#destiel trash

[thewinshitters]

Yes, I still hope to see some sort destiel something in the prequel. Do I expect it? No. Do I want it anyway? Yes.

#destiel trash #the winchesters #spnwin #the winchesters prequel

[redheadshenanigans]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16357070

#destiel #destiel fandom #destiel fic #supernatural #destiel trash

[chaoticfandomgirly]

I am aware that Supernatural has many faults and it can be really trash in some parts.

BUT....NO ONE. AND I MEAN NO ONE WHO HASN'T WATCHED THE SHOW IS ALLOWED TO TRASH TALK IT.

Only those who have watched it and understood the complexities and family dynamics and the the deeper meaning of the show is allowed to trash talk about the parts that were genuinely bad. Everyone else can go and deal with Crowley.

*mic drop*

#supernatural #dean winchester #crowley #supernatural sam winchester #trash talks #spn #castiel #destiel #misha collins

[onedumbasscow]

just watched the full destiel love confession for the first time and uhh what the fuck

#spn #supernatural #no wonder the hellers were pissed im pissed what the actual fuck just happened what is their problem 😭 #throwing this entire show in the trash i dont know if i can even finish it anymore im literally shaking im so upset oh my god #destiel

[winchestress]

deancas in their natural habitat

#my trash sons <3 #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #spn rewatch #destiel #14x09 #the spear

[lizstiel]

Dean’s sitting at the kitchen table eating meatloaf when it all sort of hits – and he’s desperate to remember it exactly how it happened.

With his fork raised halfway to his mouth, a dollop of meat and sauce perched precariously on the tines, his eyes wandered over to where Cas stood by the sink in a pair of ratty pajama bottoms and one of Dean’s old t-shirts. (One of Dean’s old t-shirts, because once Cas gets his shoulders into them they never really sit the same way.)

He’s got soap up to his elbows, scrubbing methodically at the dishes Dean just dirtied, his brow a taught, concentrated line. He’s bringing the same kind of meticulous focus to the dishes that he used to bring to leading the armies of Heaven; that singular kind of attention, both unnerving and admirable. (Dean had once tried to explain that he didn’t need to wash them quite so vigorously, to which Cas had deadpanned, “Do you know how many food particles remain on the dishes you wash, Dean?” It quickly became his job, after that.)

It’s early July. About 6:30pm. The window over the sink is cracked, and the front door is wide open, letting the sound of cicadas and crickets drift in with the summer breeze. The sun’s starting to set behind the field, casting the world in that particular orange glow that has always made something in Dean ache. In the other room, the record player Sam got them for Christmas plays a beat up Janis Joplin record he’d found at a secondhand store in town. The opening chords of Me and Bobby McGee have just started, and the cicadas are humming, and the crickets are singing, and the sun is setting, and Cas is standing in old pajamas washing dishes Dean just used to make them dinner and –

Cas tilts his head.

This isn’t revolutionary. He does it a lot. A very ingrained behavior, some might say. But he isn’t confused, he’s reacting. To the song. He doesn’t react to music the way Dean wants him to, never has, but in his own way, it’s almost like he’s leaning closer to hear it. An infinitesimal thing. The smallest gesture. The corner of his mouth twitches, and Dean has never loved him more than he does at this moment: backlit by a summer sunset in their house in the middle of nowhere, hand washing dishes and listening to Janis Joplin.

Cas turns when the sound of Dean’s fork clattering on the plate sounds, but Dean just scoops him into his arms, chases any worries away with a kiss, and then another, and then one more for good measure. Cas laughs against his mouth, desperately trying to keep his soapy arms away from Dean’s dry clothes. “Dean,” he chides, squirming and chuckling, trying to extract himself from Dean’s grip. “I’m not finished.”

“I’ll get ‘em tomorrow,” Dean promises, peppering sweet little kisses down the line of Cas' throat. He hasn’t shaved in a couple of days. It tickles all the way down. “Love you so much,” he says, because he wants to. Because he’s so full with it he’s overflowing. Because if he doesn’t tell him right now, in this moment, and every moment after this one, he might die. He needs him to know. It’s vital that he knows.

