#bennylaffite

[ddean]

i made my blog new bc its 2019 and im trying to be different and half accidentally erasing my old blog was just that i guess. blease signal boost to tell my old followers and mutuals that i love them and i’m not dead

[adoringjensen]

Happy Birthday, Old Man Ackles! | March 1st, 1978 ↳To the man who gives us so much of himself with everything he does. The man who isn’t afraid to be a kid at heart. The man who has given us many beautiful characters like Dean Winchester. The multi-talented, reserved, grumpy, bowlegged guy who’s nothing but a big softie on the inside. He’s grown with us and because of us. He’s shared his life with us and given us a lot to smile about be grateful for. Happy birthday to the man of 39 years today! You are loved, Jensen ♥

[lliaq]

The demon!Dean singing scene(s) without the backing tracks that nobody asked for (actually, someone did ask, but pssht)

[magiquemalec]

The one where Jace has really bad timing (I’m sorry)

[lovelybenny]

hi hello can we talk about model!dean

hello yes please and can we also add in photographer!cas who gets flustered every time he has to shoot with dean bc damn that man is so hot even for a model

[caslikescoffeeandfreckles]

Prompt: “Are you okay?” “Why do you ask?” “Because you’re wearing two different shoes.” ( *whispers* do IT )

Prompt #145Thanks, Vans!!

It was a shit day, okay?

He woke up exactly 42 minutes late, his phone hadn’t charged over the night, the 10-page rhetoric essay that was due in —fuck, fourteen hours —was barely half finished, he missed the last bus and it was raining. Of course it was fucking raining.

Castiel springs through puddles, backpack hugged to his chest because he forgot his umbrella and the last thing he needs are his laptop and school books getting soaked.

He chances a look at his phone, barely clinging to 8% of life, and the clock tells him with little sympathy that it’s 9:00 a.m. He’s late.

It takes another four minutes to reach the academic hall and he barrels through a gaggle of associate professors and onto slippery linoleum.

The classroom door sings the most pitiful announcement of his presence, making Cas cringe and drawing seventeen pairs of eyes. Cas meets one particular pair, glazed with a mix of humor and concern and Cas grimaces in response, trying to discreetly lower himself into the desk closest to the door.

“Rough morning, Castiel?” Dr. Harvelle asks, eyes going back to her sheet of notes.

Cas sighs, too shaken to take the barb in stride. He stares down at the beige tabletop of his desk. “Yes, ma’am.”

Dr. Harvelle calls the class back to order and Cas breathes easier with every eye that leaves him. But he can still feel one gaze and refuses to look up again because he doesn’t want to talk about it. He just gets his laptop out, opens a blank Word document, and tries to speedily type up all the notes projected on the white board. 

He’s just finished the slide when a text alert pops into the right corner of the screen. 

Dean: Are you okay?

A hundred answers come to mind but Cas doesn’t have the energy to lie or tell the truth.

Cas: Why do you ask?

Ah, deflection. 

Dean: Because you’re wearing two different shoes.

Cas’s head whips down and, sure enough, he has one white sneaker and one red.

He straightens and stares ahead blankly for a moment before leaning back in complete defeat. He doesn’t hear another word Dr. Harvelle says for the rest of the hour.

He barely notices the screech of desks movings and books dropping into backpacks much later until two hands slap loudly on the desk in front of him.

His head snaps up and the same worried green eyes squint at him. “Man, you’re really out of it today,” Dean says

Cas huffs and climbs out of the desk. “That wasn’t necessary, Dean,” he says weakly. 

“I said your name like five times, dude. It was necessary. What’s going on?”

Cas is reaching for his backpack when it’s yanked out of his reach, placed safely over Dean’s shoulder. He wants to protest but it wilts under the gravity of Dean’s stare. 

“Cas. What’s going on?” he repeats, voice colored with concern and no room for argument. 

I’m fine, are the words working the tip of Cas’s tongue. Always I’m fine.  

