Got this signed at NJ and ommmmgggg Best moment of the con for me by far. Jensen leaned down real close and made sure to read out the bottom (we know reading is harder for him! EDIT: I say that with love by the way, I’m really happy he took the time to read it.) and said “this is cool!” 😭
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I also told him Misha asked me to ask him why he sang Angeles to him all the time (EDIT: I had asked misha why Jensen sings it to him all the time, he said he didn’t know, and I said should I ask him and he said yes please) and Jensen smirked and chuckled and said, “it is a morbid song.” 😂 I then asked if they (him and Mish) ever finished writing that song and he laughed and said “no we have not”
Ep 3 is like, if you didn’t already love Vash and want to protect him at all costs then the simple ‘I’m smiling because I don’t deserve to cry’ should just put the steak right through ya and if it doesn’t then you’re just a Nai girl aren’t you
Next ep we finally meet the beloved woowoo and I can practice sketch his eyes
Suptober Day2: Pillow talk. Cas will have to re-read the chapter again for Dean tomorrow, but he doesn’t mind. In fact, this is one of his favorite moments of the day.
I saw somewhere that Jensen is a Good Omens fan. Wonder why that is, Jen. 😏
Dean snoring away, heavy like a log, on top of Cas will always be my favorite thing 💙💚
You’re the right kind of trouble
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I did promise you all I’d bring the naked version of THIS piece if that got to 500 notes. Ty for the notes love you fam. Hopefully, y’all like this one too 💙💚
See below for a short snippet, thank you @mattzerella-sticks !!!
"Dean, you promised me you'd wait until we were back in our room..."
Dean snickered against Cas's collarbone, idly scratching his hip as their shoulders bumped against the hallway's cool tiles.
"C'mon. Don't you know how delicious you look right now?" Wet. Skin tanned and flush from time spent beat with needles of hot, hot water. It drove Dean mad. "Sides... not like we aren't showing anything we haven't already."
That tickled a smile out of Cas, who began threading his fingers through Dean's hair. Petting him. Guiding him closer towards his mouth. "That's true."
"And haven't I been good then?" Dean continued, pressing tiny kisses around Cas's mouth. Each press of lip to stubble felt like he tongued a live electrical socket. "All of you on display, and I keep it PG. Keep it level."
"You've been pretty handsy at times."
"You weren't complaining then."
"And I find myself less in the mood to be doing so." Cas pulled Dean away, close enough that when he talked Dean understood what he said because of the steady rhythm of his lips brushing his and not because of his voice. Dean lost any ability to hear Cas, then. "Your brother's conditions regarding our lifestyle is dependent on the fact that he never walk in on us in the act. So unless you want to go back to wearing clothes at all hours, let's continue this somewhere else."
He made sense. Dean loved him for being able to do so as much as he hated hearing it. Dean's whine was stuck in the back of his throat but echoed far down to a point neither of them could see.
"Can I at least have one more kiss."
Cas obliged.
It was a consolation. It was a promise. It made Dean wish they were in his room already, though he loathed to break from the moment. Most of all, it was Cas.
