let’s all just take a moment to imagine the winchesters and cas working a case in a water park
and dean’s happy because hey, waterslides
until cas comes out of the changing room in speedos and dean has to wait until everyone else leaves before he can come out of the pool because swim shorts hide nothing
La cucina. (deancas, s9 au, food food food) (ao3)
…if any man hears my voice, and opens the door, I will come in to him, and will eat with him, and he with me. -Revelation 3:20
They are sitting in the library and Dean can still kind of smell it, the scent of cheap shampoo lingering in the air above Castiel’s head, the warm soapy aura of contentment he’s giving off. His cheeks are kind of pink, his hair is damp and curling a little at the back of his neck. He looks like he scrubbed himself within an inch of his life. Dean knows he was in there for half an hour, maybe a little more. Sam had banged on the door and asked if Castiel was okay, and there had been a long silence, and then a very wet and red-faced Castiel in the doorway soaking the rug, telling Sam he was fine, he’d just figured out the right temperature, was it okay if he just- stood there for a while? He’d cleaned himself off already, he said. Sam had told him to go nuts. Dean hadn’t told him anything, because Dean was hiding in his room like a baby, pretending to be usefully getting Castiel some fresh clothes to wear, in reality mostly wondering why the fuck he was freaking out.
For Lis, on the occasion of her birthday.
Many thanks to Lily for her unparalled work as a beta
They’re lying on the couch one night, legs threaded together, sprawled across each other’s bodies while the credits to Raiders of the Lost Ark roll, when Dean decides to take Cas out on a date. The flickering lights hit the sharp planes of his boyfriend’s face and he can’t look away, staring for every one of the long minutes before the screen glows blue. He stares the way he knows Cas does at him during the long nights the other man can’t find sleep. They’re often up late studying together, but more often than not Dean crashes first. Some nights Cas never joins him—Dean knows because the sheets are too cool and he doesn’t have any drool on his chest, like he does now. Those mornings he usually lets Cas feign sleep long enough for him to make a pot of coffee and bring some up in Cas’s favorite mug. The insomnia worries him—the bruises under Cas’s eyes are more pronounced than ever and while Cas blames it on midterms, Dean has a feeling they’ll deepen until graduation. Another reason to do something nice, something special.
He does it right. He makes reservations and everything. He even picks Cas up at his place. No matter that Cas spends four nights a week at Dean’s, and most afternoons besides, which just makes sense—Dean’s apartment is closer to campus than the place Cas shares with his brother— but whatever, he’s doing it right, dammit. And man is he glad he is—Cas is fucking smoking in a suit. Dean didn’t even know Cas owned one, let alone one with a waistcoat that draws eyes to the hip bones he fucking knows lurk beneath the pressed waistband of the smartly tailored slacks. His boyfriend looks up from fiddling with his cufflinks (fucking cufflinks. Fuck.) to shoot him a smug look because he’s an asshole. Dean groans and hurries him to the car, opening the passenger door before scooting around to slide behind the wheel.
He’s not nervous. Of course he’s not. They’ve been on dates before. Sure, they’ve mostly been to the Roadhouse, but it serves food so it’s more like a restaurant than a bar, and they’ve spent loads of times across the tables in diners at wee hours, shins pressed together in a solid line. Ok, so maybe they mostly skipped the whole “dating” thing somewhere between growing up together and being together. But Dean’s had dates. He was with Cassie for all of high school junior year, took Lisa out when they started at Kent State. But those weren’t anything like this, just plastic table cloths and shallow conversation. Not that they weren’t great, because they totally were. For a bit there he thought that maybe what he had with Lisa was it, even. But no one has ever been Cas. He can handle a date— it’s what normal couples do. They can be normal.
Dean can totally do normal.
Happy Birthday Lis!!!
What better way to celebrate than with porn, yes? Sam x Jody. No plot : )
Jody calls looking for backup on a hunt, and she doesn’t blink when Sam asks if one extra set of hands is enough, and she doesn’t press when Sam shows up alone. She just hands him a cup of coffee and goes through what she knows.
They work well together, put the spirit down without too much fuss, and Sam finds himself reluctant to leave her apartment after their celebatory post-hunt beer.
“It’s a long drive,” Jody says when Sam shows no sign of getting up from the table. “You want to stay and make it in the morning?”
That sounds really good but, “I don’t want to be a bother.”
Jody rolls her eyes. “Get in the living room and put something on the TV. No cop shows.”
All right I’m going to bed but I LOVE YOU ALL YOU ARE THE BEST AAAAH THIS IS GONNA BE THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER
scarlettshazam asked: Happy birthday! I give you the gift of the mental image of Dean being tied up and blindfolded and praised by Cas.