#cas deserves better

[lumosxiii]

you're gonna hate me for this but sam treated cas so much better and fandom still remembering when sam referred to cas as "it" but totally forgetting about dean throwing cas away TWICE from the bunker really doesn't sit right with me

[purplehoodz]

supernatural has failed me good omens here I come

[caliel66]

Day 21: Haunted

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[ihearthomophobia1]

happy 2 year destiel anniversary !!! I’m traumatized once again !

[mysteriouslycraftytrenchcoat]

A Destiel oneshot

Personal space? Cas?

"So Cas, are you sure you don't want someone to come with you?" Dean enquired for the billionth time.

"Yes Dean, I'll be fine." Cas replied.

A moment of silence was shared. Soft unspoken words dancing at the tip of their tongue but both reluctant to just say it. After all, even if Castiel was an angel, there were so many things that could go wrong. So they stared at each other, trying to take in everything, to treasure every soft and peaceful memory within the span of a few lingering seconds. And of course, then there's Sam third wheeling on the couch behind them.

"I'll leave now." Castiel spoke slowly almost as if he wanted to drag it out until the last second.

"Right." Dean murmured.

And just like that Cas was gone.

"You know he's just headed to check out the place."

He turned around abruptly to face his little brother who was behind him-the whole time.

"Sam!" Dean blurted out surprised.

"Uh, yeah I know. Why?" He continued.

"Right. Why don't you just tell him?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Tell who what?" Dean played dumb.

"Tell Cas that you like him." Sam groaned out making Dean's eyes widen.

"Are you nuts?" Dean choked.

"Dean its getting unbearable to watch it."

"Watch what?!"

"Cas eye-fucking you."

"Dude you have no idea what you are sayin- are you drunk?" Dean choked out with a red face.

"No Dean, I'm not drunk. Nor am I blind. You are a lot less subtle than you think you are."

"Sam, I'll tell this one last time. I do not like men."

"Dude, you had a crush on Harrison Ford." Sam reasoned.

"No, I didn't." Dean denied.

"Yes you did. Look, my point is-why don't you just save us all the pain and just tell him? He clearly likes you back."

"Sam I am no-wait, what?"

"For fucks sake. Have you ever wondered why he always came when you called?" Sam groaned again.

"He comes when you call as well. Hell, he even came when Bobby called."

"No, he doesn't. Besides, Bobby called him because you were in trouble."

"That's bullshit." Dean said, clearly flustered. He damn well didn't want to talk about this, but he was kind of curious. The idea of Cas liking him seemed surreal. He was shaking head to toe.

"Ok, you know what? I'll call him right now. Let's see if he comes."

Dean stood there flushed as his brother tried in vain to call the angel. When Sam finally gave up, he asked Dean to try.

"Ca-Castiel uh could you-" He was cut off immediately.

"Dean."

....................

There was a brief awkward moment between a confused Cas, a flustered Dean, and a smug-slightly offended Sam.

"Did you need anything?" Castiel asked, trying to dissolve the uncomfortable silence.

"Uhh, I-" Dean started, suddenly all eyes falling on him. He looked at Sam for an answer.

"You forgot your Angel blade." Sam replied pulling the Angel blade from behind him.

"But I don't need it. I'm just checking the place."

"Just in case."

"Yeah Cas, just in case. Take it." The older insisted, wanting this to be over already.

"Okay." Castiel trailed off as he took the blade and looked over to Dean (as he always does) to find him avoiding his eyes. He kept staring at the ground and scratching his head.

"I'll be going now." He said glancing over to Dean one last time before disappearing into thin air.

"So-" Sam started when Dean cut him off.

"Don't." Dean stomped back to his room, slamming the door shut. No sleep for a while tonight.

Dean is honestly an idiot. The idiot who saved a lot of people's ass and stopped the damn apocalypse. He never believed he was capable of being loved. He was just a man who could swing a machete or shoot a gun. All he brought was bad luck. All the things he did for the world didn't matter to him. His self loathing never stopped. Not after he practically raised Sam, not after he stopped the apocalypse, not even after he went to hell for his brother, never. Nothing could make him believe he could be loved, that he deserved to be loved.

This wasn't only because of his-as low as the Marina Trench-self esteem, but also because of his abandonment issues. He never had a mother to love him or a father he could to look up to. The one that he did always have had one leg out of the door. Nobody could leave him if he didn't let them close in the first place. He was trying to protect himself. A bad coping mechanism along with alcohol. But hey, who cares.

Besides he didn't have time for love. His line of work didn't let him just settle down and retire. There was always something-someone out there to kill. But ever since Castiel came into his life, he's been messing things up. He couldn't be in love with him. Definitely not.

It wasn't like Cas made him feel safe or comfortable. It wasn't like Cas was always there for him, every single time. It wasn't like he went against all of heaven for him or come every single time he called, even when he was fighting a freaking civil war. It wasn't like he gave Dean everything and never left him. There was no way in hell he could be in love with Castiel, right?

Well that's where he's wrong. He was so hopelessly in love with the angel, he was terrified and the Winchesters were never good at dealing with their feelings.

That night, Dean stood in the middle of his room, his palms sweaty as his feelings started surfacing more and more, it was getting hard to deny. Regardless, he had to admit that sometimes the bunker can be stiflingly intimate when Castiel was around.

....................

"Morning." Sam chimed as his barely awake brother stepped inside the kitchen for coffee. He looked around for a certain someone (It's more of a habit lately)

"Looking for Cas?" Sam asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"N-no."

"Yeah right. Anyway he's in the library and I've got to go."

"What? where?"

"Uhh, somewhere."

"What'd you mean somewhere? Africa?"

"I jus-"

"What's going on?" Castiel's voice made Dean freeze in his spot.

