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anonymous asked:

Okay so I've had this stuck in my head for a really long time and I just need an episode where like Dean and Sam and Cas are working on a case or something and Dean overhears some guy being a huge homophobic asshole and so Dean makes sure to get the guys attention and just kisses Cas right on the mouth

“We need to swing back by that church and check again. The priest has to be connected to something there, right?”

“Yeah, let’s burn the stained glass and see what happens,” Dean responds bitterly. He shoves an entire piece of bacon in his mouth and ignores Cas’ dramatic sigh.

“It’s more likely to be the communion cup or the–”

“I didn’t actually mean that we should burn the glass, Cas.”

Cas angrily squints at Dean, so Dean angrily clenches his jaw back at him.

Sam runs his hand through his hair. “Cas is right. We’ll have to…”

“I don’t want no fag on my fantasy team.”

“…And then regroup back at the motel later tonight. Cas, if you’ll just…”

“What you mean? You see the way he dress? You can’t tell me he ain’t no fruitcake.”

“…OK? Dean? Dean.”

“Hmm?” Dean snaps back to their conversation and reaches across the table for the syrup. “I’m listening.”

Cas’ hand brushes against Dean’s thigh under the booth. Dean bumps his leg against Cas’ and gives him a reassuring smile before turning back toward Sam. “So I spaced out. Whatever. What are we doing?”

As Sam explains the plan once again, the guy with the oppressively thick Southern accent drones on, “I don’t give a flying fuck that he was the MVP, he’s queer as a two-dollar bill.”

Dean digs his fingers into the denim of his jeans, stares down at his plate and inhales his pancakes in order to stop his mouth from saying something idiotic. He comforts himself with the thought that the guy will most likely lose a lot of money with his stupid homo-free fantasy team. 

“Dean? Are you sure you’re alright?” Cas asks quietly as if Sam isn’t sitting directly across the table listening intently.

With a thick swallow, Dean shifts his focus from Cas to Sam and back to Cas. “I’m good, Cas.”

The restaurant is pretty busy, so Dean isn’t sure why he even hears the Southern man so clearly. He’s sitting at least four tables away and has wispy gray hair coming out of the back of a baseball cap that’s seen better days. The man with him is significantly younger even with the bushy mustache and receding hairline. 

“So, Sam and I are hitting up the church and Cas is scoping out Ms. Mathison’s house. Great. Got it. Where’s our check?” Dean rubs his thighs anxiously, searching around the restaurant for an available server to flag down.

“Dude, what’s going on?” Sam asks with those annoyingly concerned eyebrows of his.

“Nothing. Let’s get out of here.” 

Whether it’s stress or anger or just the unfortunate reality of being Dean Winchester, as they slide out of the booth Dean grabs Cas’ hand and all but drags him toward the door. 

He makes it three angry steps before Cas tries to rip his hand away. It’s only then that Dean remembers that not only does Sam not know that Dean is anything other than perfectly straight, he also doesn’t know that Dean and Cas make out like horny teenagers in nasty motel beds while Sam sleeps like a baby less than three feet away. 

Thanks for the coming out party, homophobic redneck. You’re the real MVP.

Amazingly, Sam doesn’t notice. Right before Sam looks up from his phone, Dean lets go of Cas’ hand and wipes his sweaty palm against his leg. Dean clears his throat and makes eye contact with Cas just long enough to see a stupid smirk on the stupid angel’s face. 

Homophobic redneck leans back in his chair, laughing so hard that he actually claps his hands together. Dean stares at the back of his head, wondering what kind of joke would make such a terrible person laugh that much.

As they pass by his table, the man stops laughing and looks each of them up and down. Dean’s heart is beating out of his chest, but he keeps on walking. 

“That’s a mighty pretty haircut you got there, queen.”

Dean spins around so fast that Cas has to stop a hand against his chest to keep him from barreling over the mustached man. Dean’s eyes are so wide they’re watering, but for some insane reason he’s also smiling. 

“You think my brother’s gay, huh? You think his stupid haircut is girly? Oh, hey, speaking of Gurley, I hear he’s gonna have a great year. You should draft him.”

“Dean–” Sam starts.

The scraping of the redneck’s chair cuts him off. He’s much taller than he looked when he was sitting down. “You got a problem, pretty boy?”

Dean’s grin grows wider. “Nope, we’ll just be on our merry gay way.” He doesn’t wait for an answer before turning away and stomping toward the door.

Cas’ shoulder brushes up against him a moment later. “Eventually you’re gonna have to explain to me what just happened,” he grumbles.

Dean looks over his shoulder to make sure the man is still watching them. He then slides his arm around Cas’ waist and leans forward to kiss him directly on the mouth. 

Dean hardly hears Sam say, “What the hell?” because he’s too busy listening to the sweet, sweet sound of an asshole choking on his food. 

roxanna-la-mexicana  asked:

one word prompt: cold. I love you, you're my favorite fanfic writer, PLEASE KEEP GOING

Oh my god thank you so much! I hope you like it!

