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48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?
You're the Worst by @fanforfanatic Best fic I've read in a long ass time.
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There are tears in my eyes...
....I’ll have you know @fanforfanatic because, this?
Is *beautiful*. Screw maths, you’re a marketing genius.
Are there jackets? Or maybe badges that we can sew onto sassy sashes? My mind is a coked-up hamster on a wheel. Do we do community service stuff, or like give TED Talks? Hand out pamphlets called “Denial And You: Acceptance Is The First Step To Riting Gud”? Do we get to bust down doors, then bust up laptops with some blinged-out pickaxes? Is that what brigades do? Oooooh, can we combine stuff, like a brigade parade? I want a float.
But speaking of math, on god, I know the day will come when he says it with actual sincerity to something with a pulse and people are gonna be like “aaaa-HAAAAAAAA Nash!” and I’ll be like “But see, statistically, he’d have to do it sooooo many times that----” - “NO YOU’RE WRONG” - “N-no. No, I’m not, because once is an anomaly, it’s outside this thingy called a bell curve, so----” - “NO YOU LIAR I AM DEAN’S... er, um, I mean, you... the... the reader... which is not me, not at all... SWEETHEART HE SAID IT, SO F*CK CHARACTERIZATION WE JUST NEED HIS FACE AND HIS D*CK”.
Okay lurve you byeeeeeeeee.
#Nash Responds#fanforfanatic#is my jam#genius friends#hilarity#Made Nash Laugh#like a lot a lot a lot#Sweetheart Awareness Brigade#Queueby Dooby Doo#Dad's on a blog post and#he hasn't been queued in a few days
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I'm loving this blog and keep enjoying iut more and more. I think you're doing something terrific 👌👌 kudos to you, my dude. My question regarding the writers-reply-to-comments conversation is how do people feel about a response on an old one? I used to be good at replying to each comment but fell behind and id like to get back to the older ones (esp those that were questions) but it might be hella awkward to pop out of nowhere? Again, excellent job 👏🏼👏🏼♡
I’ve replied to comments as much as 6 months later and I’ve received replies a year later. As a reader, that effort is always appreciated. Plus, if it’s been long enough I’ll reread the fic and fall in love with it all over again :)
What do you guys think?
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fanforfanatic replied to your quote “Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it...”
Timedots.
HOW DID I FORGET THE TIME DOTS???
below the cut: a poem i wrote once while kinda manic that has a lot of time talk
“killing room”
Since I bought a watch, I’m always
checking the time. Like knowing it
can contain it, like time doesn’t
become an obsession. Like time
isn’t always a theme when it comes
to madness.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock
I like to watch the seconds pass.
They pull themselves together and
become minutes. In the clock I see:
Every day is one day less.
Every day is one day less no matter
how many times I wash my hands,
I can’t get rid of the smell of bleach.
It smells like dying fungus spores
it smells like a killing room.
I’ve done worse. There’s no weight
to tiny bodies dressed in hand-me-downs
but all my dreams are full of death they
join the others there in the mist. I talk too
much so I don’t have to think about them.
In the silent moments with my hand over
my mouth you can see the horror.
There is no such thing as time a human
concept to remind us constantly of our
impending end there is no such thing as
time and yet we all die someday
some of us sooner than others.
When the doctors looked inside me they
saw something they shouldn’t have. When
they cut me open they left something
there hoping it would grow into a heart.
Some days, I feel almost human.
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For What It’s Worth
Relationship: Dean x Reader
Rating: Smut. (smut is not my forte. I have no forte.) A bit of fluff.
Warnings: None.
A/N: This is for @wheresthekillswitch and @emilywritesaboutdean ‘s Do It Like Team Free Will Challenge, wherein you receive a gif and you porn it up as best you can. Thank you, ladies, for putting this together :D
[my gif-prompt is further down]
~1.6k words
Summary: You borrow something of Dean's and he is not pleased. You are not pleased that he is not pleased. That's not to say that pleasure isn't derived from the overall situation.
“Aw hell no, sweetheart. That's my best FBI shirt.”
You frown at Dean's exclamation as you cap the milk jug again. This is how he greets you in the morning? “It’s just a shirt, Dean.”
