#*handjob

                  "Shut up, Cas. Just—" Something about Dean's wrecked voice drove the words into Castiel's flesh like burrs, leaving tiny pricks of desire across his throat, his groin. And so when Dean tugged him over to straddle his hips, pulled weakly at his trousers, Castiel followed his lead...

                  An old enemy threatens Dean, and it's Castiel to the rescue. Sort of.

                  It's incredibly difficult to keep doing the dishes under these conditions, but Castiel does his best.

                  Dean and Cas making do in an earlier portion of the 5.04-verse, about three months after Detroit.

                  Dean and Castiel share a bed. It starts out platonic, and then becomes something else.

                  Jensen can't quite figure Misha out, it makes him uncomfortable.

                  A better man would have stopped.

                  It’s the future. Cas needs a shave. Dean just needs.