The Fluid Poet

Well, I'm not gonna lie, this is mostly spn. I'm a bit obsessed, just like I'm somethingsexual (since I have no clue what I actually am and thought I was ace but now idk maybe I just hate kissing) and a Christian. I tend to go through and like and reblog whatever I see so occasionally I have to come back afterwards and delete stuff off of my blog because I reblogged something I hated. Please don't judge too much.

[samwantssomesleep]

Dean, making breakfast: Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.

Jack, rubbing his eyes: But I don’t eat meat.

Dean: Fine. Wakey, wakey, vegetables and sadness.

[samwantssomesleep]

Dean, looking at Sam and Gabriel talking: Am I the only straight person in this group?

Cas:

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Sam: So, how’d you get into an accident, anyway?

Cas: Yes, Dean, how?

Dean: …I was driving. And Cas said, “Deer!”

Cas: And what’d you say next, Dean?

Dean: …Yes, honey?

[samwantssomesleep]

Cas: Oh, come on. I wasn’t that drunk.

Dean: You tried to colour my face with a highlighter because you said I was, “important.”

Cas: Because you are!

[samwantssomesleep]

Gabriel: *grabs the scanner at a grocery store checkout*

Gabriel: *scans Sam*

Sam: What are you doing?

Gabriel: Checking you out.

Charlie: That was smooth as fuck, but you should give back the scanner.

[samwantssomesleep]

Sam and Charlie, sitting on Sam’s bed, sheets of paper surrounding them.

Sam: So, this is the plan?

Charlie: Yup, this’ll be how you ask out Gabe.

Sam, running a hand through his hair: I’m so nervous.

Gabriel, falling out of the closet where he was listening: Don’t be!

[samwantssomesleep]

Dean: Someone choke me. Not even in a sexual way. I just want to die.

Cas: You can choke someone in a sexual way?

Sam:

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Sam: So…how long have you loved Cas?

Dean: That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get-why would-I’ve never loved anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your-you have-the nerve, the audacity-Cas is my friend. And he is terrible, facewise. And how-how do I know, frankly, that you aren’t in love with him. Maybe you are. Maybe you’re doing this to throw me off? Hmm, check and mate.

Cas: *walks by*

Dean: I love you.

[samwantssomesleep]

Sam: Um, I’m dating someone, Dean. Thought I should tell you. You know, for hunting and st-

Dean: My God, Sam, just rip off the band-aid already.

Sam: I’m dating Gabriel.

Dean: Okay, put the band-aid back on.

[samwantssomesleep]

Gabriel: Four years ago today, I married my best friend.

Jack: Aww…

Gabriel: Yeah, Sam was pretty mad about it, but Rowena and I were pretty drunk and we both thought it was funny.

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Gabriel: Don’t bring your negativity into this positive conversation.

Sam: Electrons.

Gabriel: … You’re lucky you have a pretty face.

[samwantssomesleep]

Dean, lying next to Cas in bed: Nice.

Cas: *moves a little closer*

Dean, holding back tears: N I C E

[samwantssomesleep]

Sam: Fun Christmas idea: Hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing you have to fight whoever ever is under it.

Dean: Mistlefoe.

Gabriel: Someone’s halls are getting decked!

[samwantssomesleep]

Sam: If someone asked me what the most beautiful thing in the world would be, I’d say it’s you.

Gabriel, looks up from his game: Sorry, what was that, Samshine?

Dean: He said you’re an idiot.

Gabriel: *looks at Sam*

Sam: *stutters*

Dean: *laughs*

[samwantssomesleep]

Sam: Dean, are you okay?

Dean: Yeah, what makes you ask?

Sam: It’s just…you texted me while you were in the shower asking if damage repair shampoo works on hearts.

[samwantssomesleep]

Some random guy: I just think you’re really attractive and maybe you’d like to hang out?

Dean: Sorry I’m straight.

Castiel: Hi, Dean.

Dean: So, turns out I’m not straight.

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Dean, with silly string in his hair: 1 universe, 9 planets, 7 seas, 7 continents, 809 islands, 204 countries, and I still had to meet you.

Gabriel, holding a thing of silly string: There’s 8 planets, you uncultured swine!

Dean: Pluto’s still a planet in my heart, asshat!