Don’t mind him, he’s busy in the kitchen preparing the sixth pie for ; 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑵., all of which are different kinds. Dean deserved some spoiling, and Cas likes his lil apron.

You’d like that too much. x.com/bravebadassery…

Why don’t you ask the blonde to do it. x.com/bravebadassery…

Is there anything you haven’t ‘been there, done that’ x.com/bravebadassery…

Oh, sorry, I meant /who/ havent you ‘been there, done that’ x.com/bravebadassery…

Lying would be a sin, Dean. x.com/bravebadassery…

Then I guess I’m gonna have to save you again. x.com/bravebadassery…

As many as I physically can. x.com/bravebadassery…

There is no h a p p y without you, you ass. I don’t want your brother. x.com/bravebadassery…

// g r E E N ONES* Don’t judge me I’m writing Cas AND dean at the same time right now x.com/soldierofgrace…

ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔩 is mine. Not yours. He belongs to me.

And he’s ( s o u n d ) asleep against his hunter, arms tucked oh so protectively around him. Maybe he’ll make ; 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑵. some breakfast in the morning. Or, more likely than not, he’ll make his /grace/ do it.

Arms curl around ; 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑵. from behind, a display of sweets on the table behind himself. For D e a n, obviously. He’s covering his eyes. “Guess who-”

When ; 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑵. hits on him in front of Sam—;

Sprawls on ; 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑵.. “I miss my hunter.”

Plants himself under ; 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑵.’s arm, finally having returned from heaven. He feels guilty, of course, but he’s here now for as long as Dean pleases. Arms tuck around his hunter, a gentle kiss given to his jaw. “I missed you, Dean.”

Impatiently awaits ; 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑵.