#pats all destiel shippers heads

[venussbeehive]

Just let Destiel rest

[fishandshesmygills]

10x05 anon just remembered this article which kinda sums up my feelings on the episode: www(.)tvguide(.)com/news/supernatural-queerbaiting-destiel-1089286/ to me at least, framing it with teens kinda felt like a condescending pat on the head--like, 'ok kids you do you i guess, but just know that what you're doing is not at all the intended interpretation or supported by the text' if that makes sense

yeah yeah spn is queerbaiting and looks down on destiel shippers we know this isn't anything we haven't heard before

[destielstuffandthings]

For @bekindplsrewind

32- “Why are you doing this?” Destiel

~~~I had a little help with this one. My husband is sitting here watching me type away and asked what I was working on. I told him the prompt and he said “I have to perfect idea,” and this is it. I’m actually impressed because he *isn’t* a Destiel shipper (I think I’m changing his mind XD)~~~

“Sammy, I swear. It’s like---,” Dean drifted off, smiling like an idiot. He took a deep breath and sat back in his chair. “I honestly think I’m in love.”

Sam snorted. “You remember last time you said that? A witch hexed you and wanted to steal the Book Of The Damned. AND the Impala.” He narrowed his eyes. “Do I need to test you?”

Dean scoffed and pushed his chair back before standing. “I’m serious, Sam. We met an’ it’s like--- I dunno man. I’m just--I’m fucking happy for the first time. She makes me pies, for Christ sake! And she’s got this truck,” he whistled through his teeth, “she’s the whole package. Tight little--”

“Nope, la-la-la-la-,” Sam plugged his ears and stood, knocking his chair over. “I don’t wanna hear about this!”

“Body, Sam! I was gonna say body!” Dean grinned as he watched his brother hustle down the hallway.

~ ~ ~ ~The Next Day~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sam was in the kitchen when he heard the bunker door open.

“Dean! In here,” Sam bellowed. He scooped rice and chicken into a bowl and set it on the counter. “Did you eat yet? I made---,” Sam turned around to see his brother standing in the doorway with a woman, “dinner.” He cocked his head to the side. “Um, hello?”

Dean smiled and put his arm around the woman. “Sam, this is Cassandra. Cassandra, this is my baby brother Sam.”

Sams’ mouth fell open. He snapped it shut and smiled, reaching out his hand. “Hey, uh, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Cassandra stepped forward, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder, and shook Sams hand. “So good to meet you, Sam. Dean talks about you all the time. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Her voice was soft and sweet. She had piercing blue eyes and tanned skin. Her sundress revealed the end of a tattoo Sam couldn’t quite make out, but it looked like feathers.

He cleared his throat when he caught himself staring. “I uh--I made dinner. Did you guys want to---”

“Oh I’d love to,” Cassandra smiled sweetly, turning to face Dean who nodded. She smiled wide and looked back to Sam. “I know we’ve just met, and it’s ok if you say no, but would you mind if after we ate I made dessert? I have a killer banana nut cookie recipe I’ve been dying to try out and this kitchen,” she looked around in awe, “is just amazing. I’d love to give it a whirl.”

Sam couldn’t help it. He liked the girl already.

“Only if you make something sugary and sickening for Dean. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him eat anything remotely healthy,” he chuckled.

“Hey!” Dean huffed and crossed his arms.

“C’mon, Cassandra. Help me set the table?”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The week went on much the same.

Cassandra would come over most nights now, spending time with the brothers. Sam had never seen Dean so happy. They cuddled on the couch and tossed popcorn at each other while watching old western movies. Things got heated when Cassandra said John Wayne wouldn’t stand a chance against Billy the Kid, but Dean quickly conceded when Cassandra full on pouted and pretended to be upset. Dean pulled her into his arms and apologized while kissing her tenderly on the forehead.

Things were going great.

Until one night, Sam woke up and padded down the bunker in search of a tall glass of water. He flicked the kitchen light on and gasped. He patted himself down, instinctively searching for a weapon. When he realized he was in his pajamas, he grabbed the closest thing which happened to be a beer bottle. He smashed it against the counter, turning it into a knife.

“Who the hell are you,” he yelled at the figure, holding out the sharp bottle.

The figure stood with it’s back to Sam, giant shadows in the shape of wings spread across the tiled walls. Slowly, the shadows folded into the figure as it turned to face Sam.

“Cassandra?”

“Hello, Sam,” she whispered. “I didn’t think anyone would be awake at this hour. I’m sorry if I startled you.”

Sam blinked rapidly. “Who---what are you?”

“Sam, it’s me. Cas.”

“Yeah, Cassandra, I get that. WHAT are you?” Sam stepped forward, pointing the bottle at her chest.

She shook her head and flicked her wrist. Shards of glass from the floor and the bottle in Sams hand vanished. “No, Sam. It’s me.”

Sam took a half a step back and narrowed his eyes. “What the---”

“Cassandra? Babe, where are y---Oh, hey guys. M’I interrupting somethin’?” Dean tiredly rubbed his eyes and walked over to kiss Cassandra on the cheek.

