robotmango:

i don’t know if anyone wanted this, but here it is!

mr. fluffers is an excellent listener: the s9 episode and a half masterpost.

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thighholstered:

cas getting turned on by dean holding a pen between his lips

cas getting turned on by dean dragging his fingers through his hair when he’s frustrated

cas getting turned on by dean licking his thumb before turning the page of the book he’s flipping through

mishas-assbutts:

dirtyovercoats:

thanks to the generous help of clotpoleofthelordhubrisandwax, and humanlovesfreckles, we’ve managed to collect a little pdf library of some of fossarian’s missing fic if anyone else is still in need!!

I download all the fics on AO3 to ibooks when I’m reading; so here’s 21 epubs worth of Fossarian’s fics! You just need to sync it to a free ereader on your phone or tablet. Or you can convert the files to a pdf. Enjoy :)

no-gorms:

pappcave:


What Has Eight Tentacles and Isn’t Allowed to Eat Pie? by Annie D

Commission for maealoril

The greatest challenge for Castiel was in suppressing his ticklishness. Dean’s tentacles were always moving, loping over and around Castiel’s limbs and shoulders and back almost in independent thought from their owner, who was too busy clicking his beak in judgment over Castiel’s kitchen skills.
“No, I’m not going to let you hold the knife,” Castiel said. Dean was a solid weight against Castiel’s back, almost right where his wings used to be. Castiel suppressed a smile when another tentacle curled around his chin, poking at his ear. “Shotgun doesn’t get a say, Dean. I don’t make the rules.”
“Blargh,” Dean protested, petulantly winding a tentacle through Castiel’s hair. Castiel did not arc into the touch.

no-gorms:

pappcave:

What Has Eight Tentacles and Isn’t Allowed to Eat Pie? by Annie D

Commission for maealoril

The greatest challenge for Castiel was in suppressing his ticklishness. Dean’s tentacles were always moving, loping over and around Castiel’s limbs and shoulders and back almost in independent thought from their owner, who was too busy clicking his beak in judgment over Castiel’s kitchen skills.

“No, I’m not going to let you hold the knife,” Castiel said. Dean was a solid weight against Castiel’s back, almost right where his wings used to be. Castiel suppressed a smile when another tentacle curled around his chin, poking at his ear. “Shotgun doesn’t get a say, Dean. I don’t make the rules.”

“Blargh,” Dean protested, petulantly winding a tentacle through Castiel’s hair. Castiel did not arc into the touch.

garrisonbabe:

Cas being the older twin and calling Jimmy at two in the morning and saying, “when I was your age,” and describing how he jacked off five minutes before calling.

snowprincecas:

dean and cas helping sam with research at the library until cas mumbles that he thinks he left one of the journals in the car

dean fidgeting in his seat before murmuring that he should probably go help cas find that journal

dean and cas making out like teenagers and grinding against each other in the backseat of the impala because they’re just that desperate

sam sitting in the library like (¬_¬”) because ‘do they really think he’s that stupid?’

writercas:

bUT GUYS. 

I WAS READING A DESTIEL FANFIC DURING SCHOOL ON MY PHONE ON GOOGLE CHROME APP AND I SAW THIS 

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aND I WAS LIKE “wTF?” but i didnt click it until i got home aND I JUST CLICKED IT AND

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wHY CHROME WHY

astrasperas:

A DeanCas Amelie!AU where Cas is a sheltered little thing who finds happiness in playing Sorry! with cafe regulars, caring for the bee hive that has settled in the tree in his backyard, and listening to his heart beat with a stethoscope his dad gave him when he was a kid.

One day a man with hunched shoulders enters the cafe as Cas listens leisurely to his own heartbeat and hears LUB DUB LUB DUB LUB DUBLUBDUBLUBDUB like it has never lubdubbed before and considers the idea that maybe his dad was right about the supraventricular tachycardia he’d always suspected Castiel to have.

Silly, you may just like him, Jo says from behind the counter as she wiped away with her dishcloth and coffee mugs. Talk to him, Ash winks, and so Cas does, but he figures he’s gonna do it his own way. (LUBDUBLUBDUBLUBDUB—)

Dean Winchester’s day has been horrible—his Chevy Impala towed, the T5-T7 of his spine aching because of hard labor, and his brother was just too busy to talk these days. He may or may not have 32 freckles on his face but that’s for Castiel to know in the far future and speaking of Castiel—

Dean Winchester reads the word ‘Sorry!’ on the surface of the box being slid down the middle of his table. He looks up and sees blue, really arresting blue, the type of blue on gemstones and stuff and then he hears words. 

