#the deancave

[kinky-cas]

i like to think that the way they get a couch in the dean cave is by cas mojo-ing the recliners into one. either this happens the 3rd time dean’s old man knees get in the way of getting hot ‘n heavy, OR it’s before they get together and cas does it by accident because he was wishfully daydreaming so hard about making out with dean.

dean is understandably surprised and confused by his chair transforming right under him, and cas has to come up with an explanation that isn’t ‘I got so horny thinking about you that i spontaneously manifested a couch’. maybe he goes with ‘it’s… better for family movie nights’ *cue both of them looking at what is VERY obviously a cozy 2 person loveseat*.

that or dean has drifted off to sleep and cas is so wildly jealous of the recliner wishing it was his shoulder dean was sleeping on that oops! he accidentally wills it into reality without even waking dean up. 27min later when the movie ends dean comes to on Cas’s shoulder, curled up on a couch he’s never seen before. so of course he fully assumes he’s still dreaming and says something domestic and romantic he wouldn’t have said if he knew he was awake. cue mortification from both parties, which eventually resolves into getting their shit together and fucking on the new couch. after which dean tries to make cas use his angel powers for a kitchen remodel.

[valleydean]

"how did cas know about the deancave but sam didn't?" bitch do you think all that furniture brought itself in? cas was out there hauling it in, a solid wood bookshelf under one arm, a foosball table under the other, meanwhile dean was in there like, ok my empty liquor bottle collection will go here, a zeppelin poster will go hereee

[supernatural-ate-my-face]

Does anybody think it's funny how sam has never seen the deancave before, but cas just walks right in like he's been in there a million times?

[lynlovesspn]

dean canonically making cas watch his favorite movies is my favorite fact ever. we were ROBBED of a scene of them watching one together in the deancave

[bruisedfig]

What do u think Deans main kinks would be?? Tbf though I feel like he’d be into pretty much everything 😭 he’s a slut and we love him for it

you’re so real, that man loves sex and we do love him for it!!!! i personally hc dean as a switch, so i think his kinks would probably be quite general and would depend on his partner, but he’s definitely up for trying new things! 18+

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— praise.

that man is heavily neglected when it comes to compliments and gentle touches. his eyes would light up at every little “you feel so good” or “good boy”. it doesn’t even matter if he’s praising you or the one being praised, he just loves seeing you happy and hearing how good he’s making you feel. he definitely sees sex as a way to relax and have fun with you, so he’d be all about wanting to make you feel beautiful and desired through praise and compliments. he shows his love through physical touch and gentle words.

— manhandling.

now hear me out with this. dean wouldn’t be big on being rough with you in the bedroom, considering how harsh the hunter life is. he’d want to be gentle with you, although he wouldn’t be super opposed to some choking or a cheeky little spank here and there. however, he’d love it if you got a little rough with him, like shoving him against a wall or onto the bed, just taking what you want. he’d definitely love when you get a little confident and grab him by the jaw to make him look at you or tug on his hair as he goes down on you. he just likes you touching him, even if it’s in a rougher way, it gets him all giddy and excited.

— teasing.

we all know this man is a brat. dean loves making inappropriate jokes that make you squirm and shoot him disapproving looks in public or touching you in teasing little ways, just to get you riled up. seeing you get all whiny and needy in the bedroom would make him go crazy, though he wouldn’t mind also being teased. in fact, he’d kinda love it. he’d love it if you’d walk around in tight little clothes, taunting him almost, or doing provocative little things just to mess with him. it’d be how you get him back. dean is definitely whining and begging if you tease him, “please, baby. i can’t take it anymore. need you so bad,” that kinda thing. he’d never tell you, but he loves it.

— roleplay.

dean would go crazy for a little roleplay with you. his favourite would definitely be cowboy x damsel in distress, although you playing naughty nurse would be a close second. initially, he’d be nervous about bringing up his lil fantasies with you. he’d wait until he knows you’re both comfortable enough with each other and your sex life. naturally, you wouldn’t be able to wipe the dopey grin off his face as you walk in wearing whatever silly little thing he asked you to. he’d just love it.

