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i-smell-magic · 1 year
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GUYS IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY 💚💚🎂🎂
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reddieandwaiting87 · 2 years
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Top 5 most cringeworthy casshole scenes?
Top 5 cringe asstiel scenes?
Putting these together cause it's the same ask. Duh XD
Oh Asstiel once an interesting side character that well and truly over stayed his welcome.
Remember this isn't a list of the many awful things this idiot has done but the scenes of his that make me cringe.
1.) Number one has to be that god awful scene from 15x18.
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I'm using this gift because the infamous *love* gift is just to close to his ugly puffy face. Not only is this scene poorly written and horrible acted. (the fact that it looks like Misha is actual trying for once is even sadder.) Even if you see this as a romantic confession (it wasn't) which would make it even worse (it wasn't though remember that) cause it came out the fuck no where. Having Asstiel's whole character just be all about Dean is a slap in the face to actual Asstiel fans.
Though Asstiel's finale ever scene becoming a meme pretty much sums up his character by the end of the show.
2.) The whole Castiel!Lucifer crap. The fact Sam was trapped with Lucifer AGAIN and didn't break. Meanwhile Lucifer only has to say a few words to Asstiel and Lucifer get's the stupid bastard to agree to say yes to him. Wow what a little baby. Yet another time where Asstiel causes more issues and Death amd get's away with it.
Never mind the retcon and bad acting that followed. Just look at the gift below. Trust Misha to ruin one of the last actual good seasons of Supernatural.
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This list is meant to be just about Asstiel but just look at this?!?!?! 🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮
3.) Other world Castiel.....who sounds like a nazi. Even when he is *evil* he is so fucking lame I can't.
I could find a gift and having to look at Castiel/Destiel gifts is too much on my poor eyes. More bad acting from Misha BTW.
4.) Now we all know Asstiel well out stayed his welcome and they had to find reasons for why he wasn't in most episodes (like we gave a fuck.) With the Asstiel mention they did. Trying to make it sound like the fucker actually did anything apart from screw up. So the fews times he was on screen he was the 3rd wheel quite alot. But one of the more obvious scenes of this was in one of my favourite moments of the show. Or at least later seasons. 14x12 prophet and loss. We get an brilliant brother scene with Jared fucking killing it with the acting. It's such a great moment so of course who randomly comes walking into and adding nothing? You guessed it old 3rd wheel asstiel himself.
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Can't find a gift of that moment cause who would actual gifted it?!? So will show the important bit. But yep another example of him adding nothing and just being there. Zzzzzzz
5.) In S7 when he goes nuts after taking on Sam's Hallucinations. Again shows how much stronger Sam is compared to this lame ass angel *warrior*. Sam was able to deal with Halucifer for months while Asstiel goes nuts right off the bat. Anyway cue Asstiel being dumber then normally and talking about bees.
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Awesome. Really glad he came out of that lake. 👍
Thank you both anons this was fun.
Though I had to look at too many Destiel gifts for my liking and Misha's ugly mug.
I will say though when you look at older seasons of Asstiel. You really see how much and badly Misha has aged. 😬
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touchstarvedsam · 3 years
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I was really gonna ignore that "superior"natural thing but I saw that they seem to have some talented artists. So I thought maybe they are doing something interesting (even if it's destiel) so I checked out their Google doc and omg I'm HOWLING! Eileen calls Sam moosie, Cas calls Dean squirrel. Dean calls Cas kitten, Sam calls Eileen otter. They say it's just a incollection of ideas that might not make it into the project, but you get a sense of what you're dealing with there. And this is from1/?
A brief perusal to see how much attention Sam gets compared to Dean & Cas (a word search gave 27/87/100 results for each respectively, so not too much attention to Sam. But sure, Sam is the favorite character of some of their writers). I'm sure a deeper reading will unearth more (like, Dean saying you are home to Cas, who says we're not at the bunker, Dean replies but you are home. That sounds like something Dean would say. And Dean wishes a tulpa into existence 'cause he misses Cas too much)2/?
They say they want to eliminate plot holes but it seems what's a plot hole depends on whether it serves their ship: purgatory stays (we know they love that arc) even if it makes no sense for Crowley and Cas to go through that much in S6 when apparently there are many ways in and out. Cas, the guy who failed at almost everything he's done, is a "master strategist". Every other retcon of later seasons stays as long as it serves ship purposes. Sam gets his fair share of attention but Dean is the3/?
One who teaches Cas about being human including the textures of food (Sam and Cas pbj moment erasure) and Cas should be the one to teach Jack about his powers (no mention of Sam and Jack's relationship). Other ooc things: Cas rides a bike and when Dean asks says it reminds him of flying. After Cain, Dean takes Cas to the farm for bees (?). Cas and Dean snuggle. Knowing Cas is alive gives demon Dean strength to fight to be cured? Dean speaks enochian to Cas. Cas making a mixtape for Dean. 4/?
Cas being in regarding Dean. "Baby jack walking around in cas’s trench coat going “I’m an angel”." Home alone type ep with Jack. Dean kissing cas's forehead when he's dead in 13.01. Crowley is Jack's godfather and gets him a hellhound pet. Sam has a pet fish? Dean sings you're my sunshine to Cas as he sleeps. "Uncle Gabe". Apparently John dropped Sam and Dean off at Bobby's all the time? I don't think this is canon? Keep 15.18 but change 19&20 (of course). There's no drama or angst like 5/?
Kevin's death or Crowley's death or anything that might add tension to the story. Unless of course it serves the ship so plenty of trauma for Cas including darkness (from the empty) and sharp objects (from Naomi). A small mention of Sam's trauma with Lucifer, thank God, but it's interesting that they have so little Sam. They can say they'll flesh out more arcs for Sam but it's clear he's not a priority from how he's not present where he should be. For example, Dean will explain everything 6/?
To Mary and break her out of her brainwashing. But where's Sam? She's his mother too. Other than Eileen Sam's most meaningful relationship seems to be with his pet fish (still confused about that). Even if this project gets better in the future, which I doubt, it's clear what the direction here is. It baffles me that they think this is superior to the show we have, as problematic as the show is. I wish them best of luck but I don't have any high hopes for this. Thanks for the laughs though. 7/7
Sorry for that long ass rant in your inbox. It's in the middle of the night but I'm cackling after reading their doc and I had to share it with someone. I thought you might find it amusing as well. Hopefully all my asks go through. On the one hand, I feel bad hating on a fan project. But the way they've positioned it ("superior"), the blatant disrespect to Sam, and all the shit their side has pulled since the finale (and long before that) has really irked me. Again, sorry.
I just- this whole thing was a whirlwind of nonsense, it took me a whole week to process it. I don’t even know where to start here, or if I want to just yeet my laptop out my bedroom window into the snow. They really consider their ideas superior to the original show? More like Inferiornatural, to be honest. Superinferiornatural? They can’t even seem to characterize them correctly, let alone come up with a decent plotline or idea.
So we’ll start with the nicknames, since that is where you started. The whole thing is painfully out of character, but the worst (and funniest) of them all is Dean calling Cas “kitten,” I might actually laugh myself into an early grave with that one. Dean gives nicknames to shorten people’s names (besides Sam; Sammy is the only person who gets an extended nickname). He’s not going to give someone a longer nickname than the original nickname he uses for them! And Cas wouldn’t actually give nicknames, especially not giving Dean the nickname Crowley gave him??? Otter?! Moosie?!  W H A T. Can we move on from grade school kiddie crush nicknames?
I’m currently manifesting Dean saying “kitten” in his gruff voice with that lip curl he does sometimes and I’m cracking up about it. Thanks for the amusement, heIIers.
Of course Sam would only be mentioned 27 times to Cas’ 100 because Sam means nothing to them. He’s only ever either been in their way or a cheerleader for that horribly characterized ship of theirs. I just love how, in order to make DestieI, they have to butcher the characters so irreparably that they’re unrecognizable. Good for them, they can’t even have fanfiction of their ship where the characters keep their canon personalities. 10/10 would laugh at again.
I love the Sam erasure. It’s true to the heIIers’ character at least. They’re a one-trick pony. I’m so used to it by now that I’m totally desensitized to their bullshit. But Dean speaking Enochian? What? When and how did he learn that? I can’t see Dean in his 30s sitting there willingly to learn the language of the angels. Not even if his “kitten” is the one to teach him. Dean doesn’t give a fuck about that. If any of them is going to learn Enochian, it’ll be Sam, and they can fight me on that. I will kick anyone’s ass that argues.
I hope the mixtape Cas makes for Dean is just 4 hours of that Spaghetti song by The Wiggles because Cas sucks at doing human things.
I’d love to see the Sam erasure in the Regarding Dean one. Just swap Sam out for Cas? So Cas is the only one Dean recognizes? Hmm. Where would Sam go? A smoothie place? Yeah, as if Dean would remember the angel who he’d barely known for 8 years at that time over Sam who he’d known since he was 4 years old, lol. Sure, Jan.
The entire 5th ask is WILD, nonnie. A pet fish? Dean singing you are my sunshine? Dean kissing Cas’ forehead? LMFAO. Crowley is Jack’s godfather. The KING OF HELL is Jack’s GODfather. I’m- hgfjdksl I’m sure Dean who was ripped apart by hellhounds would love for Jack to have a pet hellhound. Yeah. Absolutely. “Uncle Gabe” yeah, fuck that guy in particular. Honestly, I’m surprised they haven’t erased Eileen to make SabrieI endgame in their fic. SabrieI is the Sam version of DestieI. It’s just as nasty and abusive :) which was why the heIIers ship it. They’re into abuse. It’s their shtick.
I do wonder what the point of the fish is... Sam has always loved and wanted a dog... you’d think they’d give Sam a dog... but I forgot they don’t pay attention to the show unless the episode has Mushy in the credits. I literally saw a heIIer say they skipped episodes if Mushy wasn’t in the credits... so they don’t know how to characterize Sam or Dean, but from this message they don’t even know how to characterize Cas who seems to be their precious uwu baby angel so I’m not surprised. I can’t wait for them to start releasing this shitshow. It makes for good fodder to make fun of them all over again. They really watched a grand total of 146 out of 327 episodes and thought, “Yeah, my opinion about the show definitely matters,” and I think that’s fucking hilarious.
Sorry for taking so long to respond! Hope I did a good job, nonnie. <3
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casmybelovedass · 4 years
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The Destiel Folder: Season 7
[Season 4; Season 5; Season 6]
This season is mostly Dean being a depressed bi who can't cope with his crush's death.
This is, in my opinion, the season where Dean actually starts realizing he might for real think of Cas as something more.
Episode 1:
Cas is basically gone, both Bobby and Sam (almost) are ready to compel to whatever he says, but Dean still tries to get him to come back. "You can turn this around. Please!" (3:13) Denial
Dean has no idea how to deal with God!Castiel, but desperate to find him, and getting emotional "I don't even know what book to hit for this." "Then figure it out!" (5:47) Anger
As we have said many times already, angels don't have a sex, Castiel is not a man, and as he states, he is "utterly indifferent to sexual orientation" (8:03), and so is Chuck, God himself, who has admitted having had both girlfriends and boyfriends.
Dean turns off the news the moment he hears a woman describe Cas as "young and sexy", while doing that jaw clentch thing of his (10:14) ... huh... [and this doesn't really matter, but after this we immediately see Dean in a purple flannel. PURPLE! Go Bi!Dean]
"He's not a guy, he's a God [...] Cas is never coming back. He's lied to us, he's used us, he's cracked your gourd like it was nothing. No more talk. We've spent enough on him." (11:09) Dean trying to jump to the 5th stage of grief. Yeah, no baby that's not how it works
Dean tries so hard to convince himself that Cas's gone so he can kill him, but can't really. "Just kill him now!" and struggles hard to hold Castiel's glare. And as soon as Death offers a second option to killing him, Dean takes it. Bargening
"Dean, look, I know you think Cas is gone." "That's because he is." (31:22) Again with trying to jump to acceptance. Not doing great, Dean. In fact, "Yeah, you know how I'm gonna deal? I'm gonna stuff my pie hole, I'm gonna drink, and I'm gonna watch some asian cartoon porn. And act like the world's about to explode, because it is." (32:17) There it is. Depression.
[Remember this: Dean has no shame in watching porn in front of his brother. Wait a few seasons and see]
Just moments earlier, Dean was all "That's not Cas, Cas is dead" and shit, and now he goes "What? You need something else?" worried-husband-mode the moment Cas asks for help (34:50). Also#MARRIED (35:16)
Bobby: "Where's Sam? It's go time." Dean: *looks back at Cas worried* (37:12)
MUST HELP HUSBAND (38:06) look at Dean's eyes!!! They're like 'It's okay, it's okay. You've got this.' "I'm sorry, Dean." Cas chose these words to be his last, thinking he was going to die. LOOK AT DEAN (38:21) ICWAW this would MEAN SOMETHING ELSE
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"CAS! [...] Is he breathing? ... Maybe angels don't need to breathe." says the one who was going around saying Cas was gone for good. "He's gone, Dean." "... damn it... *tears up* Cas, you child... Why didn't you listen to me." #MARRIED (39:15) Then he goes "CAS?!" as soon as he starts breathing again. ICWAW, we would SCREAM "LOVE" in this scene
"Imma find some way to redeem myself to you *looks at Dean straight in the eyes*" "*looks at Cas up and down*... Alright, well, one thing at the time, come on. Let's get you out of here." "I mean it, Dean." *eye love-making* "... Okay." (40:30) ICWAW, oooohhh, the meanings this scene would have...
Dean's face when the Leviathans tell him Cas is dead. Again. (41:18)
Episode 2:
Dean looking at the Leviathans occupying Cas' body. The HATE (1:44)
"... okay... so he's gone. *shakes while tearing up* [...] Dumb son of a bitch..." (5:14) Here we go again... I'm fine, shut up
Dean picks up, washes, folds and keeps Cas' coat (5:23) SWEET
"You just lost one of the best friends you've ever had." this hurts me. "... I'm fine, really." (12:11)
"You asked me how I was doing? Well, not good." (38:54)
Episode 5:
Dean progressively drinks more as his nightmares get worse and he misses Cas more and more. 3 times we see him drink, only in the first 12 minutes.
Sam can tell Dean feels like shit, and bet one of those reasons is Cas "Like it or not, the stuff you don't talk about, it doesn't just go away. It builds up." (39:33) Yeah, and not only problems or grief... even love
Episode 7:
Not a destiel moment, but Dean totally got hit on by the waiter. LOL (7:30)
And again. What is it with men in this town and Dean. "We're looking for a necklace." "Romantic. *looks at Dean*" (12:17). Is it an energy reading thing or something? Can they feel the bi energy?