Sam looked between the two and shook his head. “Messed up. This is messed up,” he whispered to himself.

Dean looked to his brother. “The hell is wrong with you, Sammy?”

Cassandra shifted on her feet.

Dean’s eye bounced back and forth between them.

Sam huffed. “I’m outta here.” He walked out of the kitchen towards his room.

“You ok?” He ran his hand up and down Cassandras arm softly. “Did you and Sam have a fight or somethin’? I can kick his ass if you want,” he smiled.

Cassandra shook her head and smiled. “No. We didn’t fight.” She gestured towards the counter. “Can we sit down? I---I need to tell you something.”

Dean’s eyes widened slightly. “That doesn’t sound good.” He followed her over and sat next to her.

Cassandra smiled and took Deans hand, holding it tightly.

“Dean, do you love me?”

If his eyes weren’t wide before, they were now. He swallowed hard and scratched at his beard.

“I uh, I’ve never said it to anyone before, ‘sides family and stuff. But, yeah, Yeah, Cassandra, I think I do.”

“Why do you love me?” She reached up and ran her fingertips down his cheek.

Dean chuckled and leaned into the touch.

“Well, for one thing, you’re hot as hell.” He nudged her arm and wagged his eyebrows. “Uh,” he cleared his throat, “for real though? You take care’a me. Not like Sammy or mom. But you really take care of me. Help me out when I’m stressed and fallin’ apart. You listen to me even when I don’t make sense. You like my music even though I listen to it too loud and it’s ancient. You get me. It’s easy bein’ with you.”

“Kinda like your friend Cas?” Cassandras eyebrows rose slightly as she tightened her grip on Deans hand.

“Well yeah, but Cas is---he’s a guy. I mean, there was a few times I thought---never mind. Why’re you askin’ me all this? Are you breaking up with me?” Deans face dropped as he spoke the last sentence, realizing the gravity of his words.

Cassandra smiled and patted Dean’s arm. “No, I’m not. But you might after I show you what Sam and I were talking about.”

Dean shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

She stood and leaned down close to Dean. “Remember,” she whispered against Deans lips, “I love you.”

Dean watched as the room filled with blue light. He tried to shield his eyes from it as he watched Cassandras body light from the inside out. She turned into a thousand glowing orbs, lighting the wall behind her. Massive wings spread across the kitchen for the second time that night as her raven hair and pink robe turned to ash, whisking away into the air.

Dean dropped his hands on his lap and gaped at the person in front of him. His mouth opened and shut multiple times before he spoke.

“C-Cas? What---why?” Dean stood quickly, his chair flying across the floor. “What the fuck, Cas! You---you’re---”

“Cassandra,” the angel murmured. Cas straightened his trench coat before looking Dean in the eyes. “Dean, let me explain,” he held his hands up in defense.

“EXPLAIN? Cas! We’ve been---we kissed. We,” he cleared his throat and looked towards the door, making sure Sam was long gone, “we DID stuff. Why are you doing this?”

“I know. Dean, please, sit down,” the angel flicked his wrist and straightened Deans chair, pushing it against the back of his knees.

Dean sat without thinking. He ran both hands over his face and groaned.

“Dean, I never meant to betray your trust. I just---,” Castiel stepped closer to Dean and laid his hand on the mans shoulder. “I just wanted you to be happy. You deserve to be happy and I thought---”

“You thought turning into a hot chick who just HAPPENED to like all the same shit I did, that would make me happy?” Dean shrugged the angels hand off. “Real smart, Cas.”

“I like those things too, Dean. I’ve---I didn’t know how to tell you.” The angel frowned, staring at the floor. “Dean I’ve loved you for so long now. Seeing you unhappy---if it meant I’d have to take that form for the rest of my life to keep you happy, I would. I’m sorry if this changes things between us. I’ll understand if you don’t want to see me again.”

Dean sat there stunned, unblinking.

Cas turned and headed towards the door before stopping. “For what it’s worth, those were the best weeks of my life. I meant what I said, Dean. I love you.” He continued out the door and down the hallway.

His heart was heavy and his eyes brimmed with tears. He mentally kicked himself for thinking something this stupid would work. He expected Dean to hate him. He expected Sam to be angry with him for quite a while.

He didn’t expect to hear footsteps coming down the hall.

He didn’t expect a hand on his shoulder to spin him around on his heels.

He definitely didn’t expect Dean to grab him by the collar of his trench coat and pull him into a desperate kiss.

He grabbed Dean by the back of the neck and kissed him fiercely, his tongue running over the mans lower lip.

Dean pulled away, breathless and smiling.

“You’re a goddamn idiot,” Dean huffed.

“I know,” Castiel smiled. “But I’m your idiot.”

