#nerd!cas

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just a lil Nerdy!Cas, I wonder who is making him so nervous…stay tuned 👀

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[laz2y5]

he’s just a lil nerdy guy 🫶🏻💙

[justsomeheadcanons]

Deanjimstiel:“LARPing is fun, Jimmy!”

Title: “LARPing is fun, Jimmy!”

Pairing: Castiel/Jimmy/Dean, Deanjimstiel, DeanxCasxJimmy

Rating: PG (nothing explicit only innuendo

)Word count: 400 words

Square: “LARPing” @spnpolybingo

Content Warnings: implicit twincest, implicit incest

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Jimmy couldn’t believe he had ever agreed to this. Him, at a LARPing events? He wouldn't be caught dead less than 20 miles away from this kind of nerdy stuff according to himself. He spent his whole junior year distancing himself from this ridiculous dorky obsession of his brother’s. I mean as if it wasn’t enough that they were twins, Castiel just had to draw attention to himself by being the biggest dork in any room. Don’t get him wrong, Jimmy loved his brother dearly. He loved even more than it was commonly admissible, seeing as he was also his secret boyfriend, but Jimmy would never admit he actually liked taking him to this kind of thing. If he was ever asked why he accepted to drive for hours for something he didn’t even enjoy, he’d answer defensively that it was a two against one situation: Castiel wanted to go, and so did his boyfriend Dean. Oh Dean, Jimmy could talk about him for hours, starting with his very inappropriate crush on the guy his brother was publicly dating, spending a few minutes on those olive eyes, and finishing with how lucky he was that Dean was down with the fact that him and his twin were unusually intimate. When he felt the desire to roll his eyes at the two nerds in his backseat, he reminded himself that he shouldn’t be such a party-pooper when he was with the two guys he’d always dreamed of. A few hours of driving and a bit of “geek-speak” as he calls it, was a small price to pay for that. When they got out of the car a few hours later, and walked towards the giant white tents that were scattered throughout the field, he was thanked with another benefit of taking his boyfriends LARPing. Castiel had stopped and turned around a few feet ahead of him to smile back at him: “Hey Jimmy! Hurry up! These armors aren’t going to put themselves on!” he shouted with a wink. Jimmy sped up, noticing that Dean was already unbuttoning his shirt, and he knew he wouldn’t stop at the flannel. It’s really warm inside of those armors, so they only wear the bare minimum.

So what? His motives weren’t as selfless as he pretends, how ‘bout you try driving four and a half hours with them?

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

High school au: sassy gay cas and jock dean

This turned into nerd!Cas more than anything, but I hope you still like it! (also on ao3!)

If the text had come from virtually anyone else, Dean would have immediately thought it was a come-on.

But seeing as it was from none other than Cas, the potentially suggestive statement was mollified into a matter of fact announcement. My siblings will all be out of the house this afternoon. You can come by around four o'clock.

Even knowing who it was from and the exact intent behind the words, Dean couldn't help but let his mind wander to the more provocative side of the message. He was a horny bisexual teenager for God's sake, who could blame him?

Especially since Cas was practically the epitome of sex. He had the dark, tousled hair of someone who had just been thoroughly fucked, the kind of perpetual five o'clock shadow that called to mind some kind of male model.

His eyes, big and bright and impossibly blue, would piercing and analytical. Dean wondered what they would look like when softened by pleasure, the light irises overtaken by his dilated pupils.

His lips were obscenely pink, plump and perfect and unbelievably enticing. They looked slightly chapped, constantly making Dean wonder if they would be rough if he kissed them. Among other things.

Essentially, Cas was like an angel come to Earth, gorgeous and ethereal and hot like burning. The only problem with that was that Cas actually acted like a little angel.

While Dean was a jock in every sense save for the stereotypical stupidity, captain of the football team and a proud grease monkey on the weekends, Cas was the embodiment of a nerd.

He was valedictorian of their class to the surprise of absolutely no one, not even people who deemed themselves too cool to care about class rankings. Dean wasn't sure what exactly Cas' GPA was but he had suspicions that it was near 5.0, if not surpassing it.

Needless to say, Cas was ridiculously smart. Mind-blowingly. Astonishingly. Sometimes overwhelmingly.

