#wormstachewrites

[wormstacheangel]

Dean and Cas in Motel6

The sun was shining through the motel window. Its glowing rays danced across Dean’s freckled back. A sight he never thought he would be privileged enough to see.

Dean asleep—drooling on the pillow even—naked and tangled up in motel sheets. Which was not the new part. No. The new and most amazing sight was that Cas was laying almost the same way. Except for the drooling since he did not sleep. And in this moment he thanked his lucky stars he didn’t. 

He couldn’t imagine missing even a second of Dean’s peaceful breathing. 

Oh, but he wanted to touch. His hands kept reaching over wanting to rake his fingers in soft brown hair or glide his hand down soft warm skin. His body ached to just be close to his best friend but he was still so hesitant. Dropping his hand between them but continued admiring the most beautiful man. 

His lover.

Cas almost chuckled but didn’t want to shake the bed. Dean would have cringed at that.

But wasn’t that true now? After this night, shouldn’t Cas be able to call Dean his?

“Stay.” Dean had begged last night. 

Cas remembered every detail, from the way Dean’s hands gripped to the way Dean panted his name. Even calling him Castiel once at some point. But he especially remembered Dean’s words.

“Fuck. I love you so much. Stay. Stay. Stay.”

Since being reunited they haven’t talked about his dying words or “The truth” as Sam likes to put it. Cas was brought back to resume business as usual. Except no Chuck and Jack was now the all-knowing. Which meant Cas was gone all the time with his son. 

He has not had a second of alone time with Dean, but he got a phone call last night. It wasn't a drunk call that made him drop everything and leave heaven behind. No, this was Dean's prayer.

“Come get me.”

It was all a strange whirlwind after that. 

He arrived at a motel, knocking once before being pulled in. He remembers the hesitant touching but the kissing was desperate for them both. Closing the gap between them so easily before falling into bed. 

And now it’s the morning and here they both are. 

He worried what Dean would say when he awoke. If this was all one big mistake. He wanted to prepare his heart for another goodbye and, even if this is all he gets, this wonderful night with Dean, then he will cherish it forever. 

He will pretend it never happened for Dean’s sake. For their family’s sake. 

But he knew he could never forget the warmth he felt finally being with the man he loves. 

Maybe he should leave before Dean wakes up. Save them both the trouble of an awkward conversation. 

He carefully scooted out of bed. Sitting at the edge of it, watching his bare feet on the filthy old carpet, debating whether or not to savor one last look at Dean before he left. 

“Unless you’re getting up to get me some damn breakfast,” Cas's back straightened as he heard the raspy voice. “You better get back in bed, Sweetheart."

Cas turned his head to see Dean lift up the sheets just enough to let him scoot in but not let the cold creep in. He smiled his sleepy grin and motioned with his chin to come close. Cas couldn't help but let the worries melt away as he slipped into the bed. Their bodies were close, it was almost electric as they kept an eye on each other. Looking for answers neither wanted to ask the questions too.

“Beautiful.” Cas thought at the same time as Dean said the word out loud. Only a whisper but still so confidently said. 

They both smiled as the tension faded. Their hands slowly crept between them before their pinkies hooked together.

Cas looked at their hands as he confessed. “I've been wanting this with you for so long. I…I never thought it was possible.” I never want to let go.

“Sorry it took me so long to get my head out of my ass.” He joked but his small smile was so sincere as he continued. “I was missing you like crazy. And I was trying to be patient and let you settle in with your whole new role as God's Dad and all but,” Dean slides his hand up Cas’s arm and gently places it on his cheek. Looking into his eyes, Cas saw no sadness. “I'm tired of wasting my time not being with you. You can…you have me, Cas. Always did.”

His eyes watered but he wouldn’t dare look away from the pretty face. He took Dean's hand and placed a kiss on his palm. He made sure Dean was listening to him before he let out a heavy breath. “I love you.”

He heard Dean's heart race and his breath hitched before he relaxed. Closing the space between them with a kiss. Long, sweet, and wonderful kiss. 

“After we make up for so much damn time,” Dean pulled Cas almost on top of him. “Maybe we can get that breakfast we were talking about earlier.”

“I wasn't talking about breakfast.” Cas chuckled, bending down to let his lips trace warm freckled skin. “But I do love the idea.”

“Great.” Dean pulled Cas’s face away from his throat and let their eyes lock. “You know I love you too, right?”

Cas couldn't respond but he felt like the Grinch and his grace grew two sizes that moment—though he knew it wasn’t possible, he just felt so happy. His eyes finally shed those tears he was holding in while he tucked his face into Dean’s chest. Feeling big, strong, and—best of all— gentle hands rub mindless circles into his back. 

Cas knew he was important. He knew he was wanted to some degree. But finally hearing those words, from someone he truly loves, felt healing in some way. How has he lived so long without being loved?

The motel room filled with a golden light of morning sun and soft humming from the man he loves. You could see every tear in the wallpaper, mold on the ceiling, and even how the carpet had different color stains but at this moment, it was the most beautiful place in the world. 

In this moment, he was truly in heaven.

#destiel #dean #castiel #fanfic #fic #wormstachewrites #they're hopeless and awkward and desperate for love #touch starved i guess #shhh i just want them to be honest and make out

[kazbaby67]

A sentence from Dean's vows, "I never thought I would have a best friend. That I would fight along side him. That I would lose him again and again before I got the courage to admit that I was completely in love with him. And now here we are. And I can finally tell you....I love you, Cas. And I'm gonna tell you that for as long as we...I was gonna say die but even after that. I love you."

He's crying through this and Cas is wiping his tears with a dumb smile on his face.

