Just Supernatural Shit

[succubusliv-old]

I want to grab a fistful of your hair and bend you over my lap. I'll hold you there, even if you're struggling as I slide my paddle over your ass and the back of your thighs. I'm not even hitting you with it yet and you're already calming down. Is that because you know you need what's coming next? Is it because you need me to take charge? I can feel you relax into me. I can feel the tension leave your body. I can hear the whisper of a moan building inside you right before the first blow lands across your ass. It's sharp and hard, but not as rough as it will be. I'm in control and I get to set the pace. We have all night, and tonight you're going to let go completely.

[venomouslotion-deactivated20220]

why is this THE FUNNIEST THING I COULDVE PULLED UP AFTER THE FINALE

[vinylackles]

Jensen’s story about Arrow and Zeppelin saying “I love you daddy” for the first time at NJCON2018 (x)

[vinylackles]

Danneel and JJ watching Jensen on Live with Kelly and Ryan (x)

[perlukafarinn]

What about Dean and Cas as a pilot and flight attendant!!! Something cute and flirty :)

Dean is already in a pretty good mood when he gets to theairport. It’s not often anymore that he gets to go to a new destination, andsince it’s an intercontinental flight he’ll even get a couple of days’ vacationbefore he has to fly back.

He perks up even more when he gets through security andspots a familiar head of unruly hair a few feet away. The new destination andvacation are great and all, but if he’s being honest with himself, the factthat he’s flying with Cas is the real reason he’s feeling so giddy.

He speeds his pace and falls into step next to Cas ascasually as he can. “Hey, Cas, are you an air traffic controller?”

Cas doesn’t seem particularly surprised at the greeting,turning to Dean with a suspicious frown. “You know I’m a pilot.”

“‘Cause I’d like clearance to touch and go,” Dean finishestriumphantly, grinning when Cas groans.

“That one was terrible,” he tells Dean. “You need morepractice.”

“Just warming you up,” Dean says. “How about this one? I’mgonna need an oxygen mask, because you just took my breath away.”

“Terrible,” Cas repeats, but his lips twitch like he’sfighting a smile so Dean counts that one as a win.

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[deanstits]

Oh no! I love this and need 50k words asap.

[vinnie-cha]

someone needs to save these boys from themselves

[t1gerlilly]

Emporer Cas

Does this not scream fanfic?

[moonlightcas-deactivated2018111]

@starsinursa I found it :o

[starsinursa]

YES exactly this! 

Castiel the Tempter Angel… ;)

[avyssoseleison]

prostitute!dean accepting the offer of one strange castiel novak to live with him in his huge-ass mansion and act like his boyfriend whenever he’s at home, simply because the rich entrepeneur doesn’t have the time to take care of an actual boyfriend, yet still craves the intimacy and casual touches and having someone to come home to

and at first, it’s a bit strange for dean; it’s not like he’s not used to men wanting to fuck him or something like that, but he usually doesn’t move in with them and smile all sweetly and kind when they come home after a long day

especially because castiel seldom even has the energy to make use of what dean can do best – having sex, that is. so they most often fall asleep after dean has forced castiel to eat the dinner dean specifically cooked for him and ushered him into bed, with cas simply spooning dean from behind and pressing a few slow kisses to his neck

(and when they do have sex, it’s often castiel who takes care of dean and gets him off with his mouth and fingers and then goes to sleep right after. he claims he enjoys the image of dean writhing on his tongue and coming all over himself much more than he enjoys getting off himself and rather spends his energy on this than getting an orgasm of his own)

and it’s all rather weird and domestic, but the whole setting also allows dean to study during the day in order to finish the degree he’s doing long-distance, and it also means that he hasn’t have to work the streets at night and get himself into all kinds of dangers, so it’s just good for dean and makes his life easy and safe in a way it hasn’t been for years

the worst/best thing is, though, that dean gets used to it – not just the high-class standard of the mansion and all of the free time he has to himself, but also cooking something for cas and actually looking forward to his return. to talking to cas and eating with him and sleeping with him. he gets used to the hands he’s being touched with not trying to hurt and use him, but for them to pet and caress and take care of him and to take pleasure in his pleasure

he gets used to having a boyfriend, only that cas isn’t his boyfriend, not really

and things get strange and tense for a while, and even though dean tries to pull back a bit, all he manages to do is draw closer and to accept every touch and kind word; hell, he even buries his face into cas’ neck one night and begs him not to leave him alone as much, and on top of this being the probably most humilitating moment of his life, it’s even worse when cas actually complies and starts leaving work early to spend more time with dean and to have more energy to pleasure him

it’s also cas who takes that last, terrifying step and kisses dean all sweetly and softly one day and tells him that he loves him, has done so for a long time already

and that’s the last day they’re being pretend boyfriends

and the first they become real ones

[jambearie]

Trueform!Cas can't pick wildflowers, so one spring he picked Dean an apple tree.

The noise I just made was fucking ungodly omfg thats so cute

Send me trueform!cas headcanons

[shirtlesssammy]

I was struck this morning by how Dean seemed surprised to be healed in 12x23. Surely he must know that Cas will heal him; he knows Cas always does. But Dean doesn’t ask for help and afterwards he gets that little smile of relief and surprise and gratitude that’s so lovely but also incredibly heartbreaking. With so much to repair between them, of course Dean would neither expect nor demand aid. But what Dean doesn’t get, what he’ll never understand because it’s too hard for him to think that way, is that Cas will always save him. Always.

“You didn’t think you deserved to be saved?”

“I’ll never think that, Cas. Never.”

