castiels problem

Things that will make you go blind

Misha Taking off his shirt:

Misha with long blonde hair

Misha having hips that don’t fucking lie

Misha being inappropriate in public

Misha Collins being inappropriate on screen

Jogging booty

Misha Collins wearing this outfit

And this one

Castiel being a cute, untrusting, squinty angel butt

Misha Collins shipping it so fucking hard

And having the bluest blue to ever blue

Basically don’t ever look at Misha Collins. It’s a trap.

INKTOBER | DAY 22

my back is killing me, so this is actually a cas piece i did earlier this month that i totally spaced that i did! i think it’s because the anatomy got pretty lost while i was inking, and then i tried to fix it, and then i decided i was done lol

i have a bunch of color archival ink pens that i keep spacing i have, and i know i did this to play with the red one! a little morbid but y’know

I have a weakness for characters who’s defining feature is a capacity for love that for all intents and purposes shouldn’t even exist. When it comes down to it, this is why Cas is my favourite character.

Castiel is an ancient disembodied being, who has witnessed the evolution of life on earth from the very beginning, but who somehow fell in love with a human being who’s lifespan must feel like a mere blip in time to someone as old as him.

When thinking about it this way, I even kind of get why most angels are “dicks”. Why should they care about individual humans when they have been here millions of years before them and expect to still be here after humans have long gone extinct. That’s why even the angels who were more on the friendly side, always acted a little aloof. The only equivalent I can think of is a human being who loves nature and wants to preserve a certain species of insects. That person wouldn’t love an individual animal of that species, but care for the species as a whole.

But then there is Cas. Who somehow loves his human family so much, that he would gladly give his eternal life for them and has done so many times already.

Can you imagine loving something with the lifespan of a mayfly? No? Then consider the capacity for love within Cas and explain to me how some people can not admire him for the truly miraculous creature he is.

Have You Tried Seducing?

Anon Requests: Do you think you could do something like Reader is only wearing Cas’s shirt and they’re in the living room or kitchen or some place like that and Cas thinks it’s Sexy so he decides to fuck reader and they break something, which wakes up in the Winchesters and the Winchesters walk in and Reader get’s embarrassed but Castiel don’t stop fucking until he’s done? Thank you! AND How about a cas x reader where cas has been in love with reader for ages but never acted on his feelings/urges because he’s an angel and it’s a sin for an angel to be with a human(it’s forbidden). The reader overheard cas confess his affection for her to the Winchester boys and she decides to seduce him because she’s always liked him too but felt he hated her(but he was just avoiding temptation). So he just cracks and some really good smut follows and then some cute fluff 🤗 love you btw ✊🏽

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, a little bit of dirty talk, language, nsfw gif further below the cut!!

A/N: I decided to combine 2 requests for this one. hope thats alright!

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3 weeks.

It had been 3 weeks since you had overheard Castiel confess his love for you to Sam and Dean.

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I don't normally fall in love, but when I do, they're AT LEAST ONE of these 3 things:

1. Twice my age
2. Halfway across the world
3. Fictional

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“I’m doing my best in impossible circumstances. My “friends”, they abandon me, plot against me. It’s difficult to understand.”   (insp)

First Impressions

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Castiel works as a teller at his local bank, and Dean is a new mystery customer that brings in a wad of cash and crumpled singles once a week to deposit into his account.

Working as a bank teller was definitely a unique and interesting experience - and one that Castiel generally enjoyed.

Of course, there were always the customers that raised hell when they walked through the door, complaining about incorrect overdraft fees or loan interests, but for the most part, the people were pleasant and Castiel didn’t mind plastering a smile onto his face for five or six hours at a time.

He and the other tellers had their favorite customers that they always talked about, whether for the entertainment factor, or because they genuinely liked them.

There was the nice old woman who always updated the teller on her grandson’s theater career; the middle aged man who generally arrived drunk and so sure that he was a millionaire even though he wasn’t; the college-aged girl who came in with a different hair color every time; and a younger man who kept trying to convince the teller that he was haunted.

Yes, Castiel was sure that he’d seen it all - and then one day, Dean Winchester came through his line.

The moment Castiel looked up as the new face approached the counter, he was thrown off. Sandy and deliberately coiffed hair framed a perfectly symmetrical face that he was sure he’d seen on a famous statue in some museum or another. Soft green eyes blinked at him with an even softer smile as he leaned forward against the counter and tilted his head.

“Hey,” the man said, his voice almost as smooth as the marble his arms were resting against.

“Hello.” Castiel cleared his throat and smiled, praying to God that it looked natural. “How can I help you today, sir?”

The man pulled out his ID and slid it across the counter.

Dean Winchester, it read.

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