[maggiemaybe160]

Broken

Thank you for always being my there to cheerlead and beta for me @nickelkeep

Also on Ao3 GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WARNING

“I can fix this!” Dean yells. “It’s not broken!” Cas pleads. He’s on his knees in an angel trap. “I’m not broken!” Holy oil spills over his face, slipping between his lips as he begs. He tries to wipe it away, terrified. He looks up at Dean and opens his mouth to try again, but Dean just pours more oil over his face. It forces its way into his mouth and down his throat. He sputters and chokes. His nose feels funny and he can feel the oil in his lungs. His hair is plastered to his face, and still, he tries. “Dean!” 

“I can fix this!” Dean promises, flicking open the silver lighter. It was never meant for Cas. It was never meant for him. The lighter drops and Cas screams. 

Dean staggers backward, holding his head as he groans. Pain rips through him as he doubles over. He squeezes his eyes shut and blinks through the pain before he looks up and feels his heart stop in his chest. 

“Cas!” He rips off his jacket and throws it over Cas, trying to suffocate the flames. “No. No, no, no, no, no. Cas. No!” 

The flames lick at Dean’s palms but he can’t feel them. He doesn’t care. He pulls Cas’ body out of the angel trap and pats out the flames as he tries to breathe. He can’t feel his heart. He can’t feel. He sees his burned hands shaking. He hears an anguished howl and wonders if it’s from him. 

“Good job,” a voice says. “It was hard work, but we knew you could do it. I knew you could do it. Just took some persuasion.” Zachariah. “What’s wrong, Dean?”

“Bring him back, you son of a bitch. I don’t know what you did, but you will bring him back.” Dean feels the stinging in his nose as tears blur his vision. He refuses to let them fall as he cradles Cas against him. 

“What I did? Oh, no. What you did. This was all you, Dean,” he says with that smile that turns Dean’s stomach. 

It hits him with a wave of nausea. He remembers Cas begging only moments ago. He remembers Cas’ screams. He remembers pouring holy oil over his perfect face and wetting his parted lips. His eyes flicker to his lighter on the floor by the burning angel trap. 

“I know, I know,” Zachariah sighs. “You loved him. You’ll never be the same without him by your side. Blah blah blah. This is good, Dean. We got two birds with one stone! You’re controllable and Castiel? Our broken angel who fell in love with a human? He’s out of the picture. He can’t stand in the way anymore.”

“Fell in love?” Dean breathes harshly, his eyes raking over Cas’ scarred face. His mind is reeling, but he manages to snarl, “I told you once and I will tell you again. I’m not a pawn in your game. I will never say yes.” 

“Come now, Dean. You already killed the only being who will ever love you. What left is there?” 

Dean can’t look away from Cas’ face. He had done this to him. He had killed the love of his life. He wasn’t even in charge of his own body, but he feels the guilt tearing into him like a knife. 

“You will say yes. Now, or when we decide to take control again. You killed your poor, dear Castiel. You’ll kill your brother too.” Zachariah takes a step toward him. “It’s only a matter of time, Dean.”

“Take another step and I’ll kill you and then me,” Dean says without moving. Zachariah stops and Dean runs his hand over the burned cheek of his angel. He never got to tell him that he loved him. His final moments were spend in fear and desperation. 

“You don’t have any weapons. You aren’t going to kill anyone,” Zachariah says. “Anyone else,” he corrects himself with a chuckle. 

Dean grabs Cas’ angel blade from his sleeve and plunges it into his heart. He gasps and watches two tears finally fall onto Cas’ face. 

“I’m not broken!” Cas had yelled in his final moments. 

“But I am,” Dean answers silently as he chokes on his own blood and watches the world tilt and darken. 

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[surflove808]

On Destiel and endgame hysteria

Sometimes I get fired up about some of the BS I see in this fandom and this is one of those moments.  This post will be a layercake of sentimentality, disappointment, anger and maybe a wee bit (a lot) of profanity.  So, you know. Back on my bullshit.

The show that we love, love to hate or hate to love, for better or worse, will see it's final curtain call at the S15 finale.  You don't need me to tell you how impactful it's been and how much it means to so many people for a variety of reasons that extend well beyond it's entertainment value.  All it takes is one scroll through social media to get a sampling of the reach of this little-show-that-could and by extension (and because of) it's cast, to see that it's beloved by so many.  And it deserves the praise, and the end deserves to be lamented - but like TFW has said over and over, and to paraphrase Frank Sinatra, they're doing it their way.  For that?  I'm happy.

The show has been described as a "juggernaut" and an "institution", and it is.  We all know the themes:  Finding *your* family, struggle, perseverance, dedication, making mistakes and not always learning from them (but trying), acceptance, the beauty in humanity even when all hope seems lost, redemption, and love... to name the big ones. Now about Love.  "Love" is not threatening to burn down houses if your ship isn't made canon.  "Acceptance" isn't threatening the cast, crew, producers and network with lawsuits if your ship isn't made endgame.  I saw a few posts like that today that had a very disappointing number of likes and reblogs and I'm kinda furious, to be honest.  You fucking twits.

