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Sometimes people like to write things about florist’s shops. Here are two things you need to know, the most egregiously wrong things.

1. It makes no fucking sense to sketch out a bouquet before you make it. Every individual flower is different in a way that cannot really be adjusted the way other building materials can be adjusted, and each individual bouquet is unique. Just put the fucking flowers together.

2. No one — in months and months of working at the flower shop — has ever cared what the flower/color of the flower means. No one’s ever asked. It’s just not something people tend to care about outside of fiction and it’s certainly not something most florists know. You know what florists know? What looks good and is thematically appropriate.

Here’s an actual list of the symbology of flowers, as professionals use it:

Yellow – for friends, hospitals Pink – girls, girlfriends, babies, bridesmaids Red – love Purple – queens White – marriage and death (DO NOT SEND TO HOSPITALS) Pink and purple – ur mum Red, orange, and yellow – ur mum if she’s stylish Red, yellow, blue – dudes and small children Blue and white – rare, probably a wedding Red and white – love for fancy bitches

Here are what the flowers actually mean to a florist:

The Fill It Out flowers:

Carnations – fuck u these are meaningless filler-flowers, not even your administrative assistant likes them, show some creativity Alstroemeria – by and large very similar to carnations but I like them better Tea roses – cute and lil and come several to a stalk, a classy filler flower Moluccella laevis – filler flower but CHOICE Delphinium – not as interesting as moluccella but purple so okay I guess Blue thistle – FUCK YEAH, some fucking textural variety at last! you’re getting this for a dude, aren’t you? Chrysanthemums – barely better than carnations but better is still better Gladiolus – ooh, risky business, someone understands the use of the Y-axis, very good

Focal points:

Long-stem roses – yeah whatever Lilies – LBD, looks good with everything, get used as often as possible Hydrangeas – thirsty fuckers, divas of the flower world and rightly so, treat them right and they make you look good Gerbera daisies – the rose’s hippie cousin, hotter but no one admits it Peonies – CHA-CHING, everybody’s absolute favorite but you need guap Orchids – if this isn’t for a wedding you’re probably trying too hard but they’re expensive so keep ordering them

You know what matters? THE CUSTOMER’S BUDGET. THAT’S TELLING.

-$20 – if you’re not under 12, fuck off, get your sugar something else $30 – good for bouquets but an arrangement will be lame $40 – getting there, there’s something that can be done with that. you can get some gerbs or roses with that and not have them look stupidly solo. $50 to $70 – tolerable $80 – FINALLY. It sounds elitist but this really is the basic amount of money you should expect to spend on an arrangement that matters. That’s your Mother’s Day arrangement. You’re probably not going to spend $80 on a bouquet. $90 to $130 – THE GOOD SHIT, you’re likely to get some orchids $130+ – Weddings and death. This amount of money gets you a memorial arrangement or a handmade bridal bouquet. Don’t spend this on a Mother’s Day or a Babe I Love You arrangement, buy whosits a massage or something.

Miscellaneous:

Everything needs greening and if you don’t think that you’re an idiot.

As a new employee, when you start making arrangements, you can’t see the mistakes you’re making because you’re brand new and you’re learning an art form from the ground up.

With a few exceptions customers don’t have a clear plan in mind. They want you to develop the bouquet for them. They want something that will delight their little sweetbread but you’re lucky if they know that person’s favorite color, let alone flower.

Flower shops don’t typically have every kind of flower in every kind of color. Customers generally aren’t assed about that. Most people don’t care about the precise shade of the rose or having daffodils in July, because they’re not boning up on flower language before they buy. That would imply that they’ve got a clear bouquet in mind and, again, they don’t.

Being a florist is essentially a lot like what I imagine being a mortician is about. You’re basically keeping dead things looking good for as long as possible. You keep the product in the fridge so it doesn’t rot and look horrible by the time the family gets a whack at it, and in the meanwhile you put it in a nice container.

Anyway that’s flowers.

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It's got to the point where if the producers start using gag reel footage for the “Then" section, nobody would actually notice because of how messed up the show is.

