This is my first attempt at a ficlet, but i saw this post and couldn’t resist

Dean exhaled and slammed his textbook shut. “Screw it, I’m done for today.” A few of the students at the surrounding tables shot Dean a dirty look at the noise, and across the table from him, Castiel sighed.

Dean and Castiel sat at the small, two person table in the back corner of the library, exactly like they had done every Friday since starting college three years ago. The library had been crowded, and Cas, faced with having to return to his noisy roommate, had asked if he could take the last empty seat and share the tiny table with the green eyed stranger. After three hours of hushed conversation, and discovering a shared love of Star Trek, Vonnegut, and Burgers, Dean and Castiel had agreed to meet again the next week to study. Three years later, it was well known that where one went the other followed.

Dean shoved his textbook into his bag and scooted his chair closer to Cas, who was currently biting his lip and scrunching up his eyebrows in a way that was purely adorable. Dean almost sighed. Cas was his best friend, but recently Dean had thought it had become something more. Which was why he had gritted his teeth and asked if Cas wanted to grab dinner and a movie last Saturday. Cas had agreed, and Dean had been psyched. He had worn his best button down and taken Cas to a nice restaurant. Dean had even let Cas chose the movie. Everything had gone great, until the end of the night, when Cas had jumped out of Dean’s impala at his dorm.

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inkblackwings:

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2009!Dean hears the unmistakable sound of people having sex as he passes by Castiel’s cabin.  He knows it’s wrong to spy, but curiosity gets the better of him so he creeps up onto the porch, making his way to the door that he’s surprised to find cracked open.  He doesn’t go in, though.  He stops, staring at his boots, listening to the uneven breathing.  He can’t help squirming, his cock starting to harden in his jeans and the back of his neck going hot when he hears a voice that is definitely Cas, moaning.

He presses the heel of his hand against his dick, craning his neck as he hears the bedsprings squeak in a quicker rhythm than before and suddenly he can’t breathe.  He’s on the verge of swallowing his pride and marching in to see if he can join, knowing that Cas likes orgies as much as the next guy.  He’s stopped in his tracks when he hears another voice - his voice - moan, “God, Cas..  don’t stop now.”

Dean knows he should be ashamed of himself for not leaving right then and there and strongly suspects he should be ashamed of his future self for whatever’s going on inside the cabin.  That doesn’t change the fact that shame is the furthest thing from his mind when he carefully pushes the door open a little more, holding his breath while he steals a peek.

He nearly falls into Castiel’s cabin when he sees himself straddling Cas, riding him quick and hard like a pro, wearing only his thigh holster and a blissed out smile.  Castiel’s fingers are white knuckled, gripping his hips as he arches up to meet each downward thrust and 2009!Dean’s palms are as sweaty as his mouth is dry when he finally forces himself to take a step backward just in time to hear Cas’ growled, “Dean!”

Dean swallows hard as he takes the steps off Castiel’s porch two at a time, the sound of Cas’ voice ringing in his ears.  Before he’s even all the way down the steps and back onto solid ground, he’s decided that if he ever makes it back to his time and his Cas, the first thing on his agenda is to get a piece of that action.

Random selfie because I love this pic

castiel-knight-of-hell:

ohmysupernatural:

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I love how Sebastian is just having fun dancing then he glances at Misha swinging his hips and thinks “why am I dancing over here when I could be grinding on him?”

deathkisseddean:

Selfie because Seth the hot pharmacist totally checked me out

I feel like I’m such a shit person

wigglyflippingout:

theoldaeroplane:

all these fuckin teenagers and their tiny-ass text and themes fuck off i’m not legolas

“what do your elf-eyes see, legolas”

“pastel grunge”

desuchieru:

o15 - the laundromat. (oh god sorry for the nsfw…  did this in 10 min orz i just had to after that sneak peek I JUST HAD TO)

army-mum:

good morning, Do you want breakfast?

for dollysheep

sorry.. but I love you. dean(&cas) is crazy beauty ;-; 

I can’t! 

Hey guys, I could really talk to someone. God I’m being such an idiot. But ingot invited to a party by someone who I used to be close friends with, but now we run in different circles. Basically, I’m panicking about this decision because I wiuld only know like one person at the party, and I wouldn’t know what to wear, and I’m so awkward and anxious but my mom works with her mom so I can’t use the my mom said no or I’m busy excuse and I don’t know what to do and now I’m not breathing and just help please.

mishas-assbutts:

~sleepy times~

Being mad at my mother because she called the school and told them about my anxiety problems, without telling me, and then she was going to let me go to school with everyone knowing but me, is not a bad thing. Yet she’s the one who’s now pissed at me. For being mad at her. But I refuse to feel badly for being mad like I do every single time this happens. She did something wrong, and I have a right to feel as angry as I want to about it. She can slam doors and call me bitchy and be as bitchy as she wants, but I am not going to be spinless. I will not feel badly. Not this time. She has had a week to tell me, and yet still didn’t. I need to feel mad, so I’m gonna be mad. I’m aloud to feel the way I feel.

lordwhat:

Reign it in, dude.