should have been holding hands...
better
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Ridiculously over the top Christmas' card from the just married Novak-Winchester couple to friends. đđâš
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happy birthday deano đ„șđ„șđ„ș
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The Bunker kitchen is always cold, but it's at its coldest at the crack of dawn. Staring down into his creamed coffee, Dean wonders if 45 is old enough to slough off the habit of a lifetime and start sleeping in til at least 8, but then he remembers the nightmares he got the last time he tried messing with his sleep cycle. Maybe what he really needs is an extra pair of socks.
"I have something for you."
Dean looks up from his cup and smiles sleepily at Cas, who'd paused to get dressed when Dean had slumped directly to the kitchen in his pjs. He still wears his suit, tie and trench coat ensemble, thoroughly overdressed for 6.30 in the morning, but he still hadn't bothered to brush his hair. Mr Contrarian. He's adorable.
"I thought gifts were later," Dean says, instead of fawning. He has some dignity left. Somewhere.
"Big ones are."
"2 o' clock? No surprises?" Dean challenges - after his 40th, when he'd knocked Sam out thinking he'd been possessed with how shifty he'd been acting trying to hide the big party, Dean's (quite reasonably, he thinks) insisted on a strict birthday itinerary of his own devising.
"No surprises," Cas promises. He pulls his hand out of his coat pocket and puts a tape down on the table, flat, and slides it across to Dean with two fingers.
It's simply labeled in Casâs looping cursive: For Dean. Dean picks it up and flips it over, no more information on the back.
"I wasn't sure if you'd like it," Cas explains needlessly, and Dean can see him fidgeting in his periphery. Cute. "I know you like to 'pick the music' but I thought you might appreciate knowing some that make me think of you."
"I like it," Dean assures him, glancing up to grin at him, and he's glad to see Casâs shoulders relax.
"Good. It would have been very awkward if you didn't."
"Yeah, and you're never awkward," Dean teases, and gets a suspicious squint for it that pivots quickly into a fond eyeroll. "Can I play it now?"
"Oh," Cas says, sounding surprised, "Yes."
He vanishes for a second and then blinks back with one of their cassette players, one of those flat, black, functional things that star in 70s cop shows. There was a little puffy sticker of a stegosaurus on it from Jack's sticker phase.
"Ever heard of goodbye?" Dean complains unseriously, and happily accepts the sweet kiss Cas offers as he passes the player over.
Cas doesn't dignify him with a response, but he does stay close, hovering over Deanâs like a warm shadow as he sets the tape in and hits Play. There's a few seconds of staticky silence, and then, surprisingly, a recording of Casâs voice comes rumbling out of the speaker.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus. Adiuramus te, cessa decipere humanas creaturas-"
"Cas," Dean says, hitting Pause, "why am I listening to you doing an exorcism? Where's the rock'n'roll?"
"You like things that are practical. You're welcome." He says it with such sincere, smug certainty that he'd gotten it completely right that Dean can't help but laugh.
"So you made me an exorcism mix-tape?"
"It's helpful."
"Sentimentality, thy name is Castiel." Dean kisses Casâs knuckles, delighted with him, "I thought you said there were songs on here."
"They're on the other side."
"This whole side is just you chanting?"
"Not all of it," Cas says, and leans over Dean's shoulder to skim through with the fast-forward. He lands expertly near the end, which should not be as sexy to Dean as it is. The Cas recording finishes his latin, then there's a long pause, and then:
"I expect you saved them by now. Or they died." A smaller pause, then Cas adds, at an afterthought, "Hopefully the former. Dean, I love you."
Click. End of the tape. It's only when Casâs hand comes up gently to his cheek that he realises he'd shed a tear.
"Dean," Cas says, with his infinite tenderness, half wonder, half exasperation.
"Just caught me off guard," Dean protests weakly, swiping under his eye roughly (but careful not to dislodge Casâs hand).
For around the first 6 months after Casâs return, Dean couldn't hear an "I love you" without bursting into tears. He'd gotten better with it in the years following, but but sometimes it still hit. Like now. Cas knew that he'd only be using this side of the tape in an all the way fucked up situation, and he'd given him a small, unnecessary kindness. Another one - a charming little kiss is pressed to his forehead.
"What'd I do to get you, Cas?" Dean marvels out loud, and Cas leans back to frown at him, still holding his face in his wide hands.
"Quite a lot," Cas deadpans, and that sets Dean off laughing again.
He grabs Casâs wrist to smack a kiss to his palm, and then to pull himself upright, his other hand blindly flipping the tape over and starting up the music side. As the opening Auoooghs of Gin Wigmore's Black Sheep starts up, Dean tugs Cas to dance with him to it, uncoordinated and unrestrained.
