#perchedangel

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also just so everyone knows i'm gonna start tagging all my writing as shristi writes bc i never know who to tag in which writing since more than 5 people have asked to be tagged sdfghgf

so if anyone wants to track that or idk check it out once in a while or just not idk w/e floats your boat you'll be good

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perchedangel replied to your post: weatherers replied to your post: anamiltons...

omg is he Cas

weatherers replied to your post: weatherers replied to your post: anamiltons...

ditto, sounds like Cas to me.

omG. sdfgfd well he is really grumpy all the time but then again he's like allergic to eye contact he never looks at any of of us when he's lecturing he just looks /down/ it's so bad. so i think that counts him out bc staring at dean soulfully is like cas's favorite pastime pls

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perchedangel replied to your post: good things but weird i just had a really...

ilu im happy for you<3

i love youuu too ;u;

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When Cas falls he just stays in his and Dean's room all the time and hardly ever comes out. So Dean, not knowing what else to do, finally cooks the fallen angel a burger because he knows Cas really likes them. And Dean brings it to him in bed so that Cas can still feel safe under the blankets. And the gesture makes Cas bite into the burger and smile and look at Dean and tell him that he's a really good cook and then Cas just puts his arms around his hunter and squeeze while breathing out a thank you, Dean, and Dean would just know that Cas isn't only thanking him for the burger.

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Laura my ipod is being dumb so i made yours a text post

1. First impression: I thought you were really quality and i loved ypur headcanons i was p surprised that you followed me tbh 2. Truth is: we became friends by exchanging deancas headcanons and i think that's the best way to become friends with someone ok 3. How old do you look: 20s so u look your age~ 4. Have you ever made me laugh: yesss 5. Have you ever made me mad: ofc not u are the sweetest <36. Best feature: YOUR HAIR IS AWESOME7. You're my: actual angel <3 also you're mine period so everyone get away from laura ok /growls possesively/

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I feel like Cas would garden when he’s upset. So when he’s mad at Dean and he wants him to know, he goes to the little garden he has been progressively expanding behind the bunker.

Dean comes home from the interview at a vic’s house one day to an empty bunker so he wanders around till be finds Sam in the study, deep into researching the case they’re working.

“Where’s Cas?” He says, looking around.

“Garden.” Sam replies distractedly, still reading.

“This isn’t when he usually goes out there. Is he..? ” he trails off, hoping he’s wrong. 

Sam looks up, giving him a sympathetic smile.”Yup. He looked pretty pissed. Kept muttering something about some tulips.”

“Tu-?oh shit!” Dean groans, scrubbing a hand across his face as realization hits him. He was supposed to water those damn tulips for Cas while Cas was away and he completely forgot. Sam gives him a sympathetic, you’re- so-fucked pat on his back as he walks past.

“Fuck off, Sam.” He scowls when he hears Sam chuckling in response.

He finds Cas among the bird feeders, refilling them carefully.He clears his throat, holding up his hands, palms out, in a gesture of surrender when Cas looks up and scowls at him. Cas doesn’t say anything, just points towards the patch of wilting tulips and goes back to refilling.

“Cas, I’m sorry, don’t be mad-”

“I’m not angry, Dean, I’m just disappointed.”

Dean groans, throwing his hands up and titling his head towards the sky.

“Ugh don’t you start that I’m disappointed shit, Cas! I’m sorry alright?” 

“There’s no need to shout, Dean. I have told you before, this is a place of tranquility.”

Dean stops with his mouth halfway to a reply, the words turning into a chuckle as the hilarity of the situation strikes him. When did they turn into a married couple?

Cas scowls again.”Are you laughing at me, Dean?” 

“No… just. C’mere.” He walks up to Cas, wrapping his arms around Cas’s waist and pulling him into his chest.

“Dean!” Cas protests, letting out a little squeak.

“I’m sorry, babe. I completely forgot. I’m an idiot.” Dean says, pausing as he kisses up and down Cas’s neck. 

Cas softens at that, putting the bowl of bird food down and turning around to press his forehead against Dean’s.

“You’re not an idiot. Forgetful perhaps and a bit arrogant at times and sometimes you…” 

“Yeah yeah, I get it.” Dean laughs, tilting his face up to kiss Cas softly.”I’ll buy you stuff to plant new tulips tomorrow. And I’ll help you plant them, okay? I won’t even complain at all, I promise.”

Cas smiles a little into the kiss, humming his approval and deepening it a little. 

A loud “ahem” causes them to pull apart and look over towards the bunker’s back door, where Sam in standing with his arms crossed, looking halfway between amused and disgusted.

“If you lovebirds are done with your little “kiss and makeup” session here, I’d like to eat dinner.”

“You’re such a little bitch.” “At least I’m not whipped.” “At least I’m gettin some”…

Cas watches them throw jabs back and forth, smiling and shaking his head at them affectionately as the three of them slowly make their way back inside. 

