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#oh are we having a resurgence? go on

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11.10 - The Devil in the Details - for @altarofrowena‘s 2k Follower Celebration - Day 5: crowley and rowena

#they were insane for this.

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i’m crying he catfished crowley. crowley absolutely thought he was headed for a booty call and he believed this even after being shot.

#disastrous i love him

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In season 6 robby walks in on his dad and daniel unabashedly rawdogging it on the living room sofa and is so horrified traumatized and enraged that he decides to vandalize johnny’s stolen minivan as payback for what he was forced to witness and after hours of long hard deliberation on what to spray paint he finally settles on this:

#deancascrowley is over i’m becoming a cobra kai blog

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everyone wanted to fuck dean so bad yet somehow crowley was the only one who actually did

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i have, like, midterms or whatever

#christ. it really was as insane as i remember

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every single cut crowstiel interaction is gold

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(late) @crowstielweek day one : deal

i think its about time i drew a deal-sealing kiss....

#picks this up puts it in here. excellent stuff

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↳ welcome to my "season nine drowley is actually just an enemies to lovers slow burn" manifesto

#the only the ONLY thing that matters .

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imagine trying to date dean winchester and finding out his ex did THEE romantic gesture of falling from heaven for him? luckily my cock is huge though

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rowena macleod’s greatest hits + text posts (11/?)

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Can I have a Dean/Benny fic about shaving with straight razors?

Dean's pretty sure that there are some people out there who would say that letting a vamp at his neck with a razor-sharp - well, razor - is one of the craziest things he's ever done. Which, really, shows piss-poor risk assessment skills because it's not like he doesn't let this particular vamp near his throat on a regular basis, with teeth at least as sharp as any straight razor, no matter how well-honed that razor might be.

There is, somehow, something more vulnerable about this, Dean acknowledges to himself. In sitting here, stretched out in the chair they've dragged into the bathroom, head back, a warm towel draped over his face. He can hear Benny moving around, socked feet soft on the tile a whisper under the music on the record player. Which means Benny's deliberately making enough noise to be easily tracked instead of doing the silent cat thing that always startles the crap out of Dean.

Benny hums along, coming over to rest his hands on Dean's shoulders. "How you doing, cheri?" he asks.

"Good," Dean says. There's a warm haze from just. Relaxing under a warm towel. The smell of citrus and salt from the oil Benny had smoothed through his beard. The cozy little cave he's hanging out in.

Benny hums. Gives Dean's shoulders a gentle squeeze before taking the towel off. Dean blinks slowly at the light. Benny leans over him and kisses him soft, upside down. Smooths his hands down Dean's whiskers before Benny picks up the razor. Benny handles it with a confidence you can only get with several centuries of experience, before laughing ruefully and reaching for the shaving cream first. His hands are efficient, and if anyone were watching it would be impossible to miss that his hands are intimately familiar with the planes of Dean's face.

Dean feels his breath come out in a long exhale, trying to stay relatively in place while Benny smooths the cream over his face. Benny's hands are steady and capable. Dean lets his eyes flicker shut again.

"Ready?" Benny asks, voice a low burr.

Dean grunts a response, letting Benny tilt his head back, position it with his throat long and outstretched. The first touch of the razor to his skin is always a bit of a shock, feels the cool, bright metal touch his neck and the split second it takes for his body to scroll through the responses ingrained by a lifetime of hunting. There must have been a blip in his heart rate, because Benny pauses, waiting for it to settle out.

"All good?" Benny asks.

Dean doesn't nod or anything because razor, but he lets his hand fall so he can awkwardly pat Benny's knee encouragingly.

"Right then," Benny says, gliding the blade across Dean's skin in a first, expert pass.

Dean makes a noise of approval in his chest, and lets himself sink into it. Drift. Benny's big hands on his skin, on his neck, on his face, turning his face this way and that. Always making sure Dean's skin is pulled taught for the next pass. The rasp of the blade against hair, the flick of foam being released from the blade, Benny's hands on his skin. It's all hypnotic.

It feels, somehow, more vulnerable than sex. Than Benny's face, his mouth, his still-blunt teeth, pressed to Dean's skin as he gasps out endearments in a variety of tongues.

Sometimes Dean feels most naked when he's fully clothed.

He lets himself drift a bit. If you'd told him ten years ago he'd be able to - to want to - drowse while a vampire maneuvered a straight razor along the curve of his jaw, Dean would have laughed his ass off.

Benny moves steadily, constantly, humming a bit as he cleans up Dean's upper lip. The entire shave takes forever and no time at all. But if he had to guess, Dean would say probably 20 minutes. Of Benny moving so carefully and precisely, turning Dean's head when he needs it.

Benny runs his hands across Dean's face, palms and pads of his fingers searching for anything he missed. Which he didn't, of course, but Dean doesn't exactly mind the touch.

"Like a baby's bottom," Benny says, and Dean groans.

"Dude," he says. Opens his eyes to look up at Benny, looming over him from behind his head.

Benny grins and taps Dean's nose, running the tap so he can wet a fresh towel with warm water and glide it over Dean's skin, getting rid of any residue.

"We done?" Dean asks, but he doesn't make any move to get up.

"Sure," Benny snorts. But he's tipping aftershave into his palms, pressing them soft and even to Dean's neck, to his jaw.

Dean tries not to preen a bit but it's just. It's nice. It's really nice. He still feels soft with vulnerability and his skin is soft and clean and Benny's hands are gentle. "Hey," Dean says, because there's a warm, fluttering weight in his chest that seems suddenly imperative. He's 99% sure Benny knows, but Dean just. Dean takes a long, deep breath, and it smells like soap and shaving lotion and citrus. "You know--" and Dean peters out there, uncertain as to what exactly it is he wants to say. Dean coughs. Benny is bending over him from above his head, and the angle of the light shadowing his eyes. "You know--" Dean says, scrambling for words.

Benny's smile is long and slow and so fucking beautiful that Dean's breath catches a little. Maybe. Could be.

"I do," Benny says. "Know."

Dean swallows. "And do you?" He's again 99% sure Benny does, but.

Benny huffs out a laugh. Traces gentle fingers across Dean's face. "So much more than I thought I was still capable of," he says.

Dean fights the urge to roll his eyes, because that's sweet but it's also dumb, because of course Benny is capable of love, what the fuck. Instead he just reaches up to catch the back of Benny's neck and tug him down. "Duh," Dean says, but it's kind, fingers curling into the back of Benny's neck as he tugs him down into an upside-down kiss.

#I LOVE YOU CHERRYICE…i love you so much….. #emoji review: 😭🥺😵‍💫🥰🧖‍♂️🛁🪒

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some cosy benny content for you all 💕 inspired by this fic

#benny lapussy content coming back today in celebration of deanbenny on my dash

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#oh are we having a deanbenny day? it’s time for me .

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(not a fan)

#i love deanketch apocalypse world fling