I think I'm adorable

My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women. I work at Hogwarts as the Muggle studies professor. The link is to the side there. Check 'em out. **This is just a RP blog. -Under construction.

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

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cloakstiel:

It took a lot of effort for him to allow Dean to pull away. Only the reassurance that the other would return allowed him to do so. With that confirmed, the Hufflepuff wordlessly shifted back toward the headboard and slid under the familiar sheets. Once curled up on his side, Castiel reached for a pillow, comforted by the scent of Dean still trapped there. Now he just had to be patient. 

After a couple minutes, Dean returned, ruffling his hair with a towel. Once done, he threw the towel on a nearby chair. slipped on a pair of shorts and finally climbed onto the bed behind Castiel. Once he laid down, he pushed an arm under the other’s head and pulled him close with the other arm. “Told you I would be back.” He whispered.

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Just to Clear the Air || Clint and Dean

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hawkeyed-archer:

“I didn’t break free of it. It was broken for me… by the fact I was almost killed.” The archer crosses his arms to stop any sense of trembling that had started. He wouldn’t be able to forget how close he had come to dying nor how much pain he had been in after it all. “Thank you, for saving Nat. I’ll remind her of it in hopes she’ll get over he grudge against you.”

Dean looked down at that comment. He was guilty of that and should have done research before deciding to make a stupid decision. He knew it was idiotic, but Natasha was free. Resulting in rumours and well the almost death of Clint. “Heh, well I don’t know how good you are at talking to her about those things, but she seems stubborn and frankly I am just giving her space. Especially with the rumours that we are sleeping together. Crowley likes to make stuff up and destroy things.”

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

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cloakstiel:

An exasperated sigh escaped when Dean spoke yet he followed the directions by lifting one leg then the other. Once done, he shrugged off his shirt before he reached out to card a hand through Dean’s hair again. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” Castiel found it impossible to stop touching the Gryffindor for some reason yet he couldn’t be bothered with figuring out why. “Sleep with me?“

Dean smirked and nodded, gathering Castiel’s shoes neatly beneath the bed and then stood to fold the jacket and place it over a chair in the same matter. “Not a problem.” He nodded toward the bed, “I’m going to take a shower, so you can go ahead and make yourself comfortable.” He didn’t even get toward the end of the bed before nodding again at Castiel’s question. “Well yeah.”

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Another Day ||Open

Dean had cleared the air with Clint and gave Natasha detention for being up past curfew. Things still weren’t right with them, but he let her have her space other than well the detention part. Castiel counted his freckles and stayed in the tower for the night, which is the way he wanted it. Something about it was, she maybe never forgive him. He blew it.

His pen clicked on the desk as he thought of lessons, preparing for the next several months. What next? Dean stopped the tapping to uncover his arm and look at the curse he obtained. In his spare time, he would look for a cure. He couldn’t let this happen again or let Crowley won. He then quickly pushed the sleeve back over the mark and looked at the door as it opened. “You can come in.”

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Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

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cloakstiel:

It took a long moment for Castiel to decipher the question aimed at him. “All of it? It’s so constricting.” It was strange to hear the complaint emerge with the hint of a whine at the end. Instead of thinking about it, he tried to unbutton his shirt and looked up at Dean once more. “When I wake up, can I try to count your freckles again? I seem to have failed the first time.” 

Dean looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. Normally it wouldn’t take him this long to answer a question, but he was sleepy. Once he started, the othe gave a nod, “Okay.” He went to unbutton Castiel’s shirt, but moved on to the pants. “You can if you want to. There is a lot of them so it may take you some time to do that. You failed because you went to sleep on me.” When he got the pants unbuttoned and unzipped, he knelt down with the waistband in his hands, taking them down along with him. “Either sit on the bed or lift one leg up at a time.”

[hawkeyed-archer]

Clint needs some threads if anyone wants to hit him up.

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Dean, or Pepper or Bones. 

