i can't get into cas's mind

  • Dean: Sammy, I have to tell you something.
  • Sam, slowly pulling rainbow flag out from under shirt: yes?
  • Dean: I just, it's been on my mind...
  • Sam, pulling string that drops rainbow banner down: yes?
  • Dean: I've been wanting to bring it up for a while now,
  • Sam, popping rainbow confetti: uh huh?
  • Dean: I just... I just....
  • Sam, pulling Cas out of a closet: what is it, Dean?
  • Dean: I just can't get over you changing the seat height in my car.
  • Sam, flipping table, shoving Cas back into the closet, sweeping confetti away, pulling down banner: COME ON!!!!
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JIBcon 8, J2 panel:

[a fan asks about what was going through Sam and Dean’s minds when they left the other dimension in 12x23 leaving Cas behind]

Jared: I feel like that… it was a really difficult sequence to shoot because it was short of discombobulated… we’re going between like our natural world and our… uhm…

Jensen: …supernatural world?

We’re proud, Nesnej

Cas is twenty-six and has never been kissed. It’s never been a problem, but now his advisor is saying that his dissertation, a romance novel, is lacking a personal touch and won’t be liked by the board. With one day until it is due Cas is at wits end, but maybe his roommate, Dean, can give him a few pointers. 2.9k [AO3 Link]

“You love me?” Jo asked with wide, open eyes.

Anna nodded back timidly and tried to walk away, but Jo caught her arm before she could make her escape.

“How long? How long, Anna?” she demanded. “How long have you loved me?”

Anna may have been an angel, bright and powerful and able to smite Jo in an instant, but in that moment, the angel looked completely and utterly human. Her eyes were downcast and her lip was perched between her teeth. She looked terrified, which was beyond Jo. How could an angel of the Lord be terrified of a simple human like her?

“Ever since I pulled you from Hell,” she whispered. “When I touched your soul, it was the purest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. From that first caress of your being, I knew that I’d Fall for you, Jo. I just knew.”

“Anna…” Jo trailed off, because what the hell. How could an angel love her, a hunter? It didn’t make any sense, because angels hated hunters. The only reason Jo was topside was because she was a pawn in their games, and even though she thought Anna wasn’t like the others, she still had doubts at times. She thought that Anna was just putting up with her, that Jo’s love for the angel was unrequited.

“I should go,” Anna said as she turned on her heel. Her large, obsidian wings flew out, ready for flight.

Jo felt herself panic as Anna crouched down. She couldn’t let her angel leave, not after a confession like that one.

“No you don’t,” Jo said, reaching forward and turning Anna around. With a fire within her, Jo leaned in and

“Their lips…no. They touch one another with their mouths…no. They…uh…mack on one another for a long time…the end.” Cas pushed his laptop away and ran fingers through his hair, groaning. “This is impossible,” he muttered to himself, and brought his elbows up onto the table.

He’d rewritten the ending scene with Anna and Jo’s kiss a thousand times, but it never worked out. Professor Mills cited a lack of personal touch, and told him to base the kiss on his own experiences. “Add a little raunchiness, will ya?” she said to him with an upturned grin. He nodded and laughed along at the time, but now he was truly panicking. He was never going to finish his dissertation before tomorrow’s board presentation, and it would all be because he’s the only twenty-six year old on the planet who has never been kissed.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried before. Back in college, Cas was almost kissed a few times, the closest being when he was playing a drunken game of spin the bottle with his floormates. It landed on a girl named Meg, a feisty business major who was known for her escapades in the bedroom, but when she leaned in and tried to kiss him, he couldn’t do it. When Cas imagined his first kiss, it always was with someone he really cared about, not some girl from Edlund Hall that he barely knew.

“Yeah, wait until you find the perfect person to kiss. That’ll do you a lot of good,” Cas angrily muttered to himself as he pulled his computer back towards him. The cursor blinked back at him mockingly, and Cas carefully began typing.

“With a fire within her, Jo leaned in and grabbed Anna’s face-”

“No, no, no!” Cas cried out as he pounded on the keys. Even if he had no experience, why couldn’t he write this damn scene? Kissing was not rocket science, and he’s read enough romance novels in his life. Why can’t he just write a few lines and get it over with?


He cringed when Dean’s voice hit his ears. The last thing he needed was his roommate seeing him all up in arms over this, especially since he was the one Cas had been trying to get the courage to kiss for years now. He quickly thought that if he wasn’t such a coward, then maybe he’d be able to not fail out of his dissertation.

