If you’re going to have a secret relationship, at least try to keep it hidden.
“I think we should tell Sam about us,” Dean said, right as Cas was drifting off to sleep.
Cas summoned enough energy to mutter his agreement before he was out, leaving Dean wide awake, nervous and excited about sharing the news with his little brother.
“I know,” Sam said flatly when they told him.
Dean and Cas looked at each other, confused. “How could you know?” Dean asked. “We were so careful.”
Sam scoffed. “I heard you having sex last week. You guys aren’t exactly quiet.” Judging by the look on Sam’s face, it wasn’t fun the first time and he wasn’t happy to remember it now.
“What? You were in the library,” Cas said. “That’s nowhere near our room.”
“I know,” Sam said again, pained. “I’m happy for you, I am, but uh, maybe for Christmas, you can get me a pair of noise-cancelling headphones.”
Dean had the good grace to look embarrassed, but Cas took the turn in conversation literally. “If we’re discussing Christmas wishes, I would like ear muffs. They look very soft and warm.”
“Yeah, okay, buddy,” Dean said quickly, standing and pulling Cas to stand as well. He looked at Sam and saw the honest acceptance there, making him smile even as he pushed Cas out of the room in front of him. “Let’s leave the guy alone.”
Two weeks later, the topic of revealing their relationship came up again, though this time in less favorable - and decidedly more awkward - circumstances.
cas is so fun to draw :>
The soft whirr of machines almost overwhelms him; all is a blur and a buzz of sound and light. In the Laundromat, neon signs from outside glint across the windows, casting strange impressions on the floors, the dryers; on the backs of the row of plastic chairs that Castiel is sitting on, his chin in his hand. He is naked, but for his underwear, and an undershirt; his elbow is leant on his bare knee, and he feels, if anything, slightly vulnerable; slightly cold. Little else.
“So, easy way or hard way?”
These are the first words Dean has spoken to him since he arrived at the bunker the night before; shirt spattered with blood at the throat, hands shaking where they clutched at the doorframe.
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Big Kids by Lily
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is it legal to marry a poem?
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A truly MINDBLOWING lesson on the origin of American Southern accents.
The gif could not be more perfect in describing what just happened.
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I tell people that all the time. Even though I’m from NY I’m always like ‘OMG SOUTHERN PEOPLE ARE TO THE NORTH WHAT AUSTRALIA IS TO ENGLAND’ dkfjhfdkjdfhdlsjd
BBC’s Sherlock 11. Light-Fingered