Geeky Fan Nerd

In other words,

the world we live in, and people in general don’t care about men. we are pretty much robots who aren’t allowed to show emotion. we’re taught from a young age that boys don’t cry. 

Yes, 1 in 4 girls will be sexually assaulted before age 18. But 1 in 6 men will also. Yes, 20-25% of college women experience sexual assault, but 15% of college men experience it also. In the US, 1 in 3 women will experience some form of sexual violence/assault at some point in their lifetimes, but 1 in 6 men will also. (Source)

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Salt. Shot. Lime.

Cas downs the drink in a single movement, chin high and throat bared; the flick of his wrist way more graceful than the way he rocks forward afterwards, elbows on his knees.

He silently swears a moment later when the shuddering heat of tequila settles, and wipes his mouth inattentively with his sleeve before falling back on the couch, chest heaving.

Dean stares.

He's going to blame the tequila.

"Say, Cas," He hears himself saying.

When Cas cocks his head at him, eyebrow hooked and eyes trained on him, Dean resolves instead to simply blame this on Cas.

"Why don't we make things a little different this time?"

Now, Cas licks his lips, and suddenly it really doesn't matter who Dean's putting this on. The two bottles of tequila, Cas's stupidly blue eyes, or the massive fucking crush he's been fending off for the last four years.

"How?" Cas asks, voice a scrapped kind of gorgeous.

"This time," Dean picks up the salt shaker. "You could lick the salt off my neck." He tries to act nonchalant, as he actually shakes, and the salt sprinkles on his neck. It's grainy, and some of it goes down his collar. "And then you could do the shot, and then the lime, and -"

Dean doesn't get to plan much further ahead, because that's when Cas decides to obey, and lounges ahead. He grabs the back of Dean's neck to lever himself in position, kneeling on the couch with his arms around Dean, and presses his lips to Dean's neck.

Dean absolutely doesn't gasp as his eyes roll back into his head.

He groans when Cas starts to drag his lips around, licking at the salt and lavishing kisses on Dean's skin, even as Dean himself tries to tilt his head away to allow Cas to kiss him better.

"Shot." Once again, he's surprised to hear himself speak, but he knows it's his strangled voice which comes up with that argument.

Cas hesitates for only a beat, lips grazing against the bolt of Dean's jaw, before he pulls himself away and goes for the glass. Dean feels unfairly abandoned, but it makes things better to be able to gawk at the way Cas's adam's apple bobs as he picks up the bottle.

This time, he drains it in a hurry, eyes screwed shut.

Once again, chin pressed to his chest once he's done, lets out a shuddering breath. "The lime!" Cas grunts, looking around. "Where's the fucking lime?"

Scratch that from before. Dean is so going to blame the tequila.

"Dean." Cas growls, yet another glimmer of crazy in his eyes. "That's what you said. Salt. Shot. Lime. Where's the -" He throws his head back to look at Dean, and that's when Dean grins.

He simultaenously to ignore the fact that he's literally shaking, from the excitement and the tension, and resolutely holds the slice of lime between his teeth, intents clear.

"Oh." Cas swallows. "There it is."

And that's all the warning Dean gets, before Cas's lips crash into his. For some reason, he's taken by surprise, and Dean falls back, which means Cas has to hold him up to avoid them both going down on the couch, and Cas chooses to do it by pinning his arms around Dean's waist and kissing him harder.

Cas tastes sour, like the lime, and nothing like the tequila. And he's sweaty, and close, and oh so hot.

Dean kisses back with fervor, and soon they're moving against each other with short moans, hands searching for more skin, and mouths completely occupied in the most wonderful kiss of Dean's life.

When Cas pulls away, breathless, Dean doesn't even realize that the lime isn't in his mouth anymore until Cas is spitting it out into a glass, which leads Dean to remember just how great that kiss was, and so he's pulling Cas in again, cupping his face with both hands, and Cas gives right in, eyes fluttering closed.

