flirtations/compliments don’t mean much to cas. except when they’re from dean.
Oh no but wouldn’t Michael instead want to appear to both of them if that was the case? He’d send his messages straight through Castiel instead of Zachariah, so that Dean would get the non douchebag version of events - and maybe through their correspondence, Castiel complains about Dean’s bullheadedness and stubbornness and his refusal to obey even the simplest order and “Everything I tell him to do, he seems to do the exact opposite!”.
And the Angels both talk together about Dean and Michael can’t help loving his proud Seraph Angel even more because Castiel is determined to sway Dean over to his side, but he considers Dean and Sam friends now and he likes them and Michael loves Dean.
Wow this is a really complicated situation though like do they come to a compromise? Does Dean agree to be Michael’s vessel only if he promises to get rid of Lucifer without killing Sam - since Dean says ‘Yes’ earlier, Lucifer is still in Nick so it should be simple?? And then what? Does Michael take a new vessel, or does he stay in Dean and they keep a “by night one way by day another” thing going?
Because as much as I think Michael would love possessing Dean and being inside of him and feeling his True Vessel, I think he would want to be a third party as well so that he could experience both of his mates to the fullest extent and Dean wouldn’t have to sleep through it all and then he could watch and enjoy while Dean and Castiel were together.
I just woke up and I’m getting emotional so thanks friend.
I HAVE FINALLY FOUND THE PAINT JOB I NEED ON MY CAR.
Imagine the fear when people are walking hella slow in front of your car and you yell “MOVE FUCKER” at them
Normally I don’t reblog newer cars, but that paint is fucking awesome.
Id fucks with it
#there it is you think#there it is#the softness and the bare self doubt#the curve of his shoulders not yet so tight#you knew him from that from everything#the sound of his boots on the floor and the way he stood close to you#the way his fingers curled and didn’t clench#around nothing at all#they dissolved so slowly you didn’t know you missed them#but here he is: your bruise#blossoming on you again beneath the skin#the boy you fell in love with#the man that you love still (via)
Dean is a well trained pup that always comes when Sam calls.
//wrote 2k of my DCBB and 2k of my ABO BB so that’s a good day callin’ it a night.//
I love these new "type these words into your tags box and post the first tag that automatically pops up" thingies, so fun. Let’s do another one:
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do you know what makes me happy?
alpha!cas checking out all these books from the library as soon as omega!dean tells him he’s pregnant, and just being so happy he’s gonna be a daddy soon. so he reads all these books who say that he has to be prepared for the fact that his mate might not want to have sex for a while and he has to respect that
so cas goes out of his way to keep all sexual contact with dean pretty chaste, kissing him on the forehead and on the nose and on his belly because those are safe places and hopping out of bed before dean can notice the hard on he’s supporting, because he doesn’t want to force dean into anything or make him feel obligated
and this goes on for about two weeks, dean always frowns when cas pulls something to cut his advances but when he finds one of cas’ books marked in one passage saying that pregnant omegas don’t really want as much sex as before he proceeds to show cas otherwise
except castiel keeps dodging him, because he thinks his omega is doing it just to please him and dean ends up riding cas while his alpha is still asleep because that’s the only chance he really gets to catch him with his guard down
cas gets the memo and starts fucking dean even more frequently than before because apparently pregnacy hormones make dean super horny
that’s what makes me happy uwu
fucking dean winchester who reads kurt vonnegut and harper lee and can shoot a gun with the best of them and knows how to talk to kids and doesn’t trust easily but loves fiercely and is the best damn hunter the world has ever seen and drinks too much because he cares too much and makes the greatest homemade burgers and keeps a photo of his mother by his bed and ugh.
Cas always scratches, leaves deep welts that sting for days. He offers to heal them, but Dean smiles and kisses the offer away. The whole of his back is shredded. Dull throbbing resonates against his shirts, sometimes even his underwear from where Cas grabbed his ass and yanked him in, begged harder, more, I need it harder, Dean please!
Dean looks at his back in the mirror, neck craned so he can see over his shoulder. The scratches are always the same, sweeping lines that start at his shoulder blades and fan out from there.
Every red patch has its place, perfectly orchestrated. Cas doesn’t just scratch him, Cas carves wings into his flesh.