“In my bedroom!” Cas called out, and began fruitlessly typing nonsense as Dean’s footsteps ricocheted off the hardwood floors, stopping when he reached Cas’s door.

“You okay?” Dean asked, and Cas turned around to see his friend leaning against the doorframe, lips turned up into a smirk as he toed the ground with his boot.

Perhaps it’s heightened by Cas’s troubles, but Dean looked even more handsome than usual. His jeans were rolled up at the bottom, revealing his ankles, and his white t-shirt was dirtied from his work shift at the garage. Combined with his playful gaze and his hands in his pockets, Cas felt himself blanching.

“Earth to Cas? You there, buddy?” Dean said as nodded in his direction.

Cas blinked owlishly a few times before going back to his laptop. “Yes, I’m sorry. I’m just trying to finish my dissertation.”

Dean walked over to his computer and peered over Cas’s shoulder. He could feel Dean’s breath on his neck, and it took everything in him to not turn his head and close the distance between them. It would be the perfect moment to get experience-

“Wow, this sucks,” Dean snorted, and alas, the moment was broken.

Cas glared up at Dean and pushed away from his desk. “You think it’s crappy? I’m presenting this to the board tomorrow,” Cas reminded him with emphasis. “And you decide to tell me now that it’s crappy?”

Dean held up his hands and backed away into the bed. He plopped down and replied, “Crappy isn’t the right word. It’s just…lacking. Jo grabbed Anna’s face and kissed her until they broke apart tells me nothing,” he said, quoting the last thing Cas wrote down. “I want to read about what the kiss felt like for Jo, you know?”

Cas took a deep breath and took a seat next to Dean. He folded his hands in his lap and glanced out the window, then asked the question that had been on his mind all day. “What does it feel like to be kissed, Dean?”

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So apparently my theme for today is to just think about Dean scamming his friends and Cas just whatever about it.

Any who,

Don’t think about Dean making another bet with another friend when they spot Cas in the campus’ cafeteria getting some tea. And Dean is just, “check this, I bet you 50 bucks that I can get Novak’s study guide notes and you know, his number and an ass grab.” And the friend just bursts out laughing like, “Dean, do you think I’m an idiot? Novak doesn’t lust after anyone who isn’t a 1,200 word book on a dusty shelf in the library.”

And Dean holds out his hand like, “Then you have nothing to worry about.”

So like before, the friend takes the bet and grabs a table to watch Dean’s downfall and epic demise of being crushed by the infamous Castiel Novak who turns down everyone’s advances.

Dean, being the sly fox that he is, just goes up to Cas by the counter where he’s waiting for his tea and leans close to his ear and whispers, “okay, okay, I know I said I’d stop with the bets when my friends figured out we’re dating but my friends are dense like me so babe, there are still a few who haven’t caught on.”

And Cas just sighs and goes, “you’re an awful friend.”

Then Dean just smiles and steps into Cas’ space and puts his hands on his hips and goes, “but you like me and quite frankly that’s all that really matters.” Then Cas wraps his arms around Dean’s neck and Dean kisses him and his hands slip down and just GRABS THE BOOTY and the friend is choking on air because WHAT?!

AND Dean just smiles and goes, “I was wondering, you mind if I borrow your biology notes for our test next week?”

And Cas shakes his head like, “no, I don’t mind. You’re not going to use them anyway. You’re better at biology than I am. So I’m assuming this is apart of your hustle?”

And Dean just grins and pulls away some before kissing Cas’ cheek. “Yeah.”

“Hustle on then.” And he just gives him the notebook and kisses him on this jaw before grabbing his tea.

And Dean grinning at Cas like, “I found me the one who respects the hustle.” And it doesn’t get any better than that for Dean.

littlesunshinesammy  asked:

Congrats on your near 5.5k! That's so exciting! If you have the time, I'd like to request Cas and his amazing hands please and thank you :3 Can't wait to read them all! <3

I actually received several requests for all of Team Free Will and their hands. So if you don’t mind, my dear, I’m going to use your ask to talk about them all. And of course, I’m going to get all smutty with it.


Cas has amazing hands. They are soft, because Jimmy Novak didn’t have the kind of job that would give him blisters or callouses. He has long, surprisingly graceful fingers that can wield a weapon easily and accurately, a trait Cas wishes wasn’t necessary.

