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ursamajori · 1 year
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hey so we put your boyfriend in a tabletop campaign and now he has a martyr complex. yeah he got protective to the point of being self sacrificial due to his lack of self worth. we gave him a found family so he had something to live for but instead he’s just committed to being a human shield to keep them safe even if it kills him. sorry
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jenanigans1207 · 3 months
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I just love the idea that Cas and Dean actually manage to be sneaky in the beginning of their relationship, keeping it secret not because they don’t trust Sam or are ashamed but because they need to feel solid in it themselves before they tell anyone. So they’ve actually done a spectacular job of keeping quiet and not getting caught.
And then one day Cas and Dean are sitting at the table in the bunker kitchen, half asleep while Cas sips coffee and Dean munches halfheartedly on soggy cereal, when Sam comes back from his morning run.
“There you guys are!” He says as he pulls his headphones out of his ears. “I’ve been waiting for you to get up!”
“Why?” Dean asks, dropping his spoon into his bowl and splashing a little milk over the side. “You find us a case?”
Sam shakes his head as he heads to the fridge for a bottle of water. “I think there’s something wrong with the bunker.”
“What kind of something?” Dean asks, casting a curious glance around.
The bunker had seemed fine to him. Nothing strange had happened. No weird noises, no strange smells, nothing creepy or daunting that was outside of the ordinary as far as living completely underground went.
“Well, the lights have been acting weird.” Sam begins, thinking. “And the electricity will just randomly short out. It’s like all the fuses blow at once, or something, even when nothing has changed.”
Dean, still half asleep and only a few sips into his own coffee, doesn’t immediately make the connection. But Cas seems to go incredibly still across the table from him.
“Huh.” Dean says, pushing his bowl away and reaching for his mug. “I haven’t seen any of that. When is this happening?”
Dean still hasn’t pieced it together, but Cas is sending him a solid, desperate stare over the rim of his own mug. Dean’s mind is trying to kick on, to figure it out, and then Sam says—
“Well, most recently was last night. You were already in bed. And Cas— I don’t know where you were.”
And oh. Oh. Dean understands now.
Because yeah, he had been in bed last night. It just so happens that Cas had been in his bed, too. And they were— busy, but sleeping isn’t exactly what they were doing.
Dean purposely does not meet Cas’s gaze.
“Weird.” Dean says with a shrug that he hopes is nonchalant.
“Yeah,” Cas finally manages to agree, his fingers tight around his mug. “That is strange, I haven’t noticed it, either. We’ll have to keep an eye out for it and address it if it’s an electrical issue.”
Sam, beautiful, sweet Sam, doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss. He shrugs. “Yeah, just let me know if you notice it. Maybe it’s just a weird fluke.”
And it will be awhile yet before Sam understands why this only happens when he’s alone in the bunker at night, why it never happens when Dean and Cas stay up with him to the early hours of the morning to research. Sam will live confused but peacefully oblivious for as long as they can all get away with.
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wigglebox · 5 months
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Some style exploration sketches for Dean and Cas
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tricoufamily · 5 months
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a family
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arcanespillo · 5 months
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insanesonofabitch · 5 months
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It just fucking hit me that while Sam has never even heard of the Dean Cave until 13x16, it was one of the first places Cas checks when he arrives with the fruit from the tree of life. This is the same season Dean mentions having movie nights with Cas.
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crsentfairy · 2 months
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average ken carson enjoyer
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elksun · 1 month
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guess whose kidss
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backroadboy · 2 months
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At The End Of All Things
"You know, Dean, I–" Cas pauses and Dean can see his jaw clenching and unclenching, his brows furrow. "I don't want you to feel like you have to carry this all on your own, because you don't. We're all stuck here. We are all hopeless and scared, and– I know it isn't much, but...I am glad it's us." "Yeah, I– me too, man. Me too." And who was Dean to want more than this? - or - The world is ending, and there is nothing Dean can do about it, but he isn't alone. He has Cas. They have each other. Dean just needs a little time. Because this story is, above all else, about hope.
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Dean tries to ignore the disappointment that leaks into his bones when he arrives and realizes that the lights in the cabin aren't on yet. He shakes his head and laughs at himself. This is ridiculous. Dean closes the door behind him and turns on the lights. It takes a few moments before the lightbulb in the middle of the ceiling turns on with a faint click. 
