book quotes but make it destiel → 5/? ↳  tasha suri, the jasmine throne

Novak

So I’ve seen tons of Professor AUs so I thought..what about Cas? Here you are about to enter your senior year when you find out your language credits never transferred. You get stuck in with the Russian majors, the weirdos really, and find yourself stuck in a class with Professor Novak. You want to remain objective..he’s your professor! But there’s something about those blue eyes.

Cas x Reader

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Warnings: none yet.

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JAKE&BAKE - Stands Merch Special

Sam had learned not to expect much for his birthday. Years and years of glossing over it, chasing monsters or saving the world were the priority.

But when he walked into the kitchen that Sunday morning, seeing Eileen, Dean, Cas, and Jack with 5 birthday cakes with confetti ans streamers spread out across the kitchen table, Sam truly had never felt so loved in his life.

"What's all this?" he asked, swallowing around the lump in his throat as he looked at his family.

"Your birthday," Dean said, stepping around the table to rest his hand on Sam's shoulder. "We never- I should've gotten you cakes. You deserved that. But now we have this," Dean said, gesturing to their little family, "And everyone else is coming over this afternoon for a cook-out to celebrate you."

Sam felt that overwhelming burst of love tugging behind his eyes again, and he looked over at Eileen, beckoning her over and dropping a kiss on top of her head.

Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, squeezing softly. Their way of saying 'I love you.' God, he was so lucky to have found her; so full of life and love and his perfect balance.

"Why are there so many cakes?" Sam asked, smile starting to ache his cheeks with how content he felt.

"We weren't sure which flavor you'd like. So we got all of them," Jack said with pride. "Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, funfetti, and red velvet," he said, pointing at each one of the beautiful colorful cakes in turn.

Sam looked over at Cas and the angel gave him a soft smile, holding out a party hat for Sam to take. "Family deserves to be celebrated. Happy birthday, Sam."

Taking the hat, Sam placed it on his head and they all burst out laughing. Everyone chose a cake to light the candles on, and as the flames flickered and the chorus of 'happy birthday' rang through the air, Sam knew this was everything he'd ever hoped for.

As he blew out the candles on each cake one at a time, the only thing he wished for was for his life to stay exactly the way it was. With his family by his side, he felt loved. At home. Truly and utterly happy.

happy birthday to the boy who saved the world! 

Would you rather be told that the show is over or be in the hiatus with no information whatsoever?

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Dean bites at his lip while he watches Cas undress, slipping his trench coat and jacket off, draping them over the back of the seat. He’s already out of his jacket, the only thing between them now two layers of thin shirts and denim and years worth of nervous energy ready to burst.

Cas doesn’t move for a moment, just taking in Dean, sprawled and breathing hard beneath him on the seat of the Impala. Normally, Dean would be annoyed coming to a stop when everything’s finally starting to move, but with Cas, he understands. He stares back, just as amazed, until Cas finally drops his hand to his waist and slides it up his shirt.

Dean’s head presses back into the car door as Cas’ fingers trail over his skin, pinching lightly in just the right spots, making him hiss. Dean hears the clink of his belt, Cas trying to undo it one-handed, and immediately reaches between them to help. The layers are quickly disappearing, nothing but Cas’ clothes left when he slips Dean’s jeans and boxers down out of the way and wraps a hand around his cock. It feels good–fuck, it feels good–but Dean grabs Cas by the wrist and makes him stop, breath hitching and his stomach feeling like it’s floating.

“Dean, what–”

“Wait, Cas, just. Wait.”

His eyes are still slammed shut, but he can feel Cas looking at his face curiously. He takes a few deep breaths, waiting for the shaking sensation in his belly to go away, but it just gets stronger, especially when Cas’ thumb strokes against his skin absently.

“Look, this–with us and everything–if you don’t want. I mean, I won’t be–”

“Dean, are you trying to give me an out?” Cas interrupts, sounding amused. Dean peeks an eye open then and gives Cas a half-glare, because yes he is, and he doesn’t need to be made fun of. Cas’ hand tightens and moves around Dean’s cock, making him gasp and his entire body arch off the seat, eyes closing again.

“I won’t let you go. If we do this, I won’t,” Dean warns, his arm reaching up to wrap around Cas’ shoulder, fingers digging into his shirt at the back of his neck. Cas ducks his head forward, pressing a smile against Dean’s lips, and strokes again, making Dean moan.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to hear you say that,” Cas laughs quietly against his mouth, working cool hands over Dean’s hot skin in steady, loving strokes.

So my mom just texted me and she's like "Hey, you had some packages delivered today."

And I'm like "Awesome, my new work vest and stuff arrived."

She sends back "Yeah and you have a package from your friends in New Jersey."

And I'm like "Ummm, I haven't ordered anything from them...."

@impala-dreamer WHAT IS SITTING AT MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW??? AND IS IT GONNA MAKE ME CRY???

(I still have like 6hrs left at work. I wanna go home and open a package now. Lol)

It's a surprise

And... Probably, yes.

nothing else happened in the episode

“Hey, I can top!”

“I mean.. you could try”

“CAS.”

Robert Sheehan as Nathan Young

MISFITS (Season 1, Episode 2)

Y yo a ti Cas

@jet-siquliak @cisphobicthetasigma I actually posted it

@treelessplain you kinda gave me the inspiration to draw this, so you get tagged too.