#destiel is cannon

[castielfucks]

got humbled and fumbled yesterday when a cashier looked at my shirt and said "oh. a destiel shirt. ive never seen one like. in the wild."

#it was a stands shirt with an image of a cannon with DESTIEL across the base of it and shooting rainbow feathers #://// #1k #2k #3k #4k

[calibrationneeded]

What? Sorry I can’t hear you, I’m too busy being glad that Dean lived, Cas came back, and Jack gets to live with his dads while Dean works on trying to repair their relationship and be better than his own father

#this is cannon btw #i make the rules #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #fanart #art #my art #jack kline #Dean Winchester is Jack Klines dad #Dean goes to therapy and works of bettering himself #i have daddy issues #let me have this #Destiel #tagging this as Destiel because Dean and Cas are married btw Cas is just in the other room obv

[silena-laney-laney]

Sam: Your boyfriend is calling

Dean: He’s not my boyfriend.

Dean: *picks up phone*

Cas: Hello, dean.

Dean: hey angel

#the sillies!!! #i love those stupid idiots #bisexual dean winchester cannon #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #incorrect supernatural quotes

[sunnysam-my]

Fellas is it gay?

Fellas is it gay to:

Not disagree when your bro admits to sharing a "profound bond" with you in front of you brother

Rebel against your cult like family and what they stand for for your bro (this works for both lol)

Do everything your bro ask you to (this too)

Trust your bro and try to defend him even when you know he be lying

Constantly sacrifice yourself for your bro (again, works both ways)

Stand under a mistletoe hanging above your heads when your bro is saying "I'll watch over you." to you

Stare at your bro's lips when he's standing way to close

Walk so close that you're brushing again eachother when you don't do that with anyone else

Have night movie dates in your bed with your bro and only him, watching cowboy movies and old gay musicals

Call your bro "the closest thing to family you ever had" together with your actual brother and adoptive father

Put your bro in his own separate category when talking about losing your friends family and him

Constantly argue like an old married couple

Call your bro "Sunshine" (happened twice btw)

Both of you be completely shattered and lost without the other around

Have a break up that looks like a typical couple break up and not friends falling out/fighting

Not rejecting your bro when he confesses his undying love to you, even when you can't reciprocate and instead just beg him to not leave you

Understand eachother without words, even when you say one thing and think other

Be the only person your bro will listen to when they're stubborn

Wanting to die with the other one

Mourning the death of your bro so badly you become completely depressed and angry at everyone, hiding away and praying to God to bring your bro back

Constantly be called your bro's boyfriend by others and never denie it

Constantly say classic lines straight out of romance movie

Be your bro's biggest weakness

Be disturbed, jealous and dislike when your bro is with someone else

Be more eager to hug your bro than your own brother, practically jumping into eachother's arms after realising he is fine since the last time you saw him

My God, they're so gay I can't. And then they are like "nah, them? in love? you delulu". LIKE HONEY, I'M NOT THE ONE WHO MADE MULTIPLE DIRECT REFERENCES TO QUEER MOVIES AND CULTURE! There are so many other moments where they are so obviously queer outside of their relationship.

#they're so gay #they're in love your honor #supernatural #dean winchester #destiel #castiel #funny #is it gay #lgbtq #bisexual #gay #this isn't even all of them #this is cannon btw

[sevenmilliongoldfish]

it’s november 5th. officially coming out as someone who has seen all 15 seasons of supernatural.

#it was a dark time #anyway happy 2 years anniversary of half cannon destiel + bury your gays superspeed mode #spn #supernatural #nov 5th #destiel

[thekingofspin]

it's always "I love you" and never

"I cared about the whole world, because of you."

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #destiel cannon #you changed me dean #why does this sound like a goodbye #because it is #SOBBING #FOUNTAINS OF TEARS #the winchesters #sam winchester #jensen ackles #misha collins #jensen and misha

[take-it-on-the-run]

Bridge Over Troubled Water

Dean Winchester & Reaper!Reader

Dean Winchester didn't want to know what life was going to be like without his brother, and he didn't intend to learn

Word Count: 2.5k

Tags: Suicide attempt, angst, major character death, minor injury, typical cannon violence, angst with a happy ending

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reaper!Reader

Read it on AO3!

