Gay Little Monkey

well, you can't make old friends

supernatural got me looking for misha collins's name in the opening credits like a starved man

Uhhhhhhh

they hate when you serve cant sleep at the sleepover

— You will be death of me...

— I won't let you bury it.

oh bartender! one Stanford era Sam winchester night of self discovery please !!! and yeah sure make it unrecognizable as spn fanart thank you

nicknames from friends aka most revolutionary concept to have ever hit planet earth. you mean i get called a special little name by and from my beloved friend?? just 4 me??? from them?? a gift??? a reference?? a testament to our time spent together??? and to top it all off... i also have one for THEM !!

Keep it Down- Day 7

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

Castiel sits with the Winchesters and listens intently to the plan they are pitching. It’s not the best way to prevent a seal from opening, but strictly speaking, Castiel really isn’t supposed to be influencing their decisions so much as observing them. He attempts to concentrate on Dean’s words, but the overwhelming thud, thud, thud of Sam’s heartbeat is driving him to distraction.

This has been a frequent recurrence since the angel revealed himself to Sam and joined their hunting activities. Sam, it seems, can never quite look Castiel in the eye, but the second he realizes Castiel is there, his spine straightens and his heartbeat quickens inexplicably. So far, Castiel has been ignoring it, but he cannot any longer.

Tracking mortal vital signs comes as easy as breathing, but he’s never been so disturbed by them before. However, his concentration is shot and just as he was refocusing something changed and Sam’s heart picked up even faster. Castiel looks back towards Sam and catches his gaze just as he yanks his eyes away from Castiel’s mouth. Sam immediately averts his eyes, but the flush invading his face and the wild heartbeat give him away.

Castiel feels strangely frustrated by the event – and even more irritated to find that he quite likes the way the flush lights up Sam’s face. The frustration bursts forth with a blunt proclamation. “Your heartbeat is too loud, Sam. Please calm down,” he tries to gentle the command, but the new sensations have him rattled. Counter to his objective, Sam’s heart gains speed and becomes even more erratic. Worse still, the flush has worked its way to Sam’s ears. Castiel is doomed.