Question-everything-twice - Question Everything And Do It Again

I saw these at dollar tree a while back and I was immediately thinking of Cas shopping with Kelly (before y’know, shit happened-but that doesn't matter in the spn in my head) and she saw the angel ones and was like:

“Oh,We’re so getting those.” Kelly pointed to the rack with cute angel socks that came in a variety of sizes, most notably the tiniest pairs for the celestial being in her growing baby bump. Cas gave a small smile as he took the one with the wings off the rack. “Get another pair of those for you too, Cas.” she teased.

“Alright.” He fondly sighed, he couldn't fully hide the grin on his stubbled face. Having some downtime doing something so simple as shopping was peaceful.

Cas wished he could do this more often, hopefully when other powerful beings weren’t ruffling his feathers and trying to kill the nephilim and Kelly, who was becoming a close friend to him already.

He put two pairs of them in the cart with all the other supplies that they had. Onesies, babypowder,soap and some groceries and a maternity pillow recommended by one of Kelly’s friends. Cas’ blue gaze lingered at the rack for a moment longer and decided to get the one with trucks too. Dean liked cars right? Why not get him some truck socks. And if Dean didn’t like them,well, his loss and the baby’s gain.

A sneak peak at my doodle page

Felt like this should go on tumblr today

Photo creds: Me

Cars(Pixar)

Imagine, Baby the 1967 impala meeting Ramone the 1950’s impala meeting and having a Bobby-Deanish relationship.

Whether its live action or not thats up to you. It could be like the thing where we saw dogs talking in spn but no weird mouth CGI shit. Dean would totally be excited and and gushing about how proud he is, and asking a lot of questions, and he’d for sure be spooked at first. I mean who knows how many hookups the winchesters have had that Baby had to contain? Awkwaaard

Imagine Baby racing Lightning McQueen and WINNING and everyone cheering her on from the sidelines.

Just, chefs kiss.

Me like le slinky it go boing boing caterpillar it go long jump rainbow it go long like kitty tummy it go thwangp when I smack my dad with it

Donald Trump has officially been inaugurated.

Good luck America.

You're going to need it.

In fact, after some of Trump's comments before he came to power, I think we're all going to need it.

I expect to be to be feeling like the gif below every 30 seconds for the next 4 years.

Alright if you see this draw your fave in whatever clothes you’re currently wearing gogogo

Ya’ll, this fanfic is so wholesome and heartwarming- also a quick reminder to those who bind-TAKE IT OFF WHEN YOU NEED TO! I know it sucks but it’s better than hurting your ribs and back! Also do a few stretches and drink some water, Kay?

Hey hey if you’re looking for some quick fluff to write have a Dean x trans male reader where dean finds out the reader was wearing their binder too long and helps the reader out of it before just cuddling and helping the reader feel more comfy

Your request is finally here. I’m so sorry that this took too long to fulfill

Sitting across from Dean, he watches you slip a hand under your hoodie to adjust your binder as it has slipped up. “Have you taken a break?” He asked, getting your attention.

“Yeah, I’ve eaten and whatnot.” You shrug, going back to researching. “You know what I mean, baby.” He leans back in his seat, a frown on his face.

Stopping with the research, you bring your hands into your lap and look down to them. Your fingers begin to fiddle with the bottom of your hoodie.

Without looking up, but hearing his seat scrap against the floor, he walks to you to pick you up and out of your seat.

His hands rest on your butt as your legs are rested around his hips, your arms around his neck and your head rested on his shoulder.

Knowing the corners that Dean turns, you know he’s heading to the bathroom you and him use.

Sitting you down on the closed lid of the toilet, he starts to run the bath, adding bubbles. You smile at that, finding it cute that Dean adds bubbles and nice smelling things to this sort of stuff.

As the tub is filling up, he kneels in front of you to peel your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.

When his hands grab the bottom of your hoodie, you cover them with yours. “Sweetheart, we have to take this off, so we have a nice bath. And without your binder, it’s nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

Taking your hands off his, you let him peel the hoodie off to throw it where your pants are.

Seeing the uncomfortable look on your face, he nudges his nose against yours. “Guess what?” Dean whispers.

“What?” You say in the same way.

“You’re having surgery in a few days.”

In the bottom of his eyes, he sees a smile on your face. He feels your hands grab his to bring them to the bottom of the binder.

Getting it off, Dean quickly takes his clothes off whilst you take your underwear off.

Dean’s the first one in the bath before you get in and lean back against his chest.

After a minute of silence, you ask him a question. “Would you miss me having breasts?”

Dean looks down to watch you play with his fingers as his hands are on your thighs. “No, I won’t. As much as I was a ladies’ man, I’m now a man who is taken by someone who is more handsome than he is, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m glad I found you.” He presses his nose against the side of your neck.

Sitting on the bed, you watch Dean fish out a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies for you to wear.

Kneeling in front of you, he slips the pants on you. When he looks up to see you having an ‘awe’ look on your face, he asks what you’re thinking about.

“How you’re helping me through this and taking care of me, even though you don’t have to, 24/7.”

“Well, I’m not helping you through this and not taking care of you because I have to, I’m doing this because I want to and that I love you too much not to do this.”

Standing up to his feet, he presses a kiss to your chest before slipping on his hoodie on your body. “Now, it’s time for some Dr. Sexy, snacks and cuddles.”