dean is a waiter who works high end events and is always sneaking the hors d’oeuvres when he thinks no one is watching. cas is a rich business man attending a gala and is bored out of his mind, catches dean in the act.

when dean sees one of the guests approaching him, he’s terrified that cas will rat him out but instead cas makes a lame joke and they end up talking. eventually they sneak away from the party with the rest of the mini quiches. 

The door slamming open freaked the shit out of Dean causing
him to jump in his chair and look up to the opening, startled.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Cas, what the fuck are you doing?”
the Alpha roared at his mate who was marching his way over to the Alpha. On
closer, inspection he noticed how ragged Cas looked, his hair dishevelled,
clothes half falling off his body. It was clear as the Omega spun Dean’s chair
and slipped into his lap, sniffing at Dean’s neck that his Omega was in heat.

“Need you, now,” Cas growled out.

“Yeah, fuck,” Dean groaned as his mate’s scent assaulted his
nostrils. He clung hard onto the Omega’s hips as he started to rut against him,
his cock already hard and pressing into Dean’s stomach as he rocked, while his
slacks were already soaked through causing Dean’s own pants to become damp.

“Clothes,” Dean gasped, “Lose your clothes.” It was then
that he realised that the door was still wide open, his assistant, Becky
staring through the open door with wide eyes. “Close the fucking door!” Dean
yelled at her startling her and making her jump into action. Dean would make it
up to her later but for now he had a lap full of needy Omega that he had to
satisfy.

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lightsaroundyourvanity:

anobviousaside:

au request: paleontologist dean + feral scientist/dinosaur-whisperer cas (jurassic park au)

guys this one is my favorite

“So you’re a—“

“I believe the correct term is dinosaur whisperer,” says Castiel. The tiniest edge of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and he strokes the top of the diplodocus’s head, maybe out of idle habit, maybe to comfort the beast. Dean has no fucking clue. When Cas—mysterious, quirky, earnest Cas—had told him he had something more interesting than old, dusty bones to show him, Dean had had something very different in mind.

Castiel cocks his head to one side. “Are you alright, Dean?” he asks. “I did tell you I had something unusual you might be interested in.”

Cas looks so far away astride the dinosaur’s neck. Dean scrambles into a standing position—and nope, that doesn’t help, because he’s still trying to reach eye level with a fucking dinosaur.

“Sorry man, it’s just a little hard to keep my cool when the hot guy I was chatting up swoops in with an extinct goddamn species.” And maybe Dean is aiming for flippant, but he can’t keep the quaver from his voice. This shit is epic. This shit is… well, it’s out of his league, whatever it is.

But seated on the diplodocus, miles (or yards, or feet, or maybe Dean isn’t sure, he just knows it’s far) above him, Castiel lights up. He runs his hand through his hair and his smile widens.

“You think I’m hot?”

this is what i have to put up with, this is an outrage

Cas getting mosquito bites. (????)

Cas being all sulky and pouty because he’s itchy. (????)

Dean chuckling as he applies calamine lotion to Cas’ skin. (????)

c-kaeru:

@bisexualdemondean? The things you make me draw dammit

tho this one is kinda on me

based on [x]

c-kaeru:

So apparently I had some urges before going to bed

sisspoo:

a very festive (and very naked) castiel for the lovely @vieroksuja 

(now if only his boyfriend would come untangle him.. ?)

your hand in mine

Rating: E

Dean/Cas, 4k

Square: B4 – Under a spell

Tags: AU, succubus!Dean, witch!Cas, friends to lovers, hand holding, bed sharing, first time

Summary: A spell gone wrong forces Dean and Cas to keep in physical contact. Easier said than done, when one of them is a succubus as well as madly and secretly in love with his best friend.

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Written for the @destielsmutbingo 2018.

(on ao3)

Dean lifted one side of the oversized plaid
blanket and gestured imperiously at his boyfriend. “Get in here, babe.
Come warm me up.”

Cas squinted at him in mock confusion. “You’re three feet away from a roaring fire, Dean. Aren’t you warm enough already?”

“No fire can snuggle me as nice as you can, sweetheart. C’mon, get over here. You can bring your hot chocolate with you.”

The angel grinned and cuddled up against him, placing his mug on a nearby side table.

They
were nestled together on an overstuffed couch in the study, a side room
that opened off of the library. Sam and Dean had lived in the Bunker
for years before they’d even discovered the room. It was a snug, formal
den, accessed through a door that was tucked into a dark corner of the
library’s bookshelves. Meant for entertaining the Men of Letters’ most
distinguished guests, the room was paneled in dark wood, and had as its
focus a large fireplace capped with a white marble mantelpiece.

Dean
had fixed the study up especially for their Christmas celebrations this
year. He’d spared no effort or expense in polishing, trimming, and
decorating. Tinsel garlands dipped and sparkled their way along the
wainscoting. A dozen stockings were hung above the fireplace, each
bearing a different name carefully written out in glitter glue. A lush
Douglas fir stood in one corner, loaded almost to the point of collapse
with every sort of bauble and ornament the Lebanon Wal-Mart had to
offer.