A/N: Simon & Garfunkel title. This has been stewing in my drafts since August, so I'm very happy I was able to finally finish it! This is set around season 5 (Dean is 30 and Sam is 26). PLEASE heed the warnings, and please don't read further if this story will make you uncomfortable. Unbeta'd and every single mistake is mine :)

Rain clung to a man as he peered over the rails of a bridge he couldn’t name. It was big enough to have a name, he was sure of that, but not big enough for people to be driving by at three in the morning.

His hands wrapped around the steel beams meant to keep cars from tipping over into the rushing waters below. They were cold to the touch, but he didn’t feel that. He could barely place one foot in front of the other, let alone feel anything besides the hollowed-out hole in his chest.

His car was parked just off the side of the road less than half a mile away, keys still in the ignition, lights blaring onto the tree trunks that ran on for as far as the eye could see. There was no one for miles, the only souls accompanying him in those moments being those of the rodents scattering into crooks and crannies to hide from the rain.

A heavy weight shifted in his pocket, nudging against his thigh, reminding him why he was standing alone in the rain. He couldn’t comprehend that in the morning, people would come looking for him, that he would be missed; that he would be mourned. He only knew the pain that was engulfing his very being, pushing him closer and closer to life’s edge.

He wanted to compare it to Hell, but he knew that in Hell he’d at least pay for what he’d done in the form of flames and pure, unimaginable agony, like he’d experienced all those years ago. Here, he could only wallow in the fact that he was alive, and the only person he’d give his life for wasn’t.

The first time he tried to pitch himself over the rails, his foot slipped and his head collided with the metal. Blood trickled down his forehead as he remained on the ground. Any other time, he’d be able to climb anything, anywhere; but now all he could hear was the sound of the river below calling for him.

Join me. It said, beckoning him to his feet once again.

Though he couldn’t see me, I was there watching him as he tried to will himself to take his own life. Standing a mere ten feet from him, leaning on the opposing set of rails, I watched as he clambered upright. In complete honesty, I didn’t know if he’d do it or not. I did, however, know that he wasn’t meant to be there. He was meant to pass in a horrible accident three weeks before at his own hands, leaving his brother the only survivor. His name was in my book, and I was meant to take him to the great hereafter, only to find him standing over his brother’s body.

The man didn’t know it, but his brother was there too, watching him on that bridge. He tried to get his brother to hear his pleas, but he couldn’t, so he turned to me.

He begged me and begged me to not let his brother take his life. This had happened many times since I started my life’s work, people trying to offer me their souls in place of a loved one’s, but my duties remained as they were. I’m a pathway to the afterlife. No more, no less. Never once had I prevented someone from dying, never once had someone slipped between my fingers, and never once had I stuck myself in Earthly affairs.

I leaned into the rails silently, letting the rain fall onto my bare skin. I could imagine how cold it was for him, shivering and bleeding as his world seemed to crumble.

His brother clung to my side, clawing and tearing at my skin as he wailed for me to let his brother live, that his soul should be enough for me to have.

I turned to him and looked into his widened eyes, and all I could do was wonder. Wonder why such a young man was content in his own death, and why he didn’t want his brother to die as he did.

“You Winchesters and your family bond. You know Samuel, there aren’t many people out there who aren’t pissed at the person who killed them.” I said as I acknowledged the youngest Winchester for the first time since he started our conversation.

“He didn’t-” Sam looked to his older brother, still oblivious to my presence, “-my death wasn’t his fault. You got your soul, now you can report back to your big boss and just leave Dean alone, please.”

I turned to him, ready to tell him that my kind didn’t deal in souls, but was interrupted when the click of a handgun made Sam and I turn our heads.

“Are you my reaper?” He asked, matter-of-factually, poorly aiming his pistol in my general direction. I took a step toward him, the rain beginning to fall more violently.