“My best shirt.”
“Whatever. You iron it with beer.”
“That’s not true I only do that with Sam and yo- with Sam’s clothes.”
You roll your eyes and cock a hip against the countertop, leaning into it as you start eating the cereal you just poured yourself.
“Can you change out of it now?”
Your spoon holding hand pauses and your jaw drops in incredulity. “You’re not serious? You’re supposed to find it adorable and, or, sexy that I’m wearing your shirt, you Ass. This response is not acceptable.”
“You’re just not the most graceful so I don’t see you not getting it stained and were leaving for that case later and I want to have it handy. Go put on one of my t-shirts or something if you want,” Dean offers.
You put the bowl back down and throw your hands up, “Unbelievable. And I’m plenty graceful.” You twist to face him, narrowly avoiding toppling over the milk jug. He raises a brow at you. “You’re supposed to want to ravage me. That’s the cliche. I know dating is neither of our fortes but I’m thinking that you should know that at least.”
“Ask nicely.” Dean walks further into the kitchen, finally leaving the doorway.
“What?”
“If you want to be ravaged all you have to do is ask. Nicely.”
“Bite me, Winchester.”
“I can do that too,” he winks.
“Nuh-huh. Too late. The biting opportunity has come and gone. I’m going to go get out of this,” you say, pinching the collar of the shirt.
Dean stops you midway to the exit. His eyes twinkle with mischief like they do every time before he- “Let me help.”
You walk backwards as Dean stalks towards you until you bump into the stainless steel counter. You’re lifted onto it, then, and dropped unceremoniously. Your hands move up reflexively to clutch at Dean’s arms. The metal is cool against your skin but that’s not why you shudder.
“Look at how quiet you’ve gotten,” Dean says, all predator.
You open your mouth to object but the thing is, you have.
“You’ve got such a smart mouth, babe, but you’re all talk, huh? ‘Cause when I’ve got you like this,” Dean drags you close to the edge of the counter with one sharp tug and your grip on his biceps tightens. “You don’t seem to have any objections.”
The smirk he gives you is gorgeous, of course, but really it pisses you off and you conjure up your best glare. “I-”
Dean kisses you. It’s dirty with lots of tongue and when you moan into it, he smirks against your lips. You’re not even angry about it. You can’t be, not with his hands sliding from your hips to your knees and then back up the inside of your thighs. When they meet fabric, they start undoing the buttons of the dress shirt, working their way further up.
Dean stops after a couple buttons and glides a thumb over your slit, feeling the shape through the now damp fabric of your underwear. He ends the kiss that leaves you breathless and, panting a little himself, raises a brow at you.
“Doesn’t take much to get you going. That must be a testimony to my skills.”
You roll your eyes but decide not to comment. “You wanted me to let you help. Go on and help a girl out, Dean.”
Dean leans impossibly closer. Close enough you can see that his eyes are thin green rings around twin black holes in appearance and in gravitational pull. Close enough that those eyes are all you can see, and his scent seems to stick to your skin. Close enough that you feel completely wrapped in Dean .
His voice is a deep rasp when he speaks. “I told you to ask nicely.”
“When have I ever listened to what you tell me to do?”
Dean laughs, “My girlfriend is so smart. Making such a good point.”
“My boyfriend is such a dick. Being incredibly patronizing.”
“All I heard is my boyfriend’s dick is incredible.”
“Who’s your boyfriend?”
Dean laughs again and you’re amazed because it is not one of your better jokes and Dean’s laughing anyway. “I’ll introduce you sometime, but for now…”
You kiss again, a little softer than before but quickly heating up. Your hands are in Dean’s hair, tugging just enough that there’s a bit of rumble in his chest. One of his hands is at the back of your neck, angling your head just right and applying pressure when you get cheeky with your tongue. It’s all distracting enough that you don’t notice Dean moving your underwear to the side until he’s done it. The next time he touches you it’s skin on skin and it has your hips bucking forward.
“I love you like this,” Dean murmurs against your throat when he pulls away to allow you to catch your breath. If the way he’s panting is any indication, it’s so he can catch his own as well.