As someone who enjoys the show, and respects the determination, sacrifice, hard work, creativity, and yes - Love -  that has been poured into this endeavor, I don't think I'm alone when I say -  JUST. STOP.  You whining, tantrum throwing, self-important, "wouldn't catch a social cue if it had a $100 bill attached to it and was tossed to you from 3 feet away", obnoxious, divisive children.  

Accept what the cast, the writers and Eric Freaking Kripke have told you?  No... can't do that.  Must hop from one lily pad of delusion to the next and have the gall to be self righteous about it.  And then pat yourselves on the back for being alternately clever, threatening and obtuse.  You're like the Donald Trumps of the SPN fandom.  You're not disliked because of your ship.  You're disliked because of your personalities.  Let that sink in.  No one is marginalizing you.  You chose to do this to yourselves AND your beloved ship via your words and actions.  You sunk your own battleship and now you’re pissed.  

I don't affiliate myself with any ship or the other factions of this fandom.... I don't get it.  I'm just a fan.  A fan of the story, the acting, the tragedy, the comedy, the characters and the character of the actors involved.  I don't know what a good "fan" is... don't care.  But I know what a bad one is.  A bad one thinks that they can take ownership of someone else's art just because they've "invested" in it. 

And I apply it to my own life in this way - Here I am doing my thing, putting my creativity out into the world... and what I create matters to me.  Every little bit.  I throw myself into the things I'm passionate about.  And not everyone is going to be thrilled with what I produce.  Some people will never see what I put out there, but word travels fast when you genuinely care about your craft.  I do what I do because it drives me, and always has.  And I do my best to stay true to MY story.  And the thought of someone trying to insert themselves into my story because they think they know my creations better than I do, makes me want to punch throats.  

And the thought of a group of people actually threatening me and the people I collaborate with because I'm not making their fantasy a reality??  Hey - get fucked sideways without lube, and throw some sand in there for extra discomfort.

I want you (and you know who you are) to have some accountability.  Please tell me in what scenario is your behavior warranted or appropriate.  Feel free to DM me.  I won't "out" you, and I'll never be abusive - I just need to know why.  (bullet pointing this because... reading comprehension)

1.  WHY is Destiel is the only representation you'll accept.  

2.  WHY do you think it's funny or "OK" to harass the creatives on this show constantly when you have absolutely no right to their story?  

3.  WHY do you think that pushing something so hard will get you what you want? 

4,   And lastly.... WHY is this so important to you? 

Can you possibly survive if Destiel isn't made canon?  Do you have other hobbies and interests that can fill your time?  Because some of ya'll are acting like this is the Be All End All of your existence and I'm here to tell you - it's really not.  If it DOES happen, it will be at the discretion of the showrunner and creatives, and I promise you it won’t be because they caved to the small, yet omnipresent faction of Destiehellers that have annoyed the ever-living fuck out of everyone attached to this show.  It’ll be on their terms.

The tantrum strategy stops working after age 4, usually....it just seems some of you are late getting the memo.  Thanks to your folks.  Well done.

Try to appreciate the show for what it is and always has been.  If your expectations are unreasonable and are buoyed by years of manips, misquotes and over-analyzation of brief "moments" between ANY characters, and you feel emotional enough about it to behave badly - it's time for a factory reset.  This show has never mislead you - you’ve bought into delusion and over-analysis and straight-up fiction pimped to you by fellow “fans” probably before you even watched your first episode.  It’s the weirdest thing I’ve seen.  And I’ve seen some shit. 

If you’re going to be angry... be angry at your friendly neighborhood Destiel dealer.  They chumped you to get more *buy* for their *supply*.  Them’s the facts.

That being said.... Can We Just Appreciate The Final Moments That This Amazing Cast And Crew Are Going To Give Us (and you know they will), And Let It The Fuck GO?  

You're welcome to block me (you probably should).  But before you do that, could you let this sink in a bit?  And if you see a fellow shipper being an entitled  douche - maybe hold yourself to a higher standard than they do themselves and don't perpetuate it/like/reblog it?  Because this behavior is well and truly a shitty way to treat the legacy of this groundbreaking show, and all those that are responsible for bringing it to life. 

In other words....Behave.  And have some goddamn dignity.

I’m not sure if I’m doing this right, but my response was so long.  Eh...whatever.  @jessiegail   I understand, and please allow me to elaborate. When I was scrolling through the Jensen tags (because the Dean and SPN tags have been overrun by a lot of people with zero respect for the character/show canon, so I stay away anymore.  That in and of itself should tell you something)... I was also sharing in the moment, and the news and wanted to see some SPN love and positivity. What I ran into almost immediately was, and I quote: "If they don't make destiel cannon (sic) for the series finale, I'll set their houses on fire. You've been warned." 87 people agreed with @moosewncstr on this sentiment.  Now... if it was one shitty person and people steered clear of any affiliation with them for threatening arson because they're completely off their fucking rocker.... that would be easy to ignore.  But 87 people??  That’s really, really bad. What I'm seeing and have been seeing, is a hive-mind mentality that doesn't care for acceptance. Doesn't care if it’s abusive. Doesn't care if someone gets their “feelings” hurt. And they absolutely Do Not Care if what they say incites the potential reality of violence, as long as they can force their ship down the throats of as many people as possible and Make It Canon.  

