“When I was in college, I had a blog called Salty Sea Hag, where I did political humor from the point of view of a sea witch living on the bottom of the ocean.“
"You are not safe. No matter how many people are around or how clear the area looks, no matter what anyone says, no matter what you think you are not safe."
Anonymous asked: omg the text post you reblogged just now ‘cas is such a cute flirty drunk imagine him getting tipsy and trying to climb in dean’s lap and kiss him and dean just deals with it and lets him do it because okay maybe he likes it a little’. write something for that just please I will give you my soul!!
Author’s note: Hope you can make do without your soul, dearie. ;)
“Where did Sam go?” Castiel asked, shyly looking up at Dean from under his lashes.
A bright shade of pink made Cas’ cheekbones seem even more prominent, and his blue eyes were all but glowing, standing out in the dimly lit room. Cas didn’t need a lot of alcohol in order to be influenced by it, and it showed.
Dean blinked, momentarily distracted by his tipsy boyfriend’s flustered appearance.
“I- ehm… I don’t know, Cas. He went to get another round, but he probably came across something pretty and blonde and bailed on us.” Dean joked as he glanced around the bar.
He couldn’t see much, seeing as it was pretty crowded and their table was all the way in the back.
“Oh…” Cas said, grinning all of the sudden. “Does this mean that I can show the kind of affection towards you that I’m never allowed to show when we’re in front of your brother?”
Dean nearly coughed up his beer. Right. Whereas regular-Cas at least knew how to be subtle at times, drunk-Cas had no filter whatsoever.
“Cas! We’re in a public place.” Dean reminded him.
“And no one is paying attention to us.” Castiel added right away, seductively winking at Dean.
That stupid wink got Dean every time, and his resolve was already starting to crumble. It didn’t help that a quick room survey confirmed that Cas wasn’t lying; no one was paying them any mind, and their table was pretty secluded.
Today was not a good day. It was supposed to be; they were supposed to clean up some of the random shit in the bunker and then have a movie marathon. That was all forgotten when Cas touched something and turned into a cat. Yep, a cat.
"Um- I guess I better get some cat supplies," Sam offered with a shrug, looking way too freaking calm about this for Dean’s liking.
"Wait-" Dean backtracked, ignoring the fact that a certain blue eyed cat was kneading his chest, "Why am I the one that has to stay behind with freaking Cas the Cat?!"
Cas, I’m sorry. About what? Kicking you out of the bunker. That’s uh- you know, not telling you about Sam. His life was at stake.