Requested By @jactingjoices : Jealous Dean! 1.4k

requested by @jactingjoices : jealous Dean! 1.4k

The guy looks like a moron. He has glasses and curly hair and a horrible sweater with elbow patches. Dean isn’t one to judge what other people wear… except sure, yeah, he is. When they look this stupid, he’ll judge the hell out of them. The guy (Robbie) keeps reaching out to touch Castiel’s elbow to get him to follow him further down the aisle in the dimly lit bookstore, and Dean crosses his arms, watching the two of them interact, annoyance crawling its way under his skin. 

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will you marry me?

happy valentine’s day! this fic is my gift for the @spnvalentines gift exchange for my absolutely beautiful co-host @acklesology! ilysm jess, thank you for making this event so special!

also posted on ao3. word count: 3,664 (continued under the read more)

It had started out as something innocuous; a slip of the tongue that had Dean’s heart leaping in his chest. They’d just watched a rom-com movie together, Cas’ legs brushing against Dean’s thighs and Dean’s head resting on Cas’ shoulder.

This was still new for them. The whole ‘being together’ thing. Dean had only tentatively asked Cas for a movie night together a few weeks ago. Cas had said yes, easy and smooth as always. But it was more than that, and Dean wasn’t quite sure how to put it into words; how to express that he didn’t just want to watch a movie with Cas sitting on the other end of the couch. He wanted Cas pressed against his side, sharing popcorn and salty kisses as the movie played without either of them really paying attention because they were a little too distracted with each other.

‘Just do it, Winchester. Do it!’

“No. That’s not what I mean,” Dean had said, flickering his eyes down to Cas’ lips for far too long for it to mean anything else. “Movie night. You know? Like a-”

“Date?” Cas asked, sucking in a breath of surprise as his own gaze darted down to Dean’s lips.

“Yeah,” Dean breathed out, hope twisting with buckling fear in his chest.

Cas’ eyes squeezed shut for a second, and Dean felt the panic constrict around his lungs. Wrong move. Wrong move. Abort. Right now. Taking a step back, Dean prepared himself to bolt. But Cas was quicker. Softer. Loosening the tightness of Dean’s lungs with something liquid hot and smooth.

“Yes, please.”

Dean just about melted into the floor at the softness of Cas’ tone. “Yeah?” he asked, voice thick with unspoken desires.

“Yeah,” Cas whispered back.

Movie date night was now every other night as they explored this new territory. And it was good. Really good. The simplest allowances made Dean breathless and dizzy. Brushing his hand against Cas’. Cas tucking himself against Dean’ side. Little stolen kisses between scenes.

Each time more adventurous. More kisses, more touches, a comfortable bond that was now widening to adjust from what they were before to what they becoming now; together.

But tonight, it was a cliché rom-com movie; sappy and romantic. And maybe Cas’ fingers had been dancing along the inside of Dean’s wrist for the whole latter half of the movie, making Dean feel lightheaded with affection. He’d just meant to ask Cas a simple question. Just wanted to ask Cas for the remote that was on the other side of the couch, because Cas’ fingers were still being rather distracting against Dean’s skin.

But Dean only managed to get out the first couple words before Cas completely changed everything.

“Will you-”

“Marry you? Yes, of course,” Cas replied.

Dean stuttered to a stop, heart catapulting against his ribs. Oh God. Cas wanted to marry him? Oh. Oh.

“That… wasn’t what I was going to ask,” Dean said, breath seizing in his lungs.

But Cas was smiling at him, teasing and carefree, and Dean’s slow brain kicked back into gear as Cas’ eyes darted to the credits rolling across the screen.

Oh.

The movie. Cas was quoting the movie.

Letting out a startled chuckle, Dean nudged his shoulder against Cas’. “Ha ha, very funny,” Dean said, even though his heart was still racing; beating so loudly Dean swore Cas would be able to feel the rapid pulse in his wrist.

But now the thought was in his head. Words straight off of Cas’ lips. A bubble of an idea that was sparking in his veins. Would he marry Cas? Would he get down on one knee on the beach at sunset and propose to Cas as the waves crashed on the shore and the sky was painted in romantic pink and orange hues?

Yeah. God yeah.

He’d spend forever with Cas. Cas was it for him. There wasn’t anyone else. It was Cas. It was always Cas. He’d known that for a while now. Long before they’d started this new thing between them.

Cas was still smiling at him, bright and earnest, and Dean wanted to kiss that smile. So he did. “Idiot,” Dean mumbled affectionately, feeling Cas’ grin melt into his own.

But Dean had no idea. No idea that this was going to be the start of something that made him blissfully happy and yet yearning more than ever.

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I am by no means an expert but it seems to me “your body does not belong to you” is a major theme of right wing authoritarianism and, interestingly, modern USAmerican thinking. This underpins so much from abortion to forcing kids to hug their relatives. Your body belongs to the state, or God, or your husband, or your boss, or your doctor. Everything from trans and gay liberation to forcing autistic people to look in your eyes to making cashiers stand for no reason. Your body does not belong to you, but taking care of your body is your responsibility and your responsibility alone, and if you fail in some way, you deserve the consequences.

not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl… what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀

16 is the magic number! Time for season 16!

Shanah tovah! please look at my rosh hashanah apple tart it took. so long