He opens his mouth and closes it, looks around the classroom that’s empty of everyone but Dr. Harvelle and the truth scratches it’s way up his throat.

“I-I just- I don’t know,” comes his whisper and he meets Dean’s eyes, feeling almost wild like. There’s a pressure rising in his head and he’s shaking and all he can do is shrug as Dean frowns in confusion. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I’m so tired but I can’t sleep because there-there’s so much and I-I can’t- I can’t...”

Dean’s hand comes to rest on Cas’s shoulder, giving him an empathetic squeeze and Cas is grateful because if he keeps going he’ll combust. Then Dean’s hand is falling to capture Cas’s and they’re moving. 

“Wh-where are we going?” Cas sniffles, trailing after his friend.

“Someone that will make you happy,” Dean says confidently. 

“But I have another class in an hour!”

Dean casts a glance over his shoulder. “Does it take attendance?”

Cas ducks his head. “No.”

“Then you’re skipping.”

There is no further argument as Dean leads Cas across campus and to the garage where he keeps Baby. They don’t speak as Dean drives them through town, far from the university and their normal hang-outs.

Then they’re parking and Cas finally looks up, breath catching at the sign over the little blue building. He looks to Dean who just smiles and climbs out of the Impala. 

It’s warm inside and loud with choruses of yips and barks and little mewls.

Dean walks straight to the front desk and smiles at the red-haired receptionist. “Hello. My friend here is in dire need of some puppy love.”

The woman leans to give Cas an appraising look. “Dead week?” she asks.

“Dead week,” Dean confirms. 

“Follow me.”

They’re led back to the kennel and Cas is dumbstruck as they pass a row of dogs until he’s being seated in a stall and then there’s a Cocker Spaniel in his lap.

The little ball of fur burrows into Cas’s stomach before climbing up his chest to sniff at his neck and lick his ears. Cas holds it carefully as it continues to scramble up his shoulders and bite at his hair.

“Hey, Arwen, chill dude,” the receptionist says as she gently eases the puppy’s mouth away from Cas’s head. “Sorry, she’s a hair puller.”

But Cas just smiles and nuzzles the pup’s little face. “It’s okay.”

“Arwen?” Dean asks, a little incredulous. 

She shrugs. “She has the beauty of Liv Tyler. I mean, look at that face.”

“It is a striking resemblance,” Cas says and then sputters because the puppy is trying to bite his lip. He laughs.

“You got an Aragorn in here?”

The receptionist’s smile is smug and twenty seconds later Dean has a German Sheppard trying to eat his face. 

They play with the entire cast because the receptionist —Charlie, they learn — might be the biggest LOTR nerd they’ve ever encountered. There’s one pair that really steal Cas’s heart: a Bulldog named Gimli and a Samoyed named Legolas who wrestle each other until they collapse on one another for a nap.

Cas’s stomach hurts from laughing and he’s almost lightheaded, stroking Pippin’s back as the Dachshund snores in his lap.

“Feel better?” Dean asks, rubbing Boromir’s belly.

Cas looks up and he beams. “Much.”

“’Thank you for being such an amazing and caring and sweet friend, Dean. I’m so lucky to have met you,’” Dean says, voice so low he’s practically growling.

Cas tilts his head. “Was that supposed to be me?”

Dean clears his throat. “How do you talk like that man? Almost pulled a vocal cord.”

Cas stretches a leg carefully to nudge Dean’s knee. Dean gestures down at his lap, affronted. “Come on, Cas, show a little respect for the future king of Gondor. He’s tired, man.”

“Thank you for being such an amazing and caring and sweet friend, Dean,” Cas says with a sincere smile. “I’m so lucky to have met you.”

Dean sputters and avoids Cas’s eyes, giving a noncommittal shrug and a grunt. “’s not a big deal.”

Cas predicted this response and he shifts Pippin up so he can scoot across the stall until he’s right in front of Dean. “But it is. And it should be repaid.”

“I don’t think offering to go over all my papers due next week would be the best thing for you right now,” Dean says, arching his brows. 

