I cannot believe that the first 5 episodes of S13 was swamped with Dean’s grief over Cas and the season ended with a shot of Cas’ grief over Dean and S14 is probably going to mirror those first 5 episodes. I canNOT beLIEVE.
this is so sad alexa play nothing’s gonna stop us now
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starship? Oh my god Dean would hate it. 😛
Castiel loves it and Dean suffers 😀
That’s so sad. Alexa, play “Don’t Stop Believing.”
So, what if Dean and Castiel were both tenured professors. Castiel is a literature professor with a concentration in mythology and stuff like that. Dean is a science professor, probably earth sciences with maybe a smattering of chemistry.
They’ve been living together for some time, and they’re both passionate about their respective disciplines. They can talk for hours about stories, famous myths, recent scientific discoveries, so-and-so science rock star publishing something groundbreaking. And they realize that there’s a lot of historical overlap between their studies.
And then, they are both teaching over the summer semester. Probably a Saturday class that only meets once a week, so it’s 2-3 hours long. And it’s not fun to sit around for that length of time.
It’s a gorgeous day, the heat’s broken, so they both separately decide to host the day’s glass outside.
Castiel leads his class into the green only to find that Dean’s already out there with his in the best shady parts.
He only intends to say hello and move on, but Dean’s talking about earth science and gold, and Castiel can’t help himself. He mentions how their class is reading a lot of myths and legends about alchemy, and how gold crosses disciplines a lot, but is so important to so many studies. Dean jumps in and says that of course, alchemy is fascinating in how it took what little parts of science were understood then and filled in the gaps with magic.
Castiel excitedly mentions several famous alchemists and expounds on all the myths as well as scientific papers that came from the practice.
The students all sit together in a mixed group and ask dozens of questions and take notes and share cross-discipline knowledge, and three hours passes in the blink of an eye.
Later, a group of them petitions the university for more tag team summer courses. Dean and Castiel’s always fills up faster than anyone’s, but there are so many more. Charlie and Rowena team up for a comp-sci/art course, Gabriel and Balthazar with improv/film studies, Sam and Eileen with law/secondary special education.
We need to vote people out of office who would deny loving families to adopt kids in need.
Vote
^ THIS
This is why voting in these elections is just as if not MORE important than voting in presidential elections
Donald Trump is indeed one of the single worst pieces of shit to ever have mistakenly not been aborted
But it’s the rest of the Republican party responsible for this homophobic shitshow right here
The Republican party as a whole is the problem
Not just the tangerine dipshit currently in charge
It’s Republicans in the House and in the senate who are coming up with these horseshit laws and voting to get them passed
We need a democrat majority in the house and in the senate or at the very least a greatly diminished Republican majority to make it harder if not impossible altogether for these dog-fuckers to pass these bigoted laws
GET OUT AND VOTE DEMOCRAT IN EVERY ELECTION YOUR ABLE TO VOTE IN
Every one
However big
However small
We don’t have to wait until 2020 to destroy the grip th Republican FILTH have on power in America
If voters can vote out as many Republican scumbags as possible it will be impossible for the Republican party to pass bullshit like this even with a Republican president in the white house
What the fuck, Georgia?
Not remotely surprised to see this kind of bigoted garbage happening in Georgia sadly 😦
Being a Georgia resident who works in government, I’ll tell you what the fuck is happening: all the liberal Millennials (like me) and younger who should be voting, are not. Lots of younger people still think that withholding their vote in protest, is a good thing. You know what that kind of protest is? Fucking worthless. It makes you invisible. You know who thinks you did right? No one. You’re exactly part of the problem by allowing these entrenched Republican shitstains to keep their posts.
Even in Georgia, especially in Atlanta, we could oust the Republicans if we voted in greater numbers. Millennials alone outnumber Boomers. We can change the whole fucking country, but we’ve wrongfully thought that abstinence is acceptable. It only makes a difference to you. If you don’t vote, you don’t count, and no one gives a shit what your opinions are. Do your civic duty. Vote. It’s the only way to stop this shit from happening.
Prompt Update
Hey y’all! Just an update to say if you haven’t seen your prompt fill yet, it IS on the way, but I’ve had to slow down writing because real life. I intend to do all of them in order received, but they’re delayed. Didn’t want any of you fine friends of mine to think I’m ignoring them. I’ve got 6 more waiting and I’ll make a post when they’re done so you know if Tumblr ate your ask or something.
Castiel Novak blinks at his computer screen in utter disbelief. It can’t be. No. NO! Dean Winchester’s acoustic Christmas concert is sold out. But it can’t be sold out! It’s the only public event that Castiel has ever wanted to attend in his life. 150 people, intimate historic club in downtown, a meet and greet afterwards, Dean Winchester unplugged. This is a man who sells out arenas. This show is the experience of a lifetime.
