“It’s a gift. You keep those.”

“Oh.” Cas took back the tape, and headed to the door.

He hesitated. He turned back.

“Is there something else I can do for you, Cas?”

Cas sighed, and headed back into the room again. He cupped Dean’s left cheek, and Dean gazed up at him, shocked but patient. Cas leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. Then he turned to leave.

“What was that for?” Dean asked.

Cas turned back to him. “I wanted to give something back in return. I didn’t know what, so…” He lingered, waiting for Dean’s response.

“Do it again,” said Dean.

Cas leaned in to repeat the action.

“No, no,” said Dean, and tapped his lips twice with his index finger, “here.”

Cas pressed his lips softly to Dean’s.

Why Did You Capitalize The Word ‘Cabbage’ But Not The Word ‘France’ : an adventure in reading fanfiction

coming soon, the thrilling sequel: ‘You’ve Gone Through Three Different Tenses In The Space Of One Paragraph And I Think You Just Invented A Whole New One All Of Your Own’

and the long anticipated conclusion to the trilogy: ‘I Have No Idea Who Is Supposed To Be Speaking Right Now’

Don’t forget the essential supplemental texts, That Does Not Physically Work and Anything Is Lube.

Decorated by the thrilling prequel series How Many Ways Can You Describe A Person Using Epithets And Not Their Name, featuring You’re Somehow Convinced That Three Paragraphs of Clothing Detail is Important and Thrilling, and I Have Never Beheld Something So Out Of Character In My Life 

Please don’t forget the charming brochure The Most Intimidatingly Huge Paragraphs Of Our Times. There is also the sister novella Multiple Characters Speaking In The Same Paragraph, and the loosely-connected-but-not-strictly-necessary side series Forgoing Punctuation: Misadventures With Enigmatic Run-On Sentences. 

Before this journey begins, however, is the summary: We Understand You Suck At Summaries, But Please, Try Your Best, And Do Not Mention Your Lack Of Skill In This Arena.

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Dean’s breaking apart from the inside out. His heart turns to ice. His nerves tingle then go numb. His ears pop. His vision blurs red.

He can hear nothing but his own mind screaming. He can feel nothing but the weight of the blade in his hand.

He is death. He is destruction.

He has Cas by the lapel of his coat. The blade could kill a knight of hell, it could kill an angel, even one with withering grace.

Cas’s mouth is moving, forming a word that looks like Dean’s name.

“Poison,” Dean corrects.

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Just think about Dean waking up on a lazy Sunday morning, in a softly lit room, hazy sunlight streaming through sheer curtains… and when he looks to his right… the bed is empty.

And Dean pouts a little bit, because Cas had been curled up into him when they had passed out in the wake of their orgasms the night before. And all Dean had wanted to do this morning was wrap himself up in Cas and stay in bed all day, but the guy is nowhere to be found. Dean huffs a sigh and closes his eyes again.

But then, as Dean turns over, grumbling into the pillow, a weight suddenly lowers itself onto his back, pressing kisses into the back of his neck. And another sensation reaches him moments later: the honey-sweet scent of pancakes mixed with the mouth-watering smell of breakfast sausage.

“Miss me?” A deep voice mumbles into his ear, lips grazing the side of his neck and sending shivers down his spine.

“Yeah“ Dean whispers, rolling his hips back into the body on top of him and moaning softly into the pillow.

"I made breakfast.” Cas chuckles as he rolls his hips down in response.

“I fucking love you.”

They don’t get out of bed for the rest of the day.

things to think about: dean teaching cas how to eat someone out

so here’s the second batch of wing!hugs as promised, prompted by you guys

they’re based on these suggestions (x) (I posted them separately ‘cause I didn’t want the art post to be so long) I’ve tried to combine as many of them as I could in the pictures above

part one

Dean and Cas flopping down into the bed after their first time.

Cas just lies there, not sure what to do next, so he shoots a sheepish smile, full of love and adoration, towards Dean and curls into the soft blankets.

He feels an arm sneaking around his waist, feels Dean snuggling up to him from behind. Cas gasps softly. Even after their intimacies just a few minutes ago, this, this feels like coming home.

