~Come and Play~
My name is Trinity and I am a top class shipper, fanfiction author, and artist. (top class can be debated on all those things) I take requests for art and fanfiction involving Supernatural, Doctor Who, some Sherlock, soon to be Merlin, anime and many other things! Feel free to ask me anything you like and I will do my best to answer no matter what it is! If you are easily offended as well, just leave. I reblog EVERYTHING!~ Have fun!
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~Come Inside~


#this is a coffeeshop au screaming to be brought into existence #i don’t care what fandom or what pairing #someone write it #and send it to me

Castiel could easily say that his brothers had finally lost it. It was normal for Gabriel and Balthazar to whistle at attractive men on the street, and then immediately point to Castiel as the source, but never have they taken it this far.
Perpetually socially awkward, Castiel had no idea how to initiate a conversation with someone without scaring them away, so he had built the reputation of being withdrawn. That wasn’t true. Castiel loved being around people, and maybe he, no, he most definitely, not that he’d ever admit it, wanted a girlfriend… or boyfriend… or just a partner in general.
The only people who knew this about Castiel were his maniac brothers, who did everything in their power to match Castiel up with someone. So, despite their little brother’s protests, they drew their new scheme on the special’s board at the coffeeshop where Castiel worked.
He tried to complain to his manager, but Crowley thought it was an excellent idea, and applauded Gabriel and Balthazar. Crowley didn’t actually care if Castiel got a nice partner or not, he just wanted more money. Everyone but Castiel knew how attractive he was, and by “giving those young customers the hope for a coffeeshop romance,” they could have better business.
So Castiel was dragged from his comfortable position of making drinks from behind the scenes, to being placed as barista for the day. In front of his register was the horrible board declaring
'Today your barista is:
1. Hella fucking gay
2. Desperately single
For your drink today I recommend:
You give me your number.’
Castiel was certain, by two hours into his shift, that if it wasn’t his perpetual need to smile warmly at every customer, then it was that damn board that earned him so much attention. Most of it was creepy or unwarranted. Men from all shapes and sizes either sneered in disgust, or tried blatantly to get into Castiel’s pants. Very few girls attempted to flirt with him.
By the end of the day, Castiel was having a harder time keeping up a pleasant demeanor with all the overwhelming attention. His pocket was filled with at least thirteen crumpled papers of stranger’s numbers. Castiel wasn’t interested in any one of them, and was angry with his brothers and managers for forcing him into a position of playing with people’s emotions.
Castiel was relieved when the rush eased, and by five in the afternoon it was just the occasional customer needing a pick-me-up, or the regulars who recognized and still interacted pleasantly with him.
There was one regular, however, that had Castiel perking up to see.
The scruffy, freckled, green-eyed beauty that Castiel had been admiring for so long came up to the counter, and then glanced down at the board.
Castiel wanted to simultaneously hide under the counter, and also pray to every god that existed that maybe, just maybe, this would be the man to give him his number.
But instead, after reading the board, the man could not make eye-contact with Castiel and stiffly ordered his coffee and pastry. After paying for and receiving his purchase, the man picked the far corner of the place to sit. Without even a single glance at Castiel, he pulled out a book and cut off the rest of the world.
Castiel’s heart sank.
Dean. Castiel read the name on the man’s cup of coffee. He wanted to come up with some excuse, go over to Dean’s table, maybe say he needed to clean something up… and then what? Apologize for the offensive board? Make a fool of himself trying to flirt? Inevitably scare Dean off and face Crowley’s wrath for losing a customer?
As the other customers came in, Castiel’s smile wasn’t as genuine, and maybe the people noticed. Castiel didn’t receive any more numbers. He kept glancing over to Dean’s table though. The man was still nose deep in the book, but also looking very uncomfortable. Castiel felt humiliated and cruel, but he was too disappointed to find reason to be angry with his brothers.
Finally, half an hour later, Dean got up to throw his trash away. Castiel watched him solemnly, expecting it to be the last time he would ever see the man.
Dean stood by his table, his back to Castiel, for a seemingly horrible long time. But just when Castiel thought he was going to storm out of the shop, Dean turned and walked in straight line to Castiel’s register.
‘This is it,’ Castiel thought. ‘He’s going to tell me how disgusted he is by now, tell me he never wants to come back, never-‘
Dean thrust something at Castiel. The green eyes were still looking anywhere but to Castiel, yet Castiel noticed for the first time the spreading blush across Dean’s face.
Castiel hesitantly took the paper from Dean’s hand, and the second he had it, Dean turned about face and rushed out of the shop. He nearly tripped over a table in the process.
His heart thumping a mile a minute, Castiel unrumpled the paper and looked at it.
‘Hey, I think you look nice. Call me sometime. If you want.’ It said. Under the message and Dean’s signature was his number.
The next day, Castiel called up Gabriel and Balthazar. He was very happy to announce to his brothers exactly why they didn’t need to whistle at men on the street anymore.
He had a date with Dean Winchester that coming Saturday.


Put your car keys beside your bed at night.Tell your spouse, your children, your neighbors, your parents, your Dr’s office, the check-out girl at the market, everyone you run across. Put your car keys beside your bed at night.If you hear a noise outside your home or someone trying to get in your house, just press the panic button for your car. The alarm will be set off, and the horn will continue to sound until either you turn it off or the car battery dies.This tip came from a neighborhood watch coordinator. Next time you come home for the night and you start to put your keys away, think of this: It’s a security alarm system that you probably already have and requires no installation. Test it. It will go off from most everywhere inside your house and will keep honking until your battery runs down or until you reset it with the button on the key fob chain. It works if you park in your driveway or garage.If your car alarm goes off when someone is trying to break into your house, odds are the burglar/rapist won’t stick around. After a few seconds, all the neighbors will be looking out their windows to see who is out there and sure enough the criminal won’t want that. And remember to carry your keys while walking to your car in a parking lot. The alarm can work the same way there. This is something that should really be shared with everyone. Maybe it could save a life or a sexual abuse crime.

I don’t care what your blog theme is, this can save someone’s life and needs to be spread

Reblog if you’re gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

Please reblog! Showing your support whether you fit into these things or not. Just because I do, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have reblogged if I weren’t.

tags → #lgbt #please 


For someone who had really graphic and nasty nightmares last night, I probably watched too much Bones today.

I watch Bones WAY WAY too much

Supernatural Season 10 Premier….

Was fantastic in my opinion! Of course, things we expected from Deanmon happened, but he felt more than some of us expected, he cared more, and I can’t wait to see how that plays out later. Plus, the destiel at the beginning was so thick I’m subtext, I mean Cas saying he misses Dean in the first scene he’s in in the episode was blatant, at least to me, how the subtext and possible canon becoming of the ship might play out the rest of the season. I’m excited for next Tuesday, despite the feels already rolling in!

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