— breeding.

dean is a family man. he’d die a thousand times for sammy, for cas, for his parents. so it makes sense that filling your pussy with his cum would make his head go brrr. the idea of starting a family with you fills his chest with a warmth he can’t even begin to describe. the idea of putting a baby in you, watching a life grow inside you, a life that he helped create, he’d lose his damn mind. if you weren’t already on birth control, he’d (respectfully) beg you to go on it, for the sole purpose of cumming in you. he also just really loves watching it pour out of you. to him, it’s the hottest thing in the entire world. again, his head would just go brrrrrr.

— cockwarming.

dean definitely is making you cockwarm him as soon as he gets back to see you after a hunt or something. just sitting in the deancave with his cock up your cunt as you watch some cheesy horror movie, neither of you bothering to move, just completely happy with feeling him inside you. of course, it would eventually lead to him pounding in and out of you, but at least for a while it’d be sweet and innocent.

— somno. (both consenting with prior discussion abt it)

this might be another hear me out, but considering dean is a slut, he’s up for sex just about anytime he can get it. he’d be extremely hesitant to try anything with you when you’re half asleep or fully unconscious (he just doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable), but he’d be completely okay with waking up to his cock in your mouth or you using him while he’s half asleep to get yourself off late at night.

— mutual masturbation.

dean loves the idea of you touching yourself to the thought of him, so he’d definitely beg you to let him watch as you play with yourself. it’d start off slow, until his pants are so tight he has no choice but to let himself spring free and jerk himself off in front of you, while you’re busy trying to get off in front of him. he’d melt at that and the way you call his name when you cum. after that one time, dean’d beg you to let him watch again and again and again.

— edging.

this one’s definitely more-so for himself. dean’s definitely jacking it in motel showers when he’s on hunts, just edging himself in there to the thought of you. he’d be so close every time, your name on his lips as he strokes himself, but he’d pause his movements right before cumming, just teasing himself for as long as he can take it.

— public sex.

dean’s no stranger to a quickie in the impala or even perhaps in the alleyway behind a dingy little dive bar. the thrill of getting caught would drive him absolutely wild. he’d be gripping your jaw, whispering in your ear telling you to keep quiet and be good. public sex would probably force out a more dominant side of dean. he’d wanna have fun with you, whilst also making sure he’s in control of the situation just in case you actually do get caught.

— toys.

i’m not sure if i’d consider this a kink, but i’ll list it anyway. dean is definitely the kinda guy to see toys as an aid to better sex, instead of his competition. he’d love to see you writhing underneath him with a vibrator pressed against your pussy or perhaps even some handcuffs thrown into the mix (again, he’s not fussed on who’s being cuffed). he loves the idea of you using toys on your own when he’s away on hunts. he’d definitely be begging you over text to send him videos of you using them.

— other.

none of these are really kinks, but i do wanna mention them.

i fully believe at some point in your relationship, dean would bring up the idea of making a sex tape with you. it would be exclusively for yours and his eyes only, and he would definitely watch it and get off to it during hunts when you’re not there.

i also think dean would be a little cheeky and steal your panties to take away with him on longer hunts. sure, calling you and receiving pictures and videos helps when he’s away, but nothing beats the physicality of holding your panties in his hands, wrapping them around his cock and cumming into them. maybe this is something he does without telling you, but you’d know when a pair would go missing and then return when dean does. it wouldn’t take you long to figure out. and you wouldn’t really mind.

i believe anything to do with him causing you pain or distress would be a hard no for dean. he loves you and wants to make you feel good during sex, not see you all marked up and sore because of him. he wants you to feel safe and comfortable. he’s definitely the kinda guy to check in with you constantly, “does that feel good, baby? you want me to keep going?” or “tell me what you want”.

your comfortability and pleasure is number one priority for dean. always.

A/N: ahhh such a fun request. these are my personal headcanons for dean. idk how popular these opinions are but i see that man as a LOVER if he’s in a relationship!! <3

[smollkittykat]

it's the two armchairs in the deancave.

it's the "what about Cas?"

it's the movie he made him watch.

it's the imitation of one of that movie's characters that follows.

It's the defiance of everything he ever believed to be true for one human, right?

It's the "this is Castiel." to an almost forgotten mother that told him that angels would always watch over him.

It's freeing his brother he can't stand from a place worse than hell.

It's seeing resemblence in a monster he was taught to hate.

It's the mixtapes of songs his mother fell in love to.

It's learning to smile.

It's the "don't ever change."

It's the first unanswered call in 15 years with his hands in his hair and sobbing on the ground.

