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I think Sam can wait a little longer.

(via deancaspornlookalikes)

Source: captnsunshine
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fortheloveofdestiel:

I AM SO DAMN EXCITED ABOUT THIS MUSICAL EPISODE YOU HAVE NO IDEA 

I really hope that at some point it involves Cas feeling compelled to sing and dance and being extremely confused as to why 

And Sammy doing an awkward moose dance

AND I REALLY WANT GABE AND BALTHAZAR TO BE IN IT 

AND IF DEAN AND CAS COULD HAVE A DUET ABOUT THEIR REPRESSED FEELINGS LIKE “SECRET LOVERS” OR SOMETHING THAT WOULD BE GREAT 

Source: fortheloveofdestiel
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  • Question: You've seen tagged in the Flash Fiction Challenge! When you receive this, you must write a five minute flash fic, no rereading, no editing! Any topic works, but you have five minutes, starting now! Then tag your ten favorite authors on tumblr. :D - unholyseraphs
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    satincas:

    cas has never been attracted to a customer in all the 10 years he’s been stripping…

    but then again, none of his customers have ever looked like this. the man sitting at the table a few feet away from where cas is performing is utterly beautiful. his green eyes sparkle in the hazy red light of the room… his broad shoulders tense and strong… cas can tell he was brought here against his will. he sticks out like a sore thumb.

    and suddenly cas has made it his god-given mission to make sure this green-eyed man has a good time.

    so he goes over to his table. cas hasn’t had time to start his routine and he’s still wearing his trademark trenchcoat as he makes his way slowly and carefully towards the stunning man, never taking his eyes off him.

    he makes sure to let the coat billow away from him, exposing the blue and white lace panties that stretch over his hips, and the silver garter belt holding up white fishnet stockings.

    the green-eyed man’s gaze finally lands on him and cas watches as his pupils dilate.

    cas’ smirk turns into a full blown grin because he can tell that this one is going to be fun. but the man still looks nervous… cas will start him off slow. a lap dance will be perfect.

    and i shall tag unholyseraphs, dumplingdean, jimmynovakisaved, anastielbluesilktie, thekingslover, robotmango, almaasi, casbunnies

    ahhh i can’t think of ten off the top of my head?? also i’m totally thinking of other people but i can’t remember urls because so many people have changed theirs

    also no obligation to participate you guys, just know that you’re my faves ;)

Source: satincas
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deanssunshine:

*crying* dammit, another destiel fanfiction got in my eye.

Source: notsorighteousman
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teenie0406:

so destiel fans I think 

are like puppies 

and destiel is like steak… a big friggin juicy steak 

and our dear dear owners (the writers) know that we want that steak

REALLY BADLY 

we know they have the ability to give us the whole steak

but they just keep giving us itty bitty pieces

hoping that it’ll make us happy

and we keep coming back wagging our tails hoping that this time

this time 

we’ll get the whole thing 

but we never do…

Source: teenie0406
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megstraordinary-fangirl:

Can we please all just take a moment to appreciate the fact that destiel and johnlock are actual nominees for best ship for the MTV fandom awards……

Source: megstraordinary-fangirl
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  • Question: You've been tagged in the Flash Fiction Challenge! When you receive this, you must write a five minute flash fic, no rereading, no editing! Any topic works, but you have five minutes, starting now! Then tag your ten favorite authors on tumblr. :D - imnotleavinherewithoutyou
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    garrisonbabe:

    Castiel didn’t even flinch as the tip of the needle pierced his finger. So many witches were flashy with their blood magic. Blades across the forearm, or palm if they were truly stupid. He knew better, his mother had made sure of that. There were spells in his grandfather’s grimoire that he could still see the effects of, and he knew for a fact that his grandfather Chuck never used more than a few drops of blood for any one spell.

    Spell, like prayer in other religions, was a thing of subtlety and respect. He supposed different people worshiped differently, but he’d never needed the showmanship he saw from others.

    He breathed a soft sigh as his blood splashed across the soft pink petals of the poplar buds. The air around him felt cold without his mother. Sunlight seemed dimmer when it wasn’t lighting up her fiery red hair. Tears stung his eyes as he thought about her, how she’d been at such peace when she passed, her lips on his forehead as she told him to live on. Any child experienced this, he supposed.

    Like prayer, spells could be used for anything. To ask for luck and love, or even something as simple as to make the passing of a loved one go by more smoothly.

    A few drops of whiskey across the petals was the last thing he needed before lighting a match and dropping it into the bowl, one of his mother’s. The flowers and alcohol burned brightly. Castiel stared into the flames, thinking of the one being he knew would answer his call, even so many years later.

    The flames went out suddenly, the whole room filling with shadow as the air chilled on his skin. A smile crossed his face as the feeling of heavy hands pressed down upon his shoulders.

    "Dean."

    He could see the outline of horns, and he could hear the thunder inside the spirit he summoned. The bastard that killed his mother wasn’t going to get away with it.

Source: garrisonbabe
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thebagelapocalypse:

If you insist!
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moosezekiel:

YOU KNOW WHAT I’M EMOTIONAL ABOUT 

DEAN TELLING GARTH WHO IS IN A CREATURE LOVE STORY THING

"who cares where happiness comes from"

DEAN BABY START PRACTICING WHAT YOU PREACH AND GO GET YOUR ANGEL GODDAMNIT

Source: moosezekiel