You mean to ask him like what, exactly? but Dean pushes a now slick finger inside of you and up, nailing the perfect spot on the first go. You don’t have any questions after that, though you’re definitely being noisy.
“Perfect like this,” Dean hums into your skin and it’s part self-satisfied, because Dean has fucking practiced finding that spot inside of you quickly (it was a long night of accidental edging) and he’s proud of his new skill, and part reverent like he means it when he says perfect . He is so good to you.
“Fuck, Dean,” you moan, unable to conjure different words.
“Best idea you’ve had all day.” Dean draws his fingers out especially slow.
“And it’s only- oh fuck - morning.”
“You should have another by lunch.” As though you’re something to be eaten, Dean maneuvers you even closer and takes your lips with his, biting sometimes, just the way you like it.
Tall as he is, he has to lift himself onto the balls of his feet to be at the right height to bring this great idea to fruition. You help him with his jeans, though with both of you trying to undo them, your hands mostly get in each other’s way. The button comes undone eventually, the zipper gets pulled down and Dean tells you to line him up with your entrance.
And you do. And then he pushes in and all you can think is Dean Dean Dean . Your forehead falls to his shoulder and you chant, “Dean, Dean, Dean.” He hasn’t even moved yet. He’s just inside of you, filling you up perfectly, but Dean’s presence has always been an overwhelming thing to you.
Then Dean does start moving and your definition of overwhelming changes.
As he thrusts, his shoulders jostle so you bury your face in his neck, wrap an arm around it and another around his waist, wishing he had shed his shirt. Not that you could survive stopping for him to do it now.
The noises you make stain the air and later, weeks from now, years, you’ll hear their echo again. Right along Dean’s because he is the only thing louder than you in this quiet room. That might be your favourite part. The sounds Dean makes. Pretty, vulnerable, little things that contrast sharply with the snap of his hips. And the snap of that thing stretched taut inside of you.
You can already feel it brewing, the release Dean coaxes out of you expertly and clumsily, somehow all at once. It’s like ripples colliding and merging forming a bigger wave each time and Dean is the cause. Dean is the stone at the center that dropped in your waters.
He says your name and that’s a torrent all on its own. “You feel so good. You always do. So fucking good, baby.”
He tugs the collar of your- his- shirt to the side just enough to expose a patch of skin he knows is sensitive. He places a kiss there before sucking purposefully. He keeps it up long enough that you’d know it will leave a mark if you were in a disposition to know anything at all. You’re not, too lost in sensation as you tighten the hold your thighs have on either side of Dean’s body.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dean says just as you think it, his voice a scratchy rasp that does things to you , yours lost somewhere in spacetime. Or maybe Dean has stolen it, the way he’s taken every part of you and tucked it inside of himself in an effort to keep them safe. To keep them near.
You come silently though your mouth is open and O-shaped, lips pressed into Dean where they can feel the drum of his pulse. Dean follows like his orgasm is chasing yours. The place where your bodies meet becomes the only thing you can focus on.
Later, when you’re both washing up in the shower room, trading glances that alternate between sly and shy (this thing between you is new enough that you both have some modesty left though it’s dissipating quickly), Dean says, “You know, for what it’s worth the shirt looks better on you.”
“You still want me to stop wearing it don’t you?”
“Oh, yeah.”
ao3
#doitliketfw#dean x reader smut#dean x you smut#dean/reader#dean/you#my writing#fanforfanatic#for what it's worth
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Hi :) ive noticed you in many of my ao3 kudo emails (assuming the person with this exact name on ao3 is you) and I just wanted to thank you for reading my silly little writings
Yes, it was me! I kind of binged your whole list. Not lyin’. You’ve got a good mix of stuff over there, and I think I liked everything I read!
For the rest of you, if you’re not following or haven’t read, go follow and check out this masterlist!!
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Could i have #24 for dean pls (for the crack challenge)
You sure can! Dean is taking over this challenge (and I’m not complaining).
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To celebrate the DeanCas100k on ao3 here's a list of my all-time favourite Destiel fanfictions:
CANON VERSE
A turn of the earth Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.
Early seasons!Dean keeps meeting Cas at the most random moments, till he isn’t anymore... Definetly a must read.
