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I had a thought

In typical reverse AUs, Angel Dean raises Castiel from perdition

What if instead, Dean is a demon who pulls Castiel out of heaven to help him find his brother

A Demon, defying the king of hell's plan to infiltrate heaven and "corrupt the faithful man", instead kidnaps Castiel, in turn kick starting a war between heaven and hell and the apocalypse

Just a thought

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"If my book is not perfect then-"

Then what? People will actually discuss it? fill your plotholes with fanfiction and headcanons?

People dont care about perfection. perfection is boring. if your story is perfect people will forget about it. its how we are wired. we remember the strange, the weird and all things left open.

Perfection isnt the goal, interesting is

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Got a nice long one for y'all, might be a little less smooth than the other chapters because this was written in increments during finals week when my brain was scattered like dust in the wind, but here's pt.6

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Becoming a regular face at the local, rundown dive bar has been an… interesting experience.

Cas has never been much of a drinker, save for special occasions or large events that he can’t stand attending without some form of buzz pushing him to socialize, but there’s something about The Roadhouse that keeps reeling him back in.

He could lie and say it’s a nice change of pace from his normal life, a way to get out of the house and socialize with people who aren’t his students. He could also say Gabe practically shoves him out the front door whenever Castiel mentions being bored, which is both true and false.

Gabe only forced him out of the house once, every other time has been his own volition, because, in truth, he’s become hooked on something he can only find at the bar.

Who knew a pair of green eyes and a bright, freckled face would be so addicting?

Dean’s astounding to watch as he works, making drinks and chatting with patrons, all with an easy grin. His spiky hair shines under the neon lights, his voice echoes throughout the room as he sings along to whatever’s playing on the jukebox and, while Castiel feels like a creep, watching him from a booth while he cradles his drink, he can’t bring himself to look away.

It took Cas a week to fully accept that Dean’s abduction of Jack was an accident, a second to begin to notice the way Dean was one of the most amazingly genuine people he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting, and another to realize he was well and truly in over his head.

Now Gabe’s joking about dragging Castiel to an AA meeting because almost every other night, without fail, after Cas tucks Jack into bed with a story and a kiss, he goes out to visit Dean on his shift.

“Hey, Cas!”

Speak of The Devil.

“Dean,” Castiel smiles at the bartender, who’s easily sliding into the seat across from him, “Are you on break?”

It’s barely past midnight on a Friday, these are the nights Cas barely gets a word in edgewise with Dean before he’s pulled to some other task.

“Nah, I’m off early tonight.” True to his word he has his jacket slung over his shoulder and his keys clutched in one hand.

“Oh?” Cas glances towards the bar, where two of Dean's co-workers (Jo and… Benny? Are those their names?) are watching the pair like hawks, “Why’s that?”

The burly man behind the bar shoots Dean a conspiratorial grin and a wink, leaving the bartender across from Cas sputtering out his answer, “N-no reason.”

Dean clears his throat, blushing so hard it disappears down the collar of his henley, “You headin’ out soon?”

The professor looks down at his long since empty glass, “It appears so.”

“Cool!” Dean jumps out of his seat, seeming to have recovered from whatever embarrassing circumstance his co-workers so desperately tried to put him in, “I’ll walk you out.”

Cas bites back a response about how he can manage a trip to the parking lot on his own, how he doesn't need someone to escort him back to his beat-up second hand truck.

“I’d like that.”

It’s quiet outside, a vast difference from the Roadhouse’s constant noise and clatter. The sky is cloudy, a few drops of rain are beginning to fall, but other than that it’s not awful.

Especially not with Dean at his side, grinning as they walk to Cas’ vehicle.

“Woah,” The bartender whistles under his breath once Castiel points out which parking spot he’s in, “Never took you for a truck guy.”

He’s heard this sentiment before and his answer is practically muscle memory at this point, “I’m not, but it was the cheapest vehicle I could find when I started school, and I haven’t had time to budget a way to replace it.” He purses his lips in thought for a moment before adding, “I use my brother's car whenever I need to transport Jack, though, since this doesn't have a back seat.”

“Smart.” Dean nods approvingly as Castiel unlocks the door, “Well it’s a nice lookin-” Cas turns the key in the ignition and his engine lets out a god awful shrieking noise, “Jesus christ!”

