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[blurryf4ce]

Hey you have a cool name can I ask how you pronounce it?

Weirdly enough I've gotten a few asks about this so I'll just answer this one, my name is Irish so it's pronounced ee-fah!

[boldlyygo]

So you posted that one zodiac sign about punk signs and mine was on there and you tagged it as Emma and I was so confused because my names Emma but I don't think I've ever talked to you before but I am now so hi!

hah! omg. hi Emma! my best friend is also named Emma and it appears as if we’re all in the punk squad #nice

[agentprincessmechanic]

So agentfelicitysmoak tagged me in a thing forever ago but since Ive been a little out of it I sort of missed it But my name spelled in songs is as followed: J / Just Give Me a Reason- P!nk E / Ever the Same- Rob Thomas N / Novocaine- FOB Now I tag: wo0n sassmastermoose confusedcastiel mollucifer and cary-onmywaywardson

[fluorishandblotts]

also these blogs are rad

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and just to restate

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Destiel Teacher/Student Soulmate AU

[Part IV] Part III . Part II . Part I  [[Fanfiction link.]]

The week went by slowly, Castiel and Dean refusing to make eye contact with each other, and, thus, causing tension between the whole class. A few of them were making bets on what had happened (“I bet Winchester said something stupid”/”Did you hear the rumor about Mr. Novak?”), but there was no guess of what had actually happened.

Sam Winchester, however, little brother, and always ready to get in his brother’s business when he knew that Dean needed it, was not about to let this go on unaddressed. He knew the tension was there just as much as anyone else, but he also knew Dean to be someone who would dwell on his problems to the point that he basically self-destructed, and, believe it or not, Sam was not the kid that Dean was convinced he had to defend from all of the bullies at school, and he just wanted to make sure that Dean was careful with whatever mess he had gotten himself into this time.

On the way home from school on Friday, Jess came back to their house with them, Sam and Jess in the backseat, excitedly babbling between each other about their week’s adventure, and Dean just ignored them, sleeve pulled up over his wrist. Jess had not been told about the soul mate issue (and Dean had to remind himself that he owed his little brother who would usually blab about just about anything something big for keeping his mouth shut this time), but Sam? Sam was curious.

Every night, the younger of the two begged for information from Dean, even went so far as to point it out to Bobby, a close family friend and basically second father, that Dean’s clock had run out. Dean had sent his brother a glare to rival any face that Sam had ever tried against him, but it was no use. They were both curious now, and even if Jess didn’t know, Bobby knowing meant that anyone else who was important knew.

To be perfectly honest, Dean was pretty sure that Jess knew too. Sam may have been trying to keep his curiosity and excitement under a wrap, but he knew his little brother. When something worked him up to this sort of a point, it was no surprise that he was going to end up getting too excited and letting it slip, even if he wasn’t meant to say it. Either way, Dean had never actually told Sam that he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone.

It shouldn’t be something that was going to be a secret forever! Goddammit, this was a moment in which Dean Winchester was supposed to be happier than he had ever been before, but instead he was terrified and upset, because of the fact that he was never going to really be able to know his soul mate. Out of all of the people who could have possibly ended up as Dean’s soul mate, it was his new English teacher.

His new English teacher who had fled from class the day after the clock stopped, presumably because of the fact that Dean Winchester was his soul mate. A student who didn’t try, and didn’t care. A student who he’d had to save on his very first day of work! Someone who was obviously way out of the league of a man who could deal with giggling teenage girls and classical literature at the same time. Dean Winchester. He wasn’t right for anyone, not really. But he had someone, and he couldn’t do anything about that.

Castiel (Mr. Novak? What was Dean even supposed to call his soul mate, considering he was also his English teacher?) had fled from class that day. He hadn’t given an explanation to the students, but the eye contact had been enough for Dean to know. He had realized what had happened, and he was not going to deal with it. He was running, like Dean wanted to. But Dean couldn’t. Unluckily for Mr. Novak, he was stuck in the class.

