Sastiel - Blog Posts
hey i’m much more of a destiel shipper but i’m asking this out of pure curiosity
is the sam/cas ship name sass
i know it’s like sastiel or whatever but like
can it be sass
please
thanks yall
Wip cause im to lazy to fix it atm..
This is kinda old
Jack: Why did you kill that fly?
Dean: It was annoying me.
Jack: So we can kill things that annoy us?
Dean: Yes. Obviously.
Jack: Is that why monsters try to kill you?
Dean: Oh, you-
Sam: Better watch what you say, Dean.
Dean: Or what?
Castiel: Or you will look like that fly.
Dean: I'm just going to walk away.
Sam: Good idea.
Drawing sastiel poorly bc why not?
Shaking them as we speak
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.
Yessirrrr
I'm curious, reblog if your OTP is gay.
Like if it isn’t
Dean is the definition of bullying your crush because you don’t know how to tell them how you feel
Sam is the little sibling in love with his brother’s best friend, but knows his brother’s best friend is in love with his brother, so he can’t say anything
i love how every time sam and cas are alone in the bunker, they do dangerous experiments on sam’s body that leaves (or would leave, in the case of the gadreel grace extraction) sam dying. you’d think dean would be part of the chaos duo but no it’s cas and sam
Sam thought long and hard about Sastiel and you can never take that away from me
Sam, walking into the kitchen: Is something burning?
Castiel: Just my desire for you.
Sam: Cas, the toaster is on fire.
castiel : *a multi-dimensional wavelength of celestial intent that is practically immortal*
sam : *a mortal hunter*
also sam : *moves in front of castiel at any sign of danger*