#deancas drabble

[deancaskiss]

one day cas leaves a lil note for dean in the cupholder of the impala and when dean picks it up and unfolds it his heart does a little flip flop in his chest when he reads ‘when you find this note, come and kiss me.’ and dean is immediately scrambling out of the impala and he catches up with cas in the hallway of the bunker and he pushes cas up against the wall and kisses him breathless. dean sneakily slips the note in cas’ trenchcoat pocket as he breaks the kiss, murmuring against cas’ mouth, “I found your note” and cas beams and leans in to kiss dean again. it’s an hour later when cas finds the note stashed in his pocket, and he immediately makes his way towards the kitchen where dean is cooking dinner and cas nudges dean back against the kitchen counter as he kisses him long and slow and deep. dean shivers and pulls cas impossibly closer by his tie and cas laughs softly against dean’s lips as he says “I found the note” before they’re kissing again. and somehow it becomes a Thing for them. that same little note gets passed around every day, sometimes placed in the laundry room or the dean cave or tucked inside a book or placed in the handle of the coffee mug. there’s always a whisper of “come and kiss me” and far far too many kisses that leave them both weak in the knees and breathless

#okay okay this is the last one I swear #good night yall #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #spn #supernatural #dcsnapshots #deancas #deancas drabble #deancas headcanon #destiel headcanon #destiel drabble #domestic destiel #destiel kiss

[marvolord]

Touch

drabble for @starcrosseddeancas challenge

rated: M

The room was quiet, their heavy breathing the only thing that filled the air.

Dean rested his head against Cas' chest with closed eyes. He listened to the rapid heartbeat, breathed in Cas' warm scent, felt the angel's cum between his legs.

Dean smiled against his skin and sighed as Cas slowly traced his chest with his fingers.

"You make the most beautiful sounds," Cas said. His voice was still rough, had been even more so during their mating.

Dean couldn't help it when a laugh escaped his lips. Cas always had a way with his words.

He opened his eyes to find Cas already looking at him, a faint glint of grace still visible in his eyes.

"Yeah? Like what?" Dean asked as he lifted his brows.

Cas hummed and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Cas' fingers moved their attention up his arm, and Dean's eyes widened - his breath caught in his throat - when Cas touched the handprint on his shoulder.

"Ohhh!"

Cas smiled fully now.

"Like this."

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[lengthofropes]

- And then what? You need a second. There’s this wrinkle on your forehead and a furrowed brow. Like when you do, when you’re ponding your answer. Maybe you’re recalling the events, I don’t care, I’m just capturing the expression on your face, casted over with road lights. I don’t care about the story itself, too. Another story about some strangers that happened ages ago. You probably recalled something amusing, because there’s this small smile on your face. A warm twitch of the corner of your lips. It’s unexpected, but I’m grateful for this. Then your lips part and you continue the story. I slide a little lower in the seat. Good. Now I can look at you with impunity, pretending I’m actually interested in… what is it? Some riot in Ancient Rome? Whatever. You squint a little when passing car’s headlight are too bright. There’s these wrinkles in the corner of your eyes. I follow the tones of your voice, I do all the “huh!”s and the “oh, really?”s when those tones require my reaction. It’s good to have you back. It’s so good to have you back. My eyes are heavy, I slid further down in a seat. - Don’t tell Sam I let you drive, okay? My eyes are shut, but I can hear a smile in your voice. - Okay, Dean.

for @deancaskiss drabble challenge // prompt: strangers 

#I have no idea what I'm doing #just writing things that come to mind #bex I'm sorry)) #destiel #deancas #deancas drabble #dreamydrabble

[bixlasagna]

Drabble 1: Summer

from @deancaskiss drabble prompts

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It’s hot. Dean is sitting in the grass. He’s wearing shorts because Jack wanted him to. The grass tickles. He can feel his neck getting sunburnt.

A shadow. Movement. Then Cas is there. Sitting beside him. Dean can feel his heat.

They haven’t said much since Cas got back. Dean hasn’t said enough. God, he still hasn’t—

Cas’ face is tilted up. He watches the clouds with one of his small, sweet smiles. The breeze ruffles his hair.

Dean’s chest swells with it. That feeling. That warm, beautiful, ecstatic feeling. He knows what it is. But he’s still afraid.

Cas’ gaze drops. Their eyes meet. Cas’ smile widens.

