don't look at this oh cas

Peggy: You’re late.

Steve: I couldn’t call my ride.

Bucky *internally*: They look like they’re going to kiss. Are they going to kiss? Oh my God. They’re going to kiss.

Bucky: HEY!

Bucky *internally*: Wait, did I say that out loud? Oh no. I said it out loud. Everyone’s staring.

Bucky: Let’s hear it for Captain America! 

Bucky *internally*: Phew. That was close. Nice save Barnes. Nailed it. No one suspects a thing. Conceal don’t feel.

Castiel, Prince of Hell. It’s catchy. It rhymes.

I warned y’all that this speculation might piss people off, so I’ll just go ahead and throw it up there in the title so that way you can skip it if you so choose.

We know we’re in for a hell of a cliffhanger this year. (”You guys are going to hate me.” - Mark Pellegrino. Or something like that.) I mean, we always are, because that’s what the show does… but how about more of one than usual? 

Could Cas be next season’s Big Bad, as a Prince of Hell?

Yeah, yeah – I know. Many of you are just gonna smile politely, nod, and whisper to each other about that one lady yelling about glowing eyes again. (I do yell about eyeballs a lot. Have I mentioned that I like glowing eyes today? Well, if you didn’t know - I dig glowing eyeballs. That said, there’s way more to this than glowing eyeballs.)

But hear me out if you have the patience, because I have a bunch of words here explaining why I’m seeing this (even though I’m gonna say there’s like… a 7.3% chance of this actually happening, just because I like pulling totally random stats out of my butt). I already know @mittensmorgul​ does NOT see this happening at all. But if/when it doesn’t happen, maybe somebody will be inspired to write an awesome canon-divergent fic over the summer.

So, if you’re interested, surge on ahead.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if it'd help, but Cas's dying smile in 12x12 pretty much looks like Cas's pained smile when he was with Crowley and was asked by Dean if he was still working with crowley. Cas is so going to be so irked now that Crowley saved him :p

Working with Crowley: confirmed to be as terrible as a slow rotting death via poisoned spear.


And yes Cas’s “oh god Crowley just saved me AGAIN what the FUCK do I now OWE him oh god please say “never mention it again” oh god he’s GONE do I have to be NICE to him now what the FUCK just happened” face is one of his best so far on the entire show, while he’s lying there on that sofa just… ruing everything.

spacecomrades  asked:

What are your thoughts on deans expression after cas said I love you? I don't think it was an accident that the camera cut right to him I'd love to know your thoughts

Oh goddddddddd, it wasnt an accident. There are no accidnets in editing.

Okay, thanks to @novaks for these gifs

In my mind, Dean’s thinking “Shit you have to say this NOW?” there’s anger and so much regret that it’s taken so long, so much GUILT that he brought Cas to this, that he doesn’t deserve it, Jesus this si a bombshell and Cas drops it NOW. But Dean knows too and now everyone KNOWS and it’s when CAS IS DYING AND DEAN CANNOT EVEN LOOK AT HIM AND THINK OF IT.

I have a lot of feeling.

Castiel's Birthday Surprise

Castiel hates his birthday and won’t tell Dean why. This year Dean plans to celebrate in his own way.

Dean is kneeling on their bed, naked, and working himself open with his fingers, waiting for Cas to come home. He makes slow work of it, knowing he might not be home for a bit still and wants to make sure he’s ready to go when he walks in.

He debates sending a few sexy snapchats, but decides against it in case it’s too sexy and Cas gets into an accident or something.
Instead, he texts Castiel saying he has a special surprise waiting for him in the bedroom when he gets home.

When Cas walks in the door of the bedroom, he gasps at the sight of Dean fucking himself with only his fingers, his lacy panties pulled to the side, as though he just couldn’t wait. Dean looks at him, waiting, eyes full of lust.
“Happy birthday, babe.”

Cas stands in the doorway for just a minute to watch Dean fuck himself and moan in anticipation and lust. He makes quick work of taking off his own clothes and kneels behind Dean, gently guiding him onto all fours, for easier access.

He lines the head of his cock up with Dean’s ass and sinks in. They both moan.
“Oh, Dean, you feel so good”. Cas breathes

He then proceeds to fuck Dean into the mattress and make him scream.

anonymous asked:

I'm still not over that part in 12x19 when deans face contorted into panic and he screamed "NOO" when cas was about to be killed 🙉 Don't think I'll ever be over it lol

Will any of us be?

It still wasn’t as amazing as this though, this is one of my favourite moments from ANYTHING ON TV EVER:

Originally posted by driverpicksthemuusic

margarittet  asked:

Okay, I've been looking at Misha's pics today (because reasons), and it struck me again how they ugly him down for the show? Admittedly they do it to most characters except maybe Crowley, but Cas... Misha is a really gorgeous man, you can see on his Twitter and during cons, but when I watch season 12 I feel they make him look older and more tired than he really is. And don't get me started on the new coat! Any ideas why they do it? Is it the narrative or something else?