And by hive-mind, I mean - NO ONE in the Destiel camp seems to have the degree of autonomy (AKA:  Balls) required to rein in the bad apples in their bunch.  They either agree or stay silent.  So, because you can’t self-regulate, people like me with no concern or desire for your approval have to come in and tell you to knock your shit off.  You won’t.  But I feel better.  And maybe others will feel more comfortable to express their disapproval when shit like this rears its ugly head. Anyone who would think threats (just a joke...hahaha), are acceptable, and those who are in agreement can suck it. And i will not roll over and sing kumbaya with anyone who thinks this is ok. I'm generally careful with the headers and lead-in paragraphs to posts that are potentially inflammatory. A courtesy that is not extended by your brethren. You had ample warning that this post would not be kind to asshole shippers. I don’t think you are one of those people - but, if you’re defending this behavior, I can’t really empathize with you.  I also don’t want you to feel targeted.  This isn’t about YOU.  This is about endemic behavior that has become so toxic, it pretty much can’t be undone. As for paying anything forward, I do not owe people who act like this the time of day, much less a kind word. I have 2 choices:  I can stand by and pretend I don't see these things and block, block, block so that I can stay in my bubble. Or, I can take my own little stand on my own little blog and address genuinely disturbing behavior using language of my choice. What I will never do is threaten or abuse any individuals who question my logic. Downside is... you'll get a very long winded explanation. Go, be happy. Enjoy your ship. No one is telling you not to. I'm telling you right now, though - I can't and won't tolerate the bad apples. Best to block me if you're sensitive to the way I word my posts, but understand - I'm not promoting hate or abusive behavior - I'm fighting it. And I will continue to do so as long as I'm on this dumpster fire of a website, because I love this show and I believe all of the creative's, crew and fans deserve some fucking respect.

[go-diane-winchester]

Why Screenrant is a joke.

Dollface sent me this.  It was mindboggling how much Sara Schmidt sounds like a quintessential heller.  Everything she pointed at as proof of canon destiel, is fecal droppings found on Tumblr. 

10.  Uriel stating to Dean:  "He has this weakness. He likes you,"

There is so much wrong with this.  You could mean Dean, the Winchester brothers or mostly humankind collectively.  But no, the guy with no sex drive wants to bang Dean.    

9.  Meg calling Dean, Cas's first boyfriend.

The fact that Meg is a demon seems to be lost to this idiot.  Oh, but the demon said something that you like, so she must be right.  Sarcasm is lost on these fools.  And yet they will say the same thing about us critiquing Misha's humor. 

8.  Mistletoe

That's right, Cas and Dean shared a moment under the mistletoe! Did you miss it? While Bieber wasn't really playing in the background, some mistletoe could definitely be sighted hanging above the cuties during season eight's eighth episode, ''Hunteri Heroici''.

The episode features some of Cas's most adorable moments, from trying to be a detective and sniffing a body in the process to staying in the hotel with the brothers, saying another great line: "I'll watch over you." No, it's not a huge 'ship spoiler on its own, but within the context of all the other great one-liners it seems pretty romantic. Or stalkery. However you view it.

Those are the exact words.  Can you say fine tooth comb?  The funny thing is that she does give us an opportunity to pick a view and yes, I do view it as stalkery, because that is what Dean calls its.  He says its creepy and rapey.  Even if we take it as is, it proves Cas likes Dean and does not denote mutual attraction.  

7.  Hugging

''Fans of Dean Winchester know that he might have a reputation with the ladies but he sure isn't what you'd call a "hugger." Yet he seems to be falling into Castiel's arms quite often--and with much more gusto than he hugs his little brother, Sammy.It's not that Sam and Dean never hug; they two share many heartfelt brotherly moments on the show. But Dean seems rather eager to leap into Cas's arms as opposed to the reluctant, awkward back-patting that he exchanges with his own flesh and blood. We get it, Dean. We like hugging the people we're sweet on, too.''

Talk about subjective.  More gusto?  According to who, heller?  He is a hugger.  He hugs lots of people.  Jessica, his parents, Charlie, Jack.  But hold the phone when he hugs Dean.  SMH. 

6.  The profound bond

This is the same quote revisited plenty of times.  This is because hellers don't understand the character of the character they stan.  He doesn't speak ordinary English.  Cas is more Dean's friend than Sam.  That is what profound bond means.  Even if we take it as is, it proves Cas likes Dean and does not denote mutual attraction.  

5.  Dean was able to break to Naomi's brainwashing by saying ''I need you".  Naomi also said that she knew he wanted to "return to him," which sounds like she's alluding to a romantic relationship.

