#dean/cas + grouchy

[shallowstories]

Shouted conversations + bunker life + Please for the love of all that is holy, use your *inside* voices

Dean and Cas have started having shouted mini-conversations from across the bunker.

Come see THIS / come open THAT / do you think this box is cursed / hey Cas there's a piece of a BONE in here / Cas HEY CAAAAAS!

Sam is about to pop a hernia over it, actually.

Why the Hell had this started....and more importantly, why won't they stop?

They could text.

Or, like, go to the same room to have a conversation.

There is literally no reason for this shit, except to be annoying.

And whoa, is Sam annoyed.

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When Cas comes back from the dead (again), they start it up again.

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One night, Jack is seated across from him as they peacefully bask in the calm of the library. Until--

"DEEEAN!"

Sam just about falls out of his chair for how suddenly Jack belts it out.

"CINEMABAKE SAYS SEASON FIVE JUST DROPPED EARLY!"

A chorus of voice answers back, from two different entirely places in the bunker.

"DUDE, YES!" / "I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!"

Sam decides that he really needs to invest in a good pair of earplugs.

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[shallowseeker]

Tombstone rando ficlet thought:

The last thing Cas expects Dean to do after finishing his coffee is crawl back into his hotel bed. But that’s exactly what he does.

While Sam and Jack pull themselves into smartly pressed suits, Dean continues lying in bed.

After they file out the door with a chirpy goodbye and a salute, Dean is still there.

Maybe he needs the rest. Cas waits patiently, sinking further into the couch.

An hour passes.

Finally, Cas takes it upon himself to approach. Dean’s fidgeting--snuggling harder in the sheets and and smooshing his cheek to his pillow.

But that’s the strangest thing of all. He’s not asleep, only pretending to be. A facsimile of rest.

[lesbiansaaviik]

Can I be beautifully honest with you guys? I hate 91 Whiskey and So Says the Sword

[godjustkys]

| mdni 18+

| SUPERNATURAL headcanons

please give requests.

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RATED: NSFW

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STATUS: You're already in a relationship.

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Request: none, I wrote it myself on February 23rd.

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Dean:

1 - He might not admit it, but god does he love being bent over;

2 - He is SO FUCKING LOUD. When he's on top, he mostly groans, occasionally moans, but when he's on bottom,, the whimpers, whines and moans that escape his mouth is unbelievable;

3 - Praise him and he's on his knees for you;

4 - If you EVER put on a cowboy costume and you have the cowboy boots on... he's hot and bothered the moment he lays his eyes on you;

5 - LOVES pulling on your hair during intercourse;

6 - If the two of you are having sex and he's overwhelmed, he'll grab a pillow to hold onto or grip the sheets;

7 - You two have fucked in the back of Baby.. per Dean's request.. (surprisingly.);

8 - Once, in the heat of the moment, you started facefucking Dean while he was giving you a blowjob and ever since that happened, it's been his favourite thing about sex;

9 - You manhandling him is his guilty pleasure;

10 - At the start of the relationship, Dean believed that it would kind of be a switch-switch situation during sex. When you fucked for the first time, Dean was riding you and his legs started shaking. At that moment, he was thinking about getting off of you, but when you grabbed his hips and made him ride you up until the end, he gave up on that thought.

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Sam:

1 - He is not loud at all. Sure, a couple moans here and there but it's mostly just heavy breathing or grunts. Unless he's overstimulated;

2 - Whenever he's horny, he won't make it clear to you. He just gets all grumpy and grouchy;

3 - Unlike Dean, when he's overwhelmed, he'll hold onto you. And he'll scratch the living hell out of your back;

4 - If you mess with his hair during sex, so much as pull on it, he will moan;

5 - Once, when Sam got back from a hunt with an unconscious Dean, you scolded him and he got hard. (involuntarily);

6 - Sam insisted on trying mirror sex - lo and behold, he had his face buried in the sheets for the majority of it (when you didn't hold his head up). Why? He was embarrassed;

7 - During a hunt, Sam got really grumpy. You had to do something about it because Dean's taunting demeanour would set him off immediately, so you just dragged Sam into the bathroom, when Dean was out, for a quickie. It worked wonders;

8 - You had a habit of not caring about shortness of breath when kissing, so when you first made out with Sam, he thought he was gonna pass out. (He was overreacting, he was nowhere close to passing out);

9 - He LOVES it when you're bold and straightforward, it turns him on so much;

10 - His whole body starts shaking due to pleasure if you focus on his chest and neck too much.

