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I keep forgetting that they have known each other for over 10 years, they always look like it's their first date 😍

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This:

Has the same energy as this:

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Misha has a perfect soft dad body right now 💙💙💙💙💙💙

HE DOES!!

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When I'm feeling down or just off I have a few comfort fics I read.

They are "Counting Down" and "Hey Alpha".

Also the "lush life" series and the "True Mates" Series. @zationao3

I am currently re-reading the Lush life series. It makes me so happy. 🥰🥰

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They do have a pillow pet blanket.

human!cas moves into the bunker and this is the only thing he brings

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Day 2 of my FebFeels art month is Dean and Cas stealing a moment in the woods. (Cas had found some wild bees he wanted to show Dean. Dean got distracted.)

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😂😂I love this so fucking much.

Happy Valentine's Destiel Wedding Day!!!!

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What about, instead of Dean showing Cas the ropes to Hunting 101 after the angel becomes human, Dean actually finds himself surprised to learn that Cas knows his stuff really well?

Yeah, Dean had been totally prepared to give the guy long and thorough demonstrations and get extra handsy on the shooting range - merely for teaching purposes, of course -, but before he even has a chance to open his mouth Cas casually snaps the gun out of his hand and begins to shoot the target.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The perfect stance, the right breathing technique, a steady grip.

And every single shot goes right into the bull’s eye.

While Dean stares at the scene unfolding in front of him with wide eyes Cas simply raises his brows and reminds the hunter, “I’ve been a soldier since before the existence of your kind was even an idea. I fought, I battled, and I know every weapon out there in the world by heart, past and present.”

A smug smile plays around his lips as the bastard eventually leans in and whispers, “Just so you know, I could actually show you a few tricks.”

Then he grins widely and walks out, leaving a baffled and fairly aroused Dean behind in the process.

And Dean just knows in that exact moment that he is so very, very screwed.

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Dean’s looking through Cas’s contacts for the number of their favorite pizza place. (Really, why isn’t it on speed dial by now?) He slides through the first few letters of the alphabet, then back up to D. He pauses. “Hey, Cas?”

Cas is at the opposite end of the couch, watching the news on the TV screen with a frown. He doesn’t bother to look at Dean. “Yes?”

“Why am I saved as Dean Winchester on your phone?” He can’t help his derisive tone.

Cas, brow furrowed, slides his gaze to Dean. “I was under the impression that was your name.”

“It is,” Dean says. He scratches his chin. “It’s just - I mean, we’ve known each other for six years, dude.”

Cas is ignoring the TV now, which is a feat, but he’s also staring at Dean through narrowed eyes. “Yes,” he says slowly. “I’m glad you can count that high.”

“Shut up,” Dean says, making a face. “I’m just sayin’ - we’re best friends, aren’t we?”

Cas blinks, still confused. “Yes. What does that have to do with your name?”

Dean pulls out his own phone. “Look,” he says, then taps on the screen a few times before showing Cas his contact info.

Cas has to lean in to see. “’Cas’ is certainly my name,” he confirms, then lifts his gaze to Dean with concern. “Dean, are you feeling alright?”

Thing is, Dean’s phone doesn’t just say Cas. It says Cas with a little bee emoji. It certainly doesn’t say Castiel Novak. Jesus. He’s not sure how to explain the difference to Cas without feeling like an idiot, so he tries a different tack: “Including my last name is weird, man.”

“Because?”

“It just is! I mean, I’m not goin’ around with my mom saved as Mary Winchester, am I?”

“No, since she’s saved under ‘mom’ because that’s what you call her. You’re saved as Dean Winchester because I call you Dean Winchester.”

“You only call me that when you’re pissed,” Dean says, stammering. “And it reminds me of my mom. Trust me - it’s weird.”

Cas is doing the thing again. Staring at Dean with narrowed eyes, picking apart information in that creepy way of his, making silent deductions like he’s Sherlock Holmes, except infinitely hotter. “That’s not why it bothers you” is all he says.

Dean’s face is on fire. “We’re best friends, man,” he says weakly, not knowing what else to say that could capture this very specific frustration. Then he shakes his head. He can’t believe he’s put off ordering his pizza for this. “Whatever,” he eventually says. He directs his attention back to pizza. “Pepperoni OK? We can get mushrooms on one side or something, you fungus freak.”