Cas’ laughter warms, and he slides one soapy hand to the back of Dean’s neck, eyebrows raised in challenge when he shudders at the sensation. When Dean doesn’t immediately shoo him away, he slides the other soapy hand up Dean’s arm. “Dean?” He’s not worried, the timber of his voice is honey-smooth and light, but he’s confused. Not that Dean doesn’t tell him often, and loudly, how much he loves him, but to be fair this did kind of come from nowhere, so he understands. It’s just much too much. It’s not enough and it’s everything. It’s everything in the world Dean has ever wanted.

Janis Joplin is singing freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, and Dean’s arms are loose around Cas’ waist, and he loves him, god he loves him so much, so he kisses him on one corner of the mouth, and then the other. Janis says, nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ hon’ if it ain’t free, no, no – and he rocks their bodies together, slow, to the beat of the music. Cas’ arms come to wind around his neck automatically, and his smile starts to sprawl into something reserved for only the really good moments. Wide and gummy and for Dean – and feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues. He presses his forehead to Cas’ and they just sort of sway there like that, smiling at each other like this might be the last chance they ever get.

Cas says – “I love you, Dean,” just as Janis is singing, you know feelin’ good was good enough for me – and it occurs to Dean that he’s dancing in the kitchen with the love of his life. He thinks back to the longest, loneliest nights he spent staring up at the night sky, believing wholly he’d die bloody and alone on the backend of some random hunt, and how the smallest (but loudest) part of him had wished for exactly this. For someone to hold him and see him and dance in the kitchen with him, barefoot and covered in soap.

He kisses the tip of Cas’ nose, the lines under his eyes. Doesn’t realize he’s crying until Cas is wiping tears away with the pads of his thumbs and soothing hands through his hair. He’s crying, too. Laughing and crying and telling Dean he loves him, he loves him so much, he’s loved him from the first moment he saw him.

It settles in Dean then – really settles deep, and true, and good – that he was meant for this. He wasn’t born to be a weapon. Wasn’t born to be a son, or a father, or a brother. Wasn’t born to save the world or to end it – was just meant to dance. His arms were meant to hold. To sway them both around the cheap linoleum floor, to sling low around Cas’ waist and spin them both ‘til they were dizzy with it.

They laugh and kiss and Janis is saying – good enough for me and Bobby McGee – and Dean is thinking – Yeah. Yeah, it really is.

#i'm sorry god. #mine #my fic #this literally. listen. #this came to me like a premonition #i was playing stardew valley and then it was like #if I don't write this incredibly self indulgent sappy shit I will EXPLODE #trying to get better about listening to that voice instead of ignoring it #bc i'm not like. great at writing but it makes me feel good. or it used to #and i wanna get back to that #anyway. #love how every few months dean and cas come into my life like ;)))) hey. #remember when everything you made was about us #and i'm like. god you're so right #destiel #deancas #spn #gonna try not to re-read this a thousand times until I hate it too so if it's like #trash that's why lmao #why am i so afraid anyway #ANYWAY

[lab-trash]

I am 2016 words into my Psych x Supernatural attempt and they haven't even met yet.

I'm willing to bet it'll be at least another thousand words before they do, but that number is probably closer to 2.5k.

#psych #supernatural #juliet o'hara #carlton lassiter #shawn spencer #burton guster #bruton gaster #sam winchester #dean winchester #pysch x supernatural #destiel #sabriel #trash talks

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 28;

Animal

#spnfanart #suptober22 #destiel #destiel fanart #spn art #wiggleart #I always love super grumpy pissed off looking cats #I wish I had one #but I’m allergic lol #but I always loved the TWAS I WHO SET THE HOUSE ABLAZE cat lmao #stinky bread trash kitty!

[magnificent-winged-beast]

Dean is cranky because Cas insisted in taking their picture exactly the moment they arrived at the beach.