#spn #supernatural #Dean #Sam #Castiel #Cas #winchester #gag reel #then #now #the road so far

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Supernatural 12x12

1. MARK PELLEGRINO IS BACK!!!!!!!

2. CASTIEL’S “I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU ALL”

3. CROWLEY’S ASCENSION (or descension) TO KING

BLESS YOU DAVY PEREZ

#spn #supernatural #castiel #dean #sam #mary #winchester #crowley #lucifer #luci #mark pellegrino

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Supernatural returns...

…to season 12 episode 9, where Castiel is yet again friend-zoned

#destiel #spn #supernatural #s12 #e09 #hug #friend zone #cas #castiel #dean #12x9

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Okay.

Usually I’m the type to quietly block or scroll past posts or blogs that tick me off, and to wait for shit storms to pass, but going through the Destiel tag for the past two days has been nothing but the same accusation every other post: people loudly yelling into the void about Dean/Cas shippers supposedly harassing/hating on Jensen Ackles.

I (to no avail) hoped that this entire argument would’ve blown over by now, but days after the event ended it’s still everywhere I look in the pro tags, even though it’s merely that at this point; shouting into the void.

And I get it, some say that Jensen was rude and what he said was uncalled for. Others say that the question that the girl asked was badly formulated and rude so she had it coming.

But no matter what side you’re on (I honestly don’t care), what saddens me the most is that in this fandom it seems to be some sort of trend to start witch hunts and jump on the opportunity to shame or pick on other fellow fans whenever something like this happens. And to lecture random fans in tags or places where they go simply to look up fanfiction or fanart, even though like 95% of these fans are probably innocent of whatever it is that you’re accusing them of.

You want to actually do something; do it, but make sure it’s not a waste of energy and that your energy is also directed where it should be directed.

Go to twitter, the search will easily help you find all tweets with Jensen’s UN tagged in it. If you see rudeness or harassment, address it. Simply report or flag the account (only takes one second, and Twitter does look into it), or (politely) call the person out if you feel like it. Same goes for FaceBook; report harassing comments towards your favorite actor, or politely call people out who are actually committing the crime, explain to them why they’re in the wrong, according to you.

If you visit cons or other events and come across disturbing behavior directly towards actors and it worries you; again, report it. This is how you can help, by addressing and reporting actual harassers.

However randomly shouting on tumblr is probably the most pointless thing ever, because even the people who rant about Jensen on their own blogs aren’t doing much harm; I doubt Jensen follows or checks the blog destiel5everomg on a daily basis. Or ever, for that matter. And if you must rant about this to vent, sure, do it, but this is what anti tags are for.

Yet it sickens me how this fandom pulls this shit every freaking time. Instead of educating others or kindly calling them out when necessary, everyone’s always eager to generalize/demonize fellow fans, often young women and/or LGBT+ fans who aren’t acting out of malicious intent but who are desperately seeking for representation and fictional characters to look up to, even if it’s only by discussing their interpretations.

Instead of yelling at each other, let’s listen to each other. Instead of jumping on the opportunity to spread hate and anger, let’s spread compassion and try to understand each other. Because that is the only legit way to honor this ‘SPN family’ that so many speak so highly of.

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Ok, so I just realised something...

In the fandoms, everyone together is so much more than just a community. (yeah, big shocker, I know)

Like, sure, we all support each other and everything, but I think it goes deeper than that.

For example, at the season finales, everyone is at bay ready to handle the impact. The fluff writers are ready to turn an angsty season ending into happy sweet fluff, the gif makers (for lack of better word) are already creating hilarious gif sets to make everyone smile, the conspiracy theorists of the fandom are creating mind-blowing theories that, confuse everyone, yes, but also help people deal with major plot points that have screwed with their heads, and there are so many other people who play roles in making sure that the fandoms, and tumblr, don’t crash… again.

This is just one example that proves that the fandom will band together when there is a crisis.

And can I also give a mention to anyone who allows people to just talk to them.