In the shadow of your wings
Set after the S11 finale. Dean kinda breaks Cas’ heart. Because sometimes he can be thick SOB. The Cas finds a new shiny and witty italian boyfriend and Dean’s not happy about it. and now Sam is missing, Mary is back and Dean has a mixed bag of feelings he has to deal with. Probably my favorite canonverse ever.
Like moses and batman and James Dean dean used to turn tricks. over a decade later, he met cas.
A masterpiece in characterization by saltyfeathers. I loved everything, The dialogues, the flashbacks, the way Dean and Cas emotions are portrayed. There’s angst and internalized homophobia but also confort and IT IS JUST SO GOOD OK?
The best bang for your buck It’s not like Castiel knows who this GotImpala67 person is. There’s no personal information listed on their profile. Except that they’re male, thirty-seven, from Kansas and, apparently, they like inserting things inside themselves.
Cas plays dumb even tho he really is not and I love him for it. Dean is the kind of buyer who leaves detailed reviews of the products he buys (which is the best kind if you ask me) I love the writer’s style and their sense of humor. It’s short although I never get tired of re-reading this one. Also Bring up the deep & Till the juice runs from the same author are with mentioning.
Kisses by sunflowers beds by fanforfanatics & Watched by K_K_TiBal
This two fics have a on thing in common: At the end of both you’ll be asking yourself how can less than 5k hurt you so much?
I cried, then I smiled and cried some more. This fics will crush you in the best way possible.
Take me home country roads The most IC Deamon!Dean I’ve ever read. It’s a rollercoaster of emotions.
What’s missing is found (our souls can exhale now) by sobsicles aka queen of post S15 fix-it fics
That black dog ache A simple case turns Dean upside down as he attempts to deal with the effects of a particularly strange love spell.
The perfect gift Castiel has a big problem concerning Dean... thankfully, Sam is always around to help
Really short Crack!Fic about Cas being clueless and adorable.
So says the sword by komodobits
Actually I suggest to go on their ao3 profile and read EVERYTHING.
The profet must die
Dean starts reading Chuck’s book out of curiosity and ends up having a epiphany about his apparently not so much platonic relationship with a certain angel of the lord.
A room of one’s own All Dean wants is a little privacy. Cas doesn't understand.
It mostly smut with a bit of healthy angst and great amount of humor.
My Roots Take Flight After forty years in Hell, Dean’s more than willing to accept the offer: become a guardian angel and earn his freedom. But his new ward seems destined to hunt alongside Sam, and there are secrets in Heaven that the angels don’t want found out. Dean’s going to have to choose between his duty and the people he loves- and to work out just where Castiel fits in.
Reverse!Verse set in season 4. It’s interesting to watch their relationship develop even if the roles are reversed.
The hands that bind me Dean is struggling with adjusting back into the civilized world after a year of fighting for his life in Purgatory. He's going to need some angelic assistance reining in his darker impulses.
If your’re into BDSM/Sub!Dean/Dom!Cas/Hurt/Confort/Dark themes then that’s the fic for you.
What has eight tentacles and isn’t allowed to eat pie? Dean is an octopus 🐙 and it’s weird but also kinda sweet.
Cuckoo and nest For a long time, Castiel thought that every earthly possession other than the immediately necessary was excess to requirement. But Dean – Dean who named his car, who keeps a photograph of his mother in his wallet, some thirty-plus years after her death, who still has the crumpled ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign with a sleeping pelican emblazoned on it from the Microtel outside of Roanoke where he first kissed Castiel, clumsy and unsure, under the unsteady fluorescence of an exhausted bathroom bulb – is sentimental. it puzzles Castiel, where Dean draws the line between what is meaningful and what it is worthless.
Established relationship/ they’re really bad at communication/ fluff / hurt confort
Put up your dukes Dean can't sleep. Cas offers to tire him out.