“It does that sometimes.” He shrugs, the clatter waning as the engine warms up.

“It shouldn’t.” Dean looks horrified, “Is this thing even driveable?”

Most likely not, “Yes.”

“I-” He looks like he wants to argue more but Cas sets his jaw and Dean leaves it be, opting to sigh and card a hand through his spiky hair, “Okay, you do you, man.”

“Thank you,” His fingers ghost over the handle, ready to close his door and head home, “Have a good night, Dean.”

Dean smiles, mouth opening like he wants to say something before it snaps closed, “I- yeah Cas, get home safe.”

“You too.”

Of course the night Castiel insists his truck is driveable is the night it decides to spite him.

Ten minutes from the Roadhouse, on some poorly lit back road, something begins to feel terribly wrong.

He pushes the gas pedal down in an attempt to accelerate, only for the engine to let out a pathetic noise while his speedometer stays stubbornly low. He tries again, flooring it this time, only to get the same results, never managing to get above 20 mph.

Panic surges through him as he jerkily pulls to the side of the road, cursing the stupid used truck that he knew was being sold for far too low of a price to be any good.

Castiel turns his key in the ignition and the vehicle falls silent.

What does he do now? Does he risk trying to drive back home when his truck might give out on him? Does he call Gabe to retrieve him?

No, Gabe’s at home with Jack.

A tow truck is his next best option, but it's late and the fees will probably be exuberant.

“Damnit.” He thumps his fist on the dashboard.

He’s not sure how long he sits there, glaring at the hood in front of him with betrayal, but it’s long enough for a sleek black car to pull up behind his truck.

Cas grumbles under his breath and grips his steering wheel tightly, headlights flashing in the rearview as a silhouetted figure approaches his window. He doesn't want to deal with someone else right now, no matter how helpful they end up being, he just wants to be home.

“Cas?”

Oh god. Castiel freezes, catching movement out of the corner of his eyes as the person becomes clear in the dim light.

“I thought that was you,” Dean presses his face up against the window, voice muffled as he shouts at Cas through the glass, “What’s goin’ on?”

Cas keeps his eyes firmly trained ahead of him, like he can will the bartender away if he doesn't acknowledge his presence.

“Helloooo-” Fingers tap on the glass, “Ground control to Major Cas.”

This is mortifying, the last thing he wanted Dean to see tonight was his poor vehicle maintenance.

“Dude? Are you okay?” He sounds concerned and that snaps Castiel out of his stupor, “Do you want me to call someone-?”

Castiel whips towards him, not intentionally, but it causes Dean’s eyes to widen in surprise for a moment. He fumbles for the handle, motioning for Dean to wait one moment, before popping open his door, “Did you follow me?”

“Nope.” Dean presses an arm against the roof and leans against the truck, “Just happened to be coming up the road when I noticed a certain bucket of bolts sitting on the shoulder. ”

Cas glares at the wet gravel below them, “I do not want to hear an ‘I told you so’ right now.”

“And you’re not gonna’,” Dean throws his hands up in surrender and flashes a brilliant smile, “I just wanted to offer my stellar roadside assistance.”

“I don’t want to keep you-”

  “None of that,” He gives him a firm clap on the shoulder, hand lingering for just a moment, “Pop the hood, lets see what’s going on.”

Castiel does as Dean asks, finding the bartender's confidence too strong to disagree with.

He should have probably asked Dean what sort of experience with engines he has before letting him loose on his poor truck, maybe he’s even less knowledgeable than Cas and is only going to do more harm than good, but he moves with ease, ducking out of sight and under the hood like he’s done this all his life.

After a few minutes of rummaging around Dean seems to find the problem, shouting so he can be heard over the rain, “Cas, man, your spark plugs are fucked! When was the last time you took this thing in for a tune up?”

Castiel blushes and averts his gaze, even though Dean can’t see him with his nose buried in the engine. It’s ridiculous, really, he’s a university professor, he has an adopted child who he’s cared for since he himself was a student, and yet the idea of going to an auto shop to figure out why his truck hasn’t been acting quite right makes his stomach churn.

He’s heard horror stories of people being overcharged, scammed for parts they don’t need because they don’t know their way around an engine, it’s awful and Castiel isn’t sure he could prevent it from happening to him.