Dean feels himself blush and tugs some grass out of the ground.

“I’m glad you’re back,” Dean says too quietly.

“Me too.”

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[the-rad-pineapple]

It’s hot. And Cas is back. He’s only been back for two days, and Dean can’t keep his eyes off of him.

Dean is leaning against a tree. They’re having a picnic as sort of a celebration for Cas. It’s sunny and bright. Someone brought water guns.

Cas has been around people the second he got back. It’s usually Jack, but he and Sam stayed up all night talking that first night. Dean hasn’t been able to say anything to Cas. He feels like he’s 4 again. His throat too tight and dry to form words. His feelings are too big for anything he can say.

Dean’s been cooking burgers. The sun beating down on his back, and he knows he has a sunburn on his neck. He’s trying not to drink as much lately but—

Dean finishes his beer and holds the bottle loosely in his hand. Then Cas is there. In front of him. The sun is shining directly on him. He’s always been bright like this, but maybe it’s even more now since Dean is in the shade.

Cas shifts. It’s a small movement. But Dean sees it. And he knows Cas. Cas can hardly meet his gaze.

He’s insecure.

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean still can’t fucking speak. He takes a small step to his right. He pleads with his eyes for Cas to come beside him. He does.

It’s still hot in the shade.

Their hands brush. Dean’s heart rate skyrockets. He swallows. He lifts a finger and curls it around one of Cas’. Cas’ breath hitches, but he doesn’t move.

They stand, hardly touching, and Dean—

He’s at peace.

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[cafeuelle]

It was a warm, quiet night in Essex, Connecticut. The starry skies were clear of clouds, the flickering light of firebugs drifting along on the ground. Castiel, Dean, and Jack were all huddled up in the flatbed of a pickup truck. Mounds of pillows and blankets cushioned the metal seat. Castiel knew the rental would only last another few days. His husband was oblivious to anything else in the world, content to teach Jack the constellations in the stars. He wished that it could last forever. Traveling the country, experiencing nature. The end of the earth could wait.

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[strawlessandbraless]

Angels: Brother, you have been chosen for this mission to save the righteous man from hell. But Castiel, hear me well. Do not covet the Michael Sword, big plans for that sword

*2 minutes later*

Castiel: I will lay claim to this living soul, rebuild him, mark him as my own, and carve my name into his ribs, gonna stare at him a lot, so much, gonna kiss him

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[naughtystiel]

"Yeah, it- Shit, I haven't seen anything this bad in a long time." Victor said right before he retched and then the sound of him emptying his stomach echoed in the quiet forest. Together with Castiel, Dean ducked under a yellow tape that was tied loosely around trees and stopped right in front of Victor who was now wiping his mouth with a sleeve of his jacket. "What a sick fuck could do something like this?"

"Do we know who the victim is?" Castiel asked, putting a tip of a cigarette between his lips.

"No- Not yet." Victor paled even more, trying not to retch. "That bad?" Dean chimed in, a sympathetic expression on his face. At least he hoped so.

"To the point that I'm not sure we will be able to find out who she was. Well, maybe... Maybe we will have some luck with her fingerprints. If they're good enough. She- Fuck! She almost looks like she got pushed through a meat grinder." Before Dean could say anything, Victor was behind a tree, vomiting again.

"Go get some water, Vic. We will go have a look now." Castiel exhaled a puff of smoke and nudged Dean to follow him. It only took them a minute or so to get to the crime scene. Victor wasn't exaggerating when he described the victims state; she was basically ripped to shreds, one leg nestled in moss five meters away. Dean crouched next to the body, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and titled his head, "Man, this is bad."

Castiel hummed in agreement, "That it is." He glanced back, but Victor and his partner still stood by their car, clearly staying away from the gory sight that was nightmare worthy. With the cigarette now between his fingers, he crouched next to Dean and dipped them in some squelchy part of the body. Dean's eyebrow furrowed, but he still wrapped his lips around Castiel's fingers when he pressed them to his mouth. The blood wasn't even entirely cold yet. Castiel gave him a small, pleased smile, "Next time... Let's try not to get so carried away, this is messy even for us."