Cas doesn’t answer. All he does is frown, then pluck his phone out from Dean’s grip and start tapping away. It’s only a few seconds later that Cas is handing it back.

Dean takes a look. Cas has changed Dean’s contact info, and now it says Dean ♥. Dean’s heart jumps in his throat. Face burning, he looks at Cas.

Cas has already turned back to the news. But… Is Dean imagining it, or are Cas’s ears turning red? “Didn’t know what else to put,” Cas mumbles. “There’s no Chevy Impala emoji. And pepperoni’s fine.”

Dean’s grinning all of a sudden. He can’t stifle it. He doesn’t know what to do with this giddiness, so he just scrolls through Cas’s contacts and dials the pizza place.

He’s on the phone ordering the half pepperoni-half mushroom pizza when Cas finally turns and meets his gaze. He sees Dean’s smile and shakes his head in exasperation, but he’s biting down on a smile himself.

Dean’s still smiling when the pizza gets there.

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Title: stay

Rating: explicit

Length: three chapters. word count: 15 073.

Paring: dean/cas, minor sam/eileen

Tags: post episode 15x20, canon compliant, post canon fix-it, light angst, happy ending

Summary:

Standing on the bridge beside his brother, Dean looks around.

Something’s wrong.

Because this Heaven, this place Dean supposedly deserves, just seems so… empty.

Preview:

The brook babbles. The birds sing. The wind blows and the sun shines. It’s beautiful, peaceful, and wrong.

This is Heaven? The Heaven Dean deserves is a silent bar, an endless road, and a bridge in the middle of nowhere? That doesn’t feel right.

Dean’s world has long since expanded beyond his car and his brother. Those are only two pieces to the larger whole of Dean’s life. There’s more to it than that. Family doesn’t end in blood.

All at once, the realization takes Dean over.

“Sammy,” Dean says, the smile fading from his face, “something’s wrong.”

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cannot believe I’ve only been a spn fan again for three months it feels like three YEARS… anyway happy anniversary to these old geezers

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Dean hums along to whatever Castiel is saying, "and then I landed on the Moon, yes?" The angel continues, trying to control his voice so it doesn't show his amusement, he reaches back with a hand to offer Dean another piece of red licorice, getting a grateful press of lips right between his shoulderblades.

"Yeah," Dean says around a mouthful, sounding distracted. Not like Castiel is surprised about that, he started making up his stories ten minutes ago, but Dean, focused as he is on the wings in front of him, hasn't even noticed yet. Castiel can hear the mattress creaking softly as he shifts around, admiring how the light makes the color of his feathers change and how they shine.

"And the penguin was there all along, needless to say the Pope was quite happy about it." He finishes.

"That's great, Cas." A hand runs over his feathers, reverently, leaving a pleasant tingle in its wake. Dean carefully picks another loose feather, getting rid of it and adding it to the pile of the ones he has already taken care of, not many since Castiel grooms his wings regularly, well Dean does it for him nowadays, an intimate moment Castiel never dared to dream sharing with Dean, a moment of peace and quiet.

"Wait, what?" Castiel stiffens a laugh. "Did you just say there was a penguin on the Moon?"

"Among other things, yes, I noticed your attention had diverted from my stories a while ago." Dean gives his right wing an apologetic caress, the feathers seeming to gleam more brightly under the loving attention.

"Well," Dean clears his throat, Castiel doesn't need to see him to know he is shrugging lightly, "I got a bit carried away with the grooming." Dean might not say it out loud but Castiel knows what this moment means to him, being able to see and touch Castiel's wings is an honor for him, he knows this is just another way for Cas to tell him how much he trusts him. He has heard him more than once muttering to himself a gentle 'beautiful' during times like this.

"It's okay, Dean." He smiles, blindly reaching back to pat Dean's knee the best he can with the awkward angle, Dean's hand closing over his own for a brief moment.

"I am almost done, by the way."

"Take all the time you want."