That bit I cannot get.  Cas is so useless to Team Free Will that you can write the last five seasons of SPN without him.  But Dean needs him, why?  Maybe Dean meant ''I need you to not kill me'', despite the fact that it turns on the hellers.  Of course, Sara Schmidt chooses to forget that Jensen scraped the ''I love you'' line.  Sorry hellers, Jensen does not want destiel to be canon. 

4.  I cant summaries this delusion in one line.  There is just too much stupid.

Speaking of that phrase, how many pairings are revealed when one character utters, "I need you," to the other? It's a classic line that's meant to convey more than one need, to say the least, and Dean and Cas tend to state it to one another over and over again to the point where it's a favorite fan quote used most often to support the unofficial couple.

What makes this line even more revealing is Dean's famous disdain for the words, or touchy-feely words in general, as he's repeatedly told his brother throughout the series. Naturally we still get plenty of those brotherly moments, but Dean seems to not mind having those saccharine sweet sentiments with Cas as much and has said this line multiple times.

3.  Balthazar tells Dean, "You have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trench coat who's in love with you."

Balthazar is a jerk.  Taking him seriously, is the dumbest thing anyone one would do.  Even if we take his words as is, it proves Cas likes Dean and does not denote mutual attraction.  

2.  The beard stroke" in Purgatory together

Yes, lets reach right into our arse to look for proof, shall we?  This twat reach right into season 8.  Poor thing.  His clean shaven friend grew a beard and he was amused.  It must mean Dean wants to boink him. 

1.  Dean keeping Cas's trench coat after he died.   

In her over-reaching, she dug up parallels from Ennis and Jack in Brokeback Mountain and how Ennis kept Jack's coat after he died.  Typical heller behavior.  Madame Heller forgets that Jensen laughed at the stupidity of it.  Even Misha laughed because Jensen brought it up right in front of his face.  So he had to agree but behind Jensen's back, Misha called Dean a pervert who was doing things with the coat.  But don't you bother your teeny, tiny, itty, bitty little head with facts.  Stick to your metaphor and parallel if it makes you smile. 

I asked myself if Misha was networking again.  And how come Screenrant writes such questionable material.  I scrolled to the end of the page and found this. 

Click on Write for Us, and fill in the form.  If you are a good writer, you get your drivel published and you get paid.  That is why there is so much heller delusion on Screenrant.  They have absolutely no journalistic credibility because who the heck is fact checking?  No one.  Does Screenrant care?  No.  They just look for traffic.  That is why its called Screenrant and not TVInquirer or something like that.  They don't care how they get views etc.  As long as they get it.  The sad thing is that TPTB on SPN will read the article and think that its the voice of all the fans of SPN.  So lets do something about it, shall we? 

Go forth people, and flood Screenrant with requests to write.  And write the truth.  Its the only way to level the playing field, because these hellers are extremely underhanded.  Their hope may be to bully Jensen into making destiel canon.  Write about the death threats.  Write about Misha's mugging.  Write about the Travis Aaron Wade scandal.  Write about what acceptable shipper behavior is.  Write about how you don't want to see the forcing of a ship, that will make the leads uncomfortable.  Write about mental illness and how, coaxing a suicidal person like Jared to kill himself, is downright evil.  Speak up for Jared, because these people trash his reputation.  Speak up about Nolacon.  Speak up about Jensen's homophobia and his aunt.  Speak about the academic work that revolves around Jensen's homophobia.  Speak up about the entitled hellers who destroyed SPN's reputation with queer baiting accusations.  And earn a buck while you do it.  I am going to do that too.  And I will do it for free.     

https://screenrant.com/supernatural-dean-castiel-destiel-moments/

[linky-chan]

A Destiel Shipper’s Troubled Life - Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1 887

Summary: Reader’s a huge fan of Destiel... only thing is, she loves Dean too. Can she mix up both loves? Maybe ;)

Warnings: Smut, a tiny little mini bit of swear (if you try really hard), poly relationship, unprotected sex.

A/N: This was my first supernatural fanfiction I wrote, so have mercy ;~; hahaha, no but really. It was my first one and it’s already on AO3 so you might have read it. It’s in 3 parts and this is the 1st one! :D

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It was a hot summer night and the boys had left the hotel room for a hunt as always. Of course, Sam didn’t know you borrowed his laptop every time he was gone and had known even less about how you used it by yourself. You weren’t as freaky as Becky with your shipping (I mean what the hell… Wincest?), but still, you liked some nice smutty Destiel. The only problem was, the boys were coming home earlier and earlier every night and your little fantasies couldn’t come to an end. Even worse, Dean and Cas were with you 24/7… How could that not affect your shipping? Every little touch they had, every cute scene that happened day after day… Hell, you even thought about filming some of it and start a Youtube channel! Anyway, you didn’t have much time left before they came back, and you quickly saved your piece of art in your secret folder that Sam never managed to find.