Dean hadn’t realized Sam’s worried look or the fact that they got home until he felt himself pulling the key from the car in such a routine motion that he couldn’t have possibly messed it up. Sam, who had his whole life together now and never had to worry about his soul mate not working out (well, as far as they knew at that point, there was so much to come in the life of the young Winchester), waved Jessica into the house before turning to Dean with a worried frown.

“Dean, do you want to talk about it?” He inclined his head toward his brother’s wrist, and Dean just narrowed his eyes, standing up and pulling his sleeve down, as if the numbers weren’t hidden already.

“Sam, I’m fine. I didn’t meet my soul mate. Whatever. If we’re really meant for each other, or whatever the hell it’s supposed to mean, we’ll run into each other again. It’s not the end of the world that the time that we met for the first time I didn’t actually meet him. Or her. Or whatever. They probably were busy too,” He shrugged, grabbing his backpack, but his arm was grabbed by Sam.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what, Sam? Just telling me to stop can have all sorts of implications. Stop doing my homework, stop driving you home, stop doing the things that I do when I know that you’re li-“

“Dean, don’t you dare go on with that sentence,” Sam’s look turned scandalized, and Dean laughed at his brother, ruffling his hair and (mostly) pulling himself out of his funk.

“Sammy, if I needed your help, I’d ask for it. If I needed advice for it, I know you’re right there to go to. But I’m not worried about it. It’ll work out how it’s supposed to work out. Maybe my soul mate’s an ass anyway. You know, there was that new girl in class,” Dean turned on his brother with a smirk as he started into the room, “Damn, if you didn’t have Jess, you would’ve been staring too.”

“Dean!” Sam’s voice was a whine, shoving his older brother, and Dean laughed to him, opening up the door, knowing that Jess had been listening the whole time, soft footsteps disappearing into the house, to Sam’s room, where they’d ‘work on homework’ (except who was Dean kidding: Sam and Jess were probably actually working on homework. No insinuation necessary). The older walked into the house and kicked the door closed behind his brother.

“You know it’s true!” Dean winked, shoving past, rubbing at one of his arms that had a bruise left on it from the day that Mr. Novak had… No. he didn’t want to think about that. That was the past, and he was no longer going to think about Mr. Novak ever ever. Ever. Mr. Novak was his English teacher.

The day went on how every day did, Dean sitting on the couch, his notebook in his lap, but it was Friday, so why would he really do his homework? He laughed at the thought of it, watching TV until he heard his phone ring, groping over to grab it and then glancing down at the ID. Benny.

He groaned and rolled over so that he could mute the TV to actually be able to hear what his friend was saying and put the phone to his ear.

“Yeah?”

“You doing anything tonight,” Right to the point, of course. Dean didn’t expect anything else from his friend. Not that he minded all that much. He loved Charlie and Jo, but sometimes Jo would go on and on about her day (mostly just because she knew it annoyed him), and Charlie was prone to go on rants about whatever ‘fandom news’ she had (“Did you hear about the new episode of…?!”). They both knew that it annoyed Dean, and found it hilarious to hear him try to get them to stop with their babbling. Though, Charlie was just as passionate about her shows as she spoke to Dean, but she still followed the same patterns that Jo did with her talking on the phone. Benny, on the other hand, was not a babbler. Thank god. Dean didn’t know how many more girlfriends he could handle.

But that was okay – he didn’t have many friends in general. Other than the ones that he shared with his little brother, and Benny, Charlie, and Jo, most of the people in the school pretty much avoided Dean. He didn’t care, except for about the bullies. The bullies were assholes and Dean knew that he couldn’t stop them if he tried, and he didn’t really want to. Let them have their fun. They’d be stupid if they wanted to be stupid – it wasn’t going to affect Dean other than the physical.

Or so he told himself. He caught the pitying looks, the worried stares. He didn’t care.

“Of course not, Benny. What would I even be doing that you didn’t know about?” He rolled his eyes, sitting up and grabbing his shoes almost immediately. That meant that Benny had plans. Thank god for plans. That was some of the best news Dean had heard all day. As long as they avoided the whole ‘soul mate’ issue.

