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Filthy NSFW goodness. Don't say I didn't warn you. I write smut mainly about destiel and bottom!dean but anybody is welcome. Prompts are open! Come talk to me about bottom!Dean and I will love you forever. I'm DeanIsABottomDamnit on Ao3.

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casthewise:

DeanCas coda to 12.04 “American Nightmare”

“So, you’ll never guess what happened to me today.”

“What?”

They do this now; sit on separate beds, miles away from one another, and talk. It’s uncomfortable—Dean’s face is always hot where it’s pressed against his phone, and Cas’s voice is a ghost of itself over the tinny line, but they make do. This isn’t the first time they’ve been apart and it won’t be the last. A little time apart is healthy, right?

That’s hard to remember when, ridiculously, all Dean wants is to have someone hold him.

“The wiccan I thought was a witch—Beth, you remember me talking about her? She gave me her number.”

Silence.

“Uh, Cas? You there?”

“I’m here.” Dean frowns at the far-away sounding response, listening intently to the rustle of fabric as Cas settles and re-settles on whatever starched motel bed he’s found himself for the night. The angel still doesn’t need sleep, but apparently, having his own space is the only way he’s managing to stay sane on his weird little roadtrip thing with Crowley (which Dean is totally not bitter about, by the way). “Um…” Cas clear his throat. “What will you do with it?”

A frown. “Like, what’ll I do with the number? Nothing. Why,” he asks, cautious. “Do you… think I should call her?”

They haven’t had time to talk about it. Between Amara and Chuck and Mom and Lucifer, Dean’s barely had a second to wipe his ass, let alone have a Grown Up Conversation about where exactly he and Cas stand. They touch a lot, and they kiss a lot, and sometimes they fuck, but they’ve never actually said the words dating or relationship. Not that Dean’s necessarily complaining; that shit’s always ended in tears, but… he kind of thought he and Cas were on the same page for this.

“…If you want to call her,” Castiel finally says. “You should.”

Dean grits his teeth. “Wow, Cas, way to make a guy feel special.”

The freaking angel has the gall to sigh on the other end. “What are you talking about.”

“What’m I—” the hunter cuts himself off, shaking his head as his hands turn to fists. “I thought we were both knew what we were getting ourselves into, here, but I guess not. I guess I didn’t get the goddamn memo.”

“Excuse me? You’re the one who told me about a woman giving you her phone number!”

“Yeah, Cas!” Dean exclaims. “I told you about my day. I shared something with you because I thought it was something we could laugh about—haha isn’t this so hilarious because I’m 100% committed to you. But here you are fucking telling me to call her so I guess I really missed the mark on that one.”

“Dean—”

“No. You’re always wanting me to talk? Fine. This case was so fucked Sam and I had to down six fingers just to stop fucking shaking. I was so friggin’ stubborn a social worker thought I was flirting when I went to her office to kill her, and I was so fucked up over the mom thing, I almost fucking lost Sam. A kid fucking died because I wasn’t there. Hell, the only light at the end of the tunnel was one kid got away safe, and Mom texted me back, but even though I get why she left she’s still gone. You’re still gone. And I know, okay; I’m an asshole who doesn’t treat you half as good as I should, but jesus I thought we both knew what we were doing, here.”

“Dean,” Cas says weakly.

Dean stubbornly wipes a hand down his face, taking the moisture on his cheeks with it. “Fuck, I just… I fuckin’ miss you, man. But if this ain’t gonna work out, you tell me, here and now, because I don’t think I can—” his breath hitches and he swallows the rest of his sentence, biting his lip in an attempt to keep it together. How the hell did this happen?

“Dean, I’m not—I don’t—” Cas’s breath rattles through the speaker, and Dean’s chest turns cold. “…I’m sorry about your case,” the angel finally says. “I’m sorry about your mother. I’m sorry I misunderstood, but I.” He pauses, collecting himself. When he speaks next, his voice is a low croak. “I don’t want to overstep. I don’t want—”

To get kicked out again, Dean’s mind finishes. He feels his heart sink.

“Listen to me,” he says—firm, brooking no argument. “You can’t overstep. Cas, I-I want you here, for every beginning, middle and end of every day. I wanna fuckin’ make you breakfast in the morning and go to sleep with you at night, and I want people to stop giving me their numbers ’cause I can’t help holding your hand while we’re on cases. I just…”

“Me too,” the angel murmurs, suddenly all sweet and shy.

Dean bites his lip, ducking his head in a nod while his ears flare red. “Um,” he mumbles. His heart is gonna crack his ribs for how hard it’s pounding. He licks his lips. “So, uh, find that SOB so you can come home, huh?”

Cas is smiling so bright, Dean can practically hear him over the phone. “I will,” he says.