“Cas?”

Dean’s staring at him now, squinting through the rain, hair plastered to his forehead.

“I-” He swallows thickly and raises his voice, “I’m afraid I’m not very good at vehicle maintenance.”

“I caught that,” The bartender snorts, slamming the hood down so hard it makes Cas jump, “But you need some now, so…”

He circles around to the passengers side, easily ducking inside to avoid the distasteful weather as Cas groans and presses his forehead to the steering wheel, already dreading the inevitable hours of researching local mechanics he has coming for him. 

“Ya’ know…” Dean speaks again, gentler this time, “My uncle owns a shop in town, might be able to get a discount.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I can totally work something out with him. Can you get the engine started at all?”

Castiel nods miserably, forehead thumping against the wheel, turning the key in the ignition to prove that his truck is capable of running (poorly), “It just refuses to accelerate.”

“That’s good!”

Cas shoots him a disbelieving side eye.

“Well, it ain’t good good, but it means we don’t need to tow it.” Bless Dean's heart, he’s trying so hard to keep things somewhat positive, “You follow me back into town and I’ll lead you to the shop and we can get it fixed up first thing tomorrow.”

He agrees to Dean's plan, if only so he doesn't stay stranded on the side of the road any longer, and he tails the bartender's impala into town at a painfully slow pace.

What should have been a five minute drive takes much, much longer. Castiel could almost weep with relief when a sign saying ‘Singer Auto’ comes into view and Dean pulls into an empty parking lot, Cas parking in the spot next to him.

“It’ll be fine here overnight?” He asks as he gets out of the truck and locks the door behind him.

“Yep, Bobby’s got security cameras galore, nobody’s gonna’ try anything.”

“Alright…” He wrings his hands as Dean settles next to him, leaving the two of them standing shoulder to shoulder against the truck, “I should probably call a taxi back home, shouldn’t I?”

Dean snorts, “No.”

“Pardon?”

Cas is given a look that makes him feel like he’s just asked if the sky was blue, like he’s just asked a question that has a painfully obvious answer.

“I’ll drive ya’,” Dean shrugs, like it’s the simplest decision in the world, “I don’t mind.”

“What if I live out of your way?” It’s a massive possibility, Cas forcing Dean to drive thirty minutes opposite of his home just because he can’t take good care of his truck.

“Then we go out of my way. Who knows-” Dean’s stepping into Cas’ space now, “Might be nice to spend some time together outside of the bar.”

Cas feels his face heat up, “I’ve been told I’m not amazing company.”

Dean throws his head back and laughs and, goodness, is it one of the most beautiful sounds on earth; he wants to hear it everyday.

“If I didn’t think you were awesome to be around, I wouldn’t be here.” 

Now, here’s the thing, Castiel has never been great at reading tone. His siblings used to tease him constantly for it, his fellow professors still side-eye him when his sarcasms fall flat, but there’s no doubt in his mind that Dean is genuine.

Maybe it’s the glint in his eyes, or the fact that he could be at home but is instead standing in the rain with Cas, it makes the professor want to believe every word that comes out of his mouth.

“C’mon man,” Dean loosely grabs Cas’ wrist, dragging him back towards the impala, “You like classic rock? It’s the only music allowed in Baby.”

“I’ll enjoy whatever music you play.”

Dean lights up at that, opening the passengers side door for Cas and allowing him to get comfortable before he gets behind the wheel.

“Just tell me where we’re going!”

Cas watches the mechanics shop- and subsequently his truck- disappear in the side view mirror as he directs Dean between bits of conversation.

“-You’ve seriously never listened to Bob Seger!?”

“I can’t say I have- turn left here-”

Dean sings along to the music as he follows Cas’ directions, something a black-haired beauty. He has a wonderful singing voice.

“Turn right, Dean.”

“You’re the boss- Okay, so no Seger, you ever listen to Springsteen?”

“No.”

“What!? What about Zep? AC/DC-?”

“Are those singers or…?”

“Oh my god, I take back every nice thing I’ve said about you, we can’t be friends anymore- oh, are you laughing? Cas, are you fucking with me right now?”

“Go straight at this intersection.”

“Cas!”

