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Every get everything so wrong it ends a few life's? Poor Malcolm messes up so bad it does. This is the first pic I am posting. No beta. I am not really good at this but stuck at home figured why not. Not sure what tags to put. And I am sorry so sorry.
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Fake dating your best friend to help him out with a college project should be a piece of cake… unless someone catches feelings. The problem is, in Dean’s experience? Someone always catches feelings.
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11 Jan 2021
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Drying his hands on the dishtowel, Dean licks his lips. “So, uh. You know how we’ve been working on me asking for the stuff I want?”
“The entire time I’ve known you, yes.”
Dean pops a middle finger over the towel.
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31 Dec 2020
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Even saying "I love you" back to Cas wasn't enough to stop the Empty from taking Cas. And Dean is trying to live and to honor Castiel's sacrifice - he IS. But he can't do it, not without Cas, not when they could have had so much more. Fuck the cosmic rules - he's going to save Cas from the Empty, he's going to have Cas back, and he's going to show Cas how loved he is.
~Title from "Cosmic Love" by Florence + the Machine
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28 Dec 2020
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All Dean wants is a little privacy. Cas doesn't understand.
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20 Dec 2020
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“We should fuck,” Dean says.
Cas looks up from where he sits on his bed, hair still damp from the shower, frowning as he places a finger on the page of his book to mark where he left off.
There are a million things Cas could say here; Dean has rehearsed them. After lunch, his restlessness had given way to a vague panic, a dread that matched his every step and crept along with him from room to room. Eventually, he had returned to his bedroom and spent the rest of the afternoon pacing back and forth, playing out all the possible scenarios. When Cas asks him Why? or Are you being serious? or when he sighs and says, in that way he has, Dean, he knows exactly what he’s going to do. He’s going to shrug casually, like he isn’t invested in the answer, like he isn’t desperate for an outlet, and say, Why not? He’s going to raise an eyebrow and say, What, are you not interested? He’s going to crowd into Cas’ personal space, he’s going to shove himself right up in there and whisper Cas against his ear.
Instead, Cas says, carefully, “Okay.”
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13 Dec 2020