Camila.

Cas: -_-

Mary: What?!

Dean: Now husband, Castiel

Cas: You can behead vampires, kill demons, and stand up to God himself but you can’t paint nails?

Dean: I’m trying my best.

Tags on a fic : “Top Castiel”, “Alpha Castiel”, “Top Castiel/Bottom Sam Winchester”

Me :

Dean: Are you lost? Because heaven is a long way from here.

Cas: *has Dean in a chokehold* Who are you, and how do you know where I’m from?!

Meg: Why?

Dean: Because you annoy me and I’m two seconds away from stabbing you.

Sam: *proud brother*

Cas: Dean!

Dean: Whatever he said, he’s right, and fuck you, Gabriel.

Cas: Why do you want to know my preference for bunk beds? I don’t sleep.

I’ve read destiel smut during a church before. Like it was literally jut straight up smut. Basically a pwp.

i spent the entire hour and a half thinking of the good christian boy!cas au i was talking about with @apiaristcas the other day but also mixing it with bits of my porn blogger!cas au 

cas goes to church every sunday because uncle zachariah is the preacher and aunt naomi is the preacher’s wife so it’s kinda required but whatever, michael and hannah and luce and gabriel make it bearable because they don’t want to be there either so they all sit making innuendos and lewd jokes about the members as they wait for the worship service to start

and this particular sunday as cas lets his mind wander as they sing stupid hymns he catches a glimpse of ripped denim and black leather and - huh, that is certainly unexpected

“you looking at that piece of eye candy over there?” luce leans in to whisper in his ear, and cas nods

“i’m positive i sucked his cock in the bathroom at the club on friday” 

when cas is caught staring, he gives a small smile, biting his pierced bottom lip, and Denim and Leather blinks in surprise before returning the smile with an added wink. when the song before the sermon ends, cas watches as Denim and Leather excuses himself and heads to the back, and cas makes his own excuses a moment later, following him to the men’s room. he thinks about locking the door behind him but that’s probably too suspicious, so he just lets a smirk onto his lips, pushes Denim and Leather into the handicapped stall, locks the door, and immediately backs them into the wall, grabbing at that delicious bulge he knows is just for him and dropping to his knees. 

he does exactly what he did at the club, sucking and licking and swallowing and fondling with an eagerness that surprises himself, and Denim and Leather is coming down his throat not 10 minutes later, with a low groan muffled against his fist. cas blinks up at him innocently as he licks come off his lips, before standing and pressing the taste right into Denim and Leather’s mouth. they didn’t kiss at the club, and he’s pleasantly thrilled with the shock that runs through him as their lips slide together. 

when they pull apart, green eyes surrounded in freckles are shining at him. “hey there, angel.” 

cas finds himself giggling. “how apt, seeing as how i’m named after the angel of thursday.” 

“oh?” 

castiel nods. “castiel. novak” 

“dean winchester,” dean says, and if his name isn’t as attractive as he is.

“nice to meet you, dean,” cas says, and then they’re kissing again. 

cas is still catching his breath from being fingered into orgasm, straddling dean’s lap on the toilet with dean’s fingers still in his ass, when gabriel comes in 20 minutes later.

“you’ve got 5 minutes before aunt naomi sends out a search party,” he says casually, washing his hands

“like i’m worried about being caught,” cas scoffs, putting his cock back in his white panties with the little blue polka dots and bows, and smirking when dean traces the tips of the wings that hug his hips (dean mentions he’s a fan of cas’ blog. the lacy blue panties are his favorites. he also really likes the baby pink butt plug the best). “she’s walked in on worse.” 

gabriel just makes a sound of agreement before leaving cas and dean alone while they put themselves back together, stopping to share soft kisses and run their hands over each other. they go back to their families with about 10 minutes of the sermon to spare, and cas gets approving looks at his debauched appearance from luce and gabriel, rolled eyes from hannah and michael, and a disapproving but resigned one from aunt naomi. he runs a hand through his hair, simply smiling, and continues to steal glances of dean from across the room while uncle zachariah finishes his lesson.

when the service is over, cas mingles in the foyer, saying polite hellos to the old ladies who have known him since he was a child, and trying not to roll his eyes when they repeat yet again that he’s ‘grown so much.’ when he sees the familiar leather jacket approaching him, his smile is more genuine and he excuses himself from the one-sided conversation with old hester. 

“are you in town for a while, then?” he asks, and dean grins. 

“just moved here. probably staying until i get my bachelor’s from ku.” 

“how long do you have left?” 

“about a year and a half. this is only my second year in a physical college, but i’m technically a junior. i’ll be a technical senior after this semester.” 

“ap classes?” cas teases, and dean just nods. 

“don’t let anyone tell you being a nerd is uncool. i got 4 full years paid for with scholarships and only 2 used for undergrad? that’s what i’m talking about.” 

they share big, dopey smiles, and cas feels his heart stutter just a tad. he thinks his last year of high school is going to be the best yet. 

michael calls to him a minute later, and cas gives dean one last grin. he holds out his hand. “phone, please.” dean hands it over with his own grin, and cas creates a new contact entry before handing it back with a wink. “see you around, dean.” 

dean watches cas join his family and head out for lunch, and once cas is gone from view, he looks down at his phone. the contact entry is under ‘Angel of Thursday 💕’ and dean smiles. 

Tags on a fic : “Top Castiel”, “Alpha Castiel”, “Top Castiel/Bottom Sam Winchester”

Me :

excuse me, thats my emotional support otp <3