Dean fitting himself to his back, breathing softly into his neck, pecking a gentle kiss there, whispering into his ear that he loves him, admires him, appreciates him, is glad that he’s finally here, with him.

Cas closes his eyes, never having felt more content than here, safe in Dean’s arms. A promise of everything that’s about to come.

I really need more “I just jacked off in front of Cas and accidentally unleashed an exhibitionist fetish” Dean in my life. Is there anyone who’s even into that? Or fics about an exhibitionist!Dean? I’ve read plenty of panty!kink fic but don’t think I’ve ever read any where Dean gets off on Cas watching Dean get off.

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There were some perks to having an Angel for a lover. One of them was, quite frankly, that Cas wasn’t up Dean’s ass all the time, constantly on the other side of the world, or elsewhere, taking care of Angel business. It gave Dean plenty of time to be alone, to indulge in things he was often a little too nervous to talk to Cas about. The whole panties thing had even come up by accident. There were just some things the hunter couldn’t talk about, and kink was one of them. Mostly, that was because even being with a guy was sort of new territory. The drive had been there, under the surface for years, but he hadn’t acted on it - had pushed it aside until he just couldn’t anymore. It was the same with anything else Dean could think of that was even remotely construed as taboo. He hadn’t told Cas about the panties, or about how he liked to be pinned down. Both had been stumbled upon by the angel, leaving him grateful, certainly, but still afraid to admit to anything else. Hell, he still blushed when Cas even remotely called him attractive in that voice made of gravel and slick. He still wasn’t entirely sure how the angel managed to sound so smooth and rough all at once, but it always sent a thrill through the hunter. Usually, while Cas was away, he took the time to indulge in the things the other didn’t know. Sometimes he’d cuff one wrist to the bed, stroke himself slow, do his best to keep quiet until he was spilling over his hand, other times he’d watch porn of the things he couldn’t do, or, admittedly, occasionally use one of his scam-cards to access a pay-cam. He didn’t really consider it cheating, but when had Dean ever been in a serious relationship to build up a view on what was and wasn’t, anyway? He doubted Cas would mind, when at the end of the day, it was still the Angel’s name on his lips, and taste on his tongue.  This time, however, was a little different. He’d been thinking of Cas all week, waiting for the angel to come back, and hating the fact that he was gone, for a change. It didn’t help that the angel had been called away at the last possible second before Dean could come, and had smirked at him as he told him he’d be back to finish the job soon. But a week wasn’t soon, damn it, Cas, and it wasn’t fair. Dean had tried to wait, and now, he stood in the shower, leaning forward, one hand braced against the tile, teasing his hand over his length. A low groan passed his lips as he thought back to his angel’s mouth on him, tongue gliding over his heated flesh, delving into him teasingly before his mouth had engulfed him, and the moan of the angel’s name was like a prayer. So much like a prayer in fact, that a flutter of wings left Cas standing in the humid room, just able to make out his lover’s form through the glass. If Dean heard the sound over the water, he gave no notice, pace increasing just a little with another moan. Brow quirked, the angel loosened his tie, tugging it up and over his head and shedding the rest of his clothes in record time, not bothering to close the shower door as he slipped in behind his lover, resisting the urge to trail his fingers over the slick skin before him.  Dean’s eyes shot open, glancing back in shock only to moan at the smirk on his lover’s face as the angel watched. “Don’t stop on my account, Dean.” The words sent a thrill down Dean’s spine, and he nodded, pace increasing, feeling Cas’ gaze bore into him, until he finally turned, back pressed against the tile, green eyes meeting intense blue as he rolled the thumb over his head, “Cas…” “That’s it, Dean. Come for me,” the angel all but purred, nodding as the hunter arched into his own touch, spilling over his hand and the shower. The water washed away all trace, and his whole body sagged into the wall from the intensity, skin flushing both with exertion, and embarrassment at being caught. His hand slowly moved away from his softening length, and Cas finally touched him, taking his hand and licking away the remaining evidence.  Blushing more, he let his eyes close, “I didn’t expect…” “No, but it seems you enjoyed me watching immensely, Dean. Perhaps I’ll have to make you let me more often.” If the soft whine that left the hunter’s throat was any indication, he really liked that idea.