"I'm going out." Sam said and left while Dean snapped back to reality.

"What's up?" He said, but winced when his voice came out like a squeaky duck. Dean and Cas stared at each other in awkward silence.

"What happened?" Castiel questioned.

"Nothing at all. Why would something happen?" Dean said as he made his way to the coffee pot to make himself some overdue coffee.

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Okay, fine." Dean exclaimed, his tired brain and heart having a hard time keeping up the argument.

"Sam thinks I like you." Dean said with a red face.

"So, you don't like me?" Cas questioned with confusion.

"Of course I like you! Sam thinks I like-like you. You know..."He trailed off, getting hotter within the minute.

"No, I don't know Dean." Cas replied as Dean groaned, almost banging his pounding head onto the counter.

"Talk to me." Cas whispered, now standing right in front of Dean. Inches apart.

"Umm Ca-Cas....Personal sp-space?" Dean stuttered, his breath labored. Castiel tilted his head, an amused smile growing on his face. Even though Dean was taller than the angel by an inch or so, Cas sure as hell could be intense enough to make him feel small.

"What?" Dean squeaked out. He regretted opening his mouth immediately.

'Damn it. I can't even act coo-'

His thought was cut off by Castiel's lips on his. Soft, textured, mesmerizing lips. Dean staggered back, letting Castiel pin him against the wall, one hand tangled up in his hair and the other holding him in place. Cas could feel him, all of him against his body. He was warm but trembling slightly.

Dean stood there, knees weak as Castiel's tongue slipped inside his mouth. Then, for a moment, he let his guard down. He let himself live in the moment, not caring about the past or future. Just now, with Cas, drinking each other in. He let his hand run around the angel, melting into him. For once in his life, he let someone take care of him.

They must have stayed there for how long? Not like anyone really cared because that kiss was long overdue.

[luthieny-is-sherlocked]

Supernatural destroyed my already damaged and poor emotional stability and of fucking course I'm making my little brother watch it. I can't be the only one fucked up in this family.

Getting destroyed by a show, cry a lot over Cas. The family business

[deanwasalwaysbi]

Dean's nothing about our lives is real speech? When he says "everything we are is because of chuck"? He was speaking privately & directly to Castiel when he said that.

Not to Sam. Not everything I am. Everything we are. Dean was having a full on crisis.

"You asked, 'What about all of this is real?' We are." Dean didn't know how right Cas was.

Like no baybee. It'll take 15 episodes, but god himself will tell you Cas defied him and his plan to love you, actually.

[queerstudiesnatural]

i'm a firm believer that cas' confession was so so fucked up like you can't tell your best friend with extreme guilt issues that you love him and that's what's gonna kill you and then disappear forever and leave him to deal with that. it's so messed up. and i want cas to be confronted with the consequences of his actions.

so when they finally get cas, after the relieved hugs and "are you okay"s, i want sam to be so mad at cas. i want sam to yell at cas. "i don't know what you said or did to him, but you need to fix it. i want my brother back. dean hasn't spoken a word in months, he's not eating, he's been sick and depressed, he's lost weight, he's not showering, i barely recognise him anymore. dean has been through so much in his life but i've never seen him like this. now i have a feeling i know what happened in that dungeon but it's not my business. all i'm saying is you need to talk to him, and you need to apologise for leaving him like this, and you need to make it better. ok. good to have you back."

[letmeblued]

Now think before voting :)

Original poll here by @uh-ohspaghettio

[fr3sh-c0rn]

Cas: I have feelings for you

Dean: I have feelings for /you/

CW writers: and the feeling was friendship

[valeron99]

You are allowed to want what you want and what you love.

[purplehoodz]

Coincidence? I think not!

Dean Winchester's first and last love, both named 'Cas'.

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

Castiel Character Progression: A Summary:

[ihearthomophobia1]

happy 2 year destiel anniversary !!! I’m traumatized once again !

[destielwarmsthecocklesofmyheart]

[my-castles-crumbling]

pillow ! for the word excerpt ask game

From Clandestine:

“Why do you still insist on changing in the bathroom?” Evan drawled one cold evening as Regulus brought his usual bundle of clothes into the offending room.

He froze.

“Because he doesn’t want you oogling him while he takes off his shirt,” Barty replied for him, not looking up from his Transfiguration text. “It’s uncomfortable enough for me, thanks.”

It was a question he’d gotten a fair amount in the beginning of first year, but they’d let it go as they’d become accustomed to each other. Up until now, it seemed.

Regulus took a breath, heart beating in his throat. “Jealous, Ev?”

“Dunno, just realized the other day that you let fucking Pandora in the bathroom with you, but you don’t let us,” Evan shrugged.

It was true. Pandora and Dorcas both occasionally accompanied him to the bathroom, either to pass him the sanitary products he was terrified of holding, or to help him adjust his binder. He’d never realized Evan had noticed.

But Evan just shrugged a bit and continued. “Just wondering what you and Pandora were getting up to in there. If you’re the first of us to kiss a girl, especially my sister, then-”

“Oi!” Barty interrupted, ignoring his homework, now. “I’ve already kissed a girl!”

“Kissing your muggle neighbor on the cheek behind the slide when you were six does not count,” Evan chided, rolling his eyes.

“And your pillow counts more?” Barty shot back icily.

Evan ignored this, though his cheekbones turned a bit pink, and brought his fingers to his temples, massaging them lightly. “Fine, Bartemius, you're a total whore. But Reg, if you’re kissing my sister, please spare me the details.”

Regulus snorted. “I’m not kissing Pandora.”

But in the back of his brain, he wondered why he’d never really thought about kissing girls at all. It seemed that Evan and Barty had.