He feels Dean's thumb grazing over the back of his neck, up and down, a couple times before Dean gets back to work, a comfortable silence falls between them until Dean is done. He, Castiel notices, is still staring in awe at his wings once one of them is drapped protectively over him as they lay together in their bed.

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the light behind your eyes

dean/castiel – ~ 3.8k words – ao3

A simple hunt, a vampire nest. Nothing they haven’t done in the past fifteen years. They fought God himself and won, and this is what kills him? No, absolutely not. But when he feels the rebar pierce right through his back, he thinks this is it. He tries to reach for it; tries to feel where, what it hit, with his hand. There’s blood, he lets his fingers feel it, but it’s not a lot. Deep breath, he thinks. Didn’t hit the lungs. There’s no blood coming from my mouth, either. Organs should be fine, then. Nothing too life-threatening. Though if they didn’t get him to a hospital fast, possibly that too.

“Sammy,” he chokes on a sob. “Sam, you have to call 911.” He looks at his brother, the machete still in his right hand. Sam nods then; the clatter of the blade falling to the ground startling a little in the quiet of the barn. Frantic hands covered in blood trying to unlock the phone.

Sam takes a deep breath as the phone rings and he hears the dispatcher say “911, what is your emergency?”, but something catches his eye. Someone’s walking towards them slowly.

“Hello? Are you there?”

“Umm. My brother, he–” The phone slips from his hand and falls to the ground when Sam recognizes the figure walking over. “Cas?”

Dean thinks he’s hallucinating. Or dead. Yeah, he definitely must be dead already. This, this can’t be happening. There’s no way that’s Cas who’s coming straight for him. He saw him die. He saw it. He feels Cas pull him from the rebar, then the light brush of a finger against his temple, and when the pain subsides, he knows it’s true; it’s Cas. “You…”

He sees more than hears Sam picking up his phone and explaining - or lying – to the dispatcher in his peripherals. He sees him hang up, then reluctantly shove his phone back in his pocket.

“Hello, Dean.” There’s a soft smile, playing only around his mouth, the Angel’s face otherwise serious. Dean gasps, the familiarity of Cas’ voice makes his heart clench.

“I saw you die,” Dean grits out reluctantly. He doesn’t want it to sound as heartbroken as it does. He wants to be pissed off, angry. But really, all he feels is relief.

“Well,” Cas scratches the back of his neck, then lowers his gaze to look at his feet. “I was. Dead, I mean. When… After you defeated Chuck, Jack brought me back,” Cas straightens his posture, and looks back up at Dean, “and we have been work–”

“He brought you back?” Dean interrupts incredulous, his voice loud. He takes a step closer to Cas, staring at him. His lips, his eyes, the way his shoulders are still hunched a little. It’s all Cas. “He…”, Dean clears his throat, “Sorry, did you say he brought you back? And you didn’t think to, I dunno, let us know?” Dean feels his anger take over and he stabs a finger against Cas’ chest. “I watched you die, I watched you be taken by the Empty, and you didn’t even think to let me know that you were okay? After you–after you told me that–” Dean huffs and turns away, doesn’t want Cas to see the hurt in his eyes take over. Cas knows Dean’s anger. He doesn’t need to see his hurt.

Cas puts a hand on Dean’s shoulder, but Dean pulls away quickly, can’t stand that Cas’ hand brings up the familiarity of his touch. “Don’t you touch me,” he hisses and Castiel gnaws at his lower lip. His arm is still right where he wanted to hold Dean. Dean knows Cas meant it as a reassuring gesture, but it only felt belittling.

“Sam, could you wait in the car?” Dean says, doesn’t want Sam to see all this. Doesn’t want Sam to know all this. He knows the basics, and that’s enough. Dean pulls the car keys from his pockets, tosses them to Sam and he catches them easily. He leaves without another word.

“I helped Jack,” Cas states. Simple, as it is. A fact. Dean knows it’s more than that, though. It’s an argument. It’s an excuse; an explanation for why he couldn’t be down here, but Dean doesn’t want to listen to it.