So I went to spain to a small town called Villacañas recently on a college trip and stayed with a spanish family. It was brilliant and I thought I’d share some of the cultural differences I encountered. 

my spanish family asked if I wanted sugar with my glass of milk 

they found it odd I didn’t want warm milk in my glass, or in my cereal

they eat cereal out of cups, like the cup and saucer type cup

when we had lunch, their dinner, the vegetables and meat were served as two separate dishes

the meal plans are also different, we had breakfast around 7:30, then a bocadillo (sandwich) around 11, then dinner at around 2:30 in the afternoon and then some light food around 10/11pm

at the high school I went to, instead of the students changing classrooms, the teacher would simply leave and another one would come in and the seating plan would change 

They work pretty well together, it's nice to have her around, she is funny, clever and a great hunter, he is learning a lot from her. They didn't met long ago but they are good friends already.

"It's an honor to meet you." He told her the day they finally met," I have heard a lot about you." She only looked at Sam with a little knowing smile. 'All good I hope' she signed, 'of course' Castiel sign back, he was helping Sam with ASL too, he thought it was nice of Sam to want her to feel at home with them.

They walk back to Cas' car, 'I will give you a ride back to the bunker.' Eileen nods.

'Thank you,' she takes out her phone typing away for a beat before looking at Cas. 'You aren't going to stay?' Castiel shake his head busying himself trying to put some order in the chaos of the truck.

"Winchester men are really dense with the feelings, aren't they?" Castiel looks at her and shrugs, he doesn't want to talk about it. He had something, something he thought was special, he thought he had a family, he doesn't have anything now, he lost it all, all that is left is the sadness that always goes with him, the ghost of a love that will never see the light.

'I won't stay, because it's no my place to stay.' he walks to the driver seat, he opens the door, blinking quickly , and sits down, Eileen follows, there is a warm hand on his shoulder then. 'I tried making things right, but I couldn't, this is the best for all of us.' The best for me, the best for Dean. It's not easy, it never will be, he misses Dean, a little bit more with each passing minute he is away.

'I don't think it is.' Castiel doesn't say anything, he stares ahead. "I haven't been around for long, but it's hurting you as much as it's hurting him." Castiel can't come back, not knowing Dean thinks that way about him, there are things he has been told for many years, things he believes are truth but there was always the light of a spark of hope, and that was Dean, and the things he saw when he looked at Cas, but know it's gone and he is alone once again, dwelling in his faults and blame. "Whatever happened, whatever you said to each other, I'm sure none of you meant it"Castiel isn't surprised Dean hasn't talked with anyone about it, "you will find a solution, when things matter to you, you fight for them." He starts the car, he doesn't think he has the energy for that now, he also knows they won't be able to run in circles for long, that they will have to see each other soon, together they will be stronger to stop the next apocalypse to happen. He reaches out to pat the hand Eileen still has on his shoulder and turns his head to look at her.

Thing is, though, Dean has never really, truly, realized how messed up he is until exactly this moment.

Because watching Cas take out five vamps mojo-less and mortal?

Major fucking turn on.

Which isn’t even the fucked part of this entire thing. Look, Cas is exhibiting his strength, his ability as a protector, as humanity’s hero from all things fugly and terrifying blahblahblah—attraction like that can be logicked. No, the honest-to-god clincher in this clusterfuck is that as Castiel, covered in blood and guts and sweat, finally swings his machete up onto his right shoulder like motherfucking Rambo, Dean has an epiphany. With Cas’s chest heaving like he just ran a marathon, body parts strewn all over the goddamn floor, that is when Dean Winchester realizes:

Oh god I love him.

And if that isn’t a one way ticket to therapy what the fuck is. 

Now, the standard operating procedure in a situation like this would be to totally ignore any and all feelings and push them so far down they pad the soles of his feet. But, this isn’t standard procedure. This is DEFCON 1. Because they’re in a room of dismembered bodies and Dean is so messed up and he’s also apparently in love and his palms are sweating and his mouth is dry and he’s pretty sure he just lost all motor control because yeah, yup, there’s his gun—dropped on the floor. And oh, his feet are moving. And he’s walking. And walking. 

“Dean..?”

Uh huh, yep, and now they’re kissing.

It’s probably the nastiest kiss of Dean’s life, if he’s being totally honest. Cas is stiff as a board, and they both have vamp innards on their faces so it’s… slimy, in a way Dean just really doesn’t want to think about. And when he pulls away, they stare at each other. 

Until, of course, the eldest and clearly most eloquent Winchester breaks the silence with: “So it turns out I’m in love with you.”

Which just, like, makes Dean want to jump off a bridge because he’s actually pretty sure he’s been in love with Cas for years and what the hell kind of confession is that??? Fuckin’ moron.

