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lazarus rising dayyy!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CASTIEL!!
🎶young and sweet, only 4,540,000,017...🎶
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it’s his BIRTHDAY his family LOVES HIM
Castiel in 4x01 | Lazarus Rising
Happy Belated Birthday @you-cant-spell-subtext-without & @reblogging4thewin! [caption in alt text]
SUPERNATURAL | 4.01 Lazarus Rising (pt. 2) 64/X
- i’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition. - yeah. thanks for that.
First words I heard, clear as a bell, "Dean Winchester is saved."
With Open Eyes (D/C, 6.2k, E)
“Should practically be waking up with your dick already in me,” Dean adds. It’s a joke, Castiel assumes, an off-hand, off-color comment, but then he continues, with sort of a dreamy sigh. “Mmm. That’d be hot, though.” Castiel is suddenly reevaluating everything Dean was just rambling about. “I—” he attempts, fingers abruptly pausing as they trace patterns on the crown of Dean’s head. “Really?” “Sure. ’S a thing people do. Like if I woke you up by blowing you. What’s the difference?” It seems like a tremendous difference, actually. One Castiel is horribly intrigued by.
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Looking For a Way (D/C, 5.3k, G)
“So, you’re gonna just… whammy the stress right out of me?” “I might phrase it more delicately than that,” Cas replies patiently. “But yes.” “Really? You can do that?” Dean is intrigued.
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i just think like early seasons cas would try to imitate human behaviour he witnessed
SUPERNATURAL | 5.14 My Bloody Valentine 99/X
so, Famine just rolls into town and everybody goes crazy?
OH MY GOD. HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL aaaaah he’s this bowlegged sheepish cowboy, and when he blushes and his little freckles all over his gorgeous face and the green eyes framed by those eyelashes??? those wrinkles when he smiles??? excuse me, god. and his pouty lips, like why he so pretty ugh DEAN WINCHESTER AND HIS DELICATE FEATURES BUT LIKE STILL BUILT MANLY BUT HE’S SO SOFT FFuck, fuck, like so cuddly in his robes and pjs and sleeping gown, he’s licherally so goddamn sweet A BABY and he just wants love and a family and fuck fuck he’s so pretty i.. so attractive, what kind of fuckery. a curse for everyone else for him to be so beautiful. disney princess with his stupid good looks, gnc extraordinaire made an angel fall from grace, and he’s so… kind… and loving… thee most loving human being and he likes to cook his lil dishes for his loved ones, and he makes mixtapes for his crush and cuffs his jeans little sweet bi boy, he… perfect.. just perfect.
Wishing these two insufferable heroes a happy anniversary, and a happy Valentine’s Day to the rest.
🥂Cheers to an infinite universe of many more. Now, enjoy your tropical vacation, boys.
a quiet life
Matters of the Heart (d/c, 1.5k, T)
“So Valentine’s Day is like… so dumb, right?”
Dean’s ostensibly random query breaks through the comfortable tranquility they’ve settled into as they laze in bed, just enjoying the afterglow and each other’s touch, Dean’s head comfortably cradled against Castiel’s bare chest. Castiel’s caught off-guard by the non sequitur, his fingers abruptly pausing as they stroke through Dean’s hair.
He was aware, of course, that Dean’s mind had been wandering, as it often does, but that certainly wasn’t what Castiel expected to be the focus of his stray thoughts. He resumes his leisurely caressing and mulls over his response, eventually circling back to his first instinct. “Is… that a trick question?”
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