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universalcas · 2 days
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You are more than a tool.
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spnstillstudies · 9 hours
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S3E02, “The Kids Are Alright”
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horrorcas · 10 hours
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sunglassesmish · 7 hours
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i was only going to do a few of these.... but look at him
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horrorshow · 3 days
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And now I have a chance to do that, so, yeah, I'm good. Let's go.
DEAN WINCHESTER 14x09 The Spear
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jrdnmichelle · 2 days
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i did this supernatural display as a commission! i thought you guys might like it even though it's not my usual type of display.
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wormstacheangel · 1 day
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Dean and Cas in Motel6
The sun was shining through the motel window. Its glowing rays danced across Dean’s freckled back. A sight he never thought he would be privileged enough to see.
Dean asleep—drooling on the pillow even—naked and tangled up in motel sheets. Which was not the new part. No. The new and most amazing sight was that Cas was laying almost the same way. Except for the drooling since he did not sleep. And in this moment he thanked his lucky stars he didn’t. 
He couldn’t imagine missing even a second of Dean’s peaceful breathing. 
Oh, but he wanted to touch. His hands kept reaching over wanting to rake his fingers in soft brown hair or glide his hand down soft warm skin. His body ached to just be close to his best friend but he was still so hesitant. Dropping his hand between them but continued admiring the most beautiful man. 
His lover.
Cas almost chuckled but didn’t want to shake the bed. Dean would have cringed at that.
But wasn’t that true now? After this night, shouldn’t Cas be able to call Dean his?
“Stay.” Dean had begged last night. 
Cas remembered every detail, from the way Dean’s hands gripped to the way Dean panted his name. Even calling him Castiel once at some point. But he especially remembered Dean’s words.
“Fuck. I love you so much. Stay. Stay. Stay.”
Since being reunited they haven’t talked about his dying words or “The truth” as Sam likes to put it. Cas was brought back to resume business as usual. Except no Chuck and Jack was now the all-knowing. Which meant Cas was gone all the time with his son. 
He has not had a second of alone time with Dean, but he got a phone call last night. It wasn't a drunk call that made him drop everything and leave heaven behind. No, this was Dean's prayer.
“Come get me.”
It was all a strange whirlwind after that. 
He arrived at a motel, knocking once before being pulled in. He remembers the hesitant touching but the kissing was desperate for them both. Closing the gap between them so easily before falling into bed. 
And now it’s the morning and here they both are. 
He worried what Dean would say when he awoke. If this was all one big mistake. He wanted to prepare his heart for another goodbye and, even if this is all he gets, this wonderful night with Dean, then he will cherish it forever. 
He will pretend it never happened for Dean’s sake. For their family’s sake. 
But he knew he could never forget the warmth he felt finally being with the man he loves. 
Maybe he should leave before Dean wakes up. Save them both the trouble of an awkward conversation. 
He carefully scooted out of bed. Sitting at the edge of it, watching his bare feet on the filthy old carpet, debating whether or not to savor one last look at Dean before he left. 
“Unless you’re getting up to get me some damn breakfast,” Cas's back straightened as he heard the raspy voice. “You better get back in bed, Sweetheart."
Cas turned his head to see Dean lift up the sheets just enough to let him scoot in but not let the cold creep in. He smiled his sleepy grin and motioned with his chin to come close. Cas couldn't help but let the worries melt away as he slipped into the bed. Their bodies were close, it was almost electric as they kept an eye on each other. Looking for answers neither wanted to ask the questions too.
“Beautiful.” Cas thought at the same time as Dean said the word out loud. Only a whisper but still so confidently said. 
They both smiled as the tension faded. Their hands slowly crept between them before their pinkies hooked together.
Cas looked at their hands as he confessed. “I've been wanting this with you for so long. I…I never thought it was possible.” I never want to let go.
“Sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass.” He joked but his small smile was so sincere as he continued. “I was missing you like crazy. And I was trying to be patient and let you settle in with your whole new role as God's Dad and all but,” Dean slides his hand up Cas’s arm and gently places it on his cheek. Looking into his eyes, Cas saw no sadness. “I'm tired of wasting my time not being with you. You can…you have me, Cas. Always did.”
His eyes watered but he wouldn’t dare look away from the pretty face. He took Dean's hand and placed a kiss on his palm. He made sure Dean was listening to him before he let out a heavy breath. “I love you.”
He heard Dean's heart race and his breath hitched before he relaxed. Closing the space between them with a kiss. Long, sweet, and wonderful kiss. 
“After we make up for so much damn time,” Dean pulled Cas almost on top of him. “Maybe we can get that breakfast we were talking about earlier.”
“I wasn't talking about breakfast.” Cas chuckled, bending down to let his lips trace warm freckled skin. “But I do love the idea.”
“Great.” Dean pulled Cas’s face away from his throat and let their eyes lock. “You know I love you too, right?”
Cas couldn't respond but he felt like the Grinch and his grace grew two sizes that moment—though he knew it wasn’t possible, he just felt so happy. His eyes finally shed those tears he was holding in while he tucked his face into Dean’s chest. Feeling big, strong, and—best of all— gentle hands rub mindless circles into his back. 
Cas knew he was important. He knew he was wanted to some degree. But finally hearing those words, from someone he truly loves, felt healing in some way. How has he lived so long without being loved?
The motel room filled with a golden light of morning sun and soft humming from the man he loves. You could see every tear in the wallpaper, mold on the ceiling, and even how the carpet had different color stains but at this moment, it was the most beautiful place in the world. 
In this moment, he was truly in heaven.
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dollyfl1rt · 1 day
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check out part one “anyone but you”!