“We both know you’re smart enough than to try and use that on me, Dean,” I said, ignoring his question as I took more steps toward him.

“Answer-” Dean readjusted his slipping grip on the gun, eyes wearily trained at me. “-answer me.”

“I was your reaper, yes,” I answered, closing the distance between us, cool metal pressed against my chest.

His eyes were green and sunken; packed with tears, veins, and blood. His pupils darted around my face expectantly, begging me to do something, make his pain simply go away.

I felt a heavy pang in my chest, that hooked onto my heart and sunk to my feet.

I reached up to his face, gently cupping as I skimmed my fingers over untrimmed facial hair. He flinched as my hand made contact, probably expecting to get ripped from his body.

“Don’t be afraid, Dean. He’s safe.” I said gently. His eyes closed, and he leaned into my palm as he let out a heavy breath.

“He isn’t angry at you. You know, he practically begged me to come stop you.” I smiled, smoothing over the gash on his forehead. The deep cut disappeared as my fingers skimmed over it, offering him some relief.

“It’s not fair-” Dean choked out, coughing as the weather around us began to take its toll on his body. “-Sammy, he’s got a whole life ahead of him. College, a big lawyer job, a normal life. All I’ve got is hunting, and waiting to run into someone sharp enough to finally get me.”

His teeth chattered in his mouth, and the metal against my chest disappeared as he let his arms drop to his sides.

“Big talk coming from someone who’s barely thirty,” I said, watching as Dean pulled away from my hands, and returned to leaning on the rails.

“It’s the-” Dean starts.

“-the life, yes. So I’ve heard from a great number of hunters.” I finished his thought as I joined him on the rails. “Why is it that all of you think your lifespans are so short? Hunters back In, I don’t know,” I wave my hand as I’m trying to come up with the words, “the seventeen hundreds still lived longer than a lot your folk do nowadays.”

He creased his eyebrows, his eyes flickering over my face.

“All I’m saying,” I take a long look at the sun starting to crawl its way over the horizon, “is that ‘the life’ doesn’t have to be your life, Dean. I can’t believe I’m even saying this, but you don’t have to die in some horrific fight that finally puts you down. Hunters have died of old age, you know.”

He looked at me, the freckles on his face more visible now that the rain was calming down, “but Sammy… he deserved his happy ending more than I ever will. He got out. Got a full-ride scholarship to freakin’ Stanford. Had a girl. I didn’t even have the guts to tell him how proud I was. I’d stand outside his dorm room for hours, trying to figure out a way to come see him without Dad, or without him hating me. I shouldn’t have dragged him back into this, and now he’s dead. In my place.”

“It’s the natural order of things, Dean. If not him, then you, and if not you, then some other person had to die that day.”

“But it didn’t have to be Sam. I would’ve gone just the same way as he did, but at least he’d have something dragging him forward, to move on.” He looked at me again with those tired eyes, letting out a sharp breath as his hands clung to the railing again, leaning his torso off halfway.

“Dean,” I said cautiously, watching his knuckles turn white as his heart quickened and eyes shut, “Dean.”

His feet were moving fast, and in one swift moment, he was off the bridge. His body flung over almost effortlessly and catapulted him down to the rocky waters below.

I turned away, expecting him to appear next to me in a moment, but his voice rose through the air instead.

“What…?”

I looked over the railing, only to see Sam was holding his forearms, holding him from his forearms before he could drop.

I turned to the younger Winchester brother, who was solely focused on trying to save his brother’s life, his spectral hands losing their grip the longer he held on.

“Dean, hold on, please. Please, man, just hold on. Don’t give up on me.”

Dean’s head snapped up, looking straight at his brother.

“Sammy?” Dean choked out, his legs starting to kick frantically as if he were trying to walk on air.

“Help me, help me get him up. Please.” Sam turned to me, struggling to hold onto his brother.

I blinked and I was beside him, yanking up on an almost-limp Dean, and throwing him onto the road of the bridge.

Dean lay on the ground, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Sam knelt beside him, his eyes filled with remorse.