#okay thanks im losing my mind over this #destiel wedding #destiel #deancas #wormstachewrites #dean #cas #spn

[wormstacheangel]

Day 2: Pumpkin Patch

Run. Run. Run. 

Dean's lungs hurt with every step he took. He felt as if he was going to pass out, throw up, and then his heart was going to jump out of his chest like a cartoon. All in that order.

But he couldn’t slow down. He needed to save his own ass from getting sacrificed—he really needs to stop using himself as bait—as well as the poor son of a bitch they left in here with him. Dean barely saw the dude but he knew one of them was getting nailed in the cornfield—not in the cool sexy way—and the other in the pumpkin patch. 

He wished they had given him the pumpkin patch because running for his life through a fucking cornfield during the midnight hour sure wasn’t his idea of fun. 

He had a spell ready to kill these tiny Gods but they had to be together and where ever the sacrificial guy was, the Pumpkin King was sure to follow. Unless he was eaten already then Dean was screwed. 

 He wasn’t sure if he was even running in the right direction, the cornfield felt never-ending, but then he tripped into a clearing. Rolling behind some hay and bumping heads with somebody.

“Ow!” Dean hissed. Not because of the head bump but because someone just punched him hard on the shoulder. The dude looked like he was ready to do it again, winding up his arm and wide blue eyes looking extra crazy under the moonlight.

“Stop! Stop! Stop. Hey….buddy?” Dean grabbed the dude's fist and quickly pinned it behind him. “You got kidnapped and left for dead in this field for a monster to kill you?”

The man quickly nodded, knocking Dean backward and pinning him underneath his body. Dean looked up, surprised but in awe of this beautiful man. 

“I had a bad morning.” The handsome stranger said. A voice so smooth and deep it made Dean want to sigh dreamily at him, but he needed to not be killed first. 

“Tell me about it.” Dean tried to charm his way out of this one but a loud scream of something otherworldly brought his attention back to reality. “Sorry let me introduce myself,” The man raised a brow at him but Dean felt the body weight on top of him become lighter. “I’m Dean and I know how to kill these bitches.”

“Oh?” They heard footsteps come closer and Castiel looked around before they both quickly crawled toward the cornfield. They lay low and held their breath for what felt like forever. 

Eventually, the footsteps got further and further away and they crawled their way back to where they met. Backs against the stack of hay and eyes facing forward towards the cornfield. 

“Cas.” The man whispered to Dean after they both finally caught their breath. “And I don’t know how I got here. But I want to go home. Alive. Preferably.”

“Well, Cas,” Dean held his hand out for Cas to take for a shake but Cas kept their grip. Dean could feel their pulse race between their palms and didn’t pull back either. Instead, he gave Cas’s hand a little squeeze of reassurance, meeting those wide eyes filled with terror but determination—probably a bad combination. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Cas smiled, it was small but Dean wanted to see more of it. “Thank you, Dean.”

Oh. 

Oh no. The sacrifice is cute.

#suptober23 #destiel #destiel au #meet cute #fic #wormstachewrites

[wormstacheangel]

it's still nov 5 where I am so enjoy this long ramble fix it <3

It started with finding a flower growing by Baby’s tire. He plucked it and placed it on the dashboard as he drove away. Later the flower found itself sitting on Dean’s desk. Seeing the small yellow daisy grow in the cracks of old concrete reminded him of a certain someone. It made him smile. 

So when he saw someone selling flowers on the side of the road he bought a bouquet of them. He then started to keep a 20$ bill on him at all times just in case he saw the opportunity to buy one or two. 

The grocery store owner was throwing away some chipped planters and Dean offered to take them, giving the man the 20$ bill he was saving and buying some random flower seeds. That night he stayed up late looking up how to grow a flower. 

Sam bought him a cactus—it had a little flower growing on top—and Dean added it to his growing collection on his desk. He now had some on his nightstand and over his bed too. Eileen mentioned how bright the place looked. She didn’t mention that Dean was starting to look better too. 

Some plants didn’t make it, a lot of them needed sun and not just those bright lights Dean had to buy. He didn’t find it fair that he trapped all these beautiful things underground. Suffocating them. Ruining them. Killing them. He got a shovel and bought some fresh dirt. A rooftop garden shouldn’t be that hard.

Dean added umbrellas, beach chairs, and a cooler to his oasis. He had a small speaker playing an audiobook while his fingers were covered in dirt. Pulling weeds and encouraging his sunflowers to grow. He was alone and yet he felt surrounded by their presence. In everything beautiful, there was a little sign of his best friend.

Dean always imagined Cas like a natural disaster wanting to be a simple breeze. He didn’t want to break anything. He only wanted to exist in a world where he could watch everything grow. Wanting to help wherever he could. He wanted to be good. He desperately wanted to be good. Dean planted irises. 

Onions, potatoes, and carrots are the next to grow. Jack enjoyed digging them out. He couldn’t wait to see how big his pumpkins would grow. Dean missed the beautiful colors of the flowers but his room still looked bright.

The sun was high up in the sky but Dean didn’t mind. He was singing his favorite song, had a cooling rag around his neck, and a big sun hat on his head. His rooftop garden has grown. There now was a tent shading the flowers that needed it and a little plastic kiddie pool for his feet to rest when he needed it. Right now he was content, seeing his garden so beautiful and full. In that moment he felt whole.

Sam and Dean lay on the beach chairs staring up at the stars. It reminded them of a time when it was just them. They had no home just a job to do. Just chess pieces in a game they had no choice but to play along with. Now they had a choice. Dean decided he wouldn’t soak his hands in blood anymore. Sam supported him. They’ll look for a place in the morning. Right now they’ll enjoy the sky. 