"The Campbell brothers. [...] They weren't actually brothers. That was a cover for their, uhm... alternative life style." (22:40) Huh... I guess calling your lover "brother" runs in the family
"Ever since Cas... I'm having a hard time trusting anybody." (40:44) ouch
Episode 9:
Dean is drunk/high on Leviathan juice, and the first thing he thinks and blabbers about, is Cas (19:48) "I don't even care anymore." Oooohh ICWAW... the possibilities for this scene
Episode 12:
Dean totally checked out that man in uniform. FIGHT ME (16:27)
Episode 13:
"You're head's not in it, man. When Cas died, you were wobbly, but now-" "Now what!!" (39:35) as soon as Sam mentions Cas' death, Dean gets snappy
Episode 17:
Dean keeps getting snappy whenever Sam mentions Cas
"OH my God the love of my life is alive!" (13:02-13:06)
Dean's face when Daphne touches Cas (13:25), and when he calls her his wife (13:41)
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AND HIS FUCKING FACE TRYING NOT TO TEAR UP BECAUSE CAS DOESN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT HIM (14:16)
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You mean to tell me that ICWAW this wouldn't be seen as a mini desperation moment from a man seeing his lover in this situation? Yeah, I don't think so
"What if you were some sort of... I don't know, bad guy." "I... I don't feel like a bad person." Dean's face is like "Damn right you aren't" (16:50)
"He betrayed you, this dude. He was your friend?" Dean looking at him... can't even answer the question (19:59)
Dean says Cas' betrayal is something he cant get over like everything else. And that he doesn't know why. "It doesn't matter why." "Of course it matters!" (20:25)
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Dean gets visibly uneasy about Meg being so close to Cas (25:34) jealous boyfriend is jealous
Dean doesn't want Cas to remember, afraid he'll leave again (32:18)
"I've known you for years!" (32:34) poor baby. Also "You're an angel." "Uhm, I'm sorry? Is that a flirtation?" DEAN'S FACE (32:42)
Dean doesn't want Cas to be hurt by his own memories and past actions (33:00)
"You used to fight together. Bestest friends, actually." Yeah, look at that reaction. Let's see how he reacts to being called his boyfriend later on (33:09)
#MARRIED!!! I'll just leave this. No comment (33:41)
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As Cas regains his memories, only 2 of the ones we see are not of Dean. And the only one we hear is the "I'm sorry, Dean." . That is what matters to Cas (and this looks like a slash video. Kudos to the editors) "I remember you... I remember everything." Yeah, no-homo save (34:35)
Not even an hour earlier, Dean was ranting about Cas betraying him, how he couldn't forget and forgive him, and now he is saying Cas did "the best you could at the time", but Cas actually feels guilt and doesn't want Dean to defend him, but Dean does anyway (36:53)
"We didn't part as friends, Dean." "*looks at Cas up and down*... So what?" "I deserved to die." the look on Dean's face (37:18)
Dean gives Cas his trench coat back. The trench coat he kept, folded and all the the truck, for weeks. And that's not even Baby. So he moved the coat, to always have it with him (37:26). I'm not crying, shut up
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Also, here, have a deleted scene that breaks my heart
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Episode 20:
Let us all appreciate that one time Dean helped a lesbian flirt with a dude (24:27-25:03)
Episode 21:
Dean is devastated about Cas' mental state, that he did that to himself to save Sam. Look at his eyes in this scene (16:08). Also, Dean still resents Cas for the whole 'New God' crap, but it feels like the real reason is the fact that he left (19:18)
"Cas! Don't make me pull this car over!" "Are you angry? Why are you angry? *puppy eyes*" "... No I-I'm..." #MARRIED (27:28)
Cas says he won't fight anymore, but as soon as Dean's in trouble, he FLIPS
"The angels... they don't care... I think maybe they don't have the equipment to care." (31:49) Touchy much, Dean?, are you trying to convince yourself about that? It feels like he's making excuses to not let himself feel anything for Cas. "It seems like when they try, it just... breaks them apart." ... OK, fuck everything, ICWAW this would totally be seen as romantic angsty reference to Cas
Cas is so lost in his guilt for what he has caused. He looks like a baby, and it gets worse when it comes to Dean
"Why should we give you anything? After everything you have taken from us? The very touch of you curropts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!" (36:50) okay damn, ICWAW all of this would seem as if they were talking about a love relationship between the two and you can't tell me otherwise
'HURT HUSBAND-MUST PROTECT MODE' (37:17)
"The bone of a righteous mortal and the blood of a fallen angel" ... shut up, I'm dying over these clues (39:11)
"What are you gonna do, Cas?" Dean's eyes are begging him to stay. ICWAW, we would point that out without a shadow of a doubt (39:40)
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Episode 23:
"Dude... on my car. He showed up naked... covered in bees!" ... come on, ICWAW this would be a HUGE deal (5:10)
"Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first." (8:51) LISTEN HERE. I study psychology, and one of the first things they teach you is that jokes are based on the truth. HOW MANY OF THESE JOKES WERE MADE?! HUH??!! (plus all the "Dick" jokes Sam made) Also Dean's reaction with the jaw clentch... just saying
Cas keeps stating he doesn't want to fight, but again, Dean's in trouble? FIGHT MODE
"*soft shoulder touch, puppy eyes, serves Dean a sandwich*" ... SOFT #MARRIED COUPLE (18:27)
"You got anything to say on the topic of dicks?" you'd like that, wouldn't you, Dean? (26:42)
Cas is afraid he will do something to cause Dean more trouble. Let's remember he chose what he believed were his last words to be "I'm sorry, Dean.", but as we know, Dean deals with feelings by showing anger... Cas gets upset and copes by playing twister... pathetic. "I can't help. [...] I destroyed everything and I will destroy everything again!" for a moment, Cas is lucid, and expresses his fear, but as soon as Dean gets angry with him, Cas gows back to hide in his world of crazy (26:47)
"I'm not good luck, Dean." "... You know what? [...] I'd rather have you. Cursed or not." Look at Cas' soft little smile as it grows. ICWAW, this would be read as another confession (32:38)
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"I'll go with you." SOFT
SEE??! The MOMENT Dick threatens Dean, Cas goes full Angel of the Lord on his ass. MUST PROTECT HUSBAND (36:52) and the utter shock on Dean's face is priceless
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And here comes PurGAYtory
[Season 8>>]
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warynerd · 2 years
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I will hold on to you, destiel, t, 1700w ◌ It’s New Year’s Eve, time to celebrate as a family before life goes back to normal. Or whatever passes for normal for a Winchester. [ao3]
A continuation from my advent entries.
The Basics: Castiel was rescued in an unspecified way after 15x18, and has chosen to live a life with Dean and has de-powered himself (exactly how is also unspecified), allowing him to taste food, his vessel to age, etc.; the Wayward family has been visiting for a combined Christmas; Jack is just a Nephilim, having given the power they took from Chuck to a reconstituted Amara; Dean and Castiel are in an established relationship and just proposed to each other, a fact which a (happily) drunken Dean revealed to everyone, besides Sam, who is still clueless; Sam and Eileen are still together; Claire and Jack are starting to have a sibling relationship; Jack is still discovering themselves and prefers they/them.
With Alex and Jody having to go to work on Monday, all of the women besides Claire and Kaia—who are staying until they find a new case—would be heading home the day after New Year's. So Dean had bought some fireworks to help them go out with a bang. Fireworks that Dean and Sam were attempting to set up now.
Dean is wearing his flannel pyjamas under his jeans—as well as inside out underwear for luck, thanks to an article Dean read during a night of insomnia—and three layers on top to stay warm; the AC/DC shirt Castiel had borrowed and wore yesterday that has yet to be washed, a plain grey sweater that was very soft when Castiel’s head rested on Dean’s shoulder after breakfast earlier, and the new coat Castiel bought him after feeling guilty, and sad, seeing the one stained in his blood among Dean’s clothing. Sam is wearing a grey beanie that covers his hair.
Based on their arguing about not understanding the application necessary to schedule the various detonations, they should have asked one of the girls for help. Of course, they also should have started work on this project before New Year’s Eve.
Not that Castiel was going to say anything, he quite enjoys standing back wrapped in a blanket while he sipped at the hot toddy; a new recipe he is trying out to utilise his surplus honey. He was ostensibly there to ensure his bees were not disturbed, really, he was just watching Dean work. And it was always promising when Dean got this flustered. Dean would want to work out his vexations eventually, and a gracious Castiel would volunteer to help his fiancé.
Jack comes out the bunker door and stands next to Castiel on the roof. Jack is looking at Dean and Sam as well, yet their face looks conflicted instead of peaceful. Castiel is not sure why that could be; they seemed fine playing on their new game system earlier with Claire and the other girls.
‘What is it, Jack?’
Jack glances over at him, brows wrinkled in obvious worry. ‘Aunt Amara is coming.’
That causes Castiel to sit up. He has never liked her connection to Dean, but he tries to suppress his initial reaction – she has a unique connection to Jack and has been nothing but helpful, even before Jack restored her. But he does not understand why Jack would be nervous about her visit.
‘What’s wrong? I thought you liked Amara.’ He moves to stand closer so he can wrap Jack in the blanket as well, keeping his arm around him.
‘I do. She was nice to me and understanding. It’s not about her. I just worry that it’s time already.’
Jack was, of course, talking about the deal they made. Amara was going to fix the mess of the multiverse, giving Jack time to live a normal life with their family, and at some eventuality, they would share the power that was once Chuck’s. Castiel could understand from his own failed past attempt the reason why—no one entity should contain total dominion over creation—even if it broke his heart a little to think of Jack having to bear that responsibility.
‘Amara told you that you would live a life with us. I’m sure she’s just here to visit. Maybe she wants to welcome in the New Year with us.’ There’s a shard of doubt in his mind, growing like moss along the dark edges of his mind leftover from the empty – but looking over at Dean, the fragile thing dies. They’re Winchesters, and Winchesters always find a way to beat the odds. Castiel pulls Jack closer, uses the closer hold to ruffle Jack’s hair like Dean taught him.
A now laughing Jack pulls away, trying to fix their hair to its previous style – no doubt by Claire.
‘I’m going to go prepare for the party and her arrival.’
‘I’ll join you in a moment.’ Castiel indicates Dean and Sam with a cant of his head.
Jack nods and gives a knowing smile before they head back into the bunker.
Castiel takes off and roughly folds up the blanket before setting it and his thermos by the door.
Dean and Sam have apparently figured out how to manage the application and moved on to setting up the fireworks, starting from opposite endings of this side of the roof that overlooks the empty field at the side of the building. Dean is bent over and threading some wires together, and Castiel cannot resist a quick snap of the exposed band of his underwear.
Dean yelps and jumps up. ‘I’d say the luck is working already, Dean.’ Castiel smirks at his fiancé's blush.
‘Shut up, Cas.’
‘I’m going in now to help get ready.’ He pauses, unsure how to tell Dean. ‘Jack says Amara is coming.’
Castiel is not sure what to make of the combination of emotions that pass-through Dean’s face before he clears it. ‘What?’
‘Jack is powerful and can feel her power as well.’
‘Right. He’s one with the force.’ Castiel tries to search his memory for the reference. Before he figures it out, Dean is in his space. One hand at his waist, the other on his cheek, tilting him into a quick kiss. ‘We’ll worry about it when she gets here. Now get inside. And make sure no one touches my last pie. I’m saving that.’
Face flushed from the kiss, Castiel nods and turns towards the door. Dean slaps his arse.
‘Now we’re even.’
Castiel rushes back to Dean and uses his surprise to dip him as he kisses him, only pulling back when Dean lets out a deep hum. Dean looks unsteady, eyes glassy, face flushed. ‘Yes, Dean. Now we’re even.’
He walks to the door undisturbed this time. It is only after he has picked up his belongings and has a hand on the door that it dawns on him – Star Wars. He turns back to tell Dean he understood the reference, but he is humming to himself, back to work, so Castiel leaves him to it and walks inside.
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Castiel gets lost in the act of preparation, and before he knows it, the party is underway.
The younger family members are off playing some drinking trivia game that involves ping pong balls and plastic cups that he is not sure he wants to know the details of playing.
While the seasoned hunters are telling funny tales of hunts and years past while straying from heavy topics. Dean’s eyes are lit so brightly, Castiel wishes he could still clearly see his soul in its full glory – this happy, Dean would be magnificent to behold.
As Castiel is up, getting another round of drinks for everyone, he spots the snack table they set up has only one Rice Krispie treat left, so he grabs it for Dean.
‘Aww, thanks, buddy.’ Dean sloppily kisses his cheek, love showing on his face, at the corners of his eyes.
‘Ugh. I thought you guys were bad when it was all pining. It’s so much worse now that you’re dating.’
‘Shut up, Sammy. At least we keep the heavy stuff to our room and not the gym.’
The table’s eyes snap to Sam, who begins to stammer and cough.
Eileen seems not to have caught what Dean said, and when Castiel clarifies, she punches Sam's shoulder. ‘I told you they knew.’
Sam turns what Dean calls his ‘sad puppy dog eyes’ look to her, and she softens, and they both lean in for a kiss.
‘Get a room!’ Dean’s tone was teasing. Dean has told Castiel that he is happy Sam has Eileen – he worries he screwed Sam up by being a bad example.
‘Maybe we will Dea—’
Jack comes into the room, interrupting Sam. ‘Ten minutes!’
Where did the time go?
As the music is stopped, the sound of moving chairs and additional layers of clothing being applied fills the bunker, with everyone preparing to go outside to watch their fireworks display. As soon as his coat is on, Dean is there grabbing his hand and dragging him outside.
Standing there, waiting to count down, with so few minutes left in the year, Castiel decides to tell Dean something he has been thinking of since the night they proposed to each other. He uses the hand Dean is not holding to move him, so they stand facing each other instead of side by side.
‘Dean. We are already bound. We have defied destiny together. Any ceremony would just be a way for us to celebrate our love with friends and family.’ He can see the love in Dean’s eyes and begins to tear up. ‘And I don’t want to wait years or months for that. Dean, will you spend unattached drifter Christmas with me acknowledging our love in front of them?’
Dean is crying now and gives a small laugh at hearing the reference. ‘Yes.’
They are pulled together, impossible to know who moved first, their kiss allowing them to become one. His ears pick up everyone counting down from ten, but he is too distracted to remember why. Coloured lights are already flashing overhead by the time they pull away from each other, resting foreheads together while they catch their breath.
Then Dean starts to laugh, head throwing back. Castiel turns to everyone; Claire and Kaia are in an embrace, Sam and Eileen as well, Jody has a lip print on her cheek, and Jack and the girls look to be exchanging hugs.
Castiel could not have asked for a better moment and turns to the sky to watch the remaining fireworks. When Dean calms down enough, he turns to watch as well, but only for a moment. He seems unable to restrain himself.
‘We have a date!’
Everyone starts asking when and congratulating them before Sam’s shout cuts everyone off.
‘What do you mean you have a date?’
Oops.
Castiel may have forgotten to tell Dean that no one has informed Sam yet; it seems he is the last to know.
It’s Dean’s raised his hand, to show his engagement ring, that starts the argument.
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You want the boys to separate in the end?
Yes. Because it makes the most sense. I don’t say this because I hate them being together please don’t assume that. I love Sam and Dean together, but I find their relationship very interesting in how they have basically been forced from childhood to depend entirely on each other and to not really know how to function without each other and since at least season 8 the show has been showing us just how unhealthy this is.
When I talk about the toxic codependency, I am not being hateful towards the brothers bond. I am just explaining what I feel the show itself has made very clear - that Sam and Dean’s dependence on each other, and desperation to stay joined at the hip, has caused not only a threat to their own safety and mental health, but also a threat to the world. Their terrible decision making when the other is in danger has been shown over and over again. Their willingness not just to die for each other, but to sacrifice the world for each other, is a huge problem, and one that hasn’t been tackled fully in the show, but we have been making great progress with it in the later seasons.
In fact, so much of Chuck’s storyline relies on Sam and Dean’s codependency. In 15x09, the vision that Chuck showed Sam of the future where “they won” was tied heavily to the brothers inability to let each other go, even when they were both extremely unhappy. They just spiralled until they ultimately became what they had always fought against. Of course, there were other key factors such as Dean losing Cas which caused him to give up leaving his only reason for living being his brother (which is a bleak and horrid future but one that did make sense given the season 13 grief arc), but ultimately it was the reiteration of “Butch and Sundance” and the call backs to the warewolf murder suicide from 15x05. Sam and Dean’s codependency is always their downfall.
When the show has explored the brothers separate desires, dreams, and wants, throughout the series, it has always clearly shown how different those desires are. Sam has previously questioned whether he would continue to hunt without Dean. He has said that he couldn’t do it without him, but so much of the time hunting and Sam are not portrayed positively. It always comes across as an obligation or something he has resigned himself to. Sam has explored taking a leadership role - which he suited extremely well until his set back in season 14, and he has also been a sort of apprentice to our Witch Queen Rowena. More recently, his relationship with Eileen has been framed as a realistic goal for him. She is a hunter too, but they are also both legacies. Sam’s desire to learn and gather lore, his interest in magic and his leadership skills have all been built on and explored more heavily in Dabb era. It stands to reason that Sam’s future and endgame lies somewhere among these things.
Dean, on the other hand, thrives in hunting. Where Sam was dragged back into it much to his own protests, Dean always enjoyed it. Dean enjoys the hunt. He wouldn’t have called Purgatory “pure” if that wasn’t the case. But Dean has also expressed his desire for a beach vacation and also a partner to stay by his side. He says he won’t do the apple pie life, but so much of Dean’s arc has been about finding a happy middle ground between apple pie life and hunting. Dean has a lot of abandonment issues - something the show has made very obvious since season 1, and in later seasons what I have always called Dean’s “pining arc” has continued to subtly play out in the subtext. Sam may have the clear romantic love interest right now, but Dean still very much wants that too. 15x10 showed this through Garth, and through Dean’s dream, where symbolically his platonic dance partner disappears and instead Dean dances with a lamp whilst imagining a love interest. The meaning in that is blatantly obvious.
Given that Chuck’s ending wish is for the brothers to die in some epic murder suicide way, we know that this won’t happen. Sacrifice is also old news on this show, so in fact is death in general since death will never be satisfying in a show that made death trivial in season 2. I believe that part of the endgame will be a massive shake up of the afterlife and the various realms but I still don’t think the show can end with both brothers dead. So how then are we supposed to close out this story if they stay alive and are still just doing what they do? There still needs to be some sort of bittersweet feel to it. It has to feel like the end of an era, but once you rule death off the cards, a brother separation by choice is the only thing that feels right.
