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It’s been a hell of a morning.

First, Castiel’s alarm doesn’t go off. He wakes up with approximately five minutes to get out of the house, miss-lines up the buttons of his shirt, can’t find his freshly ironed pants and so has to wear the creased ones, and accidentally knocks his toothbrush into the toilet. After brushing his teeth with his finger, Cas manages to find a pair of socks without holes in them, but completely forgoes the brush and any attempt at shaving, instead clawing his way to the coffee machine. Gabriel has left his apartment an absolute mess, but he doesn’t have time do anything but be royally pissed.

As if all this isn’t bad enough, Castiel’s coffeemaker freaks out and jams, so he has to pick up something on the way, but the barista fills his cup too much and he ends up spilling it on his poorly buttoned shirt. And onto his pants. When he’s trying to wipe himself off, doing acrobatics to try and keep his messenger bag and laptop dry, he realizes his tie has been tied backwards.

Needless to say, when Cas runs down into the subway only to squeeze into a cart filled beyond its maximum capacity, he’s not a happy camper.

When the stupid train stalls in the middle of a tunnel, he’s even less happy.

When he’s in the middle of dabbing himself, letting go of the metal bar to get at a particularly wet stain, and the train jolts to a start, Castiel is embarrassed.

Why? Well, he’d noticed the supremely attractive specimen of man sitting down in front of him, but he’d spent every second since carefully looking everywhere but lighter hair and nice lips. Not that the man even acknowledged Cas at all; he’d looked up from his book only when the train had stopped, and that had been to roll his outrageously green eyes. Castiel had been treated to a better view of light freckles before the man looked down once more, long lashes fanning out against his skin.

The bottom line is that the man is very attractive.

Currently, Cas is sitting in his lap.

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The Secret Garden

One afternoon Dean finds out that the bunker has a secret garden.

Dean didn’t even know that small little spot of land behind the bunker existed. He happens upon the area while wandering around the bunker trying to find Cas who had literally been in the kitchen like two seconds ago, but Dean turned his back and when he turned back around, Cas was gone. Dean had been trying to teach him how to make coffee. Not that Cas didn’t know how to make coffee, he just didn’t know how to make good coffee. Obviously this activity wasn’t very interesting to Cas who decided to leave right when Dean was about to explain the importance of an equal coffee grains to water ratio.

Dean wanders around for five minutes, checking all of Cas’s usual spaces. The library, his room, the garage and he is nowhere to be found. So Dean starts trying random doors. There are a lot of rooms in the bunker that Dean hasn’t explored. He wants to, there just hasn’t been time with the whole angels thing. He ends up in a dark, clearly unused area of the bunker somewhere on the second floor. Most of the rooms in this hallway are locked except for one. When he turns the doorknob and opens the door, he is blinded by the glaring light of the sun.

Stepping through the doorway, he shields his eyes from the sun with his hand, blinking at the sudden brightness. Ten feet in front of him stands Cas, silhouetted by the sunlight. The other man has his eyes trained on the sun, blinking slowly at the brightness above him. Dean steps forward, coming to rest at Cas’s side.

“Cas? What are you doing?” Dean asks, looking at Cas who completely disregards him and instead glances at the small garden around them.  It isn’t really a garden so to speak, more like a large square of dirt filled with various sorts of rocks and sticks, walled in by seven feet tall brick walls.

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In which Dean turns thirty-six.

Dean Winchester is not thirty-six years old.

If you want to get technical about it, he isn’t even one. Hell, he’s died and come back so many times; Dean doesn’t know how old he is. And after the Mark, well… he’s trying to figure out where he falls in the spectrum of ‘dead/alive/damned’. Birthdays kinda take a backseat.

This is what Dean is working through at 7:30AM on the 24th of January 2015. Not what he thinks Sam got him, not if Cas is gonna stick around for the day (he probably won’t because he never has and most likely doesn’t even know): if he’s even alive enough to celebrate. If he’s even human enough.

The more Dean thinks about it, the more the answer becomes a resounding ‘no’.

He lays in bed for a half-hour; tossing and turning and staring up at the ceiling. His hands fist in the covers, he takes off his t-shirt, puts it back on, pulls on his pj pants and then kicks them off. By the time 9 o’clock rolls around, Dean is hot, uncomfortable, and has decided to spend the entire day in his room.

And then he hears it: Rumble-talk from the other side of the door, and two sets of feet throwing the small crack of light that gets let into the room.

Dean burrows into his bed and covers his head with his pillow just as he hears the knock.

“Go ‘way, Sammy.”

But when the door cracks open, it isn’t Sam’s voice that filters through the dim.

“Dean?”

Cas.

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Title: Paper Planes
Author: zerostumbleine33
Artist: dudewheresmypie
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural/ Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Dystopian AU
Pairing(s): Dean/Cas, Sam/OC, Charlie/Dorothy
Rating: R
Word Count: 69,489
Warnings: Implied homophobia, explicit language, violence, angst, sexual content

Summary: Far into the future, long after the third world war decimated the earth, there existed two groups of people. On the ground lived the less fortunate, seemingly forgotten by time. Their water and food resources were limited and controlled by the government. High above the ring of pollution and radiation lived the colonies, populated by the elite and those skilled enough to be granted admittance to the military. Dean is 21, a water delivery pilot for the military, who also grew up on Terra. After he returns home for the first time in three years to his hometown in Kansas, he is met by his childhood friend Cas, who he left behind all those years ago. As Dean and Cas fight to find their footing with one another despite the distance between them, Sam uncovers a government secret that will throw the whole world into chaos. Soon, they must all work together to preserve the life they know and fight for a better one.