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Castiel:

1 - If he's in the mood for it, he won't tell you. He will just stare at you until you figure it out yourself;

2 - If there is a moment when Castiel doesn't put his hands on your chest or stare at it, consider it a miracle;

3 - He cannot comprehend why he can't form coherent sentences during intercourse. He says "it must be some kind of curse". In reality, he's just too into it to care enough about speaking properly, but he does not realize it;

4 - Castiel does not realize how much you being rough with him turns him on. Degrade him for a couple seconds and he's hard;

5 - During sex, he holds onto you so tightly with his hands that a lot of the time, they leave bruises. Once, he noticed them and asked what happened. When you told him that they were from him, he just looked at you confused and said: "I never hit you?";

6 - Even though you being rough riles him up a lot, he prefers soft and gentle sex.

7 - When the four of you, you, Sam, Dean and Castiel were riding in Baby (you and Cas in the back seat), you decided to just lay your head in Castiel's lap and get comfortable. He was your boyfriend after all. It was fine at first, you even closed your eyes. Then suddenly, Castiel pushed you off. You sat up looking at him puzzled. He just gave you glare as he looked out of the window and covered his crotch. (Inconvenient places to get hard #2);

8 - He knows how mad it drives you when he gives you that soft innocent look during sex, it just makes you want to go rougher on him;

9 - He once asked you to 'rail him' without knowing what it meant. When you explained it to him, he replied with "oh, okay. So will you?";

10 - He finds your hands (minus your chest) the most attractive thing in the world. He WILL stare at your hands during intercourse because he wants them on him 24/7.

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A/n: if you want any of these headcanons to be made into a oneshot, please let me know. <3

[bisexualvampires]

Live Laugh Leather

happy 3rd wedding anniversary to these idiots :)

(846 words) Also on AO3

Dean knew the rhythm of Cas’ footsteps from the kitchen all the way to their bedroom. Knew it better than the pulse of his own heart; as familiar to him as the scent of the warm coffee that carried with his husband every morning like clockwork. He found himself smiling against his pillow, feeling the early sunshine through the lake house window heat the frosty February air.

So the routine goes; any minute now Cas would pause to bump the door open with his pajama-clad butt, scooting backward into their bedroom, two coffees in hand. Dean would fake the grouchy attitude as if the gentle interruption had pulled him from sleep. As if, minutes earlier, Cas hadn’t waited until his spidey senses told him Dean’s REM sleep was done and he was ready for his daily stubbled kiss at the back of his neck. For the arm that tightened around his waist, sinking suggestively lower until Dean cracked open an eyelid. Falling for the same old trick every day, before Cas would rise his heavenly ass out of bed to start on coffee. Leaving Dean tethered between the land of sleep and this world of dreams.

Same old, same old.

And wasn’t that a hell of a thing.

Dean scooched over to Cas’ side of the bed. The warmth had faded but it was the scent he chased; like rich earth pounded by the heavy rain of a thunderstorm, the charged promise of lightning still to come. Like honey and ether and so like home, Dean could drown himself in it. Smother himself in his husband’s pillow with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants.

And so, it began.

The gentle clink of the spoon dropped into the sink. The ceramic scuffling on the kitchen countertop. The first bare footstep on the warm wooden floor.

Three years of this, Dean thought, and he knew he could go a thousand more.

A squeaking sound broke the routine, and Dean perked up his bedhead to listen to the audible eye roll and soft sigh that accompanied it. The footsteps and squeaking drew nearer, and Dean propped himself up on an arm to watch the regularly scheduled show.

The ass that greeted him was familiar, but Dean’s eyes bulged out of his head like Donald Duck at the first sight of Daisy. Cas backed into the room, letting the door swing softly shut behind him.

Dean’s husband paused, breakfast tray in hand and a look of genuine surprise on his face that quickly morphed into a feigned innocence.

“Sweetheart,” Dean managed to say with a tongue that now weighed an ACME ton. “Are you wearing leather pants?” He was dreaming, right? Had to be. If the next words out of Cas' mouth were "tell me about it, stud" in Olivia Newton-John's voice that would surely confirm it. A laugh threatened to burst all the way from his belly, born of shock more than anything, because this was Cas. His Cas. In tight leather pants. Like he was Jon Bon fucking Jovi and Dean was eighteen, alone in his motel room and realising some shit. 

But Cas ignored the question, setting the breakfast tray safely on the bedside table. When he turned to find Dean’s gaze still locked on his broad thighs, mouth hanging open like it didn’t know where to start, he placed his hands on his hips.

“The third wedding anniversary gift is leather, is it not?”

Dean glanced up from his stupor, feeling his heart swell like a damn balloon at his husband’s words.

Leather. Anniversary. Right.

How Cas heard "leather" and thought "pants"... actually, he didn't need to know how or why, because this was happening. Somehow this was real life.

Dean licked his lips. Didn’t mean to, but he did.

He’d tell Cas about the new leather couch he’d secretly set up in the Cas Cave later. Right now…

“The salesperson insisted this was the perfect gift,” Cas frowned down at himself. “Perhaps this was a mistake.”

