Renee is forced to become involved after Paige begins to behave peculiarly and does not show up to work; Nikki decides to go against Brie’s wishes and asks Bryan if he would be willing to help her prepare for her comeback.
okay but human au where dean and cas are dating but haven’t told anyone yet for whatever reason
and then one day the whole gang is hanging out and cas shows up wearing one of dean’s henleys and dean goes “you! i’ve been looking for that shirt for ages” and cas is like “well it’s your fault for leaving it at my place” and dean forgets himself and says “you’re the one who flung it into some corner” and sam’s just like “wth dean why was cas flinging your shirt in the first place”
and that’s how everyone finds out dean and cas are dating
theory is that he might be Sake Dean Mahomed, the Bengali adopted son
of an Anglo-Irish officer Baker whom he moved to Ireland with in 1784.
these dates don’t match, unless he was visiting a few years earlier. Of
course it is perfectly possible that the man in the picture is a
completely different man. Being part of the British Empire at the time
Ireland would have been the home of more than one POC.
Either way I searched the site and couldn’t find anything on Sake Dean
Mahomed, who is worthy of note anyway, having brought shampoo to Europe
and opening the first Indian Restaurant in England. His grandson
Frederick Akbar Mahomed is also note worthy as he was a famous doctor
who helped refine the understanding of hypertension in the late 1800s.
Now, whether or not the man in the first painting is the same as in the second one? Suuuper debatable. I did look into it, and I’d say there might be officially no way to know. The possibility of just some random guy being there is not without appeal, in my humble opinion. Not every historic person of color is going to be notable for some inspiring or exceptional reason.
We were just there. No reason. No “justification” for our presence necessary.
Dean whirls around when he hears the shower door open, freezing he in place when he sees her stepping naked into the shower with him. The look on her face is nervous and timid and hopeful.
He’s horny and he’s hard and he wonders if he’s dreaming. That’s the only explanation, that this is a dream.
Her voice is soft and timid, “I-I heard you say my name…” she trails off and there is a pregnant pause filling the room, it’s full of questions and hopes and desires.
Dean groans, a deep and guttural sound. He knows this is real, that she’s solid and he’s awake and she’s gloriously naked in front of him. For a fleeting moment he remembers all the shouldn’ts. He remembers that she deserves better than him. He thinks about those things but he’s distracted by the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hip. He’s distracted by the juncture of her thighs, that secret place where he wants to bury himself.
He makes a decision, then and there - one he knows he’ll regret later. She turns to step out of the shower, her cheeks burning with shame, thinking he’s rejecting her. His arm darts out, stopping her. Before she knows it she’s pressed up against the cold tiles, his mouth searching and probing hers. She’s willing and so ready and he can’t believe this is actually happening. His fingers drift to her thigh, gently stroking the skin just below her entrance. Her hands flit about scratching and clawing and pulling him closer till his chest is pressed to hers, his cock smashed up against her belly.
Warnings: Mentions of Harry Potter, Fluff, Slight Angst
Summary: Charlie and the reader have a sleepover and gossip, only to be interrupted by the boys.
A/N: Day 7 of 25 Days of Christmas. To be honest, I’m surprised I made it this far! There may or may not be a part 2 to this (Day 14?) If y’all want. Thank you for all the love and support! Feedback would be adored. xox
Living with two of the world’s greatest hunters sure had it’s perks. You were protected by the two most handsome men you had laid eyes on. They offered you a place to live in their bunker, which was heavily warded from all supernatural beings. You had centuries worth of books to read, a kitchen to cook in, your own bedroom and two amazing best friends. There was nothing more you could ask for.