Actually I climbed all the way up from hell.
That's why you're smoking hot, babe!
How much Firewhiskey have you drunk exactly?
Is that important? I'm totally fine. Full of great ideas. Like I've just realised that if we got together, we could be called Hellhound. Because you said you came from hell and I'm a doggo. Wuf wuf!
I made a shitty gif because I was talking about how the director’s commentary mentioned they cut out a “Yang can tie a cherry stem into a knot with her tongue” joke from the volume 2 premiere.
Then I rewatched the part where it would have happened I was like “Yang, why are you looking at Blake while taking the cherry stem out?”
The static from the TV in the study almost drowned out the sounds from the TV itself. Still, Cas grabbed the remote from its place by his side, fumbling with the buttons until he could barely hear the TV itself. He did not want to risk waking the boys. Not when they just got back.
Cas buried his face in his hands as Ross bemoaned his latest breakup or, whatever… He had stopped paying attention to what was happening on Friends weeks ago. At least they were safe now. Safe and home. He could relax again, maybe, if only his mind would allow it.
Down the hall, the kettle started singing. Its high-pitched whistle drew Cas’ attention to the black hole that was the open study door. The whistling stopped almost as soon as it started, and Cas leaned back into the couch cushions.
A new episode of Friends started and Cas patted his open hand against his thigh in time with the clapping. Shuffling footsteps sounded in the doorway. A familiar silhouette filled the shadowy void of the doorway. The light from the TV highlighted Dean’s profile as he stepped into the study.
Cas scooted over on the couch as Dean set one of the cups of – Cas assumed – tea on the side table. He passed Cas the other mug, and he murmured his thanks as Dean sat down. Dean slouched next to him, their shoulders pressing together.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Cas simply shook his head and took a sip of his tea. “Me neither.” Dean shuddered.
The flickering light from the TV gilded Dean’s nose, cheekbones, and brow. The skin below his eyes was sunken and bruised from lack of sleep. The lines framing his eyes and mouth were taut from stress as he stared unblinkingly at the TV. Cas, of all people – human or otherwise – could understand not being able to sleep. Whatever the reason, he understood.
“Well,” he said after a minute, “You’re home now.” His voice cracked around the word home, and he cleared his throat. “You can rest.”
On an impulse, he rested his hand on Dean’s knee, brushing his thumb over the curve. Dean turned his head slightly, staring at Cas’ hand before placing his own over it. The warmth reminded him of the back seat of Mary’s car when Dean entangled their fingers.
A silent declaration. One that might never be spoken.
“You’ll be here when…when I wake up?”
The apprehension in Dean’s tone and the tremble in his voice set Cas’ heart aching. He squeezed Dean’s knee lightly. “Of course. I’ll watch over you.” At that, Dean seemed to relax, his head soon finding Cas’ shoulder. By the end of the Friends episode, Dean was asleep, his sniffled snores a quiet reminder that he was there. He was safe. He was home.
Ya know, I've always seen (person B) as a wonderful person. I think they're great. I think they deserve the best. I think they deserve someone who'll treat them right. I think they deserve someone who'll treat them like a queen/king.
I think they should be loved by the person that can give them what they deserve along with the love they deserve.
And that's why I'm not interfering with you and (person B)'s relationship. Give them the love they deserve.
I? Am sobbing?? Another minjoon lover holy fuck it seems so rare this is gonna sounds stupid but like can you name some reasons why you love it bc i'm just curious cause FUCK THEY CUTE this is confusing my b ILY THO YOU'RE HILARIOUS AND CUTE ILY :'D
rip rip rip thank u so much and YAS B I LOVE MINJOON IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE THEM TOO THEY ARE MY BABIES!