donestiel:

with love, from [x]

mishacastielnovak:

haloless:

#Same, Dean

#Same, Donatello.

stardustcas:

#jealousboyfriend

some-people-call-it-tragic:

Let all of those attachments go.

Why would I let go of Dean? I love him.

deancasbigbang:

Title: Version 2.0
Author: Elizabeth1985
Artist: comedicdrama
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings/Tags: nyc, best friends, roommates, friends with benefits, tattooed!dean, tattooed!castiel, dean is crazy smart, business partners, light d/s, light kink
Posting Date: 10/31/2017

Summary: Life is nothing but a series of processes. We rise, we work, we function within the walls we’ve designed for ourselves. Dean Winchester does not deviate from this system. Heavily tattooed and a borderline genius; Dean necessitates control. Relationships are a no-go. Too messy, unpredictable. And yeah, he knows having casual sex with his best friend, roommate, and business partner is a dumbass move. But Cas’ suggestion is impossible to resist. What Dean doesn’t expect and couldn’t possibly predict is the unique way Cas manages to shut down his mile-a-minute mind, giving him a level of inner peace he’d thought to be unattainable. What starts out of convenience morphs into a dynamic emotional slide neither of them were prepared for, forcing them to decide what they’re willing to risk.  

- - -

They know each other too well. Castiel’s crystal blue eyes narrow into slits, head tipped at an angle against the back of the couch. There’s a weighted pause hovering between them.

“Something’s different…” Cas murmurs, barely meeting Dean’s eyes.

It’s the strangest thing, this singular moment. As if they both know something’s changed but neither has the balls to say it outright or even blink suggestively in that direction. They let it hang, pretending there aren’t internal freakouts just flying all over the apartment like hyper-charged dust motes.

Choking down unwanted panic, Dean ruffles Cas’ unruly hair. “Don’t worry about it. What do you want for dinner?”

His roommate closes his eyes to the touch. “Whatever you want works for me.”

Is there a double-meaning there? They’re both pretty damn smart. They could dance this game a long while. Tiptoeing in suggestive language, if that’s what this is. Dean’s not sure. He hates complicated crap and Cas has the social cues of a rabbit sometimes. But maybe it is… this potentially cryptic back and forth. Maybe they’ll hide under the safety of its uncertainty and clouded air of disassociation. For a bit anyway. Dean’s not ready to figure this out. It feels too much like giving in to the raging constant need inside him. It wouldn’t do any good to reach out and grab the closest male in proximity. Let alone one who happens to be his best fucking friend, and his roommate, AND his business partner.

“I haven’t decided on anything,” he says. Take that double meaning and smoke it.  

The faintest smile passes through Cas’ expression. But is it suggestive or normal; he doesn’t know. “We could order out,” suggests Cas. “I’m starving.”

Order out? Starving? Are they still playing? Maybe they never were. Maybe Dean’s overactive brain has taken a sharp turn from reality. Watching an hour or two of porn every day probably doesn’t help.

“Uh, pizza?”

Cas moans. “Yessss. Definitely pizza.”

Last night comes flashing back to him. “Damn, you’re busting out those moans for pizza? Maybe you were dreaming about a big deep-dish last night.” Yeah right, he answers himself sarcastically. A fucking extra-large slice of the Best Friend Special.

“Perhaps I was,” Cas replies. No hesitation. Just a little sass.

“Uhn-huh,” Dean blandly fires back, not even trying to hide his bullshit-meter tone.

Dean’s life is supposed to be uncomplicated, dammit. Now he’s conversing in vague subtleties and possible innuendos. Fuck.

Why did his best friend have to dream-moan his name like that? It’s like a box Dean never knew he owned just exploded all over the floor in some catastrophic sticky mess. One singular event turning his orderly life into shambles.

Man, he really needs to clean something.

Deancas Graphics Challenge | strengthcas
↳ Prompt: Capri (#00BFFF)

godshipsit:

Cas, it’s me. We’re family. We need you. I need you.

ahoyspn:

You have to choose, Castiel – us or them.

galaxystiel:

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.” -Neil Gaiman

saawek-the-kinky-mess:

Request from @helianthus21 ! 

purgatory-jar:

I fall on my knees and I pray

that we´ll be alright