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[canondestiel]

dadmom dean

aka propaganda for @need-him-pregnant-poll (please vote!)

[keikomivra]

NIMONA + LETTERBOXD REVIEWS

[spncentral]

cas: 🔪🔪🔪

crowley: *kicking his feet and twirling his hair*

[smoothoperatorleclerc]

occasionally cas likes to steal the impala keys and put them into his trenchcoat pockets with the sole purpose of provoking dean to step into cas’ space, pat down his pockets, and snag the keys back from him. standing chest to chest, breathing each others air with dean’s hand still in cas’ coat pocket, it’s so so easy for dean to close the gap; leaning in to kiss cas. and that’s why cas does it. because he knows, without a doubt, every time he steals the car keys, it’ll lead to a 10 minute make-out session against the hallway wall with cas’ hair tousled from dean dragging his fingers through it and dean’s lips kiss-swollen and his pupils dilated with lust

[angel-e-v-a]

[shnehollander]

HAPPY 3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO DESTIEL BEING CANON!

🎉🎉🎉

[dailydanneelackles]

@DanneelHarris: Dallas was great this weekend. I even found time to do a little tandem bike riding with my favorite guy. (x)

[perlukafarinn]

For the writing prompt thing, Dean and Cas doing something domestic of your choice

(set in season 5. maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but this is where the prompt took me and hope you enjoy it anyway <3)

It's mid-morning and aside from one older lady, sitting in the corner and flipping through a battered romance novel, the laundromat is empty.

She glances up when they enter and Dean nods politely at her in greeting. She gives him a blank look before turning back to her book, evidently not in the mood for common courtesy. Dean shrugs, parking his duffel on top of a machine, and starts to sort through the dirty laundry.

From the corner of his eye he sees Cas sit down on the bench, head tilted curiously as he watches Dean.

"You aren't going to wash all of it?"

"Can't mix colors with whites," Dean tells him.

"Why?"

Dean pauses, looking over his shoulder. "What, are you gonna start washing your clothes now?"

Cas looks down at his shirt, frowning.

"Didn't think so," Dean says.

He slams the machine shut and turns it on. After a moment's pause it springs to life, the drum slowly starting to turn. Dean sits, unthinking, and almost immediately realizes his judgment in error. He's too close to Cas, knees nearly brushing.

He glances back, but the old lady's nose is buried in her book, completely absorbed. He turns to Cas, who doesn't seem to have noticed how close Dean is, staring intently at the laundry churning in the machine.

Moving now would only call attention to Dean's mistake. He decides to be cool with it, ignoring the heat crawling up the back of his neck.

"What now?" Cas asks after a minute.

Dean shrugs. "Now, we wait for it to be done. I usually read or something."

Cas' frown deepens. "That seems like a waste of time."

"You don't have to stay," Dean says, stung without fully knowing why.

"I don't mind." Cas turns to face him, something oddly earnest in his expression. "I enjoy spending time with you."

Dean looks away. Scoffs, to cover the blush spreading across his cheeks now. "Okay."

"It was just an observation. I hadn't realized before how much time humans spend on waiting. It seems like a waste when your lifespans are already so limited."

"That's humanity for you."

Cas hums.

"It's not so bad," Dean adds, for reasons beyond his own understanding. "Waiting at the laundromat, I mean. Kinda feels... domestic, almost."

He falls silent. The machine keeps churning, a constant, steady beat.

"I understand," Cas finally responds.

Dean's lips quirk, a quick tug at the corner of his mouth. Not quite a smile but then, he doesn't have a whole lot to smile about these days. Feeling a sudden surge of bravery he shifts his leg, bumping his knee against Cas'.

"Yeah?"

Cas nudges his knee back, the movement small, almost shy.

"Yes, I believe I do."