He knew about everything from ancient theological theories about the Bible to the most recent breakthroughs in the realm of astrophysics. And boy could he talk about anything and everything in between.

While usually soft-spoken and awkwardly taciturn, enough for people to have mistakenly presumed that he was mute, Cas could talk for hours on end. He just needed someone to spark the conversation.

That was part of the reason why the poor guy had a reputation for being painfully awkward. Of course, it was true and half the time Cas seemed a zebra amongst horses but it still provided fodder for all kinds of nasty rumors.

His heavy involvement in a whole score of school-sponsored clubs deemed nerdy by his peers didn't help, either. In true nerd form, Cas was on the debate team, chess team, and the quiz bowl team.

Hell, Cas even dressed like a nerd. He may not have worn glasses but he constantly showed up to school in button-ups and slacks and shined shoes. He was even known to wear a tie occasionally, sweater vests too.

But none of that mattered to Dean. Well, it did, but it took a backseat to the more important fact that Cas was amazing and Dean had it bad for him.

Which is why, when he received the perfectly innocent text from the dorky little guy, his mind took the expressway straight to a daydream full of depravity and wistful lust. His head immediately filled with all kinds of ideas about what two people could do in a big, empty house.

And not one of those things he imagined had anything to do with studying or tutoring. The latter of which was the only reason Cas was inviting him over in the first place.

While Dean was usually a rather good student himself — he was smart despite what many people expected from him, more than a pretty face who could play football ― he had wound up falling a little behind in English. He had been too busy practicing for the big homecoming game to study for his first big English exam of the school year.

In his defense, football might get him a scholarship that would actually let him go to college while knowing just what exactly Hamlet's tragic flaw was wouldn't. (It was his  inability to act, Cas had informed him.)

Because his grades had started to slip, his uncle Bobby had inquired with the school about getting Dean a tutor. Dean's English teacher had been all too happy to comply, immediately looking into the available student tutors.

Dean had dreaded it, at first. He had been sure that he was going to wind up with some asshole who treated him like dirt just because he wasn't in all honors classes.

But instead, he had been paired up with Cas.

Cas, who was patient and never faulted Dean for occasionally struggling with some of the more difficult aspects of their English curriculum. Cas, who was sweet and quiet and listened to Dean's stories about football despite admitting that he didn't care for sports.

Cas, who somehow managed to make boring plays and mind-numbing poems more interesting than the most recent storylines on Dr. Sexy. Cas, who took time out of his own day to help Dean with his projects even though the school only required him to tutor Dean eight hours a week.

Cas, who shared Dean's secret love of Star Wars and Vonnegut, who vehemently agreed with Dean that Batman was most certainly a superhero. Cas, whose smile had quickly become the most beautiful thing that Dean had ever seen.

Cas, who Dean had completely fallen for.

Which is why Dean had been unexpectedly ecstatic when his English teacher announced that they were adding a project to the curriculum. Because that meant he had another reason to see Cas.

He had already decided on the topic and, with the help from his buddy Charlie, the most computer savvy person he knew, he had already finished the presentation portion.  He just needed to finish the actual paper which gave him the perfect excuse to ask Cas for help.

He had messaged Cas about needing someone to proofread his paper and had, in turn, received Cas' unintentionally innuendo-laden reply.

He had a few hours to kill before four o'clock rolled around, giving him enough time to get some things in order before heading over to Cas' place.

He threw together a couple burgers for lunch, calling Sam down from his room before the little nerd got too engrossed in studying to remember to eat. It was a little disturbing just how similar Cas and Sam were.

Speaking of his tutor, Dean informed his little brother that he would be stopping by Cas' to work on his English problem. With their dad out of town, Dean wasn't too keen on leaving Sam home alone, claiming he would drop Sam off at Bobby's heading to Cas'.

Sam hadn't raised any complaints. He would probably have a blast at Bobby's where he could read all the books in their uncle's makeshift library.

So, after finishing lunch and making sure Sam had everything he would need to spend a few hours at Bobby's, Dean hopped in the shower. He scrubbed off all the dirt and grime from his day, making sure he used the fancy shampoo that Cas had offhandedly mentioned was his favorite.

After drying off, Dean had thrown on some faded jeans and a black t-shirt. And, because he may or may not have had a bit of a kink for the whole jock/nerd thing, he decided to throw on his varsity jacket.

