); and USS Indianapolis (CA-35), Flagship, Cruisers Scouting Force.

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Pairing(s): DeanxReader
Prompt/Summary: Imagine Dean teasing you about your height in front of TFW, but he loves picking you up during sex. (x)
Author: 5secondsofsvpernatvral
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 2991 oops!
Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, clothes sex (does that even count?), public sex, cursing, extremely mild violence

As you walked out of your room, and into the kitchen, you yawned and rubbed a hand over your face. “Morning, short stuff” Dean teased, ruffling your hair. Glaring hard at him, you poured yourself a cup of coffee, sipping the dark liquid before you turned to Sam. “Whatcha researching?” you inquired, leaning down over his shoulder. Sitting down was the one time you could look Sam in the eyes, or put your arms on his shoulders and look down at his laptop. “Y/N” the older Winchester rumbled from behind you before his brother could answer.

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so i got an anon that was like “cas as the human version of the impala but still cas” and while i wasn’t quite sure what it meant it got me thinking

what if that somehow happened–like there’s a big explosion and cas gets in the way to block sam and dean from it and when the dust has cleared dean is like “dude where is cas?? WHERE IS MY CAR??”

and they just see this–the explosion was the car, it exploding into some sort of essence that can be reconstructed if gathered properly but cas absorbed it all

so essentially cas turns into a sassier sass machine that wears more leather and grinds on dudes until sam and dean can figure out how to separate the essence of the car and cas hhahehhah

Donna Hanscum Award: Up and Coming Blogger Award - Winner

@adriellej won this category I in the Scandi Bithces Awards I hosted with @winchesterswoonathon 

Adri requested this:  So I am pretty sure you guys don’t know this, but I absolutely love playing mind games. They’re fun and they challenge me (Just realised Charlie really fits well to me :p). So I was thinking, reader playing a mind game like cell trap, IQ test- Cryptex or some shit like that, Cas sees and wonders what she is doing. Reader challenges him to play the game and says something like, don’t worry if you can’t figure out of it, it’s a hard game until you get the hang of it, but he just totally owns it and totally beats reader in it!

And this is what I made of that :D Hope you like it hun!

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You smiled when you felt Cas’ eyes on you. As you sat on the couch in the library of the bunker playing cell trap on your phone, he fixed you with his stare. He walsed in and out of the room a few times, watching you.

Finally he seemed to gather up the courage to approach you, and you looked up and sent him a small smile, which made his face light up instantly.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” Cas looked over your shoulder and frowned as he saw all the numbers on the phone.

“Playing a game, Cas.” You smiled and moved closer to him so he could see the screen. “Look at this.There are the numbers in general, 1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, 128, and then the last numbers that it forms and disappears, where one of them is 256. So if you have the number two, let’s take the ones in the down left corner. You have to have 4 of two to make it form 8. Then when you have the number 8, you form a new one with 4 of eight to make it form 32. You continue that until it hits the highest number it can reach, one being 256. All it’s about is keep making higher numbers and make them disappear in order to get scores. If the whole thing gets filled with numbers, you lose. Do you wanna try? Don’t worry it take a while to get a hang of it.”

You smiled as you watched Cas start playing on your phone, and when you were sure he had gotten the hang of it you leaned back on the couch, grabbing a book and started reading. Somehow your feet ended up in his lap as he played the game and you read, comfortable sharing each other’s space.

After a few hours, Dean’s voice sounded through the bunker and you stretched your limbs, getting off the couch and heading towards the kitchen, running your hand over Cas’ shoulders as you went, making sure he realized your were leaving.

Cas hardly spoke for the rest of the day, only when he showed up in the kitchen as you were doing the dishes, asking you for a power cord. He was still on the couch playing “the stupid game” as Dean put it, when you and the Winchesters went to bed.

“Y/N…” You felt your bed dip and you immediately shot up into a seated position, your hunter’s instincts kicking in, but you relaxed as soon as you saw the apologetic look on the angel’s face.

“I am sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just… I think I lost.” Cas must have sensed your confusion and his eyes darted  to his the floor. “I’m sorry Y/N, I should have let you sleep.”