“I didn’t want to give up on you, Sammy,” Dean whispered, his voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of the damp morning breeze.

Sam’s heart clenched at the sound of his brother’s voice, filled with a mixture of pain and regret. “I know, Dean,” he replied, his voice choked with emotion. “It’s not your fault. You never gave up on me. You took all of dad’s crap, and I mean all of it. The yelling. The hunting. The abuse.”

Dean looked at his brother before he went still, not saying a word as he clutched his chest with pale blue hands. His breaths grew shallower, his body beginning to tremble from the exertion and the cold rain that drenched him throughout the night. Sam glanced around frantically, feeling helpless in the face of his brother’s suffering.

“He needs help. Help him,” Sam said, his voice urgent as he looked up at me, desperation clear in his eyes.

I nodded, my heart heavy with the weight of the situation. “I’ll do what I can,” I replied, my voice solemn. “But I can’t interfere with the natural order of things.”

Sam’s shoulders sagged in defeat, but he refused to give up. “There has to be something you can do,” he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. “Please, just help him.”

I hesitated, the pull that the Winchester seemed to have with the universe was something even Death couldn’t withstand; but who was I to interfere? As I looked down at Dean, lying battered and broken on the ground, I could hear the cracking of his ribs drowning out my thoughts.

With a heavy sigh, I knelt beside Sam and Dean, moving Dean’s hands away from his chest with little force. “I’ll do what I can,” I said, my voice softer.

I laid my hands on Dean’s chest, warmth spread through his body, chasing away the chill of the rain and easing his pain. His breaths grew steadier, his trembling subsiding as color started returning to his hands.

Sam looked on in awe, tears welling in his eyes as he watched his brother’s condition improve before his very eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

I nodded, a small smile touching my lips. “Take care of him,” Sam said, his voice barely above a whisper, and I nodded. “He’s gotta lot of fight left in him, and someone has to keep him up and running.”

I chuckled, moving to the side of Sam as I waited for him to pull away from Dean. The two of them sat there in perfect silence, staring into the blankness in front of them. I could barely hear Dean’s breath through the wind that curved between the air around us.

“I have to go, Dean,” Sam said, turning to face them as they both sat on the edge of the empty road.

“I can’t do this without you Sammy, I don’t want to,” Dean said, catching stray tears with the back of his hand. He took his brother into a firm hug; it was as if he was holding him to Earth, and to life itself.

“I love you so much,” Sam said as he rested his head on Dean’s shoulder, Dean taking in a shuddered breath. Sam slowly pulled away from him, and stood beside me, trying his best to smile, “bye, Dean.”

Dean looked up at his brother, nose red and raw from the tears that coated his face, hiccuping as he failed to drown his emotions with a weak smile, not saying a word. He scooted away from the road, sitting himself up against the rails as he watched me and Sam walk down the bridge, and out of view.

I can’t say that I forgot that day, especially when I was called again for Dean. He lay on a hospital bed, his once dirty blonde hair replaced with silver tufts, complemented by wrinkles brought on from years of stories to tell, and different kinds of scars in new places.

He looked just as he did that day on the bridge when he came to stand by me, watching the woman beside him, hair just as gray as his, holding onto his hand. An anti-possession tattoo peaked out from under her long sleeve as she reached over to plant a kiss on his forehead, watching as his heart monitor ran flat. After a few moments of silence, nurses came into the room, looking over Dean’s body as the woman shuffled out of the room and walked through Dean and me with a shudder.

“Hello, Dean,” I said, smiling gently, preparing to lead him out of the room when there was a laugh from behind us. Two hands were placed firmly around Dean before I could realize who it was.

