#deanspeen

I just shit my pants. Can I get into yours?

new favorite past time: writing all the things i can to make people use the tag #JESSICA and to make Sam lose her shit.

Cas was at his limit. It had been going on all day. All. Day. For almost eighteen hours, he had to put up with Dean's teasing. The touches, the grabs, the /rubbing/. By the time they had finished their job and returned to the motel, Cas had had it. He pushed Dean into the hotel room and ripped off his tie in one fluid movement. The look of shock and want Dean's face made the angel growl and he kicked the door closed, fully intending to take out his aggression on the hunter's smirking form.