Sam had rolled his eyes at him as they loaded into the Impala, muttering something under his breath about Dean being a horndog. Dean had gotten him back by teasing Sam about the cute new girl in his history class, Jess.

It was a short drive to Bobby's place, the salvage yard only a few blocks away from their house. Bobby and Ellen were there to greet them, Bobby busy working on the engine of his Chevelle.

After promising to pick Sam up before seven and complimenting Ellen's new haircut, Dean started towards Cas' house on the other side of town. It was nestled on the outskirts of the richie rich part of town where assholes like Dick Roman and Crowley lived.

A huge white colonial, the house was big enough to accommodate Cas' scores of siblings and then some. There was a willow tree in the spacious backyard by a wooden bench, a swing hanging from one of the thicker branches.

The street in front of the house was clear, Cas' siblings' cars gone as he had implied they would be. The only vehicle in sight was Cas' ridiculous pimpmobile that was parked in the driveway.

Dean rolled his eyes as he parked in front of the house, putting his baby in park. Grabbing his bookbag and pocketing his keys, Dean climbed out of the Impala and jogged up the stone walkway to the front door.

"Give me a moment, please!" Cas called when Dean knocked on the door, sounding a little flustered. It was kind of adorable. And by kind of, he meant it was beyond adorable and he was seconds away from swooning like a nurse on Dr. Sexy.

When Cas opened the door a minute later, he looked flustered, too. His hair was mussed and his cheeks were slightly flushed, tinged a light shade of pink.

Like the nerd he was, he was wearing a white button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a light gray and blue argyle sweater vest. It was Saturday and he looked runway ready. Fucking typical.

He greeted Dean with a polite smile, moving aside to let him into the foyer. Closing the door behind him, Cas asked, "You need me to proofread your paper, yes?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind," Dean confirmed, following Cas into the living room where they usually studied. The TV was on, the opening credits of some nature documentary about bees playing.

"It's no problem at all," Cas assured him, taking a seat on the couch. He gestured for Dean to do the same as he grabbed the remote from the coffee table. Handing it to Dean, he explained, "Feel free to watch something while I read through your paper."

"No problem, man," Dean replied, already digging through his bag for the rough draft of his paper. He presented it to Cas with a bright smile, disproportionately proud of it.

Pulling a red pen out of his pocket, Cas leaned back against a gray throw pillow, taking the essay from Dean's hands. Crossing his legs, he started reading, absentmindedly chewing on the end of the pen.

Just as absentmindedly, Dean flicked through the channels without even glancing at the screen. His attention was fixated on Cas, from the curve of his slightly stubbled jaw to the soft blue of his pretty eyes.

That was usually how their study sessions went. Cas would look over Dean's work, eyes peeled for any glaring mistakes, while Dean gazed at him dreamily.

Yes, it was pathetic and yes, it was a cliche, but that was the way it was. And it wasn't going to end anytime soon. Especially not if Cas continued to look that freaking good in a sweater vest.

Cas hummed occasionally, nodding his head as he squinted down at the paper, not for the first time making Dean wonder if he needed glasses. He circled a few things with his red pen, probably tiny grammatical errors that would get Dean a few points deducted.

Dean kept staring at him, captivated by every little thing about him. The way he chewed on the end of the pen, the way he smiled softly while reading through Dean's paper, the way he absently swung his foot back and forth in the air.

He was yanked out of his reverie when Cas cleared his throat.

"This is very good, Dean," he announced, flashing Dean a bright smile. Recapping the pen, he tucked it behind his ear and continued, "You make some very good points about Shakespeare. There are a few grammatical errors but they can easily be remedied."

"Yeah?" Dean asked, rubbing the back of his neck. There was something about being the sole focus of Cas' bright blue gaze that never failed to make him flustered.

"Yes," Cas confirmed, nodding enthusiastically. "I don't think you needed me to look over it all. I suppose you no longer need me to tutor you."

"We can still hang out though, right?" Dean squeaked, not even caring how desperate and pathetic he probably sounded.

Cas blinked in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. He looked adorably confused as he announced, "Of course. But I'm surprised that you want to."

"What? Why?" Dean questioned, tipping his head to the side, a mimicry of Cas' habit.