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[deancaskiss]

dean, cas, and sam all getting cursed with some spell that has them acting out their desires and of course dean thinks it’s a genius idea to test this out by throwing random ideas at sam and cas to see what sticks like “sam, I bet you wanna make a smoothie right now” and then sam is trudging into the kitchen to make a smoothie and dean is in hysterics and he’s like “sam, I bet you wanna jump on the table” and sam flips him off and is like “nice try, dean” and then dean spins around to cas and laughs “I bet you wanna kiss me right now,” and it’s silly and goofy because no one here would want to kiss dean right now, but then cas is moving forwards, his hand softly cupping dean’s jaw as he leans in closer, and there’s this moment where cas murmurs brokenly “dean, say something else, anything else, please,” because cas knows his feelings have been exposed now and he can’t back away, and dean can’t stop his mind racing as he realizes, oh, cas actually does want to kiss him, the spell is revealing cas’ true intentions, and maybe it’s revealed his own desires too, and dean leans into cas’ palm and he whispers “I bet I wanna kiss you too” and then they’re kissing, soft and slow and oh so good as they part on a gentle exhale and sam’s like “are you kidding me?? it took some dumbass curse to finally get you two to kiss?” and dean’s like “shut the hell up sam” and then he’s leaning in against cas and brushing their noses against each other as he says “I bet I want another kiss from you” and cas leans in, pressing his lips to dean’s as he murmurs against dean’s mouth “i do too”

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[casdeans-pie]

When they first started sleeping in the same bed together Dean got worried that Cas would be bored, since he doesn't actually sleep

But Cas is just happy to be there with him. He holds him close while he's sleeping, vulnerable and soft, counts his freckles, counts his eyelashes, and kisses them softly when he gets overwhelmed and can't help himself

Sometimes he'll ask permission to slip inside Dean's dreams (Dean says he doesn't need permission but Cas insists) and they'll hang out in there like they don't already spend all day together

They end up in some strange places sometimes inside Dean's dreams. But they're most often sat together on the end of a rickety old wooden pier, fishing in a lake that doesn't contain any fish, enjoying each other's company

No, Cas is never bored while Dean sleeps. He feels like the luckiest angel in the world

#some more soft sleep related headcanons before I go to bed #destiel #destiel headcanon #destiel drabble #deancas

[hells-plaid-angel]

Dean had the lung capacity of a deep-sea diver. After years of holding his breath as he drove through tunnels, he'd honed the skill, only gasping for breath when the Impala's windshield broke through the darkness and into the light. The habit had formed as a child but lingered into adulthood as most childhood fantasies did.

As a boy, his father raised him on superstition. If you made a wish when the world was swallowed by blackness and you could hold your breath until the end of a tunnel, that wish would come true. Over the years he'd wished for a hundred stupid things. He'd wished his mother was still alive, that he lived a normal life or that a pretty girl would look his way. He'd wished his father had been the one who'd died in the fire. He wished he didn't feel that way.

Once Dean had blacked out in the backseat of the Impala when driving the I-90 through Boston. He'd come to with Sammy squealing like a stuck pig and John Winchester cursing like a sailor. For the next year, being in Massachusetts made him feel light-headed.

Kids and old men are similar in their love of rituals. Dean was no longer a child, but he wasn't ready to call himself an old man. The ritual had changed over the years, but at its heart, it was always the same.

Dean found his new ritual each night he woke from a nightmare. That night, he found himself in the bunker. The image of his hands covered in blood lingered in the darkness of the room. He held his breath wishing for the dream not to be true. He only breathed when he switched on the lights and found his hands clean. In his dreams, Cas was always dying.

The nightmares weren't helped by the fact that the angel had died, numerous times. His sleep-addled mind took time to sort fact from fiction. Had Cas come back this time?

Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that death didn't always stick. Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that the universe liked to make him suffer. Both statements were equally true.

In the nightmare, Cas had died in his arms. He'd awoken, held his breath, switched on the lights and choked out a breath, which sounded suspiciously like a sob. When the drowning feeling reseeded he found himself exiting his bedroom, searching for the object of his nightmares as a drowning man searches for land.

Dean would never admit to himself he was looking for Cas, but the knowledge was there. There were many things Dean knew but wasn't ready to admit.

Dean found the angel in the library of the bunker, absentmindedly flicking through ancient texts and Sam's collection of trashy fitness and lifestyle magazines indiscriminately. A heavy weight on his chest dissipated. Cas looked up at Dean's sharp inhale. He could breathe again.

"Hello, Dean," the angel greeted, as though he were late to some prearranged meeting.