Starting over alone didn’t feel right. The new house was a big fixer-upper but it felt like a place he could grow old in. Dean bought a bouquet of flowers to place in the middle of the kitchen table. Someday it will feel like home and he’ll be happy here.

He set a small table outside. He didn’t know how much he missed constantly being able to see the sky. His routine always involved being able to watch it turn color over the lake. He sat drinking his coffee and eating his omelet. He didn’t listen to the news but instead, he filled the air with his favorite cartoons. He was starting to feel like himself.

Starting a garden was easier when he didn’t have to climb so far up. He tried growing everything he could. Filling his land with edible plants and beautiful flowers. He made a path with some old bricks. He built a garden door. He added a wooden bench. There’s a bird feeder that Eileen gifted him hanging on the tree branch and underneath was a bird bath. Jack gifted him a little garden gnome and Sam brought a rainbow doormat. Dean rolled his eyes but he placed it at his front door. 

It was snowing but it wasn’t sticking to the ground. Dean was in the kitchen cutting tomatoes for soup. He had plans to make the best-grilled cheese and watch Christmas movies. Next weekend everyone will show up to celebrate some sort of Christmas. Dean even had a tree in the corner, decorated with lights only cause his new cat knocked everything off. He didn’t mind. 

Three years passed in a blink of an eye and Dean could still feel the hot grip on his shoulder. It woke him up time and time again, and just like every other time, he got dressed to take a walk. He hated to bother his little munchkin but she was asleep on her side of the bed. Small and curled up on her little blanket. He zipped up his jacket and gave her a little kiss. A promise to come back. He walked down the side of the lake, hands deep in his pockets, the snow was gone but some patches remained here and there. He hasn’t felt so alone in a while. Maybe it was all his guests leaving that brought this on but he couldn’t help but feel someone was missing the whole time. He’s always missing.

Another new year and Dean was in his garden preparing the dirt for the new harvest. His flower garden usually took priority but there’s not much he could do about that during this cold weather. His plants inside were thriving though. He was so into the audiobook that Dean didn’t hear the footsteps. He was on his knees pulling weeds and listening to the main character decide if love was worth the career she worked so hard for. She just shouted his name when he heard his own name being called. Dean jumped, ready to throw the small weeding hoe in his hand but instead, he froze. 

“Hello, Dean.” He smiled. He had longer hair and a full beard coming in but it was him. “Um, Sam told me this is where you live now.”

Dean stood up. He felt cold, his legs shaking but he kept his stare on his visitor. 

“It’s beautiful. Your home.” 

Dean swallowed the lump as he whispered, “Thanks.” He started at him for a bit longer before taking a step forward. “Cas?”

Cas nodded, and his eyes started to water. “I’m back. I’m back, Dean.”

Dean didn’t hear anymore. He ran to him. Wrapping the angel in his arms and savoring every second of it. He felt the long brown hair between his fingers and the smell of rain still lingered on Cas’s skin. 

It was him. Dean took a deep breath. It hurt his chest and he wondered how many years was he holding that in. 

Dean took Cas’s face between his hands and felt himself fall in love all over again. How did he ever think he could live without him? Cas was everywhere in his house but it was never going to be enough. 

“Welcome home, Cas.” He breathed out in relief and Cas chuckled, his hands on Dean’s waist. 

“I’ve been waiting so long to hear that.”

Dean smiled, his eyes remembering every second of this moment. “Fuck, I missed you so much.” He leaned in and the next thing he knew they were kissing. 

Finally kissing. Finally together. 

Dean could taste both their tears as they kissed but they were unwilling to let go of each other. From this moment on they will never be apart. 

“I love you.” Dean breathes into Cas’s lips. Kissing slowly and lazily. “I loved you for so long.”

“Me too.” Cas kisses Dean’s nose. Kisses Dean’s cheeks. Kisses Dean’s eyelids and then his lips. “My heart has always been yours.”

Dean knew that from now on, together they would grow and it would be beautiful.

Time has passed and the sun was high in the sky. They both worked outside, listening to a book about dragons and magic because it was Cas's turn to pick, and they created shade for their flowers. A little green house was next on their list but building the second floor was taking a lot of their time. Still they both enjoyed the outdoors. Dean made lunch for them and they sat outside on Dean's little table for two. They talked about the future with no fear, only excitement. And they held hands across the table, laughing about something stupid and creating memories they never thought were possible. Munchkin sat at their feet enjoying the sun just as much as them. The family will come over for dinner soon so they know they'll have to head inside but right now they're in their own bubble. Content and happy. Surrounded by growing love.

#wormstachewrites #destiel #fic #dean likes to garden now

[wormstacheangel]

I think Cas should have flipped people off more especially when Dean calls and he's being annoying, cas flips off the phone and all you hear is Dean saying "Cas. Cas! Are you even listening to me?"

"yes."

Silence for a few seconds before Dean says, "Did you flip me off just now? I JUST ASKED YOU TO PICK UP LAUNDRY DETERGENT!"

"I already left the store, Dean!"

#destiel #thanks for coming to my ted talk #i would usually just send these to archie but it made me laugh #wormstachewrites

[wormstacheangel]

Day five: Portrait

“Thank you for visiting!” Dean waved from the front door of the Novak Manor where he worked as a museum guide and historian. “Come again!”

“Our haunting hour tours start this weekend for Halloween!” He heard his coworker, Charlie, cheerfully remind them as she stepped outside. 

The group all excitedly mumbled to each other about the invite and it made Dean roll his eyes. He went back inside, leaving Charlie to lock up the door. 