“Whuaa-“ Dean started, tangling in the sheets as he struggled to sit upright. “No, no, they’re – hell of a – gotta tip the guy… god, Cas.” Only the need to defend these pants with his life gave Dean the strength to tear his gaze from them a second time.

He’d expected to find that frown he loved so much – the one that crinkled Cas’ brow, and tugged his soft lips into a flat line. Instead, his husband grinned at him, eyes blazing with that smugness that was the bane of Dean’s life.

Son of a bitch. He played him.

“Happy anniversary, Dean,” Cas said, stepping forward to crawl on his knees across the mattress, caging Dean in between his thighs.

Dean pulled him closer, sunlight glinting on the band of his wedding ring as he ran a hand through Cas’ hair. Three years of this. Already three. Only three.

And he could never have enough.

“Happy anniversary, Cas.” The words were a whisper against his husband’s lips.

The rest, he already knew. They both did.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Mantle

Mantle by tiamatv Rating: Teen Word Count: 16.7k

Dean doesn’t know why his little brother wants him along at this pretentious party-slash-job-interview for the Broken Seals Corporation. Dean’s just a hunter—a badass one, sure, but Sam’s the big-shot mage. And Sammy’s sure as hell not listening when Dean tells him he’s got a bad feeling about Broken Seals’ CEO, Lucifer. When fucking Ruby shows up, well, it’s all downhill from there. Until a pretty, blue-eyed mage in an ill-fitting suit says, “You’re Dean Winchester” like Dean’s the famous one.

This is a retelling of folklore that we all know, but it has some delightful twists along the way. For being fairly short, this fic packs a powerful punch as far as plot and characterization go. This is one of the most delightful "first meetings" between Dean and Cas, where you really see both of their personalities shine. Dean is kind and curious while Cas is the awkward, slightly grumpy asshole that we all know and love... at least at first. (Let's face it, no one can stand up to Dean's charm.)

This fic is very much a fish out of water epic, with Dean and Cas meeting at a fancy party, where Dean is entirely out of his depth. He finds a kindred spirit in Castiel (the food at fancy parties should always be mocked) and they embark on a lively evening of conversation. Beneath all the bantering, however, is the sense that something is very wrong with Castiel, and that not everything is as it seems regarding his partnership with the sinister Lucifer.

Cas is delightfully grouchy and yet vulnerable, and Dean is the hunter that we all know and love, covering up his insecurities with bravado and jokes. Seeing these two meet is a wonderful delight! 💖

[1heartfanfics]

Hello! Is there anyway you could write a Dean/Cas (Romantic or platonic, up to you.) Dean is the sickee, maybe while on the road or just laying around in the bunker. Maybe he’s extra grouchy and irritable and Castiel just *knows* there is something wrong with his man.

So my favorite way to write destiel is somewhere in between. Not an established romantic relationship exactly but definitely not platonic either. An unspoken relationship that everyone knows about but never says outloud. Also this is really short, sorry.

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"What?" Dean asked shortly, having caught Cas watching him for just a bit too long.

"Are you alright Dean?" Cas asked, already knowing what the answer was going to be.

"I'm fine," Dean huffed.

Cas knew he wasn't though. He'd known as soon as Dean came into the kitchen that morning looking like he hadn't slept in days, dark circles under bloodshot eyes, face pale with slightly flushed cheeks. Then he'd made two pieces of toast for breakfast instead of his usual bacon and eggs.

All telltale signs of a fever and an upset stomach. Dean was clearly sick, but Cas knew he wasn't going to admit it very easily. So he just rolled his eyes and went back to scrolling through news feeds on the laptop.

The next time he looked up, Dean was leaned back in his chair, eyes closed. Had he fallen asleep? He really must be sick...

"Dean?" Cas asked quietly, not wanting to startle him. Dean tended to react aggressively when someone startled him.

"Hmm?" Dean jolted awake, eyes darting around the room for a second before settling on Cas.

"You fell asleep?" Cas asked, although he didn't really mean it as a question. What he meant was 'what's wrong with you?', which Dean would know. Whether or not he answered honestly was another question entirely.

"Didn't sleep well," Dean shrugged noncommittally.

Cas nodded. As if he believed that a poor night of sleep was the only thing going on with Dean. He thought better of pressing the issue any further for the moment, as he knew it would only made Dean angry. He was grumpy when he was sick.

A few minutes later Dean got up and walked out of the room. Cas heard the shower turn on from down the hall.

"What's wrong with him?" Sam asked, likely having passed Dean in the hallway and had the same concerns that Cas had.

"He's sick," Cas shrugged.

Sam raised an eyebrow skeptically, "He tell you that?"

"No," Cas rolled his eyes. "But he is," he added.

"I don't know man, I feel like Dean never gets sick," Sam shrugged, still not buying it. But Cas knew the man better than Sam did, and he knew that Dean was sick.

As if on cue, the sound of retching came from down the hall to prove Cas's point.