This may seem like a small act, but for someone who has had the shittiest day at school/work/wherever and comes home to either no one or people who they aren’t comfortable talking to, this shows that a) someone cares, and b) even if they don’t talk, there is always someone who will listen.

There are sooooo many more aspects that fandoms support each other in and that would take a very long time to list all of them, but for now I just want to say thank you, everyone, for always having my back and I think the fact that watching a TV show/movie or reading a book has become a type of support network is the best thing that technology has achieved.

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The Aria

Summary: Super smart Castiel is annoyed when he is told he must learn to play an instrument before the end of high school, however, when he meets who will be teaching him, he decides that maybe it won't be so bad.

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Being a musician myself, I'd like to say that, yes, Cas' progression in this fic is incredibly fast and highly unrealistic, however please ignore this for the sake of the story, enjoy!

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Castiel Novak was an incredibly smart student.

Even though he was only in his junior of high school, Castiel could easily outperform the best of the senior year in any academic subject; whether it be Mathematics, Science, English- you name it he could over achieve in it... that was until one day, when his school careers adviser pull them out of his favourite class - advanced calculus.

"Excuse me, Ms Mills," Mr Singer said in a booming voice that made all the students, well all four of them, turn around in their chairs, "could I please speak to Mr Novak?"

Ms Mills nodded and Castiel picked up his books with a sigh of annoyance, the rest of his classmates sniggered at the angel of the class getting called out by the teacher.

"If you would please come to my office, Mr Novak, we need to discuss your future," and Singer announced to a quite frankly scared-out-of-his-mind Castiel.

The pair walked silently to the teacher's office and Castiel made a mental list as to what Mr Singer could possibly want to speak about.

My grades are good, I never get in trouble and I am on route to college, he knows that, so what could he want to talk to me about?

Castiel entered Mr Singer's office and, as it was the first time he had ever been in this part of the school, he took a moment to examine his surroundings once he had sat down on a hard-plastic chair. The walls enclosing the room were an ugly mustard colour with a navy ceiling and skirting board. Mr Singer's possessions were neatly ordered on what could only be described as poo-brown shelves and desks. There weren't many objects on the desk in front of him; merely a computer and pencil case. The carpet was also a navy colour with flecks of rainbow threaded throughout the floor. Castiel decided that the office must be incredibly practical as there was nothing aesthetic about it, not that it really bothered him.

"I'm assuming that you must be wondering why I have summoned you here?" Mr Singer's voice said seriously.

Castiel nodded timidly. He wasn't all that comfortable in one-on-one situations with authority figures.

"First, I would like to ask you what colleges you are considering for when you finish here at Lawrence High?"

Castiel took a deep breath. He knew this answer like the back of his hand, "well, sir, I would like to get an undergraduate degree, a bachelor with honors, in biomedical engineering at Yale or MIT, then I hope to complete a masters and continuing into a PhD one day."

Mr Singer closed his eyes and nodded his head slowly, "That is very admirable of you, Mr Novak, and you definitely have the grades to obtain these goals," Castiel smiled at this glimpse of praise, "however, the colleges these days look for not only intellectual students, such as yourself, but also creative and well-rounded students. Now, seeing as you have shown very little interest in sports, I highly recommend that you pick up a creative or performing arts subject before your time here finishes, otherwise, you may not be the best candidate that your preferred college is looking for."

"But, sir, I am neither artistic nor comfortable in performing in front of people; choosing to study any of these subjects will surely lower my GPA?"

"Maybe, however it may be a risk you will need to take. At Lawrence High, we offer Visual Arts, Music, Drama and Dance; unless, of course, you want to re-enroll in the Physical Education course?"

Oh god, no, Castiel thought. He had enough trouble with sport in middle school and was glad he no longer had to struggle through that particular course. There is no way I am dancing either; from what I've heard, it's more physically demanding than sport, I'm definitely not doing drama either- too many people go to the musical which is compulsory to participate in. That leaves visual arts and music; from what I've seen of Charlie's work, you have to be an amazing artist to even pass the class, which I am not. I guess I could learn an instrument; I mean, it's astounding to think about how each of them works, in a mechanical sense.

