ghostran:

ncgitsune:

I need a fic where dean and cas do this thing

so I may have written the thing? (ao3)

Castiel couldn’t believe that he had agreed to this. It was his own fault really, having made up the fake boyfriend in the first place to stop his family from asking about his love life, but then again he thought he would just be able to get away with generic date ideas and vague descriptors.

Of course he couldn’t have gotten away with it. After his ‘boyfriend’ had declined the invitation of joining the Novak family for Thanksgiving, they had decided that they needed photographic evidence of this so-called boyfriend. Just Castiel’s luck.

So now he was in the park, after his best friend had suggested finding some random guy and taking a picture with him. After all, it couldn’t be anyone from college in case his family visited, so Anna proffered the park, which was, according to her, a goldmine for cute gay guys. Cas knew better than to ask how she knew that.

“What about him?” Anna pointed to a guy about their age a little ways across the park, sitting on a bench and reading. “He’s handsome.”

Cas cocked his head and squinted to get a better look at him. She wasn’t wrong.

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besthunters-deactivated20150506:

[x]

noangelsinthegarrison:

Dean fucking hates the dentist. He knows it’s a cliché and (as his brother just loves to point out) he might not need to go as often if he didn’t eat quite so much pie but man, the whole place just gives him the creeps. So he’s really not in the mood, sitting in the dentist waiting room one sunny Thursday, to also have to deal with the most ridiculously hot guy he’s ever seen.

No seriously, think Dr Sexy but with a better face and better hair and better basically everything. He’s not even wearing cowboy boots and he still makes Dr Sexy look like some kind of amateur. Shit, now Dean’s thinking about Hot Guy in cowboy boots. Really not what he needs right now.

Dean coughs and shifts as subtly as he can in his seat. He closes his eyes briefly and takes a breath. When he finally looks up again, for a split second he thinks he sees a pair of bright blue eyes looking back at him. But then he blinks, and they’re gone. Dean might have even believed he’d imagined it, despite being pretty sure he doesn’t have the imagination for that colour blue, if it weren’t for the sudden dusting of pink along the man’s cheeks.

He’s doing a crossword, or at least that’s what Dean assumes he’s doing. He’s staring intently at the paper in his hands, an adorable little frown between his eyebrows and Dean’s trying really hard not to look but he’s pretty sure he keeps seeing flashes of blue in his periphery.

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winchester-holmes:

“Dean, just to clarify, there is also no coffee under my shirt.”

“Oops, my bad.”

Cas won’t give up his morning coffee, but Dean has other ideas anyway. Happy times in the bunker, because they deserved it, damnit.
 I swear to god, I will go down with this ship. [x]

beccj:

Happy Holidays <3 Stay safe and enjoy the season <3