Okay All I'm Saying Is Dean Convinces Human Cas To Wear These Shirts Because He Has No Sense Of Style

okay all I'm saying is Dean convinces human Cas to wear these shirts because he has no sense of style and he thinks it's hilarious. Cas likes wearing them because they're one of the few things that actually belongs to him and he enjoys seeing Dean smile.

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40 Questions — Meme for Fic Writers

Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Share one of your strengths.

Share one of your weaknesses.

Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Which fic has been the hardest to write?

Which fic has been the easiest to write?

Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

Describe your perfect writing conditions.

How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

What do you look for in a beta?

Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

How do you feel about collaborations?

Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Do you accept prompts?

Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

How do you feel about smut?

How do you feel about crack?

What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Which is your favorite site to post fic?

Talk about your current wips.

Talk about a review that made your day.

Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

Florentine.

I rarely use it anymore - hence the ridiculous name - but I've posted something to Wattpad! This was mostly a joke between me and my friend - she had a crush on someone, but they wouldn't get together, so I wrote fanfic about them (I changed their names, of course).

Anyway, I haven't had time to write a fic rec list this week, but if you're interested, you can read this here!

15x02 fix-it: “Nothing about our lives is real”

The “you asked what about all this is real? We are” scene seemed to be missing something. I’ve taken the liberty to add a small piece in.

“Maybe you can stick your head back in the sand, maybe you can pretend that we actually had a choice,” Dean said bitterly, shaking his head, “I can’t.”

Cas furrowed his eyebrows in shock and disbelief, opening his mouth to protest, but Dean had already made up his mind. He stepped to move past Cas.

Cas turned on his heel and pushed him.

Dean was caught mid-step, off-balance in his surprise, and Cas took the opportunity to surge forward, stumbling Dean backwards until his back hit the wall behind him with a painful THUMP.

Up close and personal, Dean was beginning to think he made a mistake. Something had snapped inside Cas, and he was fuming, nostrils flared and mouth pressed tight. Brewing in his eyes was a storm of angelic fury that Dean hadn’t seen for a decade. 

His fists curled into Dean’s jacket lapels. 

“Dean, I am living proof that God can be wrong-that God has been wrong,” Castiel said, his voice level and deliberate, yet trembling with barely suppressed rage, “About the control he thinks he has over our lives.”

“Well, good for you,” Dean spat back, trying to slide out and escape, but Cas blocked the movement–shifting his forearm to press painfully tight across both of Dean’s collarbones.

“I defied my heavenly father, I broke through his narrative by my own choice,” Cas said, shoving the arm harder into Dean’s chest, “Using what you taught me, Dean!”

Cas’ face softened, but his grip did not.

“Can’t you feel it?” he whispered, leaning so close that they were almost nose to nose, “When you push outside of His narrative?”

Dean let out a shallow breath as Cas slowly raised his free hand, tilting it sideways as it slid over Dean’s mouth in a slow, smooth motion, fingertips dragging across his lips until they stopped to rest at his cheek.

Cas’ blazing eyes boring into his. Dean’s mouth covered, as if he were being silenced. 

Dean swallowed audibly behind the hand. 

They’d been here before.

Cas crowded even closer, too close for Dean’s eyes to focus on him. His coat brushed at Dean’s knees.

Dean shivered involuntarily.

“Each act of rebellion,” Cas murmured, lips brushing the back of his own hand, the sound vibrating through to Dean’s lips, “That was us. Making a choice.”

Cas pulled back, just an inch or two, back into Dean’s field of vision.

“How many times did He fail to make you kill your brother?” he simply asked.

Dean blinked a few times as he well and truly contemplated Cas’ words. 

Almost imperceptibly, he nodded. 

And that is when Castiel finally let him go, uncovering his mouth with a flex of his fingers and releasing the pressure on his chest, stepping back.

Dean took in a sharp inhale, and sagged against the wall.

“We have all made choices, that went against God’s design,” Cas said, adjusting his coat, “That is why we are, as you say…Team Free Will.”

Dean looked up at the smile in his voice, but it was already faded as Cas looked directly into his eyes.

“You asked, what about all this is real,” Cas said gravely, desperately, as if willing Dean to see the light,  “We are.”

Dean said nothing.

He just picked himself up, and walked out the door.

This time, Cas let him.

baby me used to get in a lot of accidents. my mum used to test whether or not i sprained my wrist by giving me a twix and seeing if i could eat it. now, i just end up with scratches from unknown sources (but probably my cats. i'm looking at you, Stanley).

thanks for tagging me!

@exmintha and @smushedmuffins if you're interested?

Uh idk how to start a picrew challenge, but I found a pretty cool picrew, so here goes:

https://picrew.me/image_maker/395214

Rules: make you as kid vs you now

Tagging: @a-really-tired-really-gay-bitch, @scrapmetal-spine, and @anyone else who wants to do it