Plus it makes sense. The toxic codependency MUST end. That is a big key area that has been laid out as a negative quality in the brothers relationship for seasons now. Sam must choose to find his own path away from standard hunting, and Dean must find a level of peace that allows him to go on whilst also letting Sam go. Dean must choose to let Sam go, just as Sam must choose to walk away.
This is why Castiel and Eileen are so important. Eileen has her purpose by Sam’s side. The liklihood that she is an endgame match for him is very strong. Even if they don’t actually take the relationship any further in text, just her coming back and standing by Sam’s side would be enough now following the kiss for the show to set that relationship in stone.
Castiel has his own journey to make, one that includes fixing heaven, guiding Jack towards his true purpose (my speculation being him taking Chuck’s place as God), and making a choice about his own future. Given every single one of Castiel’s storylines so far in the entire series, Castiel should choose Dean.
Whether this means Castiel decides to permanently give up his halo or not remains to be seen, but Castiel fits the missing space by Dean’s side in every way. I don’t just say this as a Destiel shipper, I say it because the story has placed Cas in this role countless times now. It makes sense. Regardless of whether the surface level relationship between them remains platonic or takes that final step, I am pretty damn positive the ending will keep Dean and Cas together, with the “end of an era” closing bittersweet emotional note being Sam and Dean saying goodbye to one another and parting as brothers who have been on one hell of a journey, but recognise that it has come to an end.
Frankly, it’s my ideal ending for the show. Sam taking Eileen’s hand and making the choice to travel the world searching for other Men of Letters chapter houses, to collect more magical artifacts, and to build a better resource for other hunters world wide to tackle the remaining supernatural creatures on Earth (yes I know i’m entering fanfiction territory here but I love the idea of Sam being a Supernatural artifact hunter in Europe - give me THAT spin off!) and Dean and Cas sitting side by side in the Impala, on their way to the beach - Dean will take Cas shopping first of course. He’ll try to convince him to buy a tiny blue speedo but Cas will raise an eyebrow and pick out the novelty swim trunks with the little bees on them (He’ll alsosecretly get the speedo for later).
Okay okay I’ll stop with the fanfiction :P. Other than my silly ending headcanons, the parting of the brothers just makes sense. If you don’t agree that’s fine. This is all just my spec and Dabb does have a tendency to throw major curveballs at us so who knows what will actually happen. So long as they don’t go all Game of Thrones on us.
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I said there would be a little follow-up piece to the ficlet I wrote as Secret Santa for @psychicbouquetblaze-stuff revealing what’s in the box, and tadaaa, here it is :) (tagging @destielsecretsanta2020 as well since this is technically part of the gift, I hope that’s okay)
Another 2k destiel fluff ficlet, read under the cut or on ao3
Papercuts and Tape (Chapter 2)
Dean closes his bedroom door, then turns around to look at Cas with a smile. It’s Christmas Day. After spending the entire day celebrating with Sam and Eileen, they’re now alone - finally. Not that they wouldn’t enjoy the time with the rest of the family, God no, they definitely do. Dean would never skip an opportunity to spend time with his little brother, but today is different. 
Today is about Cas and him. They went on a date a couple of days ago, a wonderful date. They both were nervous about it at first, but as soon as they started talking over dinner (not a romantic restaurant dinner, no, it was burgers at Dean’s favourite diner) everything felt just right. That night, they agreed to give this a try. What exactly, Dean still isn’t so sure about that. All he knows is, there’s Cas, and there’s this very special - profound - bond between them. He knows he loves everything about Cas, and he knows that he wants to have him around, wants to have him in his life permanently, as much as that is possible for an Angel. 
So, tonight, on Christmas Day, it’s only Cas and him, alone here in Dean’s bedroom. Neither Sam nor Eileen know about any of it - Or at least they haven’t told them. Not about the talk they had a couple of days ago in the kitchen, not about the date that same evening. Not about the gift exchange they agreed on, not even about Cas being here in this room with Dean right now. They will have to, eventually, Dean knows that. But for now, he wants to keep it between Cas and himself.  
“Did you like today?” Dean asks. 
Cas smiles. “Yes,” he says. “It was nice, celebrating with all of you. It gave me a feeling of belonging.”
Dean sits down on his bed, his hand pats the empty spot next to him, inviting Cas to sit with him. 
“You do belong,” he says. 
Cas sits down next to Dean. He doesn’t answer, only looks at him with a soft smile. 
“Can I give you my gift now?” Cas then asks.
“How about we exchange them? At the same time?” Dean suggests. 
Cas agrees. His hand reaches into his trench coat’s pocket and pulls out the small box that Dean has seen already. This time, it is entirely wrapped in newspaper. 
Dean leans back to reach below his pillow, where he has hidden his gift for Cas. A package, slightly bigger than Cas’s, wrapped in just as much newspaper. 
They look at each other, smile. Then, they exchange their gifts.
Dean looks down to inspect the small quadratic box that his hands are now holding. It’s very light, of course it is a small box, but Dean almost can’t feel any weight in his hands. He already noticed the newspaper wrapping a few seconds ago, but only now he sees all the tape on it. Way too much tape for a box of that size. There’s long strips of tape wrapped around the entire box, even something that looks like a very long stripe wrapped around it multiple times. Smaller pieces of tape sticked all over the box, keeping the newspaper in place. Or rather, not giving the newspaper the slightest chance to move even a millimeter. Ever. You could throw that box out of a plane and the wrapping would stay in place, Dean thinks. 
“You used a lot of tape, huh?” He chuckles and looks up to meet Cas’s eyes again. 
“I had to make sure,” Cas answers with a shrug. 
Dean looks back down. Something catches his eye. There’s a tiny piece of tape on the side of the box, sticking out. He takes it off, careful to not rip any more wrapping from the box. The piece of tape now on his finger, he turns back to Cas - and sticks it to the tip of his nose. 
“What are you doing?” Cas chuckles. 
“You’re cute with tape on your face,” Dean says. 
You’re cute in general, Dean thinks. Your everything is cute. Your gift-wrapping is cute. But with tape on your face, you’re hella cute. 
Cas’s hand reaches for the tape on his nose. After taking it off, he sticks it to Dean’s forehead.
“You too,” he smirks. 
Dean chuckles as he removes the tape from his face and sticks it back onto the small box in his hands. 
“You wanna unwrap your gift?” he then asks.
Cas looks at him with a head-tilt. “You want me to go first?”
“Yeah,” Dean shrugs. Cas doesn’t react, so after a pause he adds: “Well, I have a feeling that your gift will be way more thoughtful than mine. I don’t … I just don’t wanna ruin the moment with my stupid gift.”
“Dean,” Cas says softly. “Your gift isn’t stupid. I’m sure I’ll love it.”
That makes him blush. Hell no, he thinks. Why on earth does that make me blush? There’s nothing … he only said he’s gonna like the gift, jeez, calm down. 
“Come on, just unwrap it,” he brushes it off. 
Cas does. Dean watches him loosening the tape, Cas takes his time for every single stripe. His hands are working over the paper so carefully, almost like he’s trying to not hurt it. Now all the tape stripes are loosened, and Cas carefully folds the paper to the side, revealing the gift inside. 
A pair of pyjamas.
A light blue pair of pyjamas. The pants are covered in tiny honey bees, whereas the top has one single - way bigger - bee imprinted on the front. 
Dean catches himself nervously staring at Cas’s face, looking for only the tiniest reaction. He knows Cas is gonna like it, he’s sure about it, but at the same time … Cas is an Angel of the Lord, and this is a stupid gift from a stupid human. 
“I, uhm …” Dean starts nervously. Cas takes too long to show a reaction, and shoots Dean’s nervosity through the roof. “I figured you like bees”
Now, Cas finally reacts. 
“Yes, I do,” he says with that incredibly soft smile he does, and his hands start unfolding the clothes. He feels the fabric, inspects the print, all the bees. “I do,” he then repeats. “But Dean … you know that I don’t sleep”
“Yeah, I know that,” Dean says, “Of course. But you know … I do like the trench-coat-and-suit-look, but it’s really no good for cuddling in bed”
Cas chuckles at that for a second, then goes back to blessing Dean with that incredibly soft smile. 
“Thank you,” he says, and Dean just knows he means it. He stares into Cas’s honest blue eyes for a moment. He likes it, he thinks. I made him happy. He likes it. This Angel, the most perfect being in existence, likes my bee pyjamas. 
Cas stares back into Dean’s eyes, holding the eye contact for a bit. 
“It’s your turn,” he then says quietly. 
Dean only nods, still a bit overwhelmed by the knowledge that cas really liked his stupid little gift. He lifts up Cas’s small box and inspects it, trying to find an area that isn’t entirely covered in tape. 
“I gotta say,” Dean says while he’s still trying to figure out the best way to unwrap this, “You really did show the paper who the boss is”
Cas chuckles. “I did my best,” he says.
“I know that,” Dean replies with a smile. 
Finally, he finds a way. It involves some force, but in the end, Dean is able to lift the lid and open the box. He takes a look inside - and freezes for a second. 
The first thing Dean sees is a blue light brightening the dark inside of the box. He knows that light, that colour, he knows it, has seen it before, but that can’t be. That can’t … Only now, he spots the source of the light. The lighting substance is enclosed in a tiny vial, attached to a necklace. That really looks like … No. No, that can’t be.
He looks up, finds Cas’s eyes. 
“Is that …”, he breathes. 
“Grace,” Cas says quietly. “Yes. A teeny tiny bit of my Grace.”
Dean stares at him, unable to communicate any of the thoughts that are running through his head right now.  
“Cas, you can’t do that”
“It’s not a problem, Dean,” Cas explains quietly. “It doesn’t hurt me. But it’s … something I wanted to give you. the most personal thing I can possibly give you”
“Why would you …” Dean starts stuttering his question, but he can’t finish it. 
“You know, Dean,” Cas says, “When we’re not together, when I’m not with you, I can still check on you. Our bond … I can always hear your prayers. I can feel your longing. I always have you with me, in a way. But you’re human, Dean. You don’t have any of that. If I’m not physically there, I’m not there at all. So I just … I thought it’d be nice for you to have something similar. I want to be with you, even when I’m not. With this, there’s a part of me with you, at all times.”
Dean swallows hard. His eyes are almost glued to Cas’s, he’s been staring at him the entire time. 
“But it’s …” he now stutters. “I mean, Cas, this … it’s dangerous. Giving me this.”
“I trust you,” Cas says, “More than anyone.”
Dean can’t answer. He isn’t able to find the right words to express everything he’s feeling, thinking. All he does is stare at Cas. Still.
Cas is the one to make another move, the one to finally break the eye-contact. He reaches into the box, grabs the necklace and puts it on Dean. Dean lets him; he’s sitting in there in silence and watches what Cas is doing. 
Now, Cas sits back again and looks at him with yet another soft smile. Dean looks down, staring in disbelief at the vial that now rests on his chest and the blue light it radiates. After a second, he looks back up, meeting Cas’s eyes again. 
“You’re sure about this,” he breathes. 
“I am,” Cas says. 
Dean is tearing up. He can feel it, and he tries so hard to swallow it down, but he can’t. Cas has noticed already, Dean is sure he has, he’s an Angel, after all. So, he just accepts it. He keeps looking into Cas’s eyes, letting his own tear up, letting Cas see, letting him know what he’s feeling. 
Cas quietly looks back at Dean for a while. 
“There’s something else in the box,” he then interrupts the silence, causing Dean to look back down. 
And yes, there really is something else in the box. He hasn’t noticed it before, but sure, there must have been something below the vial. As he sees what’s sitting inside the little box, he can't hold back a chuckle. 
It’s a tiny plushie, in the form of a burger. Complete with buns, salad, patty and a bright red tomato. It even has a little set of eyes attached on top. Dean reaches inside the box and takes the plushie out. 
One box, he thinks. A vial filled with Angel grace inside it, together with a tiny burger plushie. Ridiculous, if you think about it. Almost like a bad joke. Yeah, ridiculous. But at the same time, so typical. So so Cas. 
One more amused look at the plushie in his hand, then Dean looks back up. 
“Thank you,” he finally tells Cas. 
The Angel doesn’t answer. He looks at him with another soft smile and reaches for Dean’s hand, taking it in his own. 
“Can I …?” Dean starts a quiet question that he doesn’t even finish, but Cas still understands. 
“Yes,” he breathes, and Dean leans in, presses a kiss on Cas’s lips for a brief second. After that kiss, he doesn’t pull back. Instead, he rests his forehead against Cas’s.
“I love you,” Cas whispers.
“Me too,” Dean breathes. 
They’re both silent for a bit, enjoying this moment, the other one’s presence. 
Finally, it’s Dean who breaks the silence. 
“You’re invited to cuddle in bed,” he whispers with a smirk, “but only if you put on your brand-new bee pyjamas”
Cas chuckles. “I happily accept the invitation.”
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Do You Trust Me?
A Destiel fanfic written by an asexual romantic for romantis asexuals :)
Day four of the December Destiel prompts by @jellydeans and @galaxycastiel
Day four promt: sledding
post-cannon story
Dean grins as Cas, sighing, rests his head on Dean's shoulder. Dean couldn't believe it when Cas told him he had never been sledding before. Dean couldn't unerstand such a thing. Even he, who grew up constantly traveling and cutting off vamp heads, had gone sledding every winter he could. So he had arranged to take Cas sledding at the hill down the street from the bunker. He had even bought a new bright yellow and white sled that had a few little scattered bunches of bees on it. The sled was in the back of the impala now.
"You ready Cas?" Dean remarks as he notices Cas looking down the steep hill cautiously. "Uh well Dean its so steep... What if I can't stop at the bottom?" Dean smiles. "Then you jump clear of the sled while shouting 'Zoinks!' and then we'll laugh about it while watching the video later." Deans laughs to himself but stops as he sees Cas's face. He's... Scared? Dean walks over to him, leaving the sled next to Baby. "Cas? Hey its ok..." He holds Cas in a hug. A thought strikes him as Cas holds onto him tight;y."Hey Cas you know what I'm going to do?" Cas looks up at him, his face still scared. "I'm gonna ride with you and we'll go down together the first time." Cas's mouth twitches into a smile. "That sounds fun Dean but its still scary..." Dean kisses Cas lightly and smiles into Cas's face, pressing their foreheads together. "Hey... Do you you trust me?" Cas takes a deep breath and smiles. "Of course I do, Dean. After all," Cas can't hold in a laugh. "We DO have a more profound bond." Dean picks Cas up and spins around quickly, falling in the snow still holding him. Both laugh as a snowball fight quickly insues.
After a few minutes Dean offers his hand out to help Cas up. The two walk over to the sled and Dean picks it up, brushing the snow off of the top. "You ready Cas?" Cas nods solemly and Dean sits down on the sled, motioning for Cas to sit in front of him. Cas sits down, snuggleing back in to Dean. Dean shoves his foot out, sending them quickly down the hill swiftly, snow flying out from the sides of them. Cas yells and Dean starts to laugh uncontrolably. At the bottom of the hill Dean stops the sled with his gloved hand and looks down at Cas. His nuckles are white from griping the sides of the sled but he's laughing happily. Dean shoves some snow down Cas's coat colar and sprints up the hill, sled in hand. They went down a dozen or more times, Cas slowly becoming more used to it and Dean doing crazy poses while going down.
Later on in the evening and they're watching a movie on Sam's laptop and drinking hot chocolate, Cas smiles at Dean and thanks him. Dean grins. "You can thank me better than that sunshine." And he pulls Cas onto him for a warm and sweet kiss. It had been one of the best days both of them had had. Even though Cas still thinks to this day that Dean stuck his foot into the snow on purpose to cause then to tumble off the sled.
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As time goes on
Summary:
“I will say this: I’m happy to be here with Jack. With you. And I love you. I love you both.”
This is a short fic Kate(@rathxritter) and me, Trev(@profoundchaoscomputer) wrote for the Destiel Partner Project (@destiel-partner-project). Thank you so much for this opportunity!
