

okay I’m kinda high, I’ve been drawing gay men kissing, I should answer some asks while I’m at it, right?
community is like au fanfic bc sometimes when you're watching a show you're like man i wish these characters were little gay detectives like law & order AND THEN IN COMMUNITY THEY ARE and the episode is called wolf pee or whatever
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drunk dean calls to tell cas they're going to end up together. eventually. wc: 2k
"Hi, hic , Cas."
Castiel, on his end of the call, puts his mug down on the counter. Icy cold coffee, with froth on the top. If Dean hadn't called him out of the blue, he would probably have sent him a picture of it in guise of documentation - or, well, to get him to tell him how much he wished to be there and drink it with him. If Dean hadn't called him drunk, he would at least have asked him to wait until he took a picture, with the froth all perfect and frothy.
Given the circumstances, however, he sits down, and nets his eyebrows in a frown.
"Dean? You okay?"
Drunk calls weren't that rare, but they were usually pre-planned. Or at least, you know, he’s aware Dean’s drinking when it happens.
"Oh!" Dean says, voice too bright and too loud. It’s like he’s somewhere that’s making it echo. "Of course. I'm drunk."
"I can tell." Cas rolls his eyes, for absolutely no one's benefit. His coffee grows warmer, untouched. "Where are you?"
A hum resounds. "So - it's not my room. I can tell that much."
"What the -” Cas swears under his breath. “Who're you with?"
"Friends." Dean says, dismissively. "I'm safe, it's all safe. Familiar faces. I just came away for a bit because I wanted to talk to you."
At that, Cas finally lightens. Stirs his cup (still admiring). "Uh-huh?"
Friends wouldn't be enough to describe what they were. And yet - it was what either of them would've said. Rather, convinced themselves to say.

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drunk dean calls to tell cas they’re going to end up together. eventually. wc: 2k
“Hi, hic , Cas.”
Castiel, on his end of the call, puts his mug down on the counter. Icy cold coffee, with froth on the top. If Dean hadn't called him out of the blue, he would probably have sent him a picture of it in guise of documentation - or, well, to get him to tell him how much he wished to be there and drink it with him. If Dean hadn’t called him drunk, he would at least have asked him to wait until he took a picture, with the froth all perfect and frothy.
Given the circumstances, however, he sits down, and nets his eyebrows in a frown.
“Dean? You okay?"
Drunk calls weren't that rare, but they were usually pre-planned. Or at least, you know, he’s aware Dean’s drinking when it happens.
"Oh!” Dean says, voice too bright and too loud. It’s like he’s somewhere that’s making it echo. “Of course. I’m drunk."
"I can tell.” Cas rolls his eyes, for absolutely no one’s benefit. His coffee grows warmer, untouched. “Where are you?”
A hum resounds. “So - it's not my room. I can tell that much."
"What the -” Cas swears under his breath. “Who’re you with?"
"Friends.” Dean says, dismissively. “I’m safe, it’s all safe. Familiar faces. I just came away for a bit because I wanted to talk to you."
At that, Cas finally lightens. Stirs his cup (still admiring). "Uh-huh?"
Friends wouldn’t be enough to describe what they were. And yet - it was what either of them would’ve said. Rather, convinced themselves to say.





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my bloody valentine but sam's deepest urge is not for demon blood it's for performing magic again
dean i can't stop pulling coins from behind people's ears i'm going broke dean they are my coins dean

unfortunately there's truly nothing else on planet earth that can replicate the feelings a girl has during the height of her supernatural phase. if they could somehow harness it into energy the climate crisis would be solved.