i will not forget hes a leo he loves lying he loves creating drama for no reason repeat after me i will not forget hes a leo he loves lying he loves creating drama for no reason
it’s really the way spnblr was 100% convinced that castiel was supposed to be in the finale but now that misha collins said it.. i mean?? the girls are not so sure anymore
by the way i think the spactors (supernatural actors) have a schedule for when to just casually drop pieces of information and pull stupid stunts to keep people thinking about the show because that was part of the faustian deal they all made in order to make the series so popular. they have to coordinate calendars. “on wednesday misha will accidentally-on-purpose on-purpose-accidentally out himself. on friday he will take it back. this will carry us through to june, at which point we will dangle a little gay carrot in the form of belated confirmation of a certain relationship (do NOT say it out loud) just in time for Pride. in july we make the annual blood sacrifice” etc etc
misha at soupernaural cons in 40 years like “um did you know that castiel was supposed to walk into the roadhouse smite john yell gay rights and dip dean into a 24 min kiss WITH tongue?”
Castiel barely manages to kick the door to their room shut, hand pushing at Dean’s flannel as the hunter tugs at Cas’s trenchcoat. With their jackets on the floor, Dean makes for the angel’s shirt, humming as the other pushes his chest into his hands. “Impatient,” he smirks, hastily lifting his arms in an attempt to help Cas take off his own shirt.
They’re on each other immediately after, both working on Castiel’s buttons until finally Dean has undone the last one and Cas is pulling at his tie and his shirt and suit jacket are sliding off his shoulder but—
“Uh. Cas?”
“Mm.” The angel leans in for another kiss, brows meeting when he’s met with Dean’s cheek instead of his mouth.
Latex. Why is he touching latex.
“What…?”
What the fuck’re you wearing?
“Oh,” Castiel says proudly, stepping away and pushing down his pants to reveal more latex. “Do you like it?” The angel moves his leg like he’s modelling for some BDSM catalogue in the 70s. “It’s my all weather latex disco suit.”
“All weather…?” Dean trails of faintly, halfheartedly meeting Cas’s attempts at kissing. When it becomes clear the hunter is not responsive, Castiel pulls away with a frown.
“Dean?”
But Dean is thoroughly bamboozled.
“You don’t like it,” Cas mutters. He’s clearly uncomfortable in the wake of Dean’s speechlessness, and bites his lip, awkwardly running his hands over his own sides. “I, um. I was under the impression that tight is good.”
“It is!” Dean insists, putting his own hands on the angel’s hips. “I just wasn’t expecting it.” He slides his palms back to rest on Castiel’s ass. “But I like it. Seriously. It’s good, Cas.”
Cas smiles.
“Real sexy,” the hunter adds, grinning himself when his angel friggin’ beams. So what if Cas is like the dorkiest dork to ever dork? So what if his idea of sexy is black latex under his suit? He’s sweet and endearing and he freaking wore latex under his suit as a sexy surprise.
“So, uh, you gonna kiss me or what? ‘Cause I’m gettin’ impa—mmph!”
Cas practically devours him, hands tugging at Dean’s lighter hair before wrapping around his legs and sweeping him off his feet. The hunter’s legs wrap around his waist as the angel walks them over to the bed, confident and rough in a way he’s never really been, before.
Dean hums. Maybe this latex suit thing is not so bad, after all.
