something quick from just now! warming up a little. until the gag reel, i totally spaced that cas got hit with that rabid dog thing! i think i’d been asked how i hope this would pan out??? but i hope crowley gets out, gets the winchesters and is all like, “MAKE IT STOP PUT A LEASH ON HIM IDK WHAT TO DO I HATE MY MOM”

Dad: *comes into my room*

Me: *looks up from VERY dirty and very entertaining Destiel smut.* “Yeah?”

Dad: “Who can you. Still possibly be texting?”

Me: “I’m not texting any one, I’m reading.

Dad: "Really? All this time?”
Me: “yes”

Dad: “read me a sentence.

Me: *looks down at phone and reads line to herself. ‘The Angel Cried out in pure ecstasy as Dean pushed himself deeper, moaning his love’s name as he did. 'Harder, please Dean, harder,’ Castiel whispered.’

Me:

Dad:

Me: I’m lying, I’m texting my friend, she says hi.

Mr. Perfect

Originally posted by cassammydean


A/N: A super short drabble to keep you tied over until I get some time. It’s mostly just dialogue, but I couldn’t help it - I’ve wanted to write this small idea for a while now. It’s really simple and nothing special but seriously adorable.

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“She said I’m not her type” Dean said in between bites of bacon, “I’m everyone’s type!” he exclaimed and finished chewing. You laughed and hopped up to sit on the library table with your feet dangling in the air.

“You aren’t Mr. Perfect, Dean” you said and stole a fry from his plate.

“What is a type?” Castiel asked. He was seated at the head of the table, quietly playing with his tie.

“It’s a type of person. Some girls like the tough-type, some like really soft and cuddly guys” you explained and Castiel nodded.

“So what’s your type?” Dean asked, a smirk playing on his face. You crossed your legs at the ankle and rocked them back at forth.

“Strong” you said, “Definitely a strong guy” and Dean looked up.

“I’m strong” he said, “Didn’t you see me beat that shape shifter to a pulp yesterday?”

“I lifted the anvil in the bank” Castiel said and you nodded.

“I think Cas beat you on that one, Dean” you said and he rolled his eyes. Castiel stood up and dragged his chair closer so he sat directly in front of you.

“What else?” he asked. Dean leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms in waiting.

“Uh” you hardly whispered, “I like a guy who’s funny” you said and looked at both boys. Dean was beaming and you rolled your eyes. Castiel tilted his head in thought before saying, “Knock knock”

“Who’s there?” you asked, playing along.

“Olive” Cas said, a nervous smile blooming on his face.

“Olive who?”

“Olive you” he said and you smiled while Dean bust out laughing. “Dean taught me that one” he said and you eyed Dean suspiciously.

“Why would you teach Cas exactly that one?” you asked and Dean raised a brow at you suggestively.

“Keep the list rolling, Y/N” Dean said and you rapped your fingers on the table.

“A guy who’s caring and really sweet” you said and Castiel smiled. You couldn’t help but blush under his gaze. Dean smirked watching you and crossed his arms.

“But also tough. I don’t want a guy who won’t stand up for himself” you continued. Dean stood up and grabbed another piece of bacon and with a full mouth said, “So you basically want Cas” and continued walking towards the kitchen.

“What? Dean!” you shouted towards him, blushing profusely. You looked at Castiel who was watching you with big eyes.

“Sorry, Cas, Dean is kinda-”

“Is he right?” he asked. “Am I your type?” Castiel pressed. You bit your lip and smiled, bowing your head down so your hair covered your face. The chair legs scratched against the floor as he stood and you looked up.

“I’m funny and strong?” he asked, reaching for your hand.

“And tough and caring” you added and Castiel smiled. “So yes, you are” you answered his question.

“Good” he said and you raised a brow at him before letting him press his lips to yours. You tried to sit up higher to reach him but he just grabbed you by the waist and stood you up.

“Yep, definitely strong” you said and Castiel nodded, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“More tongue, Cas!” Dean shouted from the hallway and you whispered, “Help me kill him?”

Castiel nodded and you began to run after Dean whose face wasn’t as smug anymore. Your feet carried you quickly and you grabbed Castiel’s hand, dragging him behind you as you ran.

5

Imagine: Dean visiting you at work and stealing your things.

When Dean started taking your calls you knew you made a mistake. He couldn’t keep his hands off anything. He was acting like your son, not your boyfriend. “Would you stop touching things?” You say as you smack his hand before he touches your laptop.

“Sorry but everything looks so cool.”

“How about we go walk around for a bit?” He nods as you stand up.

“And put that back.” You say without looking back and hear a little *ting* replaced by a sigh.