"Morning, Cas," Dean spoke, for lack of a better topic of conversation. He collapsed into the seat beside Cas.

"It's currently 3:15 a.m. and the sun isn't scheduled to rise until 5:25."

"Thanks for the weather report, buddy," Dean griped. His tone lacked the usual exasperated edge he used when Cas said something that struck him as particularly alien, which was often.

"How are you, Dean? You seem... unmoored."

People in the twenty-first century didn't use words like 'unmoored'. Dean knew exactly what Cas wasn't saying. Dean seemed upset. If there was one thing Dean didn't cope well with, it was being anything less than 'fine'. They were experts in each other's pathology, which would always feel strange. Dean wasn't used to being known.

"Can we talk about something else?" Dean had been working on the concept of denial. However, avoidance was fair game.

"If I'm going to be staying here long term, I want to buy better magazines," Cas stated, tossing the magazine haphazardly. He'd been staying for longer than usual. Dean kept feeling like he was holding his breath, waiting for the angel to disappear.

"We can drive into town come morning. Need to clear my head anyway."

"You haven't been sleeping well," Cas observed, his eyes shifting their attention to Dean. The blue-grey eyes said more than his words. His eyes were an ocean to an inexperienced swimmer. Not everyone could read them. Dean could. There was something more to them. A strong rip beneath steady water. There was a storm raging beneath the surface.

"It's creepy that you've noticed that," Dean remarked.

"You haven't been very quiet."

Dean wondered how much Cas heard. Did he talk in his sleep? Did he call out Cas' name in the night? Had the angel heard the moments of weakness where Dean had let himself muffle sobs behind his hand?

"This isn't changing the subject."

"I've been changing the subject all week. Evidently, it's not working," Cas' voice was resolute.

He and Dean shared their stubbornness, which always led to unproductive stalemates. They were two bucks with their antlers interlocked, starving and trapped in their own idiocy.

"The thing about being human, Cas, is that things don't magically just get fixed because you want them to." Dean rebuked.

"I'm aware, but have you actually tried to fix it?"

They were fighting. Why were they fighting?

"Talking never really solved much in my line of work. You know that."

"Is this about work?" Cas questioned.

They hadn't had any difficult hunts in weeks. Cas knew it wasn't about the job. He wanted Dean to know he knew.

"It doesn't matter what it's about. That's not the point. You don't get it." Dean felt the truth pushing its way up to the surface.

"Then help me understand."

"The problem —." Dean began before he felt anger or frustration choke the words from him.

"The problem is you keep dying."

He'd expected Cas to baulk at the confession. Dean wasn't one for sharing fears or feelings. What he hadn't expected was the look of horror that settled on the angel's face.

Dean scowled and scrubbed at his cheek, quietly cursing himself when his palm pulled back wet. Over the years, he'd gotten good at crying quietly. He hated that he was able to hide it from himself. Men didn't cry. Dean didn't cry. It was a lie, not so much a superstition, but a fable. A story he told himself.

"Dean I — I didn't realise my death... affected you so much. I apologise for the oversight," Cas spoke slowly, as though deliberately choosing each word with care.

How the hell could Cas not know his death, every goddamn one, hurt Dean? Cas was family.

"Yeah, well, I pegged you for a lot of things, Cas. Stupid wasn't one of 'em. So just... Be careful. I'm going to bed," Dean mumbled, praying for a quick exit.

Cas grabbed Dean's arm as he passed, stilling him. Dean felt the restriction return to his throat. He held his breath. He wished Cas knew what he meant without having to say it out loud.

Neither man spoke. The silence stretched long and loud between them. Cas clung to Dean's arm like a dying man to a life raft. For his part, Dean was just trying to stay afloat. Slowly, almost imperceptibly so, Cas' palm slid down to hold Dean's hand. Dean let him, which was as good as a confession.

There would be no confessions. A confession implied guilt, something that Dean had in droves, but not about Cas. It wasn't a lie so much as it was a fable. If a story was told long enough it became history.

He and Cas were still in the dark, biding time between apocalypses. He wished that when they finally found themselves in brighter times, there would be no need for confessions.

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[bixlasagna]

Drabble 8: Jealous

from @deancaskiss drabble prompts

Drabble Master List

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Some guy keeps making eyes at Cas.