Kate, you were an awesome partner, all of our ideas complimented each other so well that that adding stuff and editing from you or me was always a delight, thank you so much!--Trev
Fic under the cut, alternatively you can also read it here https://archiveofourown.org/works/30576530
As time goes on
Late November. Knotty and naked branches tower themselves against the sky, dark outlines in the afternoon sun. The ground is covered in leaves and the grass is barely visible like winks of a long gone summer, spotted amidst the sea of warmer colors - yellow, orange, red and rich browns seem to make the universe that time of the year. It's a breathtaking and ordinary scenery, autumn always is. Everyday beauty is often taken for granted, but for Cas it will always be a new miracle. The sidewalk, on the other hand, is mostly clear, yet there are some areas of it where the leaves remain untouched, rotting away as they are being walked on, cracking under people's shoes as their heels click on the pavement.
Sometimes Cas thinks he is like those yellow checkered rooting away leaves.
...Once had he basked on the glory of a foolish leaf, proud stagnant, evergreen, timeless, aimless, clutching blindly to the tree, rain, wind, snow, only knowing of heaven above, but never about the dirt of the ground...to be still is to be alive?
Only after he fell, he understood, to fall is to become alive, it hurts, unthetered, weightful death sentence, to decide to root away.
And it took too much time to realize, but isn't all life beautiful because it's so ephemeral? so the past is treasured, today is a miracle, and tomorrow is a gift: to become a golden leaf and covered in spots, proof of every breath, copper, orange, red. The leaves fall and Cas falls, wrinkles and lines, aching muscles and tender joints, alone at times, but now trying something, with Dean, Jack, a family found along the way. Dancing along the wind, against tempest and arid times, getting muddy and dirtied, alive, along warm gusts and gentle times, and becoming crumpled leafs, laughing and crying at the mercy of time.
So times moves and flows away and now is a worthy day to note, It's a sunny day, as warm as the later autumn afternoon allows, and the, otherwise clear blue sky, is studded with some solitary clouds - dirty white that verges on grey, they look as if someone painted them on a canvas using the finest watercolours and the most exquisite brushwork. 
It's a sunny day and the air smells of rotten apples, oozing resin, and frost. It's the smell of death and destruction, of glimmering hope. A welcoming smell, the smell of life, so lulling and comforting, that fills people's nostrils as they go on with their day. The smell of home, an active reminder that life is to be treasured.
"How does the story end?" asks Jack as he hands Cas a paper bag, the bookshop's logo printed on it with bright red letters.  
"How do you want it to end?" Cas asks, smiling.
He knows the stories that Dean tells Jack, the ones he half reads and ends up making as he goes, stuffing in his own share for who knows what reasons. The thing is they both laugh and the red hooded girl surely doesn't have a shapeshifter, last time he checked. Overheard some of them while passing through the small living room in order to get outside and speak on the phone with Sam. 
It's their thing and he tries not to cross lines and wriggle in - Dean tells stories and does all the voices, Jack laughs, Dean laughs: a complete picture that doesn't quite need him there, an intimate bubble of two as he has his own with Dean and another one with Jack too and its Dean's "job" to put Jack to sleep. So he doesn't ask, Dean doesn't speak about it. It's healthy for Jack to grow different relationships with them on their own.
 Still, he does know about them and listens more often than he would care to admit, from behind the door, feeling like a stranger in his own house.
 About the ordinary tales of overcoming evil and suddenly there are Vampires and Djins and it's always about not giving up no matter how scared and angry one may feel. It's about children being allowed to be children even in a world of danger and Dean's voice oozing vulnerability as well as hurt. 
There were times he had considered taking his hand only to step away before he could be seen, Dean has allowed himself to be this vulnerable in front of Jack as his own kin. He couldn't mess up this trust and growth with selfishness.
Jack looks down distractedly and kicks some leaves, causing them to rustle, crack and scatter. Soon enough found a clump of leaves and decided it was good enough to swim on them. It's the contrast that makes Cas think and stop a bit, Jack so joyful on a blanket of cracked corpses, life playing with death, handfuls of leaves on Jack's hands, a handful of ashes, ashes to ashes, a pool of dead yet life stills blooms so beautifully and hopeful, death and creation, hand by hand, as time goes by. 
"I don't know," says Jack as he picks up an acorn from the mess he just made and studies it attentively before stuffing it into the pocket of his Jacket. Lately, they've been the hiding place of all sorts of hidden treasures - acorns, buttons, funny looking rocks, and empty shells - later taken out and displayed on the shelves in his bedroom, right next to his Paddington books and carved animal statuettes.
He laughs, "Dean always puts a lot of death in them."
"Does he?" asks Cas.
"Sometimes they are all alone. I don't mind, they make me want to live!" he says, his chirpy laughter echoing through the air, soon followed by thunderous stomping: Wellington boots, yellow with a bee pattern printed on them, splashing water from a puddle on the grass.
Castiel sighs and carefully sits down on the battered bench in the small park. Its wood is ruined and the paint is peeling off and soft moss is thriving in those places where the material never quite manages to completely dry off. A wet bench, but still appreciates it with a crack of back bones.
"Well," he says, holding back a grimace of pain. "I think you and Dean may both be right when you say that it's about feeling alive."
Jack nods solemnly in agreement. "And what about the children? They climb trees and drink lemonade, but what happens after that."
"They do everything their own way and they are good at that."
"Dean can do it better." Jack puffs loudly.
"Then you should ask him as soon as he comes back." Cas smiles.
"I think I will. Can I give you something?" asks Jack.
"Yes, of course."
"I'll get it soon," he says and walks away, running around through the leaves, freely, squealing in delight.
A knot forms at the back of Cas's throat as he watches his son play in the autumn scenery. Life and death keeping each other company, effortlessly interconnected in an endless cycle. So loud the sound of his youth, Jack waranders off, bubbling with raw energy, entropic in a contagious way that Cas can't help but melt a bit on this warm brightness and he laughs too. Bittersweet, yeah, that's life for you. Something hopeful, the sound of a child's laughter and his fatherly love, brightening everything  - precious and blossoming, always, amidst death and horror preventing the future from turning into ashes and mingling as equal with the past.
"This is for you," says Jack, out of breath, proud, stretching out his arm and handing Castiel a yellow leaf with green edges. "You can press it and frame it like they showed me in school."
"Thank you, Jack. This is... lovely. This is lovely, I like it." He smiles softly, fondness washing over him.
He looks at the gift, studying it as he turns it around, and wonders how much Jack knows about his own state. Does he know he chose to be a rooting away leaf too?
Cas fell, a long time ago, changing so completely, that his former self is nothing but a distant memory. Now Cas can look at the situation with more clarity of judgement, as he clearly lacked for more time than he could care to admit: in falling, he became alive and while it hurt and had at some point felt like a death sentence, life was, is, and will be beautiful with its alternating ups and downs.
 But again, being alive is always too much, so stuffed with messy feelings, whirling fiery tempest, it becomes crowded, on edge, flammable as well as vulnerable, scalding in a slow simmering way, such that he would call worse than falling.
 Meeting for the first time fear in a not immediate war or easily numbing adrenaline to survive, and thus being laid bare to see himself in the mirror and being bombarded with all the truths he didn't want to hear, scared of being alone, despite having Jack, Dean, and everyone else too; afraid of this too good looking second chance usually so monomaniacally forbidden and his guilt biting so hard he feels like choking on every breath, whispering his worst thoughts, over and over like broken record, all his faults, all his "greater good" soaking his hands in blood, what is to deserve when one has betrayed, what is a right when one has killed and done the unspeakable, what is to have freedom when each breath tastes of regret, what is peace when silence draws despair. On top of it now powerless, his own human body with the aching joints and cold bones… being at the mercy of time rather than being above it.
Because time now moves and flies away, slipping through his finger. Ticked away by clocks. Irrevocable hours leaden circles travelling through the air and ultimately dissolving. 
Blinding shrieks of fear and self consciousness slowly started to become a hum and then days turn into weeks and weeks into months, one season following the other and the world changing, subtly at first, adjusting to the rising and dropping temperature and the inclement weather. Too hot and then too cold, and the months of adjustment in between for a couple of weeks with perfect temperatures and no sudden changes. Soon, it will be winter once more: the first frost has already started to beautify the windows, leaving white and translucent intricate patterns on glass, and the weather is changing - rain and strong winds as announced by the weather forecast daily after the six o’clock news.
Some of it, he'll never get back. Those sorry months and years he'd relive by reentering the moment and changing it radically from within by doing everything right are long out of question and he wouldn't risk fate and destiny to make a miracle again to break from Chuck's narrative. This time, he'd do everything right by being less prideful and avoid arguments to grow bigger and bigger until the smallest of things, enlarged in disproportion, left nothing but annoyance and anger in their wake - arguments breaking like thunder, rumbling, filling the air and making it unbearable to stand there and wonder, even for just a moment, whether love may not remain buried one day, out of reach.
The first year had been the most difficult: they had discovered at their own expense that love declarations and dreams of a speckless wonderful future were hardly enough and never actually helped in making things easier. Nothing would ever be enough. One simple truth then, which they had learned the hard way: happy endings did not exist, only endings, and even those were neutral and subject to change. No happy ever afters that tied up all ends at the last page, no sweetly dull every day epilogue. Life simply kept going, as ugly as it was before, as beautiful as it was before. They kept being the same people they were before, with all their faults and virtues, all their nightmares and dreams. Defeating the "biggest bad of the book" did not erase all of their inner troubles, maybe one or two, yes, but how many more were inside of each of them?
Dean's fear of abandonment and Cas' own desperate need to be useful had proven to be the most explosive and dangerous mix. And thing is, they couldn't forgive each other, not a particular one big reason, just too many piled up and carried over the years and while they could forget and move on, deep in their heart they couldt forgive, not really, and the topics they so desperately tried to ignore stood in their way, holding them back.
So twelve months of Castiel repeatedly leaving, he needed to hunt, to be useful, got himself head first into the line of fire so to see that his hands, while bloody, still saved lifes; sound of gunshot to shush his mind out of the accusing mirror, a warrior will always be a warrior and he had been a commander of garrisons, and so he went out and jumped from hunt to hunt with all kinds of hunter strangers until exhaustion could give him a good night sleep, weeks upon weeks  and Dean's accusations following him out of the door, you'll always abandon me.
So twelve months of Dean drinking, as Cas's remarks no doubt rung in his ears, you're slowly becoming like your father. Dean didn't know what to do with his life, depression weighing him down so hard there were only some days he could get himself out of bed, tearing at the seams without a fight to pull himself together and so he drank, Cas's words ringing into his head like poison along the bitter aftertaste of a finished bottle.
 Neither of them should have said those things although he couldn't find the strength to do anything but hold his refusal to stand on Jack's side against Dean. Dean should have asked him to stay, he should have made it clear that there was no need to be useful in order to stick around. A vicious cycle, separating them more and more, and not quite a trial - had it been one, there wouldn't have been one person who wasn’t guilty.
The second year had no room for openings, just anger as they moved like in a quagmire, the snappiness of the first year replaced with inertia. Dean threw himself into work, dirt on his jeans. Cas went to the bunker with Jack and a duffle bag stuffed with their belongings. The bunker had become some sort of hunter's sanctuary and he enjoyed the work. They did talk, but simply not enough, and refused to show themselves vulnerable - no mutual consolation, no touching, and the frail assumption that they were still on each other’s side crumbling in front of them and leaving them dismayed.
After two and a half years, on a ghastly hot summer evening, Dean leapt for the first time, really, showing nothing but fearfulness and saying, as he looked at Castiel stripping in front of him, were you going to tell me that you almost died or… It had been an accusation, the tone used made it clear, the half healing wound still patched on Cas's side inbeetwen them and their heavy silence, but there had been something else too - genuine worry and affection. They had shared a bullet of a look. Then they had kissed, desperately, hungrily, and had sex - consuming their relationship: They understood it and enjoyed it, but were still out of their depths when it came to the rest: awkwardness settling as soon as they were back in their clothes. He and Jack had left the following morning and the rest of the year had been spent abroad working on helping the international community of hunters to create a network bound to help supernatural creatures rather than killing them.
It had been the year of endless night and unsparing insomnia, wondering how to rebuild a relationship when you were also mourning one? Different versions of themselves are forever lost in time, the angel and the soldier boy, the runaway and the righteous man, the falling and the protagonist. He had spent so much time looking for something, a warning sign that they had somehow ended that loop of misery, to face the present and stop grieving the past, sorrow and unhappiness that he hadn’t actively recognized the beginning of it all, only widening the gap further. Polished surfaces and volcanoes inside - a mess of feelings, a mess of thoughts, and no way to escape them and make sense of it all. They had been prisoners of their own fears and their history had stood between them. They had spent the end of the year, retreating: each question met either by silence or elusive answers that ultimately meant nothing. It had been fake and lacked depth, the peace they tried to build when both lacked courage: they had built up a facade and spent their time together pretending that they could start from scratch. They couldn’t. He was still angry at Dean, Dean waa still angry for a multitude of reasons Cas didn't even want to know, and still for what happened with Jack, Cas didn’t dare breathe a word. And every word that wasn't about the truth, it was another shovel to bury the thing that was between them.
At the end of the third year, they had come back and they had stayed at the bunker for two whole weeks rather than a couple of days.
He had spent some ten months trying to find the right words to tell Dean that he was considering hunting less and less - wounds healed too slowly and he wasn't getting any younger. He had tentatively enquired about Dean only to find out that Dean was doing better - therapy and AA meetings and the Impala had been sold to some teenage girls. They had met, Castiel had asked about Dean’s new lodgings, Dean told him. Dinner. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. On and on like starting from scratch. Things settled, slowly, by falling into place and one night Dean asked him to sleep in his room rather than on the sofa and they talked, opened their hearts, raw and exposed, the darkness making it less awkward and easier: like talking to the idea of a person, depersonalization at its best, a space that had welcomed them and liked them as much as they liked it. Hours passed and in the morning things were different - calmer, easier. They had no more tears left to cry and no more apologies to make.
It seems almost impossible now, four years on, to remember life as it was in all its tiniest details - the bigger picture there, but lacking the intrigue and the excitement there might have been on different occasions. It’s no longer bloody and vengeful, an endless and vicious cycle where violence only led to more violence, spiralling out of control and slipping away, out of fingers, no way out. The feeling of it is familiar yet new, something that he had a long time ago, perhaps briefly, a fading memory that never existed, to begin with, secluded to the realm of dreams and conditionals. Something missing, always and unconsciously so, the feeling of longing always blooming in his chest: for something. Pointing his finger and putting a name to it is easier now as things slowly begin to come into shape.
Castiel closes his eyes, tilting his head back, chin held up high. The sun is warm on his skin, shining in through the naked branches, but his cheeks are reddened by the cold. Wrapped in his winter coat already, all buttoned up and one hand stuffed in his pockets. The sunbeams look golden and create dancing shadows on the ground, and he just stays there, still and motionless, and at peace, as he listens to Jack play in front of him.
Somewhere, through open windows, a song plays faintly though he may just be imagining it, lyrics echoing in his mind for days on end. Come and take my whole life, you are everything I want. You are everything… Mulling over them and wondering, impossible to stop, rolling and rapid. It’s peacefulness as if he spent an entire afternoon crying while sitting on a chair, though he can’t really claim to be an expert on the subject. It’s contentment and residual happiness that sometimes mixes with annoyance and anger, arguments breaking out like thunder, rumbling. Yet, still, love and happiness at simply existing, being alive, being human. The fullest and most satisfying existence, feeling things, and waking up in the morning with the sun shining in through the window, filtering through the curtains and painting the room gold as dust dances in the air in a mesmerizing pattern. Next to Dean too, a couple of moments in amicable silence before the day begins - lying there, mouth filled with the metallic taste of sleep, lazily and whispering, good morning. Time for healing.
When he opens his eyes again, the air is luminous, like St. James’ Street on a summer morning right after a decent drizzle. The light reflects on every surface and makes the air appear bright and filled with light, the edges of reality seem softened and the appearance is almost dreamlike. From down the street, Dean walking towards them holding the bags with the shopping.
“Look at who’s coming,” he says, catching Jack’s attention.
“Dean!” squeals Jack, delighted, as he runs towards him.
“Cas. No need to get up, just make us some space, will you?” Dean replies as he puts the shopping bags down, leaning them against the bench's legs. Then, before taking Jack into his arms, holding him close, he kisses Castiel’s cheek and adds, “Jack, buddy, I’ve missed you too. I’ve got something for the two of you.”
“What’s that?”
“Wait,” He stretches his arm out. “Here you go. First tangerine of the year, not too expensive. Hell, thought we deserve some after everything we went through.”
“I want a segment!” Yells Jack. Jack grabs for the piece of fruit in Dean’s hand, looking at it with fascination and entertainment at the uneven sphere of the citrus, before handing it over to Cas.
“Thank you.”
