My tumblr mom @scones-and-texting-and-murder had a big important birthday this week! So she gets a big important fic in response! YAY!!! (I hope you had a fantastic day and I love you lots. Thank you for all that you do.)
Dean wanders back upstairs around 2pm, wiping the grease off his hands with a rag as he follows the sound of voices floating gently down the corridor. The Impala is in near tip-top shape again after their daring rescue mission - Dean’s ironed out all of the kinks and replaced the parts that he couldn’t salvage on his own. Now, officially, every member of the Winchester family is safe and sound at home.
Sam’s yammering with Jody about a possible case on a Skype call that’s mostly dissolved into a playful battle of wits, Mom is doodling in the margins of a blank journal at the other end of the table…
And Castiel is right where he said he’d be when Dean went to bed last night: reclined in an arm chair, clicking away on his tablet.
Something that had been coiled tight and anxious in the pit of him unravels, and he nearly breathes a sigh of relief. He saunters over and twists the rag around tight in his hands.
“Hey,” he says, totally casual. “Whatcha doin’?”
Castiel looks up at him and smiles a little. He’s got the same light in his eyes now that he had when he first found Dean alive at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m playing Claire in Words with Friends. She’s ahead by 53 points.”
Dean beams. “Atta girl. You been playing all day? Did you guys eat?”
Castiel shakes his head. “I helped Sam change his bandages this morning while you were in the garage.” Dean is about to ask, but Castiel beats him to it with, “Everything looks fine. He’s almost completely healed.”
Dean nods. “Thanks, man. I know you’re still kind of hurting, so I appreciate you using what little grace you’ve got to spare on Sam.”
With a shrug, Castiel readjusts his position in the chair. He winces when he twinges his neck right at the place where Ms. Watt knocked him with her brass knuckles. “Sam’s injuries were severe. I was happy to do it,” he dismisses.
Dean nods again. “Great. Well. No news is good news, right?”
He reaches forward to clap Cas on the shoulder and walk away, but Castiel tilts his head before he can get there. “Actually, there was something in my email this morning.”
Dean reels. “Since when do you have email?” he demands. “What is it, email@example.com?”
Cas ignores him. “We’ve been invited to a wedding.”
Rock Lee/Might Gai Workout | Naruto Tough Like The Toonz: EP 18
Today’s Tough like the Toonz we Train like Konoha’s Green and Blue Beast’s Epic training. Also thank you @train-go for giving me the push to do this :)
Rock Lee and Might Gai The Hardest working Goofball Badass Shinobi of Naruto.
This workout is gonna make you stronger than you’ve ever been but do you think you can handle it. Be sure to like and share with your friends it really helps the video a lot. Do this workout 4 DAYS a week. For exercises marked Failure do a MINIMUM of 50 reps, it doesnt matter how long it takes just get fifty to the best of your ability this workout maybe longer or shorter depending on your fitness level and also be sure to improve and beat your records everytime you do it. BE Stronger than yesterday!!
Number 6 with a Steve x reader and where the go to Walmart or something and Steve walks away from the reader without realizing is and he end up in the lost children section and the store has to call for the reader of the announcer so she can go pick up Steve”
Alright, this turned out kind of shitty and I wanted them to kiss but it didn’t quite feel right so I didn’t write it in. It’s short and it’s cheesy, but it’s mostly fluff. Cas’ notes are in italics and Dean’s are in apostrophes. Please don’t kill me if it sucks.
Warnings: Jock!Dean, Nerd!Cas, High School AU, General Audiences Rating, Other Things I Can’t Think Of, Etc.
Summary: It all started with a sweet note in Dean’s locker.
I think you’re wonderful.
It started with that, just like that. Sweet and simple and scrawled on a little piece of folded up paper. It fell right out of Dean’s locker one day, as though fate was dropping something at his feet, like the beginning of a trail to something, though Dean had no idea what.