#stoner!cas

I'm hapless, I'm hopeless. I mean, why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence, right? It's the end, baby. That's what decadence is for! Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out? But then that's just how I roll.

speaking as men do canon-esque (not particularly compliant but when am i ever) girl!dean, angel!cas, cas getting spanked. i am honestly in love with my girl!dean in this. (dean is still called dean, because i don’t really like deanna and fuck the idea of gendered names anyway.) charlie is dean’s hunter sibling instead of sam.

Castiel is looking at her, a caracara so studious with his head canted to the side, and Dean turns away from him, grabbing her underwear from the floor and pulling them on so Cas sees minimal ass before she faces him again. “Can I help you?”

“I’ve seen you watch these kind of videos before,” Castiel says.

“Jesus,” she says, aware she’s repeating herself. “You can’t watch me when I don’t know you’re here, Cas. You can’t do that. When I’m…. my private time.”

The room smells like pussy. Dean would give a proud smirk, but Castiel’s gaze is fucking with her, as usual.

“When we have sex, we don’t do those things.” Curious, a little bird with big blue eyes. “Those people were not being nice to each other.”

Dean goans and pokes her foot through some of her clothes on the floor. “What, Cas, you want me to beat the shit out of you?”

sunday morning coming down stoner roommates (feat. demi!cas), basically 2395 words of dean pining. i wrote this when i was in love with my roommate (and yes, we had sunday morning smoke sessions every weekend). 

Every Sunday morning: Dean in Cas’s room or Cas in Dean’s room, wake and bake, sometimes giggling or sometimes complaining about work or sometimes arguing about books. Sometimes just quiet, soothed by the other’s company.

They are roommates. Busy ones, ones that don’t even hang out that much. Dean takes care of Cas’s cat when Cas goes out of town for work. They’re probably not even friends, but that doesn’t mean Dean isn’t hopelessly in love with Cas.

elusive birder!cas, runner & writer!dean. idk i just love birds and hiking. meet-cute.

Dean is a fool and a crazy person and a little delirious from the endorphins and adrenaline and whatever, and even though a part of him wants to keep on running, a bigger part of him wants to listen to Castiel talk more about birds. So he gives a big smile, The Smile That Sold A Lot of Fucking Books (as his agent describes it), and says, “Yeah, sure.”

Castiel takes a moment to pack his binoculars back into his backpack. Dean looks at the sweat-damp curls of hair around his ears. “How did you get into, you know…”

a short Destiel fic from Sam’s POV on AO3

Word Count: 777 Story Summary:  Prompt from: All Things Destiel and Cockles 18+ "Sam insists on getting his own place because he feels that Dean and Cas need their own space (and he's tired of walking in on them in compromising positions)." Rating: somewhere between Mature and Explicit (it’s not very graphic but it IS very clear)

Holy shit! I forgot what a painful episode that was. Like, the part where e!dean tells 2009!dean that he hadn’t been in contact with Sammy for five years and that he was gone now. Dean just looked so horrified and angry at himself. And when he saw Samifer.

And yesss stoner!cas!!