Is He. The Way That He Pushes His Fingers Up, Not Just Pressing Them Against, But Driving His Upper Lip

I dip my Delaware in a nice, toasted glass of milk

hold on a fucking second. delaware is a state?? i thought it was a river? or is the river more important than the state? why don't i know this? (i should mention i don't like in america, i'm just confused)

there is delaware (state) and delaware (river) 

both are equally strange

the state is a tiny little cryptid thing

the rive is a monster that spans new york, pennsylvania, new jersey and delaware. also washington crossed it once and that was like kinda a big deal i guess. like crossing the rubicon in rome.

the state tries to me more important with its “im the first state!!!” bs (seriously its even on the fucking license plates) but we all know. its the river.

Bippity boppity bans

You are now trans

Bippity boppity bay

You are now gay

AU where Mr. D claiming to be Percy’s dad accidentally counts as Claiming according to Greek god law or whatever and now all the other gods legitimacy believe Percy is his son, but if Mr. D corrects it, he has to explain to Zeus why he pretended he was Percy’s dad so now he’s like “YEP ol’ Perry Johansson is MY child wowie just look at the little fry, you have your mother’s eyes. Please stop standing next to water or you will blow my cover”

Meanwhile Poseidon is just standing off to the side like “how on earth did I dodge THAT bullet”

Dean’s lost his wallet. He’s freaking the fuck out. It’s not because he’s gotta worry about his credit cards getting stolen—technically, he stole them first—or the shitty savings cards he stuffed in there since he’s got ten more back home. No, Dean’s freaking out because right in the middle of a heated debate with Cas over noodle shapes, the intercom comes on and an totally oblivious lady’s voice says to the entire freaking store—“Would Dean Winchester come to the front desk please? Figure he might want his wallet and photo of his cute husband back.”

To be fair, the old lady was clearly one of those sweethearts who dote on customers and find anyone of a younger generation to be absolutely adorable and not dealing with delicate issues such as the photo of Cas Dean’s been hiding in his wallet for years.

So naturally, in the midst of total mortification, Dean forgets all about bowtie and elbow noodles and avoids Cas at all costs as he makes a beeline for the front desk, perplexed angel at his heels. His ears are burning, his face is burning, Dean feels like the entire store his watching him as he speed walks as fast as he can without full on sprinting.

“Dean—“ Cas hisses, but because he now thinks he’s in an action movie, Dean makes a wild turn into another lane to skitter out of Cas’ view for a moment. It’s enough time for him to pretend he didn’t hear.

The old lady is smiling when Dean reaches the front desk, Cas following and standing too too close right behind him. Her eyes dart from Dean’s bright red flush to Cas, sparkling in fond amusement.

“Was gonna ask you to describe your hubby in the photo to make sure it’s you, hon.” She chuckles in a Southern drawl. “No need to when he’s right behind yah, hm?”

“There is no one behind—?”Cas began, but Dean cut him out with a strangled sort of noise. The lady chuckles again.

“Here’s your wallet, honey. You two have a good day now.”

“Thanks.” Dean wheezes, stuffing his wallet in his pocket like he could bury the last five minutes six feet under.

Neither of them talk about it until they’re in the car.

“What did that lady mean by the husband in your wallet?”

Dean gulps, eyes fixed on the road as if that would save him embarrassment. It doesn’t.

“It ain’t some random smuck, if that’s what you’re asking.” He grunts. “S’just a photo of you I threw in there.”

Cas was silent for a moment.

“Ah.” He murmurs a moment later. “She assumed we were—“

“Yeah.”

“Why did you put it in there?”

“What?”

“You usually keep photos of your family in your nightstand. Why didn’t you put the one of me there too?”

Dean knew how Cas was looking at this. That because he separated Cas’ photo from the ones of him, Sam, Bobby, and Mom, that it didn’t equate him to family. That Dean didn’t see Cas as family like he did the others. And that just couldn’t slide for him.

