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Cas doesn’t trust any animals that Gabriel was allowed to make or add to.
His reasoning? He doesn’t need one, there is no doubt in his mind that Gabriel’s brotherly torment will follow him around earth.
Thing is no one believes him, I mean why would they? So when they take him to the zoo they don’t really consider his concerns as, well, concerns.
“I don’t think an anteater can glare at you, I’m sure it’s just hungry.”
“Cas the porcupine wasn’t aiming for you.”
“I’m sure the platypus normally purrs and follows people as they walk past the enclosure.”
“I don’t think a parrot shouting feather brain at you repeatedly means anything, people probably call it that all the time.”
This kept happening until a giraffe straight up licks Cas’ head and not even Dean can give a reasonable explanation because it is odd that all the animals that Gabriel is constantly bragging about are terrorising Cas specifically.
Safe to say that Cas refuses to go to the zoo again and Gabriel finds it absolutely hilarious because he really didn’t have anything to do with it, and it’s probably just the fact Cas is an Angel, but obviously as a trickster he’s gonna take full credit for it.
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Gabriel and Dean being dragged out of the bar after causing a right scene when trying to do karaoke.
Gabriel trips and falls because he’s giggling so hard and Sam barely has time to catch him, so he now has to give his extremely drunk and injured boyfriend a piggyback because that was the only way to keep a close eye on him. (Sure it was, Sam.)
Dean is basically just hanging off of Cas and professing his love every chance he gets, as if him and his angel haven’t been dating for over a year at this point.
Cas is positively beaming, whilst Sam is trying to grumble at Gabriel and act grumpy but it’s really hard when Gabe is literally an adorable giggling mess and covering Sam’s face and neck in soft kisses that leave Sam blushing and utterly smitten.
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Dean had seen Cas’ wings once.
They had stood out against the walls of the barn, arcing across the walls and roof and Dean had found himself breathless. There had been a lot to take in that night, but he found himself coming back to the image of Castiel, Angel of the Lord, wings and all more times than he would care to admit. There was something about the flash of lightning, the way he wings appeared for just a moment, that had struck a chord within him.
He'd only felt Cas’ wings since… or felt where they would be. He felt it in the phantom warmth that would brush his shoulders or along his back when he stood close to Cas. The first few times it had happened he’d jumped, looking around for a ghost or phantom. It was an occupational hazard. He’d quickly come to distinguish the specific warmth as a comfort though, as Cas. He found himself seeking it out now, light brushes and touches that just ghosted along his skin. It reminded him Cas was there, safe, next to Dean and exactly where he should be.
He was sure Cas had noticed the comfort he drew from his wings, Sam certainly had. Uncharacteristically, Dean didn’t find he cared that much. There was an innate sense of safety that came from them, the way they blanketed him when he woke up sweating and shaking from a nightmare. Cas would use his wings like hands, seeking to calm and comfort. Dean had a half-baked memory of lying in the back of Baby after a hunt gone wrong, bleeding on the back seat. Cas had held him then, brushing through his hair as he begged for Sam to drive faster, to do something. Dean was certain he’d seen the outline of wings then, crowded protectively around him as Cas had begged for him to hold on a little longer.
Still, he’d only seen them once.
He was positive they were there though; it was clear in the way Cas moved around the motels they found themselves in. He’d eye up doorframes that even Sam didn’t duck for, as if he was nervous, he wouldn’t fit. He gave furniture a wider berth, leaning around obstacles as if he would hit something. Dean had chalked it up to a weird personality quirk at first, maybe Cas just wasn’t used to actually having a body.
He'd quickly realised it was something more – Cas’ movements were deliberate. He would choose to stand or sit on a stool rather than go near a chair with a back. Dean would watch as he tested doorways. It was similar to cats and their whiskers; the way Cas eyes up gaps he wasn’t sure about. The pieces hadn’t clicked until Cas walked too close to a table and managed to knock everything off it without touching it. Physically at least. As the Angel stammered out his apologies and picked everything up, Dean figured it out. Cas moved like he was bigger than himself because he was.
Cas still had his wings.
After the realisation, Dean wondered how he didn’t notice sooner. Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not there – he should know. Bringing his wings into the equation, he realised Cas was much more expressive than he appeared. Dean just couldn’t see the actual reaction. He learned to look for it anyway; the hunch of Cas’ shoulders when he was scared, the way they moved back when he was surprised, as if his wings had flared out behind him. When he was excited, the edges of Cas’ coat or hair would move slightly, as if caught in a breeze. Dean took this to mean Cas flapped his wings when he was excited or happy. He seemed to do it around Dean more, almost unconsciously. The thought made Dean’s heart skip in a way he would never admit. He had formed a mental image of the wings, based on that first glance and the way cas moved and acted. Still, Dean found himself almost childishly obsessed, straining his eyes to make out even the faintest outline and watching the shadows around Cas in case they appeared as they had done that first meeting.