As soon as Cas starts peeling the citrus fruit, the smell fills the air. He always liked the smell of it - upbeat and cheerful, penetrating and warm. Reminiscing of cedarwood and lavender, clove too. Christmas-y. One of the happiest and most irrelevant things, easily going unnoticed, every gesture is done dismissively, instinctively and without paying too much attention. Fingertips digging into the exocarp, passing through the albedo, and removing the peel altogether - one piece at a time. Dean’s eyes are on him, he feels it, sees it with a sideways glance, studying his every move, as Jack wriggles and gurgles, impatiently waiting for his segment.
“What?” asks Cas without turning around.
“Nothing,” Dean replies as he accepts a segment just as Jack stuffs his into his mouth. “Jack, you’re making a mess of yourself. - a pause, again to Cas - I mean, this… all of it. - Dean looks at the autumn scenery, gestures widely, to the leaves and the threes, Jack, the clear sky, Cas, dazed but in a good way - I don’t know. I like it. Hell, I love it.”
“Selcouth.”
“What?”
“The word you’re looking for, I think. Rare and extraordinary.”
He’d add ‘unexpected’ to the list too, but that one to himself. It’s one thing to say that one wouldn’t be happy anywhere else with anyone else, another thing to make it work. Admittedly it took some time, irrelevant weeks after twelve years of tentatively tip-toeing around the other - this far and no further, deferring and agreeing, evading and never thinking about it, not really, not after the first couple of years. They seem to have the grasp on the ongoing juggling of the time at their disposal and days are uneventful, repetitive: he works, Dean goes to therapy and cares about the house, they play with Jack.
Twice a week Dean attends AA meetings and evenings are spent trying to make Jack sleep without having to read ten different bedtime stories and doing all the voices. And time passes, seasons change. A whole year, he sometimes reminds himself. Unbelievable. Selcouth.
And Cas examines amused these little white threads of tangerine he tears from his own segment, frail as the heart, wonder and fear, with care, like life, weaving silly braids for the sake of it, fingers clumsy, vines lacing fingers, each feels like a promise, for you, for me, feeble yet together so strong, sometimes they break, frustrated, yet not giving up, sometimes we manage a fine work, proud of a miracle yet so natural, a string of hope, a string to life, life is a tangerine and we are leaves along the wind.
Maybe he should marry Dean - Cas distractedly thinks, to which he can't help but feel the corner of his lips pulling.
“What?”
“You’re in a good mood,” says Dean. 
“Could say the same thing about you.”
“Oh, look at you,” says Dean looking away, retrieving a clean handkerchief from the pocket of his Jacket and wiping Jack’s face clean.
“I need you to be honest with me, Cas.”
“I am honest with you, Dean.”
“I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t want you to die out there.”
“I’m not going to die out there, not violently.” Castiel nods and smiles fondly, affection and tenderness washing over him in waves. It's a warm silence, a promise, the sun is out and about today. Dean looks at him like the only thing in this world and leans in for a kiss, making him feel as if he swallowed a box of fireworks instead, and this time the kiss has a citric aftertaste. Shooting stars on a summer night, dropping like a thousand suns, speckled fireworks, sunny galaxy to cup in his hands, warm and ticklish, rumble laughter and stubble, soft and rough, sweet and bitter, bliss and life, so alive, for a moment Cas is again grateful of falling: so beautiful, so much like Dean.
“I will say this: I’m happy to be here with Jack. With you. And I love you. I love you both.”
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singingbirds115 · 4 years
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High school/human au
Destiel
“Man, please. They’re crap excuses for family. You said that yourself! Don’t listen to them.”
“It’s not that easy, Dean.”
“Why not, Cass? Do you know how many times I’ve blocked John out? It’s real fucking easy, and I’m pretty sure he’s just as bad as most of your-“
“Dean,” Sam said sharply, not looking up from his book. “Choose your words carefully. Family is a sensitive subject.”
Dean huffed and sat back, running a hand through his hair so it stood up even higher and shaking his head. To his left, under the same oak tree, sat Castiel, his and his brother’s best friend for the past four years. The smallest man was sitting with his chin on his knees, staring at a blade of grass between him and Dean.
“... I never wanted them to know, Dean.”
As the words left his mouth, Dean’s face softened. He nodded quietly and spoke in a voice that almost seemed unlike him. “I know, Cass. Shit happens sometimes.”
“Naomi wasn’t supposed to tell. She promised not to.”
“I can kill her if you want.”
Sam sighed from his brother’s other side, but Cass just smiled. For the first time all day. “That won’t be necessary, thanks.”
“... You could always come stay with us. Bobby has no problem with it and John isn’t supposed to be back for another few months.”
“And Mrs. Mary?”
“Off with Dad,” Sam spoke up, closing his book. “But Dean’s right. We have a spare room.”
“Like we’ll need a spare room. Eh, Cass?” Dean chuckled and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, causing him to smile more and shake his head. Sam make a sound like he was vomiting, which they both ignored.
“... I should face them tonight. They’re family. They deserve answers.”
“Please. That don’t mean shit. Family isn’t blood. It’s the people who are always there for you. Those guys? Assholes. It’s bad when Gabriel is the most tolerable one in there. Besides from you, of course.” Dean scoffed quietly, reaching over with the arm that wasn’t around his boyfriend’s shoulders to mess with a string on his jacket. “... But I’ll support you in whatever you choose, alright? Just do what’s best for you. Not what people are pressuring you to.”
Castiel nodded and they fell silent for a few minutes, until he rested his head on Dean’s shoulder. “I think staying at Bobby’s for a while doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Then we can do that. Wanna get some hamburgers and watch- like- bee documentaries or something?”
The other chuckled and nodded again. “I’d like that. As long as you don’t make faces the entire film.”
“The last one had a fifteen minute part about procreation in gorillas. Sorry that wasn’t my cup of tea, dude.” Dean smiled, standing up and helping up the other two. “Last one to the car has to sit in the back!”
Cass and Dean both started running, leaving Sam to throw up his arms in exasperation. “Seriously?? I have five books, Dean! How the-“ he cut himself off with a grumble. “Freaking love sick dorks..”
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schrijverr · 4 years
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Husband Tag
Dean and Cas do the husband tag. Takes place within the Famous Husband verse.
On AO3.
Ships: Destiel
Warnings: none, but if you want me to tag anything I’ll do so happily! :)
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Dean and Castiel were sitting next to each other. Dean smiled into the camera and started the video, while Castiel smiled at him. “Hello Hunters, you’ve read the title and probably know what’s going on already, but we’re doing the husband tag!”
The intro rolled, it was a drawn impala that came down the road, it stopped in the middle of the screen and the drawn Dean gave a wink to the viewers, then he sped off again and the smoke was bridge back to the video.
“How are we doing this?” Castiel asked.
Dean answered: “Well, I have a list of husband tag questions here, so lets just start at the top and answer one in turns.”
Castiel nodded and Dean offered to go first, which Cas gratefully accepted. Dean said: “First question is “How and where did we meet?” Kinda answered this one in the reveal video already, uhm, next one is “What was your first impression?” Okay, I also answered this one, I thought you were scary, turned out not to be true, but what can you do.”
He turned to Cas and said: “What was your first impression of me?”
“I thought you were a lunatic.” Castiel answered seriously.
Deans eyes got wide as he exclaimed: “Why!”
“Because you jumped me.” Castiel defended.
Dean grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head while he said: “Yeah, that’s fair.”
Dean read out: “When did you meet my family?”
He gave Cas a look and Castiel answered: “I met Sam, when he visited the weekend after I moved in, I liked him, he asked questions about my courses and the books I had. It was quite lovely.”
“Yeah, cause he is a nerd.” Dean said with an eyeroll.
Castiel looked tiredly into the camera, but didn’t comment. He went on: “And I met Bobby that summer, me and Dean had hit it off that year and I didn’t have anything to do, so we went home to Bobby's place and helped him with the shop for the entire summer. He is a nice man, didn’t really trust me at first, but I like to think I’ve grown on him.”
“Of course you’ve grown on him.” Dean said, “You’re family, you know how he is about family. He has one of our wedding pictures framed in his office. You know the one with him, Sammy, Jo and Ellen?”
“Really?” Cas asked.
“Yeah, doesn’t say anything about it when you ask him, though.” Dean shrugged.
Castiel smiled fondly and grabbed Deans phone to ask him the next question: “When and why did you fall for me? Hm, this one is interesting.”
Dean turned bright scarlet as he answered: “In third year of uni I realized I had fallen for him, but I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when it started, probably when you walked through the door.”
“You sap.” Castiel said with a smile.
Dean batted his eyelashes at him and said: “Don’t you know it, angel. But back to the story, there had been a few dudes, their leader was Dick, and they didn’t like us for some reason, so they had decided that it would be fun to leave us in the forest at night, don’t ask. But we had to get back and while we were hearing all sorts of noises, but Cas wasn’t scared and I suddenly though that that was pretty sexy of him and then I realized I found a lot about Castiel pretty sexy.”
Castiel face palmed, but he was smiling.
Then Dean was reading the next question for Cas: “How long have we been together?” That one is kind of boring I guess, you want a new one?”
“I can do two,” Castiel said, “this one is kind of short. We’ve known each other for ten years now, we’ve been dating for six years and we’ve been married for one.”
Dean nodded along with a happy and proud smile, then he read the next question: “I’ve skipped a few, cause I want to know this one, “What do you love about me?”, I’m answering this one as well.”
Cas thought about it for two seconds then he looked at Dean and held eye contact as he answered: “I love how you work tirelessly for the things you are passionate about. I love how you care for Sam. I love how your listen to me ramble about work and can remember what I talked about weeks later. I love how you watch bee documentaries with me even though you think they are boring, just because they make me happy. I love the freckles on you nose that I can never seem to count. I love how I can come home and find you in the kitchen singing and dancing in your underwear while cooking dinner for us. I love the little golden flakes in your eyes. I love your smile and your flirting. I love every little thing about you and I always will.”
The longer Cas went on the redder Dean became, he was smiling while trying to duck his head away in embarrassment, but he couldn’t let his hold of Castiels eyes go, they remained locked. When Cas was done a tear slipped down Deans face and there was a jump cut.
Dean had puffy eyes, but they were bright and shining happily. He said: “That was quite a speech, which I know I can’t match.”
“You don’t have to, Dean.” Castiel assured him.
“No, I wanna try,” Dean said and then he told Cas: “I love how you keep me grounded and calm. I love how you would give up everything for me in a heartbeat and convince me I’m worth it. I love how you became family in days even though it takes most years, just because you fit in perfectly. I love how your eyes light up when you find some random trivia about bees. I love how you listen to me ramble about my car and all the shit I leave around the house for videos. I love how you phrase things. I love how you can seem wise beyond your years and then one second later look like the biggest idiot on the planet. I love how you give anyone the middle finger if you care about something, no matter how scary you find it.”
Castiel was also tearing up a bit, so Dean decided that it was enough and cleared his throat: “That was enough of a chick-flick moment, just want to add that I also love your ass.”
“Dean! My students watch this!” Cas exclaimed, but he was grinning none the less.
“And they need to appreciate what a blessing that is.” Dean smirked.
Cas groaned and mumbled: “I hate you, Dean Winchester.”
“And I love you too, darling.” Dean sing-songed back.
Cas rolled his eyes, but didn’t disagree. He snatched the phone out of Deans hand an randomly read a question of the screen: “What is a weird habit I have?”
Dean answered: “A weird habit? Uhhhhh, maybe it’s because I lived with you for so long that I don’t find it weird anymore, but you eat an insane amount of burgers, the fact that you are not fat is a miracle. I think I’ve seen you eat ten burgers in a row once, it’s insane.”
“You exaggerating, Dean. I do not consume an unnatural amount of burgers, they just please my palette and I eat them if I can.” Castiel said with a huff.
Dean smiled and said: “That’s another one, he can phrase things so strangely, but it’s oddly fascinating how he switches between talking like a human being and a confused immortal.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I am not a strange being.” Castiel whined like it was an old discussion.
Without missing a beat Dean said: “When you can prove you’re not.”
Cas threw his hands up and said: “How can I prove I’m not immortal, without dying.”
Dean took a deep breath, but there was a jump cut before he could answer.
The end card showed and this time Cas sat next to Dean as he said goodbye: “That was it for this video, please remember to like, comment and subscribe and while you’re there you should hit that bell too, just so you know when I will update again. Any last words to the viewers, Cas?”
With a serious deadpan expression Cas said: “Make sure to subscribe, I have seen a nice vacation I’d like to go on, so we need the money.”
Dean hit him in the arm and Castiel rolled his eyes with a smirk as he said: “Kidding… apparently. No, I really was kidding, uhm, see you maybe and have a lovely day.”
“Ahw, that’s a sweet outro, angel.” Dean said, then he turned back to the camera and said: “Well, you heard the man, have a lovely day. Bye hunters, see you on the road!”
Then the screen went dark.
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My heart!!!
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The bickering is real, people
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Just the mental image of Dean
singing along to music while
he is dancing in his underwear
and cooking is amazing, thank
you saint Castiel
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Dean out there looking like a
snack
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Their love speeches were so
adorable!!!!!!!
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Dean called Cass angel and now
he’s arguing about the mortality
of the man? Hm, I sense a
CONSPIRACY!
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I’m sooooo jealous of all the kids
in castiels classes, I mean looking
at that all day, yum!
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Why the burgers though? No one
gonna talk about that? No?
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brb just writing down their
speeches as inspo for my vows
I mean, that romance, hot damn
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I find a lot of things about cas
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verobatto · 5 years
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Destiel Chronicles
(Vol. XXX)
It was a love story from the very beginning.
I'll go with you
(7x21/7x23)
Hello my friends! Ready for this last meta from season 7??
We are going to talk about Crazy!Cas a lot (as you know, he wasn't crazy at all...) And the last episode, so much Destiel material...
I want to mention my dear friend @agusvedder here, she made the gifs for this Chronicle and discussed with me the episodes, thank you girl! 😘💕
I'll stop with the cháchara here, let's start this!
Dean get disappointed when he sees Cas seems Crazy, but he's not
I'll talk about another jewel in symbolism, by Edlund, episode 7x21 Reading is Fundamental.
Well, we have a whole and sad situation when Dean and Sam met Cas at the Mental Hospital.
First impression, Dean heard the "Hello, Dean" and his heart eyes are displayed immediately, he also compliments him...
CASTIEL: Hello, Dean. Sam.
SAM: Hey, Castiel.
DEAN: Look at you, walkin' and talkin'. That's – that's great, right?
When Dean sees Castiel's behavior is not the same as always, his attitude with him changes.
After this, we heard Cas saying this...
DEAN: Okay, just hang on, Cas. Wait. Let us catch up to you for a second.
SAM: So, you're saying you remember who you are, what you are.
CASTIEL: Yes. Of course. Oh. Outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee. I saw the route of flowers. It's all right there, the whole plan. There's nothing to add.
When Sam asked if he remembered who he was, Castiel quickined his words, and changed the subject, to a totally different issue... Bees.
And this could sound like words coming from a lunatic, but if we dig on his words, we we'll find out why Crazy! Cas wasn't crazy at all...
When he's talking about bees, he's talking about a community, perfectly assembled to fill with one plan. Here, Cas is symbolizing his own community, the angels, with a melancholic tone. The plan was perfect: protect Humanity. There was nothing to add to that. But there's guilt in these words too. Because he felt he failed too, when he was Godstiel, he killed innocent people and angels. So he followed that bee, and found what his own idea about what he should be, what Heaven should be. Like an Utopia.
Each time they were trying to make Castiel to talk about the problem, and the tablet, or the past, Castiel switched to another topic, the crazy not so crazy topic . And if you pay attention, it was Sam the one that always tried to get from him some info.
SAM: Yeah, yeah. You – you said something about "The Word." Is that what's written on there?
(Sam presents the problem...)
CASTIEL: Did you know that a cat's penis is sharply barbed along its shaft? I know for a fact the females were not consulted about that.
DEAN: Cas, please, we're losing ground out there, okay? We need your help. Can you not see that?
Why is Cas mentioning that thing about cats?
Because he's grieving about the creation not being perfect. Even the cat, when he wants to copulate with the female, (even if he loves humanity) he finished hurting the female cat, because it wasn't perfect, and no one asked the female cat. He hurted humanity, he hurted Dean, he hurted badly Sam, that's why he's avoiding talking about it. He doesn't want conflicts anymore, he's closed, inside himself, his thoughts, his melancholy...
And what about Dean? Dean is trying to push him back with him, he needs his Cas, the soldier, their friend and protector. Is very frustrating for him to see Cas like this.
