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[winchestergifs]

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 137.5/327

2.9 Croatoan Written by John Shiban Directed by Robert Singer Original Air Date: December 7, 2006

[nick-nellson]

you hear that? he wants to believe!

[danascullly]

You're just a cheap fucking knockoff.

THE BOYS | 3.06 - Herogasm

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[universalcas]

𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱

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[belanor]

endless list of favorite characters - castiel (supernatural)

"You don't have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. And I still believe that's something worth fighting for."

[angelcasendgame]

everyone say thank you ms meredith glynn <33

for @mybrainproblems 💜 // youtube

[deancaskiss]

i think their first kiss would be rushed. dean would kiss cas in a hurry, desperate to prove something or maybe desperate to make the kiss happen before it’s too late or maybe because that’s all dean’s ever known, fast kisses with no time to savor the moment? but cas is the one who leans back in after dean quickly breaks the kiss. cas is the one who kisses dean soft and slow, gentle and oh-so-tender. and dean melts into the kiss. because there’s this sudden oh as their lips graze and their tongues brush against each other. this is real a kiss. dean wants more and more and more as he pulls cas closer, and when cas takes his time, kissing dean like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted, dean realizes this is what all those hollywood movies meant when it came to the true loves kiss

[hornystiel]

/drops this and crawls back under the rock/

[gaytedlasso]

Dean is actually really good at skating, but he becomes suddenly incompetent when Cas is looking like this

[angelfishofthelord]

-american teenager, ethel cain-

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STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 138/327

13.9 The Bad Place Written by Robert Berens Directed by Phil Sgriccia Original Air date: December 7, 2017

[nick-nellson]

[danascullly]

15.18 // 15.09 script

[universalcas]

You are not lost to me

[marvolord]

Lines

“Can you tilt your face to the right? Just a little bit.”

Dean had to be careful not to drop his pencil. His palms were sweaty, no matter how hard he tried to calm himself.

„Like this?“ Cas asked. He lay on Dean’s bed, only dressed in thin cotton trousers.

The dim light hit Castiel’s skin in just the right way. It accentuated his facial features and gave depth to his muscles that were visible, now that the angel had rid himself of his shirt.

Dean took a deep breath and let his hand guide the pencil across the paper, let the pencil glide over the already sketched out lines until he found a rhythm.

Cas had found his old sketch book as they packed. Dean had never shown his work to anyone. He wasn’t an artist or anything like that. Drawing was just another way to release stress. At least it used to be.

And never had he been asked to draw someone. The people he drew were usually strangers, or his family based on memory.

When Cas had turned the pages to a drawing of himself, trenchcoat and all, standing in a field of grass next to a windmill, he had paused as his lips parted. He had looked at Dean then, and his gaze was so gentle that Dean didn’t know what to do with himself.

„Would you draw me now?“ Cas had asked. His voice was soft, almost unsure if he was allowed to break their silence.

„Of course.“

So Dean had asked him to make himself comfortable on the bed as he himself sat down in the chair at the desk.

That wasn’t exactly what he had planned for the evening, but he couldn’t deny that it excited him. It was the first time that his model was right in front of him and unmoving.

Cas lay perfectly still, his eyes the only movement Dean noticed. Cas observed him from his spot on the mattress. They didn’t speak unless it was about a change in position. The sound of the pencil on paper filled the room and after a while, managed to calm Dean’s nerves.

He didn’t know how long it took until he was satisfied with his work, but based on the pain in his neck, it took a while.

Dean licked his lips.

„Done.“

Cas began to move again. He sat up in bed and made space as Dean went over to him.

He carefully took the drawing from Dean’s hands, and the gentle expression found its way back onto his face.

Cas‘ fingers lightly brushed over the lines as he looked at it.

„Thank you, Dean.“

Dean let out a nervous laugh.

„Nothing to thank me for.“ Dean’s voice was quiet. He looked at Cas, let his gaze wander over his face and down to his chest. It was a nice chest.

When he looked up again, Cas smiled at him. It reached his eyes and let them appear bluer.

„What?“

„Didn’t you just spend hours looking at me?“ Cas tilted his head, and Dean knew the question was in good humour.

„Do you want me to stop?“

„No.“

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