“You ready? We’ve got a lot to catch up on, you know.” Sam said as he pulled away from his brother, the both of them smiling like I’d never seen before.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #cannon divergence #au #alternative universe #supernatural au #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #destiel #dean and cas #deancas #Dean Winchester angst #angst #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #angst with reassurance #dean winchester fanfiction

[officialcherrypieold]

No one:

Dean Winchester: “dad is on a hunting trip and hasn’t been home in a few days…”

Me already knowing this shit is gonna start a years long obsession:

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean smut #supernatural smut #spn fanfic #sub!dean #bobby singer #john winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester #destiel #castiel novak #cas #castiel #spn 15x20 #deancas #supernatural cannon #writers on tumblr #pedro pascal #pedro pascal memes #rowena macleod #meme #dean x castiel #crowley #lucifer #lgbtq #long reads

[deancas-stabfest]

Laughter in a Corn Maze

Author: @castielafflicted Artist: @hectatess Rating: M Word Count: 5,804 Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Tags: case fic, hurt/comfort, torture, married destiel

Summary

Castiel and Dean stop for a quick case on the way to celebrate their honeymoon, but things go wrong very quickly. Soon, the only thing Castiel knows is how afraid he is.

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Stickers:

#deancas stabfest #deancas stab fest #stabfest 2023 #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #castielafflicted #hectatess #cannon of canon complicity #stab stab

[skyelights-xox]

I've seen people online celebrating huntlow becoming canon a month ago (already?) and like, this is exactly what they would have wanted. They'd be doing the same thing.

#huntlow becomes cannon and then beats destiel in a shipping poll like 2 weeks later #your faves could never #huntlow #winter toh #the owl house #owl house #toh #hunter toh #hunter noceda #willow park

[veekramsinha]

This should've been canon from both sides😭we were robbed

#Destiel #cannon #jensen ackles #misha collins #dean winchester #castiel

[kris-py-president]

Hey!! Castiel is a boykisser!!! He kisses boys!!!

#ignore that he never once kissed a dude in cannon #we dont talk about it #nor do we talk about #the pizza man #castiel #gay castiel #the gay angel #destiel #lgbtq #supernatural #cas

[passiveagressivepoet]

the first time dean and cas share a bed it feels like coming home for dean. it’s lovely but he’s also wildly conflicted. he feels like he doesn’t deserve this - rest, peace, companionship, and most certainly love. he doesn’t deserve the softness and intimacy of a true partnership, doesn’t deserve to wake up next to cas. cas who sits with him all night, cuddling and reading, even though he doesn’t sleep. he goes to bed with dean every night, can’t imagine leaving dean to fend for himself anymore against the chill of the night air or the nightmares. it takes years for dean to accept that cas is there, and he loves him for who he is. he isn’t weak for craving soft things, dean’s softness makes him stronger. cas loves how his eyes warm when dean wakes up and rolls over, sees cas holding him. he feels like someone, somewhere finally decided he deserves something good.

in reality he’s finally accepting all of the good that cas had been surrounding him with for years.

#ooop didn’t mean to write this #but just emotional about what being together and being domestic means #anywaysssss #dean headcannon #dean hc #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #destiel head cannon #destiel hc #my little funny writing

[didsomeonesaybuffet]

‘I love you’

Relief washed over him and tears fell from his ocean blue eyes as the admission that had haunted his heart and his mind - his very soul - for so long finally burst free. He took a step back, waiting to be taken. The truth brought him joy like he’d never expected, though it was tinged with fear, a trepidation he’d expected but which was not welcome. Any second now he’d be snuffed out. Nothing but a painful memory for those who knew him. But the darkness didn’t come.

He opened his eyes as rough but gentle hands graced his neck, hands he’d dreamed about and longed for, always ever so slightly out of reach. He looked into the green eyes suddenly level with his own, his breath catching in his throat. His hands shook as he raised them to the waist of the man before him.

Any second now.

They stood frozen, and wondered if it had happened without him realising, surely he couldn’t be any happier than this?

Dean’s lips grazed his cheek, and Cas would later swear he heard stubble scratch against stubble like a match being struck, igniting a spark in his lower belly which burst up through his chest and into his shoulders, making his arms tingle and his whole body tremble. Or maybe it was Dean who was shaking. They were so close now that it was hard to know for sure. Dean’s familiar scent of old books, leather and the hint of whisky found its way into Cas’ mind, quieting all thoughts.