(I think it’s your turn also for Dean and Clint’s thread)

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

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cloakstiel:

“I…. believe that statement is subjective.” The Hufflepuff responded as he slowly removed his fingers from Dean’s hair, though the task seemed monumental. “No, I don’t want to shower. Too much effort.” He sluggishly shrugged off his coat when Dean tugged at it to let it pool on the bed behind him before clumsy fingers tugged at his tie. “Just wanna sleep….”

Dean nodded to respond of wanting to take a shower. He could tell Castiel was tired and just wanted to make sure. “Yeah well you may think that, but my opinion still stands.” After the coat fell onto the bed, he still held up Castiel and with one hand tugged the tie down and picked up the coat, tossing it on a nearby arm chair. “What else do you wanna take off?”

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Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

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cloakstiel:

Pale eyes closed briefly at the twist the apparation forced into his gut. Once it settled, he opened his eyes and sunk on to the bed though he squinted at Dean when the other kneeled in front of him. “Am I…. Cinderella now? But the Prince put the shoes on instead of-of removing them.” It was too difficult to think about and he just reached up and sluggishly carded his fingers through Dean’s hair. “You’re so pretty, Dean.”

Dean hummed as Castiel ran his fingers through his hair. He would probably snag a couple hairs from the gel he put in his hair and it would pinch, but Dean would ignore it if it came to that. He then chuckled at the comment and looked up at Cas, stopping for a moment. “No, you’re better than Cinderella. You’re Castiel Novak and you’re prettier than Cinderella. And prettier than me.” Dean stood to wrap an arm around the other, lifting and tugging down his coat. “Do you want a shower before bed or do you want to just go to sleep? I know you’re tired.”

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

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cloakstiel:

A soft exhaled sigh escaped the Hufflepuff. “I had to get it done. The sooner the better. Then I get more time with you. Until you have to grade papers.” He turned his attention to the stairs and let out a groan of protest as he slumped against the Gryffindor. “I don’t suppose you could just apparate us to your room?” 

“Yeah well sleep is more important than papers. They can wait for your papers. You can even bring them over to the tower and we can grade papers together. I mean I like my desk chair, but the couch is more comfortable.” Castiel was right. Dean took the advice and apparated them to the entrance to the tower, said the password and entered, shutting the door with his foot and went over to sit Castiel down on the edge of the bed. He then knelt down to start taking off The Hufflepuff’s shoes, looking up so often.

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

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cloakstiel:

The words from Dean caused him to lift his head and stare up at the other through a squinted gaze. “Are you… angry? You seem angry. That is now how a prince is supposed to act when saving his princess. It goes against…. things?” He trailed off with uncertainty in his voice.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows and looked toward Castiel, “What? No, I’m not angry. I am fine. I just want to get you to bed so you can rest. You always stay late to grade papers. They don’t have to be done that day. You can sleep.” Now the problem was getting Castiel to the tower. 

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Here Comes the Fun Part || Natasha & Dean

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theslytherinspider:

Natasha was scowling as she made her way to De–Professor Winchester’s classroom. The fact that he’d given her detention was so frustrating. She’d gone from never having it in her life to being punished by two professors in the span of a few months. It was preposterous, really, and that was sitting in her mind as she pushed open the door.

“Evening,” she said, voice low but sharp. “Is there a particular punishment you had in mind, or shall I just sit?” Really, she’d rather have a task. Sitting and doing nothing was the bane of her existence, and she’d had plenty of it over Christmas. Enough that she never wanted it again.

The sound of the door opening made Dean stop reading and listen in. Once he heard Natasha’s voice, he inhaled and exhaled deeply, shifting the newspaper to one hand, poking a finger between the pages to bookmark it. “Evening. No. Just sit here and be bored out of your mind. Unless you have homework to do, then I would suggest that. It would make you less bored and go insane.”

