think about if dean and cas kissed on spn. like, most of the codas we write are adding in kisses into episodes where they didn’t kiss. so like if they canonically kissed, what would we write coda about? trick question the answer is cockles

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Queen of Disaster - Lana Del Rey  🎵

@simplifiedsimi‘s release of this wonderful hair totally inspired my simself to channel her inner Lana Del Rey today. 

(also look it’s @our-dazed-sims denim skirt recolour)

Never forget by mansikka

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,467

Summary: “What’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?”

Cas fumbled a hand out to loop around Dean’s, and cleared his throat. “When I found you in hell, Dean. When I pulled you from it. It wasn’t easy, or quick. It took a long, long time.”

Dean huffed, feeling uncomfortable. “I can never say or do anything that will show you how grateful I am for that, Cas. We’ve been over this.”

“I know,” Cas agreed, squeezing his fingers. “I wasn’t looking for your thanks. I was merely stating a fact.”

Dean frowned. “That it took time?”

Cas was silent for another minute and then said, “That we had time, Dean.”

You’re not Hypothermic

Summary: Cas finds you after you were hurt on a hunt. You’re too cold to go look for Sam and Dean, so Cas…warms you up. 

I shouldn’t write summaries lmao

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.6k

Originally posted by subcas

Dizzy, nauseas, blood, ouch, so much blood, was all you could think as you peeled yourself up off the floor. You’d collapsed after slicing off the last vampire’s head, and apparently, no one had found you yet. You felt your pockets for your phone, which was nowhere to be found.

Dammit, you thought. You were gonna die here. You’d lost so much blood from that vampire attacking you. You made your way to a dirty old couch in the abandoned house you were in and waited. There was no way you could leave here on your own. Thirty minutes must’ve went by, and still no sign of Sam Dean, or Cas.

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