Gaby, 23,
supernatural, avengers and other stuff, multishipper because i want to
also put your cursor here ehehehehe
supernatural, avengers and other stuff, multishipper because i want to
also put your cursor here ehehehehe
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boxpolice requested Dean and Cas in college meeting for the first time in a laudromat at 2am.
probably much less romantic than you imagined, but it’s 4am!
reminder that i love requests and will be taking any that strike my fancy for the rest of the month :)
I’ve seen a few fics floating around attached to this and I just… I HAD TO.
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It really all started when Dean realized it was nearly four in the morning. He’d been in a wonderful, if not potentially dangerous, caffeine-induced haze for most of the night and early hours of the day while cramming for that History test he may or may not have remembered the existence of.
After sweeping his books off the desk in a dramatic fashion and throwing the covers over himself, Dean found himself still thrumming with the remnants of that last cup (pot) of coffee. He tossed and turned, every little noise a distraction as dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, letting out a frustrated groan.
In a quick motion, Dean had leaped out of bed and gathered any and all dirty garments he could muster together, clumping them in his hands in the dark before throwing them haphazardly into the nearest laundry basket and making his way out the door.
Once at the campus laundromat, Dean took in the soapy detergent mingling with the stench of young adult hormones. He swept right through the door, barely acknowledging the stoic figure perched upon one of the machine, focus trained on what appeared to be a crossword. He tossed in as many clothes as he could fit, threw in some soap, and let the magic happen.
Dean fidgeted a moment, his veins still pumping with caffeine. It was then that he realized he’d actually have to wait for his clothes now. As in, stay still. For more than thirty seconds. Dean peered over his shoulder, curious, at the other person in the lonely laundromat. Without allowing himself another thought, Dean swiveled around and leaned on one of the dryers, taking in the view of the young man.
His hair was disheveled and sticking up like it hadn’t seen a a proper combing in weeks, and a thick, dark stubble was peppered across his jawline. He was dressed in a plain white dress shirt adorned with a blue tie (backwards, of course), and if he’d been even just a tiny bit older, Dean would’ve mistaken him for some kind of hip, young college professor.
“Hey,” Dean said, a friendly smile stretched across his lips. The other boy raised his eyebrows in surprise before setting down his crossword, turning to look at Dean- except, something about his gaze seemed like it was looking through Dean, almost right past him like something far more interesting was going on just over his shoulder.
Dean, mildly unnerved, tried to keep his resolve, but once he saw a smirk crack on the young man’s face, he couldn’t help but see what was so amusing. And, oh boy, did he find out.
Directly in his line of sight was a pair of frilly, lace pink panties. His pair of frilly, lace pink panties. The tips of Dean’s ears grew hot as he inwardly let out a grown, burying his face in his hand in embarrassment. Those weren’t even supposed to be in the laundry basket- the instructions clearly said hand wash only in cold water.
Before he could come up with a clever retort, a hand appeared in front of Dean’s face, nudging him slightly. He looked up, surprised to see the young man still sitting there, amusement painted across his features.
“Castiel,” he offered, voice deeper than Dean had anticipated.
Mustering up what dignity he had left, Dean took his hand and shook it, a brief surge of warmth pulsing through him.
“So, working on a crossword?” Dean inquired, hopping up on the adjacent dryer to get a better look.
Castiel nodded, showing Dean the page. “Know an eight letter word for the oral stimulation of a penis?” He delivered the line as dry as the Sahara desert, and Dean nearly fell off the dryer at the forward attitude.
He recovered though, and managed “Even better, I could show you firsthand,” eyeing Castiel from the side as a quiet smirk rose on the young man’s lips.
“I can’t say I’d object to that,”
“Those weren’t even supposed to be in the laundry basket- the instructions clearly said hand wash only in cold water.”
hahaha, yes, thank you!!
this guy would survive in movies
girl i hope you appreciate your boyfriend. he just stood practically on top of a horror movie monster so you could get out of the elevator first. he loves you.
are we going to ignore the actress who got kicked in the face
act like a bitch get slapped like a bitch
Did somebody say destiel hand holding??
My finished project, in which I sob over my OTP and abuse the lens blur filter.
I fucking love you, BBC.
Is no-one going to comment on the title of the news report?
i want to start reading Twist and Shout but i have finals and i have to invest myself in studying for two whole weeks
so i guess it’s gonna have to wait, omg i want to read it now
an addition to my high school au! locker room this time.
Dean tries to flirt with the boy he bumped into earlier, but Cas gets flustered and walks off. That’s okay though, Dean’ll keep trying :)
I <3 High School AUs
now bed time.
oh wow i’ve got a 2x1 ticket to the movies in my yogurth, whaaat??