"I would like to study music, sir, it is the subject in which I am least likely to fail in."

"Excellent choice, I will tell Mr Winchester to expect your arrival at lunch and I shall organise for you to have a lesson off every day so you can learn how to play an instrument."

As Mr Singer finished his sentence, the all too familiar school bell sung its uncomfortably loud tune to signify the beginning of lunch.

"Perfect timing, Mr Novak, you are free to go, and I shall speak to Mr Winchester now, good luck!"

Castiel exited Mr Singer's office to see his best friend, Charlie Bradbury, standing outside the door.

"So, what did he want?"

"He said I had to pick up another subject, a creative or performing art, otherwise colleges may not want me, something about them wanting diverse students."

"Oh, that's so cool, what did you pick?" The energetic girl practically squealed.

"Music- actually, I have to go to the music rooms now to find an instrument I can actually get a sound out of."

"I'm sure you'll find something, I'm gonna go work on my art assessment, peace out bitch."

And with that, Castiel's only life support had disappeared, stranded, he braced himself to enter the music rooms.

As soon as the school's bell blared through the premises, Dean Winchester raced out of class and towards the music center of the school. He entered and threw his bag down before walking over to the beautiful grand piano and the musical composition he had been working on for his extension music class. His fingers danced along the ivory white keys and he became so absorbed in his piece that he didn't hear when someone opened the door and walked into his father's office, much less when his father and the mystery person walked over to the piano and stood next to it, waiting for him to finish; which, eventually, he did.

"Dean," Dean heard his father say as he turned to face the pair, noticing the boy he had never seen before. The boy was astoundingly handsome in an effortless and messy kind of way. Dean traced his eye line from the male's dark chocolate brown thick locks to his piercing blue eyes and strong, tall build which was hiding under a tan-coloured trench coat; an interesting choice for school.

"This is Castiel Novak, Mr Singer has told me he needs Castiel to become proficient in an instrument as soon as possible, so I would like you to please help him find an instrument that he could easily learn. You will have the last lesson of every day off to help him learn it," his father said coldly, almost handing Castiel to Dean for him to deal with.

Once Mr Winchester had left the room, Dean spoke up, "Don't be afraid, he's always like that. So... music! What made you want to learn an instrument, apart from music being the best thing about this school?" Dean said, flashing Castiel his most charming smile.

"Well actually, I am only doing this because Mr Singer seems to think that I won't be accepted into college if I don't do something creative."

"You seem smart enough to pick up an instrument quickly, so maybe this'll work," Dean responded as he began to walk over to the instrument storage room, "so... Castiel is an interesting name; can I call you Cas?"

"Yes, I suppose so. My parents are both really religious and thought it would be a good idea to name our siblings and I after angels. Michael was lucky, myself not so much."

Dean laughed, "Well I think it's pretty cool. So, do you know what you might want to play?"

Castiel shrugged, he hadn't really thought about it.

"Fair enough, maybe you should try the saxophone, it's a good beginner instrument."

So, Cas picked up the saxophone and placed his hands where Dean showed him, took a deep breath in and blew into the instrument. Which he couldn't get a sound out of. All that came out was a rush of air.

"Dude, if you can't play the saxophone then I think there's no hope for any instrument in the woodwind or brass section."

"It's probably for the best, I don't have much stamina anyway," Castiel quipped.

"Okay, what about percussion? You know- drums, timpani, glockenspiel, hell even the triangle."

"I'm not sure I am coordinated enough- besides, I don't know how to read all those symbols, I only learnt the normal notes in music from recorder."

"I guess that eliminates the guitar too, and only leaves the violin and the piano. Seeing as you think you're uncoordinated, I think violin is your best bet, but it'll be difficult. It may look easy to play, but it's hard to make sound good."

Castiel picked up the violin that Dean had handed to him.

"For the time being, let's put bits of tape where your finger need to go," Dean smiled. "So, the biggest string, here," he said pointing to the first of the strings, "is called the G string, which means that when you play it without any other fingers, it makes the note G."

