I want one of these.
11 years ago 07 Nov 2011 ☆ 18 notes ·
I bet polishing Arthur’s sword is your favourite.
Special of the day is you - SN: The Mentalists 7x07 - Dean Winchester
First time I saw it, I thought it said “Good Omens Cafe”. But then it wasn’t and it was somewhat less cool.
OMFG ASDFGHAGDDKFL
Excuse me a moment as I FREAK THE FUCK OUT.
/hyperventilates a little
send help i can’t breathe from the sheer awesomeness
HOLY FUCK
EXCUSE ME FOR A MOMENT
…
THIS NEEDS TO BE FUCKING WRITTEN.
/GETS TO WORK
CAN WE HAVE THIS??? SERIOUSLY, LIKE GET THIS TO THE FUCKING WRITERS OR SOMETHING.
OH
MY
GOD
YES
“you are a virile manifestation of the divine”
since i’m not doing a vid this week - i might as well share my thought on this BEAUTIFUL LINE.
Something
Jim Sturgess
Jim Sturgess
They don’t know what to call it. They’re not fucking. But they’re not making love.
Dean thrusts once, testing, and Castiel moves with him as an answer. Yes, this. Yes, it’s okay. Yes, I want you. Yes. Yes. Yes.
They’ve done this three times before. All of them messy, all of them quick. Like a flash of embarrassment. There, then it’s—whatever it is—gone, slinking away to the back of their minds until they yank it back out, wrestling, and it wins. It always wins.
It’s one of those nights where they’re very aware of this thing between them. Both holding it in their hands, trading it back and forth. Letting it slip through their fingers like sand, a palm underneath to catch the grains.
Buttons undone with a careful slowness, a question in the air. Breathy kisses shared. Pausing, foreheads together, swallowing hard. Something unsaid.
Here they are again. Only this time, it’s different.
“Don’t,” Dean whispers when Cas meets his hips again, when Cas clenches around him. Castiel freezes, back tensing.
“You don’t—?”
“No, it’s not that,” Dean says, soft. Fingers trailing up Cas’ spine, back down, then swerving to cup his hip, thumb spreading across the skin there. “Just let me.”
“Dean—”
“I want to.”
So Castiel relaxes, closing his eyes, tipping his head back when Dean wraps a hand around him, a broken sound out of his mouth when Dean bucks and glides over the head at the same time. He does it again, this time moaning back when Cas does, head dropping to his back, lips against him in something of a sloppy kiss.
Cas’ eyes flutter open, sees the one arm Dean’s supporting himself with, sees the wrinkles at his wrist and wants to hold his tongue at the pulse point. He doesn’t, though. Instead, Cas moves his own hand, fingertips brushing the heel. Slides under Dean’s, and holds tight when Dean interlocks their fingers, squeezing hard.
Soon enough, there is the quiet groan that means Dean is close, hand stroking Cas faster, and Castiel realizes that Dean’s trying to get him to come first.
“Dean, wait.”
“What’s wrong?” Dean breathes, ragged, and Castiel wants to bury his mouth in that noise.
“Please,” Cas answers. “I want—I want—with you. Please.”
And Dean halts for a second, stops, like that’s something they shouldn’t do. Like it’s going too far, too fast. Then his grip tightens again, rocking forward, Cas saying his name—“Dean. Dean.” Then they’re both shuddering—Castiel arching, Dean leaning to smother himself into Cas’ shoulder.
———
After, Castiel rests his head on Dean’s chest, Dean throwing an arm over him. Cas holds Dean’s hand and brings it up to brush against his mouth. They watch the wind blow away leaves off the tree outside the window. They watch the curtains billowing and Dean pulls a blanket over them. They watch the numbers of the clock on the bedside table change. A three turns into a five. A five turns into a seven. A seven turns into a forty-three.
“Dean.”
“Shhh,” Dean says, pressing fingers to his mouth. “Cas.”
“You don’t want me to say it?”
The muted thump of hearts. Dean closes his eyes and exhales. Castiel feels breath ripple through his hair.
“No.” So hushed, he can barely hear it. Cas looks up at him and the man holds his gaze, apologetic and sad. Scared. Wanting, but not letting himself have it. Castiel blinks twice before reaching to kiss him, and Dean kisses back, Sorry sorry sorry. Can’t say. I can’t say, Cas. Sorry.
“No,” Dean says again. “You’ll ruin me.”
Castiel doesn’t say it. But he curls himself against Dean, keeps their hands close together, and Dean thinks that maybe—just once—he’ll let Cas try and prove him wrong.
I should give up now, because this is best contribution I’ll ever make to this fandom.
MARI
I AM CRYING
SIR DID YOU KNOW THAT YOUR CAR IS ON FIRE
This one is one of my absolute favorites. ;///U///; Dean’s face fjalksdf ahhhh it makes me so happy. ;///W///; ♥♥♥
Cas and Lilith make a deal: A Supernatural cover of Poor Unfortunate Souls!
NOW WITH REAL LIVE AUDIO!!
Jefferson-starships and I have teamed up to cover this. She is Lilith, and I am a really quite pitiful Cas. Mostly because she refused to be Cas. It’s not my fault.
LYRICS:
Lilith: The only way to get what you want is to become a human yourself!
Castiel: Can you…. do that?
Lilith: My dear sweet child… that’s what I do. It’s what I live for, to help unfortunate angels like yourself! Poor souls, with no one else to turn to.
I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty; It was true I was a total demon bitch. But you’ll find that nowadays, I’ve mended all my ways, repented, seen the light and made a switch!
And I fortunately know a little witchcraft, it’s a talent that I always have possessed. And now dearie please don’t laugh; I use it on behalf of the miserable, lonely and depressed; Pathetic…
Poor unfortunate souls! In pain… in need… This one wants to save his brother, that one wants her parents killed, and do I help them? Yes indeed.
Those poor unfortunate souls! So sad… So true. They come flocking to the crossroads crying “Deals, Lilith please!” and I help them? Yes I do.
Now it’s happened once or twice, someone couldn’t pay the price, and I’m afraid the hellhounds came and took their souls. Yes I’ve had the odd complaint, but on the whole I’ve been a saint, to those poor unfortunate souls!
Have we got a deal?
Castiel: If I become human… I’ll never be with my father or siblings again.
Lilith: But, you’ll have Dean. Life’s full of tough choices, innit? Oh! And there is one more thing… We haven’t discussed the subject of payment!
Castiel: But I don’t have any-
Lilith: I’m not asking much, just a token really, a trifle! What I want from you is… your grace.
Castiel: But without my Grace, how can I-
Lilith: You’ll have your looks! Your pretty face! and don’t underestimate the importance body language! Ha!
Human men aren’t big on holy magic; they think an angels powers are a bore! Human’s don’t have wings, in fact they think them silly things, and after all Cas, what are your powers or?
Come on then! Dean’s has no affinity for angels! Does he not avoid them when he can? But he’d maybe fall in love, if you’d fall from up above, so throw away your wings and win your man-
Come on you poor unfortunate soul! Go ahead! Choose your place! I’m a very busy woman, and I haven’t got all day. It won’t cost much- Just your grace!
You poor unfortunate soul; it’s sad, but true. If you want to cross a bridge my sweet you have to pay the toll, take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead and sign the scroll! Lucifer, I think I’ve got him sir! Yes, Lilith’s on a roll…
This poor! Unfortunate! Soul!
IF SUPERNATURAL WAS A MUSICAL
THIS FANDOM
THIS IS AMAZING
THIS SHOULD GET 10,000 NOTES I MEAN
THIS IS PURE GENIUS !
Always fucking reblog.