“I don’t know why we are advertising that crap.” Dean undid his tie and walked behind the desk to check the emails. “This place isn’t even haunted. It’s just old.”

“Yeah. Yeah. We get it you don’t believe in the spooky supernatural.” Charlie waved her fingers toward Dean before she leaned across the front desk to look at Dean. “But we both know it’s these extra ghost hunters that are keeping this place going. We need cash and they need evidence.” 

“Whatever.” Dean mumbled, before watching the last slot of the night tour fill up. “We’re fully booked.”

“Really?!” Dean turns the screen toward her and she cheers, patting herself in the back. “Good job, Charlie.” She mimics Dean’s voice. “Thanks, boss.”

Dean rolls his eyes with a smile, “Fine. Maybe it was a great idea. Good job, Charles. I’ll get you a treat tomorrow.” 

“Iced and lots of caramel please.”

“Got it.” 

Charlie went home after that, Dean could do the locking up himself. It was second nature to him after all these years. 

He started on the third floor; locking windows, emptying trash cans, and making sure everything was in its place. He was about to go downstairs, turning off the last light in the hallway, when he heard something rumbling in the attic above. 

He turned on the light quickly and cursed. He didn’t want to deal with a damn raccoon right now. Dean wanted to go home and finally eat some dinner while he rewatched Friends for the hundredth time. 

He patted his pocket for his mini flashlight and debated on calling Charlie now or animal control. He decided on neither. He should first make sure it is a raccoon and not something just falling. 

The attic is not for the public, it was used for storage by the family and it’s used for storage by the museum. Nothing special. 

Dean kept cursing as he unlocked the door that hid the narrow stairway. One he would usually send Charlie or even Garth because he was too damn tall for it to be comfortable. But he went, turning on the one light bulb that made the stairway an ugly orange color, and unlocked the door at the top. 

He patted his pockets for his phone, ready to call 911 if the damn raccoon decides to jump him, and slowly opened the door. 

It was dark but the moonlight spilled through the one stained glass window. Making the floor look almost like water. It was beautiful.

He was so dazed that he didn't notice the figure by the window. A figure that made no shadow. 

“Oh!” The voice startled Dean. He looked up to see a familiar man smile towards him. “Hello, Dean. It’s always nice to see you.” The man sighed sadly. “Or anyone.”

Dean said nothing. Just stared in shock while trying to figure out if he could run fast enough downstairs and grab his car keys.

The man looked concerned taking a small step towards Dean before his eyes widened. “Can you…Dean, are you looking at me?”

Dean responds with a stiff nod. Watching as the man smiles, giggling just a little bit, before he takes a longer stride towards Dean. 

“I can’t believe it!” The man yells in excitement and Dean has had enough. 

He turns on his heels and quickly runs down the narrow stairway. Not slowing down when he runs down to the front desk to get his care keys. On his way out the back door, he froze. 

Walking back into the main living room, he came face to face with a portrait of a familiar man. A man that was just talking to him up in the attic. 

Dean didn’t believe in ghosts. He believed that death was just eternal sleep and that’s it. No spirits or any other mambo jumbo. Just forever worm food. 

But he also believed in what he saw with his own eyes. 

He took a deep breath. “This is so fucking stupid.” And forced himself back upstairs. Back up the narrow hallway and into the attic, where the man stood by the window again. Looking out of it like a sad Victorian woman.

Lonely.

It took all the courage Dean could muster to call out, “Castiel?” 

The man turned, smiling but looking apologetic. “I haven't had someone say my name to me in years.” Castiel made a move to walk towards Dean but then stopped. “I, um, I apologize for startling you earlier. I was just so very excited.”

Dean didn’t really hear the apology he was still so shocked. The man was a spitting image of Castiel. How can that be possible? “Are you really him?”

“I am.” Castiel took a careful step towards Dean and held out his hand. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean took the hand, solid in his grip but then felt nothing but cold air a second later. As if he just went right through him. “Hiya, Cas.”

#destiel #but make it spooky #destiel au #not that spooky #suptober23 #wormstachewrites

[wormstacheangel]

Day 1: Liminal 

“Waiting for somebody?” The waitress filled Dean’s mug. “Maybe they’re stuck in the storm.”

Dean warmed his hands with the mug. “Just me tonight.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. He’s waiting for somebody who was stuck somewhere he knew nothing about and yet there Cas sat across from him. 

The waitress walked away after taking his order and Dean stuck an earpiece in so he could talk to the ghost of lovers past. He learned he gets fewer weird looks if people thought he was on the phone. 

“You’re just gonna pop in and out whenever you want?” Dean tried not to look directly at the ghost of his best friend. He wanted to call it a hallucination but he didn’t want to seem crazy, even to himself. 

Castiel the friendly ghost shrugged, reaching over as if to take the mug before folding his hands on his lap. “You probably needed me without knowing.”

Dean knew it. But he rarely wanted to let himself think about how lost he’s been feeling. Guilt ate him alive most days so he kept himself busy at all times but tonight he had nothing to do but sit with his thoughts. Waiting for the storm to pass and hoping this figment of his imagination won't leave with the rain. 

“You still haven’t told Sam about me.”

Cas’s voice sounded a little far away as if he was listening to it through a low radio, but if he stretched his hand out, his fingertips could touch his cheek. At least, that’s what it looked like but Dean can see through his fake Cas. Literally.

“You’re the result of a bad concussion and a broken heart. No need to bother Sam about that.”

Cas looked at him with sad round eyes. Pity. Maybe even hurt.

“So,” Dean took a small sip of coffee, burning the roof of his mouth in the process. “You’re gonna let me eat in peace or…?”

“I’ll keep you company.” A promise.