They’re at a diner. One of the waiters keeps flashing Cas The Look. Dean knows that look. He’s done it plenty of times. But now’s not the time. Can’t he see they’re trying to get a table? There’s no interest in him here.

He passes them again and gives Cas the most flirtatious smile on the planet.

Dean instinctively steps closer to Cas and glares.

“Dean, what’s wrong?”

“That guy is suspicious.”

“Really? He seems nice.”

“That’s what he wants you to think.”

Cas is silent, and Dean glances at him.

The silence stretches, and Dean says lamely, “I don’t like how he looks at you.”

Cas stares at Dean for a moment. One of those looks where Dean swears Cas can see his soul. Wordlessly, Cas steps closer and grabs onto Dean’s arm, just above his elbow.

The waiter stops looking at Cas.

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[the-rad-pineapple]

Another summery drabble

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It’s a barbeque. And Dean’s in a fantastic mood. He’s been cooking, and everyone has been eating his food. It’s a nice day outside. Sunshine. A few clouds. A nice breeze. He’s had a little too much to drink today. He’s on the giddy side of tipsy.

The meal is over, and Dean is packing his cooking equipment away in Baby. It’s strange to see her full of something that isn’t meant to kill.

Footsteps.

Dean looks up.

It’s Cas.

Dean grins, and he can’t stop how wide his smile stretches.

Cas smiles back. Small. Sweet. Fond. Just for Dean.

The feeling Dean always ignores swells in his chest. The way Cas looks at him sometimes...

They haven’t talked about Cas’ death. Hell, they’ve barely talked about him being back. Dean isn’t even sure if Cas feels—

He can’t word it. But. When Cas looks at him at like that. Dean has to wonder.

Cas stands beside Dean. Close. Like he always does. Dean’s still grinning at him.

Cas must feel his gaze because their eyes meet, and he asks, “What?”

Dean feels his face heat up before he replies, “I’m glad you’re here.” He stupidly reaches forward and grabs onto Cas’ arm. Just for a second.

“I am too.” And the fond look is back. And Cas is just staring. It’s somehow too much yet not enough.

“Hey,” a new voice says, and then Sam is walking up to them, handing Dean things to pack into the trunk.

Dean thinks the moment is over, but when he glances up at Cas while Sam hands him things, Cas is smiling at him.

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[trenchcoatimpala]

Dean glared at Cas. Cas who was back, alive, and standing in front of him. A lot of emotions ran through him at once and the one that managed to slip out first was anger. “Fuck you,” he spat.

He might as well have punched Cas in the face, it would have made the same pain cloud Cas’ eyes the moment the words left Dean’s mouth. “I’m not going to ask you for anything, Dean,” Cas said quietly.

“Ask me for anything?” Dean echoed. “You dropped that confession on me. You didn’t think about what I wanted. You didn’t give me a chance to-” Dean broke off, trembling. He strode towards Cas, stopping only when they were practically nose to nose. “Fuck you for thinking that you were the only one who could want us.”

Cas blinked in confusion. “What?”

“Ask me for anything,” Dean said. “I’ll give it to you.” Dean took Cas’ hands in his. “Do you still want this?” he asked, their lips were so close. 

“I do,” Cas said in wonder. 

“I love you too,” Dean said before he surged forward, capturing Cas’ mouth with his own. His lips moved down Cas’ neck and his hands gripped at every bit of Cas he could find, reassuring himself that it was real. “Ask me to stop,” Dean whispered into his skin.

“I don’t want to,” Cas answered in a voice that was already on its way to being wrecked. 

��What do you want?” 

“Everything. Anything. You.”

“I’d give you the world if I could,” Dean said.

Cas smiled at him, eyes sparkling with tears, as he cupped the side of Dean’s face with a soft, warm, palm. “You already have.”

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[annmariethrush]

Thinking about Dean sitting in bed in the bunker with his big headphones on listening to Carrie & Lowell by Sufjan Stevens and letting himself cry cause he misses Cas and wishes that Cas would just stay. Just once. Feeling like he’s done everything to try and get him to stay short of outright asking. Regretting every time he’s pushed him away when he should have asked him to stay instead.

Thinking about Cas driving his truck on a dark road in silence, trying not to think about anything when he feels a distant wash of anguish come over him. A melancholy melody starts playing through his head that he doesn’t think he’s ever heard before. It repeats over and over “all of me wants all of you.”

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