"Dancing wasn't in the plan" Cas notes dryly, but he lets Dean sing to his tie like it's a microphone anyway, and Dean can tell he's biting back a smile.
"Screw the plan! It's my birthday!"
"It's your birthday plan."
"Exactly, so I get to change it." Dean stops Cas arguing back by kissing him, which only works about 40% of the time, but this, it seems, is one of those times. "I love you, man."
"I love you too. Happy birthday, Dean."
The affection in Casâs gaze warms Dean all the way down to the very tips of his toes. It is a happy birthday. Almost as good as all the ones after it.
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drabble day 4: memories
from @deancaskiss bexâs august drabble prompts
for most people, the memory of their significant other saying those three little words for the first time, is a good one.
but not for dean.
âweâre all out of cereal and milk so jack and i are going to pick some up. love you.â
deanâs heart dropped in his chest and he stumbled to where cas was leaning in the doorway, throwing his arms around him and burying his face into casâs shoulder.
âyouâre coming back.â
it wasnât a question but cas answered anyways.
âof course, dean.â he pulled away a slightly to cup deanâs cheek. â⊠are you sure you donât want me to remove the memory?â
dean leaned into casâs touch and looked back and forth between his eyes. theyâd already lost so much.
he shook his head. âi donât want to lose another second with you.â
cas kissed him softly. âthen you wonât. do you want to come with us to the store?â
dean smiled through his tears.
âiâd love to.â
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for the love of god PLEASE read daphneâs ( @saintedcastiel) series goodbye yellow brick road itâs so so so so so good you wonât regret
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When Sam rocks up to Heaven they all have a massive gathering at the roadhouse to welcome him. The place is packed out with folks who know the Winchesters and their friends. Thereâs a few live bands and when they finish their sets, thatâs when the karaoke starts. Plenty of classic rock and country and dancing and Dean singing his little heart out. Itâs 1am when the place starts dying down, the crowd thinning out to just those closest to Sam and Dean with a few exceptions, all competing to be the last one standing. Most are too tired to sing now and thereâs little groups of people sitting around reminiscing, taking turns putting on song requests over the speakers. Bobby has dozed off by the fire pit outside, sharing a blanket with Ellen as Rufus recounts tales of he and Bobbyâs hunting days. Charlie, Jo and a few others still have a some energy left to keep dancing. Pamela and Ash are still knocking back the shots. Dean barely has left Casâ side all night, aside from getting up for the karaoke. Heâs been mulling over how to break it to Sammy, if someone already hasnât dropped the bomb in conversation.
When someone puts on Led Zeppelinâs Rock and Roll over the speakers, the room livens up again and Dean notices that Casâ leg is bouncing away to the beat. When Cas mentions this is his favourite Zepp song, Dean is fascinated. It isnât one of the 13 tracks on the mixtape Dean made for him but it stuns him that Cas likes Zepp enough to listen to the rest of the Discography. In that moment, he craves to find out everything he doesnât know about his angel. he vows that if he ponders or wonders anything about him, heâll ask everything and anything, even the things he was too afraid to ask when they were both living and pining. At the moment? Dean is wondering if Cas can dance. Deanâs never been much of a dancer himself but he had a one night stand with one. She had spent the hours leading up to it teaching him the basics. He hadnât been dying about it then but damn does Dean want to find out if dancing with Cas will change his entire perspective on things.
So he asks and when Cas says he doesnât know because he hasnât tried, Dean whisks him off to the dance floor to show him the ropes with a âwanna find out?â When the trench coat gets tangled between them one too many times, Dean eagerly helps Cas tug it off and tosses it over the back of nearby chair. He isnât sure when Casâ tie comes off or what the hell he should be teaching Cas, a bit of country? A jive? Their dancing is whole mix of things yet nothing at all. Weâre making it up as we go Dean thinks, remembering those exact words from the night Cas first rebelled for him.
Rules donât matter as they tug at each others hands, dance close, push away, flail arms and move legs clumsily, narrowly avoid bumping into Pam and Ash who are having the time of their lives on the dance floor beside them. Ash tumbles over at one point, Charlie accidentally elbows Dean in the back, it doesnât matter, because all Dean sees is Casâ eyes transfixed on his own or trialing over his body, all Dean sees and all that matters is Cas.
It turns out that Cas has a thing for rhythm and Dean could dance all night - he just hadnât danced with the right person before. An hour later, the two transcend into a slow dance to Deanâs favourite Ten Years Gone, with Dean breathless and Cas dishevelled. It used to hurt when he let himself think too hard about why this one always reminded him of Cas. All Dean wants now, as he sings the lyrics under his breath, is to take Cas out back and press him into the wall and tell him he loves him too over and over again between kisses.