Dean handed Cas a bow.

"To hold the now you need to put your thumb here and rest your other fingers on top," he said, rearranging Castiel's fingers properly. "Great! Now, can you play a G for me?"

Castiel placed the now gently onto the first string and pulled it downwards as perpendicular to the string as he could, applying a bit of pressure, until a long hollow sound resonated through the air.

"Perfect, Cas. You'll be playing pieces in no time," Dean grinned.

For the rest of lunch, Dean introduced Cas to the other three strings; D, A, and E.

"You're doing very well for your first lesson; must be that big brain of yours being able to memorise things so quickly," Dean commented, smiling. "Would you be able to come to my house this afternoon? I have some beginner violin music which I think you should have a go at; meet me here after school?"

"Okay, see you then."

And with that, the bell rang. Castiel raced off to his next class, leaving the violin in the music studio to pick up later.

Castiel just could not concentrate, for the last couple of hours of school all he could think about was Dean and his violin lessons.

At least the lessons will be with someone interesting and not just a boring old teacher. Plus, it doesn't hurt that Dean is incredibly good looking. God, I could just stare into those eyes forever.

Soon enough, the final bell rang to signal the end of school and Castiel was strangely excited to see Dean, and sure enough, there he was, still practicing the same beautiful piece he had been at lunch. Castiel admired how seamlessly Dean's fingers were gracing over the keys.

Damn, his hands must be so strong.

Castiel noticed that Dean had taken off his leather jacket since they had last met, and was now wearing just a sleek black t-shirt that really showed off his figure well. Castiel was so enchanted by this that he didn't even notice when Dean stopped playing which made Dean laugh.

"Like what you see?" He said cheekily, winking and making Cas blush, "come on, let's go... oh! Cas, you get to meet my Baby!"

This statement made the bubble of hope in Cas burst. Sure, he barely even knew Dean, but Cas felt oddly jealous that there could already be someone in Dean's life...

Dean and Cas turned the corner to the school's parking lot.

"Baby!" Dean called out as he raced to a black muscle car. "Did you miss me? Cas, this is my Baby, and if you hurt her, then I'll hurt you," Dean said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

Cas breathed out a sigh of relief as he climbed into the well taken care of Chevrolet Impala.

After about 15 minutes, Cas and Dean had reached Dean's house and two minutes later they were in Dean's room- which looked like Mozart had been redecorating.

Dean dug through a pile of boxes to find an old violin case and book of music that appeared to be for two people.

"You remember how to read music, right?" Castiel nodded, "good, because I thought it would be easier to start with us playing a duet, I'll count in 1, 2, 3, 4..."

After playing for three hours, the pair decided that now would be a good time to stop for the day.

"I gotta say, Cas, you're a natural," Dean said as he watched Castiel smile and blush, "I'm serious, you're learning really fast, in fact I think if you and I work hard enough at school and maybe a couple of days a week after school, you could be good enough to play in the school's concert at the end of the year," he continued.

By the end of Dean's compliment, Castiel was blushing harder than ever and Dean took the opportunity to lift Cas' head back up.

"You just gotta be more confident in yourself."

Every day, Dean and Cas would meet up at lunch and the last lesson of he day to practice. As Cas became more confident in his instrument, Dean switched to piano, and over the semester, Dean and Cas grew closer, much closer.

Three weeks before the school's end of year concert, Dean had rushed in excitement to meet his best friend at lunch.

"Hey, Cas," he said quickly, "I have music for you."

"Calm down Dean, I need to unpack my violin first," he responded, confused at his friend's odd behaviour. Once he'd unpacked, Cas stood at the music stand and Dean sat nervously at the piano. As usual, Dean counted them in.

"1, 2, 3, 4..."

They began to play softly and sweetly, however, soon the music turned into a flurry of passion. At the end of the piece, Dean exhaled slowly.

"Dean, this is the piece you were working on the first time I saw you, isn't it?"

"Yeah it is," Dean said, brushing his fingers through his hair and standing up to face Cas, "I adapted it into a piano and violin duet and I was hoping we could play it together at the concert in three weeks."

