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To Keep

“Would you kneel for me?” Castiel sounded nervous, like he wasn’t sure if Dean would give him this, as if Dean wouldn’t give the angel his soul if he asked. 

Keeping eye contact, Dean sank to the floor and watched as Castiel’s pupils grew impossibly bigger and his lips parted as he took in a breath. It sent a thrill through him, knowing that he was the one making Castiel feel like that, just by getting on his knees.

“You like that, huh?” Dean said, his voice catching slightly at the realization. He moved forward, his hands coming to Castiel’s waist, fingers slipping into his belt loops as he tugged the angel closer to him. “You like being worshiped?”

Castiel’s hand nestled in Dean’s hair, gripping just enough to pull slightly. “I’m an angel, Dean,” he said through his teeth on the back a groan. “I was made to be worshipped; prayed to; heralded.”

Dean began to work to open Castiel’s pants, the hard line of him already visible against the fabric. “Well, c’mon then, angel, if you want me to worship you I’m gonna need some proof you are who you say you are.”

Castiel’s fingers tightened against Dean’s scalp, his gaze darkening. “What would you have me do?”

Dean leaned forward and began to kiss at Castiel’s hip bone, easing the angel’s pants down, before he looked back up at him, something innocent in his voice as he said, “Well, you’ve got wings, haven’t you? Show ‘em to me.”

Castiel shuddered above him, his breathing turning slightly jagged and labored. Dean watched him pull himself together slightly, enough to take his hand from Dean’s head and ease himself out of the rest of his clothing. His shoulders rolled back and he fixed Dean with a look that was nothing but holy as Castiel sucked thunder into the room, lightning clapping back against it as a shadow of wings fell across the wall. 

Dean stared in awe, sinking back on his heels to see Castiel in all his glory. The angel’s eyes glowed softly and Dean watched as Castiel manifested his wings fully, real feathers unfurling from his back. They touched the ground, shushing over the floor as Castiel spread them out, large and real; Dean itched to touch. 

“You’re so fucking hot right now, Cas,” Dean said. 

“And you are stunning on your knees for me,” Castiel replied, his voice the same timbre as the thunder he’d just called to the room. Dean licked his lips, Cas’ cock still inches from his face, hard and leaking. “Do you want to suck me off?”

“Yeah,” Dean said, the single word nothing but a breath. 

Castiel brought one of his wings forward, some of his feathers brushing lightly against his cheek. Dean shivered at the spark of power he could feel emanating from Castiel’s body, at the way Castiel himself gasped at the contact, grace brightening his eyes as he continued to look down at Dean.

“Go on then, worship me,” Castiel commanded. 

“‘M gonna take you apart,” Dean said as he began to place open mouthed kisses along Castiel’s inner thighs, working his way up to the main event.

He let his breath ghost along the head of Castiel’s cock for a few seconds before he took him into his mouth. The angel’s hips tipped forward, chasing the heat, and Dean hummed around him, swallowing as he adjusted his jaw to accommodate him. Castiel’s wings came to crowd around Dean’s back, locking him into his own little cave, away from the outside world, away from anything that wasn’t this moment, here; Castiel.

He could still see the angel through the gap above his head and their eyes locked as Dean tongued at him. Castiel looked like sin, which should be blasphemy for an angel, but on Castiel it was nothing short of splendor, with his eyes half lidded and his hips bucking to Dean’s ministrations; his wings trembling around him, sometimes brushing up against Dean’s back. He grinned at the sight, at the fallen angel above him who had dared to reach out and touch humanity and embraced it when humanity touched him back.

Dean could tell Castiel was close and he pulled off despite the angel’s whimpered protests. “Not yet,” Dean said. His own erection was poking at his jeans and he reached for his belt as he got to his feet, Castiel’s wings fanning out to give him space. 