The place is decent. Most of the cabins have a similar layout, a big living room with a small kitchenette situation, a bathroom, and a bedroom or in Dean's case two bedrooms. They had managed to make themselves at home the best they could with what they had, and living with Cas turned out to be much easier than Dean had thought. In the shelter of these walls, it almost felt like they were living a normal life. Cas and Dean had spent hours on their shared sofa, planning and researching ways to stop the end of the world, but they'd also spent an equal amount of hours just talking, drinking, and simply... being. Dean justified their little roommate situation as something necessary for them to make progress in their big plan to get Sam back. So sharing a cabin with Cas had been, above all, a matter of convenience. 
"Are you going to stand there all night?"
Dean jumps slightly at the sound of the voice he'd recognize anywhere. "Jesus- fuck, Cas!" He puffs before turning around. Dean catches sight of his friend's silhouette – all broad shoulders and messy hair – in a corner of the room. 
"You look terrible." 
Dean can hear the amusement in Cas' voice as he pushes himself from where he is currently leaning against the doorframe of their bathroom. He walks a few steps in Dean's direction, and Dean moves without thinking, meeting Cas halfway, taking him in a tight embrace. Cas returns the hug without hesitation, and Dean feels his body relax against strong and comforting arms. On instinct, he buries his face in the crook of Cas' neck and takes a deep breath. Cas smells like cedar wood and smoke, he smells like soil and sweat.
Dean is finally home. 
"Good to see you too, man. You look–" Dean begins, but stops when he gets a better look at Cas under the artificial light of their kitchen. He glimpses at the dried blood on Cas' temple, then the black eye, and his busted bottom lip. 
He grabs Cas' shoulders, maybe a little too roughly, "Woah, what the fuck happened to you, man?" 
Cas just shrugs, eyes tired, but a soft smile adorning his lips. He loosens his grip around Dean's shoulders and takes a step back, his hands falling to his sides. The loss makes Dean frown, his hands move up on their own accord. It takes him a second to realize what he is doing, but when he does, Dean relaxes his face and crosses his hands over his chest. He leans against the kitchen counter behind him instead. 
Smooth, Winchester. Real smooth.
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soeurdelune · 3 months
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si vous tombez sur des ressources, des citations, des guides, des avatars, des gifs, des icons ou quoi que ce soit d'autre qui vous plaise, pensez à les reblogger! 🌟
les likes ça fait plaisir, mais sur tumblr hormis pour se souvenir qu'on a déjà vu un billet ça ne sert pas à grand chose, ce site est avant tout conçu pour partager les choses que vous voyez et que vous aimez!
je reblog souvent les avatars, rp prompts etc. que j'apprécie ou qui m'inspirent et c'est bête mais quand je vois après dans mon activité d'autres gens liker/rb ces billets, je me dit que c'est super d'avoir amené tout ça dans leur feed, et que ça peut potentiellement faire découvrir des créateurices, des univers, des fandoms à d'autres personnes! c'est à ça que servent les reblogs, les likes ne boostent pas les billets et n'aident pas vraiment les créateurices sous-côté.e.s à se faire connaître! ce sont les reblogs qui font la différence!
si vous avez peur de reblogger quelque chose parce que vous pensez que ça fera hors-sujet avec le thème de votre blog, sachez que vous pouvez faire autant de sideblogs (blogs secondaires) sur tumblr que vous le souhaitez sans nécessité de créer un nouveau compte. c'est quand même bien fait ✨
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monstermoviedean · 1 year
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i had a vision and it would not let me rest
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nihilismtrcit · 1 year
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teen marnie likes: thrift store finds, comfortable footwear, layering, long ass skirts, and a good oversized tee
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dejasenti99 · 6 days
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mhm
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the-meme-monarch · 6 months
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it is my god given right and moral duty on this earth to draw scc over and over again and never draw spamton
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geddyqueer · 16 days
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a steddie antarctica fic could never work because eddie would not pq nor would he be able to pass the drug test. nor would he even be extended an offer in the first place because they get so many applications for each position that they wouldn't even bother interviewing him.
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crsentfairy · 7 months
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jai's ready to show off his new sleeve!
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