It's the declaration of desperation, to do anything to keep the man he loves safe.

It's throwing his life away on a normal hunt to see him again.

[castieldelamancha]

i hate to be that person but on a few occasions, sitting down in his armchair, watching a movie in his deancave, dean would just turn to the other armchair, ready to point out something funny or cool just to remember cas isn't actually there at the sight of the other empty armchair.

[dominion-of-darkness]

no but DO U UNDERSTAND what happens to me whenever I even catch a GLIMPSE of the winchesters' bunker. there's a part of me that comes home after a hunt too. do u know how it kills me that they found themselves an imperfectly perfect home that was more than just the impala. that they welcomed an angel who had given up his own home. that they welcomed any hunter who was never a child. that it became home base. that dean cooked in an apron and loved the water pressure (cas appreciated it too). that he finally got to cook himself lil sandwiches and settle in the deancave with a dean deluxe. dean, my precious bean who never had a room to himself had a room he kept holy. brb need to kms.

[heller-jensen]

do you think, before the deal, castiel used to stand outside and close his eyes and tilt his face up to the sun? before the empty said "someday, when the sun shines down on your face, when you are truly happy, that's when i'll come?" do you think dean noticed him staying inside more, after? tried to encourage him to go out and garden? tried to invite him out to fish or walk or have a picnic? do you think dean saw it as a slight? except then, at night, castiel would join him on the hill above the bunker to stargaze, or sit beside him in his recliner in the deancave to binge a show and he'd think "maybe he's okay. maybe we're okay." do you think castiel started warming in the reflection of the sun, in the glow of the moon, because at least he could have that? at least he could have dean, sometimes, in secret, in the dark? a reflection of the light, so muted that it couldn't hurt him?

so it's ironic, then, that he'd be taken away underground, in a windowless room. that the only sources of light would be his own fading grace, the bulb of dean's soul, the sparks of a scythe scraping along the walls. that the sun would be long gone. that it would have been a metaphor.

how curious, to expect an angel to understand, when he understands so little.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Language of Us

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Summary: Your love language is touch, but past heartbreaks made you afraid of being too much. Dean Winchester proves you never have to hold back—because while you crave touch, he craves you.

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It had only been a week, and already, it was complicated.

One week of dating Dean Winchester, and you were losing your mind-not because the relationship was bad, but because it was too perfect.

From the moment you met, you fell hard. He told you he had too. And when you finally confessed your feelings, it had been effortless, like the universe had been waiting for it to happen.

But love, even when perfect, can be complicated.

Because your love language was touch.

Some people gave gifts, some used words, and others showed love through acts of service. But you? You needed the physical connection-the warmth of a hand on yours, a casual touch on the arm, a touch just to feel close.

And as sweet as that might sound, not everyone saw it that way.

Your past relationships had made that painfully clear.

They thought it was too much. Too needy. Too clingy.

They didn’t like that you always wanted to hold their hand on walks. That you wanted to cuddle even in the middle of a summer heatwave. That your fingers would drift to their arm at dinner. That, even in sleep, your hand always found them—like your heart wouldn’t settle until it knew they were still there.

So you learned to hold back. To resist the urge. To keep your hands to yourself unless touch was initiated.

But with Dean, it was different.

Because you had never loved anyone like you loved him. And you weren’t about to ruin it by being too much.

Still, resisting the urge was torture.

Every time he made you laugh, you wanted to rest your hand on his chest. Every time he came home from a hunt, you wanted to throw yourself into his arms, burying kisses into his skin. Every time he drove, you ached to reach for his hand.

But you didn’t.

And tonight, in the Deancave, as the two of you finally got some much-needed alone time, it was even worse.

Dean had set everything up—movies, snacks, cold beers. He was fully relaxed, one arm draped lazily across the back of the couch. You, on the other hand, were perched on the opposite end, your legs across his lap but your hands gripping your beer bottle like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

Because if you let go, you knew what would happen.

Maybe you’d reach up and run your fingers through his hair. Maybe you’d start absentmindedly tracing his knuckles, spinning the ring on his finger while the movie played. Maybe you’d do all the things you craved to do but couldn’t.

And Dean noticed.

Of course, he noticed.

His hand moved to your knee, fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles against your skin. It was an innocent enough gesture—casual, absentminded. But to you, it was everything.