“Great. Cool. I, ah. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Dean.”

[out-in-the-open]

Jensen: The familiarity was there pretty quickly. Which I think is what – which is why we why we got the job. There was an instant connection. There was an instant – we had a lot of things in common ♥

[lunarriviera]

the four castiels of fanfiction

1. Castiel Milton

2. Castiel Novak

3. Castiel Krushnic

4. Castiel Winchester

[buffenator]

reblogging again for reasons…and @whataboutthefish

[tea-and-cacti]

Castiel Novak in the streets, Castiel Krushnic in the sheets.

[tuesday-666]

Matts face tho

[rockandrollchick29]

#personal space?  #what personal space??

[noheroesnovillains]

this is so adorable

[timetraveldean]

i’m waiting for this kind of jokes

[destielfilth-blog]

"HAVE YOU EVER" hour. DO IT.

Okay people, this is your chance.

1. had sex?

2. bought condoms?

3. gotten pregnant?

4. failed a class?

5. kissed a boy?

6. kissed a girl?

7. had a job?

8. left the house without my wallet?

9. bullied someone on the internet?

10. sexted?

11. had sex in public?

12. smoked weed?

13. smoked cigarettes?

14. smoked a cigar?

15. drank alcohol?

16. been to a wedding?

17. been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

18. watched tv for 5 hours straight?

19. been late for school?

20. kissed in the rain?

21. showered with someone else?

22. been outside my home country?

23. been on a road trip longer than 5 hours?

24. had lice?

25. gotten my heart broken?

26. had a credit card?

27. been to a professional sports game?

28. broken a bone?

29. been unhappy about my weight?

30. won a trophy?

31. cut myself?

32. been on a diet?

33. rode in a taxi?

34. stayed up for 24 hours or more?

35. been to a concert?

36. had a crush on someone of the same sex?

37. had braces?

38. wore make up?

39. lost my virginity before I was 16?

40. kissed someone a different race than myself?

41. Snuck out of the house?

42. had oral sex?

43. dyed my hair?

44. met someone famous?

45. been on vacation?

46. been on a boat?

47. been on an airplane?

48. prank called someone?

49. taken a pregnancy test?

50. been suspended from school?

[athelnar-blog]

cas slowly licking dean open and enjoying dean’s muffled cries way too much (◡‿◡✿)

cas drawing out every thrust until dean’s begging him to go faster, harder (✿◠‿◠)

cas finally letting go, slamming his hips so hard the whole bed is shaking and the headboard is banging against the wall (◕‿◕✿)

dean screaming in his pillow, coming untouched because it’s too much, it’s too much (✿ ♥‿♥)

cas watching his come leak out of dean’s abused hole (ﾉ◕ヮ◕✿)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

cas’ possessive growl because he marked dean up from the inside and dean is his ╰(✿˙ᗜ˙)੭━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

[rockandrollchick29]

[overa-chievious-deactivated2022]

IM JUST IMAGINING HIM BEING LIKE SUPER SELF CONSCIOUS BECAUSE LIKE MAN IT'S HIS //ASS// (I WOULD BE SELF CONSCIOUS TOO) BUT AFTER A DELUGE OF DIRTY TALK AND CAS WHISPERING STUPID SHIT HE SEES IN PORN LIKE 'I WANT TO BEND YOU OVER AND BURY MY FACE IN YOUR ASS' AND 'YOU TASTE SO GOOD' AND 'LET ME FUCK YOU WITH MY TONGUE' (A BIT STILTED AND AWKWARD BECAUSE LOL CAS AND DIRTY TALK) DEAN GETS OVER HIS INSECURITY AND LETS CAS GO TO TOWN AND ///GOD/// HE'S NEVER FELT ANYTHING BETTER I'M RLY EXCITED AHHH

*actually making sobbing noises*

[fuckeddean]

I’m here for this

[mishasminions]

[mishasminions]

ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS IN SUPERNATURAL

IS WHEN THEY SHOW DEAN AND CAS SHARING THESE AWKWARD “WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON BETWEEN US” MOMENTS

AND THEN THEY CUT TO SAM

[bisexualdeanwinchester]

[telarti]

THIS is why the “Sam is so done with their denial bullshit” trope exists in Destiel fanfic! It’s *canon*

[prayforjensen]

Sam is Me

[braceourhearts-deactivated20170]

tbh i imagine dean would be somewhat apprehensive about positions that minimize his leverage or restrict his movement. but pretty soon his favourite position is going to be on his stomach sandwiched between the soft give of his mattress and cas’ warm body draped over his back and buried deep inside him, fucking dean in slow, small movements, with oneof his arms wrapped around dean’s neck so he can be pulled up for kisses, and the other bracing his bent leg so cas can make minor changes to the angle every so often.

yep. 