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Everyone jokes how Jane must be either Gabriel’s or Balthazar’s kid.  Something has always seemed off about that to me, though.  If Metatron has been hiding all this time, how does he know exactly where to find this Nephilim.  Or that she is even the only one on Earth, for that matter.  A far more likely theory, in my opinion, is the reason he knows exactly where to find Jane is that Jane is his.  Metatron has been plotting his revenge for millennia at this point.  He knows the key ingredients required for the spell to enact his revenge.  He would want to make sure these ingredients were at his disposal at a moment’s notice.  A cupid’s bow, an angel’s grace, those two aren’t too hard to round up.  The heart of a Nephilim, however, that’s an entirely different story.  Given how much time Metatron has put into everything, would he really be one to leave such an occurrence to the off chance that some angel got a little frisky.  Or would he make certain of it by taking matters into his own hands.  Not to mention, would he really want to risk the wrath of whichever angel was responsible for the so-called abomination?  He’s read the stories.  He knows to keep things simple, keep the variables at a minimum.  If that means fathering a Nephilim here or there so he’d have a ready sacrifice, that’s one less variable to worry about when the time comes.  All he has to do is wait.

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Everybody’s posting all these awesome, gorgeous, poignant photoset promos for their DCBB fics, and I’m just over here like, 

THEY PROBLY GON FRICK FRACK ON ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE DISNEYLAND ATTRACTIONS

COMING NOVEMBER 13TH

“Sorry. S’cuse me. Sorry. Sorry.” Dean Winchester shuffles to the back of the small plane, biting his lip as he clutches his backpack to his chest, graphs and plans sticking up from the partially zipped back. He’s almost at his seat—the window, left side, last row, when he trips on the foot of some punk-ass kid.  The little asshole, smug as she is, smirks when Dean’s backpack lands with a thump, papers and plans exploding onto the aisle. She giggles obnoxiously and Dean blushes crimson. By the time he’s shuffling toward his seat once more, papers are messily cradled in his arms, crumpled and causing the young man to clumsily bump into things. Half the plane is glaring at him and his thick, black-framed glasses are askew on his nose.

Plus, he’s got the window seat on this tin deathtrap. Looking heavenward, Dean mutters a ‘fuck me’ to the plane ceiling, mumbling an apology to the glaring father across the aisle. Why? Well, because, his plane buddy is already in the appropriate aisle seat. Awesome.

“Sorry, dude, I just gotta…”

Blue eyes look up from a battered copy of The Hobbit, frowning at the spectacle before him. He shifts a little.

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DCBB 2014: Paper Planes, written by zerostumbleine33 & illustrated by dudewheresmypie

Coming Halloween 2014

Far into the future, long after the third world war decimated the earth, there existed two groups of people. On the ground lived the less fortunate, seemingly forgotten by time. Their water and food resources were limited and controlled by the government. High above the ring of pollution and radiation lived the colonies, populated by the elite and those skilled enough to be granted admittance to the military. Dean is 21, a water delivery pilot for the military, who grew up on Terra. After he returns home for the first time in three years to his hometown in Kansas, he is met by his childhood friend Cas, who he left behind all those years ago. As Dean and Cas fight to find their footing with one another despite the distance between them, Sam uncovers a government secret that will throw the whole world into chaos. Soon, they must all work together to preserve the life they know and fight for a better one.

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I was tagged by cas-the-wise and I gathered that I’m supposed to post six selfies taken this year… Not sure that this is exactly a great summation of the year or anything, but it looks like 2014 was the year dressed up as a scarecrow for Halloween, cosplayed fem!Dean, started caring more about my fitness and health (hence the sweaty pics), and took a selfie with my cat.

P.S. The other girl in the top pic is my sister (who has guest liveblogged here before). Also… I take wayyyy to many flexing selfies.

I read this great quote at the beginning of the year, it said something along the lines of, “2013 was the year I figured out who I wanted to be.  2014 is the year I become that person.” It’s been one heck of a year… and I think I made the best of it.

I tag: captainlafitte, appleblossomdean, unholyseraphs​, snuggydeamon, and endversecas DO IT. I want to see your beautiful faces.

Maybe it’s a bad idea. Maybe…

“Cas!”

Castiel whirls around, hands quickly hiding the construction paper valentine behind his back. It’s large and kind of lopsided, but his Gabriel said it was just perfect: green like Dean’s eyes, big like his heart.

…It’s even got that one mistake that resembles the hole where his friend’s front teeth should be.

“Cas, here, I got something for you!”

Dean practically jumps up and down in his excitement, gap-toothed grin widening as he reveals, with a flourish, what is behind his back. “See?!” he exclaims. “It’s for today! For Valentime’s!”

In his little fingers, Dean holds a red rose.

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