i know someone already wrote this but it didn’t satisfy my need for dean in a baseball uniform so. oops.
"Hey," Dean says, because it’s polite, even if he’s not quite sure he wants to start a conversation standing in the little hallway outside the locker rooms.
The guy nods his acknowledgement, blue eyes solemn as he looks at Dean. “Hello,” he says. The voice that leaves those pale lips is deep and rich, just the kinda voice Dean is into. Really, everything about the guy fits in the “Dean is into that” category. He’s got dark hair, all ruffled and crazy from his helmet, big, innocent eyes, and full lips and a sharp jaw and okay, yeah, Dean is staring. But so is the other guy, and that makes it okay, right?
"So," Dean says, a soft smirk shaping his lips, "what team you play for, buddy?"
There’s a long, long pause.
Then the guy narrows his eyes, peering at Dean suspiciously.
Aw, hell. Dean didn’t mean to freak him out. Now he’s gonna know Dean is the Hunters’ big homo, and he’s gonna sneer at Dean like everyone else does, laugh at him for choosing a sport where the guys all wear tight pants, and Dean is gonna be distracted on the field; nasty, embarrassed shame is gonna flood through him every time he looks at those bright baby-blues and he’s just opening his mouth and saying “I didn’t mean it like that,” when the man says, “The California Angels.”
Dean stares at him. The guy stares back, mouth twisted into a small frown.
Dean snorts, hesitant relief slowing his rapid-fire thoughts. “I, uh,” he explains smoothly. “I meant, um. What team do you play for, like, are you into… into guys, or girls, or…?”
The man blinks. “Oh,” he says.
Dean gives him a weak smile. Please don’t be offended, please don’t be offended. He seems to be considering, like he doesn’t know what to do with the question.
When he makes up his mind, it’s obvious with visible satisfaction settling over his features. ”In that case,” he says decisively, “I’m Castiel, very gay pitcher for the Angels.” He sticks out a hand for Dean to shake.
He’s not mad, thank god. And he’s into dudes, thank… whoever’s in charge of that kinda stuff.
"Awesome," Dean blurts out, accepting the offered hand. "That’s awesome, Cas."
Castiel squints again, but doesn’t protest the nickname, so Dean grins.
"We win, you let me take you out to dinner, huh?"
A smile fights behind the impassive mask of Cas’s face. “And if we win?”
Dean smirks, spreads his hands out to either side. “Anything you want, Cas.”
One day I looked down from the heavens and it simply wasn’t enough
You blackened my wings
and called me monster
Looking across my new empire
I questioned which hurt more
your betrayal or mine
And even though I followed my king
You will always be my queen
baseball!au + teacher!au based on (x)
Dean’s leaning over the stand, watching his favorite minor league player—Castiel Novak, he plays for the Staten Island Yankees which means if he’s good enough he’ll go on to be a big league Yank—as he interacts with the fans. Dean’s not a serious player, though he’d gotten plenty of scholarships for baseball and the like. (It hadn’t really been his calling; something about getting to boss around little kids all the time and play with glitter glue had seemed way better.) He likes seeing how Cas interacts with his fans, always willing to sign a card or a ball and always friendly, if a bit awkward in Dean’s opinion.
transparent hockey deancas chibis for princess nhixxie’s bday ily<33
and I’ve never watched hockey before in my life so I hope its okay
If you know the original title of this art, please, just let me know so that I can edit the post. :)
This looks like Dean is being baptized. This is beautiful.