Kicked out of the Bunker, Cas left to live his human life on his own. A few weeks later, he and Dean meet again to solve a case together and Dean can barely believe his eyes.
Cas in a black, leather jacket, riding a motorcycle - that’s a thing Dean’s never expected to see, but he’s surely not gonna complain.
“I want to live.”
For what? his brain asks him, riddled with bitterness.
But the answer is already sliding the blade across the floor to him.
Of the twenty-seven fics I read and stuck in my drafts folder today, 20 are for PFFR.
Fuck yeah snow days.
You know what this means—time to head back to the wincest tag. It’s my goal to make it to the beginning of November…
Just to be clear, I do often use “dude” as a “gender-neutral” term, especially when I’m excited, but if that ever makes you uncomfortable or you feel I’m not respecting your gender, you can tell me to stop because me getting to use a certain word is not even close to being as important as you being comfortable around me, okay?
This is a good attitude to have about the word “dude”
And bro. And sweetie. Sweetheart. Darling. Precious. Buttercup.