‘I love you, too.’ He whispered it so quietly against Cas’ lips that he could barely tell if the words had been uttered at all.

Cas had little time to ponder this, as Dean’s lips pressed against his, softly at first, and then hungrily - neither sure how long they had left, how many kisses could they fit into the mere seconds that remained?

They held each other close as they sunk to the floor, laughing desperately against each other’s lips, whispering their love over and over, finally free from the burdens of secrecy.

They slept there that night, and laid in contented silence until well into the next day, Cas’ trench coat providing a thin layer of familiar warmth. After the silence came the murmured conversations, more ‘I-love-you’s and some ‘why-didn’t-it-work’s that were quickly pushed aside. Then Dean rolled over to face the Angel - his Angel - and then began their afterlife.

For the first few days there was a near feverish passion, each making up for all the times they’d stared intently at the other at all times - trying to remain professional, trying to ignore the pull to kiss the lips that spoke, the jaw that tensed, the brow that furrowed. They either had all the time in the world or none, and they made a nearly silent agreement not to waste another moment.

The weeks that followed saw them begin to relax into their life together. Dean’s rings found a place on Cas’ bedside, and antiques were bought with a future in mind. Dean would lie on the Angel’s chest as he read, falling into the deepest slumber he’d ever experienced, and Cas would close his book, keeping a mental note of the page Dean had lost to sleep before flicking off the light and holding him close for the night.

Months later, they’d almost forgotten the nearly-end of Cas, but Dean still saw a dark, faraway look in Cas’ eyes sometimes, before the Angel realised he was being seen, and the corners of his eyes would crinkle into that warm and loving smile Dean had fallen for all those years ago. Still they relished every touch of hands as they drove down leaf-lined streets in the changing seasons, every soft moan in the middle of the night. They each lived for the way that the dying firelight graced and accentuated the contours of the other’s body, or the way the moonlight picked out the silver hairs beginning to work their way into their temples.

They held hands over breakfast, kept bees, and grew vegetables to make soup. They watched Sam’s family grow from afar and adopted the little grey cat that wandered in through the back door one sweet, summer morning. They were known for giving out the best Halloween candy, and grew an extensive library of horror, sci-fi and romance novels, though Dean swore he had no idea where the lovey dovey shit came from. Still, he read them on the porch, his feet in Cas’ lap as the sun set on the horizon.

Occasionally, on evenings like this where the air smelled sweet and his fingers danced across Dean’s temples in the dying light of a memory of sunset, Cas looked up at the sky and wondered if he really had been taken that day. Maybe he’d gone to heaven by mistake. But then that honey-like husky voice would drag him back to reality with a single question: ‘what’re you thinkin’, about, sweetheart?’ And he’d answer nothing, and hold Dean’s hand a little tighter, glad he’d mentioned loving him all those years ago. Then Dean would melt into his chest with a sigh, and all would be right in the world for another starlit night.

#if there are typos it’s because it’s the middle of the night and this shit was keeping me awake #anyway I fixed it #this isn’t an au it’s cannon #destiel fluff #things that definitely happened #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #supernatural #deancas #cas #spn

[beehope]

Ok people pls tell me if a fic like this exsists:

- Sam and Cas fake date to make Dean jelous

-Dean drives himself crazy cuz ofc he wont approache them

-Dean almoust kills himself in the process of getting rid of his fellings

-Sam and Cas finally realise whats going on

-And telling Dean the truth

-End doesnt really matter (even if its angst)

Pls and thank you

#supernatural #destiel #its cannon #fanfic #dean is bi #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester

[mysuperwholockcorner]

Carry on my WAYWARD sooon there’ll be peace when you are- oh wait. It says here in tiny font that this has to be sung in Spanish. Why is that?? *distant muttering* oh. I guess people can only be gay if they speak Spanish???? That’s a wierd rule to have. Uhhhh can someone translate this to Spanish for me?

#supernatural #destiel #it’s only gay in Spanish #carry on my wayward son #spanish #i think im hilarious #please accept me into the fold o glorious supernatural fandom #destiel is cannon (in Spanish)