“No, Cas, it’s okay.” You slowly rubbed your eyes as you began to realize why he was in your room, “The game is designed that way. You will eventually lose. Let me see it?”

Your eyes opened wide as you looked at the screen, “20154? Cas that is not losing! You really beat me!”

“I would never hurt you, Y/N.” The angel frowned and you couldn’t help, but laugh,

“No, I mean at the game silly. Look at my high score!” You turned the phone letting the angel see and his face lit up as he looked at the numbers, 6726.

“So I didn’t lose?” You returned his genuine smile and shook your head, “No Cas, you didn’t. Now I need to sleep.”

You scooted back down in the bed, pulling the covers back around you and closing your eyes, only to open them again a few seconds later, when you realized Cas hadn’t moved.

“Are you okay, Cas?” You looked up at him and he shifted nervously.

“Could I maybe stay in here with you? The bunker is so quiet, when you are all sleeping.” He didn’t look at you as he spoke. He looked so small, and you couldn’t have refused him even if you had wanted too.

“Sure Cas,” you scouted over, leaving a space on the side of the bed for him, “at least lose the coat though, huh?”

Your breath hitched, as you heard his clothes fall to the ground. Losing way more than just the coat.

You bit your lip as you felt his arm close around your waist, pulling you close to his only boxers covered body, “Is this okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah Cas,” you smiled through your blush as you pushed yourself back closer against him, intertwining your fingers with his. “In fact, I think you should stay in my room every night from now on.”

“I would like that very much, Y/N.” Cas lips brushed over your shoulder before resting his head down behind you, listening to the sound of your breathing gradually getting heavier.

“I would like that very much.”  

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Flowers

prompt request from cockleddean

florist!cas gets upset that Dean gets away with a bouquet without paying every month. He decides to follow him to make sure the girl is worth his net loss in profit. Deans been taking them to his mother’s grave.

ao3 link

Every month. Every. Damn. Month. Without fail, the man with the bright green eyes would wander past his store, snatch up one of the store’s best flower bouquets, and walk away with it. Without paying.

Cas growled, glared down the street where the mystery man had disappeared. He’d done it again. Cas had even been expecting him. It was always the same day every month, usually around noon, and the man would appear, snatch the daisies and run off.

Cas was ready for him. But instead, someone had come in with a complicated order and Cas had been trapped. By the time he looked up, he watched a green jacket and daisies disappear around the bend.

He refused to let the man go again. He mentioned his struggles to his business partner, Balthazar.

“Sue him!” Balthazar replied, unhelpfully. Castiel groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Over one bouquet of flowers a month?” Cas replied. “That’s low.”

Balthazar shrugged and played with his insane new experimental bouquet. “You could always follow him? See if the pretty girl’s worth the bucks we’re losing?”

Cas opened his mouth to argue, but stopped short. It wasn’t a bad idea. He was definitely curious to see who the mystery man’s girlfriend, or boyfriend, was. He hoped they were worth the unpaid fifteen dollars those flowers cost.

The next month arrived faster than Cas expected. Balthazar kindly took the front desk, dutifully taking every order with ease and patience as Cas scouted for the mysterious green eyed man.

Soon enough, noon came, and Cas spotted him.

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If I could have an convention....

We’d hold it on the moon, in the Crystal Palace with Queen Serenity overlooking the whole event. OBVIOUSLY The Doctor would be in attendance, seeing as he hasn’t visited Queen Serenity’s Queendom in quite some time. Luckily with him being there, he would have brought some of the greatest, and most well known people from across time and space. 

Bill S. Preston Esq. and Ted Theodore Logan, along with Rufus will have followed The Doctor through the Time Vortex. They are the musical guests for the Con, nothing is better than Wyld Stallyns playing in the background.

The Doctor nabs Dean, Sam, and Cas, trying to prove that aliens are in fact real, and Dean’s fight dissipates as he sees the Sailor Scouts….. Then Cas glares at him because Cas is the only one for Dean <3. 

Somehow The Doctor was able to jump dimensions! Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield and the rag-tag group of dwarrows stumbles upon the event. (That is after being picked up in a blue box and confused out of your mind… Bilbo definitely doesn’t know if he likes this adventure thank you very much! And Thorin’s being Thorin and glaring at every person in the room, especially the Queen who he believes is an Elf.)

