hello, dean.

this is just for me. enjoy if you like this kinda thing i guess (a sideblog - you won't see me follow you back and thats how i like it ;)

[angel-hole]

stay.

[angel-hole]

pet angel.

[angel-hole]

self-domestication.

sfw version.

[jactingjoices-deactivated202406]

Sometimes, they find him and not the other way around. He can be shooting pool in a bar that doesn’t care too much about ID’s and suddenly there’s someone by his side, asking ‘how much?’

Like there’s a neon vacancy sign above his head. - [x]

[bratcas]

when cas fell and had to be all alone and human and hungry and vulnerable he needed more than a shelter and kind hand to survive and april wasn’t the only one who... took him home. she wasn’t even the first one to cut him for his trouble. she was the first one who kissed him. remembering the smells and textures and sounds from the bodies before is like looking at someone else’s story through several screens at once. he tries hard to push it aside and keep it way deep down. but he knows what its like to scrape his knees for a cup of coffee. he can still feel the ache in his ribs where someone pressed too hard. thumbs leaving wrong-shaped bruises all over his skin. the sharp pains when he sits on the wrong side. he knows the burn in his throat without water but also the heat of the rough leftovers of desperate strangers, bewitched and brutal, addicted to him. and they take. they take and take and cas lets them. because he has to stay alive. and someone once told him this works.

[bratcas]

in the real secret good supernatural “the trap” script, the sex scene comes right after cas collapses against the tree and dean finally sees him there. the momentum and anxiety that’s been peaking crashes him into cas as he throws the gun aside and uses both hands to bring cas to his feet, cradling his bloody and wrinkled face between them while he pushes his forehead up against the angel’s and closes his eyes. the kiss is long and slow and lingers like bits of sugar along the edge where dean licks up the taste of cas, trying to ride the adrenaline like a surfer on a wave despite never having tucked his toes under the sand to feel the cool rush of water tickle his ankles. instead he rides cas up against the tree, pushing and grabbing at the trenchcoat as if it was all the time they had spent together not doing this, as if it was an old wound clinging to their past, refusing to wash away while he tugs and rips at it, needing to feel cas’s skin on his skin even for just a second before some monster stumbles on them and breaks the trance. the sex itself is rough and fast and burns like the tears that fall on the cuts all over their face ,neck, hands but it doesn’t count, nothing counts here where time is the only thing on their side and it could disappear at any moment. so they chase their orgasms hard up against that tree, and deans back has new scrapes from the bark where cas lifted him as easy as if he were some tiny human and not the single most significant object keeping the(this) universe intact. dean’s lower back aches and cas’s knees are starting to wobble after only a few blissful moments in that position, so he let’s them collapse into the crook of the tree roots at their feet, where they stay tangled in each other for just another few minutes, fingers carding through hair and whispered promises pressing from lips to skin, leaving traces of each other in any spot they can reach.

[winchester-reload]

Delicate, this thing between you and I. Every time we touch, I catch fire.

[bratcas]

theyre both just so relieved once everyone finds out theyve been fucking that they start being really careless, not that they Want to get caught or make anyone uncomfortable (not that they care either), but the pressure that was so overwhelming that it was almost imperceptible just sort of.. lifts off of them. like a stormcloud disappearing into the atmosphere so naturally you dont even notice. so they slowly stop sneaking around and just get comfortable being wrapped in each other as often as they possibly can. and if that happens when other people are having breakfast in the kitchen next door what of it. and if they can’t keep their hands off each other when they go to the gasn sip for a beer run even though cas tries his very best to push dean’s lower where theyre less likely to be seen they really can’t be blamed. all the long suffering eye rolls in the world won’t keep them from pressing their lips together and grabbing at any tiny inch of exposed skin, sliding hands up flannel shirts and into back pockets of well worn soft denim just to feel the contours of skin and bone and flesh beneath their fingers. so what if those fingers eventually slip under something a bit more intimate than denim, scratching tingles into all three layers of skin and everything magical below that. dipping into cracks and holes and punching soft moans from each other softly drunk on the madness of it all. its okay because whoever was there before is at this point long gone and dean never noticed because cas’s fingers are sooo gentle and slow in their pressing and spreading and cas is concentrating on dean’s smell that grows stronger and more irresistible with each second. by the time they finally open their eyes and look around the room even the netflix menu has gone to sleep and the last of the hallway lights have been turned off, empty beers and bags of popcorn left for them to clean up (serves them right). dean leans into cas’s shoulder and curls his body forward, stretching just enough to push cas’s hand into an uncomfortable position, only seconds later making up for it by pressing down hard into his open palm, pulling cas’s waiting fingers back inside his tight warmth where they’d been resting so perfectly moments before. cas wipes deans teasing grin off with his own lips, pulls him onto his lap and replaces his fingers with his leaking cock, letting dean’s press between their bellies while he strokes out the first beads of pre come and lightly traces the slit so that he can see dean’s eyes roll back in his head and watch his neck extend with a dancer’s grace. cas loves watching dean give in to these moments of ecstasy because he absolutely lets go of all pretense which usually leads to things like this - soft curves and blushing cheeks, featherlight fingertips dropping goosebumps on his skin because dean can’t ground himself while cas’s thrusts grow stronger from watching him stretch, listening to him whimper and sigh with each drag of cas’s dick along his ass and in and out of his pliant hole and he’s almost floating above him with each push and pull from below. cas lives for the moment just before dean comes, when his lashes flutter and his body shivers and shakes just perceptibly enough (to cas) that he can count precisely 1 and a half seconds before dean clenches down and wraps his arms around cas’s torso, pushing his hands up into cas’s hair while pressing down on his shoulders from every angle, completely encompassing and engulfing the man he loves, the angel he loves, with his entire body. as soon as the moment begins to pass and cas hears dean’s breathing even out he always takes a minute to count backwards a bit until their pulse starts a steady and slow beat and he can feel the tension in dean’s legs and arms just dissolve. sometimes they’ll sit like that for awhile, and cas will reach across the couch for a blanket so that they can nap a bit without worry, cuz even though they’re working on this PDA stuff, there are still plenty of things you just don’t want your family walking in on.