“Then come by my place. I know Sam’s got Jess over, and I won’t fuss you about your soul mate if you don’t talk about it, because I know you’ve been freaked all week. C’mon. It’s not too bad!”

Dean made a face, looking up toward the ceiling before he nodded his head, glancing back toward the wall. “What are we doing?”

“Just hangin’ out! Do we need to have a purpose?”

Dean sighed, knowing it wasn’t worth the fighting, so he went to Benny’s.

True to his word, the soul mate was not brought up, and Dean was immensely relieved about that.

But it was only a matter of time until someone got curious, until someone realized that his clock was at zero and that he hadn’t mentioned a thing about his soul mate, barely even given Sam any information when usually he’d tell his brother everything. He was avoiding it, and it was working out pretty well.

So, if they could make it through the year without having to address the whole ‘soul mate’ thing, Dean would be all the more pleased.

Too bad that Dean knew he had Castiel’s (Mr. Novak’s? What do you even do there?) class every day next week.

Too bad Dean knew that it never worked well for him when he wanted it to.

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Destiel Teacher/Student Soulmate AU [Part I] [Part II] Part III

He had barely even finished his sentence when he started feeling like he was going to throw up the door, and he was out of the door in less than a second, not letting himself listen to any of the students calling after him (some in concern, some seemed mocking). Castiel rushed out of the classroom as though the whole building was going to fall apart at any moment, and he pushed his way into the teacher’s lounge, staring around it for a moment, trying to catch his breath, trying to do anything to just make himself understand what he had just noticed. Because he had to be wrong. This couldn’t be happening!

His soul mate was Dean Winchester. A student. Not only was that all sorts of illegal (he didn’t know anything about the boy, but there was no way that he was of age, was he?), but it was also against the rules! And it seemed immoral, no matter the rules against it. He couldn’t let it get in the way of his career, not when he had just started!

All of the thoughts were swimming through his head as panic started to envelop him, and then the door opened, and Castiel groaned, pressing his face close against his legs and sinking to the ground. Not many of the other teachers knew him all that well yet, since he was still new in the school, but one of his brothers (the one who had gotten him the job), Gabriel, also worked there and happened not to have a class when Cas came bursting in, looking like he’d been kicked in the gut.

“Kids that bad? C’mon, Cassie, it’s only day two, you can hang in for another hundred some,” Taking the lollypop out of his mouth, Gabriel grinned toward Castiel, who shot him a glare that apparently told the fact that he was not in the mood for his brother’s tricks and jokes at the moment. At all. He wanted to go home, but he couldn’t just leave the school because of a coincidence in a single student. It wasn’t professional, and if Castiel was anything, it was professional. He had just started this job, he couldn’t quit now!

Especially not when he thought about Dean Winchester’s green eyes, and the honest look on his face and the fact that – He was brought out of his thoughts by Gabriel snapping his fingers in front of his face.

“You in there?” His friend looked concerned, and Castiel covered his face with his hands, grunting out an answer, but Gabriel apparently didn’t think that that was what was he was looking for, because he kneeled down in front of Cas and started to prey his hands from his forehead before staring at his wrist.

“Gabe –“ Cas started to end the conversation of what he knew Gabriel would bring up, the fact that he had met his soul mate, but it was worse than he expected as Gabriel stared incredulously at the marks on his brother’s wrist. He felt a smirk on his face, and Castiel buried his face in his hands.

“Castiel! You met her? Or him? Ooh, is it a him or a her?” He grinned, bouncing on the heels of his feet, “Are they attractive? How did you meet them? What’s their name? Are you going to see them again? C’mon, Cas, spill the details!” Gabriel exclaimed, grinning at his brother and Cas grabbed his wrist away from his brother, a dark look crossing his face.

“Gabriel, it’s unimportant,” He said as a snap of his voice, and that only made Gabriel more curious, because who would just hide it? That was stupid! You couldn’t just hide it!

“Cassie, it’s your soul mate. I know you’re emotionally compromised or whatever is going on in your head, but you’ve gotta tell me. At least tell me something, even if you’re not about to tell me everything. Something, Cas,” Gabriel was overdramatically leaning over the man, and Cas shoved at him slightly, because his brother was, as usual, driving him insane. It was nothing that he wasn’t used to, Gabriel was always intruding on his business.