“Dean I’m out of touch, I don’t live under a rock, of course I know about AC/DC.”

“Thank fuck-”

“It’s the next driveway on the left- yes this one- You’ve been saying nice things about me?”

Dean flushes and sputters as the impala rolls to a stop next to Gabriel's driveway, “W-well, yeah, obviously-”

“I’m flattered.” Cas can see a light on in the kitchen and a silhouette suspiciously shaped like his older brother peeking out the window, though it ducks out of view once Castiel spots it, “Thank you for the ride, Dean.”

He has to walk around the car to get to the driveway and he can hear Dean roll down the window behind his back, “Cas, come back here for a sec.”

Now it’s Cas’ turn to lean against someone else's vehicle, ducking his head so he can look Dean in the eyes, “Yes?”

The freckled man looks like he might have a stroke for a moment, “Listen, Cas, I’ve really enjoyed hanging with you so- ya’ know- I guess if you wanted to keep doing that- we-” He stumbles through a few more half formed sentences before he screws his eyes shut and mumbles under his breath, “Fuck it.”

There’s no time to ask what he means before Dean leans out the window, grips Cas’ chin, and plants a kiss square on his cheek.

It’s chaste, quick, not at all like the man who gave it, but it still sends Castiel's mind reeling as he takes a few stumbling steps back, his face certainly turning a brilliant shade of red.

“Okay, see ya’ Cas!” Dean’s back in the impala, pointedly not looking at the man he just made a move on, and shifting gears before Cas can react, “I’ll let you know when I get your car fixed up!”

“Dean, wait-”

But he’s already tearing down the road, leaving Castiel to watch him disappear around a corner, leaving him feeling impossibly warm and giddy despite the rain seeping through his coat.

That was possibly the clumsiest, most juvenile way to admit one's feelings that Castiel has ever witnessed, and it was perfect.

Next time he sees Dean he’ll have to return the favor.

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i should only be charged a symbolic amount of 10 cents for my groceries because i have kind eyes and my intentions are pure

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a destiel au

It's interesting that every time i want to send you an ask my internet goes: NO !

Could you make it a destiel au ?

I genuinely don't know what to do with this

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Fix me, Touch me, Kiss me

Chapter 2 is online

"Just relax."

"No, I’m not going to 'just relax,' Dean!" Sam barked, still trailing him like a damn second conscience. "Holy shit! Here I thought you were depressed because you lost your best friend, but you haven’t even told me the whole story!"

Dean stared at the table, fingers picking at the label on the whiskey bottle until it peeled back in uneven strips. His chest twisted, the inside of his head a mess of too many voices, none of them kind.

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More information about this Destiel fanfiction is available below.

Summary: A week after Jack left, he brought Castiel back from the Empty — whole, alive, and standing in front of Dean like nothing had changed, though everything had. Dean’s grateful. Of course he is. But now that Cas is here, really here, Dean is left face-to-face with everything unsaid between them. He knows what Cas confessed before dying, and worse — he knows damn well what he feels in return. But saying it out loud? That’s another story entirely, because there's something broken inside of him.

Dean asks Cas for something no one’s ever asked of him before: to go back in time, to the moment something broke, and stop it from happening. Stop the moment that taught Dean to be afraid of what he wanted most. Stop the moment Dean got broken. 

Stop John Winchester.

Beautiful art by: MediaMime

Tags: Dean Winchester/Castiel, time travel, healing, Dean Winchester is definitely not well adjusted, John Winchester Gets What John Winchester Deserves, BAMF Castiel, Castiel is a Dean girl, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Homophobic John Winchester, internalized Homophobia, Angst with a happy ending, Dean Winchester needs to use his words, canon divergent, 15x20 doesn't exist, fix-it, and fix Dean while you're at it, Dean Winchester has self worth issues, Emotional hurt/comfort, Dean Winchester deserves to be happy, Castiel deserves to be loved.

Rating: E

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okay i‘ve somehow never heard of this ship, would someone please fill me in?

i hate when fans refuse to acknowledge sam’s queerness because this ship is literally right there

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“why can’t two guys just be friends” they have to be gay. i said so. not sorry

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Oh my god, the idea that God keeps bringing Cas back because he thinks Dean moping around the bunker is boring is so funny. Like the first two times God brings him back, he does it right away cause he's like, "This freaky lil Angel is pretty interesting to have around. Let's throw him back into the mix." But then when he betrays Dean and dies in season 6/7, at first Chuck is just sipping Mojitos and luxuriating in the man pain, but then the man pain just. doesn't. stop. And fuck that's boring, Dean just won't stop moping.