As you opened Tumblr to look at some nice fanart, you heard the Impala’s engine purr as Dean (because we all know he’s the one to drive) parked Baby close to the entrance. You quickly closed the tab and put the laptop back to its place, totally forgetting about the history. The boys entered the room, coats full of blood since they left with their FED outfit (and Cas always had his trusty trench coat of course). Your (y/e/c) eyes opened wide when you saw Dean’s opened wounds pretty much everywhere on his body. As you were the nurse in this room and also Dean’s #1 fan, you got your emergency backpack in less than 2 seconds and headed to the bathroom, waiting for him. He looked at you and sat on the toilet, smiling the warmest of all smiles. You started disinfecting the wounds with the bottle of whiskey left on the table and Dean finally spoke. ‘’You know, you don’t have to do this for us. You don’t owe us anything.’’ You stared back at him with the biggest ‘’Are you fudging kidding me’’ look on your face. ‘’Dean, you know I do this to help you guys and absolutely love every bit of it.’’, you answer as you look down at Dean’s badly injured arm.

Just as you were about to tell him everything was fixed, you heard what you hope you’d never hear in your life. ‘’Dean! I totally forgot to tell you. I found a case before we left and I really think we should check it out tomorrow… Lemme find it in my browser history-‘’, you cut Sam with the biggest gasp you’ve ever let out of your mouth EVER. Your (y/e/c) eyes were filled with fear and Dean immediately took his gun, trying to find what scared you so much, but you already left his side and grabbed Sam to talk to him. You closed the door quickly behind you and stared at Sam’s wide eyes. ‘’What’s wrong (y/n)?’’. ‘’Don’t you dare look in your history Sam. You’re going to regret it.’’. He looked away and back at you like if he was scared someone else could be listening. ‘’Did you watch porn on my laptop (y/n)?’’, he said hesitantly. Your eyes grew big and your hand left his arm, only to leave a red mark on his cheek and awkwardness in the air. You ran back inside and locked the door behind you, leaving Sam trying to lock pick the room and you enough time to delete what you didn’t want him to see.

It only took a couple of days of insecurities and doubt from Sam to finally find what you were hiding in his laptop’s folders. Cas and Dean probably forgot what you did a couple nights past, but Sam definitely didn’t forget, as proven by his request to see you outside when you were done with your shower. ‘’Look (y/n), I- I found something in my computer and I want you to be honest.’’, Sam said as he looked around to see if Dean was coming back or even if Cas would be appearing anytime soon. You looked around too, just to be sure, and looked back at him. ‘’Look, I know what you might think. You probably think I’m a psycho shipping her friends together, but I would never do that in real life okay? I want to tell you something but… It’s a secret okay?’’. You didn’t even wait for his answer and already continued. ‘’I like Dean a lot okay? Like a lot, lot. Aaaaand… I guess it’s just a fantasy of mine to see them together you know?’’. He looked back at you like he looked at every crazy person he asked questions to before and nodded slowly. Trying to escape the situation, you simply patted him on the shoulder, smiled and headed back inside to continue cleaning up the bunker where all of you moved the same day.

Only 3 hours later, you were already interrupted from your book by a confused (and adorable) Cas as well as a kind of furious (and hot) Dean. Sam followed both of them; his I-don’t-know-what-to-do-please-forgive-me look on his face. Just before you could open your mouth, Dean had already dropped the laptop on your bed with the fanfiction you were writing wide open for everyone to see. ‘’What the hell is this (y/n)?’’. You looked furiously at Sam and finally understood he told him everything because ‘’he’s blood y’know’’. After you let the frustration towards Sam go, you finally looked into Dean’s eyes. ‘’What do you want me to say?’’, you answer as you look at Cas, a sad look on his face. You thought he’d be disappointed in you but he simply puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder, making him jump a bit. ‘’You shouldn’t be that harsh with her Dean. She was simply trying to show you how she felt about us being in a relationship.’’. You looked at the angel with a confused look on your face and finally realised. Sam looked as surprised as you and Dean was even more pissed now that Cas opened his damn mouth again. The both of them left to talk, leaving you and Sam alone. ‘’Well… guess you were right all along (y/n).’’ He left the room and you ended up alone, waiting for someone to come back. Figuring out that no one would interrupt you again; you decided it’d be better to give up on your book for the night and head to bed, too tired to think about anything else than this.