And Castiel hadn’t been able to use his considerable contacts to secure a single ticket on the sly. So he’d done the normal thing and stayed up all night in order to refresh the ticket site incessantly until they went on sale. How had his internet been slower than 150 other people? That can’t be possible!
He bangs his head down onto the table, only raising hit when his computer chimes with a new email. Heartbroken, Castiel lifts his head until his chin is resting on the polished wood, and he lethargically touches the screen. Ah. An invitation to the Mayor’s Christmas ball. Bemused, Castiel touches the RSVP button without thought. It still amazes him that he’s considered a local legend. He hadn’t done much besides being a huge nerd. And a pretty big activist for LGBTQ+ rights. And now that there’s a liberal mayor, he’s got press, too.
In fact, while some people thrive on the fame, Castiel just feels vaguely nauseous being the center of attention. But he can use fame to better his small part of the world, so he does.
At any rate, back to his depression at not being able to attend Dean’s concert.
In fact, the disappointment follows him for the next few weeks, which he hates, but feels is justified. He wants to get into the Christmas spirit, but he’s going through the motions. He can’t even muster up cheer for the party, which, despite the crowds, he does love. He can talk to influential people about his projects, and the New Year usually brings a lot of donations from them.
Gloomy, Castiel puts on his best suit for the occasion; a dark blue tailored suit and crisp white shirt. Maybe he’ll find someone to dance the night away with and forget some of his woes.
The city’s art museum is decked out to the nines in preparation for the ball. It’s been in full swing for about an hour when Castiel arrives to rub elbows with the wealthy and influential. He’s not particularly wealthy himself, but within minutes, has found himself surrounded by a substantial group of well-dressed dignitaries and city royalty, all shaking his hand and hanging on his every, quiet word about is plans for youth programs in the coming year. At least here he’s in his element.
But then dinner is being served and people begin to move in pairs with the plus one’s to the dining room. Depression starting to creep back at being by himself again, Castiel starts to follow. Until there’s a tap and a small, “excuse me?” from behind.
Castiel turns with a polite smile that freezes on his face completely.
Dean Winchester.
“Hi,” Dean says.
To him. To Castiel. Suddenly, he feels his face burning, he’s so unworthy. His heart slams in his chest. Dean Winchester is a god. And up close, he’s the most beautiful person Castiel has ever laid eyes on. He fills a room with his presence just walking into it, and now here’s saying hi. To Castiel. “You’re Dean Winchester,” he gasps. All his dreams have now come true. Dean had said hi to him. Dean is here. Dean is talking to him.
Then it starts to dawn on him that something is completely out of place. Dean is shifting from foot to foot. Rubbing the back of his neck. If Castiel didn’t know any better, he’d think the superstar who commands an audience of thousands is… profoundly embarrassed.
Dean holds out his gorgeous hand. “Yeah. And you’re Castiel Novak. I’m… uh…” he huffs a small laugh. “Man, I’m your biggest fan.”
This can’t be happening. Numbly, Castiel shakes Dean’s hand. It’s like having an out of body experience. “That should be my line,” he says weakly. “I’ve been depressed for weeks that I didn’t get a ticket to your show. I’ve been your fan since you first played the Majestic five years ago. You had a homemade CD, and I bought it. You autographed it for me.” He needs to stop babbling.
That seems to startle Dean something awful. His eyes pop wide and his face goes beet red. “That was my first show,” he mumbles, eyes on the ground. “You were there? Castiel Novak? No way. All the stuff you’ve done for the city. My, uh… my little brother… he and I kinda… well, he’s ace, and your programs helped him discover that, and then he helped me come out, so… uh… I mean, I just sing and play the guitar. You save the world. I should have your autograph.”
Slowly, Castiel’s smile starts to bloom. He reaches out and touches Dean’s arm until the man’s wide eyes meet his. This might be a dream. And if it is, there’s no reason for Castiel to act a fool. It’s much easier to pretend he’s having the best dream ever. It helps so much, he says, “I didn’t bring a plus one. Would you like to sit with me for dinner? We can see who can out-praise the other for the next hour.”
Dean’s startled laugh is as warm and melodious as his singing and speaking voice. Naturally it is. “You know what? I’d love to.”
He holds his arm out, elbow crooked, and Castiel loops them together. And the two city legends enter the dining hall to the stares of everyone arm in arm.
@everyone who reads a multichapter fic and comments on each individual chapter (rather than commenting just once at the end) so the author can see you read through to individual events with changing thoughts and reactions: i would kill a man for you.
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