You stiffened, forcing yourself not to react, but it was useless. The warmth of his touch spread through you like wildfire, making your grip on the beer bottle tighten.

Dean’s gaze flicked to you, brow furrowing. “Sweetheart? Everything okay?”

You plastered on a smile, nodding. “Yeah. Fine.”

But Dean Winchester wasn’t stupid.

He smirked, pausing the movie and turning toward you. “Okay, now I know something’s up.” He stretched an arm along the back of the couch, shifting slightly closer. “I’ve been waiting for you to spill, but you haven’t. So, tell me—what’s going on?”

You sighed, setting your beer aside and tucking your hands beneath your thighs like a child hiding something behind their back. “Do you know what love languages are?”

Dean’s brow quirked, but he nodded. “Yeah, Sam tried explaining ‘em once. Something about communication and blah, blah, blah.”

You let out a small laugh. “Well… mine is touch.”

He tilted his head, waiting for you to continue.

“That’s how I show love,” you explained, voice quieter now. “And it’s, uh… been a problem before.” You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. “People get annoyed with me really fast because my hands are always on them. I don’t even think about it, I just… reach out. But it’s too much for some people, and I don’t—” You swallowed thickly. “I don’t want you to get sick of me and leave.””

Dean frowned, sitting up straighter. “Wait. People actually told you that?”

You nodded, exhaling. “Yeah. And I just… I don’t want you to feel like that. I don’t want you to get sick of me, or feel like I’m too much.”

You nodded, exhaling. “Yeah. And I just… I don’t want you to feel like that. I don’t want you to get sick of me, or feel like I’m too much.”

Dean blinked at you. Then, in a single fluid motion, he leaned in and wrapped his arms around you—so tightly it nearly knocked the air from your lungs. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured against your hair, pressing a firm kiss to your temple. “I love you.”

You blinked. “What?”

Dean pulled back just enough to smirk at you. “Give me your hands.”

Hesitantly, you pulled them from under your thighs, and he took them in his own before lifting them to his face, pressing them against his cheeks.

And just like that, the dam broke.

A relieved, breathy sigh escaped you as your fingers instinctively curled against his skin. It was as if your body had been holding its breath, and now, finally, finally, it could breathe.

Dean grinned. “See? That right there? That’s adorable.”

Your cheeks burned. “Dean—”

“I love when you touch me,” he said, eyes locked on yours, voice steady. “I would never get annoyed with it. Those other people? Jerks. They should’ve been grateful to have someone love them that much.”

“But… it always starts fine, and then—”

“Not with me,” he interrupted gently. “I love when you sneak into the kitchen in the morning and wrap your arms around me. I love that you need a kiss or a hug before I leave. I love waking up in the middle of the night and feeling your hand still on me, like you’re afraid I’ll disappear.”

“Really?” you whispered, searching his face for any sign of hesitation.

Dean smirked, pulling you closer. “Hell yeah. It’s adorable. You let out this little sigh whenever you touch me—like it calms you. And you know what? It calms me too. Even when I’m pissed off, if I feel your hand on me, it just—” He exhaled. “It just makes everything better. So, please, for the love of God, never stop.”

Your heart flipped as you melted against him, finally letting yourself indulge in what you had been denying for days, letting your hands finally roam freely—over his shoulders, through his hair, down his arms. And he let you.

No—he leaned into it.

Your lips found his cheek in a feather-light kiss before capturing his lips in a slow, lingering one.

When you pulled away, he grinned. “See? Who the hell would complain about that?”

You giggled, resting your head against him. “But… what if you do?”

Dean hummed in thought. “Alright, let’s make a deal. If—and that’s a big if—I ever need space, I’ll just say so. But sweetheart, I swear, that’s never gonna happen.” He paused, smirking. “I mean, you could even touch me while I’m taking a leak if you wanted.”

You gasped, smacking his arm. “Dean!”

He laughed, catching your wrist and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “See? That’s the only time it might be a little weird.”

You giggled, curling back into him, your fingers drawing lazy patterns on his arm, threading through his hair, tracing the fabric of his shirt.

And not once did he flinch. Not once did he shift away.

Instead, he leaned in, sighing into your touch, letting you soothe him, ground him.