“I wasn’t going to offer to do that. I was thinking dinner-”

“Well you sure as hell better not cook me something because I’m still recovering from that spaghetti two months ago.”

Cas swats at his friend’s knee, careful not to disturb the sleeping puppy. “I said I was sorry for that!”

“Tell that to my digestive system-”

“Stop distracting me so I can ask you out, you insufferable assbutt!”

Dean’s eyes snap to attention and he looks bewildered. ��Y-you want to ask me out? Like on a date?”

“If you stop making fun of me long enough to,” Cas says, laughter in his voice.

“Okay.” Dean’s lips meld together.

Cas sucks in a deep breath, opening his eyes to meet Dean’s. “Dean. Would you like to get dinner with my some time?”

“As a date?” Dean clarifies.

“As a date.”

His smile is soft and he’s looking away again but it’s not awkward. He almost looks...flattered. “Okay,” he agrees and Cas hears angels singing.

“Great.”

They sit silently for a few moments, just reveling in the sweet shift between them. 

“Should we put these puppies back make it lunch instead of dinner?” Dean asks. “Because I don’t know about you, but I haven’t eaten today.”

The second Dean says it, Cas’s stomach grumbles. “That sounds like a great plan.”

They call Charlie back in and hand her the puppies after a few more lingering cuddles. Charlie leads them back up front and invites them to come back any time.

“Hey, dude, you know you’re wearing two different shoes right?” she calls after them as they approach the exit.

Dean stifles a laugh and Cas rolls his eyes before taking Dean’s hand in his, turning Dean’s chuckles into a gasp. He smiles. 

“Yeah, I know.”

This...this got so out of hand, Vans, I’m so sorry

tagging The Squad: @wanderingcas @randomdestielfangirl @destielonfire

[saveyourblood]

[dustydreamsanddirtyscars]

hi! i hope you're having a good day ^-^ (i'm sorry i keep sending you asks oops) i did not understand the conversation between mr. ketch and mary in 12x13- the one where ketch says that mary is weaker bc of sam and dean- bc i keep remembering that mary willingly gave up hunting to start a family and she did have a family for 4-5 years; but she doesn't try to defend herself when ketch says that she is a stronger hunter alone and knows it, she only walks away quietly. what do you make of it?

Hey lovely!

Yes, I had a fairly good day. Work has been a bit meeeh, but aside from that. All good, :) No need to apologize for any asks, dear. I enjoy talking to people. :)

I think the main point of this conversation was to highlight that there is a huge amount of confusion and uncertainty on Mary’s part. In many ways this season forces her to truly face herself in a way she didn’t have to before. There is a real struggle of identity at play here and Mr. Ketch is trying to use Mary’s predicament for the BritMoL’s purposes. And in order to get her to do what he/they want her to do he is using the weak spots in her armor to try and influence and manipulate her to push he into a direction that is favorable for the BritMoL.

So far this season has been re-exploring and correcting what we used to know about Mary and her life based on 4x03 “In the Beginning” and 5x13 “The Song Remains the Same”, which suggested that Mary had cut all ties to hunting completely. Fact now though is that Mary didn’t seem to be able to cut that part from her life and identity as well as it had seemed, because as we learnt in 12x06 “Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox” that Mary did indeed even when being with John and having kids continue hunting. This revelation is in so far important as it captures very well how Mary is confronted with her own decisions and their consequences in a way and a depth she has never before. Meeting her grown up sons who were raised as hunters sparked a sort of avalanche that forces her to re-evaluate herself, her identity and also pushes her to do some soul searching and face some hard truths about herself and her choices and with that also recognition that maybe she hasn’t been honest with herself at all, but has until she died lived “a lie” that she herself shaped.

To me Mary’s silence and wordless judgement of Ketch underlined that his words at least to a certain extent hit very close to home and left salt in an open wound. He does confront her indeed flat out with what she has been showing to have issues with all throughout the season.