Dean held his breath as Castiel remained silent.

"Of course, I'll play it with you," Cas finally spoke.

"Yes!" Dean exclaimed wrapping his arms around Cas, and Cas couldn't help but feel like the happiest person on the planet.

After three solid weeks of practicing non-stop, the night of the concert had arrived. Castiel was at Dean's house getting ready, and he was as nervous as he'd ever been. He had showered and was now wearing a black suit jacket with a navy button up shirt and black skinny jeans. Dean had promised to style his hair nicely as soon as he emerged from the bathroom... which he did, wearing a similar assortment to Cas, only he had a black shirt instead of a blue one. Cas felt his jaw drop, but it was okay, because so had Dean's.

"Wow, Cas..." Dean started.

"Yeah... you too."

The two of them stared at each other for a few more seconds before Cas' anxiety kicked in.

"Dean, I’m so scared; What if I mess up? People are watching, Dean, people who see me as really smart and perfect at everything, and what if I'm not?"

"Cas, you'll be fine," Dean whispered in Cas' ear after wrapping his warm arms around him, "You are a freaking prodigy and I know you'll nail it tonight. Now... let's fix up your hair..."

Cas peeked out at the people slowly flooding into the auditorium. This elevated his heart rate quite a bit. He and Dean were the opening act and no matter how much they practiced, and how comforting Dean's hug had been, Cas was nervous as hell. He could see so many people he knew; Mr Singer, Ms Mills, Mr and Mrs Winchester with Dean's brother Sam, his own siblings- Gabriel, Michael, Lucifer and Anna- with his parents, even Principal Crowley had shown up.

"Hey... Cas, take a deep breath. if you just let yourself feel what you're playing, anything will sound good- I believe in you."

Cas nodded and he took his place on the stage.

As the curtain rose, Cas looked at Dean who winked at him with reassurance. He positioned the violin delicately on his shoulder, took a deep breath in and nodded at Dean, ready for the piece to begin.

Cas let the music completely take over him and he really felt the raw emotion Dean had put into composing the piece. He no longer registered that the audience was watching and could only think about one person; Dean. Cas barely felt any time pass, he was too enthralled in the movement and sound he was producing, until the end when there were no more notes left to play.

The crowd erupted into a loud applause and he was snapped back into reality. Cas stood up with Dean to take a bow before leaving the stage.

Cas was so overwhelmed about how he played that he remained silent until he'd put his violin down and broken out of his trance.

"Dean, that was amazing," Cas pronounced as he leant against the wall.

"No, you were amazing," Dean whispered, and wrapping his hand to the back of Cas' neck and jawline, Dean pushed him against the wall, into a long, slow electrifying kiss.

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Angel Tears

Summary: We’ve all heard of crocodile tears, right? Well angel tears are sooo much worse and are usually brought upon by certain green-eyed hunters.

Warnings: Fluff, sickeningly sweet fluff, filled with rainbows and unicorns, angsty flashback to the show (but honestly what isn’t angsty in the show)

A/N: This is set as an alternates conclusion to Castiel overpowering Naomi’s mind control in season 8. Hope you all enjoy!

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Knock, knock, knock.

Castiel jolted his body upwards at the unexpected interruption, groaning with a slight hint of annoyance. The yet to be determined distraction had ceased one of Cas’ favourite times of the day - lying on his bed, in his very own room at the bunker, meditating on the day. As Castiel begrudgingly turned to see who had so rudely disturbed his peace, only to see a figure that Cas could never be mad at - a certain hunter with the most viridescent eyes he had ever seen.

“Hey, Cas, sorry to bother you,” the man said, slightly flustered.

Cas took the opportunity of the hunter’s unusual fumbling with words to gaze at the human who was standing at his doorway. All of the features of this specimen were responsible for creating the perfection that was still stuttering before Cas; from his short cut dirty blond hair atop his head, which was chiselled with a jawline that could cut through anything, and decorated with soft pink lips and those green eyes that made Castiel want to melt into the floor, to his broad muscular shoulders, connected seamlessly to his hard stomach. Dean Winchester.