"I only play with regulars." Blue says.

Dean opens his mouth, but it takes a couple of seconds for words to come out. “I’m not a regular.” he says apologetically, almost.

Blue’s already setting up the game board. “Then come here more often.”

And then there’s a smile.

Dean chuckles under his breath. “I’m Dean.”

"Cas."

They shake hands.

(LUBDUBLUBDUBLUBDUBLUBDUB.)

robotmango:

magician au where dean is a former street magician who now gets locked into shark tanks and shit, and castiel is a gentle goofball of a magician who does family friendly shows. and dean does nothing but talk shit about castiel until he meets him and castiel pulls flowers out of his sleeve with the fucking seriousness of a nuclear submarine technician and hands them over and dean’s whole heart is like, oh shit, oh shit oh shit i’m in love with this fucking birthday party clown and castiel is like “i’m not a clown you jackass” and everything is rabbits in hats and backstage makeouts with trick handcuffs and dean allowing himself to be sawn in half as an apology for the clown thing

-wondersmith:

the image of hs!au cas pulling a million strings and begging his influential dad to help him get dean tickets to a concert that is totally sold out is so cute to me okay

dean has been moping because he couldn’t get any and like three hours before the show starts cas shows up at his door looking all distressed and telling him to hurry up and get dressed

and then dean kisses him before the first song even starts and cas can’t concentrate on anything else after that

novachester:

man i want nothing more than for cas to have this revelation that there’s a lot of stuff he loves, and he really enjoys expressing that love. he’d try new foods and say “oh, i love this” and he would see a painting at a thrift store he really liked and he would buy it after breathlessly murmuring “i love this”

he’d grow a garden and talk to it and say to dean one day “i love my flowers” and dean would laugh a little at him like “yeah ok cas i’m sure they love you too”

and cas would get this bug-eyed look, staring at dean, watching the way his lips shape the words love you too and then the realization would strike him very suddenly and he’d say “and i love you, dean.”

and dean would choke on his coffee

Freckles & Tie Dude

hyenachildren:

Castiel is never catching the 8:17 train ever again.

On most days, he can catch the 7:57 and, while it’s still a pretty packed train, he’s usually able to find a seat after a couple stops and relax for fifteen minutes before a long day of work. But lately, he’s been spending so many late nights at the office that getting out of bed has become equivalent to getting a root canal.

So, Castiel has been taking the 8:17 train lately. And the 8:17 train is a mess.

Castiel squeezes onto the train, just barely making it as the doors shut behind him. He’s wedged between an elderly woman with an umbrella that’s poking him in the thigh (it’s barely drizzling out, but all right) and a young kid who’s listening to his music so loudly that Castiel can practically sing along.

After a few stops, with people getting on and off, Castiel is shuffled more to the middle of the train, and he finds himself pressed up very close to a tall, solid man with green eyes and, heaven help him, freckles.

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dumplingdean:

imagine cas moving into the apartment next to dean’s tho.

and cas is all sweet and shy with his dark hair and his blue eyes.

and dean quickly develops a crush on his cute, quirky neighbor.

the only thing is…every night dean hears the clear sound of a bed frame slamming against the wall. along with what sounds like some serious moaning so he just assumes that cas is already taken and he does his best to move on.  

until one day they end up chatting in the elevator and dean of course jokes about all the noise he hears coming from cas’ apartment.  

and then cas looks at him and tells him that he’s very single and that dean should come over some time.

eventually, dean makes it over to cas’ apartment and is impressed with his place, as well as his extensive collection of dildos.

and when they finally kiss, cas shyly squeezes dean’s rock hard cock through his jeans and whispers that tonight he wants the real thing.

robotmango:

episode sixteen and a half: sam and dean go back to the bunker, only to find strange cars parked out front. they go in cautiously guns drawn and find a banner in enochian strung over the hallway. “abaddon’s been here, too. she’s taunting us,” dean hisses. he rips the banner down and they go into the library. castiel is sitting at a table looking totally fucking exhausted with seven excited angels all around him. the angels stare at the crumpled banner in dean’s hands, which apparently translates to “hello we are new here.” the angels have baked a friendship cake. sam graciously allows the angels to cut him a slice. the cake sucks. “they tried,” says castiel. castiel puts his face in his hands.