#destiel #Cockles #you choose #misha collins #jensen ackles #Castiel #dean winchester #They are there #On a beach having a good time #Deancas finally have their honeymoon vacation #Jenmish having a weekend escapade before the holidays season #Killing me softly with this ship #my happy trash can #It had to be done #The original gave me the ughh... There... I fix it

[mattzerella-sticks]

thanks for the brainworms, Mr. Ackles...

#destiel #deancas #radio company #jensen ackles #cockles #did seeing 1 track title off that reels today inspire me to write this? absolutely #i don't normally write poetry so hopefully this isn't too trash lol #happy valentine's day i guess???

[crowned-clown-rising]

Honestly I think we as a fandom are... pretty entitled.

And I'm including myself in this, really it's a group dynamic thing, but yeah it's always been "They should have done this" or "It's so wrong that they did this..." instead of the normal, commonly used by a fan "I wish..."

Like we have opinions, cool. Most of the complaints have a point don't get me wrong, but I've never seen a fandom more entitled to the creators work. I mean we don't move in fanon, we straight up try to change and debate canon like it's ours. This probably comes from the game being a small business compared to other media with more traction.

(And yes, I could talk about reasons beemov is greatly responsible for that and how they could have avoided such drop, but then again... case in point)

Like, we are allowed not to like stuff. We really are. And to express it. But there's this attitude hovering over us in which we talk about the characters and the story like it's ours. Like our take on the story counts as anything other than a player's opinion. No one there really owes nothing outside of common courtesy and legal handling of the purchase systems. I mean what they give is what we get and that's it. We can ask for stuff, sure. And they might just comply if they can and want to, but they don't have to. Yes, we are the ones playing the game and our feedback is important but... we are not their boss? but it feels like that sometimes?

And I say this as someone who is literally overwriting the story to my likings as a fanfic, and even then I'm still taking almost everything from the canon so far. The main plot, entire dialogues... If that's not entitled idk what is.

So yeah, there's that. I don't mean to prosecute or defend anyone, I just wanted to point that out.

#I mean this because I am in a bunch of fandoms #including Supernatural #which is like #the most cursed of them all #and we have even one of the main actors doinf a fix it fic show after it was over #because the end was shit for the most part #and everyone makes fun of the cw #like really we bully them and mostly they deserve it lol #we collectively take canon and say you're trash my destiel fanfiction is better and we go with it #while also being not normal about canon but yeah #yet the thing is to acknowledge that what we can do is oinly interpretative or transformative #but never get to alterate what's already out there u know #eldarya #eldarya ane #eldarya a new era episode 19 #eldarya ane ep 19 #eldarya a new era #pls don't hate me for this

[trashcreatyre]

I love explaining tumblr lore to my brother

#just explained the destiel confession meme and how that’s genuinely how I found out the queen died #trash rambles

[homoangel]

funniest fucking part of having my post get a lot of notes lmaooo

#its so funny to me #also i dont know if it was supposed to be upsetting but its so funny if it was #like i would get upset that someone called destiel a trash ship #its just so hilarious to me #im 24! we are in the year 2023! im posting about supernatural! #maybe it was trash ship [affectionate] in that case i agree #actually in any case ill agree destiel trash ship for president #angelrot #i truly love this comment <3 #trash ship

[noots-trash]

going to bed now when the winchesters finale airs at midnight in my country,, if a certain thing goes canon I am expecting the spirit to wake me

#the winchesters #destiel #noots trash

[hanniboobs]

freaking out over a show i don't even watch because it might reveal a character from a show i haven't finished reciprocate something i haven't gotten to yet.

#the winchesters #destiel #i could not care less about the actual plot of that trash tv #i just want to know if the gay angels love will be reciprocated through the power of time travel #spn

[helianthus21]

Afgj

#the next time i see an spn fan comparing good omens to spn #just to trash gomens it's on sight #no destiel is not 'better' they didn't even have the guts to spell it out #i say this as a destiel fan #delete