That said, the reason why Ketch emphasizes her being stronger alone of course imo follows mostly the purpose to alienate her further and also to make her easier to control. Mary may be a good hunter, but most certainly - and that is something the Winchesters have learnt the hard way - they are not stronger on their own. The only reason why they decided to go separate ways time and again was to keep the other(s) safe. And that may indeed become a plot point later on in the season when Mary may be caught in the crossfire between her children and the BritMoL.

Hope I somehow managed to explain how I understood the scene. :)

[godshipsit]

i want to think that Jared dressing up as Cas was his silent way to get back at Cas/Misha haters hush don't burst my bubble

that’s exactly what happened 

[loveforbenny]

Welcome to the first round of the Benny Creations Challenge!  This month’s theme is Canon!Benny.

The what now?

The Benny Creations Challenge is a monthly challenge hosted by LoveForBenny Network to inspire creations centered around the character Benny Lafitte, from the CW show Supernatural :) It is open to all forms of creations, by any participant, whether member of the net or not!

For this month, tell us what you love about Benny as he was portrayed in canon, and what qualitie(s) you liked about him!  

Hmm. How do I join?

you must be following the network (you do NOT have to be a member of the network to join! everyone is welcome)

reblog this post and tag it with ‘entered’ or ‘participating’ or something to indicate that you’re in. untagged reblogs will count as signal boosts only (which are also v much appreciated :).)

send us an ask saying “participating in BCC for March 2017.” and we’ll respond to confirm your participation.

the deadline to post your creation is 31st March.

What can I do for this challenge?

Anything. Well, almost anything, but every type of creation is allowed. Whether it’s a graphic, gifset, fic, drabble, poem, or anything else. It just has to be about what you like most about canon!benny

What’s NOT allowed:

partners. this is a solo challenge.

no alternate universe. it’s canon!benny, guys. coda-fics are allowed, though.

that’s it! anything and everything you want.

We’ll say it once more: you do NOT have to be a member of this network to participate. :)

Any questions? Feel free to hit up either one of our admins: vans & marlon

[adoringjensen]

#mood

Jensen’s Morning Coffee Situation Series: 27-28/? | VegasCon17 | Credit

[lliaq]

Help needed!

Hey guys, I’m doing a video for Jensen’s birthday and I since I can’t possibly remember everything that’s ever happened at every convention, I could use some help.

If you can think of any moments where Jensen is dancing (that are NOT at jibcon/ from the gag reels, I got those covered) please please send me a message or reply to this? I really want to finish this in time, but there’s too many con videos for me to go through, so I’d really appreciate any help

[izzysunlightwood]

diD you just compare my writing to siken oh my holy mother of the son of god i have achieved the highest state of happiness by e

yESS i did :D legit tho i was reminded of his style when reading bc its that abstract, somewhat existential style or whatever its called which is so cool!! srs tho i love your writing a;lskdfs

[lovelybenny]

you know when i read twilight all those years ago i really did not see myself stanning a vampire but here we are

you……… read twilight?

[caslikescoffeeandfreckles]

ahem,, you know,, Deanna Smith meeting Castielle Novak? like, after her divorce with the woman she thought was "the one", Cas is left with lots of pending work, a teenage daughter to raise and crushing depression, and while everyone complains about her slacking in work, her boss Deanna Smith tries to ask her why she was unable to focus and get her to open up, which Cas slowly does as they bond over night shifts bc they both have a tendency to get lost in their work (1)

(2) and Dee has to force Cas out so that she can spend some time with Claire who seems to be getting more and more distant. but then Cas goes to her school for some Parent's Day or smth she meets Claire best friend Ben whose mother turns out to be her boss and Cas learns that Deanna lives alone except when Lisa drops Ben by for weekends and that while Charlie is also gay she and Deanna are only friends lmao what had she been thinking this woman is hot and single and very Gay (giMME A FIC PLEASE)

i read this and had to sit with my hands on my face for eight minutes trying to collect myself and now I can’t stop screaming

imma write the fuck outta this

[saveyourblood]

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