Dean shucked his clothing under Castiel’s heated gaze and there was a moment where they simply took each other in, their bodies in their most vulnerable state, where armor was shed and imperfections were laid bare. Dean’s eyes searched Castiel’s, for what he didn’t know– acceptance? Want? Forgiveness for what they’d done to each other in the past and what they were most certainly going to do to each other in the future?

“Come here,” Castiel said, and it wasn’t an order or a request, it was simply what they knew they both needed. 

Dean stepped into Castiel’s arms and the angel’s wings swallowed him as he held him close. He shut his eyes against Castiel’s chest, relishing in the warmth and safety that the angel provided; that slight hum of power that seemed to radiate off him. 

After a moment, Dean began to back Castiel towards the bed, smirking when the angel’s knees hit the edge of the mattress and Dean guided him down. Castiel went willingly and Dean crawled on top of him, locking their lips together in a kiss that spoke for every unsaid word Dean ever struggled to say. Castiel kissed back like Dean was the most precious thing he’d ever held. 

Dean wanted to mold himself into the angel, leave an imprint of his own against tanned skin like the angel had once done to him. He broke away from the kiss and started nipping at Castiel’s jaw, down his throat, sucking a bruise between his teeth that he soothed with his tongue. The angel moaned under him, hands pressing into Dean’s back, moving to cup his ass. 

Dean’s fingers shifted to touch the feathers splayed out across the mattress and Castiel’s entire body seemed to melt as he groaned at the contact. The feathers themselves seemed to be reaching out to him, sliding up and along his fingers, wanting to touch him just as much as he wanted to touch them.

He kissed down Castiel’s chest, pausing to tease each nipple between his teeth– which had the body under him bucking up in pleasure. “Dean,” Castiel gasped, his hand coming to land in Dean’s hair. 

He freed one hand from Castiel’s wings and reached between them to take them both in hand. He gazed into electric blue, felt the feathers in his other hand standing on end as they chased the edge of a precipice together. “Fucking beautiful, Cas,” he panted.

Castiel smashed their lips together again and Dean let the angel’s tongue explore his mouth as their hips moved in tandem, precum sliding between Dean’s fingers, one of Castiel’s wings coming to drape over his back and hold him closer. The build was slow and perfect, Dean dug his fingers into feathers, which caused Castiel to bite Dean’s lip and hold it between his teeth as Dean’s hand worked faster and faster between them. He couldn’t look away from the angel for a second, he didn’t want to miss this; Castiel unraveling. 

Dean was close and by the noises Castiel was making he was too. It didn’t take more than three more twists of Dean’s wrist to have them both spilling over his hand. Dean gasped into Castiel’s mouth as feathers glided over his back, trembling in the aftershocks, and Dean collapsed on top of the angel, breathing hard. They stayed like that for a long time just… being. 

Until Dean broke the silence some time later. 

“Hey, Cas?”

Castiel’s hand stilled where it had been running gently up and down his side. “Mm?” 

“I love you, you know that right?”

Castiel shifted to look at him, the fondest smile on his face. “I know.”

Dean settled back against the angel’s soft feathers, sighing contentedly. “Okay. Good.”

A kiss was planted gently on top of his head and then Castiel whispered, “Thank you for loving me. It is the greatest gift I have ever received.”

Dean smiled as he leaned forward to press a kiss to the angel’s lips. “Yeah? And do remember what to do with gifts?”

Castiel nodded sincerely, tightening his hold on Dean as he said, “Keep them. And I assure you, Dean Winchester, I have no intention of giving you up.”

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people who are just finding out about internet tracking and data mining in the year 2025 and that your special robot friend does not respect your privacy lol

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buck gets drunk one night and starts telling eddie “you shouldn’t have been in texas. you should’ve been here.” and eddie sighs “i know, buck, i shouldn’t have moved, i should’ve brought chris home” and buck says “no. before that. you should’ve been here.” and eddie says “hm? before that i was here.” and buck says “NO. before THAT. you were in texas for so long, you were keeping chris from me for so long. for seven years.” he’s getting all weepy now. “did you not want to know me yet? i wanted to know you so bad. i missed you.” and eddie’s looking at his tearful little face, giving into the urge to lay a soothing hand against his cheek. he says “buck, you weren’t here yet either,” and buck says “i would’ve been. if you’d been here earlier, i would’ve felt it. would’ve come home. to you.”

