they’ve been dating for two months now. two months of secrets. secret kisses, secret gifts, secret moans, secret dates, secret fucks. castiel is tired. he doesn’t know if he can handle it anymore- the teasing when he sits in the bleachers during dean’s football practice, or the raised eyebrows and whispering about his “crush” every time he sneaks a peek at dean in class. maybe a better man would be able to handle a closeted relationship, but castiel isn’t sure of himself anymore.
he’s determined to speak to dean about it tonight, although he knows it’s probably going to end with his tears soaking the avengers pillow that dean had bought him a couple of weeks into their relationship, affectionately teasing him about his obsession with iron man.
it’s what had gotten them together in the first place. castiel had overheard dean arguing in the hallway with his teammates about batman vs. superman, and he’d stopped, intrigued, to listen. the others had displayed minimal knowledge about the superheroes based on the movies, but dean. dean, sex god of truman high, captain of the football team- dean was a nerd.
a day later, castiel, fighting his nerves every step of the way, had stopped by dean’s locker, thanking every deity he could think of that, for once, dean was alone and not surrounded by his entourage. clearing his throat, castiel had held out his prized, mint-condition batman comic.
“i’m more of an iron man person myself,” he’d said quietly, “but batman is pretty fucking awesome too.”
he should’ve known, even then. the way dean had looked at him- his eyes sweeping over his face, then doing a slow once-over of his entire body that would’ve had castiel blushing if he’d been paying any sort of attention- was not the way a straight boy looked at another person of the same sex.
get it together Will
british men who ruined my life → 9/50 photos of hugh dancy
Mads Mikkelsen - GQ Magazine.
Used to be a fashion commandment: “No brown in town.” And so businessmen would robotically wear gray or navy every day. Well, that rule, like a lot of rules, has been wadded up and tossed out the office window. Here, Danish badass Mads Mikkelsen shows why a suit in tobacco, copper, or coffee has gone from kinda stuffy to totally cutting-edge.
AU Meme: Mary meeting Castiel
“I always told Dean that angels were watching over him.”
dean lying sprawled over cas in bed, nuzzling his thigh while cas tells him stories about all the things he’s seen and strokes a hand absentmindedly through dean’s hair until he falls asleep ♥
I don’t know that any of you care, but my rec list list is being updated as we speak to include 9 more fandoms and 13 rec lists. It will not include all kinds of general rec lists for many other fandoms/pairings. Sadly, most fandoms outside of Supernatural do not have rec lists for specific kinks or tropes
probably because they don’t have as much fic
If anyone is looking for anything in particular, I’ve probably read that fandom/pairing and can point in in the right direction!
”7:16 pm, I’m in Baltimore, Maryland. My name is Will Graham.”
Image: Supernatural Convention from the episode ‘The Real Ghostbusters’ from Supernatural (source) - Although the show is a special case, Supernatural is not the only show to depict nerd culture in some way. There are not many cases that show “nerds” or nerd culture in a favorable light, usually choosing instead to portray stereotypes for laughs at the expense of fans.
dean isn’t usually possessive. he knows that castiel is his, that he fought hell and rebelled against heaven for dean, and that he isn’t going anywhere. which is why, when he catches himself imagining a scenario in which he strangles the man currently salivating over castiel, dean is mystified.
they’re standing in line at the dmv, a damn long line that dean had argued against, stating logically that he and sam could easily procure a license for cas without the three-hour wait. when castiel had refused, insisting that he wanted a legal license, wanted to learn how to deal with impatience the way humans do on a daily basis, dean had then stated, with a very confident smirk on his face, that castiel didn’t even have a last name, so what did he think of that.
“winchester,” castiel had said, giving dean a strange look, as if he’d really, honestly thought that dean was smarter than this.
that morning was the first time dean had kissed castiel.