Okay, doesn’t dan look like a young CROWLEY?
HOLY SHIT WHAT
THERE IS NO WAY THAT YOU CAN LOOK AT SOMEONES MOUTH LIKE THAT AND BE STRAIGHT
DEAN WHO ARE YOU KIDDING
Sudden urge to draw a HSAU Cheerleader!Dean
I REALLY LIKE THIS URBAN LEGEND BEHIND THE WORD, "FUCK"
THAT SAID THAT IN THE MIDDLE AGES, DURING THE BLACK DEATH, RESOURCES WERE SCARCE SO COUPLES HAD TO OBTAIN ROYAL PERMISSION TO HAVE CHILDREN
SO THEY HAD TO PUT UP A SIGN ON THEIR HOUSE (VISIBLE ON THE ROAD) THAT SAID,
“FORNICATION UNDER CONSENT of KING”
AND THEIR ENTIRE STREET WOULD KNOW THEY’RE FUCKING
Poor Hufflepuff. Everyone who wasn’t cunning, intelligent, or brave got sent to Hufflepuff
Ding-dong, you are wrong.
Everyone who had immense amounts of courage but, when given the choice, would decide that fighting is not as important as staying put to care for the people a war leaves in its wake ended up in Hufflepuff.
Everyone who was extremely intelligent but simply considered it a much more defining characteristic to be loyal and faithful to people they love, rather than taking pride in their intelligence*, ended up in Hufflepuff.
Everyone who wanted to do something important and had enough cunning to manipulate others and wind their way to the top, but never would because they considered it more important to be honest and earn their success fairly and through hard work ended up in Hufflepuff
Everyone who was brave, and smart, and cunning, but did not consider those traits to be the most important and defining aspects of their personality ended up in Hufflepuff.
Helga Hufflepuff made a conscious decision to accept only those students who were honest and loyal and true enough to themselves to say “No. Courage and intelligence and cunning are all valuable traits, but I will not define myself by them because I believe there are things more important than that.”
We are not your fucking leftovers.
The fantastic art and this AU were created by the lovely Chelsey.
“So…” Castiel muttered, staring across his Starbucks cup and the two feet of table that stretched between him and Dean Winchester. He still couldn’t believe he was sitting with Dean…
Sudden urge to draw a HSAU Cheerleader!Dean
“Go Angels! Go!”
“That cheerleader is back. I thought the others had scared him off,” Balthazar muttered under his breath, staring at Dean Winchester, one of only three males on Lawrence High’s Cheerleading Squad.
“The others are just being jerks. I think it’s wonderful that he returned.” Cas allowed a small smile to come to his face, eyes trailing back to where Dean was practicing. He’d always admired Dean’s enthusiasm, but had never been able to put down exactly why. All the girls, Anna, Hester, Rachel, were equally enthusiastic. But it always Dean who drew his attention.
“Oh, look who’s back,” Raphael observed as he emerged from the locker room. He held his helmet under his arm, eyes locking on the lone male at the day’s practice. “I thought we’d sent the message. It appears not.” Cas felt his hands clench into fists, his jaw clenching.
“You can’t just do that to him, Raphael!” Castiel shouted, glaring. He didn’t care that the others were listening. He’d made his point so many times, that they all knew it. “You’re being immature and prejudiced. Let go of it.”
“Calm down, Cassy,” Balthazar lightly intoned, though his eyes slid warningly to Raphael.
Dean Winchester had been a popular topic in the Angel locker room. Most of the guys didn’t care. But there were those like Raphael and Zachariah who thought that Dean Winchester was just the bane of everyone’s existence.
But Dean was more than that with his long lashes, full lips, beautiful green eyes, quick wit, cocky personality, fierce protective streak, and his general kindness. He was everything. It was no wonder that Cas had fallen head over heels for him.
“He’s a fag. He shouldn’t-“
Raphael couldn’t finish the sentence before Cas’s fist connected with his jaw. “Take that back!”
“What the hell was that for?!” Shouting, Raphael gripping at his jaw. Balthazar was just standing there, but he made no attempt to stop the altercation. Instead, he stepped backwards a bit, offering up room for the boys.
“Be careful, Cassy. Michael will be here soon,” he reminded, watching for their coach.
“You take that back. Dean Winchester is not a fag!” Cas didn’t notice the field go quiet, too intent on trying to control his anger. Though admittedly, Raphael had a couple inches and several pounds on him. Cas knew that in the event of a real fight, he’d lose. But hell was he not sticking up for Dean on this one.
“What the hell, Castiel?! Why are you defending him?! You love him or something?” Castiel didn’t say a word, just glaring back at Raphael. “Oh my God! You are! You’re a fag just like him!”
“I wouldn’t say another word, Raphael.” Balthazar smiled from Cas’s side, but his were already in fists. “Continue and you’ll find yourself with another bruise on that ugly face of yours.”
“Don’t you dare insult, Cas!” Cas looked left, surprised to find Dean Winchester at his side. “You can insult me all you want! But you talk shit about Cas and I will end you.” Dean’s voice lowered, but the increasing glare in his eyes testified to his growing anger.
“You’re just as bad as him! You’re all-“
“They’re all what, Raphael?” Raphael froze as he heard their coach’s voice come from behind him. Michael. “I suggest you get off my field right now.”
“Now.” Raphael shot a quick glare before he turned back towards the locker rooms. “You tell me if he’s ever a problem.”
“Yes, Coach.” Cas and Balthazar nodded, turning as Michael walked towards the locker room.
“Cas.” Cas looked up as Dean stood in front of him.
“I’ll give you two lovebirds your space,” Balthazar joked, following Michael towards the locker room, probably to watch Raphael get verbally ripped to shreds in front of the team.
“Thank you for standing up for me. You didn’t have to do that. You’re gonna be in huge trouble with your team now and I’m really not worth it.” Dean rubbed the back of his neck, shame-faced and embarrassed. He’d immediately averted his eyes, looking away.
“Yes, you are. Don’t ever believe otherwise.” Dean looked back, surprised. “Want to go to Starbucks with me after practice?” Cas ventured, feeling his face heat up with blush.
“Yeah. Sounds like a date.”