As the night stretched on, you stayed curled up against him, hands resting wherever they pleased—his arm, his chest, his fingers interlaced with yours. Dean made no move to pull away. If anything, he leaned further into your touch, letting out soft, contented sighs every time your fingers traced lazy circles on his skin.

At one point, he shifted, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before murmuring, “You know, I think I figured out my love language.”

You glanced up, smiling softly. “Oh yeah? What is it?”

Dean smirked, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “You.”

Your heart swelled as he tilted your chin up, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

“My love language is the way you curl into me like you belong there,” he whispered. “The way your hands reach for me without thinking, like I’m the only thing that makes you feel safe. The way you touch me like you need to remind yourself I’m real.” He nudged his nose against yours. “My love language is knowing I get to be the one person in the world you trust enough to love like this.”

Tears burned at the back of your eyes, but before you could say anything, Dean grinned.

“Oh, and kissing. Definitely kissing.”

You let out a watery laugh as he pulled you closer, sealing his words with another slow, sweet kiss.

Maybe touch was how you showed love. But for Dean, you—your laughter, your presence, your hands on him—were all the love he’d ever need.

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[celestial-castiel]

scoobynatural! (spn 13×16)

Dean is having a fuckin great time omg

lol he hates Fred so much

mm ded guy

oh yayyyy HI CAS :D

More ded guy.

fred: "well that's not good" oh really you think?

"COME ON GANG" lmao damn

yall they made Cas so cute

why is this making me want to watch Scooby-Doo- mostly for Velma I think

Dean honey she is just not into you, give it up. you have Cas

this episode is so stupid lol but in a fun way.

they basically made Castiel a twinkified Ken doll and made him more athletic, this is great lol

wuh-oh, broke their brains a bit

bruhhh why did they stick Cas with shaggy and scooby, he's not a goofy side kick :< mean. he's way cooler than basically every other character in this show

daphne: "KILL IT WITH FIRE" lmao she gets me

I do love that Cas befriended them, that's kinda adorable.

oh wait I just realized they were in the deancave before, I've never seen it before now. it's kinda cute honestly

dean no the ascot is dumb, I'm sorry lol

lol okay, that was a goofy episode but I did definitely enjoy it. and Dean had ao much fun, it was great :>

[godofgarlicbread]

Spnadvent day 2: tradition.

We already know Dean shows Cas movies in the Deancave. Imagine if they had a tradition of watching Christmas movies while snuggling. Dean loves Cas running his hands through his hair because he is touch starved

@archervale @wormstacheangel

[purgaytorysupremacy]

oh nuts. a life experience has given me a new layer of perspective on Cas's homosexual declaration of love to Dean.

recently I had occasion to tell a person I had feelings for them knowing full well they didn't feel even a twinge of the same thing for me. while the whole thing was a decidedly unpleasant experience, I kept laughing at myself internally bc I didn't want to say "the happiness is just in saying it" like fucking Castiel over here. (we don't need to talk about it, it's fine.) (I am happier having said it and it's kind of bullshit, but I digress.)

because the thing is, the happiness isn't in just saying it, right? the happiness is in the having. I made a whole TikTok "proving" that the Empty didn't come for Cas when he confessed his love, but rather when he realized Dean loved him back. even for Cas, the happiness was in the having, not in the saying, however brief it was.

and I've always been one of those people who rolled their eyes at the whole concept. why would the happiness be in just being, in just saying it, if it's right there in front of you to have. and then it hit me like a tonne of bricks (as I was washing my kitchen counters).

Cas really didn't think he could have Dean.

at all. in any capacity. he really, truly, and honestly felt to the depths of himself that Dean did not have any twinge of similar feelings, that this really was a Hail Mary shot-in-the-dark. and I think me, personally, really didn't understand that about Cas. that his belief in his love being unrequited was that unshakable.

something else I've been pondering is how audiences have so much more empathy for fictional characters who share traits that IRL they find objectionable and unappealing. but the thing is about fictional characters is that we follow them around in their most private, vulnerable moments. we see Dean mourning Cas when he dies, literally killing himself because he can't live without him, but it's so easy to forget that we're the omniscient ones here.

Cas never knew.