Dean could feel himself clinging to those words. 

Maybe being crazy wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe he had to accept this was the only way he was going to have his best friend around. Maybe, just maybe—if he squinted enough and pretended that he didn’t have stitches on his forehead— he could pretend this was normal. 

Lightning flashed and the whole room lit up bright white before darkness enveloped them.

“Dean?” The familiar voice called out while Dean’s eyes adjusted.

“I’m fine, Cas.” He tried to reassure his own delusion.

 “Dean!” This time, Cas's voice sounded like static but the panic was still loud and clear. He tried to blink towards Cas but he wasn’t sure if he was blurry or fading. “Dean!”

Dean tried to reach out but he grabbed on to nothing but air.

The lights turned back on and he was alone again.

#suptober23 #fic #destiel fic #i watched new moon #destiel #spn #cas #wormstachewrites

[wormstacheangel]

There are only four doors in this apartment. 

The front door was painted mossy green, with three different locks, and sigils drawn like an aesthetic design around the frame. There was one small table by the door. It held a bowl for keys, a stack of junk mail, and a growing plant. A coat rack was overfilled and the small shoe rack held too many Crocs. And it was all theirs. 

The closet door was by the front door. Overstuffed with what Dean called junk and Cas called memories. Old clothes they rarely wore, blankets they never used, and boxes collecting dust left unopened. A lot of it was their past and Dean only wanted to focus on the present while in their home but they can never be too prepared. Still, this was the only storage they had and he’d like to use it.

The bathroom door was just across the queen-sized bed. It was the only place in the apartment where they could get some privacy but, since living here, that door has never been locked. Cas doesn’t even close the door sometimes and Dean started only closing it when he is doing his morning business. On the inside of the door were two hooks that held their towels. A green one covered in happy faces and a blue Star Wars one. 

The last door was the sliding door that led to the small balcony. It’s right next to Cas’s side of the bed. They removed the blinds during their first week there and replaced them with blackout curtains. Any small light coming from outside bothered them at night, even if sometimes sleep never happened. The balcony was one of their favorite places—the main reason they picked to live there. It had a view of the ocean, even if it's a few streets away. It rarely rained so they always had breakfast or dinner outside. They set up a small table for two, hung Christmas lights, and had a pretty nice outdoor couch where they took turns napping on nice days.

Their apartment was small, with nowhere to hide and constantly in view of the other, and while they could have afforded a nicer place with walls, that was not what they needed right now. 

They needed a home. A place to start over and figure out who or what they are. And they decided to do that together.

#wormstachewrites #forgot to post this one #one of the many idea me and archie come up with is they get a studio apartment #destiel #deancas #fic #ficlet

[wormstacheangel]

"I'll be right back with your order."

Castiel smiled politely before looking outside the window. The rain continued to pour and the diner filled up with strangers stopping by for a comforting meal.

He watched as puddles started to form on the broken concrete street and listened to people running into the restaurant commenting on the weather. Shaking the excess rain off them as the waitress tells them to take any open table.

He found this mundane human experience so wonderful. Maybe it's just another day for them but Castiel will remember each word. He will remember the burnt coffee smell that mixed in with the rowdy laughter. He will remember the Beach Boys playing in the background and a father begging their teenagers to put the phone down to eat.

He would especially remember this day because he makes it a habit to remember every day he spends with Dean.

"Did you order yet?" Dean sunk into the seat across from him and smiled. It shined so bright that Castiel can feel his heart race at the sight. He was only away for less than five minutes but Cas missed him so much.

"Yes. I got you your favorite heart attack special with a waffle instead of pancakes."

"Oh! Good call, dude. I've been craving waffles since-"

"You saw the billboard. I know. You won't stop talking about it." Cas teased and it made Dean chuckle.

The waitress came over and filled their mugs with coffee and dropped the flavored creamer in front of them. "Extra caramel for the gentlemen. Your food will be out in a sec."

"Thanks." "Thank you."

The waitress leaves them again and Dean lets his legs tangled up with Cas'. "What did you get yourself?"

"Pancakes."

"Chocolate or blueberry?" Dean started to open creamers and mix them into Cas' coffee. Stirring in sugar right after because he knows he likes it sweet.

"Blueberry." Cas watches Dean's hands as they stir and then lifts the spoon to his mouth before he mixes his own coffee.

"Course. Remember to turn down the mojo before you eat this time."

Cas nodded once, humming an agreement, as he reached to take a sip of his coffee. The sweet sugar coated his tongue and he smiled. "Perfect once again."

"Yeah? Taste like a bowl of sugar?"

"And caramel."

"That's just burnt sugar, sweetheart." Dean took a sip of his coffee—he only adds two creamers—and let out a loud sigh."Now that's some good coffee."

"I'm sure."

Castiel felt his shoulders relax as he enjoyed the view in front of him. Watched as the waitress sets their breakfast down and Dean raised his finger to "pretty please" himself some hot sauce. He let Dean cut his pancakes before he pushed the plate back towards Cas. Loving how wide Dean's eyes got when Dean was surprised by the extra slices of bacon Castiel ordered.

But he especially loved when Dean asked, "Can my husband get a glass of OJ? Thank you."

He will never get used to that.

"I don't want orange juice." Castiel tells his husband as he takes another bite of bacon.

"It's for me but I already got coffee and chocolate milk so I don't want to push it. And stop eating all the bacon."

When breakfast is over they pay and Dean hides under Cas's coat as they run through the rain. Dean’s arms wrap around Cas’s waist and he ducks his head into Cas’s chest. Every second felt like a wonderful eternity.

"Cas! You got the keys, man!"

"Oh." Castiel took the keys from his trench coat pocket and opens the passenger side for his husband.