“Dean? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, man, I just wanted to pretty much ask you that, Dean said chuckling lightly, "after what happened the other day, I-I just thought that I should check in on you.”

Castiel sighed deeply, his facial features immediately dropping as he collapsed onto his almost ridiculously comfortable bed. He heard the hunter’s footsteps walk to the other side of the bed and felt the compression into the mattress as he laid down next to him. Cas curled himself into a small tight ball, hot tears beginning to silently drop down his face.

There’s no way I am facing Dean while I’m like this, Castiel though as Dean placed a warm hand gingerly on his shoulder.

“Hey, come on Cas,” Dean spoke softly and gently, “talk to me, tell me what I can do to help.”

Cas rolled onto his stomach to help conceal the tears that were now falling faster as he buried his head into his arms. The other day, the day that Cas knew his family would never accept him again- his family being Sam and Dean- he had long since realised the angels didn’t want him. Castiel had a simple mission- find the angel tablet and kill Dean Winchester- he had succeeded in the first part, it was easy enough, but once he had seen the hurt in Dean’s eyes he knew he wouldn’t be able to complete the mission, so Cas had given up, let himself collapse and be dragged out by Sam and Dean, waking up in his room in the bunker two days later. A week on, Castiel still couldn’t face Dean on the subject, and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t stare at those gorgeous green eyes without disintegrating inside.

Dean rolled his angel to face him, they needed to talk about what had happened because he needed Cas to know that he was in love with him. The two days that Cas wouldn’t wake up was absolute agony for the blond-haired hunter. Sam had to practically drag Dean from Cas’ bedside to get him to eat- even just drink water. Now that Cas was awake again, he needed to tell him, before anything else bad happened to them. The state that the beautiful blue eyed angel was in once he finally turned towards Dean had left Dean with an almost equally broken expression to match,

“Cas, don’t cry,” Dean whispered into Cas’ ear as he pulled him into a hug.

The angel tensed, he really wasn’t used to this type of touch from Dean, but as he relaxed into the hug, Dean manoeuvred the both of them so he was cradling Cas in his arms.

I guess I better not say anything to Cas today, he needs me right now, as a friend, and it wouldn’t be right to screw with his head when he is in this vulnerable state, Dean thought with a hint of disappointment.

“Dean, I cannot begin to describe how truly sorry I am, it was Naomi, she was mind controlling me and I could barely hold back from killing you because… Dean it was awful in heaven, she made me practice killing you, 205 times I had to kill you, 205 times I watched you die and- and-,” Castiel stammered, choking on his tears.

“Cas, it’s okay. We already knew about Naomi and I knew you would never do anything to-”

“-But no Dean, it’s not okay,” he said cutting off Dean aggressively, “if you had died then I would never forgiven myself for it because I am in love with you.”

Castiel froze as soon as he allowed those last few words to escape his mouth. He shifts slightly to look up at Dean, cheeks still stained with tears and now blushed, eyes wide open and mouth opened slightly in horror at what he had just said.

“I am so sorry Dean, I didn’t mean to-” but with that, Castiel found himself once again interrupted; however, this time it was from Dean’s mouth molding on top of his and it was nothing like he had imagined. It wasn’t soft and gentle like all those romantic movies had made it out to be, but it wasn’t rough or heated either. It was slow and it was deep and it was passionate- and it was so much better than Castiel had expected.

Dean softly placed his hand on Cas’ jawline and angled his head to further deepen the kiss. Dean felt all his heart pumping a million beats a minute and all he could think about was how freaking happy he felt. Cas’ tongue brushed gently over his bottom lip, parting it slightly, which sent electric sparks through Dean’s spine as he moaned Cas’ name almost inaudibly. As both Dean and Cas finished exploring each other’s mouths, Dean gently grazed Cas’ bottom lip with his teeth, before threading his fingers through his thick black locks. Dean parted them just enough so that he could speak, but their foreheads remained in contact.

“I love you too, you moron.”

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