Sam winced, "Hangover?" he suggested.

"All he ate for breakfast was some toast, which means that he's sick because if he was hungover he would have made bacon or something," Cas shook his head.

Sam held his hands up in mock surrender, realizing that Cas had been right. "Should we go check on him?" he asked, gesturing over his shoulder.

"I'll go," Cas said, standing up from the table. He knew that Dean would still be reluctant to accept his help, but even more so from his little brother.

He gave Sam a light clap on the shoulder as he passed, knowing that Sam was worried about his brother, even if he wouldn't admit it. But Cas would take care of him, regardless of if Dean wanted him to or not.

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Flirt: 13 Oct. Suptober

deancas ust, s9 au, human Cas

"So what'd she say?" Kevin was helping Cas unload the pizza, breadsticks, little cups of cheese sauce, and an iced dessert the pizza joint called Pumpkin Spice Nugs that Cas had just brought down the staircase and into the bunker library.

Cas was wise to Kevin's sly expression. Beatrix, their usual waitress, was a reliable source of local gossip.

"Bea told me it turns out Nathan's not the father of his second child, the one born last year." Cas parceled out four paper plates and napkins and was happy to see Dean and Sam strolling into the room. "The actual father may be his ex-wife's brother in law." 

"You been watching Jerry Springer again?" Dean accidentally bumped Cas in the hip as he slid into a chair and grabbed the largest slice of pepperoni. "Whoops, my bad."

"It's fine." Cas sat too. Having put a single plain breadstick on his plate, he took the time to brush off the greasy cheese dust coating the foodstuff. It tasted, he was sorry to say, the way dirty socks sometimes smelled.

When he looked up, the other three were staring at him, each with a variant of amusement on their faces.

Dean shook his head and was the first to start eating without comment.

"What I meant was," Kevin said around a mouthful of nug, "did Bea ask you out already?"

Cas would have answered if he hadn't been suddenly worried Dean was going to choke to death.

"You need the heimlich?" Sam asked his brother, who was coughing but able to drain a bottle of beer in one breath.

"I'm good," Dean rasped out, hitting himself in the chest with the flat of his fist.

As any danger seemed to have passed, Cas told Kevin, "She did not ask me out." He took a bite of the breadstick and chewed thoughtfully. "She wanted to know if I ever went bowling."

"That was an opening," Kevin groaned. He slapped a piece of supreme on his plate and huffed. "She wanted you to say yes, and then she could've said something like, 'If you ever want some friendly competition, let me know.'" He affected a higher-pitched voice for the part that was supposed to be like Bea talking; it made Sam shake his head and laugh silently. 

"But I don't bowl," Cas said.

He eyed the cheese sauce with wariness. The last time he'd tried it, it had been cold and thick, like a lump of congealed banshee blood. He was about to reach for one of the small cups anyway when Kevin said, "That's not the point."

"Hey, maybe he's just not that into her," Dean said before taking another forceful bite of pizza.

"Bea seems like a lovely person." Cas was somewhat perplexed at Dean's grouchy tone of voice. "But I don't wish to go bowling with her."

Sam, eating his pizza slice without incident, said, "Euphemistically or otherwise, huh."

Cas considered this. "Yes?"

Kevin rolled his eyes and sighed. "Your loss." He ate another nug, as if to emphasize Cas's mistake.

Dean knocked his foot against Cas's under the table and left it there. He didn't apologize for bumping into Cas a second time. It didn't bother Cas. He knocked Dean's foot in return. Dean ducked his head with a little smile at his plate.

Sam snorted, for some reason, and exchanged a look with Kevin, who muttered, "Hopeless."

Cas wasn't bothered by either of them either. 

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

there is a difference between being liked and loved, and between wanting to be liked and wanting to be loved. and i feel for dean his responses to these change over the series. in season 1, dean knows he is likeable: he's charismatic and flirtatious and funny, and when he wants people to like him they often do. but he's terrified that he is unloveable on a deeper level, that sam - along with everyone - will eventually leave him when he stops being interesting. however. by the time we get to s15, dean has 15 years of evidence that he is loved. sam has not left him. cas has not left him. he has a family and they will sacrifice themselves to help him and thus he is loveable. but now he is terrified that he is no longer likeable. he is older and grouchy and angry and he pushes people away; now he's secure in his relationships the more difficult sides of himself he has hidden for decades are resurfacing. so then the questions becomes what happens when the people who love him stop liking him. what happens when the people who love him leave

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Rest For The Wicked

It's 2.47am. Dean knows that it's 2.47am because he's staring at the too-bright digital clock, doing mental maths of how much sleep he'll be running on when they get on the road at 6am. Okay dude, just steady your breathing like you're aiming a gun. Control over the body, in this world, is paramount. In for 4, hold, out for 4, stop thinking. He's close, he's so close, to closing his eyes, when Cas shuffles on the other bed again and the bedsprings groan loudly, matched by Cas’s quiet complaint.