[nickmillers]

Each person is going to pick a card, and you’re going to have to dish something about each other. (x)

[happybeadscoshop]

Iconic

[ilostmyshoe-79-deactivated20181]

Morning, Sunshine.

Cas doesn’t really hear the words. They aren’t said with any seriousness, anyway. He can’t focus on anything other than finding Lucifer, and any jokes or endearments are a waste of time right now. He simply files it away to be analyzed later.

If there is a later.

********

Morning, Sunshine.

Cas really hears the words now, suddenly remembering a few years ago when Dean said them for the first time. They had been teasing then, but there’s something softer in Dean’s tone now, a little more weight behind it. Cas smiles in return, unable to stop his reaction, and Dean seems satisfied with that.

Cas pretends that he’s completely satisfied, too.

********

Morning, Sunshine.

Cas groans. He’s still getting used to being human, and he hates getting up in the morning. He’d spend all day in bed if he could. But Dean’s grinning at him almost apologetically, and Cas knows he’s going to have to leave the bed soon.

He pulls Dean back under the covers anyway, and Dean indulges him, settles back in for a few more minutes of warm skin and tangled legs and hands gently stroking hair.

********

Morning, Sunshine.

Cas has heard that phrase every morning for almost thirty years now.

It’s still the best part of each day.

[cryingcryptids-deactivated20181]

Pairing: Destiel Rating: Explicit, NSFW Warnings: Witch!Cas, Familiar!Dean, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha!Cas, Omega!Dean

“Dean, are you…Are you certain?”

Castiel’s gravelly voice hitched on the words slightly. His blue eyes were wide, irises darkened slightly. His fingers clenched tightly on Dean’s hips as the Omega straddled him.

Dean’s heart thundered inside of his chest.

This was the moment of truth. There were a few things that Dean was sure of. He knew that he was a Familiar, taking after his father. He knew that he liked whiskey, burgers, and helping people. He knew that he was an Omega, bigger and brasher than most, but still an Omega. He knew that his brother and mother were some of the best witches in Kansas. And he knew, unequivocally, that Castiel Novak was both his Witch and his mate.

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[puppycastiel]

How to support your boyfriend’s attempt at stand-up: a visual, step-by-step guide by Misha Collins

1. When he tries to ‘set the stage’ by asking “Did you hear [the joke] about the _____,” indulge him by saying “I have, but I’d like to hear it again” (even though you’ve literally heard it a hundred times):

2. Once he starts telling the joke, be engaged and set a good example for the audience:

3. Observe the audience’s reaction on his behalf:

4. When he’s done, encourage the audience to react favorably:

5. Sometimes, the joke might not take, and your boyfriend will start pouting and asking if his mic was on. If this happens, wipe that sweat off your brow and get up. It’s time for some T.L.C.:

6. Contact is important! Touch his shoulder to ground him and provide immediate comfort:

7. Time to deflect his attention. Share an inside joke that you know will make him laugh:

8. He’ll be so busy laughing that he’ll forget all about his stand-up career. And besides, who needs stand-up when he has you to make him laugh. Is he still laughing? Good. He probably won’t stop for an hour (or for however long you’re both on stage). Look how happy he is. You’re a great boyfriend. Go you.

[avyssoseleison]

Hi I don't know if you're still doing the prompt thing, but if you are could you write Charlie and Sam making fun of Dean and Cas for being loud in bed?? Love your account :D

“Like, it’s not that we’re not glad you two got your happy ending,” Charlie begins, looking at Cas and Dean over the rim of her coffee mug with rumpled hair and dark shadows under her eyes. “God knows I love a happy ending,” she says, sounding far from loving anything, least of all happiness. She only sounds tired.

“But that doesn’t mean we wanna know too much of your happy endings,” Sam concludes in a tortured voice, meaningfully raising both his eyebrows in their direction. Charlie scrunches up her nose at his words.

Dean freezes where he stands, with one hand on the back of the chair, in the middle of pulling it out to sit down at the breakfast table. Cas, meanwhile, hovers right behind him and keeps one hand on Dean’s flank at all times and his lips dangerously close to his neck, as if he’s just waiting for the chance to bite and lick at the skin again, mark it up as he loudly did all night. As if it wasn’t already littered with bruises of all colors and sizes, most of them fresh.

Cas comes to a halt as well, but only because Dean does.

“What?” Dean asks, and it’s obvious that he’s already trying to play off whatever they are going to say, but instead of sounding rough and nonchalant, his voice goes up and he blushes ever so slightly. “What,” Dean tries again, after clearing his throat, “what the hell you talking about?”

“The names,” Charlie says, in what seems like a non-sequitur at first glance.

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