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JASON TEAGUE IN EVERY EPISODE: 4x03 - “Façade”

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DEAN WINCHESTER 15.09 The Trap

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DEAN WINCHESTER 1.19 Provenance

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At The End Of All Things

"You know, Dean, I–" Cas pauses, his brows furrow. "I don't want you to feel like you have to carry this all on your own, because you don't. We're all stuck here. We are all hopeless and scared, and– I know it isn't much, but...I am glad it's us." "Yeah, I– me too, man. Me too." And who was Dean to want more than this? - or - The world is ending, and there is nothing Dean can do about it, but he isn't alone. He has Cas. They have each other. Dean just needs a little time. Because this story is, above all else, about hope.

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if you want to read a story about Dean and Cas at the end of the world tiptoeing around their feelings until they don't? well, this is the fic for you.

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Dean tries to ignore the disappointment that leaks into his bones when he arrives and realizes that the lights in the cabin aren't on yet. He shakes his head and laughs at himself. This is ridiculous. Dean closes the door behind him and turns on the lights. It takes a few moments before the lightbulb in the middle of the ceiling turns on with a faint click. 

The place is decent. Most of the cabins have a similar layout, a big living room with a small kitchenette situation, a bathroom, and a bedroom or in Dean's case two bedrooms. They had managed to make themselves at home the best they could with what they had, and living with Cas turned out to be much easier than Dean had thought. In the shelter of these walls, it almost felt like they were living a normal life. Cas and Dean had spent hours on their shared sofa, planning and researching ways to stop the end of the world, but they'd also spent an equal amount of hours just talking, drinking, and simply... being. Dean justified their little roommate situation as something necessary for them to make progress in their big plan to get Sam back. So sharing a cabin with Cas had been, above all, a matter of convenience. 

"Are you going to stand there all night?"

Dean jumps slightly at the sound of the voice he'd recognize anywhere. "Jesus- fuck, Cas!" He puffs before turning around. Dean catches sight of his friend's silhouette – all broad shoulders and messy hair – in a corner of the room. 

"You look terrible." 

Dean can hear the amusement in Cas' voice as he pushes himself from where he is currently leaning against the doorframe of their bathroom. He walks a few steps in Dean's direction, and Dean moves without thinking, meeting Cas halfway, taking him in a tight embrace. Cas returns the hug without hesitation, and Dean feels his body relax against strong and comforting arms. On instinct, he buries his face in the crook of Cas' neck and takes a deep breath. Cas smells like cedar wood and smoke, he smells like soil and sweat.

Dean is finally home. 

"Good to see you too, man. You look–" Dean begins, but stops when he gets a better look at Cas under the artificial light of their kitchen. He glimpses at the dried blood on Cas' temple, then the black eye, and his busted bottom lip. 

He grabs Cas' shoulders, maybe a little too roughly, "Woah, what the fuck happened to you, man?" 

Cas just shrugs, eyes tired, but a soft smile adorning his lips. He loosens his grip around Dean's shoulders and takes a step back, his hands falling to his sides. The loss makes Dean frown, his hands move up on their own accord. It takes him a second to realize what he is doing, but when he does, Dean relaxes his face and crosses his hands over his chest. He leans against the kitchen counter behind him instead. 

Smooth, Winchester. Real smooth.

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"I was the freak with the knife collection."

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im thinking about dean at 21 and his stack of napkins and notes with numbers from strangers and a phone that never rings and the cassettes in his tapedeck and no one who listens and the books he devours but no one wants to talk about books to a face like that and everywhere he goes, people are vying for his attention, but with every passing year all he achieves is a growing sense of loneliness

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Dean blasting Springsteen while racing down an abandoned highway alone at 2am, is something that can actually be so personal

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Watching you

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excitable Ackles (x)

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“First action in I don’t even know how long and it’s like it never even happened. Figures.”

okay I’m watching 12x11 (Regarding Dean) and it’s hilarious that they canonically acknowledge that Dean doesn’t fuck anymore. like they could just handwave his lack of hookups on the show as a thing that happens off screen but no they specifically establish that this guy does NOT fuck

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{X}

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middle aged actor with dwindling job prospects please don't dye over your grays. you may think that this is the cure but i assure you it's an entirely novel burden. your actions do little but reap crops of sorrow on fields of illusion. your grays are testament to a virile vigour made stale by loreal natural black

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supernatural meme: (2/9) relationships | dean and john 

All right, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me. Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad I called you from Lawrence all right? Sam called you when I was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery.

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spn cast members saying the writers played into writing destiel as more than friends is the exact definition of "Why am I acting shocked, I already knew that." and it is 2024. the show ended three and a half years ago. supernatural conventions still occurring and we will have to act this out over and over forever

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Article from the Tallahassee Democrat - August 27, 1998