"Cas, just go to fucking sleep," Dean grouses, his voice gravelly with tiredness.

"I'm trying."

"Try freaking harder."

"I can't get comfortable. I need more pillows."

Dean sighs and turns over to glare at Cas in the dark. He can only see the outline of his ear every now and then, with the intermittent red flash of the smoke alarm. Cas is faced towards him, probably has been all night, the freak.

"You're not having mine."

"I don't want yours," Cas snaps back, grouchy, "I need another four."

"Jesus Christ. And can you feel a pea as well, Princess?"

"You're being annoying."

"I'm being-" Dean smacks his own face to stop himself rising to it. No point starting an argument 3 hours and 13 minutes before they're going to be trapped in a car together until nightfall. "What do you even need that many pillows for? Are you starting a business?"

"Two under my head, one behind by back, one between my knees and one to hold," Cas rattles off, like it's obvious.

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[salchat]

Secret Flowers - Chapter 20

January had started off mild. The snow had melted, the ground thawed, and Dean had been happy to start work on the garage, getting the ground levelled and the concrete laid in a couple of days. But then the temperature had plummeted again and even though Dean was determined to carry on with the work, he was not having a good time. The metal framework was taking shape, though - slowly but surely, with the emphasis on the slowly.

Dean moved onto the next bolt, and from his new position he could see into the kitchen. Dark clouds had covered the sky again and the warm yellow light streaming out into the cold, grey day was like a dancing lure to a grouchy old carp. He’d get a bit more done before lunch, though.

Cas appeared briefly, flitting from one side of the kitchen to the other. Dean positioned the wrench around the bolt but then paused, and was rewarded by another glimpse of Cas, a pack of butter in his hand, moving behind the table with a rhythmic shimmy, his mouth open in song. He disappeared again. Dean stayed very still, listening, and was rewarded with a snatch of music on the icy breeze. What was it? He couldn’t tell.

His angel appeared in the window again, this time close to the glass, his head bowed - doing some washing up. Cas preferred hand washing over the dishwasher.

“I like the bubbles, Dean,” he’d said. “And the rubber gloves and the simple act of making dirty things clean, one item at a time.” The gloves had to be yellow to match the kitchen. He refused to wear the pink ones.

Cas suddenly flung up one arm and then brought it down diagonally. Up and down, up and down, his mouth moving in time.

Dean grinned. They’d been talking about different types of music the previous night and for some reason Dean had decided to show Cas his John Travolta impression, which had led to an impromptu kitchen disco. Cas proved to have a good sense of rhythm and maybe just a bit too much enthusiasm - they’d be needing a new coffee pot.

He clapped, spun out of view and then spun back again.

“Saturday night fever," muttered Dean. "He's got it bad.”

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[deansbipanic]

dean wakes up at 7 am to tiny jack excitedly shaking him and informing him that it’s his birthday, and he needs to get up so they can start celebrating. he makes a big show of grumbling and slowly getting up, pretending that he’s grouchy about it.

the two of them wander downstairs where cas has already picked up breakfast from his favorite diner down the street.

“you deserve to have a day off from cooking, but i figured i’d spare you from having to eat whatever i came up with,” cas says, “happy birthday dean, i hope you slept well.”

this has been his life for two whole years and he still can’t believe how lucky he is. he gets to raise jack, he gets to see him be the kid that he should have been this whole time. he gets to wake up next to cas every morning and joke about how grumpy cas is when he finally wakes up hours later. he gets to listen to sam and eileen, who live just a few minutes away, talk about the possibility of having a family of their own.

he never imagined he would get a life like this. hell, he never even really thought he would make it this long, so he could never celebrate his birthday ever again and be perfectly happy about it.

as it is though, his family planned the perfect day for him. he gets to spend time with his family that he’s worked so hard for, and relax and eat good food.

dean never though he would get to live long enough to see 44, he always thought 44 was ancient for a hunter. but on the day he gets there he finds himself thinking about, even longing for, the life that he knows he’s going to keep living until he actually hits old age. and he’s so damn excited for it.

[uh-ohspaghettio]

oog oog oog spn question incoming get fucking ready

do u agree with the way (some of) the fandom has characterized tfw (sam being the smart levelheaded one, dean being a hotheaded emotionally stunted mess and cas being grouchy and sassy all the time) also what is a character or plotline that got randomly left unresolved/had a stupid resolution that u wish they did more with?

Hi I love you <3 (sorry if this is long I having a lot of thoughts)

I personally don’t agree with the way the is catergorized by character but I don’t think it’s egregious enough to to hate it. There is some truth to it but as the same time they’re much more complex.

I personally think Dean is much smarter than he lets on and I hc that’s because he focused so much on making Sam feel like he’s smart because skipping from school to school you’re bound to fall behind. I also think since he strived so much for his dad’s affection he focused on portraying his outward masculine strengths and physical strengths to get his approval cause let’s be honest there’s no way John cared about grades.