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A Different Kind of Work-Out

Sixty seven. Sixty eight. Sixty nine –

Dean’s movements halted, his body shooting up from its current position on the floor. Sweat coated the hunter’s face, the exertion of his workout having become more and more physically obvious. Hair stuck to his forehead, his usually pale cheeks tinted a vibrant red. After the push-ups, Dean had shed himself of his nearly-drenched shirt, continuing on with sit-ups – until he heard that irritatingly familiar fluttering sound.

“Cas, man, I’ve told you so many times to stop doing that.” Dean didn’t even bother to turn and look at the angel, instead returning to his sit-ups; the bastard needed to learn to use the goddamned door. Intense exercise was making the hunter short of breath – with every sit-up, Dean let out a small huff of air, not at all caring about how loud he was being anymore. The neighbors at the motel could either deal with it or switch rooms.

“My apologies, Dean, but it is a hard habit to break.” Cas was close by – beside him, probably – and Dean could tell, even without halting his quick, determined movements. No, he would not give the damned angel the satisfaction of his attention – he didn’t deserve it, for just fluttering in like that. ‘Use the door, Cas’, he’d told him, over and over – and the guy never listened. No, Dean would not give him any sort of attention at all. He was going to ignore him.

Seventy three. Seventy four. Seventy fi–

“Dean.”

Well this could be fun.

-ve. Seventy six. Seventy –

“This isn’t funny, Dean. You should not have any reason to be angry. I apologized, and I meant it.”

The angel was in front of him now, but Dean continued his sit-ups.

“Sorry Cas,” he huffed out, sucking in his cheeks as his back hit the ground once more. “A little busy at the moment.” His workout routine was strict – no pauses, no hesitation, no distractions. And Cas – with those fucking blue eyes of his – was certainly on Dean’s list of ‘distractions’.

“Please?” Cas’ hands moved to Dean’s feet, holding them down in order to help as the hunter’s body raised up from the ground again.

“Why?” Dean was smiling – that cocky half-grin that he knew Cas loved – and the angel looked so offended that the hunter actually second-guessed himself. “Cas – ,” He grunted, pulling himself all the way up, right to the angel’s face, “You need to relax, man. You know I’m joking, right?”

And just like that, Castiel’s eyes lightened, and Dean’s back hit the floor again, relieved. “Almost done,” he choked out quickly, his pace quickening, subconsciously fighting against Cas’ grip on his feet. For a while, the two men went on like this, in complete silence. The only sounds in the motel were the pants of the hunter, who was working hard to keep himself in shape. Cas, however, was never good with long silences.

“Dean?” The name was spoken so softly that the angel was unsure as to whether or not Dean would even hear it. But the raise of the eyebrow – the snarky lip curl, the slowing sit-up pace – they told Castiel that the hunter had indeed heard him, and so he pressed on. “Can I –,” The angel cut himself off, looking down with a tight swallow. This should not be so hard. All he wanted was – “Dean, can I have a kiss?”

It was against the rules, he knew. It was against Dean’s workout criteria. Castiel knew he shouldn’t even be here, but the sight of Dean – out of breath, cheeks puffed out and red, strands of hair glued messily to his forehead – it was too much to stay away from.

The hunter was smiling again before he pulled all of his weight up off the floor, his lips so tantalizingly close to the angel’s. Castiel leaned forward, ready for the familiar impact –

And then Dean’s lips were gone, and his back had hit the ground, his husky laugh breaking the silence. Castiel had no time to feel hurt, however, as Dean had pulled himself back up with astonishing speed. This time, Dean’s hand locked around the angel’s neck, grabbing at the soft black hair, tugging it roughly as their lips touched.

It was not gentle – but it was, in Castiel’s opinion – much needed. Dean didn’t let it go on for very long – too soon, the hunter was pulling away, chuckling to himself.

“Such a needy angel,” Dean muttered, grinning fondly at the man in front of him. “You owe me. Go pick up some pie. I’ll be done by then.”

The angel was gone before the last syllable escaped Dean’s mouth.

“Dammit, Cas, use the door!”

But he couldn’t bring himself to be angry – no, his angel never meant to be troublesome. It was just his nature. It was just what made him so Cas.

Finally, with no distractions, Dean could resume his workout. There wasn’t much left, not too many to go –

Ninety eight. Ninety nine –

“One hundred,” Castiel breathed from above him, pie in hand. “Now, Dean –,” there was mischief dancing behind those blue eyes, and Dean most definitely noticed. “I believe I owe you?”

Well - this could be fun.

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let's talk about dean and cas doing schmoopy little things together because they can, because there is no judgement. they know are each others and their guards are down. dean coming up behind cas and putting his arms around cas's waist randomly when a slow song comes on in the bunker and whispering let's dance.cas kissing all of dean's freckles one by one before they go to bed and dean is giggling, a high carefree sound that makes cas smile against dean's face. both of them calling each other cute pet names because dammit they fucking can and no one can stop them okay.