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You’re telling me Clifford the big, beefy bisexual isn’t his biological father

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Thinking about Buck getting back from apartment hunting and collapsing on Eddie's couch again and Chris comes over and sits next to him- which Buck is very excited about but can't do anything other than smile, if he does he might scare the beast off back to his room.

And it doesn't occur to Buck that Chris smells a lot like his haircare products until Eddie comes through and offhandedly says "Hey, Chris wanted to use some of your curl shampoo on his hair I told him you wouldn't mind- the two of you are identical anyway."

Chris rolls his eyes but preens nonetheless, asking Buck if his hair looks better than usual which of course Buck nods away at with a grin. He's so overwhelmed with love for these two he can't help but tell him he looks just like his father.

Eddie sits down next to Chris and looks back and forth between the two of them. "Nah, I'm pretty sure he gets his looks from you."

Buck almost keels over at the implication, joy swimming circles in his chest as he splutters. Chris laughs like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard, "Both of you are ugly, I totally get my good looks from mom."

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"airport and texas are not the same. they don't even have the same amount of letters"

“trials and tribulations of evan buckley: a tragedy in 97 acts”

I can't lie petty Eddie is my favorite like SIR

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missing scene

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Some out here suggest it but yeah can we talk about how Buck is the main character of a romcom show while Maddie final girl Han is stuck in a psychological thriller horror genre since the day I've met her.

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the damage control theory is incredibly funny to me because like. teasing buddie and whoring out ryan and oliver with no plans to make buddie canon is like trying to put out fire with gasoline and fireworks.

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ok and also. can we talk about the 118 calling ravi “ravioli” :) that’s their little guy

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one of eddie’s most cherished and beloved family members who has known him his entire life and watched him grow and saw him through a teen pregnancy and a shotgun wedding and worried and prayed for him while he was at literal war and helped him transition to becoming a single father then a widower and who has just always wanted him to not be alone and to be loved, seeing that someone has seamlessly slotted into his life and loves him and makes him happy and not even having to say anything about it just watching it and welcoming this person and being so grateful. one day maybe very recently she saw them together as a family or maybe just heard eddie talk about buck with his fond buck smile and just thought ���ohh I see I understand. well thank god. finally.” and it literally doesn’t matter that he’s a man or whatever all that matters is that Eddie isn’t alone. and that someone is finally cooking in that fucking kitchen. tia pepa forever.

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done with the "came back wrong" trope. what about came back American

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Evancito!

-> The reunion! Clipped so I can rewatch over and over again <3

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do we think maybe Buck referred to Eddie as "this one" because Ravi has a jar that he makes Buck put a twenty in if he says the name "Eddie" in his presence after that night in the bar?

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god buck is selfish!! it’s his biggest flaw!! he makes things about himself unintentionally!! it is a direct result of his childhood trauma!! he never got the attention he deserved as a child and he has abandonment issues!! he pushes people away when he has big feelings!!

and eddie comes in and calls him out!! because he cares about buck more than any other adult in the world!! he reminds buck that other people exist and need his love!! because he knows buck has so much love to give!!

and eddie’s begging for it!! he’s begging buck to take a step back out of that selfishness and stitch him back together!! because he knows buck can and will once he realizes someone needs him!! because all Buck’s ever wanted is to be needed!! and all eddie’s ever wanted is someone to love him enough to fix the broken pieces inside of him!!

that scene wasn’t uncharacteristic or mean or unfair or whatever other words have been thrown around!! it was a real look inside both buck and eddie’s flaws and how they fit together!! it was REAL!!

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this ep was so much better than the last 2!!! who ever wrote it needs to stay in permanent rotation!