Dean's whole thing was pushing him away, keeping him at arm's length, making it seem like whatever heroic thing he does for Cas he'd do for anyone. he downplays how important it is for Dean to share the Deancave with him, to show him his favourite movies, share his favourite songs. he acts like the things Cas does for him don't mean that much to hide how much they do mean. he uses "we" whenever he even gets in the vicinity of expressing a feeling. "We were worried." "We're glad you're back." "We needed a win." "You're our brother." The audience knew the difference. We saw how he'd clench his jaw or swallow hard or make a face that said "God, I'm being such an idiot". Because we saw him in those little moments. We got to see the cracks in the mask.

but Cas never knew.

the self-hating angel of Thursday was never going to think it was all a way for Dean to protect himself. obviously, that's the delicious tragedy of it all, but what I think I realized at the end of all that is Cas confessing his love to a Dean who didn't love him back wouldn't have worked. Because the happiness really is in the having. If happiness was just in saying it, then The Empty would have come before Cas even finished getting the words out of his mouth.

so Cas's plan wouldn't have worked if Dean didn't love him back.

this is just me yapping on about my own nonsense, but I do think it's really interesting. there's contentment in "just saying it". there's freedom and relief and an unburdening. I think one can argue that it makes being happy in the being easier. there is certainly some joy in telling a person you think that highly of them. but true happiness?

nah.

true happiness is always going to only be in the having. Cas didn't understand the difference until he experienced it, and by then, it was too late.

[kristaloohoo]

Healing Waters

Signing up for spam Dean Wincester x Reader

You and Dean lounged on the couch in the DeanCave as Sam walked in with a large bowl of popcorn. He sat on the other end as you sat in the middle, but you took a handful of popcorn, grabbing a single piece and launching it at Dean. He stared at the popcorn and then at you. You only smiled and popped another piece in your mouth. He shook his head and plucked the piece from his shirt, putting it in his mouth. A commercial started, loudly speaking, “Looking for the healing power of God?” You all snorted in unison but the commercial started speaking on behalf of a televangelist, promoting healing water from a blessed spring. Your brow furrowed but Dean took a sip of his beer, adding, “50 dollars it’s just tap water…” You continued watching the commercial, but you pulled out your phone and clicked the browser, typing in the web address. You continued to shovel popcorn in your mouth as Sam glanced over to your screen with his eyebrows perking. You finished the form and hit submit, tossing the phone to the side. Sam watched you but he questioned, “Did you really order that ‘magical spring water’?” You hummed and nodded, but Dean quietly muttered, “You’re gonna get promotional emails and calls now.” “That’s why I put your information,” you spoke simply, and he slowly turned his gaze to you. Sam couldn’t hold it in as he started laughing, but he sighed and muttered, “I’m gonna kill you.”

(Yes I saw that commercial one night. Yes I ordered the spring water)

[ozonecologne]

Dean deserves all the comfort from H/C fics, and to be loved on and taken care of to make up for a lifetime of lacking that care.

But!

He *also* deserves to express his love language fully by getting the chance to take care of Cas. He LOVES doing things for his loved ones but Cas never like, “needs”* the things Dean actually enjoys doing for people to look after them. Hunting expertise or physically pulling him out of danger? Cas will reluctantly go to Dean for in life or death situations and Dean is more than willing to help in those ways, but Dean feels like that’s all he’s good for. Cooking, cleaning up, generally fussing? Dean loves doing that shit, maybe somewhat secretly/shamefully in parts, but he mostly can’t with Cas.

And part of this is Cas’s fault! Not all of it, poor guy shouldn’t HAVE to force himself to eat if he literally doesn’t have to and doesn’t like it, but things like letting Dean fuss over him or take care of him like emotionally or whatever- Cas’s OWN hang ups and need to be not just useful, but self sufficient, along with him basically refusing to take up space in Dean’s life for fear of rejection leads Dean to feel rejected!

So!