Playing I'm sorry
When Dean found Cas in the kitchen, this dialogue is developed...
DEAN: You realize you just broke God's Word?
It's Sam's thing, isn't it? You taking on his, uh, cage-match scars. I'm guessing that's what broke your bank, right?
CASTIEL: Well, it took... everything to get me here.
DEAN: What are you talking about, man?
Dean is trying to understand why Cas is behaving like this, and that quote coming from Castiel is just... Ugh, he's suffering so much... It took ... Everything ... Castiel lost everything, and now he's there... Trying to apologize with Dean. He's ashamed, but he's understanding the imperfection of the mission, the plan, Heaven's duty. He's there, vulnerable, to show Dean he really sorry. But he's too ashamed to do it directly... So... When Dean tried again to make him remember the painful past... Cas has to do something...
CASTIEL: Dean, I know you want different answers.
DEAN: No, I want you to button up your coat and help us take down Leviathans. (Again Dean is trying to drag him back. He misses his angel.)
But then this ...
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Okay... Exactly and immediately after Dean asks that question, Cas showed him the game SORRY, because he meant it. He's depressed because he failed Dean... And I want to point right here the colors on that box... There's a piece in Red (representing Dean, but a violent and angry one) and Blue (representing Cas).
CASTIEL: We live in a "sorry" universe. It's engineered to create conflict. 
Cas is saying here... Everyone makes mistakes... I made a mistake with you.
Because then, he mentioned...
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why should I prosper from... your misfortune? 
Castiel is trying to ask for forgiveness, but he's throwing excuses "because the rules in this world are like this... People makes mistakes."
And he moves the blue piece there... Through the green path, but Dean is stuck in the red home there... Because Dean doesn't want to release him from that guilt, not yet You made some of them. When you tried to become God, when you cut that hole into that wall.
Gah! Painful memory! Better change topic again...
CASTIEL: Dean... it's your move.
Okay, here we have a raged Dean throwing the
Game out of the table, he's done with Castiel's avoidance. Or craziness, or wherever, is so frustrating for him. They can finally talk about what happened, about their break up, and Cas is talking weird things.
DEAN: Forget the damn game! Forget the game, Cas.
CASTIEL: I'm sorry, Dean.
DEAN: No. You're playing "Sorry!"
Is so so painful, Because Cas is trying hard, but his shame is huge, for the first time he doesn't know how to talk frankly in front of Dean. And Dean's interpretation about the whole thing was CAS IS PLAYING WITH ME. My Destiel heart is crying...
Castiel was Severely depressed
After facing Dean, trying to fix things, and failing, Castiel had to face Hester and Inias, par of his old Garrison.
Avoiding again the horrible things he did when Hester exposed the slaughter in Heaven.
When they were in the car, Cas called Meg.
MEG: Yeah. Yeah, Castiel. It's me.
DEAN: Cas? Where? Where is he?
Dean is worried about Castiel because when he made that sigil, not just Hester and Inias, but Cas were vanished. So yeah, he's worried.
Once inside the car, Castiel explained that was his Garrison.
CASTIEL: . I was their captain. Isn't that strange?
He was proud of that, but now he felt himself so weak and useless, than he thinks is strange he was once their captain. He's feeling pity for himself. He's depressed.
SAM: Cas, why are they pissed at us now?
And here we go again with the avoidance...
CASTIEL: [to MEG] You know, those racing dogs were absolutely miserable. They can only think in ovals.
Remember Meg said by the phone they were sad dogs because they were hunting a fake rabbit? Well... That had to hit in Castiel's head... Was like how he felt right now, he was racing behind a fake misión This whole time.
And Dean gets mad again...
DEAN: Cas, don't make me pull this car over! Why are angels after us?
CASTIEL: Are you angry? Why are you angry?
DEAN: No, I-I'm... Please, can we just stay on target?
CASTIEL: There is no reason for anger.
Castiel can't endure Dean is angry with him. He can't handle that.
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Look at Castiel's face when he's rejecting fight. He said "I watch the bees" as he's trying to convince himself of that. This is my decision, I screwed things up, I killed my brothers and innocent humans I should be protecting, I hurted Sam and Dean will never forgive me. No. I don't have a reason to fight. I watch the bees now.
Once in Rufus cabin, there's a dialogue between Sam and Cas super fascinating. I won't put that here, because is gonna be very large, but the fact you have to have here is their relationship changed for good, it become more profound, and because they shared their fears, they'll grew in acceptance and confidence. If you want to read more about Cas and Sam relationship, I wrote a meta time ago, and I mentioned this scene. Link is here.
Okay, let's move now...
There was a dialogue between Dean and Kevin, and we could see how was Dean feeling about Castiel, his deception...
DEAN: Oh, I don't know, man. What can I say? You've been chosen. And it sucks. Believe me. There's no use asking "why me?" 'Cause the angels – they don't care. I think maybe they just don't have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just... breaks them apart.
So so sad, these words just reflecting how he sees Cas... Like he's mourning his lost again. He has Castiel alive, but he isn't his Cas.
He saw how he broke, just like that time when he broke that angel in the beautiful room.
Is so, so heartbreaking...
Then... Another reason for Castiel's depression, through Meg's words...
MEG: Look, I'm simpler than you think. I've figured one thing out about this world – just one, pretty much. You find a cause, and you serve it. Give yourself over, and it orders your life. 
Castiel's cause to fight isn't there anymore, as I said before. He failed in his mission to protect Humanity, and he failed Dean. And he thinks Dean won't never forgive him... So there's no reason to live for him...
And then Hester...
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Hester is a thunder in Castiel's head, the whole episode she says things brutally, this quote here, is huge. How can Cas fall in every way imaginable? Is disobedience? Yes. In Sanity? Yes. In Cruelty? Yes. In love? Yes. And the Cause: Dean Winchester.
Look at this scene, is very known in the fandom, but... Hester is talking to Dean...
DEAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back off. We're actually trying to clean up one of your angel's messes! You know that.
CASTIEL: He's right. An angel brought the Leviathan back into this world, and – and they begged him. They begged him not to do it.
See how CAS is talking about himself in third person. Avoiding that fact for the shame and guilt he's feeling.
DEAN: Look, just give us some time, okay? We will take care of your Prophet.
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Cas is nervous, Dean is frowning, and Inias is looking at Dean with the same disgusting face as Hester. After everything you have taking from us? They lost his Commander, the Great Castiel since they came back from rescue Dean. They lost their leader Because of Dean. The very touch of you corrupts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you I'm Hell he was lost! They blame Dean. They blame the bond between them. Is dirty. Disgusting. Corrupt.
After all this... Cas wanted to die... Really... When Hester had him surrended, on his knees, Cas wanted to die...
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Look at Castiel's slight smile there, he thinks his nightmare is gonna finish there... But Meg won't let that happen.
Castiel have a reason to fight again, Because Dean forgives him
In episode 7x23 Survival of the Fittest, there's a comical comment about Cas appearing naked covered in bees in Dean's car... We never saw that idk why... But... Yeah.
But let's talk about this dialogue here (after "He was your boyfriend first" famous quote of Meg)
CASTIEL: Well, Dean, I've been thinking. Monkeys are so... clever, and they're sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?
Well... As crazy as this sounds here .. he's talking about humans and Leviathans making test on them, he's worried about humans being eating and tested in experiments by Roman. That's why he decided provide the Winchesters from some info.
But when Dean wants more from him, the avoidance is there again...
DEAN: Um, I'm sorry. If the angels are dead, where's Kevin?
Angels+death...
CASTIEL: I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?
Keep talking about humans, how to save them... Not using force. And Dean gets mad again...
After this, Castiel keeps taking care of the Winchester by cooking for them. How cute .. but Dean wants more from him. He wants him to fight.
They had said goodbye to Bobby again... And Cas watched the whole scene ...
When Dean gave up with that fact, he asked Castiel to fly him back to get Baby.
And we will have this beautiful Destiel scene...
CASTIEL: I'm not good luck, Dean.
DEAN: Yeah, but you know what? Bottom of the ninth, and you're the only guy left on the bench... 
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This is a beautiful quote ... Is Dean saying I forgive you, look at his sincere gaze. And Cas... Cas developing instantly, his heart eyes... Because those words warmed his heart, and gave him back his mission. Dean was forgiving him. Finally.
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And Dean's face when he sees the response he got from CAS... Those eyes looking back at him with such love. He felt kind of uncomfortable... Maybe because he said too much, he showed too much feelings on it... Maybe because he sounded more than just a friend right there... So the... What? Is a rhetorical question... He knows what.
And the excuse is...
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Look at this now... I'll probably die tomorrow, so... Remember when he said Bobby should forgive Rufus? Because when death is in your door you have to have your friends and family with solved issues? Well... He used this excuse... And what he obtained from CAS was his loyalty and love again. His ally, and that surprised Dean. Suddenly, Cas was his Cas again. No more craziness... What happened? What made the difference? Dean's forgiveness and warm words made the difference. Castiel is back.
By the end of the episode, Castiel will be protecting Dean again, putting himself between him and Roman.
To Conclude
Edlund's episode was rich in symbolism and showed us a very depressed Cas, each word that came from his mouth were trying to say something else. He wanted to die because Dean couldn't forgive him and because all the bad things he did when he was Godstiel.
When Dean finally forgives Cas, he returned to live, literally, and had his mission back. These were two very romantic episodes and the subtext was huge.
I hope you like this last one! See you in season 8's Chronicles next week! 😘💕
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"Bees" Part 2 or the destiel fluff continues
Summary: Dean and Cas are watching the bees together, being very cute. Then the elder Winchester has a stupid idea. Sam will love it. XD
Warnings: just FLUFF, Cas being an innocent cinnamon roll, Dean being...well Dean, and Sam being annoyed by it ♡
Words: about 1100
A/N: This is for @carryonbananas who asked for a part 2!❤ Thank you again, I had much fun writing it and I hope you'll enjoy it! <3
Sooo, you don't have to read part 1 to read this one shot, they're actually pretty independent and only very lose connected.♡ They only share one thing: Bees! And the cuteness!
I hope you'll like it! Enjoy! <3
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"This is stupid," Dean mutters. Grass is tickling him on literally every inch of his body, insects are filling the air with sirring noises.
I can't believe I'm actually doing this shit.
"No, it's not, Dean," Cas determines, lying next to the green - eyed hunter. He shakes his head, frowning.
They're both on the meadow from the day before, holding hands and staring tho the pale, blue sky.
Dean snorts. "Okay, so...tell me what we're doing here? I don't get it," he tells his boyfriend, but can't help but smile as Cas' elbow hits him in the ribs.
"We're watching the bees, Dean. You're stupid," Cas says.
Dean chuckles, snuggling closer to the angel. He lies his head on the other's shoulder, losing himself in the beauty of the moment. Everything seems...okay. He never wants it to stop. His breathing is getting slower as he relaxes completely, closing his eyes...
"Dean!"
He winces, opening his eyes again. His sight is blurry for a couple of heartbeats. His back kinda hurts. In fact, lying on the grass isn't as comfortable as it seems.
"What?" he asks, quietly.
Cas laughs: "Please tell me that you weren't about to sleep right here."
Damn it.
Dean grins, tugging one of his arms under his head. "No," he says, "Of course not!" He licks his lips, his gaze following a fluffy honeybee making its way flying above them.
He can't see Cas' face right now, but he's sure that the angels is rolling his eyes. Another punch in the ribs, then Cas turns around, slowly. Dean does the same, so that they're lying face to face.
"I love you, Dean," Cas suddenly mutters, his eyes shining in the sunlight like blue stars. He blinks, thoughtfully.
Dean can feel the excitement in his stomage as he answers, softly: "I love you too, Cas."
He pulls the angel closer, carefully, their lips are finding each other in a slow, passionate kiss. Dean never wants to let this go. He bets that Cas feels the same about it. And suddenly, he has an idea...
The hunter hesitates, a shit eating grin on his face. "Cas," he begins, "I think I know how you can finally pet your bees like they deserve it."
The angel already seems to know what's up. His eyes are going wide.
"Dean, no! Don't even think about it!"
"Why not? Sam will love it!" Dean says, grinning.
Cas chuckles, he can't hide his excitement: "Dean...This is stupid and you know that!" His face is lighten up with pure happiness. He just can't believe it.
Dean nods: "It's not stupid. It's genius. Let's do it."
He gets up, pulling on Cas arm until the angel sighs and does the same. He grins like an idiot: "Oh, this is - "
Dean snips with his fingers, interrupting the other: "Ha! Don't say it! It's...genius."
Cas shakes his head, muttering something.
" What?" the hunter asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing," Cas smiles, "Let's do it!"
Dean winks, already heading to the Impala that is parked on the street near the meadow: "That's exactly what I wanted to hear! Let's go!"
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A couple of hours and arguments with different people later - I'm telling you! We're experts! Do you see this badge? We know what we're doing...Damn it, Cas! - Dean knocks at the old metal door of the bunker. He turns around, nodding to Cas who is like completely covered by the beehive he's carrying. Dean holds his thumbs up, laughing.
"This is going to be awesome!" he tells the angel.
"Sure, Dean," Cas says, looking more than happy with his package.
The door opens, slowly, with a loud creak.
Then they hear Sam already ranting: "Damn it, Dean! You have a key! Don't always wait until I - "
He stops, his mouth falling open.
"What the fuck is that again, Dean?" he asks, annoyed.
"Hello, Sam," Cas says full of excitement, "Dean helped me buying a home for bees, so I can have my own colony near the bunker! We can finally have our own honey!"
Sam nods, shooting his grinning brother angry looks: " Yeah, Cas...why don't you put it down over there?" He points to a place behind a couple of trees, not far away from the bunker's entrance.
"Okay," the angel answers, already walking away.
Sam sighs: "Dean."
The elder Winchester shrugs. "What? He loves it! Every time it rains he gets sad, 'cause he can't go out to watch the bees on the meadow. Now he'll feel better when they're closer to him. And come on, Sammy - it's cute!" he says to his younger brother. Sam still seems to be anything but happy about it.
"I can't believe you've done this. How?" he asks, stunned.
Dean smirks: "Well...we do have fake badges. Actually, it wasn't a big deal to buy such a beehive thing. I mean, there are no bees in it yet. The difficult thing was to convince those stupid beekeeper guys that we're having our licences and stuff. But we made it. I'll help Cas go and get his bee colony tomorrow."
He runs a hand through his hair, his gaze flowing to Cas who does his best to arrange his little beehive near the trees. His heart fills with warmth and he smiles, softly.
Sam tilts his head: "What if someone notices? I mean there are barely people driving on this street near the bunker, but what if someone does it and sees the bees?"
Dean frowns: "Nobody willl notice! There are hundreds of beehives in the wilderness without some sons of bitches who care about them! Damn it, Sammy. You're such a pessimist."
Sam raises an eyebrow: "Me? Never. You're the pessimist here, you know that."
Dean growls, but can't hide his smile: "Bitch."
"Jerk," Sam answers with a mild smirk. Dean rests a hand on his shoulder, he knows that he broke the ice. He pulls his baby brother in a big hug. Sam sighs.
"You okay, Sammy?" he asks.
"Sure," Sam says, "I'm just tired as hell. Haven't had enough sleep last night. I'm gonna...I'm gonna continue what I was doing before you decided to show up with your crazy boyfriend and bees. Sleeping."
Dean chuckles, ruffling his brother's hair. Sam tries to escape: "Stop it! Go help Cas arranging his beehive!" He rolls his eyes as Dean bursts out laughing.
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Aaaand that's it! Thank you so much for reading and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit I will love you forever! <3
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Destiel: Season 7 - A catalog of Supernatural episodes
A catalog of each episode in Supernatural that features scenes related to Destiel. This includes scenes between Dean and Castiel, scenes with other characters that address their relationship with each other, and scenes that allude to Dean’s bisexuality.
Season 7 Summary Analysis
Despite having felt betrayed by his actions in season 6, Dean is devastated by Castiel’s death, spiraling into depression and becoming self-destructive. When Cas returns, Dean is happy he’s alive, but also still upset about Castiel’s previous manipulation and betrayal. Cas takes on Sam’s burden of mental instability to atone for his mistakes, and he avoids conflict out of fear of messing up again. Cas is only able to come out of his funk when Dean tells him he forgives him and still believes in him.
