i bet if walter white had tumblr hed be like "i am the one who blogs haha"
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just got a beautiful ring from the store, can't wait to show it off here!
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finally scored a new job can i get a hell yeah. back to making stacks dawg
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okay, you know what? No. I'm sick of this. Kleptomania is a valid mental disorder, and if i have to explain to you why, then i will.
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bored on the job man its got me thinkin...
#vent post #delete later
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i miss her so much man...
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The golden, early morning light reflecting off the Waffle House yellow table really makes Cas glow. The diner's full, but nobody's fighting the cook yet, so this is a nicer franchise than most. Kinda classy. The forks don't even have water stains.
Dean glances at the next table over, and yep, one of them is checking out Cas. Only natural when he looks like that. Kind of sweet and dopey, but deep, you know? Like he's thinking of something mortals would never take the time to consider.
Actually, she's kind of a milf. Cas would probably like that, you know. Someone nurturing.
"What's on your mind, Cas?" Sam asks.
"Do you ever fantasize about being a mother octopus and dying to feed your young to live on through them?" Cas says.
"What?" Dean chokes.
"I know they die in real life, but since it's a fantasy, wouldn't it be better to live so you can teach them how to be good little octopuses?" Sam pauses. "Octopi?"
"Both forms are correct," Cas says gently. "But you're right, Sam."
Dean's face feels hot enough to steam. "No, he fucking isn't," he hisses.
"I shouldn't abandon my children," Cas continues.
"Dude," Dean leans in to scold Cas quietly, "I think she heard you."
The worst part is, Cas seems amused. His eyes are so bright and happy as he takes in Dean's color. "Why would I care?" he murmurs as if a true co-conspirator, even though he ruined it.
Dean glances at the milf, and, yep, she heard. "Fuck, dude. Look, no one wants to--to fertilize your clutch at 9 a.m., alright? You gotta let people get to know you."
"I feel sufficiently known," Cas says at a normal volume, God damn him. "Besides, you introduced me to the process."
Okay, no, bodies aren't meant to be noticed and feelings aren't supposed to be felt, so nothing is happening and everything is fine. "I didn't," Dean tells Sam. "I did not," he tells Cas. "Hentai is--"
"Yes?" Sam asks with a sip of coffee.
"It's not, okay? It's not. Like that. It's, tentacles are--they hold you."
Something gentle and sweet blooms over Cas's face. "Ah," he says.
"So no oviposition?" Sam says.
"Don't," Dean says.
"That's okay, Dean," Cas says. "I like oviposition, Sam."
"Oh," Sam says, "I need to ask the waitress something." Then leaves. Coward. Milf, yeah, milf is gone.
When Dean looks back, Cas is studying her. Then he returns his gaze to Dean, eyes soft. "I don't think she could satisfy my come inflation kink, either, Dean," Cas says kindly. "But I understand that some things are unrealistic. You taught me that, too."
"I'm so happy to hear that," Dean says, dying.
"Please stop trying to set me up with strangers."
"Yeah, whatever." Dean scrapes his butter knife back and forth across the table. Much better sound than whatever those women are saying about Cas now.
"Dean."
"What?"
"I'm satisfied with the way things are."
Dean glances up, then back at his knife. "You sure?"
"I am."
Dean coughs, shifts, balls up a napkin, straightens the menus, realigns his flatware. "'Cause I heard you're a slutty little octopus who wants to have a million babies with some asshole who didn't even stick around to teach your noodles how to catch."
"There is that," Cas admits, "but I also have other dreams."
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