Hello, my lovely! How nice to hear from you! Oh, there are always reasons for Misha-picture looking. I know those reasons well. My, my, here’s one right here.


And yes, I am in total agreement with you - this gorgeous man is lumped into a weird-ass coat and an oversized tie that honestly make him look like… I think I read the term “potato” somewhere - could very well be a @tinkdw quote - and it is rather frustrating because HE IS NOT A POTATO. (I refer to the above smoulder of If I Asked You To You’d Get Naked Right Now I Know You Would) (yes) (yes I would) 

So why make him look like a spud rather than a stud?

I have this friend who I discussed this with rather recently **Tink** and she said that it must be a conscious choice by wardrobe to make him look just a little out of place, a little uncomfortable, a little left off-centre. Because he does, doesn’t he? This whole season has dealt so much with “belonging”. For Mary, but especially for Cas, because where Mary found a place for her hunter-self with the BMoL, Cas has more or less just drifted. (until now, thank you Lucifer’s unborn son) 

So yeah, I believe it is the narrative informing wardrobe. And the narrative this season especially has dictated that Cas is not content, is not certain of where he belongs or even where he wants to belong (he sort of knows where he wants to belong, but he’s not convinced he does belong there), and he has been depressed about this the whole season: hence the seeming tired, despondent, lost. He has been so, so lost. He’s shedding all of this baggage now, though. 

I mean… 


(Sidebar: that dead body in the background, guys. *scrunchy face* Sorry to add to finale angst, but Luci is clearly on a killing spree. I’m a little excited to see him back and powerful again. But my money is on TFW. If the boys can manage to assemble, that is…)

Thanks for the ask, margarittet!! xx

fangirlwritten  asked:

is it bad / weird that i imagine what people look like based on their profile pic? like you as dean typing away at a keyboard in between hunts on his private blog Sam and Cas don't know about. lmao

Hahahaha. Oh, Dean. XOXO

Don't tell Sam -a human Cas destiel short

Dean and Sam walk into the bunker to see two pizza boxes and fast food burger wrappers.
Dean walks into his room to see Cas lying on his bed in Dean’s boxers and one of Dean’s shirts. He soon Wakes up and looks over to him.“oh sorry my stuff needed washing and it’s closer to my size than Sam’s.” Dean becomes all flustered and embarrassed. “Oh I’m sorry,” Cas began,“ I’ll go find somewhere else to sleep” he said starting to walk off. “No.” Dean stopped him grabbing his arm,“ you can stay for tonight. Go lay down and I’ll change out my jacket you know,” he soon returned and pulled off his trousers before laying in bed soon spooned by cas’s warm figure. “Don’t tell Sam I’m the little spoon.” Dean muttered as they fell into a warm sleep.

Dean is trying to get Cas laid in a bar and things end in way Dean hadn’t quite expected.

Be Direct

“No, don’t stare,” Dean was lecturing in frustration, hand pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed. Cas, head snapping forward, twitched his eyes back and forth, wondering silently how one went about not staring. Was he not always, technically, staring?

Beside the two, first beer still in hand, Sam was laughing, head shaking as he leaned his elbows up against the bar. He was quite settled to simply watch and see how this whole scheme of Dean’s went.

“How am I to qualify my interest if I don’t evaluate my options?” Cas asked, just as frustrated as Dean with the situation.

“By not staring at every woman in the bar for five minutes straight!” Dean hissed.

“That is an exaggeration.”

“Christ Cas, how’d you ever get laid in the first place?” Huffing, Dean had leaned heavily against the bar, his beer mug sitting half full beside him as he looked Cas critically up and down. Now, granted, guy wasn’t the youngest looking, and the coat was a bit frumpy, but still, Dean was certain he shouldn’t have any problems. Just so long as he quit with the long, critical stares at everyone.

“It wasn’t that difficult,” Cas replied, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he cocked his head to the side. “She came on to me actually, so there was very little work involved. Until the intercourse.”

Sam snorted, beer sputtering from between his lips.

“Right…” Dean deadpanned, taking a deep breath to prepare himself. “Well, first thing’s first, you can’t stare like that, alright? It’s creepy.” Dean knew plenty from experience. Granted, Cas’s intense eye contact had long since lost its creep factor with him, but that was a special case. Him and Cas were practically best friends. They could just read each other like that, through their eyes. Nothing weird about it.

“How am I to evaluate my options then?” Cas turned to look at Dean, a small frown creasing his curious expression.

“You skim,” Dean explained, allowing his own gaze scan the room as he did. Shadows, pool, cigarette smoke hovering above their heads – typical seedy place they frequented. It was happy hour however, so there was a generous number of patrons around, as well as quite a few ladies looking for attention.