So fuck it, let's give Cas amnesia and some weird wife, he won't have to be plot relevant anyway cause obviously he'll take on Sam's hell trauma, boom two birds, one stone. Now we can get back to the brothers brothering. Except fuck, somehow Cas has wound up going to purgatory with Dean, ugh lame. Well, let's just give Cas a few nightmares that really play into his self-loathing, that should be enough to get him to stay behind, the self-deprecating sad sack. But shit, didn't think this through, Dean's out and he's already looking pretty mopy.

No worries, just gotta push Naomi in the right direction, just a little nudge, there we go. Cas is back, but with a tasty little twist of Heaven mind control to keep him out of the narrative. Excellent. Screw it. Maybe Naomi could even get him to turn on Dean? Dean could kill him, that would be awesome. Wait, why the hell isn't Dean fighting back? Get off your knees! Cas can't kill Dean, that's lame, I'll have to think of some way to bring him back... wait, wait what? Did he just snap out of Angel programmed mind control? Oh for fuck sake, this is gonna be such a pain in the ass.

Blah blah, several more seasons of trying to keep Dean and Cas apart including having Gadreel fall near the hospital, retconing how Reapers work so one can try to take out Cas, pointing that weird pink Goo Angel in a Cas shaped direction, having it so that stolen grace is a thing that drains away, but nothing is God Damn Taking. The Angel is still up and kicking, and for some reason, Dean seems hung up on the broken little thing.

Right, time for mental warfare. If just the right digs are made at just the right times, maybe, maybe the Angels self esteem will drop low enough to... that's it. There it is. Say yes to Lucifer. Another betrayal, right, Dean? Right, Dean? Dean? Oh for crying out loud he's not even dead! Dean get over it, he said yes to Lucifer, he sucks Dean, why do you care? Ugh fine, let's say Amara's juice blasts Lucifer out of Cas, happy now? Fuck he's so boring when he's worried about what? A defective Angel?

Whatever, let's just throw some random side quests at them for a while. Surely, Dean will just lose interest eventually. Oh! Idea! Trap Dean and Sam in a government facility and then sabotage every attempt the Angel makes to save them. Again, two birds, one stone. Cas will feel useless and pathetic for failing to save Dean, and Dean will surely realise what a useless waste of celestial intent Cas is.

Okay, at this point, I should have seen this coming. Oh, thank me, Lucifer kebabed him. Light show, big burnt out wings for dramatic effect. This time, let's just wait it out. Dean can't stay single minded, drunk and hung up on Cas forever. Eventually, he'll realise he needs to step up to the plate and start parenting the Angel kid, I have some amazing Abraham and Issac stuff lined up, so we need to get moving with the bonding. Any minute now. Any minute now. Come on Dean, he's not even that strong anymore, why do you care? Jesus Christ Dean, you know your mom is also dead, right?

Screw it. Let's say Jack's powers can reach the empty. Shit does this mean I need to figure out how the empty works? I never got round to writing any of that. Okay, wow that was a choice, maybe I'll retcon the accent later... let's just focus on getting Cas back to earth, so Dean... aaaaand Dean has it wearing a fucking cowboy hat. How, out of all my universes did this glitch wind up infecting the original. Should have let the Angel just stay dead that first time, would have made my life so much easier.

Well, it's the final hour, might as well get one last hit in. Let's kill off the alternate universe people first, that should be just the right push to... perfect, yep, Dean blames death, and of course, Cas will follow. Hook line and sinker. I'll just let Death kill Cas, and then I'll have Death's weird poison thing wipe her out at the last second so Dean's still around for the end game. Oh? Oh, no way? You have got to be kidding me. This is priceless. He's actually saying it? That's the money shot right there. Wow. I need a margarita. Oh, but wait. Idea! Wouldn't it be perfect, just perfect, if Dean's childhood selective mutism were to make the briefest reappearance. Just for a second. Ahhh. You have outdone yourself, Chuck. No more revivals, Dean. I'm already bored.