"Such a gentleman." Dean teases but before Castiel can roll his eyes and walk away, Dean pulls him in for a kiss. Soft and lingering as the rainwater pours over them. "Been wanting to do that all morning."

Dean winks at him before sliding into the car and closing the door behind him. It takes less than a second for Cas to restart himself and jog over to the driver's side.

"You okay, Cas?"

The rain was now a sprinkle and rainbows appeared over greased stained puddles. The world never looked so beautiful.

"Never better."

He took his husband's hand and drove them off to their next adventure.

#wormstachewrites #destiel #cute #fic #ficlet #one shot #deancas #happy au #lol

[wormstacheangel]

Dean couldn't believe what they have just done. A small Las Vegas wedding that took not time at all and now his husband--he has a husband!--was sitting on the Impala looking at Google maps while deciding where to go next.

"Excuse me," Dean walked over to one of the few groups around them, taking pictures of the views. "Do you mind taking a quick picture of me and my um, my-my husband over there? We just got hitched."

Those words were still scary to get out. The fact that he was married and that he had a husband was something he never thought he would have. Shit, he never thought he was going to have a best friend! Let alone marry them and now he's the happiest he's ever been.

"Aw congratulations!" They group looked sincerely happy for them, one taking Dean phone so they could take the picture. "No problem! I'll take a few."

Dean thanked them and walked back over to Cas who was looking at him curiously. "Making friends?"

"Sort of. Now smile for a picture." Dean leaned against the car while Cas crossed his legs, smiling back at him. "look at the camera."

"Is this what you call being a sap?" The air quotes was in the last word and Dean chuckles.

"I like to call it romantic."

#i have so much hw #destiel #wormstachewrites

[wormstacheangel]

hi this was totally inspired by @archervale birthday post [x]

happy late birthday to my best friend, babygirl, and all-time favorite character who is totally real and alive thanks

They’ve been asking him for weeks now what he wanted to do for his birthday. He always answered with, “Let me think about it.”

It wasn’t the first birthday they celebrated as retired old fucks but now they’re more comfortable owning that title. At least he is. Sam kept asking him to stop. Plus, Sam’s not retired. He’s missing out on the good life. 

Still, Dean wasn’t sure what to do for his birthday. 

There was a time in his life when he refused to acknowledge it. Every passing minute he’d be surprised he was alive, while other times, he’d wish he wasn’t. It was confusing and definitely not something an ice cream cake and balloons could fix. 

But now, oh, he fucking celebrates. 

One year they tried to go out to a nice dinner like in the movies but the big group became too loud and their stories weren’t very family-friendly. They have done bowling for Sam’s birthday, a BBQ at a park for Eileen’s, and even an escape room for Jack’s birthday but that one didn’t go well at all. Cas even got to celebrate some birthdays. Went to Disneyland one year for it and now there’s a video of Dean crying while Chewbacca hugged him.

The point is they’re making up for all the missed birthdays. And this one is a big one for him. 

“I’m 45!” Dean entered the water park with a big grin and sticky from the layers of sunscreen Cas smothered him in. “Point me to the lazy river!”

He decided on a waterpark last week when he saw a video of some dude just floating away with a coconut drink in hand. It became his new life mission to become that man. So they all booked a plane, bought a shit ton of sunscreen—it’s an indoor park but Cas insisted—, and are now marching with their flip-flops to get a good spot to put their things down. 

Everyone went their separate ways as soon as they set their things down. They’ll meet up for lunch and dinner plans were already reserved at a Mexican place across the street. 

Life couldn’t get better than this. 

“Dean? You want to get a drink before we float all day?” Cas took his hand, leading him toward the juice bar. No alcohol is served here. 

Dean let Cas lead the way. Holding his hand securely as he looked around the place. Still pretty empty—it was a Wednesday morning— and it smelled like clean chlorine mixed with some artificial tropical scent. He liked it. 

A few minutes later they were floating down the lazy river together. Drinks in one hand and his husband’s hand in the other. Dean would happily get used to this. 

“Happy birthday, Dean.” Cas kissed him during lunch, giving Dean a slice of apple pie with a candle on top. 

Jack took pictures and started singing Happy Birthday while the rest of them joined in. Dean looked around at his little family, a bunch of weirdos who just found each other even though the story told them otherwise, and blew out his candle. 

“What did you wish for?” His husband asked while everyone else dug into the sandwiches. 

Dean smiled at him. Watching as Cas’s loving expression mirrored his. “Nothing else I need, sweetheart. I already have you.”

This made his husband roll his eyes but it got him a kiss too. A win is a win.

#wormstachewrites #desiel #fic #ficlet #drabble #someone teach me the difference #this was just a short little something

[wormstacheangel]

Dean was new to the neighborhood. Actually, Dean was new to a lot of things that were happening at the moment.

“Oh,” Dean looked away from the captivating baby blues and into the direction of the barista who was closing the shop around them. “Guess they’re closing.”

“Guess so.”

He was finally getting his life together, becoming a civilian, and using his free will—and his magical Charlie card— to retire in style. He’s only been here for three months, fixing an old house to be home for a kid that wasn’t his but he proudly tells everyone otherwise. It’s supposed to be a fresh start for them both. No witches, ghosts, or ghouls. Just whatever normal is supposed to be. 

But then he walked into this cafe and there he was.

Sitting there, reading a book as if it was a normal Tuesday night. Welcoming him with a smile while the whole place felt how a home was supposed to feel. Peaceful. Warm. Accepted. Loved.

Dean looks back at Cas, his fingers still holding tight to the other man’s hand. “Are you…do you want-?”

