First, go grab some headphones. The best ones you’ve got. If the best ones you’ve got are these suckers (or something similar), you should really go buy new ones, but use the best you’ve got for right now.
Take a break from whatever you’re doing for 2 minutes and listen, but just listen to the whole thing, even if you have to multi-task.
Jared is a stripper in Jensen’s friend bachelor party and seduces him in a room full of guys and fucks Jensen right here!! It is basically just porn and I wish it was a little longer and it could be even more graphic LOL but WUT it is fucking HOT!!
Dean wakes up at quarter past six in the evening and immediately regrets it. Every inch of him is sore, his hips in particular, and just lifting a hand to rub away the crust on his eyes is a painful process. He lets out several groans before dropping it back by his side and…
The drumming never stops. Even when his grace is small and faded it is an unbearable hum. A steady beat that presses in the corners of his mind, a sick reminder of what he used to be. It mocks him. Spits at how far he has fallen. Laughs at how the pieces of rotten grace eat…
He’s hurt and bleeding, but he’s alive. And somehow he knows he’s the only one. He can feel it. Dean is gone. Dead like the others, like the world. It’s been a long time since Castiel could feel anything besides the numbness, but his entire body vibrates with the loss. It…
Finding a moment for themselves is nearly impossible in this world of death and mayhem, where the Earth is ruled by demons and a devil wearing Dean’s brother like a well-fitting glove. There’s too much at stake and too little time and Dean is filled with too much anger and Cas…
Dean moves into their small one bedroom apartment. His body ached so completely, his shirt clung to his sweatsoaked back. He had recently taken on a road construction job that took place on a nearby highway. The pay he was getting from the garage hasn’t been enough lately and Cas’ waiter gig at the downtown diner was barely enough to pay for the rent, let alone food and other necessities.
The old digital clock Sam gave them when they first moved in glowed 3:59 AM in the cluttered kitchenette. The remnants of an instant noodle dinner are sitting in the sink and an empty mug of tea rests on the counter. Dean pads quietly across the small room, shucking off his shoes and pulling off his shirt. His eyes are tired and bleary, rendering everything in soft edges.
The door squeaks as he opens it. The sound is just a quiet whine, like a mouse skittering in the depth of the dark. Cas is asleep, his back leaning against the wall. He is wearing Dean’s faded AC/DC shit, hair mussed and reading glasses askew. The mattress lying on the floor is a poor excuse for a bed, poorer now that Cas’ papers are strewn about. Wrinkled books with dog-eared pages, all immensely loved, are stacked near. A large art history book is opened in Cas’ lap, a highlighter hanging loosely in his hand.
Dean smiles fondly. He moves silently as the world hushes for them. He clears the papers, setting them neatly aside before taking the book and highlighter from Cas.
Cas stirs, head turning but eyes remaining closed, his voice drowned out in the silence. “Dean?” His hand reaches out for the book. “The final is tomorrow.”
Dean chuckles, short and deep before hushing him. He gently takes the glasses off, his lips brushing his forehead. “I think you’ve studied enough, you nerd.”
Cas reaches out again, only this time he reaches for Dean. Cas fits himself against him, cheek pressing against chest, ear against a heartbeat. Dean wraps an arm about him as he watches Cas’ breath even out again. He finds some sort of poetry in the way Cas’ black eyelashes splay against cheeks, the way his hair sticks up in uneven ways, the cracks on his chapped lips, the line of his nose. Dean lulls himself to sleep like this, chest aching softly from affection.
“I love you.” It is a whisper, a tiny declaration against his skin.
He presses a kiss against dark hair. “Yeah. I love you too.”
Jensen: “I couldn’t see you for a while. I got a little nervous.” Misha: “That was hard.” Jensen: “It was.” Misha: “It was like being in the water without a life jacket. Scary.” Jared: “What is?” Misha: “Just not…
Sam exhaled a sharp gust of air. “You’re an asshole, you know that? An ungrateful, stupid asshole—that was our only friend you just told off! I don’t know how you remember it, but he helped us these past few days. Just like he always helps us. You know, I really don’t get this sense of…