It was Cas' turn to get flustered, his eyes widening as his cheeks flushed. He turned his head, lowering his eyes to the coffee table that was suddenly fascinating. Scratching his neck, he explained, "Because I'm me and you're you."

"Uh, yeah. That's kinda how life works, dude," Dean replied, beyond baffled.

Cas rolled his eyes before meeting Dean's gaze again. With a self-deprecating laugh, he clarified, "You're a quarterback, Dean. A jock. A 'cool kid'―" Dean tried not to laugh at Cas' air quotes "―I'm just a nerd. A weirdo."

"You're a lot more than that, Cas," Dean argued, feeling rather indignant on Cas' behalf. Someone had to be.

"Then what am I?" Cas inquired with a beleaguered sigh. He looked and sounded exasperated, resigned to his fate.

Sounding more confident than he felt, Dean puffed out his chest and boldly declared, "Well, if you want, you could be my boyfriend."

The result of Dean's words was instantaneous. Cas' jaw actually dropped, his face flushing a deep red. His voice was barely audible as he shakily warbled, "Really?"

"Of course, dude," Dean said, beaming widely. He shifted his hand to lay it over Cas', giving a reassuring squeeze.

As Cas leaned in to shyly peck Dean on the cheek, sweet and chaste and ridiculously nerdy, Dean resolved to send Bobby some flowers.

[bamf-castiel]

I realize you like Punk!Cas and Nerd!Dean... But another one of my favorite Aus is Punk!DEAN and Nerd!CAS. BARE WITH ME!!! There are the loud, rowdy jocks, the geeky, book-loving nerds, but you'll never see Dean with anyone. He's always alone. People say it's because he's so scary, nobody wants to risk messing with him. Others say it's just simply"how Dean rolls". He doesn't need to inconvenience himself with the presence of other people. He's the intimidating lone-wolf. (1)

Then we have Cas. Genius at science, charming, funny (in his own quirky way) - he's got a good thing going, he's got a great group of friends who all share his interests, he's great with people, he's fairly known among school. Then one day he's paired up with Dean Winchester on a science project, and while all his friends think it's "so COOL Cassie!" - all he can think is, "great, this guy." Because really, Dean Winchester? Cas doesn't get what the big deal is about him. (2)He walks around, moping and glaring at anyone who crosses his path. Who does he think he is, huh? What's his deal, is he trying to keep up some fucking image? What, does he think it's cool? Does he think he's scary? Intimidating? Puh-lease. Castiel's not buying any of it. He thinks Dean is just a stuck up, angsty little brat. No, he KNOWS he is. (3)(4) But three days later, he finds himself sitting on his bed with Dean Winchester himself, and they're not doing an ounce of work, because Dean is telling Castiel about how he pool-hustled this group of guys this one time and holy hell, Castiel is gripping his sides from how hard Dean's making him laugh. He doesn't fail to notice how Dean seems quietly elated that he's getting this reaction from CastielBut no, Dean /blushes/. And Castiel is struck speechless for a second because here sits Dean-intimidating-lone-wolf-winchester on Castiel's bed, blushing at the most medicocre compliment. Surely he gets compliments all the time? Castiel says as much. Dean only blushes further, to Castiel's- what, amusement? He can't deny he finds it incredibly... Endearing. God, he never thought he'd use that word to describe Dean. (5 )   WOW THAT GOT SO LONG I hope that doesn't bother you, that just- REALLY got away from me imsorry😂Idk, I just love the idea of that punk and nerd dynamic being switched around, y'know? Dean being this intimidating punk and Cas being a nerd but really it's Dean who needs Cas's love and reassurance, Dean who doesn't have too much experience with people in any way, Dean who totally gets fucked senseless and owned and taken care of by Cas behind closed doors heehee So yeah. Punk!Dean and Nerd!Cas.

NONNIE NO WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE SO VERY NOT BOTHERING MEOR if you are I don’t give a flying fuck, and please do it more often??? PLEASE?give me more of actually-a-soft-boy badass looking punk!Dean and nerd!Cas

[destiel-fic-rec]

I Think I Know Where You Belong by twentysomething

Summary: "Castiel wishes he wasn't this excited, but it's the best part of his night when Dean Winchester gets home from baseball practice."