“Let’s go home, Dean.”

Cas has been gone for months—486 days—and he never gave up on him but all these failed attempts were taking a toll on them. So they agreed, while he searched for ways to get Cas back, he’ll use his free time to build a sense of normality for them. That meant school and work. Driving lessons and late-night study sessions. Making friends and having movie nights with pizza delivery. 

It meant giving Jack a chance at a life that was never an option for them. To act like a teenager they wanted while they also learned to control their powers because that’s their normal. It’s a mix of busy mornings where Jack needs to fly to school instead of Dean dropping them off but then Dean needs to drop off the forgotten lunch Jack left behind. 

And everything was fine and dandy but the hole in their life was still there. 

That is until now. 

The missing puzzle piece for their apple pie life was holding his hand as they walked home. Cas talked about how Eileen was the first person he saw when he made his way back to the bunker. He was so happy to see her and went for the hug but she splashed him with holy water. 

Cas chuckled and Dean melted at the sound, laughing alongside him. 

“You’ve barely said a word,” Cas whispered, Dean, can see his breath from the cold. “I’m sorry for surprising you. It was Sam’s idea and I went along with it because I…well I just wanted…I um, I wanted to see you.”

Dean sucked in the cold air that burned his chest, he couldn't imagine what his face was doing but he tightened his hold on the familiar hand. 

“I’m just,” Dean stopped by his truck and looked for his keys while he thought of the words. But opening up about how fucking happy he was to have Cas back is too much to deal with in public. It took everything in him to stay together when he first walked in there but now they were alone. Nothing but a street light over their heads to keep them company. “On cloud nine over here.”

Dean held the key out to open the door but his hands were too shaky. He felt himself losing control of himself. The wall he built crumbled after all this time and while he expected anger to come out, it was tears. It was pure relief mixed with the grief he never faced. 

He cried for the one he lost and now has back. 

“Dean.” He felt strong arms wrap around him, holding him together and warm. Crying alongside him. 

Dean had to deal with a lot of new things at the start of this chapter of his life and he wanted this for as long as he could have it. This routine and calm to be his always but he never let himself imagine enjoying this life with the one he wanted more than anything. 

“Stay.” Dean hid his face into Cas’s shoulder, gripping him by the jacket and never wanting to let him go. “Just fucking stay with us, man.” He took a shaky breath and bumped their foreheads together, his hands reaching to hold Cas’s face in place. “Stay with me, Cas. Stay with me.”

“That’s all I ever wanted, Dean.” Cas held Dean’s coat, pulling him in close as he blinked away tears. “I love you.”

Dean’s heart skipped a beat before he became putty in this man’s hands. Tipping his head back just enough to press a soft sad excuse for a kiss on his lips. It was hesitant and scary at first but then the second kiss Cas leaned into it. 

-

When they finally arrived home, Sam was there with Jack and cold pizza. 

“Castiel! I cleaned my room!” Jack bounced off the couch and started tugging at Cas’s arm. “You can see it now.”

“Guessing you came here first?” Dean asked Sam while Cas was whisked away by his kid.

“Yeah, Jack said you were probably getting your coffee fix and I didn’t want to lose this chance to surprise you.” Sam smiled up at him from the couch. “Surprise, old man.”

Dean hit him in the head with a pillow before sitting right beside him on the couch. “Thanks, Sammy.”

“I just drove him here but it was all him.” Sam’s hand patted Dean’s shoulder. “You guys gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. Think we’re gonna be okay.” 

“What about you? You okay?”

Dean turned to look at Cas who poked his head out of the kitchen. “Jack is asking if it’s too late for sundaes but I’m not sure about the rules now.”

Sam stood up to walk over, “Jack, you just ate half a box of pizza!”

“But I’m happy! When I’m happy, I eat.” 

Dean follows the bickering, enjoying the familiar voices together again. He watched Sam give up and start making them all sundaes while Cas sat and listened to Jack give him the short version of everything he had missed.

In the middle of that, Cas smiled up at Dean. Looking at him with no sadness in his eyes because for the first time in their lives, they were going to be more than just okay. They’re all going to be happy.

#destiel #dadstiel #fic #wormstachewrites #idk if i posted this before #but fluffy fluff fluff soft old men in love

[wormstacheangel]

 Day 3: Inspired

Dean stood on top of the hill, enjoying the view of blooming flowers and the morning mist cooling down his skin. He sat on a rock, pulling his backpack in front of him and taking out the small breakfast picnic he packed for himself. It was simple; some coffee, a breakfast burrito, and a leftover slice of pie. And it was starting to become a sort of routine. 

He loved seeing the fog cover up the hiking trail and coming early enough to see the whole blanket of night being lifted off. Light shone across the dew-covered plants and yet there were still a few more minutes before the sun rose between the hills. Basking the whole place in a golden light. 

“Ain’t it a beaut,” Dean whispered, his hot breath could be seen in the cold morning. He raised the thermos cup up to his lips, blowing it just a little before taking a small sip.

He let out a loud sigh of satisfaction, the pumpkin spice creamer was totally worth it and enjoyed his breakfast in the serenity of the mountain. 

He never thought he would be the sort of person who would voluntarily hike up a mountain for fun. Let alone find it relaxing. But here he was, basking in the fresh air and waiting for that magic hour. 

Dean can see the sun starting to poke out between some trees. The golden rays started to stretch out to reach for him. 

He closed his eyes, tilting his head up to the sky, and smiled. As soon as he felt the warm rays touch his skin he whispered, “Morning, Sunshine.”

He basked in the morning rays, letting tears fall but never letting his smile drop. One day Dean decided he lost too much and he lost it all so quickly that he couldn’t even enjoy any of it. So here he was. Trying not to lose himself in this new world with no superpowers. 