Mary smiles at the mind-blown look on Samâs face as she watches it all go down. Itâs a look of since when did Dean dance? and with Cas? and then the realisation of Oh. Holy shit. with a smile filling his face. She gives herself a pat on the back for her song choices - all a Winchester ever needs is a good Zepp song or two to sort everything out.
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perfect song for a destiel amv, amiright? i'm right.Â
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Hi! I'm looking for a beta-reader for a deancas fic, preferably someone whose first language is American English. It's a multi-chapter Stanford era Dean/season 15 Cas time travel fic, technically canon compliant. Dm me if you're interested in helping me out! đ
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thanks for the ask anon :)
share a headcannon of one of your favorite ships or pairings
ooo first one that came to mind is a simple domestic deancas one that I put in several of my fics. Dean really enjoys cooking, it's an outlet for him, and while Cas is an angel he still tries everything Dean makes, even if it tastes like molecules <3 if he's human then he geniunely enjoys everything Dean makes (especially his burgers)
name three good things going on in your life
ahh I would have to say that my cat Vesper is doing well, we just reached her one year adopt-aversery and she's made so much progress <3 also I had a conversation with my supervisor at work this week that I thought would be difficult but it went really well, and the third thing is the weather is getting nicer and I'm trying to go out and do more things on my weekend instead of just rot in my apartment all the time đđ
picture of vesper under the cut <3
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Hello! Saw youâre still active on tumblr so Iâm dropping by to say that I just found your 2013 deancas minibang fic again years after reading it for the first time and it was such a delight to revisit it. I know itâs been almost a decade by now so Iâm a little late there but thank you for writing it, itâs still one of my all time faves đ
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Oooh, hello! I had to double-check I was thinking of the right fic (it's a bit of blur now) and OH of course, thank you!đ€Łđ Can't believe it's still readable, though I am grateful for it. OctoDean is my legacy~
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bi!cas my beloved đđđ (I couldnât pick one so hereâs both)
day 3 prompt: pride || for @altarofrowenaâs event || bonus bi4bi deancas under the cut
(day 7/? of drawing Cas || click for better quality)
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drabble day 3: strangers
from @deancaskiss bexâs august drabble prompts
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as dean watched the strangers pass them by on the pier, he wondered what they thought when they saw he and cas on the bench, sitting close, holding hands.
did they see a normal couple? whoâd probably met at a bar, or through friends. a couple whoâd gone on cheesy first dates before deciding to give it a go. people who had quiet lives, taken up by work and friends.Â
he turned to take in casâs profile, as he tilted his head happily toward the sun. surely they didnât see the truth. they didnât see a fallen angel next to a monster hunter. a couple whoâd literally been to hell and back. whoâd lost each other more times than he could bear.
he squeezed casâs hand at the thought.Â
cas turned to him, concern in his eyes. âwhatâs wrong, dean?â
dean brought casâs hand to his chest and stroked his thumb over his knuckles.Â
he didnât want normal. âiâd always pick you.âÂ
casâs lips tipped in a soft smile.Â
âand i you.â
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đšđCALLING ALL UNHINGED COCKLES SHIPPERS!!!đđš
If you are...
looking for a space to meet some fun, albeit weird, new friends...
a lover of all things JenMish, DeanCas, and the extended Supernatural universe...
okay with innuendo and adults only conversation...
in need of somewhere to participate in fandom that doesn't take itself too seriously...
...then Sunshine Shellers on Discord might be the space for you!
About us...
We are a relatively small server with a mixture of active, semi-active and intrigued but lurking members.
As we are still quite new things are constantly evolving, but we have a lot of playful fun together as we get to know each other.
We help each other brainstorm ideas, find specific moments in both cockles and destiel history, and analyse meta.
We encourage each other to keep trying new things.
While it can be a bit scary to jump in to these kinds of online communities, when you dive in to our little corner of the dumpster, we promise not to bite! (unless you're into that sort of thing... đ)
Our space is designed to be:
Cockles friendly - it's in the name, we're shellers... we're not going to hide in a specific RPF channel to talk about the basics of the JenMish relationship.
Actor and show positive - no outright hatred of cast/crew/episodes/arcs/etc. Constructive criticism is fine, but personal attacks are not. That being said, we all have a certain someone in mind when I say "his behaviour is not compatible with being well-liked".
For adults (18+) only - we don't censor swear words and innuendo flies everywhere. It's all in good fun.
When you join (you're going to, right?) you will need to:
Accept the rules (basically seven variations on Don't Be A Dick)
Introduce yourself
Become part of our little family, we'd love to have you. đđ
If you want to know more or you're having any trouble, please send an ask or DM. I'm here to help.
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