But instead of demanding an explanation, or blowing him off, or doing any of the myriad of things he’d be totally justified in doing, Castiel smiles like the sun is currently shining out of Dean Winchester’s freckled ass, and reaches forward to entwine their fingers. He wipes his mouth on a clean patch of his sleeve, applies a chaste kiss to the one place on Dean’s jaw not covered in gore, and walks out of the room (with Dean in tow). 

“Turns out I’m in love with you, too.”

And it’s entirely Cas’ fault.

See, Dean is just sitting there, staring out the streaky diner window, waiting for Cas to bring their food over. He’s minding his own goddamn business.

The two plates drop down onto the table with a slight clatter. Dean lets out a perfunctory “thanks,” Cas responds with a perfunctory nod, and everything is completely fucking normal.

Until Dean takes a bite out of his burger, and is suddenly overwhelmed with crunchy, salty goodness.

He chews and swallows, mouth watering. “Did you get extra bacon on mine?”

“Mhm,” Cas says idly, distracted by his triple-decker club something. Unlike Dean, he doesn’t bother with decorum, and answers with his mouth still full. “You like bac’n.”

“I love you.”

Cas freezes, his sandwich half-crammed into his mouth, bulgy cheeks and even bulgier eyes sliding slowly across the table to meet Dean’s. There’s barbeque sauce on his chin.

Panicked like he’s never been in his entire goddamn monster-filled life, Dean instantly redirects his gaze to the burger in his shaking hands. “I love you – bacon. You’re… you’re just so good.”

And he shoves the burger at his face with enough force to make his teeth hurt.

Cas’ wide eyes narrow to two highly suspicious slits.

There’s twenty-one seconds of agonizing silence as Dean forces the gigantic bite down his gullet. “Yep, bacon. God’s gift to man, Cas, mark it down. He said so himself once, actually, come to think of it.” He’s rambling like a Gilmore girl and his face is on fire.

Cas nods, slowly. “I see.”

Dean’s heart is in his throat but mercifully, Cas seems to let it go. He returns his focus to his sandwich, and the two of them spend the rest of their meal in overwhelmingly awkward silence.

They’re finishing up, draining the last dregs of their coffees, and Dean starts to think that maybe, just maybe, he’s gotten away with it. His stupid heartbeat finally starts to calm the fuck down.

“I love you.”

Heart suddenly back to hummingbird levels, Dean whips his head around, only to find Cas focused and intent and serious and definitely, one hundred percent talking to his fucking coffee mug.

“Yep, coffee. Very good. One of my favourite things. Definitely.” The little shit is just sitting there, gravely nodding at the mug.

Dean can feel his face turning puce. His hands start shaking again.

Still not looking at him, Cas takes a sip of the coffee, and Dean suddenly feels weirdly jealous – Cas just sitting there, tonguing the ceramic.

So he does the only logical thing. He reaches across the table with both hands, yanks at the lapels of Cas’ coat, and smashes their mouths together.

About two seconds later he remembers that they’re in fucking public, so he rips his mouth away and sits back down on his side of the booth, clearing his throat about six times louder than necessary.

When he finally gets the courage to look up at Cas’ face, he’s grinning in a dazed kind of way, eyes drifting a little bit.

Mistaken for a couple + Kid ficThis got really long (2.4k words) but I have no regrets.

In October, Dean has an unremarkable one night stand with a woman named Lydia. He doesn’t hear from her again but eleven months later, he’s suddenly a single father to a baby girl who just survived the car crash that killed her mother.

It’s a lot of change in a short amount of time, especially considering he doesn’t know of Emma’s existence until he gets the call from the hospital. He’s responsible for a whole ass person now - a tiny, fragile person who won’t stop crying and who screams bloody murder whenever Dean tries to put her in a car seat.

The little hypocrite is fine with the bus, so Dean resigns himself to public transport for the next while. Dealing with dirty looks from his fellow passengers as Emma cries her head off is easier than the alternative. At least it’s regular crying, not those demonic shrieks she makes in the car.

“Maybe you’re holding her wrong.”

Dean glares at Cas, who’s in the seat next to him. He’s been taking the bus with them ever since Dean brought Emma home, and although Dean is grateful for the company that doesn’t mean he’s gonna put up with unsolicited criticisms.

“Maybe you should shove it.”

“Hand her over,” Cas says, ignoring him.