
dean draper.
dean | 28 | male | he/him | scorpio
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that’s right, they’re back. this time, with less arguments, but still the same level of ‘done with this’. at least this time, however, they actually manage to get through the questions without one of them leaving.
thanks to everyone who asked questions!!
this is ridiculous. this whole thing is ridiculous.
trust me, this hurt me as much to edit, as it’s going to hurt you watching it.
there once was an angel named cas.
- tagged as
- #destiel
- #destiel for ts
- #dubsmash

Okay, I may have changed a couple of things, but I essentially stuck to the main plot. Ssh. Just look at the fluff.
NOW ON AO3.
“Dr. Novak, the patient in room seven is being uncooperative.”
“…Uncooperative?” Castiel’s mind immediately summons up images of nurses being attacked; meds being refused; other situations of general fuckery that are definitely not welcome in a hospital, and definitely not wanted on his shift, thank you very much.
“He’s built a pillow fort.”
Oh.
This is not the general fuckery that he’d been expecting.
send me prompts for ficlets to write.
now on ao3!
Oh God.
Oh no.
This is embarrassing as fuck.
Not for him, of course, because he’s not the one who fell asleep on the bus.
i’m destiel trash. i don’t know why i made this, really, other than to hurt people’s feelings.
ugh i’m just having feelings about destiel, and space, and i just had to write this. i don’t even know. it’s been a long time since i’ve written anything.
i may possibly put it up on ao3 at some point, if people want to wait and read it there. idk, we’ll see, here just take it.it’s on ao3 now too!
To Castiel, Dean Winchester is a universe.
It’s not a thing that the angel would ever let Dean hear him say, but the comparison is always there at the forefront of his mind, and it’s only become truer the longer that he’s known Dean.
i’ve read some seriously great fics over the years. i think i’ve got over 100 on my fic rec tumblr. the links for those are below:
i don’t know if you want something happy and schmoopy, or something angsty as fuck, so just take a look through, and i really hope you find something.
oh, and my askbox is always open if you need someone to talk to. i don’t care what time of day it is, or what the issue is, i’m always available for a chat, or even just for a shoulder to cry on, or someone to to rant to.
always.