Then crossing through his own timeline The Doctor obtains every single companion he has had to date, including his own granddaughter.

Yet, I am not done. The crew of Serenity realize that something is not quite as quiet in this area and come to investigate. Kaylee and Sailor Jupiter become fast friends, while the others wander about. 

Kili and Fili end up running about with Bill and Ted, causing all sorts of trouble, and the citizens of the Crystal Millennium watch in awe as all of the newcomers astound and surprise them. 

This convention will go down in history as the most ridiculous, amazing thing to happen in the history of the Crystal Millennium. And during all of this, The Doctor sat back with Sarah Jane, Rose Tyler, Romana, and his many other companions catching up, and appreciating the greatness of the convention.

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yeeeEEEHAW it’s trueform time!! this is the form for GADREEL that i drew last night but totally forgot to post!!

(oh man, here’s the list of other ones he’s accompanying, it’s getting pretty big: deancasgabrielcrowleylucifer, alastair, and abaddon!)

this is, of course, pre-force-fallen gadreel, with multiple bounds and such. i liked the thought of extra precaution on the trueforms in the cells, because it’s pretty easy to consider that he didn’t have a human vessel when he was locked up. anyway, you also see some light binding that i have actually thought about in the past and used on this gabriel piece! he has the heads of an albino deer and fox–simple animals that are both often misconstrued, but very resilient! (much like gadreel in heaven!) he’s about the same size as cas, i’d say.

Balboa Harbor, Panama Canal Zone. Aerial photograph taken 23 April 1934, with U.S. Fleet cruisers and destroyers moored together. Ships present include (left to right in lower left): USS Elliot (DD-146); USS Roper (DD-147); USS Hale (DD-133); USS Dorsey (DD-117); USS Lea (DD-118); USS Rathburne (DD-113); USS Talbot (DD-114); USS Waters (DD-115); USS Dent (DD-116); USS Aaron Ward (DD-132); USS Buchanan (DD-131); USS Crowninshield (DD-134); USS Preble (DD-345); and USS William B. Preston (DD-344). 

(left to right in center): USS Yarnall (DD-143); USS Sands (DD-243); USS Lawrence (DD-250); (unidentified destroyer); USS Detroit (CL-8), Flagship, Destroyers Battle Force; USS Fox (DD-234); USS Greer (DD-145); USS Barney (DD-149); USS Tarbell (DD-142); and USS Chicago (CA-29), Flagship, Cruisers Scouting Force. 

(left to right across the top): USS Southard (DD-207); USS Chandler (DD-206); USS Farenholt (DD-332); USS Perry (DD-340); USS Wasmuth (DD-338); USS Trever (DD-339); USS Melville (AD-2); USS Truxtun (DD-229); USS McCormick (DD-223); USS MacLeish (DD-220); USS Simpson (DD-221); USS Hovey (DD-208); USS Long (DD-209); USS Litchfield (DD-336); USS Tracy (DD-214); USS Dahlgren (DD-187); USS Medusa (AR-1); USS Raleigh (CL-7), Flagship, Destroyers Scouting Force; USS Pruitt (DD-347); and USS J. Fred Talbott (DD-156); USS Dallas (DD-199); (four unidentified destroyers); and USS Indianapolis (CA-35), Flagship, Cruisers Scouting Force. Official U.S. Navy Photograph, now in the collections of the National Archives.

make you whole

au | 4.5k | r in which there is a funeral, mixed-up feelings, quiet motel rooms, and a long journey home.

(ao3)

The lighter clicks and hisses as Dean ignites his third cigarette of the hour. He inhales as much as he can, holds it in his lungs until it bursts out of him in a hazy cloud that makes his eyes sting while it fades away in the cold winter air.

He doesn’t want to go back inside, where the walls of his childhood home are more oppressive than they ever have been, where the atmosphere is thick and cloying, more suffocating than the cigarette smoke. 

So he doesn’t. He stands on the porch instead.