My interpretation: Castiel’s betrayal hits Dean harder than anyone else because Dean trusted him more than he’s trusted anyone else in his life. He feels lost when Cas dies, not knowing who to trust. Dean is able to fully forgive Cas after he saves Sam, and still values his help even though he’s gone a bit wonky. Cas feels utterly appalled at himself for the cataclysmic mistakes he’s made. He reverts to a childlike state in order to cope with the knowledge that he has caused intense suffering. He feels connected to Meg because she is one of the few people with a level of darkness in her comparable to the one he feels within himself. Dean is the only person who can talk Cas into getting back into the fight because he trusts Dean’s judgement above his own—if Dean believes in him, then he can allow himself to believe in himself.
7.01 Meet the New Boss
The Purgatory souls have completely scrambled Castiel’s brain. He turns away from free will ideals and becomes a tyrant, killing many angels and doing lots of damage on Earth. Dean has given up on Cas: “Cas is never coming back. He’s lied to us, he used us, he cracked your gourd like it was nothing. No more talk. We have spent enough on him.”
After his vessel starts falling apart, Cas asks for help returning the souls and feels ashamed: “I feel regret about you and what I did to Sam. If there was time, if I was strong enough, I’d fix him now. I just wanted to make amends before I die.” “Okay.” “Is it working?” “Does it make you feel better?” “No. You?” “Not a bit.”
When Cas falls unconscious after Purgatory has opened, Dean is still concerned for his welfare and upset that he’s (apparently) dead: “Cas, you child. Why didn’t you listen to me?”
Cas desperately wants to redeem himself: “I’ll find some way to redeem myself to you.” “Alright, well, one thing at a time. Come on, let’s get you outta her.” “I mean it, Dean.” “Okay. Alright, but let’s go find Sam, okay?”
7.02 Hello, Cruel World
Dean is devastated when Cas (apparently) dies, and he keeps his trench coat that has washed up on the shore: “Dumb son of a bitch.”
Bobby recognizes the extent of Dean’s loss: “Just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother’s in the bell jar, and Purgatory’s most wanted are surfin’ the sewer lines, but yeah, I get it. Right. You’re fine.”
7.07 The Mentalists
Sam calls Dean out for pretending he’s fine when he’s not: “You can’t just look me in the face and tell me you’re fine. I mean, you’re not sleeping, you drink for the record... Just be honest with me, how are those the actions of someone who knows they did the right thing? [in reference to killing Amy]” “I went with my gut, and that felt right. I didn’t trust her, Sam. Of course, ever since Cas, I’m having a hard time trusting anybody. And as far as how I’ve been acting, I don’t know. Maybe it’s ‘cause I don’t like lying to you. You know, it doesn’t feel right. So yeah, you got me there. I been climbing the walls.”
7.09 How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters
Sam talks about Dean‘s struggle with Bobby: “So you don’t worry about him? ...Ever since my head broke, and we lost Cas. I mean, you feel like he’s going through the same motions but he’s not the same Dean, you know?”
Bobby calls Dean out for his despondent behavior: “I’ve seen a lot of hunters live and die. You’re starting to talk like one of the dead ones, Dean.” “No, I’m talking the way a person talks when they’ve had it, when they can’t figure out why they used to think all this mattered.”
7.12 Time After Time
Sam makes a joke about Dean’s sexuality: “Are you gonna look at more anime, or are you strictly into Dick now?”
7.13 The Slice Girls
Sam observes Dean’s distracted behavior again: “You know what? Bobby was right. Your head’s not in it, man. When Cas died, you were wobbly, but now... Look, Dean, the thing is, tonight it almost got you killed. Now I don’t care how you deal. I really, really don’t. But just don’t get killed.”
7.17 The Born-Again Identity
Dean is dumb-founded when he sees that Cas is alive. Even though Cas has no memory of what happened, Dean talks about it with him: “You know, I used to be able to just shake this stuff off. You know, whatever it was, it might take me some time, but I always could. What Cas did, I just can’t. I don’t know why.”
Dean looks uncomfortable when Meg flirts with the amnesiac Cas.
Dean encourages Cas to use his powers: “It’s in there. I’m sure it’s just like riding a bike.”
When Castiel’s memory returns, he feels ashamed for what he did. He tries to run off, but Dean stops him: “If you remember, then you know you did the best you could at the time.” “Don’t defend me. Do you have any idea the death toll in heaven? On Earth? We didn’t part friends, Dean.” “So, what?” “I deserved to die. Now I can’t possibly fix it, so why did I even walk out of that river?” “Maybe TO fix it.”
Dean is able to convince Cas to stay and help after he pulls his trench coat out of the trunk of his car.
To atone for what he did to Sam, Cas shifts Sam’s broken mental state into himself.
7.20 The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo
Dean walks Charlie through flirting with a man, and he tells Sam not to tell anyone about it: “It shows. You look amazing.” “You do anything else with your free time, like take a girl out for a drink?”
7.21 Reading is Fundamental
When Cas wakes up, Dean is happy to see him, but not sure how to handle his wackiness.
Cas exhibits fondness for Meg: “Will you look at her? My caretaker. All of that thorny pain. So beautiful.”
When Dean tries to talk to Cas about what he did, Cas makes him play a game of Sorry!: “We live in a ‘Sorry!’ universe. It’s engineered to create conflict. I mean, why should I prosper from your misfortune? But these are the rules. I didn’t make ‘em.” “You made some of ‘em. When you tried to become God, when you cut that hole into that wall.”
Dean is still furious with Cas: “Forget the game, Cas.” “I’m sorry, Dean.” “No. You’re playing sorry.”
When Dean yells at Cas, he gets upset. He explains that he doesn’t want to get involved: “No, I don’t fight anymore. I watch the bees.”
Dean expresses his frustration with Cas to Kevin: “The angels, they don’t care. I think maybe they just don’t have the equipment to care. It seems like when they try, it just breaks them apart.”
When Hester shows back up again, she mentions Castiel’s deep connection with Dean: “The very touch if you corrupts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell, he was lost!”
Cas gives his blood for a spell: “Well, you know me. I’m always happy to bleed for the Winchesters.”
7.23 Survival of the Fittest
We learn that Cas apparently showed up naked on Dean’s car: “We can call Castiel again.” “Dude, on my car, he showed up naked, covered in bees.” “Yeah, I’m not really sorry I missed that.”
Meg complains about Cas to Dean: “Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first.”
Dean gets frustrated trying to communicate with Cas, who is still acting wonky, but he tries hard to be patient with him.
Cas makes sandwiches for the Winchesters made with uncontaminated food from out of the country: “Please, accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.”
Cas still feels ashamed for what he did and is afraid of messing up again: “I can’t help. You understand? I can’t. I destroyed everything, and I will destroy everything again. Can we please just leave it at that?”
Dean loses his patience with Cas: “No, we can’t leave it. You let these freakin’ things in, so you don’t get to make a sandwich, you don’t get a damn cat, nobody cares that you’re broken, Cas! Clean up your mess!”
Dean convinces Cas to help by explaining that he still believes in him: “Bottom of the ninth, and you’re the only guy left on the bench... sorry, but I’d rather have you, cursed or not.” ... “Well, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I detect a note of forgiveness.” “Yeah, well, we’re probably gonna die tomorrow, so...” “Well, I’ll go with you. And I’ll do my best.”
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my favorite destiel fics under 10k
hello enjoy!! there’s a bunch so they’re under the cut. :) a couple are dcj which is noted after the title! 
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A Change of Scene by SurlyCat
Words: 7,606
When Dean goes over to see his Dom on Christmas Eve, he isn't expecting Cas to play naughty Santa, and neither of them is expecting how it turns out for them.
Aloft by VioletHaze 
Words: 5,271
Despite his bravado walking in, he can’t quite bring himself to sit on Cas’s actual bed, but he stands near the foot of it and takes a long pull of his beer. In silent satisfaction, he watches Cas watch him lick the beer off his upper lip.
From past experience, this should be when Cas strides forward and Dean pretends to let him take charge. For whatever reason, though, that’s not happening. If anything, Cas seems to have put a little extra space between them.
“Dean, about today,” Cas begins and Jesus Christ when he said he wanted to talk he actually wanted to talk.
Dean feels the embarrassment at being so far off base twist at his gut. The bottle he was holding loosely in his hand is now clenched in his fist as he makes for the door. “We are not doing this.”
He’s stopped in his tracks when his vision goes black, disorienting him. It takes a second or two to realize it isn’t the black of darkness or unconsciousness, but a deep iridescent black of feathers and wings.
A moving sea. by orange_crushed
Words: 3,356
It’s a pretty song but just too fucking sad, even if he doesn’t catch all the words, so Dean reaches out to change it. But Castiel’s hand meets his halfway, startles him into pulling back. He glances over and sees Castiel’s eyes watching him, glittering a little in the light from the dash. He wasn’t sleeping at all. “I like this one,” Castiel says. “Do you mind?”
"No," says Dean, and leaves it. Castiel twines their fingers together and they stay like that for the next dozen miles.
Angel-Mine by relucant @relucant​
Words: 4,274
Cas exhaled. "When an angel's wings are injured," he said to his feet, "the healing process can be augmented by… grooming, I suppose, would be the most accurate word. Removal of the maimed feathers to allow growth of healthy ones. Otherwise, they're left to fall out alone." He tilted his head towards the nightstand. "As you see."
Dean stared at him. "So… that's why I can't help?" he said slowly. "'Cause I can't, y'know… see 'em? Or touch 'em?"
"Yes," Cas said, slightly too quickly, and Dean snorted.
"You're still a shitty liar, Cas," he informed him. "What ain't you tellin' me?"
A Room of His Own (or not) by Valinde (Valyria)
Words: 3,036
Dean took a deep breath and reassessed the situation. He was in bed with a guy, sure, and technically they were snuggling, but it was Cas. The guy had absolutely no reference on what was appropriate physical contact between two dudes sharing a bed in the... normal, completely unsexy, no-funny-business, way.
A Simple Touch, A Single Look by jujubiest
Words: 2,334
Something is going on between Dean and Castiel, and Sam is determined to find out what it is. Meanwhile, Castiel puzzles over surprising aspects of his relationship with Dean.
As Long as you Like by artsyUnderstudy
Words: 6,626
A few months after Cas finally comes home to Dean, the two have settled in comfortably together. It's only after a botched date that Dean starts to worry he might not understand what Cas needs.
Boys On Film by LoversAntiquities 
Words: 8,540
But maybe that’s what it is—maybe Castiel’s finally realized something Dean is too chicken to admit, despite the fact he’s been jerking off to the idea of Castiel fucking him for the past few weeks. The idea warms him as much as it pains him to think about, his friend not being able to talk to him about something like that. That has to be it—it’s the only explanation. Castiel likes him.
“Or maybe he knows you do cam shows.”
Dean chokes on his burger.
Castiel's Angel by Valinde (Valyria)
Words: 5,073
The angel took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. He was fidgeting Cas noticed. Usually he was so bizarrely at ease in his human form, lounging around and tossing winks and smirks at anyone with a pulse. That more than anything had Cas straightening on his stool and wishing he was a little less tipsy.
“Ineedyoutogroommywings,” Dean muttered in one long, almost unintelligible, string. He was blushing.
Casturbatus Interruptus by smallhorizons
Words: 6,118
post-9.01, in a slight AU wherein Cas comes to live with the Winchesters at the Bunker. Written before 9.03. Crossposting from Tumblr. Written for a prompt from hightopsandsharpies: "Okay, so Cas is a virgin, and has no idea what pleasure is and Dean decides to show him and Cas gets all cuddly and needy afterwards."
Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean decides to lend him a hand in a totally platonic, non-romantic way. Things get a little out of control.
Curriculum vitae by cadignan
Words: 2,875
Curriculum vitae, n. A short account of one's career and qualifications. From Latin "course of (one's) life."
Dances With Bees by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan​
Words: 1,402
There is no First Blade. No Mark of Cain. No Ezekiel or Metatron or Trials or Purgatory. There is Dean, and there is Baby, and there is Cas, and all three are worse for wear.
"In which Dean is not a bee, Cas is not a flower, and the image of Cas' left hand on a radio dial and a hole in the knee of his scrubs will haunt your every waking moment for eternity. YOU'RE WELCOME."―Thank you for helping write the summary, Betty.
Days With You by omgbubblesomg @omgbubblesomg​
Words: 3,212
Dean’s almost tragically offended when he moves into a new apartment and despite his absolute best efforts he can’t win more than a smile from his devastatingly handsome neighbour.
Every Last First by Areiton @areiton​
Words: 1,514
Somewhere along the way, Cas stopped being an ally, a friend.
Now, he was simply everything.
For Science by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan​
Words: 6,105
“Think of it like an experiment," says Dean. "You’re testing a hypothesis as to whether or not a desirable response can be achieved through the stimulation of the anus via the application of a willing volunteer’s muscular hydrostat.”
Cas raises an eyebrow. “Are you actually trying to use the scientific method to talk me into letting you lick my asshole?”
Freeze Frame by surlybobbies
Words: 4,998
Dean's got about two minutes before Cas comes back, which is more than mildly inconvenient because Dean's just found out Cas is in love with him.
Friends Helping Friends (Telling Me What My Heart Meant) byAnnie D (scaramouche)
Words: 6,201
Dean and Cas have known each other for about a year now, and in that time, Cas has never gone into heat. So far.
He Came in Through the Bedroom Window by betts
Words: 4,725
Close to every day of every summer, Cas climbs into Dean’s room immediately after he wakes up.
He Woke Me Up Again by artsyUnderstudy
Words: 7,642
Castiel is injured at the studio, giving him and Dean time to work through their newly forming relationship.
If I Run by Anonymous
Words: 4,365
"Dean Winchester is a red-blooded American male. He lifts all the things. He aims for functional strength. He counts his macros and makes fun of curlbros. He is not a member of the Tarahumara tribe and he will not read Born to Run, no matter how many times Sam tells him to, because Starting Strength is the only book Dean will ever fucking need."
***
Wherein a friendly competition with the mysterious ThursdaysAngel turns into a sexy selfie-trading spree that motivates Dean Winchester to train for his first marathon.
Inhuman by Annie D (scaramouche)
Words: 2,098
Dean has learned that sex is different when there's an angel involved.
Just After, But Before by cymbalism
Words: 8,712
Just after Purgatory, but before whatever's next, Dean has a broken angel to put back together.
Just like honey. by orange_crushed
Words: 4,505
"Dean," Cas says. His hand is still flat against Dean's heart. "I've been- will you do something for me?"
"Sure," Dean says. He doesn't even have to think about it. Cas's eyes are starring over, gleaming at the edges with the faintest track of unshed tears, even though he's smiling again. Dean's never actually seen him cry: happy, stubborn, tireless Castiel and his bees and guacamole and perfect coffee and perpetually bare feet, Cas, Dean's hardy dandelion blooming in the middle of the sidewalk. Dean would do literally anything he asked right now, jump off a cliff or ford a river, hand to hand combat with a mountain lion, an eight-course dinner with all Cas's jerkoff fundamentalist relatives. Dean would learn Esperanto or become a bonds trader, whatever the fuck that is. Dean would die for him. Dean would do it smiling.
"Marry me," Cas says.
Kisses by Sunflower Beds by fanforfanatic @fanforfanatic​
Words: 3,299
Cas can’t bring Dean back. But he can’t be without him. So Cas leaves to meet versions of Dean he hasn’t come across before. Dean at three as a snotty toddler. At eight as a grubby child. At fifteen when he's already damaged. Cas travels through time to meet Dean throughout his life, different version of the man and Cas loves every single one.
La cucina. by orange_crushed
Words: 3,962
Dean turns around and Castiel is picking through the jars, turning them over carefully to read the labels, totally engrossed. Dean watches him.
"Is there," Dean says, "uh, anything in there you like?" Castiel looks up at him and then back at the apples, sitting in a basket on the counter in their golden skins, ripe and pretty. Castiel smiles up at Dean.
Like a Parched Land by Las
Words: 8,676
Written for the following prompt: "Reverse!verse: Castiel is the Righteous Man and Dean is the angel who drags his ass out of Hell." This is an AU version of episodes 5x01 through 5x03.
Long Nights in Cold Months by pyrebi
Words: 2,344
When you're an insomniac, you get used to the "what the hell are you doing up, man?" look. Dean just hopes the guy who's stocking the shelves will stop giving it to him long enough to help him find some damn pineapple.
Love, Take Your Toll by aileenrose
Words: 8,724
Cas sees hundreds of faces every day, but there's only one that he really cares about.
Movie Night by Annie D (scaramouche)
Words: 7,683
Dean invites his friends over so that they can gangbang Cas, and fun times were had by all.