Dean is definitely a hot head which emotional issues but it shouldn’t be dismissed that Sam is also emotionally stunted. Sam is literally so unhinged especially in the earlier seasons like hello bloodfreak my beloved, and I’ll be honest I feel like his characterization drops in the later seasons so I see where the level headedness idea comes from but the Sam that lives in my head is still just as unhinged

I honestly don’t think Castiel is even that sassy I just think he generally doesn’t understand human communications especially not in the earlier seasons. I see him grumpy in the sense of frustration of adapting to this new world cause last time he was on earth in a human vessel was the 1800s and that was only briefly.

The character story line that always bothered me is with Benny and Sam. Before this AND after this you see several times Sam try to argue maybe not all ‘monsters’ are actual monsters, we see that with Madison and Amy, and that one kid in season 15 just off the top of my head, anyways Dean is always on the side of it doesn’t matter kill them, but suddenly when Dean befriends a vampire and wants Sam to trust that Benny is good Sam suddenly refuses and forces Dean to cut off Benny. I definitely think Sam would have hesitancy with accepting Benny no doubt but flat out refusing when time and time again Sam expresses how he questions the morals of killing ‘monsters’ sometimes. I just think it was really out of character and honestly they probably just added that in just for some Sam and Dean conflict they feel the need to sprinkle in every other season

Bonus: I also hate how it was revealed in 1x03 that Dean had mutism as a young child and then it was literally never addressed again.

[diminuel]

Hey! :) Do you use references for your art? You have been drawing SPN fanart for so long that I wonder how much you know their heads out of your head by now and also if you have some 'muscle memory' drawing bodies :D

Hello!

Yes, I do use references! Most of the time! I'm not very good at anatomy so I need pose references (I admit I haven't even tried much lately. If I don't have a reference I'm not gonna attempt it because I'm easily embarrassed. I should get over that.), but I'll also look for SPN references to know how to draw their faces.

I do have drawn them enough to have an "abstracted" version of them in my head, but it tends to look very different than Dean and Cas look in the show, especially later seasons (and there are some people in fandom who happily make fun of artists who draw in a way that - for example - doesn't have Cas super buff and tan and tall. Whatever. It's after 7 AM, this has been my pre tea grouchy comment.)

I do like to draw in my own style without sticking to references but can be a bit shy about it. :3 I have to go to work now but maybe later I can show you some examples how my art looks differently depending on how I approach it!

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Patience

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/j14FV6s by Hexentaenzerin What happens if you have a grouchy Dean, a sassy Cas, and the failed attempt of a cake? Of course more sassy Cas, and Dean trying to teach the angel something about baking. Words: 880, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Cas is trying to bake, Dean to the Rescue read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/j14FV6s

[graceful-ashes]

Break my heart not this bond: Part 9

Saturday passes by in a flurry of Dean groaning about the unfairness that he has a hangover and Cas doesn't, and work. They don't speak anymore about Dean's condition until Bobby arrives Sunday morning. 

"Last chance to back out, boy." Bobby says as he sets up the spell. 

"Do it." Dean rumbles. 

Bobby spares Dean a sad, knowing look before handing him a sharp knife. 

"Remember it's gotta be yer palms you cut, and opposite hands too. Somethin' 'bout flow of energy, or whatever." 

Cas nods, eyeing the knife warily. 

Dean accepts the knife, and turns his right palm facing upward. "Got it. " Then he drags the knife across his palm, letting out a hiss of pain before handing the knife to Cas. 

Mary flinches from where she stands at the other end of the kitchen, but keeps quiet, as Bobby had asked. Sam stands with her and John flicking nervous glances back at his parents. John grips Sam's shoulder reassuringly. 

Cas takes the knife from Dean and slices his left palm, grimacing slightly. Then places the knife on the table, looking to Bobby for confirmation. 

Bobby nods. 

Dean clasps his bloody hand in Cas'. They're blood mingling as it runs down their wrists and drips onto the floor. 

Bobby picks up the book he bought with him and hands the boys a glass of elixr each. 

"Alright, we gotta do this quick before Cas here heals himself." Bobby glances between them. "Drink up." 

Cas and Dean gulp down the elixr, simultaneously grimacing at the foul taste. 

"Hae Connexiones Thesis nos infirmabimus. Pro Thessalonicenses in Annuntiatione, Sic Yat Bay." Bobby reads. 

Cas and Dean look at each other, waiting. For a long moment nothing happens. 

Then they're palms begin to tingle, quickly spreading up their arms and through the rest of their bodies. Suddenly a blinding white light emits from their joined hands and they're thrown back by the force of it. 

