Like I came to you, begging to cook meth. ‘Oh, hey, nerdiest old dude I know, you wanna come cook crystal?’ Please. I’d ask my diaper-wearing granny, but her wheelchair wouldn’t fit in the RV.


Dean doesn’t know how to tell Sam that he’s fucking Cas, so he just doesn’t tell Sam. And doesn’t tell Sam. And keeps fucking Cas. And doesn’t tell Sam.

Sam is too much of a gentleman to state the obvious - he always promised himself that he would let Dean come out in his own time. So he looks the other way when Cas comes out of the bathroom wearing Dean’s flannel. He agrees that it’s perfectly natural for Dean to order five desserts so Cas can figure out which is his favorite. And he accepts Dean’s explanations when he finds them asleep, spooning in the backseat of the Impala.

But sitting across from them in the diner, watching Cas dip his fork back and forth between his own plate and Dean’s, Sam can’t keep his mouth shut anymore.

"Dude," says Sam, gaping. "You just let him steal a bite of your pie.”

Dean looks at Cas, whose cheeks bulge guiltily. He looks back at Sam. “Yeah, well, this morning while you were in the shower he made me come so hard I blacked out, so he deserves it.”

poster remake | the breakfast club


There but for the grace of God go I
And when you kiss me, I am happy enough to die

Florence and the Machine, Ghosts

Kiss Meme request: Destiel #2 for nonnie


jibcon 2014

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