"it's like being chained to a comet"
"Never again shall you thirst, for I am come to wet your mouth with wine and water, to quench your thirst with kisses. Words of Love from my own lips will serve as your oasis, and you shall never want for drink again."
The cast of Cheaper By The Dozen made a video on TikTok and i’m literally sobbing
wow half of them look gay now
‘you look like biker barbie.’ ‘thank you.’
@spnwomenweek ➤ day 1 → favourite character
still not over how much I love this
Posts that would kill a peasant from 1173
The modern Janus
scenes of jack kline in the car but he (a half-angel threenager) gets to pick the music (cas ver.)
Can we talk about how I never thought I’d hear Dean Winchester refer to anyone as his “best friend” but Castiel came along and he is screaming it from the rooftops
I love the idea that Dean doesn’t realize he’s in love with Cas, because he’s never really been in love before and he doesn’t know what that feels like. But he’s never had a best friend before either so he just… thinks it’s the same? “Oh yeah, my best friend Cas- I would crawl over broken glass for him and when he’s gone I feel like a hole’s been carved out of my chest. Sometimes when we make eye contact it’s like there’s no air in the room and I feel like we’re alone, even when we aren’t. You know, just normal “best friend” stuff”
I just… wanted SO BADLY for someone to shake him and yell “you’re IN LOVE with him, you stupid son of a bitch, now DO something about it”
It’s nearing midnight and they stop for fuel at some gas station in the middle of nowhere.
Sam has been dozing in the backseat for the last fifteen miles and Cas, sitting shotgun, has started to nod off. Even Dean’s eyes are starting to itch and he knows he’ll have to stop for the night soon if he doesn’t wanna get into an accident.
But first, fuel. Dean inserts the gas pump and considers heading inside to pick up some snack to help keep himself awake for the last stretch of the day’s journey. He’s debating between red vines and mixed nuts when the door on the passenger side opens and Cas exits.
Dean looks him over as he stands and stretches, a familiar warmth blooming underneath his collar. He considers saying something to break the tension probably only he feels but decides against it; the night is too quiet and too lovely to be interrupted like that.
It rained earlier. The ground is still wet, small puddles gathered where the pavement is concave, reflecting the too-bright lights hanging above them. There’s a faint smell of gasoline in the air but also that undefinable scent of the aftermath of rain, fresh and cool.
Cas finishes stretching and now he’s the one looking at Dean, staring unashamedly. Dean stares right back, at Cas’ hair sticking up where his head rested against the window, at the dark bruise forming on his cheek. His eyes have an almost eerie glow to them in this light and he’s so beautiful it makes Dean ache.
Dean should say something. Ask Cas if he wants something from the shop. Tell him they’ll be stopping for the night as soon as they come across a motel. Make small talk about the weather, even.
He doesn’t. He keeps staring and Cas stares back and just when it seems that nothing can end this moment, Cas leans in.
Dean inhales sharply as Cas’ lips touch his, eyes closing on instinct. It’s barely a kiss, just a dry press of lips against lips that lasts for all of two seconds before Cas is pulling away, leaving Dean dizzy and wanting for more. It almost seems like it didn’t happen, the only hint in Cas’ expression the faint, pleased upturn of his lips.
“I’m going inside to buy beef jerky,” he tells Dean.
Dean stares at him.
“Do you want anything?”
Dean wordlessly shakes his head.
“Alright.”
Cas walks off and Dean watches him go, bewildered. He’s still standing in the same spot when Cas returns.
“I got you peanut M&Ms,” he says, handing Dean the bag and climbing back into his seat.
Dean watches him for a beat, the turns back to the pump. It’s stopped, the tank long since full, and Dean puts it away on autopilot before getting in the car. He looks down at the bag of M&Ms in his hand, then at Cas, who looks back at him nonplussed.
“Thanks,” he finally croaks.
“You’re welcome,” Cas says.
Dean goes to turn the engine on. Then, considering, he looks over his shoulder to check on Sam - still out like a light. He turns back to Cas, something surging in his chest, giving him the courage to lean in and give him a quick peck on the cheek. It makes him feel strange and clumsy but Cas just gives him an unbearably gentle smile, eyes alight.