Along my restless palms Ever since Cas started staying in the bunker, Dean’s been having these crazy dreams—dreams that feature him and Cas in absurd, tawdry scenarios like something out of a filthy paperback. Dean chalks it up to exhaustion, or some monster messing with his head, anything to ignore the real cause: Cas in his personal space, in various states of undress, and, wow, way more muscular than Dean would’ve expected. But if it’s just physical lust that’s the cause, then that’s an easy fix, right? No big deal. There’s definitely nothing else that his subconscious is trying to tell him. Absolutely not.
last but not least Pretty much anything by xylodemon. The atmosphere and the way characters are portrayed are *chef kiss* There are a lor of case fics and they really feels like actual episodes from supernatural just way less omophobic and more fun.
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A soul like space
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zqOQez
by fanforfanatic
Dean doesn’t want to ask this of his little brother, but he needs to. Needs to see Cas again.
Words: 516, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 21 of Destiel Drabbles
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, briefly:, Sam Winchester
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Reunions, Canon Temporary Character Death, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zqOQez
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2, 3, 5, 6 and 13
(destiel asks)
2. What is your favourite Destiel moment?
I actually listed my top 5 a little while back (as an answer to an ask from you 😂). I have a hard time picking just one favorite but 15x18 has lived rent-free in my mind since it aired so right now I have to go with that!
3. What are your top 5 favourite Destiel fanfics?
Four Letter Word for Intercourse by @bendingsignpost, Broadway Musical by Griftings, America’s Next Top Chef by emwebb17, You’re the Worst by @fanforfanatic, and I’ve Come To Be the Stranger That You Keep by blue_fjords (this is just off the top of my head, if I gave it some more thought it would be a much harder choice to narrow down)
5. Who are your favourite Destiel tumblr accounts?
@inacatastrophicmind (😉), @avyssoseleison, @tlakhtwritesdestiel, @casthewise, @saltnhalo, @ltleflrt, @woefulcas, @princessjimmynovak, @dimples-of-discontent, @procasdeanating, @purgatory-jar, @casthegrumpy, @galaxystiel, @bamf-castiel, @venusdebotticelli
6. What is your favourite fanfic trope for Dean and Cas?
I’ve been pretty into ABO lately, especially fics that kind of subvert it and play with it. And I will read anything involving a two-person love triangle!
13. What is your ideal way for Destiel to go canon?
In my ideal way it would’ve happened like five years ago and we could’ve seen their relationship grow and evolve after it became romantic lmao. As it stands, I would love for Dean to be the one to rescue Cas from the empty next ep, succeed with about twenty minutes left of the episode, and then the rest of it could be like a sweet epilogue where we see them a couple years later settled down together.
#inacatastrophicmind#answered#ask game#this took a while phew#thank you for picking so many though this is fun!
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Hi there SPNFamily!
My name’s Ana... and I would like to ask for your help.
I’m working on a project for my communication class: an ethnography. An ethnography is an analysis/deep description of a community, culture or group (as far as I can understand). This type of document tries to describe every aspect of said group/culture as accurately and thoroughly as possible.
And, mine is about the Supernatural Fandom.
I’m very excited about it, and I want to do it right. I want to represent and introduce my family in the best way possible... but I don’t want to do it alone, because altho I’ve been around the fandom for a little more than two years, this will turn out a thousand times better if the fandom helps me too. I refuse to speak in the name of others or represent others before I get as much info as I can get first.
In my project, I will be covering:
Musical context in the fandom/show
Relations inside the fandom
Number of fans (population?) and distribution
Traditions (apart from conventions,
Where do you find the Supernatural Family?
Ships
Cultural backgrounds (both from the members of the fandom and the cultural background of the show)
The impact of the show in the fans (How has supernatural affected you? I’m gonna be covering the AKF campaign and Wayward too)
Who is a supernatural fan?
Clothing and identity
More than just a show (the impact of the fandom and the people involved in the show outside of conventions and the show itself)
Conventions
History of the show and the fandom
Symbolism and lore
I’m still open to covering more, but I think that at least I got the basics covered here. I’m open to suggestions and guidance
If anyone is interested, it would be my honor if you guys let me ask you questions, about your opinion/intel on these topics or different sources I can go to to get more info.
I know a lot of you guys write metas, and essays about the lore and symbolism of the show, so I would greatly appreciate guidance there.