[bratcas]

the tingle in deans pants right here tho..

[chikhaibardocowboy]

Dean starts smoking after he retires, because his joints ache like hell and it takes the edge off, but mostly because he loves how Cas’s hair feels SO much softer when he’s high.

[chikhaibardocowboy]

Cas always joins him even though it doesn’t really affect him because he loves how much Dean ends up running his fingers through his hair.

[sheepstiel]

kiss goodnight

(click for better quality)

(link to full version, nsfw)

[winchester-reload]

A commission for the amazing @ltleflrt whose art prompts are always amazing and challenging and so so so much fun. This is a companion portrait to Castiel in his steel blue sweater from early 2018. They’re finally complete and I don’t think Carrie could have picked better poses for them both.

[stonelions]

yeah ok alright alright

[sailorsally]

Misha at UChicago, 1992

[for full college!misha experience I highly recommend reading these diary entries/letters to his brother he wrote around the same time]

[bratcas]

sometimes i wanna bite jackles face off hes so hot but mishas lips are so smooshable i wanna slo make out infront of a fire with boyz 2 men in the background. i wanna pull deans lips between my teeth and tug at his hair until he moans but i wanna plunge my fingers slowly thru cas’ curls and cover his goosebumped skin with my body so hes always cozy and warm and never needs anything ever again i want him to behappyyyy

[bratcas]

cas loves touching dean when theyre in public or in a conspicuous place he just knows dean gets goosebumps if he touches his skin lightly in dangerous spots or breathes too close to his face while other people are watching or even just passing nearby. he notices when nobody else does that deans eyes close quickly while his breath hitches and then immediately reopen so he can turn his head and emphatically respond to whatever is happening around them that isnt cas’ finger absently tracing circles on his hipbone under the seam of his shirt just out of sight. cas will smile to himself, drop his head down so as not to distract from the glow that dean puts out, the magnetic energy that people recognize and react to whether they want to or not and he knows he’s responsible for it, he jumpstarts it with his fingertips and mere presence because just knowing that cas is near him makes dean’s insides twist with longing and his body just reaches for him in every direction and people get caught in that blast that atmospheric pressure change that occurs when two forces of nature come too close and its hard not to get giddy around them sometimes and not really know why.

dean can only take so much of this behavior and cas knows it so he’s ready for the absolutely fierce fucking he knows is coming as soon as they have their privacy and makes up for the teasing by holding dean around and inside him as tightly as possible, scratching and clenching and clutching at his body so theres no mistaking how badly he wants dean in every way, in every place in every tiny nook and crevice and fold and wrinkle and curve of muscle and connection of bone. cas wants to feel invaded by dean’s body, ransacked and torn apart then put back together from the inside out in some fantasy version of what he did for dean all those years ago, only better. because theyre doing it together. both part of the destruction and the re-stiching, the breaking and the building.

cas lives for that moment of pure need when dean is looking in his eyes and the fire burning there just jumps across the tiny space thats left and collides with his own suffering, bursting into a somatic reality as his back hits the wall/bed/floor/table and what feels like a dam burst of relief courses through him when dean’s hands are ripping a this clothes and shoes and buttons are flying through the air and theres hardly any air between them actually because dean will take every inch every inkling of cas available to him in those moments including his lips and lungs. hands combing through cas’ hair and down his back lifting up his ass cheeks to run down his thigh while cas moans with want and clutches dean to him with his face in deans shoulder, one hand grasping his back tight enough to leave a mark and the other so blissfully lost in his hair cas doesn’t even realize its making dean even wilder until hes being thrown on his stomach and pressed forward, and dean runs his hands back up cas’ sides, lifting his arms and holding his hands together above his head while he fucks him soft and insistent into the surface underneath them, lips pressing quickly to random spots on his back neck and in his hair, dropping shivery goosebumps where he least expects it, a generous complement to the deep rough press of deans cock so far inside him it feels like maybe they’re stuck together, until dean pulls out and slams back in of course, each time bringing cas right to that edge of bliss where he can’t tell the two of them apart, then stretching him open again with the burning realization that he can’t have this 24/7, that sometimes these bodies have to be two and not one, that the emptiness he feels when dean isn’t inside him is the truth of the matter and that these stolen moments of bliss are only temporary.

cas doesn’t tell dean any of that. he clenches his muscles to hear dean moan, he lets out a gasp and grabs deans hands, turning around to face the man he loves and look him in the eyes while they both finish, dean from the pull and pressure of cas’ movements and cas from the look in deans eyes while its happening. when dean drops on top of him in a sweaty and breathless heap cas takes the opportunity to hold him tight again, keeping him inside as long as he can because he can and he never knows when he’ll get to again. cas wipes the sweat from dean’s forehead and kisses him there softly before they fall asleep in each others arms. when dean wakes up still tangled in the angel’s limbs and tucked snugly inside right where he left himself he smiles and kisses cas back, careful not to disturb his dreams.

[dailydmitri]