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lampstiel, but after an undetermined amount of time post 15x18 dean notices that the lights in the bunker or lamps around the bunker would occasionally flicker. he didn’t know whether it was just the electricity or something post-chuck, but to cope, and because lights remind him of the first day they met, dean slowly got accustomed to saying “hey, cas/mornin’ cas/cas is here” whenever the lights would falter. to the point where it’s become second nature. he did it once in front of sam, purely by accident, and sam went along with it out of solidarity.

but then cas is back. and dean forgets. the lights would flicker in the library and cas would be across the table because neither of them can ever be too far from each other anymore, and dean would mumble a “hey, cas” and cas would be so confused. “i didn’t say anything, dean.” and dean would brush it off, but after a bit of prodding at sam cas would figure it out and he aches.

then, cas would intentionally flicker the lights before entering a room. deans room would flicker before hearing a knock on the door, the kitchen lights would flicker before cas walked-in to see dean sitting there and he’d made him a coffee, and whenever dean found himself up late at night from a nightmare, cas would stare at him and smile gently and flicker the lights and dean would know. cas is here. he was always there.

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i hadn't seen any other glorpified spn characters so i thought i should take it into my own hands. slorp and glorpean. drawn in the style of @omgitskaii

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SPN rewatch season two - the fucking Madison Werewolf episode makes me RAGE

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’VE SCOURED EVERY SOURCE DEAN

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CANT LOCK HER UP BECAUSE SHELL GET OUT? SHE COULDNT EVEN GET OUT OF THE CUPBOARD SAM PUT HER IN.

It’s just - URGH so Kripke at his stupidest. Girl is hot. Sam is awkward (HES A SIX FOOT 4 ADONIS HE DOES NOT STRUGGLE WITH THE LADIES ERIC) Sam bangs girl. Girl must die. Dean is pig who only cares about his brother. Main male character must suffer because men suffering is true art.

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Dean dreams of the lake often. It's a peaceful place that exists in an eternal mid-afternoon, full of warm and gentle sunlight. He sits on a chair at the end of the little wooden pier, fishing rod in one hand, beer in the other, and feels all the pressures of the waking world fade away.

(Dean's embarrassed to admit that it's his favourite dream.)

But now, ever since that first time Cas did his freaky Dreamwalking thing, he pops in sometimes too. At first Dean tells him to get out and let him fish in peace, but secretly he's glad that Cas keeps coming back. It's kinda nice to have the company.

After a while, another chair appears at the end of the pier.

"Make yourself at home why don't ya," Dean says, rolling his eyes.

"I didn't dream it here," Cas replies gently, sitting down in the new chair beside Dean. "You did."

A little while after that a second fishing rod appears next to the chair. Another beer bottle in the cooler.

Whenever Dean has The Lake Dream it's never long before Cas joins him. Sometimes they don't speak much, sometimes not at all, and sometimes they talk and talk and Dean wakes up feeling even more tired than before. (He feels happy though. He always wakes up smiling.)

Eventually the chairs draw closer together.

Cas asks him why he doesn't dream any fish into the lake, but Dean just shrugs and says that the fish being there isn't the point. Cas stares at him and tilts his head like he doesn't get it. Dean isn't going to explain.

The night after Cas confesses his truth and sacrifices himself, when Dean finally falls into an exhausted, drunken sleep, clutching the bloody handprint close - the chair beside him remains empty. The sunlight has gone, the lake churns dark and deep, and the second fishing rod sits abandoned, propped up against the empty chair.

Dean throws the rod into the lake, kicks the chair in after it, and collapses onto the pier, sobbing alone.

They hadn't even made a splash. Just disappeared like they'd never been there at all.

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o k no but like it sucks because the good things that came out of all of it doesnt matter at the end.

Dean and sam finally have smth resembling a healthy relationship? Doesnt matter deans dead. For good.

Sam embraces the supernatural part of his life and has a stable beautiful romantic relationship? He gets married to some random woman who we dont see and leaves the life?

Cas is part of the Family and generally falls in love with dean AND ALSO THE WORLD??? is happy LIKE YK HAPPY HAPPY FOR MORE THAN TO BE DEAD? Nope. hes rescued off screen by jack and is in heaven. The thing he ran away from since like. Season four.