The mathematic equation for Jensen’s ass. Misha signed and approved.
this confirms that there’s nothing I could think up that hasn’t already been done for a photo op. Probably several times.
but like the fucked up thing about cas being such a vampire boyfriend is that he doesn’t have like…. the excuse. the allegory. like the point of a vampire boyfriend is they wanna fuck you so so so bad but it’s put into allegory. they wanna eat you which is somehow less threatening. cas doesn’t have that. he truly just wants to fuck dean.
he wants to feel things, one of them is fucking dean for sure, but imagine how addictive emotions are if you’ve never experienced them before, and there’s this man in your life that truly runs the gamut on getting emotions out of you, you’re fond of him and he smiles at you and your heart has never felt like that before do it again, but also he tried to sacrifice himself like a dumbass so you feel true terror and rage for the first time ever, and you accidentally go oberblard on beating his ass over it, anyway it mellows somewhat early deancas is like fallen cas with the burgers, never felt it before and it feels really really good,
yeah like cas’ whole deal especially in early seasons is unrestrained desire. most of it directed at dean but it’s directed everywhere. it’s a fascinating thing to introduce into a show about repression. cas just wants things. openly and with abandon. even if he doesn’t always know what it is that he wants.
the burger thing is like really illustrative, actually. sam wants something (demon blood) and suppresses the desire with all his will because he knows it’s wrong. dean has destroyed and repressed even his capacity to want so thoroughly that he wants nothing. cas just wants, and so he takes.
this is also why he is the most incorrigibly horny character on television.
that post where it’s like Cas doesn’t understand what he’s feeling or that he’s not supposed to want it so he just stands close to Dean because he wants to when he first falls he hasn’t been taught the mortifying ordeal or shame or restraint (not yet) the message hasn’t yet progressed past the nebulous concept of ‘free will’ so he simply *wants* …..which leads perfectly into the season 6 arc
yeah like season six is about cas learning the hard way that he can’t always have what he wants and reacting terribly, and being punished for that. and then he learns his lesson in a way that actually culminates in the 15x18 confession perfectly: he’s learned to make peace with wanting what he can’t have, and just be, even though he wants. HOWEVER, the next logical step in that character arc is to get what he wants anyway. but mssrs dabb and singer were like “no <3″
#this is why my bloody valentine makes me so crazy#imagine how addictive emotions are when you’ve never truly felt them!#imagine how HUNGRY you would be if you hadn’t been taught that hunger is shameful!#dean with his emptiness and one-night stands and ‘when we want something really really bad we lie’!#and sam with his cholesterol and his salads and his demon blood#but cas is just so hungry and he doesn’t know what to do with it#spn#castiel#hunger
After a little inspiration from @casthewise I put this together from 15x18 and a couple other times this theme has cropped up. It really sounds like him now <3 Hope this brings a little comfort.
Supernatural Burgers (s5/e1): Work Hard or Die Trying, Girl
The alarm rings and it takes a moment for Dean to orient himself. He sits up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he blearily takes in the room. They’re in a motel just outside of Alamosa, on their way back home after working a case. Sam’s sleeping in the next bed over and Cas…
Cas is nowhere to be seen.
Dean sits up and checks his phone. No messages. He shoots off a quick ‘where r u’ at Cas and gets up, looking around the room. No notes or anything to indicate where Cas might have gone.
“Sam,” Dean says.
Sam turns over in the bed and grunts in acknowledgment.
“Did you see Cas leave?”
Sam opens one eye. “No. He’s gone?”
Dean looks down at his phone again, as if he might have received a message in the past minute without noticing. “Yeah.”
“Maybe he went out for breakfast?”
That’s a possibility but Dean still doesn’t like that he left without letting them know. Cas has been better lately about checking in and not leaving without so much as saying goodbye. He’d been planning on going back to the bunker with them. Dean was gonna take him out to play pool and he’d been excited about it.
Dean sighs. Cas probably has gone out for breakfast and he’s worrying over nothing. Still, to be sure, he decides to call.
Concept: A reverse-fake-relationship fic where Dean and Cas have to pretend not to be a couple for a case because it takes place on a singles cruise.
Dean has a really hard time with it, because they only just started dating and they’re in that honeymoon phase of always wanting to be around each other and having sex basically every day, and now he has to pretend not to even know Cas or be interested in him.
It’s even worse, because Cas doesn’t seem bothered about it in the least, having no problem with ignoring Dean and letting other people flirt with him.
Only a few days into the cruise, Dean is walking down a corridor when Cas yanks him into a supply closet and fucks him silly, unable to keep his hands to himself anymore. This leads to multiple little rendezvous, in supply closets, empty cabins, even a lifeboat one memorable time.
By the time the case is over, they’re actually kind of bummed about it because now they don’t have an excuse to keep sneaking around anymore.