👏let 👏Cas 👏spoil 👏Dean 👏by 👏being 👏spoiled 👏by 👏him 👏

Maybe Dean’s people pleasing need to take of people was developed by his abusive parentification, but it’s part of his personality now! He should be allowed to express it in healthy ways towards a willing participant! Sam doesn’t want to be doted on most of the time, it seems to make him feel smothered or infantilized along with the fucked up dynamic of Dean being his brother AND his mom/&dad, so Dean should get to have someone that needs and welcomes it!!! And Cas just has to learn to welcome it

Maybe if Cas came back human after 15x18 they would get there. First Cas has to learn to “let” himself but once they got over that hurdle…

Am I saying that one on of Dean’s birthdays, his request for a gift from Cas should be to let Dean fulfill a role play of “doting housewife and tired hardworking husband that just got home after a hard day”, (an RP that Dean swears IS actually a sex thing (because that is somehow less embarrassing to him lol) but it needs a lot of lead up Cas! Or else it doesn’t work!)? Maybe. Let him explore that nurturing side of him in a safe and controlled environment ok!!! And let Cas explore getting nurtured!! And if it’s also an exploration of Dean’s internal misogyny and gender stereotypes and internalized homophobia and all that then that’s secondary to it tttoooottallly being a sex thing.

(Also Dean looks GREAT in pearls, his old man ankles and knees say no to heels tho)

* the like, 2 non dangerous things he “lets” himself need from Dean are 1. Car stuff, Cas COULD learn everything there is to know about car repair and maintenance, dude knows astrophysics and can speak every language known and unknown plus his work ethic as seen as Steve shows he can put in the work to learn, he just can’t be assed to learn and he has Dean for that lol. And 2. Entertainment and pop culture stuff. Cas likes his own music (aka pop girlies) and will binge TV shows all on his own, but he lets Dean recommend stuff to him so they can watch/experience them together, even if it isn’t to Cas’s actual taste lol. And Dean not only is willing to help Cas in anyway! but these are 2 areas he genuinely loves! It’s a good place to start! Let them expand on those areas!

One of the things I love most about Dean and Castiel's relationship is that typical boundaries just don't apply to them. Castiel lets Dean get away with a lot -- Dean gets to push and pull Castiel (AN ANGEL) around, sit him down in the DeanCave and make him watch "Tombstone," dress him up even (more). In return, Castiel gets to rifle through all of Dean's stuff, demand his possessions, even feels entitled to his body. And Dean sometimes puts up a token protest to these things, but... not really. Less and less as time goes on. They just live in each other's pockets. That's the rules.

But yeah, I know what you mean. A lot of Dean's gestures are "useless" to Cas. But... gestures aren't about "use," are they. They're about the intent of making the gesture at all, which is what Castiel learns as the series goes on. "This will do very little for me, but I appreciate the gesture." He partakes. Dean just starts doing shit and Cas lets him. Some of this is because, yes, as you say, he can't be assed to do some things, but it's also because he finds Dean more and more endearing. He likes making him happy in these small ways. These are the good things about humanity that make Cas want to be a better person.

I do agree with you generally that Castiel should let Dean spoil him a bit more in the future. Even by the end of the series, I think he can underestimate how much that stuff means to him, or has trouble believing that it applies to Cas as much as it does to Dean's other family. I too would like to see Cas let Dean baby him a bit more now and then.

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happy wincest wednesday, ava! related to recent housing delights: if Sam and Dean hadn't gotten the bunker, what sort of living situation do you imagine for them in the later married era?

hi z from two years ago!!!!! you sent this right after i moved into my house <3 look how behind i am on wincest wednesday asks <33

without stumbling on the bunker i have a hard time believing they would settle down before getting killed. i feel like there was enough utility in the bunker to convince sam they had to use it, which let them stick around until he gave in to the idea. choosing to stop? even though i think they both wanted to at various points, neither of them would be willing to be the one to suggest it... unless we introduce a catastrophic injury. :)

so lets say dean has something happen to him, maybe a witch curse that gets worse over time, so they can still do some hunts but fewer and fewer, dean's situation impacting him more and more, and eventually they exorcize a ghost and the victim wants to get the fuck out of there rather than deal with the bad memories, and she offers them a really good deal on the house her husband died in-- and sam says sure. and suddenly they have a home base. not sure how they took possession considering they're wanted criminals and legally dead, but... it's really awkward! living in a house instead of "taking up the mantle of the american men of letters" is immediately so much worse for them, because they have to actually confront what home means instead of sam just residing in the bunker while dean tries to nest.

i think sam would find it bizarrely fulfilling to clean a bathroom, the novelty in that, and it takes them both a while to realize you have to pick the hairs out of the shower drain. dean takes to the kitchen much like he does in canon. ummmmm, i think the house had a master bedroom and a nursery and dean took the nursery rather than let sam sleep in it. (eventually he moves back in with sam and the nursery becomes the deancave 2.0).