As it’s been happening to you for the past week you were AGAIN interrupted, this time, by a knock on the door. You didn’t bother and simply ignored it, but was quickly surprised by someone lying down next to you which made you draw the knife from your bedside table. You felt a gentle hand on your wrist and heard a simple whisper from behind you, ‘’Don’t worry… it’s just me’’. Dean’s soft voice surprised you and made you blush a bright red, feeling his firm hands on your hips as well as his hardening erection in the lower part of your back. ‘’Dean, that’s a bit awkward I can feel your-‘’, you said just before he cut you off with his raspy and needy voice. ‘’I know (y/n), Sam didn’t only tell me about… the thing. He also told me about what you confessed the other day.’’ Your (y/e/c) eyes fell shut in disappointment towards Sam who simply could not hold a secret to himself. However, you didn’t get much time to think since Dean was already on top of you, letting his thumb slide across your lower lip. You withdrew your breath after the realization and slipped your hands behind his neck, whispering back. ‘’Dean, what are you going to do about your… relationship?’’. You looked away and tried to figure it out in your head. ‘’I thought you would have noticed by now, but I’m bisexual (y/n) and Cas just happens to be my friends with benefits you know?’’, he says as he grabs your chin to gaze into your eyes. You look back at him and pull yourself a little closer to him to whisper in his ear. ‘’Wow, getting hip, old man.’’ He looks back at you with his I-Act-Hurt-But-Am-Not-Really face and presses his body against yours even tighter. ‘’Who’s the old one now uh?’’, he murmurs. You’d never think you two would get to this but he finally presses his lips against yours, slowly easing his hand down to your pyjama shorts. You slowly move your hips, panting louder and louder as the air gets thicker and your need becomes so powerful you actually grab his hands yourself. You’d never think you were able to do that and you just did, leaving the Winchester’s face surprised at your initiative. You couldn’t care less about his expression at the moment and simply grabbed his face in-between your hands to pull him into a deep and sensual kiss, leaving your entire body tingling for his touch. Your needs were quickly fulfilled when you felt his hand making its way back down your body, all the way under your top to take it off. It wasn’t long until the both of you were left naked, sweaty and heavily panting for any molecule of pure air left in the room that was now even hotter than it already was. You could feel his manhood push against your pelvis now soaked in precum and your own fluids, only making you more and more excited. Your impatience made you do the first move, pushing him to finally be on top. It was never like you to take over, but you were tired of waiting after Mr. Pretty Eyes over here. You took his hands to put them on your hips and finally eased him into you, feeling every inch getting deeper and deeper. It didn’t take you long before you finally started to move up and down his shaft, making him close his eyes and throw his head back. You took the opportunity to bend down and suck on his neck, all the way down to his collarbone, feeling his 3-days-old beard against your soft skin. You knew you’d leave a hickey, but that was for Castiel to see. They may still be friends, but Dean wasn’t only Cas’s, he was yours too now. Dean quickly brought you back to reality when he grabbed your ass and lifted you slowly, just enough to tease. You finally followed his lead and moved faster and faster, but he stopped you in your growing desire and flipped you under him again, just to move even harder and deeper into you, making you moan. You tried to stop remembering how many people were actually in the bunker and how late it was, but gave up when Dean whispered in your ear. ‘’Scream my name (y/n), scream it just for me.’’ You gave up everything that held you back from that sweet release and howled his name at the top of your lungs. You felt him fill you entirely, followed by his hot cum deep inside of you. Completely out of energy, you finally fell asleep in the warmth of his embrace.

[go-diane-winchester]

J2 fans?  I am proud of us

@death-to-normalcy-destiel is like a typical heller.  First she laughs [to show that getting called out totally doesn't affect her] complete with smiley faces.  Then she pretends to be a poor wittle victim because I used harsh words regarding her tagging.  And like a fly on a turd, help arrives from her side.  Check out the fly's hilarious tags.     

@rapha-writes doesn't want discourse.  Well she got more than that.  Because before I could even get to respond, J2 fans were on her throat. 

''The whole point of tagging is to make it easy to find things you like. I want to go to Sam Winchester tag, all I want to see is Sam Winchester. I don't want to see Misha Collins. I don't want to see Destiel. A lot of people don't use Tumblr savior or can't use it. It's your job to tag it correctly, not ours.  It's also part of the terms of service which if you read it, you'd know it.The community guidelines. It specifically says to not overload you tags with things that are not relevant. In other words, you are spamming the tags. You are breaking the rules.''

''People can report you for spamming. It says in the Tumblr terms of service to not spam. Maybe reporting your ass would get it through your rude ass head.''

''@death-to-normalcy-destiel You want to keep tagging like that fine, but don't be upset when you get reported. They can get reported too. We don't want to see Cockles when we search Jared Padalecki, WHO'S NOT EVEN IN THE POST. The disdain is for you/Destihellers because of what you do. THIS is what you do. 1: You make everything about your ship and 2: You tag horribly. Blocking doesn't work because we can't see a post without the ship that's just tagged incorrectly.''

''@death-to-normalcy-destiel Who said I only liked one person from the cast? Untrue. This is an issue caused mainly by Destiel shippers. It's what got them the name, Destihellers. They shove their ships down everyone's throats by tagging everything they can think of. I see this all the time by Destiel/Cockles shippers and it needs to stop. Sam and Dean are their TV counterparts, what'd you expect? Why don't you search Jensen and Jared? Yeah, because it's you breaking them.''

Exactly!  I tag correctly.  I tag everyone because I am putting any threats or headcanon that might lead to J2 abuse in the main tags.  I am also exposing your ugly overlord because that pig eggs you on and he has made you the arrogant beasts that you are.  You are not posting something important @death-to-normalcy-destiel.  You are posting some shipping frivolity and shoving it in everyone's face.  That is entitled and disgusting. 

It was happy surprise to open the post and see my fellow J2 fans giving them their just desserts.  Like everyone else, I guess even they were fed up.  You guys did wonderful.  Give yourself a pat on the back.