#ew dean

[winjennster]

Walk of Shame

“Are you serious?”

“What?” Dean tucked in his shirt before realizing it was backwards. “Oh. Hah!” He pulled his arms in and whipped the shirt around. That’s when he realized it was Cas’s Save The Bees tee. “This isn’t even mine.”

“We’re on a fucking hunt and you’re doing the walk of shame? Right fucking now?” 

“Jeez, Sam, it’s not a big deal.”

Cas stumbled over to the Impala, cheeks flushed and an impressive bruise on his neck. “Why are we yelling?” he asked, voice way hoarser than normal and Sam didn’t even want to think about why. 

“I hate both of you.”

“Look, we’re on a stakeout. Stakeouts get boring. Cas and I--we got un-bored.”

“I don’t want to hear anything else about this. Both of you suck.”

“Well,” Dean chuckled, “Cas does.”

Also on AO3--this is my attempt at @winchester-reload‘s Suptober2020. A series of drabbles, one for each day, with the day’s theme used somewhere in the ficlet. <3

[ask-edd]

((Think I finally got a Dean design I’m happy with

He’s in the apartment next to Dan and CL’s with his not-actually girlfriend PW))

[awkwardness-in-its-purest-form]

If this doesn’t become canon- @ask-edd

[winjennster]

Favorite

“What the hell happened in here?” Cas stood in the doorway of his and Dean’s room, looking at the mounds of clothes, both from Dean’s and his dresser, piled on the bed, the chair, even the desk. 

“I can’t find my Scooby boxers,” Dean told him mournfully, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

“They’re here, but they’re dirty,” Cas pulled the boxers from the hamper. 

“Yes!” Dean snatched them from Cas’s hands and let his towel drop to the floor before pulling them on. Cas enjoyed the show for a moment before remembering why Dean’s boxers had been in the hamper. 

“They’re dirty, Dean,” Cas protested. 

“I can’t go a on hunt without them! They’re my favorites!” He dug through the pile of shirts on the bed. “Can’t find my Zepp shirt either.”

Cas leaned against the door with his arms crossed. “Also in the hamper,” he said, rolling his eyes when Dean made a beeline for it. “Are you going to defeat the monsters with your stench?”

Dean looked hurt. “I have things I like to wear for luck, ok?”

“I know, but they’re dirty and I know for a fact those Scooby boxers are extra dirty, because that’s what we used to wipe you off the other night.”

Dean blushed. “Oh,” he murmured, looking down at his boxers. “I uh,” he scratched the back of his neck. “Probably shouldn’t wear them then, huh?”

“I wouldn’t.”

Also on AO3--this is my attempt at @winchester-reload‘s Suptober2020. A series of drabbles, one for each day, with the day’s theme used somewhere in the ficlet. <3

[awkwardness-in-its-purest-form]

jkhlgsjadsjkh Dean shitpost based on the smoking thing

@ask-edd​

Bonus:

[nothinbutbxnes-blog]

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[marciaillust]

More sketchy Deanmon

[sabriel-otp]