He's So Adorable😍

Not everyone is psychic. Reblog to let them know what you want in your stocking this year.

When your crush actually likes you back

This is the Money Litten. Reblog to be blessed by the Money Litten.

Gotta help out a fellow sis(sadly I have not heard of this fic before)

Can you or your readers please help me find a Jensen fic where he and the reader are a couple and at a panel she snaps at a destiel question and leaves him but they get back together when she finds out sge is pregnant and then she helps find out that one of Jared's son has cancer. I think it's called ruined or something but I can't find it anymore. Pretty please I am dying to see if she updated it. P.S I live your work. Soft hair and single is in my heart 😘

i’ve literally never heard of this before (and it doesn’t sound like my kinda thing i’m afraid) but if anyone who sees this knows of it, help a sister out

Omfg I love it

Obviously, I was super bored last night and I very much regret making this

so that means it’s a special day…

it’s Sam’s Birthday!!!

We hope you have time to celebrate in some way…

maybe eat a salad (or cake),

do some research/light reading,

or just have a meditation to promote your positive mental health…

anyway you decide to celebrate,

and have a great day!

Sastiel, so sassy

Sam sleeps past his alarm, but Cas doesn’t wake him because he looks so peaceful and the last hunt was a bitch.

Instead, Cas goes out and finds some of that fancy brand coffee he knows Sam likes (because if he’s gonna put caffeine in his body first thing in the morning, it’s gotta be the good stuff).

Cas wakes him an hour later than he should, carding a hand through his hair to softly rouse him. Sam’s eyes flutter behind closed lids as he wakes, but he keeps them shut, basking in the feeling of Castiel’s fingers lightly scritching at his scalp.

He inhales deeply, a smile spreading on his lips as he finally opens his eyes, pushing himself to a sitting position.

“I overslept,” he comments, and Cas just nods, his hand having dropped from Sam’s hair to his knee. “You brought me coffee,” Sam observes, the rich aroma having been what caused him to open his eyes in the first place, “You didn’t have to.”

Castiel smiles at that, handing over the paper cup. Of course he didn’t have to, but he wanted to. He would always want to do anything he could to put that sleepy, innocent smile on Sam Winchester’s face.

Sam would never understand that, but Cas would never tire of proving it again and again.

Today, though, he settles for a soft kiss as Sam pulls him onto the bed to sit beside him, resting his hand not holding the coffee on Cas’ thigh, his thumb absently running over the strong muscle.

Castiel breathes a contented sigh, smiling a small, private smile as he rests his head on Sam’s shoulder.

If only all mornings could be as perfect as this.