He returned his look to Cas. “Only time you stare is if someone catches your eye, and even then, you don’t stare like… like you do.”

“Like I do?”

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“It’s just a fact, Cas. Wherever I go, everything I touch–it falls apart.”

Cas was still staring at you, apparently perplexed. There was a slightly frantic look in his eyes. He knew you were teetering on the edge of doing something you wouldn’t be able to reverse; leaving or making a deal or sacrificing yourself in some other way, martyring yourself. “Don’t you understand? Without you, I fall apart. I’m in love with you. And without you I’m a shadow of what you make me. You can’t truly think that without you my life will be better.”

  • Dean: *sees fake Cas and fake Dean kissing*
  • Dean: What're they doing?
  • Marie: Uhhh kids these days call it hugging...
  • Dean: Is that in the show?
  • Marie: Oh, no, Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in real life...although, we do explore the nature of Destiel in act two.
  • Dean: Sorry, what?
  • Marie: Oh it's just subtext...but, then again, you know you can't spell subtext without S E X.
  • Dean: *looks into camera like in The Office*
  • -
  • Sam: I don't understand.
  • Dean: Me neither.
  • Sam: I mean, shouldn't it be Deastiel?
  • Dean: Really? That's your issue with this?
  • Sam: *giggles* no, of course that's not my issue. You know, how about Sasstiel? Samstiel?
  • Dean: Okay, alright, you know what? You're gonna do that thing where you just shut the hell up, forever.
  • -
  • Sam: CasDean?
  • Dean: Shut your face, get in the car!

Happy New Year to all Destiel shippers! I hope 2016 will bring you lots of love and happiness!

“So… Any new year’s resolutions, Cas? Anything you wanna make sure to do next year?”

Dean grinned at his best friend, fingers toying with his beer bottle. The conversation was easy, light. Sam had disappeared into the kitchen moments ago, getting them another round of beers and some snacks. It was the most basic way to celebrate New Year’s Eve; just the three of them in the bunker, watching some TV and having a drink. In all honesty, Dean wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Blue eyes blinked at Dean from the other end of the couch, full of thought for a moment, but then Cas smiled gently. He looked oddly ruffled without the bulky overcoats; top button of his white shirt undone, tie loose. It made Dean light in the head in a way that he couldn’t possibly blame on the two beers that he’d had.

“As a matter of fact, there’s something…” Castiel mused out loud, putting down his own now empty bottle.

“Oh?” Dean pried, curious as to what was on Cas’ to-do-list. “Wanna share with the class?”

Several heartbeats passed before the angel shifted, angling his body so that he was actually facing Dean, suggesting that he was about to tell something of great significance, a secret perhaps.

“In the year 2016, I want to finally find the courage to kiss the one that I have feelings for.” He stated confidently, as if he hadn’t just dropped a huge bomb.

Dean, who had been in the middle of taking a sip, coughed up his beer at that revelation. There was a sudden hollow feeling in his gut. Cas wanted to kiss someone. Cas had feelings for someone. And Dean didn’t like that idea one bit.

Truth be told, it was Dean’s own fault. His own fault for being a coward and never having the balls to talk to the angel about what the deal was with the two of them. Naturally, Castiel would move on once the right person showed up. Nonetheless, it hurt Dean more than he had anticipated, and by now he didn’t doubt that he looked absolutely crestfallen, but he couldn’t even be bothered to keep his face in check.

He knew that this was his cue to be a good friend and ask who the lucky person was, and support Cas, telling him to go for it. Before Dean could do either of those things, Castiel’s heavy sigh put an end to Dean’s mental debate.

“You are unbelievable, Dean Winchester.” The angel muttered, rolling his eyes, almost as if mocking Dean.

In a blink, Castiel scooted closer to Dean until their knees were an inch from touching. Much slower, he leaned in until they were practically nose to nose. Dean swallowed at their close proximity, but in the back of his mind a very hopeful voice was cheering at this new development. Shit, did Cas mean…

The answer was found in Cas’ soft lips against Dean’s, meeting in the middle, Dean tugging on Cas’ tie to pull him as close as possible as they tasted each other for the first time. As their mouths moved in sync, Dean realized that they should’ve done this years ago. Oh well, better late than never.

They hastily broke apart at the sound of Sam clearing his throat. Dean could feel a blush spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as they both looked up, shooting Sam matching apologetic glances.

Sam however, just shrugged as he handed them their beers, lips twitching into a smirk.

“You two couldn’t wait until midnight, huh? Figures.”

Dean’s blush was soon replaced by a smug grin, his hand shyly reaching for Cas’ knee. Hell yeah, 2016 was going to be awesome.

Honestly I love telling people about what’s going on in Supernatural because the look they give you is priceless. Like “Oh yeah, God is bisexual and this gay angel is possessed by Satan. I love Satan and all but he’s being kind of a cockblock. So what’s up with you?”