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pastelpinkmallows · 4 years

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#Castiel #JAW C L E N C H

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pastelpinkmallows · 4 years

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saying your names, richard siken

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pastelpinkmallows · 5 years

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Castiel as The Moon and Stars

~ a tribute piece to Alphonse Mucha

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pastelpinkmallows · 5 years

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Crowley: You look like hell, and I should know. You’re not up for this.

Cas: lol watch me

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pastelpinkmallows · 5 years

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Ser Brienne of Tarth, a Knight of the Seven Kingdoms.

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pastelpinkmallows · 5 years

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So, I’ve waited years, YEARS for Jaime and Brienne to be together and what do I get? Off screen sex, five minutes interaction and then HE RUNS OFF TO BATTLE, LEAVING HER CRYING IN THE SNOW?!?!?!?

What the hell?!?!

(Their first scene during the drinking game was still pretty sweet though)

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pastelpinkmallows · 5 years

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“We should have an affair,” Castiel said over beers. Dean choked on his gulp. Sure, it was true their sex life had been…lacking, but to suggest they cheat on each other was…well, kind of a classic angel move. Blunt and entirely disregarding societal norms.

“Are you seriously suggesting we go sleep with other people?”

Castiel looked scandalized. “Of course not! We have an affair like they did in the Piña Colada song.”

“Meaning?”

Castiel took another drink. “Meaning,” he explained, rolling his eyes, “We have an affair with each other.”

“Hate to burst your bubble, pal,” Dean gestured to the bartender for another drink, “But you can’t just suggest we purposely accidentally cheat on each other with each other.”

“Who else would I cheat with?”

Damn it. That was the sort of sweet shit that had kept them together for so long. Castiel’s utter earnest adoration of Dean. Besides, it wasn’t Castiel’s fault Dean was growing restless. He’d never stayed in one place for so long, never stayed with one person for so long, never had such unconditional love for so long…it wasn’t a sensation Dean felt he deserved.

Not exactly the pleasant thoughts he was supposed to be having. Dean pushed it away with a sigh, returning his focus to the earnest angel watching him over a beer. Fine, Dean would bite. “How would you even cheat on me with me, anyway?”

Castiel watched Dean seriously for a moment. “Hello, stranger,” he said, dropping his voice whole octave, “You’re almost as hot as my husband.”

Dean snorted. “Dude, if we’re having an affair, you can’t say I’m almost as hot as your husband.”

“But my husband is very attractive!”

Another hit to the heart. Dean hadn’t felt attractive in a while, not since the lines appeared along his face and the pudge around his belly seemed to take up permanent residence and the scars started to blur together into something that was less sexy and more horrifying. But there was Castiel, staring at Dean like he was the most beautiful creature on Earth. It was, well, a bit too much for the time being.

“C’mon, man,” Dean insisted, “if we’re gonna have an affair with each other, we gotta do it right.”

Castiel wrinkled his nose. “Fine. You’re as attractive as my husband.”

“Thank you.”

The conversation seemed to stall, Castiel picking at the label on his drink as he glanced at Dean. “I’m, uh, apparently I’m bad at this,” Castiel admitted, and he looked so disappointed that Dean couldn’t help but lean into the act.

“You know…” Dean said coyly, “My husband’s out of town for the weekend.”

“Mine too,” Castiel replied, blue eyes serious.

Dean leaned forward, his lips against Castiel’s ear as he growled, “What do you say I show you a better time than he would tonight, angel?”

“You’d make french toast in the morning?”

What? Dean blinked, pulling away. “No, Cas, I’m talking about sex.”

Castiel’s eyes widened. “I was too.”

“Sounds like you were talking about food, babe.”

“It’s not just the breakfast…” Castiel groaned, “It’s…well, if we had really good sex, the next morning you’re so cheerful. And you make a good breakfast and dance in the kitchen when you don’t think I’m watching…” he rubbed his eyes, “A good breakfast means you’re happy.”

Dean nearly dropped his beer. Sure, he’d been caught up in his own self-loathing, but he’d never considered the fact that it might be the thing getting in their way. He’d blamed it on a lack of adventurous sex, a lack of excitement…but maybe that wasn’t it at all. “Cas…”

“Maybe you should have an affair,” Cas sighed, “A real one.”

“I don’t want an affair, Cas,” Dean whispered, “I want you.”

He leaned forward again, this time to kiss Castiel. When Dean pulled away, Castiel’s eyes were shining, a small, gummy smile forming on his face.

“Come home with me tonight?” Dean asked softly.

“But what would my husband think of that?” Cas replied coyly.

Dean kissed him again. “That answer the question?”

They didn’t have an affair with each other, partially because Dean still didn’t understand quite how that would have worked, but they did have an awesome time in bed.

And the next morning, Dean made Castiel french toast.

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fluff #food cw #alcohol cw #domestiel #cute

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pastelpinkmallows · 5 years

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