Claire Keane

@theartofmadeline
DEAR READER
RMH
Xuebing Du
Jules of Nature
Today's Document
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Janaina Medeiros
hello vonnie
ojovivo
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
almost home

Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Kiana Khansmith
i don't do bad sauce passes

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Sam: I have no fears
Cas: what if you woke up one day and Dean was suddenly taller than you
Sam: I have one fear
#oh sammy #f u c k #that’s a face #you don’t say no to that face #even when it’s 14 years old and begging you to touch it #even when it’s your little brother who you watched learn to crawl #you never expected it to crawl into your bed #but you don’t say no #you just don’t #<3 (@homo-pink)
“You're my weak spot.” | Using Sam against Dean
“What we’ll do for each other, you know, how far we’ll go? They’re using it against us.”
Misha insults baby and it gets the boys fired up. Especially Dean, uh, I mean Jensen ;)

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“Dean”
“Why’re you always gettin’ hurt like that Sammy?”
“Dean-”
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[Based on a certain scene from Season 2 with a very certain drunk handsy Sam]
All I know is Jared Bottom Padalecki must’ve had some serious practice to get an arch like that.
Wonder who’s been teaching him..?
Xoxo
- K
It’s quiet as a church in the bunker when Dean prays for Castiel.
The flutter of wings is accompanied by a deep sigh, one that makes Dean’s ears heat up because he knows he’s being an idiot. He’s just got to make sure.
“You know why I called you,” Dean gruffs finally, as Cas seems determined not to break the silence first.
“I do,” Cas admits, sitting across from Dean at the table in the library. Only one lamp light is on, and as Cas stares him down with that ancient, searching gaze he has, Dean feels like he’s being interrogated. “I only came to offer you congratulations, and to say it’s about time.”
Dean can’t argue with that. There is a warm, sleeping Sam all curled up in Dean’s bed, filled to the brim and leaking with everything Dean had to give him: a lifetime worth of love and desire, of missed opportunities and second chances. Sam has always been the beauty coloring Dean’s world, but tonight, he discovered colors he’s never seen before, colors they created together with shaky but sure brush strokes. It’s changed his entire world, because Dean has never gotten everything he’s ever wanted.
And now he has. But. But–
Swallowing around a lump, Dean tries. “Cas, I–”
Castiel quiets him with two cool, dry palms pressed to his adrenaline-trembling hands.
“You’re worried about him being your brother. About whether heaven will accept him, and you, after this.”
Dean sighs, soul-deep. He wants to be selfish with Sam, but if there’s any chance that this between them locks the gates of heaven on his sanctified little brother, he can’t do this. He can’t damn him.
“For the common person, my answer would be different. Family isn’t supposed to mean this to you, because you two were made with the same flesh, the same blood.”
“Yeah,” Dean sighs. “I’ve been– my whole life, I’ve pushed it down– but he does, too, and I can’t– I can’t say no to him, but I just– it feels wrong, Cas. To be celebrating this. He’s my little brother.”
“He’s hardly little, Dean.”
“You’re tellin’ me.” That slips out of his mouth without his permission, but Cas just chuckles, and they share a smile across the table.
“It’s true that you were made from the same blood. But Dean, before your flesh was made, before your blood was made, your soul was first. And it was made from his, of his, as his soul is made of yours. You and Sam are souls, Dean. Before blood, before family. The aching all of your life has been for the other half of your soul. The pain is quieter now because you have found it, the way God made it to be. You and Sam could never be wrong, Dean. Loving each other could never be wrong. Not according to Him. And certainly not according to me.”
Dean holds Castiel’s steady blue gaze for a very long time, letting the words wash over him. When they are sunk as deep as they can go, he starts to feel a tug in his gut, and before he can turn around, he hears Sam’s sleepy voice from the doorway.
“Dean?”
In that one word, Dean can hear every inch of his fear, his worries, the same ones that Dean has been harboring, confessing to Castiel. It’s his job, as Sam’s big brother, and now his– his… his partner– to settles his worries, alleviate his doubts. It always has been, but it’s different now. Sam has always been his number one priority, but it’s bigger than that now.
Now, Sam is his devotion.
Castiel winks out of the bunker before Sam turns the corner, so Dean sends him a silent thank you as he stands, draining the last of his whiskey, letting the warmth settle in his gut. In his soul.
“Everything okay?” Sam wonders quietly, tall and brave and beautiful, standing steadily in the doorway as Dean saunters back up to him.
He melts a soft kiss against Sam’s still swollen lips, closing his eyes to smile into his little brother’s mouth, hearing the contented hum in the back of his throat.
“Promise, Sammy,” he murmurs, putting his palm against Sam’s warm stomach, feeling the muscles twitch underneath. He swears he can feel something else just below the surface, pulsing a familiar rhythm that matches up exactly to his own.
Check and soul and mate.

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When they need to keep a demon or evil angel chained up somewhere safe, it’s good that the bunker has a dungeon.
When it’s just them, Dean calls it the FUNgeon.
“Relax, I’ll be careful.”
I’m just saying, the idea of grumpy morning Cas, and Dean constantly showering him with an ever-changing assortment of super-dumb-but-affectionate pet names gives me life.
(I sketch fluff when I’m stressed… so these two have been appearing pretty much nonstop lately lol. *sigh* Hopefully someone will enjoy it.)
Another scene from My Bloody Valentine with captions for the Wincest-impaired.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
“Angel In My Arms” - Digital Oil Painting
Dean is a less angry sleeper when Cas is with him, but it doesn’t change his “bear-like” behavior much. Cas can always tell when Dean’s having a nightmare by how tightly Dean holds him.
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i came for the salad but i stay for the gay incest
“Yeah…I uh…I came for the salad too.”
“And then I came for my brother.”