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[lilyfevers]

You said you'd wait forever But I blinked and the world was gone

[thirteenths]

WHAT IT'S YOUR /BIRTHDAY/?!!

[deanwinchestersheart]

[deanwinchestersheart]

Because of a promise to Nhixxie that I would show her a video of me dancing, here it is, haha. And also, really, I was imitating Jensen, dancing to this video of Jensen dancing at JIB Con 2013 (WOP version) because it's fantastic and hilarious. (p.s. if you watch til the end, you get to see my face, just fyi, haha)

[deanwinchestersheart]

Based mostly off of this (x); kind of crack!fic-ish, but really, it's just fluff.

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He’s sucking in breaths through his teeth and muttering his last minute speech ten different ways when he decides, ‘fuck it,’ and goes for it. He pushes his bedroom door open and swings it wide open to a glorious sight of barely veiled Cas in their bed. He swallows hard as Cas looks at him with bedroom eyes, gazing from underneath thick eyelashes. One arm supported his head—hair mussed up and ready to be pulled and tugged—while the other hand innocently lay over Dean’s spot. Dean’s eyes wandered and soaked in all the beautiful naked skin, only frustrated that the blanket covered that one area he most wanted to see.

“Fuck, Cas, you’re sexy as hell.“

Cas flashes him a smug grin. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Dean’s a bit distracted by the gravel in Cas’s voice and he blinks, “You’re so fine.”

Cas tilts his head, one eyebrow raised, clearly unimpressed.

Suddenly, Dean feels on the spot, hands sweating up a storm. He can feel a sweat drop dripping down his neck, “Your eyes are incredibly impossibly blue, like ocean—“

“How many times do you think I’ve heard that one before, Dean?”

Dean scrambles for anything. “Your voice—“

“Makes your pants drop in less than a second,” Cas says with a sigh, and for emphasis, he looks straight at Dean and drops his voice an octave lower, “I know, Dean.”

Dean’s torn between taking off his pants right there and being mad. “Jesus fucking Christ, Cas, just let me—“

“You’re gonna have to try harder to impress me with words,” Cas says, looking up to the ceiling like it was more interesting than a horny Dean standing at their bed door. Dean refuses to be chopped liver.

“I just want to tell you—“

“Let me stop you right there because I have heard every variation—in every language, by the way—of my attractiveness. I suggest you think very hard about your next words.”

“…Fuck.”

“One of my many talents, as I’ve shown you this morning, last night, and the nights and mornings before.”

Dean throws his arms in the air. “For fuck sake, Cas, just let me—“

“Dean.”

“Cas, I’m just—“

Cas sighs loud and slow, and it’s just long enough to snap Dean out of their bantering and reminds him why he was there in the first place. His hand reaches for something in his back pocket. He storms over to Cas’s bedside and stares with the most exasperated look he could muster, “Cas, you asshole. I was just gonna ask you,” and he gets on one knee and pulls out the ring, his face softening the moment he sees the complete surprise on Cas’s face, “Will you marry me?”

 “...Oh.”

Dean smirks. “Yeah, ‘oh’ sounds about right.”

Cas blinks and his mouth opens but no words come out. Dean doesn’t point out that Cas’s eyes were really like the ocean now; there were water in them.

“I finally made you speechless,” Dean jokes and he beams when Cas makes an indignant snort but chuckles anyways.

Cas sits up, pulling the blanket to cover himself better and he looks at Dean, full of fondness and adoration. “Dean, are you sure…?”

“It’s a yes or no question, Cas,” Dean groans dramatically, looking up to the ceiling with his eyes closed. “C’mon now.”

Cas is laughing. He opens his eyes, grinning. They exchanged that look, the one of deep gazing that spoke volumes of what they wanted to say.

Cas takes his hands, the ring, and his eyes are impossibly bright and blue as he holds it close to his heart like it’s the most precious thing in the world, “Yes, Dean. Yes.”

[taeskai]

It cuts deep through our ground and makes us forget all common sense

[deanwinchestersheart]

OH MY GOD I AM TEARING UP BUT IN A DIFFERENT WAY EFJVJLN

hahahaaaaa, gooooood ; u ; maj and I were dying about it earlier and now I’m attempting to write it as a ficlet somehow so that we can blog it properly hahaha a;dslkfjsa

[lilyfevers]

TO THE MOON AND BACK // DCBB 2013 // COMING OCTOBER 28TH

Castiel Novak suffers from the aftermath of a loss that traumatically changed his life when he comes in contact with Dean Winchester - an old acquaintance. That moment begins their story; a story built by tragedy, old coffee shops and empty playgrounds, held together by I Love You’s and each other’s warmth during cold nights, and eventually, torn apart by a notebook and a crushed dream for a long lost sister. It’s the story where pushing each other away is harder than facing what it’s really about, where two broken people always find their way back to each other - where two boys belong to each other, like moon and sun.

author: hrvelle // artist: kenshymidzu // graphic by: nhixxie

He shakes his head, as if the thoughts will go away, and caresses the soft paper of his sketchbook. He spots a name scribbled next to the doodle of a pair of eyes he remembers drawing yesterday. There is the name again: Dean.