He feels thrown back to that Godawful day. It’s still there, hovering over him, and it still takes his breath away. Cas had looked happy, and content, like it didn’t even matter that he had to leave him. Like it was okay to die. And it was, for Castiel it was okay to die that day because it was for Dean, he knows that much now. But for Dean, when Cas was gone, everything else didn’t matter anymore. His heart races, and there’s cold sweat pooling at his hairline. Breathe, he thinks. In through the nose, out through the mouth. He repeats it, five times, in through the nose, out through the mouth, for good measure. Finally, he looks up to where Cas is still standing still.

“Cas, you told me that you loved me. You told me your true happiness was telling me, no, was just saying that you loved me.” Dean shakes his head, thumb and trigger finger pulling at his upper lip.

“Yes, Dean. I remember.”

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Cas's face in the third gif. He's not even surprised. 😂

happy three month anniversary! → 2.05.2021  ↳ “happiness isn’t in the having. it’s in being. it’s in just saying it.”

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Dean’s looking through Cas’s contacts for the number of their favorite pizza place. (Really, why isn’t it on speed dial by now?) He slides through the first few letters of the alphabet, then back up to D. He pauses. “Hey, Cas?”

Cas is at the opposite end of the couch, watching the news on the TV screen with a frown. He doesn’t bother to look at Dean. “Yes?”

“Why am I saved as Dean Winchester on your phone?” He can’t help his derisive tone.

Cas, brow furrowed, slides his gaze to Dean. “I was under the impression that was your name.”

“It is,” Dean says. He scratches his chin. “It’s just - I mean, we’ve known each other for six years, dude.”

Cas is ignoring the TV now, which is a feat, but he’s also staring at Dean through narrowed eyes. “Yes,” he says slowly. “I’m glad you can count that high.”

“Shut up,” Dean says, making a face. “I’m just sayin’ - we’re best friends, aren’t we?”

Cas blinks, still confused. “Yes. What does that have to do with your name?”

Dean pulls out his own phone. “Look,” he says, then taps on the screen a few times before showing Cas his contact info.

Cas has to lean in to see. “’Cas’ is certainly my name,” he confirms, then lifts his gaze to Dean with concern. “Dean, are you feeling alright?”

Thing is, Dean’s phone doesn’t just say Cas. It says Cas with a little bee emoji. It certainly doesn’t say Castiel Novak. Jesus. He’s not sure how to explain the difference to Cas without feeling like an idiot, so he tries a different tack: “Including my last name is weird, man.”

“Because?”

“It just is! I mean, I’m not goin’ around with my mom saved as Mary Winchester, am I?”

“No, since she’s saved under ‘mom’ because that’s what you call her. You’re saved as Dean Winchester because I call you Dean Winchester.”

“You only call me that when you’re pissed,” Dean says, stammering. “And it reminds me of my mom. Trust me - it’s weird.”

Cas is doing the thing again. Staring at Dean with narrowed eyes, picking apart information in that creepy way of his, making silent deductions like he’s Sherlock Holmes, except infinitely hotter. “That’s not why it bothers you” is all he says.

Dean’s face is on fire. “We’re best friends, man,” he says weakly, not knowing what else to say that could capture this very specific frustration. Then he shakes his head. He can’t believe he’s put off ordering his pizza for this. “Whatever,” he eventually says. He directs his attention back to pizza. “Pepperoni OK? We can get mushrooms on one side or something, you fungus freak.”

Cas doesn’t answer. All he does is frown, then pluck his phone out from Dean’s grip and start tapping away. It’s only a few seconds later that Cas is handing it back.

Dean takes a look. Cas has changed Dean’s contact info, and now it says Dean ♥. Dean’s heart jumps in his throat. Face burning, he looks at Cas.

Cas has already turned back to the news. But… Is Dean imagining it, or are Cas’s ears turning red? “Didn’t know what else to put,” Cas mumbles. “There’s no Chevy Impala emoji. And pepperoni’s fine.”

Dean’s grinning all of a sudden. He can’t stifle it. He doesn’t know what to do with this giddiness, so he just scrolls through Cas’s contacts and dials the pizza place.

He’s on the phone ordering the half pepperoni-half mushroom pizza when Cas finally turns and meets his gaze. He sees Dean’s smile and shakes his head in exasperation, but he’s biting down on a smile himself.

Dean’s still smiling when the pizza gets there.

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SPN 15x18 "I love you"