Do It Like Me And Find A Way To Write The Essay About Spn

Do it like me and find a way to write the essay about spn🥳

but why would i write an essay when there’s castiel supernatural to talk and think about?

Gonna go cry now.. this is way too soft and beautiful for me to handle! Now I’m overwhelmed😭

Cas gets upset but before he can escape the bunker, Dean finds him and sets it right. Especially for Sana @jactingjoices’ event and the prompt: “I told you so.” Thank you for being such a lovely and talented presence, I’m so happy to know you! <3 Read below or on ao3 (2k)

Castiel stands at the bottom of the bunker stairs and takes a deep breath. And then he takes another. He closes his eyes and tries to think of something else, anything else, but he can’t. Tears are prickling at his eyes and the overwhelming stupidity he feels because of this is only making them multiple. It’s ridiculous to feel so upset over such a small, insignificant thing, but he can’t seem to help it. He sniffs loudly, looking upwards and wondering if he should make a swift exit before anyone sees him. Before he has time to move, he hears footsteps padding softly down the hallway. Too late to make his escape.

He swats hurriedly at his eyes as Dean turns the corner, dressed in his usual sleep attire and dressing gown, his hair sticking out at comical angles from his tired face. The sight of him cheers Cas up instantly, despite the tears still threatening to unleash themselves.

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Dammit, why is the first post I see of this legendary user on actual tumblr about Destiel?

And why did it take me that long to check their name?

People were making Destiel memes about how The Simpsons got canceled.

Sooooo soft🥺

domestic bliss with a kiss

Kiss #18 - Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

50 types of kisses masterpost. Also posted on ao3.

Leaning against the dryer, Dean began to unload the clothes into a basket, feeling the warmth from the machine slowly seeping into his back. Cas was propped up on the counter opposite from him, slowly matching pairs of socks and folding shirts that Dean handed up to him. It was simple and easy, and God, how did Dean end up here? Where the mundane task of doing laundry with Cas by his side was something that Dean absolutely loved.

Domestic bliss.

That’s what Sam had called it. Or, well, that’s how he’d phrased it when he’d called Dean and teased him mercilessly a few days ago. Dumbass little brother. Even though, yeah, maybe Sammy was right. Because Dean actually was blissfully happy, sitting here folding warm clothes from the dryer with Cas by his side.

This was their life now.

Renovating their new home and doing chores together.

Well. Sometimes it was more like Dean was doing the chores while Cas watched.

“You’re doing it again,” Dean said, flickering his gaze up from the basket of clothes to lock eyes with Cas.

“Doing what?”

“Staring at me,” Dean replied, watching the way Cas’ eyes softened into this tender little expression that made Dean’s heart ache with affection.

Cas shrugged, even though a gentle little smile danced across his lips. “Can’t help it.”

“Oh yeah?”

Dean watched in surprise as a light pinkish hue dusted across Cas’ cheeks. Was Cas actually blushing? Dear God, why was that so endearing?

Cas hummed quietly, darting his eyes away from Dean as he shifted his pile of folded shirts into a separate basket. “You look…” Cas trailed off, as if he were searching for something specific. Finally, he seemed to settle on whatever he was looking for. “Content. You’re just… it’s this… I can’t tear my eyes away from you.” Cas paused, gaze finding Dean’s again as he murmured, “You’ve never looked more attractive than you do right now.”

Oh.

Now that was surprising.

Dean sucked in a sharp breath, heading spinning at the revelation. He’d been called attractive hundreds of times by dozens of people. Hot. Sexy. Pretty. Handsome. Yeah, he’d been called a lot of flattering things over the years.

But this?

This was earth-shattering. Ground-breaking. Breathtaking.

Oh God.

Dean was so ridiculously in love he was seeing stars.

Dropping the rest of the laundry into the basket without any order, Dean stood up and crossed the room until he was standing between Cas’ legs; pressing Cas further into the counter as he slipped his hands up those muscular thighs and squeezed softly with his thumbs.

Cas let out a little stuttered breath, eyes flickering down to Dean’s mouth as he licked his own lips.

“Attractive, huh?” Dean murmured, leaning in close until he was breathing Cas’ air.

Nodding slowly as if in a daze, Cas wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck to pull him closer. “So attractive I think I just fell in love with you all over again.”

Feeling himself go weak at the knees, Dean grabbed hold of Cas’ thighs tighter. “C'mere and kiss me,” Dean said, looping his hands around Cas’ tie and tugging him forwards until their lips met.

Cas immediately deepened the kiss, licking his way into Dean’s mouth until they were both shuddering against each other. Caught between desperate touches and lingering softness, the kisses morphed so quickly that Dean felt dizzy. One second Cas was kissing him as if he couldn’t get enough, and then he was easing back, just barely slotting their lips together as he tenderly held the kiss with soft little brushes of plush lips.

They kissed long and slow, as if there was no rush; no need to be doing anything else except exploring each other’s mouths.

Somewhere after the tenth kiss- or was it the fifteenth?- Cas went pliant against him, letting Dean direct the next kiss.

Shifting his weight, Dean chased Cas’ mouth, turning the gentle kissing into something teasing as he licked his way along Cas’ lower lip.

Cas gasped against him, his fingers sliding up to tug on Dean’s hair at the sudden shift.

Oh, God yes.

Dean pushed a little further, feeling Cas’ legs pressing more firmly into his hips as ran his tongue along Cas’ teeth before pulling back again to chastely peck Cas’ mouth.

“You know,” Dean said, murmuring the words against Cas’ mouth. “Maybe we should go test how clean those new sheets are on the bed.”

A shudder ran down Cas’ spine, and Dean felt Cas’ breath stutter out against his lips until he was drinking in Cas’ air.

“What about the laundry?” Cas asked, breathless, eyes fluttering shut as Dean traced their lips together again.

“Forget about it,” Dean muttered, moving in to kiss Cas again. But at the last second, instead of properly kissing him, Dean huffed out a rush of air against Cas’ lips before blowing a breath into Cas’ mouth; pulling back quickly with a smirk.

“Dean,” Cas startled, emphasizing Dean’s name with a sharp tug as he attempted to chase Dean’s mouth.

“You wanna kiss me? Come and get me,” Dean teased, throwing Cas a wink before he darted off towards their bedroom.

Cas immediately chased after him, catching up to him in their room before snagging Dean by the waist.

“Well hi handsome,” Dean said, nudging his nose along Cas’ jaw with a grin. “Did you want something?”

“Shut up and kiss me, Dean.”

Dean laughed as Cas’ mouth claimed his, biting and desperate and oh-so-good.

The rest of the laundry lay forgotten on the floor of the laundry room. Not that Dean cared. Not when Cas was kissing him, tugging him down onto the mattress until the clean crisp sheets were a rumpled mess.

Day 3: Rainbows

Doing this thing