And remembering Cas—Dean opened his eyes to see the view in front of him had changed—was not painful anymore. 

The fog lifted and the golden meadow swayed gently against the morning breeze. 

“I sure do miss you, bud.” Dean whispered out into the clearing. Letting out a deep sigh. “Soon.” He promised. “Soon.”

#suptober23 #fic #wormstachewrites #destiel

[wormstacheangel]

Light slowly twinkled away from the living room as the fire dyed out. Leaving Dean to start feeling the uncomfortable cold. The winter air always stung a little more when he was alone in the dark. The warmth of the fire was long gone and intrusive thoughts kept him company as he walked through the empty house. 

Another day of opening old books and shutting them close with no answers found is coming to an end. He didn’t feel any closer to solving their problem but he still carried the hope of seeing him again. 

“He’s gone.” He locked the doors.  “He wouldn’t want you anymore.” He checked the windows.  “He’s never coming back.” He checked the traps.  “He won’t love you.” He prepared the coffee machine for the morning. “You’re useless.” He turned off the kitchen light. “You’re nothing compared to him.” He dragged his feet. “You’re nothing.”

Nothing. 

Nothing.

Cold. The world always felt cold when Cas was gone but it felt internal nowadays. 

He longed for the warmth of arms that only held him to say goodbye. It felt as if that was all they said to each other. Dean wished he would have been brave enough to say, “I’ll miss you.”

It was barely a whisper in the old house but he froze.

Dean stopped in front of the window that overlooked the water. The moon was bright tonight, reflecting over the water while it also lit up the back of his house. It will be home soon. 

He imagined how warm the house will be once it became a home. He can stand here and enjoy the view while Cas holds him. No fear. Just trust. 

Just love. 

“I love you.” He proudly says to the moon. Looking up at it with a strong longing to hear those words said back to him. But his house only echoed his footsteps and the crashing waves so, with a sigh, he keeps on walking to bed. 

Tonight it’s cold. The heater doesn’t work and the empty space in bed isn’t helping but tomorrow is another day for the sun to warm his house.

#sort of read this one but im doing something else right now #so i wrote it real quick and now yall can have it #enjoy the angst #destiel #fic #wormstachewrites

[wormstacheangel]

I think the reunion should be Cas walking out of the portal that Dean opened and he is shocked and confused but smiles so little when he sees Dean practically glowing at him. The portal closes and Dean walks slowly towards Cas, his hand stretched forward to cradle Cas' face, and he laughs as soon as their skin touches.

"You're back." Dean is filled with relief as he cries and laughs.

Cas is also crying and he wants to reach to touch Dean but he doesn't, his hands opening and closing in hesitation.

But then Dean's eyes roll to the back of his head and he starts falling. Finally collapsing from exhaustion and relief.

Cas is freaking out but catches him. He carries Dean's body bridal style while he lets his failing grace heal just enough of Dean so he'll wake up feeling refreshed.

Outside by the car is Sam and he looks surprised but Cas is quick to reassure him. He rides in the back with Dean snuggled besides him while Sam drives.

"Everyone is waiting for you at home." And before Cas can ask, "Jack's there too."

Cas nods, relaxing against the seat and not realizing his fingers have been brushing Dean's dirty hair the whole time.

Dean only wakes up once when Sam stops for Gas. He mumbled something about taking a leak and then five minutes later he was back in the car, curling himself right back against Cas. Sam takes a picture.

#fic #or #ficlet #that is the question lol #destiel #wormstachewrites #did i just want dean cuddling cas? yes.

[wormstacheangel]

Suptober Day Two: Pillow Talk (accidentally wrote a story for @archervale awesome art. go look at it!)

In the early morning hours, before the sun even rose, time freezes. 

The only light came from his cell phone, shining over both their sleepy faces. They were laying in bed, Dean’s feet aching from the long hike they had, thinking it was a wendigo they were hunting, reading the police reports about the missing hikers. Debating if maybe this isn't their type of thing after all.

Cas had his own bed, he needed maybe a few hours to recover since he still had low mojo and all, but was almost drooling into Dean’s hotel pillow. 

“Let’s just get some sleep and talk about this in the morning.” Dean pushed away Cas’s hand to get the light out of his eyes. He laid on his side, facing the sleepy angel. “Discuss this over a side of hashbrowns and bacon.”

Cas groaned, looking like he was going to sit up or even move to his bed but instead he rolled to his side to look back at Dean. Eyes filled with sleep and mouth wide open while he yawned. “Sounds good to me.”

The air was still as they looked at each other. Neither wanting to mention how close they currently are, practically nose to nose, or wanting to move from that exact position. 

It didn’t feel uncomfortable and, in that moment of time, it didn’t feel scary. 

Cas smiled. It was warm. It made Dean’s toes curl and his stomach made a nervous flip but it was comforting. Wanting so fucking badly to see that smile each night before he closed his eyes. To scoot just a little closer to curl himself around the man beside him.

“Don’t worry, Dean.” Cas’s whisper was low, groggy. “We’ll figure this out.”

Dean watched as his best friend closed his eyes. His body relaxed with one last sigh until finally he was fast asleep. Drooling again as if he had no care in the world anymore. 

Dean wished that was true.

“Yeah,” He whispered back. In the dark, Dean moved closer to his favorite person. There was no fear as he stretched his neck forward, leaving a lingering kiss on the angel’s lips. “We always do.”

A strong arm wrapped around his waist, holding him close as time started to move again.

#suptober22 #fic #destiel #destiel fic #ficlet #drabble #wormstachewrites