Sometimes, it was sort of nice. To know that his brother would always be able to see if something was bothering him, and would be ready to snap up and take care of whatever it was at a moment’s notice. Sometimes, though, like at this very moment, Castiel couldn’t wish harder for a different brother. For one who didn’t know him as well. Who one who couldn’t see through the pissy looks and stunted speech. For one who knew that Castiel only hid behind those aspects when he was hiding from something – or hiding something from him. Both things that Gabriel needed answers for right away.

“It’s a male, Gabriel. And if you start trying to gossip to figure out who it is, I’ll make sure that you don’t have a ride home for a month.” He said lowly, rising to his feet, trying to keep a focused look on his brother’s face, but knowing Gabriel would easily see through it. He wouldn’t abandon Gabriel just because he was annoying him. And the stunted speech was just used for making a point. He could easily keep up a conversation with any normal person as well.

Gabriel’s eyes lit up with the small fact, though, completely ignoring the threat. He wouldn’t push harder (yet, when they got home, that was a different story). “No need to look so afraid, Cassie! C’mon, chin up! You’ve got a soul mate, and I bet he’s awesome. And I also happen to know that you have a class at this moment and if you don’t get in there, those kids are going to turn your preciously organized classroom into a mad house. C’mon, you never leave your classes alone! What’s gotten into you, bro? It’s a soul mate – that should be giving you the opposite reaction. Unless he’s like… an ass. Or really ugly. Well, I guess ugly doesn’t matter too much as long as he’s not an ass.”

“Gabriel, shut up.” Maybe Cas just wouldn’t go back to class. Because, maybe, Gabriel was going to keep him right here and just about talk him to death. “He’s not ugly. But I don’t think he’s my type.” Gabriel couldn’t help to intervene to cough something that sounded suspiciously like ‘You don’t have a type.’ before letting Castiel continue. “And I can’t be an accurate judge of his personality yet because I barely know him. Now, enough.” Cas stood up, albeit shakily, but it was better than nothing, and looked to his brother. “You’re right. My class is probably going crazy. I need to return to them.”

Gabriel recognized the monotone covering the fear in his brother’s voice immediately and grabbed onto Castiel’s arms, narrowing his eyes at the younger of the two. “Cas, you know that you can tell me if there’s a problem here, right?”

“Gabriel, it’s just different. I would tell you if he was a serial killer or something. That is, if I knew. Now, go on. You probably have class too.” Castiel forced a smile (but after talking to his brother, it was a little more real than it might have been before) before exiting the room, leaving Gabriel (who, in fact, did not have a class!) to contemplate.

Gabriel knew Castiel. Knew him better than Cas himself seemed to sometimes. But this had him baffled. He’d known that Castiel was nervous about having a soul mate – the younger Novak brother took more opening up to before he really got along with people, and he could never be social in the way that Gabriel was, but it hadn’t been like this before. It hadn’t been to the point that Castiel would have to leave his class in a panic, and not want to go back. Where he’d force a smile, and not want to talk about it.

Cas talked to him (most of the times) when he had problems (except when the problems were Gabriel, in which case he’d generally turn to a cousin, or Balthazar, a close friend). He told him what was going on. Sure, he didn’t always want to, nor did he really like Gabriel worrying about him (he wanted to be independent), but he still told him! This was annoying Gabriel for that very reason.

Castiel wasn’t telling him something, and it was important. Probably one of the most important things that would end up happening to his brother. So now?

Gabriel wanted answers.

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reasons why my friends should not be fictional characters in my phone: snapchat just told me dean winchester added me and i got really confused

[thishasbeencary]

no, dean, you posted that thing about if you spit during conversation and all i can think about is that time freshman year when crowley was drinking that pink drink and all of the sudden was spitting it all over the place and had to scoot her chair really slowly out to grab napkins and me and balthazar were just laughing the whole time and i don't even think you were free but it was great.