while i can’t in good conscience recommend it watching spn does in fact unlock both the biggest part of the map on ao3 and the funniest part of the map on tumblr
Imagine your experience at the bakery... but destiel. One of them is the cop and the other is the owner of the bakery. The bakery owner kinda falls in love with the cop since he's so sweet 😁
Of course Dean noticed him before, the
handsome cop with the piercing blue eyes, because how could he not?
He tends to visit Dean’s bakery before
starting his shift, always asking for coffee and something sweet with
cinnamon, and right from the very first day he took Dean’s breath
away. His kind smile, his soft laugh, his special way to communicate
with people, constantly making sure to learn everybody’s names, and
the fact that he looks so damned fine in his uniform.
Yes, Dean was a goner from day one.
It’s been absolutely impossible to not
be enthralled by that man.
Castiel, as he introduced himself
right away, after ordering his very first coffee from Dean and
rendering him speechless for ten minutes straight.
Months have passed by now since then
and Dean still has trouble functioning properly around Castiel. More
often than not he makes an utter fool of himself, to the constant
amusement of his employees.
(Dean seriously considers cutting all
their Christmas bonuses if he’d ever hear a stifled laugh behind his
back ever again.)
People repeatedly tell him to grow a
pair, to finally ask the cop out, but Dean chickens out every single
time. He wants to, oh how much he wants to, however, his stupid brain
always finds some flimsy excuses to not go through with it. Stuff
like being way to busy for any kind of relationship, Castiel probably
not being into guys anyway, etc. …
Summary:A hunt gone wrong sees Castiel weakened and desperate to warm up. Thankfully, both Dean and a convenient cabin are nearby. 1.6k
Written for the@writersofdestiel ‘Winter Exchange 2021′, for the wonderful ncdover1285, who sent in a prompt about Castiel suffering from the cold during a hunt.
The clouds roiled, thick and pendulous, darkening the sky as hail began to fall.
Thud! Thwack! The Impala held true to her course as solid chunks of ice began to pepper the windscreen. Dean flicked on the wipers, his eyes only giving a cursory glance to the road ahead as he surveyed the damage.
When he found none, he spared a glance to the passenger seat. “Least we know we’re in the right place for this Bulgarian beer demon, right, buddy?”
Castiel rolled his eyes. “It’s not a beer demon, Dean, it’s an Ala, a demon of bad weather. The plural is Ale, as you can no doubt hear, it’s not pronounced–” he trailed off as Dean smirked and instead craned his neck, turning his attention to the sky. “Never mind. Yes, it appears we’re in the right place. We should make for the eye of the storm.”