Mysteries. by orange_crushed
Words: 2,542
But if God is not gone entirely, if God is not blind, then God knows about this, too. He might be the only one who can hear it: the inaudible rumbling in Castiel’s heart, restless and aching like an empty stomach.
Negotiating the Spot by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan​
Words: 6,521
"They lie there in a comfortable silence for a while, Dean on his back with his eyes closed and Cas on his side curled around him. Eventually, Cas’ back starts to hurt, and his arm starts going numb beneath the pillow, squashed by the weight of his head and the odd angle. This is becoming a common problem when they cuddle after sex, and Cas doesn’t understand why."
The wet spot on the bed often poses a problem once the afterglow subsides, but rarely does it offer solutions.
okay, cupid. by orange_crushed
Words: 4,591
"The dating thing?" Dean frowns. "Online dating is for weirdos. Robots. Dudes hanging out in their basements."
"You hang out in your basement."
"I have an air hockey table down there,” Dean says, icily.
Once Upon A Dream by jujubiest
Words: 4,899
Everybody-Dean included-attributes Castiel's awkward staring and lack of appreciation for personal space to his lack of understanding when it comes to humans. Funny thing, though: Cas never invades Bobby's personal space, or Sam's. Why is Dean different? Maybe there's something everyone is missing.
Orange You Glad by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefan​
Words: 6,062
Dean hates farmers markets and everything that they stand for. However, following a conversation with a new friend, an aptly-timed epiphany, and some impromptu pie-sharing, Dean's definitely rethinking that opinion.
Perfect Symmetry by FPwoper (dcj) @fpwoper 
Words: 1,447
In which Dean gets drunk and gets lucky. With twins.
Petals by Morethancupcake
Words: 1,745
"He tells him about the bet, about how Ash had pointed Castiel out and had said "Fifty bucks none of you can't have him." Dean doesn't tell him the insults, but Castiel can guess them, all of them. They all probably laughed at how awkward he was, how out of place. How wrong."
Dean tells him about the bet. In the morning, Castiel is gone.
Physics can wait by museaway @museaway​ 
Words: 1,654
Dean doesn’t want a tutor, especially not some kid his age in a tan sweater with a tie and a freaking button-down, but his mom insisted.
Pink by museaway @museaway​
Words: 7,651
After a chance encounter at Lawrence Laundromat (at 3am, no less), Castiel is enthralled with his memory of a man in dusty jeans and a plain t-shirt with a pair of panties in his laundry basket. So Charlie Bradbury (aka Castiel's Former Best Friend) places a "missed connections" ad on his behalf, because that's what friends are for.
Queer by SeashellDestihell
Words: 1,948
A collection of times Dean encounters the word queer.
Release by lovegonestale
Words: 2,504
"Dean refuses to acknowledge his affection/lust for Castiel which backfires horridly when an angel/monster/witch strips Dean of his control and leaves only the basic instincts. The animal inside Dean wants Castiel, wants him under him, submitting, his mate/bitch and he'll do whatever he needs to get that."
Sharing Hands by almaasi 
Dean feels something strange when he touches himself, and realises Cas has been using him as a vessel ever since he came back from Purgatory.
Shopping with Castiel by Anonymous
Words: 2,126
Dean takes Castiel shopping, and the tension is just too much to handle.
Show Me by relucant @relucant​
Words: 3,069
“Huh,” Dean said again. He paused for a moment, then blurted, “Do you think you could show me?” Cas’ eyes widened, but before he could respond, Dean continued in a rush, “Like, um, a porn or something? I mean, just to, like – oh, God, never mind.” He dropped his head into his hands, the tips of his ears bright red.
It wouldn’t be the first time their decade-long friendship had gone a little beyond PG-ratings, between curious middle-school jerkoffs over the pilfered Playboys from Dean’s hidden stash to some drunken high school party games that maybe got a little more handsy than necessary. But they were seniors in college now, and Cas’ attraction to Dean had acquired a weight it hadn’t had as teenagers, and he was pretty sure watching gay porn together was a bad way to fuel that fire.
“Okay,” he said, before his mouth caught up to his dick.
Dean jerked his head up. “What?” he said stupidly.
Something Like This by AlizarinDreams
Words: 2,891
PWP continuation of Missing the Point. Really. That's it.
Steal my Breath by Sincestiel
Words: 1,991
“Tighter, Dean, please,” Cas urges throwing his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. Dean squeezes. He doesn’t know why Cas wants this or even what the appeal is, but he always comes harder when he’s struggling to breathe.
Study Break by relucant @relucant​
Words: 3,544
“Stop whining,” Cas said. “Finish your outline and we’ll go. There’s beer at the apartment. We’ll put on Star Wars and pretend we never set foot in the library over break.”
“Castiel Novak,” Dean said, putting his hand to his heart, “you are the wind beneath my wings.”
“Idiot,” Cas said affectionately, hoping Dean didn’t notice the hot flush creeping up his neck. He snatched his pen back and returned to his paper.
They worked in silence for several minutes, punctuated only by Dean’s occasional groans of boredom. Finally he pushed his laptop away and opened his mouth to complain when another clap of thunder shook the walls, much louder than before, and the lights flickered briefly.
Stupid with a Flare Gun by remmyme @remmyme​
Words: 3,912
“Look,” Dean grits, pinching at the bridge of his nose, “You’ve got a body. Yourbody.” (Castiel, not long ago: “Jimmy…his soul was not returned to me.”) “You’re gonna damn well learn how to use it.” The hunter reaches under the seat to jerk at the lever, sliding back the whole of the front bench and badly startling Castiel with the unexpected jolt of movement. “And, hate to break it to you, but this town’s really not that big. You just got yourself kicked out of the only joint that’s got the professionals at work.”
Dean twists to lean against the car door, pulling up a leg to lay across the seat. The moment stretches, silent and tense.
“I ain’t gonna fuck you,” he says, voice gruff, “but I’ll talk you through it.”
Support Your Local Gay Beekeeper by Powerfulweak
Words: 3,976
It’s not like Dean goes on Grindr very often, just when he’s bored and alone. The blue-eyed guy's profile reads "Beekeeper, 29, 5'10, Single, I watch the bees." Dean is intrigued. He has to send a message.
Take Me Home Tonight by Persephoneshadow
Words: 8,111
“Come on, we’re finding you someone to…engage with sexually or whatever,” Dean explains, chancing another swig of beer before going on. “Anyone in this bar, no limits, who would you would be your top choice to bang?”
“Well, you, ideally.”
Dean spits out some beer before collapsing in on himself, legitimately choking this time. “Excuse me?!”
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Or the one where Cas wants to have sex and Dean is there to help.
Take Your Time by smallhorizons
Words: 2,532
Basically: Dean takes his time opening up Cas with his tongue and fingers before he finally slips inside and gives Cas what he wants.
The First Thing by Valinde (Valyria)
Words: 2,609
Dean figures out what he wants.
The Occasional Sentimentality by Annie D (scaramouche)
Words: 7,512
Dean has the Winchester business, Castiel is an independent contractor, their penchant for violence is something they have in common. For eight months they've been meeting off and on for brief yet intense encounters, but like all things, it can't stay that way forever.
The One Thing You Can't Lose by MajorEnglishEsquire
Words: 4,955
You know what I like a lot? The thought that Dean can just tug Cas anywhere at any time and Cas, who can lift tons without effort, who can demolish things with the light of his grace, who has battled and gone to war, has defended and broken, will just let Dean do it.
The Samhain Trials by jemariel @jemariel
Words 8,068
On Samhain night, the veil is thin, not only between the spirit world and our own, but between humankind and their inner natures.
Every year, the hunt is run. Alphas and omegas brave the woods in search of glory and passion. Every year, Dean Winchester comes out alone. The soulbrand on his neck means that he has a True Mate, and what should be a blessing has only been a curse.
He hopes, and he waits, and this year his soulbrand has been itching as if it were newly risen.
It's nearly sundown.
The Sweetest Taste by habitatfordeanwinchester @cineastette
Words: 1,938
“I assure you that I can feel and taste things just as well as you can, if not more so.”
“You’ve spent centuries as a, what do you call it, fucking celestial wavelength? You can’t possibly tell me that you think you’re a greater authority on hot chocolate.”
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In which Dean and Castiel argue about hot chocolate.
through hardships to the stars by museaway @museaway 
Words: 4,554
Cas showed up at Dean’s apartment six minutes before midnight with a six-pack of Ad Astra under his arm and Interstellar on blu-ray.
Times Two by relucant (dcj) @relucant
Words: 5,416
[10:50] From: Charlie
So did you find Mr. Sex Hair?
[10:51] To: Charlie
actually yeah. and dude -- there's TWO of them
[10:51] From: Charlie
… How drunk are you?
[10:52] To: Charlie
im not!
[10:52] To: Charlie
ok im lying, i am a little
[10:53] To: Charlie
but srsly, they're twins. and ofc i accosted the wrong twin abt the pic
[10:55] From: Charlie
Oh my God. Your life is a fanfic.
[10:56] From: Charlie
So… Dean-sandwich on the menu then?
To be Alone with You by artsyUnderstudy
Words: 6,248
Castiel needs a model for his new sculpture project, and Dean Winchester sounds perfect for the job.
Tush by Sales Associate Steve (Stiney) @salesassociatesteve
Words: 5,359
Dean's still not exactly clear how he got here, but it's not so bad, actually, it's pretty awesome modeling panties on Tumblr.
Unfocused, Blissed Out by jemariel (dcj) @jemariel
Words: 1,818
“You’re both so beautiful,” Cas finds himself saying.
Jimmy laughs a high snort of a laugh. “Whatever you say, asshole.”
Dean slaps him lightly on the shoulder. “Way to ruin the moment, jerk.”
But Cas just settles deeper into the pillows and around his lovers, smiling and content.
We Will Touch Our Feet Together by cadignan
Words: 7,388
Go to one hour’s worth of paid cuddling—touch therapy, whatever—and end up with a pothead moping on your couch, talking about kinky sex.
Wordplay by Dangerousnotbroken @dangerousnotbroken
Words: 2,964
“I don’t understand why talking dirty is such a big deal for you humans,” Cas complains, apropos of nothing.
You Deserve This by beansprean
Words: 2,190
Sex with Cas was never supposed to be an emotional experience, and Dean doesn't deserve to be made love to.
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Butterfly Wings and Guitar Strings- Part Three
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Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized!Reader
Summary- The Avengers are the biggest rock band in the world, but you’ve never been a fan. That is until your best friend Helen Cho wins back stage passes to their concert in Vegas. While she’s making heart eyes at the drummer Thor, you’re falling for their lead guitarist Bucky Barnes.
Message- If you want to be tagged send an ASK! Also not my pictures.
Warning- Reader was abandoned as a baby and grew up in foster care, because she was sickly as a baby.
Part One  Part Two
Word Count- 1059
“So where did you disappear to last night?” Helen asks, as she packs her suitcase.
“I got married.” You say.
“What?” Helen gasps.
“I got married.” You say.
“To who?!”
“Bucky Barnes.” You say, smirking.
“Like the Bucky Barnes that’s in The Avengers?” Helen asks.
“I actually think Bucky is a stage name.” You say. “Cause according to our marriage certificate is first name is James.”
“Bucky’s his nickname.” Helen says, crossing her arms. “Where you two at least drunk?”
“Nope.” You say. “We were both stone cold sober.”
“I don’t know if I believe you.” Helen murmurs, glaring at you.
“Give me one minute.” You say, grabbing your phone. You scroll down to Hubby and hit facetime. It rings about 5 times before Bucky picks up.
“Hey, Wifey.” He says, his voice thick with sleep. “What are you doing up so early?”
“Our flight leaves in like 2 hours.” You say, smiling. “Also its 10:00 in the morning, it’s not early.”
“Life of a rock star, Babe.” Bucky chuckles. “Party all night, sleep all day.”
“Holy shit.” Helen murmurs. “You married Bucky Barnes.”
“Say hello to Helen, Darling.” You say, moving your phone so your friend was in view.
“Hello, Helen.” Bucky says. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Bucky Barnes knows my name.” Helen squeaks. “And he’s married to my best friend.”
“Told you.” You laugh, putting your arm over Helens shoulders.
“Holy shit.” Helen murmurs. “This is insane.”
“Clearly Helen needs some time to process this.” You chuckle. “I’ll call you when I get home, alright?”
“Alright.” Bucky says, smiling. “Bye, Doll! Bye, Helen!”
“Bye, Bucky.” You say, before hanging up.
“You’re married to Bucky Barnes.” Helen murmurs.
“I feel like that’s been established already.” You laugh.
“How is this even going to work?” Helen asks. “You have school!”
“For like another month.” You say, shrugging. “Once I’m done I’ll move to LA.”
“Where you’ll live happily ever after with Bucky freaking Barnes.”
“Exactly.” You say.
**1 week later**
“Are you happy to be home?” You ask, watching as Bucky unpacks his suitcase over skype.
“Yeah.” Bucky sighs. “I love touring, but being home is nice.”
“Show me around the apartment! I wanna see where I’m gonna live!”
“This isn’t where you’re gonna live.” Bucky says.
“What do you mean?” You ask. “I thought I was going to move in with you.”
“You are! But this isn’t where we’re gonna live. I bought us a house!”
“You didn’t have to do that.” You murmur.
“I know!” Bucky says, smiling. “I wanted to.”
“God you’re perfect.” You sigh.
“So are you, Doll.” Bucky says. “How’s school?”
“It’s good, I just submitted my thesis. I should hear back from the committee in about three weeks.”
“Have you gotten your plane ticket yet?” Bucky asks.
“Yep.” You say, nodding. “Can you text me the address of our house? I need to know where to mail all my stuff.”
“Of course.” Bucky says, smiling. “I like hearing you say that.”
“What?”
“Our house.” Bucky murmurs.
“God, you so cheesy! I kinda love it!”
“Glad to hear it.” Bucky chuckles. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, I added you to the list at Shield Records.”
“The list?” You ask.
“It means you’ll have access to the building, and me if I’m recording.” Bucky explains. “This way you can get ahold of me if something happens between now and when you get here.”
“Look at you, thinking of everything.” You say grinning. “Now tell me about your friends, you haven’t said much about them.”
“Alright.” Bucky says. “Stevie- he plays base- and I have known each other since we were kids. We played in a band called the Howling Commandos in college, but then the band broke up. He’s a punk, but also a total softy.”
“When did you guys join The Avengers?” You ask.
“We met Tony and Clint about a week after our old band broke up. Tony is the lead singer and Clint plays keyboard. Two weeks after that we met Thor and the rest is history.”
“Tell me about them, what are they like?”
“They’re-uh-they’re a lot. You’ll see what I mean when you meet them.” Bucky says.
“Okay.” You say, laughing. “Hey, I should probably go to bed, it’s almost 2 in the morning.”
“Alright, Doll. Call me tomorrow?”
“Of course.” You say, smiling. “Bye, Hubby.
“Bye, Wifey.” Bucky says, before ending the skype call.
**2 weeks later**
“Hey, Helen.” You say, sauntering into the lab. “How’s changing the world going?”
“I am not changing the world.” Helen murmurs, not looking up from her tablet.
“Sure, sure.” You say. “You’re just building a machine that will one day save millions of lives.”
“I need to get it to work first.” Helen grumbles. “Did you need something?”
“I’m done!” You say. “My thesis was approved a week early!”
“That’s amazing!” Helen says.
“I know!” You laugh, hugging your friend. “I’m done! I’m officially done with school!”
“Have you told Bucky yet?” Helen asks.
“No.” You say, shaking your head. “I kinda want to surprise him. Go to LA a week early, there’s a flight leaving tonight.”
“Will you be done packing by then?” Helen asks.
“Yeah, I just have to through my clothes into my suit case. But I still have a couple more boxes to ship-.”
“I can do that!” Helen says.
“Really?” You ask.
“Really.” Helen says, nodding. “But you have to promise me that you’ll invite me to come visit during the summer!”
“Of course!” You say. “I was gonna do that anyway.”
“You’re the best, best friend, Y/N!” Helen says.
“So are you!” You say, hugging Helen again.
“Now, go, pack! You have a flight to catch!”
“Thanks again!” You call over your shoulder, as you run out of the lab. But you stop at the door. “If I don’t see you before I leave I just wanted to tell you, that you’ve made these last 2 years amazing and that I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too.” Helen says. “Call me when you land in LA.”
“I will, promise.”
“Say Hi to your husband for me.” Helen says.
“I will.” You say, before finally leaving the lab. As you walk farther and farther away, the sadness you’re feeling starts to turn to excitement because this time tomorrow you’ll be in LA with Bucky.
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