The room had been the scene of maximum holiday joy and
bustle today, but it was quiet now, and they were finally alone. The
walls reflected the soft glow of the fire back at them. The only other
light came from the twinkling decorations on their tree.

“Did you have a good Christmas?” Dean murmured now against his boyfriend’s temple.

Cas hummed and smiled, closing his eyes. “Yes, love, I did. Thank you for everything.”

“What was your favorite part of the day?”

“Well… It was wonderful seeing everyone.”

“Yeah, it was great to have the place full of family.”

“And the food was amazing.”

“‘Course it was. I make a mean eight-course dinner.”

“And I really like my presents.”

“I’m glad. I like all of mine, too.”

“But I think this is my favorite part. This, right now.”

“Mmm. Yeah, this is pretty freakin’ great.”

“Merry Christmas, Dean.”

“Merry Christmas, Cas. Love you.”

“I love you, too.”

This soft little ficlet is a gift for the 2018 advent calendar on the Destiel NaNoWriMo group on Facebook.

crazed-whovian:

Love a fallen angel just learnin’ to be a human 

and y’know, falling for Dean over the phone

Day 16 for @winchester-reload ‘s lovely prompt list

(ao3)

The monster daddy reaches for his son and pulls him back out of the path of Castiel’s approach. Sam’s checked them out already. They’re positive no one in this family eats people to stay alive and that none of them are an actual threat. They’re not here to kill anyone, but the case is related and they’ve gotta check ‘em out.

In dad’s eyes, though, these three, towering men present the biggest threat he’s ever come up against. As sure as he is that he’s done nothing wrong, with Sam, Dean, and Cas crowding into his apartment, it almost feels as if he has.

“Keep away,” he says low in his child’s ear as Cas approaches, “He’s a Winchester,” it comes out sounding like a curse, “you get close, he’ll hurt you.”

Cas stops a measured distance away and holsters his blade. “We’ve just got some questions,” he pulls his coat over his pockets and keeps his hands at his sides.

They go on with questioning both the boy and his father and then leave in peace.

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running a personal soft porn blog on Tumblr. It’s mostly photos of himself in lacy panties, his face always cropped out, of course. He didn’t want to get famous from his blog, but he loved all the positive comments, especially from a particular account called impala-through-the-night. He loved the body and sexuality positivity strangers online could give him, and it made him feel better about himself as a person, even if that was a little pathetic. But then one day all his posts started getting taken down, even though they were barely nsfw, because Tumblr decided it wanted to throw a tantrum.

Now imagine Cas getting a message from impala-through-the-night asking if there was another site he posted his photos to, like Instagram or Patreon. Cas getting really excited, thrilled to think someone actually likes his photos that much, and messaging back to thank them and say he’s never posted his photos anywhere else, but he’d love to keep posting as long as someone wanted to keep seeing them. 

c-kaeru:

I just wanted to try drawing some hunter!cas as a girl with wild hair and side braids and this happened this makes me feel gay things help

Oh well

You’ve heard of hunter husbands now get ready for

 Hunter wives

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stesichoreanpalinode:

chuckwinchester:

Like so many of their peers, they do their best thinking with a good jug of wine passed around, watered down by the servants at intervals, and in the company of many great scholars. This night of academic rivalries and debates ends as their friends are sent home and only Dean and Castiel remain. Dean’s mind is too open, for he does not see the harm, anymore, in this state, in coming up close to Castiel pressing his precious, well-admired face between his hot palms, tasting the wine on his wet lips.

Castiel as an extremely goodlooking Socrates and Dean as an Alcibiades who isn’t an immature self-aggrandizing douchebag… 

Someone needs to make Greek vase style art for this

#tumblr x tinyfic otp  #dean x castiel otp  #dean spending the evening lying on a couch  #being fed by the dancing girls  #castiel knowing that dean is too old now to submit to another man  #dean is the first to admit he’s not a philosopher  #but when he lazily throws in his contributions  #castiel can see the razor sharp mind of athens’ youngest general  #who has saved the city from the persians  #dean knows his other friends believe he spends too much time  #with these abstract contemplators  #but castiel’s gentle probing  #questioning everything  #is what keeps him moral and sane  #castiel has spent all evening #believing dean would take one of the girls  #or leave to find his friends in the gymnasium  #and instead here he is in the empty dining room  #all that beauty is castiel’s for this evening  #and in the morning  #or as homer says  #the rosy-fingered dawn  #he thinks to himself that he needs to recalibrate his philosophy #the ideal is not an abstract  #here is ho kalos k’agathos  #the beautiful and the good 

Apologies to archeologists and the greek art world

I couldn’t resist a quick manip

It’s been a supremely shitty day at the end of a truly grueling hunt. Dean can tell that Cas is having a hard time getting out of his own head and letting it go – what he should have done differently, how he could have done better… Dean’s been there. He knows how much it sucks to get stuck in a brain loop, endlessly second-guessing yourself over shit you can’t change. So he takes the opportunity to offer his boyfriend a little healthy distraction.

ok but like castiel getting drunk and singing desperado by the eagles to dean