So, I was falling asleep during class…I was just going to doodle a bit to keep myself awake…and this happened…I…I don’t understand…my mind…
lost it at My name is Harold.
Reblog if you read this with a Dalek’s voice.
I am pie!
Daleks are love
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&ILOVEYOUTOO<3
SPREAD THE DAMN WORD
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IT’S LIKE CAS AND DEAN HAVE SHACKED UP, AND CAS DECIDES TO HOST A DINNER PARTY AND HE ONLY INVITES SAM. AND HE’S BEEN SLAVING ALL DAY WORKING ON THE PERFECT SANDWICHES TO SERVE IN THEIR “PARTY”
AND THEN SAM COMES OVER, ALL GRUMPY MOOSE BECAUSE HE HAD A BAD DAY, HAVING BEEN CHASED BY HUNTERS ALL WANTING TO “MOUNT HIM ON THE WALL”
CAS IS ALL PROUD OF HIMSELF, HANDING DEAN A PLATE OF HIS “HEAVENLY” SANDWICH AND DEAN IS GRATEFUL, BUT WHEN HE TURNS TO SAM TO GIVE HIM HIS PLATE, SAM’S LIKE, “NO THANKS, I’M NOT REALLY HUNGRY AND I THINK I’M ALLERGIC TO BREAD”
SO DEAN GLARES AT SAM AND IS LIKE, “HE WORKED SO HARD ON THAT SANDWICH, DUDE. JUST FUCKING TAKE IT”
SO SAM RELUCTANTLY TAKES THE SANDWICH AND PRETENDS TO EAT IT, AND CAS EXCUSES HIMSELF TO GO WASH THE DISHES
AND THEN HE SEES SAM SPIT OUT THE SANDWICH AND DUMP THE REMAINS IN CAS’ FAVORITE PLANT
AND CAS HAS THIS INTERNAL MONOLOGUE, “HOW FUCKING DARE THAT MOOSE. AFTER ALL THE HARD WORK I SPENT MAKING THAT SANDWICH. I MEAN, TO COME TO MY HOME AND DISGRACE ME LIKE THAT! THE NERVE OF THAT MOOSE! AND TO SPIT IT OUT IN MY FAVORITE PLANT OF ALL PLACES! WHY I OUGHTA SMITE THE CRAP OUTTA—UGH. WAIT. CALM YOURSELF, CAS. YOU’VE GOT TO HOLD IT TOGETHER. STUPID MOOSE. TRACKING MUD ALL OVER MY HOUSE AND DEFILING MY SANDWICH AND PLANT! WELL, HE WON’T BE INVITED TO MY TEA PARTY TOMORROW!”
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Fun in 7x21.
I love how Dean holds up a Scythe of all things as he tells him that it isn’t a sex torture dungeon.
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gurl i kno u did not just try ta fuk wit me while mah nails r dryin
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“MY LOVE! I HAVE RETURNED FROM YONDER! LET US REJOICE! I’VE FOUND MY CALLING. I AM… THE SWAN QUEEN!”
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“Oh come on, why are you two so tense around each other?” Ian chuckled, sauntering over to where Dean and Cas were standing. Cas looked over at Dean, as if waiting for him to explain it as well, but Dean feigned ignorance, crossing his arms stubbornly.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about—”
“Dude. The raw sexual tension between you two is thick enough to cut with a chain saw.” Ian raised his eyebrow at Dean’s stubborn expression of denial, then took a step up to Castiel, who was studying Ian curiously, head tilting to the side innocently.
“You are the human manifestation of Dean’s automotive, correct?”
“Call me Ian, handsome.” Ian’s voice was a low purr, the rumbling coming deep from his chest as his fingers coiled around the angel’s tie. Dean felt a wave of jealously shoot down his spine - jealousy that Cas didn’t smack Ian’s hand away, and jealously that Ian was paying attention to someone other than Dean.
“Alright, Ian.” Cas’ voice was confused, but his blue eyes flickered over Ian’s strong frame, trailing down the line of his neck to where his jeans clung to his hips.
“Much better. And what should I call you? So I know what to scream later.” Ian leaned in to murmur the last bit against the shell of Cas’ ear, his gaze flickering over to Dean with a lazy smirk.
Cas shivered slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, looking over to Dean as well.
“I- Here, I am called Cas.”
“Mhmm. Nice and short, easy to moan.” Ian chuckled and drew back, blue eyes flashing to Dean as he trailed a finger along Castiel’s stubbled jaw. Dean just realized his breathing had gone slightly heavy, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked between the two dark haired men - one whose pupils were dilated with arousal, chapped lips parted with shallow breathing, the other who was smirking invitingly over at Dean, tongue flicking out to moisten his own lips.
“Come now Dean. I’m sure we can all work out some sort of arrangement.”
nice
short
easy to moan
GIVE ME MOAR
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One day we will tell our children of this story.