[pimentogirl]

Painting of Dean’s Eyes - 5 hours

I am so in love the colour palette on this one. It’s soo beautiful.

Not as beautiful as Misha/Cas in sunlight, but close and I enjoyed it so much I just wanna paint it again… I love hints of purple and blue in skin tones and his freckles and slight blush are such gorgeous colours… obsessed much!

[formidablepassion]

Soul-art by egorowna

[peacelovepride]

[archived8253]

hunters and angels have very different ways of expressing affection, but the language of love is universal :)

cas’s mating dance inspired by this bird

[paintchipped]

[burdenedwithglorioushiddleston-]

paintchipped:

Holy Texan accent, Jared.

Have you dropped that, or just disguised it better?

Woah, Jared had a Southern accent!?

[destieldrabblesdaily]

Every once in a while, Dean randomly likes to give Cas a present. Nothing too expensive or outrageous; usually it’s something small yet personal. Something that says ‘I love you’, without Dean actually having to say it out loud, while at the same time Cas will get the message, loud and clear.

Keys to the bunker, a symbolic gift. A new tie that looks a lot like Cas’ old one. And sure, maybe Dean was feeling nostalgic and offering Cas that present also for his own benefit, sue him. A mixtape, to share his favorite music with Cas.

And yet… Dean can’t help but feel like it’s never enough, no matter what he gives Castiel. Because what could possibly be enough of a present to impress an actual angel? A celestial being that has witnessed stars as they were born, could have everything he desires with a snap of his fingers, probably.

After breaking his head over it for months, Dean figures it out on a sunny day in June. Something that he can give Cas that actually means something. The Impala is parked near a deserted lake, and Dean feels at home right there, stretched out on the hood, Cas right beside him, both of them sipping from their bottles of beer as they stare up at the sky, blue and cloudless.

This is as good a time as any, Dean is sure of it.

“Hey, Cas?”

“Hmm?” Castiel turns his head, his soft blue eyes finding Dean’s.

“I want to give you something… I just… You can totally say ‘no’, if you’re not feeling it, or if you think it’s dumb.” Dean blurts out, nerves suddenly creeping up on him.

But sure enough, Cas is understanding and patient with him, as always, erasing all of Dean’s fears. “Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll want it, Dean.”

Dean breathes in relief, then fumbles with his hands, taking off the ring that he’d been wearing for over ten years now. It’s nothing special, plain silver, no real meaning behind it besides Dean buying it because he’d stumbled upon it and liked it. But it’s his, so he figures that the message will be crystal clear when he offers it to Cas, holding it up and waiting for Cas to take it and put it on his own finger.

Cas’ face lights up, traces of disbelief evident as he hesitantly takes the ring.

“Look, it’s not really about the ring, that’s not what I want to give you. It’s cheap and replaceable, and hey, to an angel I’m sure it’s as useless as everything else I’ve been trying to give you.” Dean mutters, ducking his head to hide his blush.

Castiel frowns at him. “I actually do like everything you’ve ever given me… But then what is it about? What are you giving me now?”

Dean clears his throat, reaching out to gently cup Cas’ jaw in the palm of his hand as he reveals the gift behind his gift. Something that Cas doesn’t have, but truly deserves. Something that only Dean can give him, and that will truly mean something. When Dean speaks up, he’s sure that Castiel has never looked happier.

“Well, if you wanna have it… a surname.”

[deansurvived]

Dean saw the boy the day he moved in next door: a shock of unruly black hair, lanky arms and legs, and moving as though every action were carefully planned. Dean peeped over the fence that divided their yards, having to stand on his tip toes. The boy wandered closer to look at the flowers on his side of the fence line, and Dean knelt down to peer through the slot where a board had broken.

“Hi, I’m Dean. What’s your name?”

The boy didn’t answer. All his attention was on a bumblebee.

“Uh, hey. Hey kid,” Dean waved his hand through the opening. He startled the other boy enough that he fell back onto his bottom. The boy looked up and smiled, and Dean’s mouth dropped open.

“Wow! Your eyes are so blue!”

The kid furrowed his brow and shook his head, pointing to his ears.

“Your ears?” Dean asked, confused. “They’re nice too, I guess.”

But the blue eyed boy just continued to stare and point at his ears until Dean suddenly understood.

“Deaf?” He asked slowly, carefully moving his lips, and the kid nodded. “Oh…sit there a second. I’ll be right back.”

He indicated the ground and ran back inside to grab some paper. By the time he found a pen and made it back out, the other boy was staring at the hole in the fence like he’d been abandoned. Dean plopped down and started to write at once, passing the kid the paper and pen when he was done.

I’m Dean. What’s your name?

The boys eyes widened and he wrote back. Dean squinted at the handwriting, small and neat compared to his own scrawl.

I’m Castiel. I’m your new neighbor. Pleasure to meet you.

Dean laughed at the proper way Castiel wrote, and shoved his answer through the hole in the fence.

You’ve got pretty eyes, Cas.

Castiel blushed when he handed the note back.

Thank you. So do you.

“Oh, I know that sign!” Dean said happily, and he quickly brought his hand to his chin and pulled it away, signing thank you.

Castiel frantically motioned for the paper back and wrote something down rapidly.

You can sign? How much?

That’s all I know.

He passed it back and Cas’s happy face fell. Dean suddenly wondered how many people Cas met that he could actually speak to. He thought of how lonely he must be, and reached through the hole for the paper, adding on to his last sentence.

Can you teach me? I want to know too.

Dean resolved right then that he’d be the best student ever, as long as he got to see that same smile light up Cas’s face every day and know he put it there.