Sequel: Everything Comes Naturally

Summary: "Except right now, they're parked in a field 15 minutes outside town and Cas is making fucking criminal noises underneath him- like no one has ever touched him like this and a really selfish part of Dean hopes that's true."

Comments: 10/10 based on Taylor Swift’s music video of “You Belong With Me” which automatically made me think of that amazing “Castiel is Taylor Swift” video. Seriously if you haven’t watched it go watch it. I especially love Michael’s little side comments that no one listens to.

[bamf-castiel]

I wanna join the whole thing please :) ya see, o started listening to punk not long ago, and I really like it. I always liked punk!dean better, but now I gotta say, I like it even more.Anyway. Imagine Dean being punk and all,but no one knows he's a genius, more than Cas even. And people are always sure the smell of cigarettes and alcohol is because he's using it, but no, his dad's a drunk heavy smoker, and it doesn't go off in washing machine now. (1)

Cas and he are in Cas's house, big or medium size, clean and open and smells fresh. Dean's afraid to even sit there and leave a again on the cream colored couch or a smear on the light colored wooden chair. Cas's room, though... Is a complete mess!! And Dean's like... Dude, we can't do anything here. Not like that. Cas learns about how a neat freak Dean is. This project, let's say, Chemistry, is a very important one. And Cas is sure dean doesn't give a damn and just tries to procrastinatebut he accepts, they tidy up a bit, and surprise surprise, it's more comfortable.he discovers dean knows everything about these subjects, let's say, the whole structure and bonding and carbohydrates. Suddenly, Dean's gotta go. He's got a shift somewhere, and he says 'someine needs to pay for food, right?' and Cas is shocked. He discovers dean work both in a salvage yard and the Roadhouse, and starts going there, until he knows where his shifts are.Cas loves their burgers, and learns Dean makes them, and the cook only fries them and puts the toppings dean also makes. He's like, smart, talented (he sang a bit when the tidied up the room), hard worker, good cook, kind and hot as hell,(wait, did he just said it?) And he understands he starts falling for Dean good scenario, ends with a kiss. Bad scenario, Dean's like... Dude... I'm taken. The girl looks like Tish from ten inch hero.

I guess my punk!Dean tag will grow today

[huntersandwerewolves]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester, Lucifer/Sam Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Chuck Shurley, Sam Winchester, Lucifer (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Lisa Braeden, Gabriel (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Balthazar (Supernatural), Raphael (Supernatural), Metatron (Supernatural), John Winchester, Jo Harvelle Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending, Playboy Dean Winchester, Castiel is a Good Friend, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Past Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester, One-Sided Attraction, Hate to Love, Castiel Has a Crush on Dean Winchester, Popular Dean Winchester, Nerd Castiel, Angsty Schmoop, Denial of Feelings, Out of Character, Destiel Forever Fic Challenge, Domestic Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jealous Castiel, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, First Dates Series: Part 1 of The One Where They Are All In Highschool Summary:

""It was a dare, wasn't it?" Castiel hissed, his eyes squinted. "Wasn't it?" Dean pursed his lips, his eyebrow raised, as if Castiel's anger was somehow amusing. "Okay. You guessed it. It was a dare. Happy?" "What was the dare?" Castiel resounded; almost growled, in a voice octaves lower than usual. "To flirt with me? Did you 'complete' the dare to flirt with the nobody?" Dean smirked again, the corner of his perfect pink lips curling. "No. It wasn't to flirt with you." He spoke, almost plainly. Like, it wasn't a big deal at all. "It was to make you 'want' me." Castiel turned his head from Dean, putting in a conscious effort in breathing. Dean continued, and his voice was as if he was resisting the urge to chuckle. As if Castiel's rage was actually entertaining. "You ought to thank me, Novak. I found a loophole. I'd have slept with you, and you would've 'wanted' me, and that'd have been it." Castiel's voice stuck in his throat. "But," Dean still spoke, easily, as if it were something commonplace. "What Ketch meant by 'wanting' was making you fall in love with me. The whole, whipped, can't-sleep-without-can't-live-without Love-me-tender-by-Elvis-Presley love."

A little longer fic than I’m used to, but man I nearly cried my eyes out at some points!! A fic that makes you feel like you’re falling in love. The build in the story is thrilling and definitely check out the other parts too!