Jack is accepted as Winchester and gets to be a kid? Nope hes god now!

Against all odds, the winchesters find something worth fighting for for themselves? They find a group of allies, friends, family, people they care about?

Nuh uh. They dont matter. Ok will toss bobby a stick but he cant even be bothered to GET OUT OF THE DAMN CHAIR THE WHOLE TIME??

Yes, Yes I know, covid restrictions, i get it. But also just fucking sucks. The ending literally says hey look at all the good things they did? Look at everything they achieved and fought for and come to accept? FUCK THAT YALL

In Conclusion, it’s always been a horror story. And it ended that way. And that fucking suckksss

I guess a lot of people think theyre gonna get out of the life and have a apple pie life but a lot of the story for me at least is about not them escaping the life but like, realizing their life is about The Life ™, and making it theirs?

Like this isn’t about their dad’s crusade anymore.

I want them to live in their bunker together ok… i want my little found family to happy together, I want Sam to be a witch, like is that not the msot natural conclusion to his arc ever? Sobbing crying throwing up??

HES A BLOOD fREAK OK LET HIM BE MAGIC HES THE BOYKING OF HELL LET HIM BE THE QUEEN OF HELLS APRENTAICE anyway im gonna die

Let dean help peopleeee let him throw parties and barbeques. Let him help hunters…. Let him take after his real dad ok….. Let him cook for people……

Let Cas just be happy. Let him live yall, let him show his human. Give him a pair of dr martins boots, a garden and a beehive. LET HIM HAVE BEES. I BEG OF YOU I WANT HIM TO InSIST EVERY HUNTER WHO VISITS TAKES A JAR OF HONEY WITH THEM.

Let jack grow up, man, let him watch star wars and do community service, and be a nerd let him be friends with the other wayward children of the winchesters.

LET THEM MOURN. Let them hang photos of bobby and charlie and ellen and jo.

Your fanbase is like 90% gay. Have it end with found family and homosexual declarations of love. Dont tell us that at the end of everything, you either die, or learn to live like everyone else okay. Thats so fucking tragic.

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Okay but imagine this: actor Dean x single parent Cas.

Dean’s doing a fan meet close to Cas's hometown, and Cas shows up with his five-year-old son, Jack, who’s a massive fan. He’s seen every Dean Winchester movie Cas deems age-appropriate, quotes lines, owns merch, the whole nine yards. So naturally, Cas brings him to meet his hero.

Jack’s beaming, chatty, tells Dean his favorite movie. Dean’s totally charmed. And then he notices the dad.

Quiet. Hot. Soft-spoken, tired eyes, probably reads poetry or builds bookshelves or something. Literal DILF. Dean short-circuits a bit.

His agent tries to move the line along, but right before they go, Dean signs Jack’s photo and casually slips his number in with it. Tells Cas to “give him a call sometime.” Totally chill. Not flirty at all. (It was definitely flirty.)

Weeks pass. No call. Dean tells himself he’s not checking his phone that often, he’s busy, it’s fine. (It’s not fine.) Then one day, he gets a call from an unknown number.

He answers it, just a tad bit hopeful maybe. Thinking it might be Cas. But instead he hears a tiny voice, full of excitement. It’s Jack.

Turns out, Jack was snooping around Cas’s phone, saw a contact labeled “Dean Winchester,” and his little five-year-old brain just went, that’s gotta be him. So naturally, he calls.

And now Dean is fielding a full-blown Q&A session about stunts and monsters and movie sets, all while trying to figure out how this kid got his number or if Cas knows his kid is talking to the celebrity who gave him his number.

Eventually, after like an hour of chatting, Dean goes, “Hey buddy… does your dad know you’re calling me?”

And Jack’s like, “I think so! He has your name in his phone.”

So Dean’s just like, “…Okay. Think I better talk to him for a sec.”

Cue Cas coming on the line all flustered, confused, probably a little mortified, maybe tries to tell Dean that he was gonna call, but he got busy and everything. And Dean is just grinning like an idiot.

Hey dude, you should write a fic about that

Idk why ya'll are pitching this to me like I'm an investor, but thank you

uuhh approved