His wings weren’t moving now.
Instead, Cas lay flat on the floor, his limbs at odd angles and the outline of his wings burnt onto the concrete beneath him. With shaking hands, Dean brushed a finger down Cas’ face and side and along to the feathered outlines. He traced the biggest ones, his fingers ghosting over the broken and missing parts. Still Cas didn’t react, didn’t so much as twitch. His chest remained stubbornly unmoving, the blood that covered it drying.
Dean blinked furiously and stood up, taking in Cas’ wings in full. They were bigger than he had imagined, stretching far beyond where Cas lay, still. Dean swore furiously under his breath, all the time he’d spent wishing he could catch even the smallest glimpse of Cas’ wings and now, here they were, spread out in perfect detail for him to see. Dean felt sick. He didn’t want to see them like this, scorched into the broken concrete.
He didn’t want the wings if he couldn’t see Cas with them.  
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Seen a lot of posts about people unsure of commenting on fics, people if you have something nice to say please say it.
Would have given up on my fic a month ago, but instead thanks to so many nice and encouraging comments I’ve just hit over 30,000 words.
That is the longest fic I have written and it’s still going.
A friend of mine was kind enough to write an au for me as a birthday present, they admitted that they were going to give up on it but the day they went to tell me I basically told them it was one of my top fics this year. They are now still writing it.
Comments mean the absolute world to writers such as me and my friend, they are so sweet and leave me literally jumping off the fucking walls, I’m sure my friend would agree.
So please, write those comments, even if it’s just the word kudos because you have already left kudos on the fic. Even if the comment is eligible and is basically you just frothing at the mouth over how adorable the chapter is, the writer will absolutely love you for it.
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I’m just saying we were robbed (both on the screen and in some fics) of Dean and Gabriel being that one weird duo.
Like what do you mean they didn’t get a chance to drunkly sing karaoke whilst Sam cringed at his brother and boyfriend and Cas just sat there not really sure how to react?
Of course they did, and they fucking smashed it.
(Gabriel fell off the stage before the song finished and Dean absolutely lost it and laughed so hard he got a stitch, they were dragged out by their boyfriends.)
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As an asexual spn fan I feel the need to bestow upon those struggling to work out if they are part of the ace spectrum. My thought process?
Anything below the face and I’m like, hey, congrats on your meatsuit, but what the fuck am I supposed to do with that?
Hope my random epiphany helps.
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Apology here:
Just try not to think about how Arthur was probably waiting around for Merlin to join him in whatever you classify as heaven, and Merlin waiting around for Arthur to join him back on earth.
Both of them just waiting patiently, only for the other to never come.
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So I owe everyone an apology, so here it is:
Merlin was waiting, he would always wait, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It hurt, of course, it always would. That biting loneliness that would never ease up, that left him feeling as though he was being punished with a fate worse than death.
Okay so maybe it was bad.
The thing was though, Merlin didn’t mind the wait, yes it was exhausting, yes it was painful. But that pain kept him human, the pain reminded him how magical it would feel when he eventually made it back to Arthur, because of course he would, they were soulmates.
Intertwined throughout the known universe. That one piece of red string twisting and turning its way through the maze of the multiverse.
Somewhere out there, he was already back, maybe he never left to begin with.
So Merlin held out hope, because that’s all he had left.
And it was definitely more than Arthur had.
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Well shit, I should have made it 300.
Apology coming soon.
Just try not to think about how Arthur was probably waiting around for Merlin to join him in whatever you classify as heaven, and Merlin waiting around for Arthur to join him back on earth.
Both of them just waiting patiently, only for the other to never come.
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I have just found this post and I’m dying because I’ve actually written this, I love that someone else had the same thought process as me and my friend.
Currently thinking about during Changing Channels if Dr Piccolo was secretly Gabriel and he was using that as an excuse to dramatically flirt with Sam without him knowing (the calling him brilliant, the dramatic tears, the reassurance that "sometimes people die" (long shot but that could be referencing Sam having guilt over people he couldn't save so far), the staring longingly through the operating room window with tears in eyes and a mouthed "I love you", etc).
Can we just. Can we think about this for a moment. I think this is exactly something Gabriel would do
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If this gets over 200 notes I’ll give an apology, 250 you get tears as well (the good kind).
Just try not to think about how Arthur was probably waiting around for Merlin to join him in whatever you classify as heaven, and Merlin waiting around for Arthur to join him back on earth.