“Baz…”

“Hm?”

“…Baz.”

“What, Snow?”

“…BAZ.”

SNOW.”

Baz put his book down with a sigh of exasperation and looked up at Simon, who was sitting on the floor next to the fireplace. Simon wore a dark sweater (one of Baz’s, he noticed) and flannel pajama bottoms.

“You’re ignoring me.”

“I’m reading.”

“That’s the same thing.”

“I can’t watch you and read at the same time,” said Baz, closing the book and setting it to the side.

Simon stood up and walked over to the couch, sitting down beside him. Baz could feel the warmth of the fire still embedded in the fibers of his sweater.

Simon leaned his head on Baz’s shoulder, his curls tickling the exposed skin of Baz’s neck.

“You’ve been so busy lately,” complained Simon.

“I’ve been working,” said Baz. He took Simon’s hand, interlacing their fingers.

“Fuck working,” said Simon, lifting his head and pressing a kiss lightning-quick to Baz’s cheek. Baz lifted a single eyebrow as he regarded Simon. There was a light in Simon’s eyes that had little to do with the flames flickering in the hearth and more to do with the mischief that had taken root there.

“I can’t just stop working,” said Baz, though, deep down, he wished he could. He wished he could spend every waking moment with Simon, the one he had fought so hard for. “If I stopped working we wouldn’t have any money.”

“We don’t need money,” said Simon quickly, kissing Baz again, this time on the corner of his mouth, right where his lips began to curve upward when he smiled. “We could run away and open a goat farm.”

“A goat farm?”

“Sure,” said Simon, nearly pleading. He kissed Baz’s neck, right where his pulse ticked off a steady beat. Baz felt his resolve crumbling.

“Come here,” Baz whispered, pulling Simon onto his lap. Simon’s legs were a bit too long for this sort of thing to work, but Simon didn’t complain. He wrapped his arms around Baz’s neck.

“Promise me,” he said softly, blue eyes wide, reflected the fire that burned beyond them.

“What do you want me to promise, Simon?” Baz said, letting his hands settle on Simon’s waist. Simon blinked when Baz said his first name (he liked to reserve it for special occasions).

“That you’ll stop being so cold.”

Baz tilted his head upward, reaching for him.

“You know I can’t regulate my body temperature,” Baz began. “Even if it is inconvenient when—”

“No, you idiot,” he sighed. Simon brushed a strand of hair from Baz’s face. “Not like, physically cold. I know you’re a vampire. Just…take some time off work. Take some time for me.”

“Of course,” Baz murmured, still leaning forward, but he kept just out of reach in an annoyingly Simon-like fashion. “You’re my top priority.”

“When?”

The word was a breath.

“Forever,” Baz said.

With that Simon smiled and brought his mouth to meet Baz’s.

The fire flickered brighter.

when he flirted with a girl right in front of you over 70yrs ago and you gonna make damn sure he knows youre still steaming

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Leo isn’t strong enough😅

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Carrie Fisher Panel Recap: Wizard World Chicago
Carrie Fisher during her 2016 panel at Wizard World Chicago. Photo by Kay Serna. If you ever have a chance to attend a Carrie Fisher panel, I recommend it. I cannot promise that you will be as del…

Yes I know we are reduced to scavenging for scraps in this dry spell during the long #WaitForVIII  So I’m wondering if anyone (@nonibear11 perhaps?) has come across footage or the exact quote for the below highlighted portion of the article–

She threw out a lot of great one-liners in regards to Kylo Ren. At one point she called the character Hitler and said that was probably going to prevent Leia from getting any dates. Later when asked which characters would be friends with the new dark side characters she started by saying Rey is very forgiving but then said, “No one would be friends with my son because he’s an asshole. Kids, you’re allowed to say asshole once and only about my son.” She had a running line that the kids in the audience shouldn’t swear and even censored herself once, which she promptly promised would never happen again.  

She also would have liked Leia to do more in The Force Awakens. She joked that included punishing her son.

Because it sounds like that quote about Kylo being an asshole is Carrie Fisher recovering the tough mom facade after a possible reveal earlier about Rey being “forgiving” or sympathetic to a particular new dark side character. Note how she immediately jumped to “my son” even though the question was more broadly formulated as “new dark side characters” according to this write-up. The joke about punishing her son (which she’s made before about spanking Adam Driver) continues to safely pander to the general audience by playing up tough ass-whooping mom.

carry on fic challenge

Hey guys! So Cas and I thought that instead of just taking compliments, we could do two things. One is people can submit their writing, art, etc. to us and we could post it on here if you’re too nervous or shy to post it on your blog. Does that sound like a good idea or no?

Also, the challenge thing, is that we’re going to give everyone a sentence or a topic and let the fic writers loose with their imagination to write whatever comes to mind. Do you guys like this idea or no?