prompt: metatron doesn’t show up and cas gets to give dean what he went shopping for.
contains some spoilers
The knock is louder than he means it to be, echoing through the hallway and in his ears and making him wince. Already this feels like a bad idea, even before he hears the creak of bedsprings and Dean’s voice calling out, “Who is it?”
“It’s me,” Cas tells him, and shuffles his feet on the floor. The plastic container in his hand makes a crinkling sound as he squeezes it too hard, and he loosens his grip immediately.
it starts out as a joke. dean calls cas angel, sunshine, baby, whatever strikes his fancy that day. cas isn’t bothered by it, after the initial, my name is not sunshine, dean, and i in no way resemble light photons- in this form, at least, and dean’s reply, yeah, cas, i’m aware.
sam just rolls his eyes.
when they’re at diners it’s- what do you feel like today, honey?
in the grocery store- hey, babe, you want some of that dumb green stuff you like so much?
when dean wakes up in the morning and cas is sitting silently at the desk, book in hand- morning, sunshine.
- Shameless Purgatory snuggles ficlet!
I know this idea is probably kind of tired by now, but I really needed to get it off my chest.
Unbeta’d. I should get myself one of those
“Cas, get off me.”
Sleeping in the dirt in and of itself was uncomfortable, but having…
dean sleeps with a single, fantastic pillow. it’s simplistic, it’s comfortable. there’s no unnecessary flailing in order to sort his limbs out at night, plus it cuts a little time out of making his bed in the morning.
as it turns out, cas’s ideal sleeping situation is…
It’s March 7th on the day that Castiel, in a final moment of complete desperation, rips out his grace and falls from Heaven, and it’s December 2nd that he is born again, to Isla and Louis Frederickson, of Whitefish Montana, who nine months previously had been awoken from a post-sex nap to the news of a comet landing just a mile away, and three weeks later had discovered that Isla was, miraculously and completely unexpectedly, pregnant.
Here starts the hunk I like to call ‘Gwaine hijacked the story and wouldn’t give it back for a while’ in which Gwaine hijacks the story and doesn’t give it back for a while.
oh man i’m watching pride and prejudice again for what must be the 50th time and the point with Darcy’s awkward and utter failure of a proposal is just making me think of the fact that Dean and Cas’ first proposal would be sure to go somewhat the same, with one or both of…
Every morning they have a ritual. Cas will wake up early, eager to start the day, excited to see what they could possibly do today that they hadn’t yesterday. And Dean will lie in bed, face pressed into his pillow, covers drawn over his head.
So Cas will go into the…
They grew up together, the boy with the freckles and the boy with the ocean blue eyes. Everything they did, they did together. They played in the dirt, they learned how to ride their bikes, they killed and played with insects.
They had the same classes in middle school,…