Cas hears Mary cry out and John yell, but the ringing in his ears intensifies. His whole body feels wrong, he aches deep in his bones. Then something pleasant washes over him, soothing his aching body and feeling incomprehensibly right. 

Dean lets out a contented sigh across from him. 

"Man, I really thought that had gone horribly wrong for a second there." Dean chuckles. 

"Is everyone alright?" Bobby calls from where he's ducked behind the table. 

"We're good here." John responds from where he's huddled with Mary and Sam, having shielded themselves from the light. "Dean, Cas?" 

"We're good." Dean calls backs,turning to grin at Cas. 

Cas smiles in response. 

"How're ya feelin', Dean?." Bobby rolls over to where Dean still lays on the floor. 

"Awesome." Dean grins. "Better than awesome." Dean climbs to his feet and offers Cas a hand to do the same. 

"What 'bout you, Cas?" Bobby asks. 

"Good. I feel really good." Cas beams. He'd had his reservations but this was better than he could have anticipated. 

He felt… whole. 

Bobby eyes them both strangely. 

"You sure?" 

Cas nods. 

Bobby frowns, looking back down at the book. 

"That's good, I guess… just was sure there'd be some sorta side effects, temporarily, at least." Bobby shakes his head. "But shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, s'pose." 

"Guess we won't be pulling you all out of school for a beach getaway after all." Mary jokes. 

Dean pouts at that while allowing Sam to wrap him in a hug. 

"We're not in the clear yet. I believe Bobby said this might only buy him some more time. Is that right?" John turns to look at Bobby. 

Bobby nods. "No way of knowing how it'll hold up when Cas, 'ere, goes full angel. Might make 'im very sick, shouldn't be fatal but it's still a risk we can't rule out. Hell though, his chances are'er great deal better than they were. I'll get Pam down here to give 'em a look over some point in the next few days."

"Thanks Bobby." Dean leans down and hugs the grouchy old man. 

"You goin' soft on me, boy?" Bobby grumbles but wraps his arms around Dean nonetheless. 

"Yes, thank you Bobby." Mary also wraps Bobby in a hug, ignoring the man's half-hearted complaints. 

Cas smiles at Bobby, inclining his head in thanks. Bobby gives him a genuine smile, relieved when no one else attempts to hug him. 

John pats Bobby on the back."Alright old man, let's get you home." 

Bobby ruffles Sam's hair affectionately as he passes, leaving the youngest Winchester pouting as he turns his attention to John. "Who you callin' old?" He grouches. 

John just chuckles as he leads him down the hallway, back to the car. 

"So you're both okay?" Sam asks. 

Cas nods. 

"Yeah. For now at least. I feel amazing actually." Dean admits. 

To be honest he feels like he could bench press a few hundred pounds easy, probably more… then run a marathon. Dean thinks. Must be an adrenaline rush or something. 

"That's good to hear, hunny." Mary looks at them softly. "Bless you boys, you've really been put through the wringer recently. I'm so glad you're okay." Mary sobs, pulling them in for a hug. 

"It's alright, Mom." Dean assures. 

Cas can only nod in agreement against Mary's shoulder, too overwhelmed with the emotional energy in the room. 

"Maybe we should still go on that beach trip." Mary pulls back to look at them, glancing over at Sam as well. "Just to take our minds off everything. We've all been under a lot of stress recently." 

She pointedly looks at Dean. The 'especially you, Dean.' going unsaid. 

"That's a great idea, Mom." Sam grins. 

"I would like that." Cas offers with a small smile. 

Dean's grins lopsidedly. "I mean, I ain't gonna say no to that." 

Mary smiles. "I'll speak with your Dad when he gets back." 

*****

They spend the rest of day larking around in the kitchen, baking a pie then getting started on dinner. 

Carry on my wayward son is playing in the background, Mary humming along as she checks on the gammon, still cooking in the oven. She whips Sam with a tea towel when he gets in her way. 

"Pass the butter, Cas." Dean glances over at him while he continues to mash the potatoes. 

Cas has his back turned to him but abruptly stops chopping tomatoes, for a moment, to pass Dean the butter. 

Sam gives them a funny look. 

"What?" Dean snipes. 

Sam opens his mouth then shuts it again. "Nothing." He mumbles, and turns back to the salad dressing he's making. 

Dean frowns but shrugs it off. 

The front door opens. 

"I got the cream and gravy, hope you didn't burn down the kitchen while I was gone." John calls. 

"You have so little faith in my cooking skills, John." Mary says, appalled. 

"Don't worry, I've been keeping an eye on dinner." Cas says. 

Mary narrows her eyes at Cas as John laughs. 

"Good to know, son." John says, ruffling Cas' hair and pointedly raising his eyebrows at Mary, a smirk on his face. 

Mary rolls her eyes then turns to pull their plates out of the cupboard. 

Soon enough dinner is cooked and the family is settling around the dining table to eat. 

"Mmm, this is delicious." John hums. 

