it wouldn't let me reblog it for some reason

imagine dean having to have teeth out and being really high on meds once he gets back to the bunker and sam filming the whole thing.

imagine him being all overexcited like ‘OMG SAM LOOK AT CAS’S EYES AREN’T THEY THE BLUEST THING????’ ‘hahahaha sure dean’ ‘NO OMG I CAN’T STOP LOOKING AT THEM LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE CAS ARE YOU AN ANGEL?’

and sam would be wetting himself and cas would be so red and then dean would be like ‘SAM WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING IS THERE SOMETHING ON MY FACE?’ then he would look in a mirror and gasp and clutch at his face

‘OH MY GOD THERE ARE DOTS ALL OVER MY FACE WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY AM I GOING TO DIE ARE THERE A MILLION SNIPERS TRYING TO KILL ME?’ and sam wouldn’t be able to breathe so cas would be like ‘no dean, those are freckles’ ‘FRECKLES??? WHY DO I HAVE THEM YOU DON’T HAVE ANY!’ and he’d start touching cas’s face to look for freckles and cas would blush again

and then dean would be like ‘CAS AM I SICK?’ and then he’d pull his shirt up and look at his own chest ‘OH MY GOD THEY ARE EVERYWHERE THEY’RE ALL OVER ME’ and cas would be so flustered and staring at dean’s chest and sam would gasp out ‘you know some people say freckles come from angel kisses’ and cas would blush even more and glare at sam while dean gasps ‘OMG CAS HAVE YOU BEEN KISSING ME ALL OVER MY BODY?’

and cas wouldn’t be able to speak just shake his head and then dean would cry and say ‘cas am i not pretty enough to kiss? do you not want to kiss me or my body?’ and sam would actually have to have a lie down and cas would only manage a strangled ‘dean’ before dean forgets why he was crying and starts undoing his pants to see how far the freckles go. at which point sam leaps up to stop him and cas has to concentrate very hard on breathing

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Science Teachers

“How about, if you don’t explain yourself I’ll take away all your little things you use to build whatever it is you’re planning on building and i’ll also hide all your science equipment. Or I can go tell Nate and see what he says about you fucking with your teacher.”

"How would you know where all my little things are? And I wasn't fucking my teacher! GEEZ-US.” He sighed and sat down beside Jason, “Right look, every class I do something awesome. I build something. Make chemical reactions. Light refractions. Energy sustainers… And she always gets mad. But her classes are BORING. I just provide a little life and entertainment! Get the other kids to like science class! AND she’s wrong! And whenever I point out that she’s wrong she gets mad!” He puffs out his cheeks, “And my foam chemicals would have gone great if she hadn’t interrupted the experiment and made an extra ingredient slide on in. BOOM! KABOOM! I knew that would happen, but no. She HAD to interrupt. And suddenly it’s MY fault!”