Jimmy Novak’s hands were fine, but they are different now that Cas controls them. There is a power surging through them that wasn’t there before. You can feel his grace pulsing when he touches you, reminding you that Cas is an ancient and formidable force. He keeps his strength in check when he’s around you, but you can feel it simmering in those hands when they clutch at you.

Just imagine Cas running those hands over your clavicle, pressing with just the slightest restrained pressure, then trailing down between your breasts to your ribs, mapping out the curves of your body as if he wanted to memorize them, to worship them with his fingertips…and when he starts to move those fingers, exploring all your sensitive spots, you find yourself totally at his mercy.


Sam’s hands are just so fucking big.

He holds your face when he kisses you, and his hands can wrap all the way around your head, fingers tangling in your hair at the back of your head while his thumbs brush across your lips.

They are hardened from years of hunting, but still warm and inviting. You like how Sam spreads his hand across the small of your back as you walk, letting you know you’re safe and protected. You also like how that same hand on your back can hold you down into a mattress as he fucks into you without mercy, pushing you to heights of passion you didn’t know existed.

Those hands throw you around a lot, as if you are weightless, pulling and pushing you into whatever position Sam is currently craving. Sometimes, he wraps his fingers around your wrists, squeezing just enough to let you know that he is in control- that if you move, it’s because he’s letting you move. And that is hot as hell. 


Dean’s hands are rough and calloused, and dangerous. He can shoot a gun and snap a neck with equal, methodical ease, and it’s equal parts scary and sexy.

For all their brutality in hunting, his hands are always tender when they touch you. You love the feel of them on your skin. His fingers are long and dextrous, and dig into you like they want to hold on forever.

Dean’s hands show how passionate he truly is, from the way they ghost across your body like you’re fragile and precious, to the way they squeeze and flex into your ass and thighs, always seeking to pull you closer, closer, closer. He also makes it his mission to touch every part of you in a way that sends a jolt of heat to pool between your legs- he wants you to feel good, wants to know that you are satisfied.

And once you are satisfied, so satisfied that you can barely move, Dean’s hands still won’t leave you. He laces his fingers through yours or runs his hands up and down your back, craving that connection, always telling you through his hands that you are not alone.

the only explanation i can come up with for dean being back in purgatory is that sam’s going to catch dean and cas making out and dean’s going to be like, “look…it’s not a big deal” and sam’s gonna be like “HOW CAN U SAY THIS ISN’T A BIG DEAL” and dean’s gonna be like “well, actually, we’ve been fucking since purgatory”

*flashback to cas and dean fucking in purgatory*

ambersagen  asked:

All I can think of is Omega!Cas being so tiny and grumpy and cute that Alpha!Dean can't keep his hands off of him, but every time he goes to scoop him up he can barely hold him because Cas weighs so much! Alpha!Dean doesn't know if it's because Cas is an angel the size of a skyscraper squeezed into a petite little omega body or if it's because he is 100+lb of pure muscle, but either way he gets a smack for insinuating that Cas is chubby enough to be carrying a whole load of pups...

I love this! ♥♥

I’m always up for Dean going “I can carry this small nerdy dude!” and then quickly changing his mind because Cas is a lot heavier than he looks *lol*

The ‘whole load of pups’ thing is going to get Dean into trouble, I just know it ;D

“Pls don’t post but do you still feel positive about canon Destiel? I didn’t expect they never addressed the final fight scene in 1022 properly and once again Cas played no role in what’s important to Dean. I feel that not only even subtextual Destiel is gone but Cas’ position on the show has become very questionable. But again it is just one (very terrible and makes no sense at all) episode, but it’s a finale so I don’t know how to feel.”

To the person who sent me this…  I’m taking your name off it since I have anon disabled but feel I inevitably need to address this so people know where I fall…

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Can’t Get You Out of My Mind Chapter 8

Chaptered Fic: Chapter 8/?

Pairing: Phan

Rating: Like T for teen atm (mild language, some like PG-13 physical contact this chapter)

Chapter Word Count: 2683  / Full Fic Count: 20972

Summary: Phil is weird in many ways, but there’s one thing about him that is weirder than most. He has the ability to enter people’s dreams. Normally, he just hops into a random friend’s dream and goes along for the ride. Until, that is, the new kid, Dan Howell, comes along. From the moment they meet, Phil can’t stop get him out of is head….. And Dan may have a hard time keeping Phil out of his. Literally.

Warnings:  semi-nightmares, one instance of vague bedwetting (minor character), some language



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