Mary smirks. 

"How are you both holding up?" John looks between Cas and Dean. 

Dean, who's been annoyingly prodding his cold toes against the exposed flesh of Cas' ankles, snaps his head in John's direction. 

Cas lets out a relieved sigh. Sam smirks at him from his place across the table,having tucked his legs under his chair to protect himself from Dean's same bothersome efforts. 

"Pretty good." Dean stuffs a forkful of gammon in his mouth. "Mmedder ban y fort I oud." 

Sam and Cas stare at him with matching expressions of disgust. John just rolls his eyes. 

Mary scowls. "Dean, don't talk with your mouth full." 

Dean swallows. "I feel better than I thought I would." He repeats. 

Cas nods in agreement. "I also feel better than I anticipated." 

Mary smiles. "I'm glad that's the case." 

John also smiles, lifting his fork to his lips but pausing to say "That's great, boys. But you let us know if that changes, okay?" 

"Of course." Cas inclines his head. 

"We will, Dad." 

Dean makes short work of his dinner, Sam and John not far behind. The three of them get started on cleaning up while Cas and Mary finish their meals. 

--

"Hey, I got somethin' for you." Dean says once they're back in their room. 

Cas just tilts his head in question as Dean picks up the small wrapped parcel from his bedside table and hands it to him. 

The scrawl on the paper simply reads: 

To Cas, 

From Dean

 "I wasn't-" Dean rubs the back of his neck. "I wasn't sure how today was gonna go and I just… I thought I'd get you something in case you needed cheering up." 

Cas frowns, unhappy with that thought process. "I see…" 

"You gonna open it?" Dean asks, somewhat nervously. 

Snapping his eyes back up to a flustered Dean, Cas chooses not to articulate his thoughts on receiving a gift through such morbid reasoning. 

Tentatively, Cas unwraps the parcel. He tilts the paper and a leather plaited bracelet slips into his palm. Cas drops the paper onto his bed and turns the bracelet over in his hands, examining it. 

On the inside of the metal clasp is an engraving. 

You are my light. Keep shining bright. 

Cas looks back at Dean, imploring. 

Dean bites his lip. "It's a little corny, I know."

Cas beams at him. "It's perfect, Dean. Thank you." 

Dean lets out a surprised breath when Cas pulls him into a hug. He recovers quickly, wrapping his arms around Cas tightly. 

They stand like that for a long while. Longer than is probably appropriate for a hug. 

Cas nuzzles his head against Dean's neck. His breath puffs against the sensitive skin there causing a shiver to run through Dean. 

Dean slaps Cas on the back. "Alright, buddy. You're welcome." He pulls back, grinning at Cas' dazed expression. 

"Will you put it on me?" Cas asks while struggling with the clasp. 

"Sure." Dean takes the bracelet from Cas' hands, in response Cas holds out his wrist. 

Delicately, Dean encircles the leather band around the awaiting wrist and fiddles with the clasp for a moment before he hears the resounding click. 

"There you go." Dean grins. 

Cas stares at it, admiringly, for a moment then looks back to Dean with a grateful smile. "I love it." 

"Good." Dean smiles back affectionately. 

Dean's phone vibrates loudly in his jean pocket, abruptly putting an end to the moment. He fumbles in his pocket for a moment before pulling it out. 

"Ah, it's Lisa. Promised I'd text her before bed." 

That sour jealous feeling rises up in Cas, he can now admit that's what it is - jealousy - even if he still doesn't understand why. He quickly tampers it down. 

"She seems to be an awfully patient individual." Cas teases. 

Dean cackles. 

"Oh, you have no idea." He comments as he taps away at his screen. 

Understanding he is no longer the subject of Dean's attention, Cas decides to get ready for bed. 

When he returns from using the bathroom, Dean is laid out across his bed, staring intently at his phone screen. The energy in the room is strange. Heavy. Venereal even. 

Cas pauses just inside the doorway. Unsure. 

He clears his throat. "The bathroom is available now." 

Dean glances behind him, his cheeks flushed, before hurriedly hopping off the bed and scurrying past Cas. 

It's a while before he returns back to the bedroom. 

Cas pointedly ignores him, a turmoil of emotions and feelings rolling through him. Jealousy. Embarrassment. Arousal. Nausea. And a strange satiated feeling that feels oddly out of place. 

Dean also makes a point of not looking at Cas as he climbs into bed. Confirming Cas' suspicions - him and Lisa had been 'sexting' and he'd finished off his business in the bathroom. 

Pulling up his comforter and settling in to sleep, Cas spares Dean another look. 

"Goodnight, Dean." 

Dean glances up from his phone. "Er, Yeah. Night." He says distractedly, returning his attention back to the mobile device. 

Cas, ignoring the disappointment that twinges through him, rolls over to face the door instead. Sleep eludes him for a long time but eventually it overcomes him.