He’s been to funerals before, and they were never like this. Never so stifling. More finger food and drunken reminiscing, less uncomfortable silence because no one is really that cut up about the whole thing.

It’s probably fucked up, that Dean isn’t sad his dad just died. 

He can’t bring himself to care. 

The door creaks open behind him and Cas steps out. Scruffy bastard’s actually shaved and put on a suit for once. It fits him well. Dean’s been thinking it all day.

Cas gives him a look, then comes forward and pats down Dean’s jacket until he finds the pocket with the coveted cigarettes. He fishes them out, holds them up accusingly. “These are mine.”

“I know, I stole them from your coat.”

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Roxy, Labrador Retriever (12 y/o), Pacific Coast Highway, Malibu, CA • “She and Scout sleep in bed with us. We haven’t really slept in 12 years.”

ANOTHER WEEK DOWN! AND NOW FOR YOUR EPISODE SCOUTTHOUGHTS!

  • that guy eats pudding the way i also eat pudding but i am not having issues
  • amara also is about as subtle about being hungry as i am
  • OHHH CASSS OHHH NOOOOOOOOOO :((((
  • THEY’RE BEING SO MEAN NOOO WHY ARE ANGELS SUCH BULLIES
  • this hospital has great acoustics—IS THAT DEATH??? oh no it’s not. ok
  • huh i wonder if angels are going to the empty place when they die
  • WHY ARE ANGELS THE LITERAL WORST. hannah tho!! sweet cupcake
  • SAM IS LIKE “I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT VISION EVEN VAGUELY MEANT BUT MY ABS ARE SUPERB!”
  • dean “scrumptious young alter boy” winchester
  • cas the strategist? More like cas the sadtegist
  • CROWLEY LEARNED HOW TO HACK ANGELS FROM NAOMI???? :OOO
  • HANN-NOOOOOOO. I can only fight this sadness with puns :c
  • totally off-topic, but there’s a commercial of people gradually eating yogurt with more intensity and all I can think of is that dude with the darkness and his pudding
  • HOLY OIL FLAME THROWER PLEASE SAM!!!! well ok the ring of fire is more practical
  • dean caught the angel B) ohhhh but there goes jenna

ALL-IN-ALL i like the set-ups that they have going, and the fact that crowley is BEING A BAD GUY AGAIN!? he has officially revoked his sidekick status to cas

HAVE I LOST MY MENTAL STABILITY YET? iiiiIIT’S THIS WEEK’S POST-SPN SCOUTTHOUGHTS

  • YAYAYAYAAY KEVIN CHUCK MYBHEart 
  • ohhhh dean ;n; 
  • GOD ALREADY WITH THE SHADE 
  • YEP I KNEEWWW CHUCK WASNT TOO EXCITED ABT LUCI but i super hope luci goes anti-hero 
  • CHUCK IS WEARING A ROBE AND EATING DONUTS AND USING HIS WORLD’S GREATEST DAD MUG 
  • a new prophet……what if he’s protected by, say….AN ARCHANGEL 
  • omg i love the abridged version of the plot that Sam and dean give 
  • I AM IN LOVE WITH CHUCK but i knew he was gonna decide to be a martyr >:( !!!! MAYBE ONE OF HIS ANGEL BABS WILL CHANGE HIS MIND 
  • “you think I’m a dick why do you care” chuuuuuuuuck 
  • WHOAAA i don’t hate metatron this is such a weird feeling 
  • LUCIFERRRR!!! 
  •  ok so amara did not read this text post or get my email to not do that to metatron and now she’s sort of on the shit list because wtf 
  • WELL THIS IS AN UNCOMFORTABLE CAR RIDE 
  • CHUUUUUUUUCK!!!! LUCIFEEERRRR!!!!

i LOVED the preview and i’m hoping that michael gets brought up in the next ep–aaaAAAA and THEY BETTER ADDRESS CAS

i think tonight i’ll start drawing an uncomfortably shaded comic sam winchester with just…insane amounts of muscle

i think that’s honestly my favorite thing that’s formed over the years. like, sam is average in clothes but when his shirt comes off he is RIPPED TO ALL HELL

literally nothing else changes. he just has a great bod