“‘Cause I wanted to.” He mumbles, ears burning again. “Got a habit of carryin’ a piece of you ‘round when your gone. Your coat, your ashes, your bloody handprint…” he gulps against a sudden lump in his throat. “Guess I’m waiting for you to leave me again. Or somethin’.” He trails off into silence, avoiding the heavy gaze on him.

“I’m not leaving.” Cas says after a long moment. “Never again, unless you ask it of me.”

“I ain’t gonna do that.”

“Then I’m not going anywhere. There’s no need to carry of piece of me around when I will always be right here.”

Dean swallows again.

“Do you believe me?”

And, just how Cas continuously put his faith in Dean, Dean decides it was time to put his faith in Cas.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Dean still keeps the photo in his wallet, not because he thinks Cas will leave him, but because seeing his angel’s face every time he goes for his stolen credit card or shitty savings coupons makes him smile.

In season 14 episode 10, Nihilism, when Micheal traps Dean in his own mind while possessing Dean, he creates a fake version of Pamela along with a bar in order to keep him there. However, isn't it strange that Pamela is there, and not someone else Dean had a stronger connection to? No. In season 5 episode 16, Dark Side of the Moon (Sam and Dean go to heaven), Dean has a conversation with Pamela that makes him start thinking about saying yes to Michael, even though he doesn't end up doing so in that season.

(PAMELA: Yeah, well, close enough. Look, Dean, I’m happy. I’m at peace.

DEAN: What? Are you trying to sell me a time share? I mean, what’s with the pitch?

PAMELA: (chuckling) I know that Michael wants to take you out for a test drive.

DEAN: (interrupting) Pamela…

PAMELA: Just saying. What happens if you play ball with them? Worst case.

DEAN: A lot of people die.

PAMELA: And then they come here. Is that really so bad? Look. Maybe… you don’t have to fight it so hard. That’s all I’m trying to say.)

Pamela tells him that it wouldn't be so bad if Dean let Michael possess him. I think this is why she is in his mind prison that Michael creates in season 14. She tried to convince Dean to say yes to Michael, and almost did, therefore causing Michael to use her as a trick.

#When You Find Out Your Faves Have Kissed For The First Time

4 for Crowley/Aziraphale?

:D :D :D

4: neck kisses

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He's still giddy with it, all these weeks later. All of it. Earth, safe. Freedom won. Bookshop still standing.

Aziraphale.

Aziraphale, stirring awake beside him of a morning. Aziraphale soft and bleary over his tea as they wake up together. Aziraphale dusting and writing in his diary (there are hearts around every instance of Crowley's name in the recent entries, he's checked) and shooing the occasional customer before they can develop the impression that he actually sells books and peering through the window at Nina and Maggie, finally, tentatively getting their act together. Makes perfect sense, now that they've got a good example to follow.

Aziraphale existing. Just like he always has. Still fluffy-haired and soft and a perfect warm ray of angelic sunshine. In the same space as Crowley. In the same universe. He's so lucky. He's so lucky they're here and he doesn't care what it took to arrive. It was all worth it.

He's on his feet before he really decides to get up, striding across the bookshop, slotting himself seamlessly into Aziraphale's space.

"Crowley?" he asks. But it's not a squeak now, like it would have been once. There's curiosity in the curve of that question, and anticipation, too.

Crowley bends, just a little, and presses a kiss just above his miraculously neat collar.

Aziraphale giggles. Giggles.

He's so good. Everything about him. Crowley loves him so much.

"What was that for?" Aziraphale asks, a blush rising to his cherubic cheeks.

"That was for you," Crowley says, hooking his chin over Aziraphale's shoulder, draping himself over him. "For existing."

"I've existed a very long time," Aziraphale says.

"You have, haven't you?" Crowley smiles, and then turns his head to brush another kiss over Aziraphale's neck. "I'd better start catching up."