We are a very talented fandom. A lot of you guys create and sell merchandise, go to the cons, have been around for 15 years, some of you make amazing fan art, a lot of you guys have written fiction better than a lot of books I have read in my short life, and I want to show it.
A couple questions or guidance through email or the Tumblr DM is all I’m asking for. And even if you’re not comfortable talking through those options, I’m sure we can arrange something. Please?
If you’re interested or have any questions, my asks and dms are always open.
If you’re not interested, that’s perfectly fine, sorry for taking your time on this post friend, but if you know someone that might be able to help me, please tag them? I really want this to turn out right and present the fandom in the best light posible.
Spread the word please?
I’m gonna be tagging blogs to spread the word... sorry to bother you, but I think it’s worth a shot.
@impala-dreamer @flamencodiva @the--blackdahlia @maximumkillshot @justjensenanddean @luci-in-trenchcoats @luciisthebest @kittenofdoomage @percywinchester27 @ilostmyshoe-79 @babypieandwhiskey @castielsgal @fictionalabyss @fanforfanatic @maddiepants @anotherwaywardsister86 @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @katymacsupernatural @kaz2y5-imagines @winchesters-favorite-girl @coffee-obsessed-writer @samwincstr @sammit-janet @georgialouisea @pinknerdpanda @allthesupernaturalgifs @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @dancingalone21 @georgialouisea @torn-and-frayed
If you’ve made it to this part of the post, AWESOME! I LOVE YOU! HAVE SOME LOVE
#ethnography#spnfamily#spnfandom#help?#please?#supernatural#dean winchester#sam winchester#fandom#castiel#jack kline
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I’m EXTREMELY uninterested in it being Monday
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PROMPTED: Pride
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Cas watches the eclectic mix of people on the TV screen. They’re all smiles in their colourful, if a little scandalous, attire.
Dean chose the movie they’re watching. “It’s good,” Dean had said. “It’s got everything a movie needs.” By Dean’s definition, that means guns and explosions. It’s a good definition, Cas decides, snuggled into Dean’s side with a heavy arm around his shoulders like an anchor, because he’s enjoying it. Enjoying this.
In this particular scene, however, the male lead cutting through the crowd as part of his great escape doesn’t captivate Cas’ attention. It is the people that draw him in. Their lust for life, potent and contagious. They are vibrant, each and every one of them, but also as a whole.
“What is that?” Cas asks, enthralled.
“It’s the rock the anthropologist mentions at the beginning when James was at the museum. He’s gotta shake the goons before taking it to the temple but, see, what happens- Nah, I’ll let you find out for yourse-”
“No, this festival. These people.”
“What? Oh, Pride?”
“Pride,” Cas echoes. He leans forward slightly, not unlike a ship beckoned to its harbor. “Proud of what?”
Dean scratches the back of his head with the hand not wrapped around Cas. “You know… For being themselves. Unyieldingly.”
Cas turns to look at Dean, amusement in his bright eyes. “You are that. Unyielding. Heaven couldn’t convince you to bend.” He looks back to the TV and says, “I think it’s my favourite part of the movie.”
Cas continues to watch the screen in utter fascination while Dean watches Cas.
“Y’know,” Dean starts when the scene changes and Cas does one of those micro-frowns that are barely a twitch. “They have those in real life. We could go to one.”
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They wear their usual getup; suit, tie and trench for Cas, and the too many layers of flannel and canvas for Dean. They stick out like two sore thumbs. Still, they belong.
Previous Prompt: Basket
#deancas#deancas drabble#dean winchester is bi#pride#destiel fluff#my writing#prompted#prompted:pride#firechat#fanforfanatic
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seenashwrite mentioned you in a post
You Totally Made That Up
… @amanda-teaches @fanforfanatic @salt-n-burn-em-all @ idreamofhazel @cyrilconnelly @rozadolphin @carryonmycobaltangel…
Two of my favorite people in one podcast!! Love it!! You guys are like the female versions of Shane and Ryan from buzzfeed unsolved, a skeptic and a believer. I’m currently listening now and can’t wait to hear the end of this story. Also, I may have freaked out a little when i realized I was hearing @butiaintgonnaloveem‘s voice!!
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