Shipping and Other Slightly Inappropriate Madness

remember that greaser!au that i did??? well i made it better

i guess this also counts as my yearly valentines day picture???? sure

Submission by totallyawesometeen

He Likes Boys - JohnLock

Okay. I found my new favorite song. Bye-Bye, Bitch by Meredith Brooks this is my new love: He Likes Boys by Simone Battle.

 #ON POINT # FOR A MAN OF SCIENCE SHERLOCK SURE SEEMS TO ONLY HAVE CHEMISTRY WITH ONE MAN # COUGH JOHN COUGH (via eorcanstan)

# MY TAGS??? # ON A POST???? # IM LIVIN THE DREAM # SOMEONE CALL MY MAMA SHE GON BE SO PROUD # AN-ODD-DIVIDE # LOOK I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED (via eorcanstan)

Drag it.

Edit: Whoops, my theme makes the “secret” obvious.  Probably best for themes where the posts have light backgrounds.

*squeak*

"Dean, did you eat the steak I -"  Sam stopped in the doorway, and his face scrunched up.  "What’s that smell?"

"What smell?"

"What smell?"

Dean’s transformation into a Knight of Hell hadn’t made him any better at lying to his brother.

"It smells like dog.  Wet dog."

"Nah, you’re imagining things, Sammy."

"No, I’m -hey!"  Something had shoved at the back of his knee.  Something heavy, and wet. And then there were teeth, worrying at his leg through his jeans, and Sam went into defensive mode, hand dropping to his knife, trying to find whatever it was mouthing at him.

"Sam, no!"  And then Dean was in front of him, alert, his hand reaching down to…pet something?  

"Down boy," Dean said, his voice low and calm, but firm.  "That’s my brother.  Don’t eat him."

Sam reluctantly accepts Dean’s newly acquired demonic pets, torn between fear and fascination.  

The hellhounds— there are multiple, though Dean doesn’t tell him the exact number— are friendly enough.  They seem to understand that he’s a friend and shouldn’t be violently eviscerated and have instead taken to playfully pouncing on him, often leaving Sam sprawled on his back covered in invisible drool.  Dean makes no moves to stop this behaviour; he finds it hilarious. 

After a week of trying and failing to avoid invisible obstacles, Sam finally asks Dean to do something about it.

The next morning Sam spots a spiked dog’s collar floating in mid-air as he tries to leave his room.

On his walk to the kitchen he passes two pairs of (were those his?) socks walking in the opposite direction, and one of his shirts is sitting at the table in front of a plate full of raw meat.  Cas is in the opposite chair staring intently at it.

"Sam, are you aware you have eight hellhound puppies in your bunker?"

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