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, PinV, fingering, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, flirting and just absolute filth
six months after the amazing hook up in omaha, you were now in kansas occupying yet another dive’s stool.
you were flirting with some guy. don, daniel, darren? one of those names. “so what do you do for work darling?” he questioned as you crossed your legs “i’m a..” how do you explain to someone you’re a hunter “i work for a security company” you lied sipping your beer. ‘dean’s probably to drunk to notice anyway…no his name is…’ you trailed off thinking in your head about the events from that glorious night you did sleep with dean. ‘the dean’ your friends called him.
“well i need a security system installed, you up for it?” don flirted before his hand slid up your thigh. why was he so much like dean? moments prior to your reply, the bar’s door opened. you spun in the stool to see who was also looking for liquid courage and music.
dean and sam.
“speak of the devil” fell from your lips in a low tone “huh?” don asked as you spun back towards the liquor wall, your back now to the new comers of the bar, “hey it was nice meeting you dea- don, i meant don..i’m gonna go before i get any more buzzed” you smiled politely getting up and gathering your purse and jacket. “leaving so soon?” you heard from behind you.
turning on your heels to face the two men “sam..” you nodded towards him then released a sigh before looking over to the man you had slept with “..dean”. you weren’t going to bring up anything from the one night stand forever ago. “you look good…” dean started “better than you left me anyway” he shrugged with a smug grin as you scoffed at the pass he made at the hook up “considering, you left me at three in the morning”
did he have some smart ass reply for everything?
“yeah sorry about that, something came up” you stated putting on your jacket and purse “oh i bet” he nodded his tone sarcastic and a tight lipped smile on his face. jerk “so anyway, we’re going home, you want a ride…in my car i mean?” he asked winking at you.
then and there, you wanted him.
it was probably the stare the two of you shared.
“i can get a cab” you told feeling a humid and heavy breeze as you looked intensely at dean. he looks so..fuckable. you wanted badly to see what he could do with his fingers since seeing him tie different knots with rope.
little did you know he wanted just as badly as you did to show you how talented he was with his hands. well, his middle and ring finger to be exact. god, were you jealous of the silver ring that decorated his finger.
secretly wishing it was your va-
“you sure?” the hunter questioned with a smug look “im sorry if im overstepping just..don’t want my baby in the car with a stranger” was when dan got the hint and scurried off. dean laughed stepping closer to you, sam off doing research on their case “lets go talk in the car, it’s too loud in here” as if that bothered dean.
did you refuse? no. how could you?
11:58 pm
heavy breathing filled the impala along with grunts and moans. “damn it girl” dean growled slapping your ass as you recoiled up and down on his wide cock.
“ngh” you moaned at the feeling before dean ducked his head to your breast, sucking. that only made you draw him in closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. “keep going baby, thats right, grind it out” the man instructed snaking one hand down to rub your clit. “aah- wait, right there..fuck im gonna cum” you expressed for the second time this night.
“ride it right, pretty girl” he pleaded with a grin on his face as he slid himself out of you. you felt so empty “why’d you stop?” you question as he laid you down on the reclined seat of the car then began peppering kisses down your face all the way to your wet cunt.
he kissed it a few times before looking up at you with that same smug grin. that was before he stuck in his two fingers as his nose rubbed against your clit “mm” you whined arching your back and tangling your fingers in his hair.
dean then started licking and sucking your sensitive skin. “let me hear how pretty i make you feel” he demanded finger fucking you.
maybe dreams do come true.
“please dean..” you begged as he understood and increased his pace flicking his tongue faster. “shit” you cried out as his talents made your vagina throb.
“you’re doing so good baby, hold it” he praised before leaning down to rub his tongue against the little ball of nerves between your legs. “please, please dean i ca- i can’t” you begged as your thighs swallowed dean whole and you went into a squirting fit.
“ou fuckk” you moaned quivering whilst dean is pushing your legs open and laughing “atta girl” he grinned toying with your clit a bit more before seeing that your eyes went blurry as he stopped to kiss you.
maybe he was the man of your dreams.
@taylormarieee 💋
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*2 AM*
dean: *wakes up in the middle of the night* cas? what are you doing?
cas: *sitting in the dark, squinting his eyes at his laptop* dean. this device is preposterous. it keeps hinting at a certain thing i should have done with some cookies? what cookies?
dean: *snorts*
cas: this is not funny, dean. i am deeply concerned about the functionality of today’s technology. do i need to bake cookies in order for this machine to be of service?
dean: …
dean: cas, dear, my other half, love of my life, you do not have to bake cookies if you want access to a website. you just have to accept them.
cas: but i am in no mood for cookies.
dean: oh boy, this is gonna be a long night…
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hallowshumour · 2 days
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Character meme of dean from twitter that I couldn't help but do.
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inacatastrophicmind · 17 hours
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sodium-h · 3 days
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Sometimes I just like to think about the three weird pictures I have of Misha Collins lined up next to cute/serious pictures of Jensen and Jared and just love them even more. Like... I could have chosen very serious, very modelly-like pictures, but no, Misha with a giraffe head was way better
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Even though I'm head over heals for Rowena, the Crowley + Castiel + Sam + Dean era was by far the best era of spn. And when they overlapped??? Heaven.
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notreallyaroad · 1 day
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no doubt endings are hard. but then again, nothing ever really ends, does it?
we are the rest - corey taylor
inspired by @butch--dean's chuck won video (which you need to go watch)
tag list, lmk if you wanna be added or removed <3
@disabled-dean @butch--dean @shineforthee @ladymalchav @bloodydeanwinchester @denimshortsdean @nostalgicbones @matxhstixkers
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castielsparkle · 11 months
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