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Here Comes the Fun Part || Natasha & Dean

Now was the fun part. Detention. Natasha was one of the few he had given detention and it felt horrible to give it to her, but he made a promise. He did feel better chatting with Clint to find out that he was fine with Dean now, but Natasha still felt the same way. 

He sat in his classroom with his feet on the desk and the newspaper covering his face. The door was cracked enough for Natasha to push open and come in. This detention was going to be boring. Probably just let her do homework or just sit in silence. 

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Just to Clear the Air || Clint and Dean

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hawkeyed-archer:

Clint gave a careless shrug. “I wasn’t strong enough to resist Crowley. And I couldn’t save Nat from the curse. I wasn’t attentive enough to figure out something was going on. I just… I call myself Hawkeye and this time, I didn’t see any of it.” He murmured. 

Dean shook his head and cleared this throat, “Crowley is a coward. You care for people and he used others for his own game. I know he wants me out of here. He used you against me. He put another under his own spell. But you broke out. You are strong enough and Natasha’s curse is gone.” He chuckled and rubbed his forehead for a moment, “I should have read more in the curse to make sure I didn’t do anything stupid and I was so determined to help her get rid of that, I got one.”

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

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cloakstiel:

The Hufflepuff managed to get to his feet, though most of his weight was braced against Dean. “The fairy tale with the tower. You’re the prince so I…. would be the princess. Wait…” A frown quirked his lips down. “It’s… it’s your tower. So you would be keeping me at your tower. Would that make you the villain? But  want to be at that tower… this is very confusing.”

Dean started making his way toward the tower with Castiel. “It doesn’t make me the villain. You agreed to go to the tower and I am not forcing you to. I haven’t killed a bunch of people and wish the land to be just a disaster. I am taking you to the tower so you can rest and get some sleep.”

[kingofslytherin]

Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

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cloakstiel:

“Hm?” The question pulled him from his petting and he considered his options. “It doesn’t matter to me as long as you’re there.” The statement was punctuated with more cheek petting. “Are you my knight in shinning armor that will take me to the tower? That’s from a fairy tale. Have you read it?”

Dean couldn’t help but to let out a laugh, “Yeah. I am the knight in shiny armour, taking you to the tower and which fairy tale. I’m sure all of them are the same.” He stood, gently grabbing Castiel by the waist and pulling him up with himself. “We are going to the tower though, since you seem too tired. And maybe when we have free time, you can tell me all about the fairytales.”

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Just to Clear the Air || Clint and Dean

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hawkeyed-archer:

The archer propped a leg on the seat of his chair and hugged his leg loosely. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. You weren’t yourself, I wasn’t myself….” He trailed off with a shrug. “As for Nat, she’s… a bit over dramatic and protective, but she’ll come around. She’ll see it’s not your fault either.” A hand reached up and scrubbed through his hair. “I wanted to thank you, for freeing her from the unbreakable vow. But I was a coward.”

Dean managed a soft smile. “Thank you. It’s going to take a while with thinking it wasn’t my fault. If I had studied a bit more then I would have been able to take that curse away and not get one for myself. You are not a coward, Clint. How do you think you are?”

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Only Dreaming || Crowley & Castiel

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cloakstiel:

The permission drew his attention and Castiel looked back at the other. “Really?” It took a bit of effort but he sat up and moved closer to Dean. Instead of being upright as planned, he ended up leaning on a broad shoulder. Carefully he reached up and tapped a freckle. “One.” The pattern continued with him counting each one out-loud until he reached 23 and the tapping had changed to stroking. He fell silent, just petting the lightly stubbed cheek.

“Well I wouldn’t have gotten a chair if I didn’t care.” Dean held Castiel up and let him count. The tapping was continuous, but he endured it for the sake of Cas. He ended up smiling as it went to stroking instead of poking and glanced down at Cas. He then put an arm around the other’s shoulders, pulling him closer and kissing him gently on the forehead. “C’mon, let’s go back to the tower. Or do you want to sleep in your quarters in the Hufflepuff area?”