Both of them just waiting patiently, only for the other to never come.
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Just try not to think about how Arthur was probably waiting around for Merlin to join him in whatever you classify as heaven, and Merlin waiting around for Arthur to join him back on earth.
Both of them just waiting patiently, only for the other to never come.
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The minute Gabriel finds about nail polish he’s painting Sam’s nails. That’s just facts.
Dean could try and laugh but I think Cas would find the whole eyes and nail polish matching trend really cute so in the end Dean has his nails painted because Cas is well, Cas.
Sam didn’t really need a reason he just absentmindedly lets Gabriel paint his whilst he’s doing research, as long as Gabriel turns the page of the book for him if he can’t.
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What if both Sam and Gabriel decided to propose at the same time?
Gabriel would go to Dean, maybe ask for permission(?) but mostly ask for advice on how to do it because he’s aware that he is a bit over the top and he doesn’t want to do that and ruin his chances.
Sam would have gone to Dean, but Dean would have definitely teased him so he goes to Cas instead. The issue is (as we have seen in the past) Sam and Cas tend to go a tad overboard, and Sam would definitely want a proposal that he felt matched Gabriel’s style.
So in the end Sam has this over the top, stupid, glittery proposal that would definitely make Gabriel cry and Gabriel has this really simplistic cute proposal that would also make Sam cry but both plans can’t exist simultaneously.
Dean and Cas obviously want to see how their plans pan out and excitedly run to tell each other what they have done like the silly husbands they are and that’s when they work out how horrifically wrong it could all go and just decide to see what happens because they don’t want to ruin the surprise.
In the end, after all the plans have blown up, they both nervously ask at the same time, only for Sam to jinx Gabriel out of habit and then they just stare at each other basically start laughing/crying and neither of them actually ever say yes but they still end up married.
Years later at like two am Gabriel suddenly realises that Sam never actually said yes and freaks out all did you even want to marry me? And Sam, who is barely coherent after being shaken awake, just wants sleep and is so confused as to what's happening because how could Gabriel ever question Sam loving him when they are literally lying on top of each other in their shared bed, with the two dogs that are spoiled enough to be their kids at their feet.
(Feel free to add details of the proposals if you have ideas, I would love to read them.)
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A small bit I cut from chapter five of Visions of Gideon because it didn’t fit. I love it too much to just get rid of it so I thought those of tumblr would like it.
Season 10 ep11 No Place Like Home:
Sam wasn’t sure why he had chosen the name Gabriel, he had been getting to work on the newest badges and it just sprung into his head.
The original name was supposed to be something like Nelson but it almost seemed like the name materialised onto the paper.
Sam could blame the random sweet wrapper that had been flapping around the car park that looked exactly like the sort the archangel would eat, he could blame the smell of strawberry syrup and pancakes that was drifting from the diner he had passed to get to Kinkos, or he could simply admit that the angel had been more on his mind then he’d like.
(But he would never admit that Gabriel had’t quite yet left.)
That for some strange reason he couldn’t shake the way Gabriel had sacrificed himself, the way he squashed his cowardice to save them. The way his goodbye didn’t feel final.
Sam would never know what he meant by see you later, but that didn’t mean that after so many years he had to forget.
He didn’t think he ever could.
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Imagine Sam and Dean trying to bring Cas and Gabriel into the 21st century:
Cas gets a flip phone that Dean taught him how to use and Sam helped set it up. No issues, so why should teaching Gabriel be any more difficult?
Thing is Sam used these big unnecessary words and Gabriel’s just about ready to have a stroke, so in the end Sam had to leave it to Dean to show him because he just couldn’t deal with the purposefully stupid comments Gabriel was making just to fuck with him.
It’s all well and good until they realise their fatal error. Giving Gabriel a phone that will make an obnoxiously loud click every time it’s opened and shut.
Gabriel obviously takes great pleasure in it seeing as Sam was constantly confiscating his kazoos, maracas, triangles, whistles and harmonicas (he had a hidden box just full of them under their bed that Gabriel had yet to find) and it’s not like Sam could take away something he needed in case of emergency.
It ends up being this weird power struggle between the two that lasts a week and leaves Dean and Cas walking on eggshells. In the end Dean is so sick of his brother’s moping and Gabriel pulling petty tricks, he goes and buys a touchscreen phone for Gabriel and strategically sends the two on an out of state hunt so that they all get alone time with their respective partners.
Dean never wanted to know what happened on the hunt, all that mattered is that when they got back they were smiling like a bunch of idiots. And that he no longer had to live in fear of his morning coffee being made from salt and three day old murky dish water.
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