#destielau

[hearme-out]

For the love of god, could someone please link a destiel fic based on Sweet Home Alabama. 🤞🏼💚💙

#supernatural #destiel #castiel #deanxcas #dean winchester #jensen ackles #fic #destiel fic #destielau

[akhuna01]

Whoever can guess which beloved epic DestielAU I'm revisiting (again!) gets a cookie, and a special place in my heart!

#supernatural #destiel #spn

[lizleeships]

It’s MerMay and also happens to be the birthday of one of the most magical imaginative and lovely people I know, so I thought some sushi smooches were in order. Happy birthday @malmuses! 

(You can read A Fish Out of Water here if you’re interested in this wonderful merAU!) 

(Please don’t repost) 

#destiel #mer!Cas #destiel fluff #destielAU

[deathlybonez]

DEANCAS FBI AU, long

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27210889/chapters/66467767

plot below ⇩ BETA READER WANTED

PLOT:  Years ago, Dean had to retire from the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI and is now filled with self loathing.

When the criminal that caused him to retire resurfaces, the Unit Chief, Jody Mills, finally agrees to having Dean back in the office. 

At the BAU, he will meet his old acquaintance Castiel that, to Dean's surprise, is also working as a consultant for the FBI.

There's also something that the chief, Jody, promises to reveal regarding Dean's father and his past.Something that Dean has left behind, but that Sam has never given up on.Dean will, once again, be forced to deal with the consenquences of John Winchester's actions,but this time it could turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

LOOKING FOR A BETA READER

#DEANCAS #DESTIEL #destielau #fanfiction #angst destiel #deancasff #destielff #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel novak #fbiau #beta reader #beta reader wanted

[mimecud]

Fenrir!Castiel 

#destielau #castiel #fenrir #misha collins #my edit #ragnarok #mythology #nordic

[moonshadecastiel]

So I have some AU fanfiction ideas that I would love to write but I just can't right now. I have two big stories (one with *gasp* original characters that I actually want to publish one day) that I feel like I can actually commit to but I'm not going to get anywhere with them if I keep writing these AUs...maybe I'll write them one day, but just not anytime soon. Feel free to write with 'em, I'm just putting them here so I can go back to them when I'm ready.

▪︎Thumbelina Destiel AU where Dean is the fairy prince and Cas was born from a flower. The Supernatural twist is that he's an angel but he just thinks he's a little person.

▪︎Inuyasha/Supernatural AU (I won't be surprised if not a lot of people know about Inuyasha, my FAVORITE anime. This anime is SO long so I don't even know how I'd write this) So I'm thinking Sam as Inuyasha, the half-demon, Eileen as Kagome, the school girl that finds herself in the feudal era, Jess as Kikyo, the priestess, Dean as Miroku, the womanizing monk, and Castiel as Sango, the demon slayer. Dean and Sam would not be brothers for the purposes of this fic...I might actually make Sam Kagome...I'm not sure

I swear there was more...oh well

Possibly more to come :)

#destiel #supernatural #au #destielau #doesanyonewatchinuyasha #supernaturalcw #deanwinchester #samwinchester #castiel #alternate universe #fanfiction

[sabriel-ravenking-brekker]

Promise

Cas sucked in a deep breath, blindsided momentarily by the realisation of what Dean intended to do. Michael was smirking knowingly now, Dean was standing bravely, a look of steel on his face. 

“Dean...”

“We would have a chance,” Michael finally answers Dean’s question.

“Dean!” Cas took a step towards his hunter.

“We have no other choice Cas, Lucifer has Sam and Jack,”

Cas meet Dean’s worried, green eyes. He loved those eyes, they reminded him f life itself, and it hurt him to see even more pain in them.

Dean swallowed thickly, “I’m sorry Cas, we have no other choice.” 

Michael was watching their exchange with interest, but Castiel didn’t care because at that moment dozens of unsaid words flowed between the hunter and the angel as their eyes stayed locked. 

‘I love you.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘I’ll be back, I promise.’

Cas deflated, “just, come back with them, okay?”

Dean nodded. “Cas I-”

Cas gives him a pained smile. “Yeah, I know.”

Dean relaxes, “I’ll see you soon Cas.” Then he turns to Michael. “Yes.”

A bright light fills the room, and when it fades, Dean was gone. 

Cas felt a heavy feeling in his heart, but he was glad that he didn’t have to see Dean’s eyes tainted by Michael's evil.

“Please come back, Dean.” Cas murmurs to an empty room. 

Oh, how his life had changed from when he had once been an Angel of the Lord. Powerful and distant from the human race. Then he had met Dean and finally learned to see just how corrupt and derailed the angel’s had become. 

Over the years Dean had taught him humanity, the meaning of family and, without realising it, love.

Because Cas knew, without a doubt, that he loved Dean as much as a once angel of the lord could.

So he sat down heavily on the steps in the bunker and waited for Dean to return, all the while feeling like he had lost a chunk of his heart.

Then, in a split second, he could physically feel a change in something. He could no longer feel Dean’s soul and feelings that ould call from him even if he were halfway across the globe. 

He felt Michael take over and buried his face in his hands with a feeling of fraught.  

‘You promised.’

#Destiel #supernatural #spn 13x23 #why do i do this to myself #destiel angst #destielau #spn au 13x23 #dean winchester #castiel #dean x castiel #deancas

[molotovjelly]

….what is she planing..? 

Handwriting On The Wall

Story by ; DaydreamDestiel

ART BY: skyhighjelly  (Peanutbutter-jelly-fish)

READ CHAPTER 11 here      <————

finally the next chapter! çwç yeee, I’m sorry I’m always so slow!  BTW the pose is from a erina figure from food wars ;) 

#pbj's art #destiel #destielau #spn #supernatural #fanfic #collab #fae!au #daydreamdestiel #lilith supernatural

[superbangpiece]

Animal - Destiel Vampire!AU

Source: SPNHoffen 

Please check these videos out! They are absolutely amazing and the editing is fantastic!

#destielau #destiel

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

I WRITE TOO MUCH. I PROCRASTI-WRITE.

I WRITE TOO MUCH. I PROCRASTI-WRITE. BECAUSE I CAN'T WRITE WHAT I SHOULD WRITE, AND I WRITE THIS KIND OF ONESHOTS INSTEAD. A REALLY CLICHE PLOT FOLLOWS:

"-and this jersey sucks too!" Dean groaned, into the phone, not even coming close to the end of his rant about the 'NJ Hunters', his new team. True, Benny - Dean's college friend - was captain here, and a few of his old friends were here too, but he'd gotten completely accustomed to being a one of the 'Kansas Eleven'. As Sam had told him over the phone, 'NJ Hunters' were kind of the best college level baseball team - the little bastard was clearly only trying to make Dean better, but okay - yet he couldn't help but feel weird here.

John Winchester, even when dead, could make Dean's life terrible. His 'death wish' as Dean liked to call it, had been to see his son attend the New Jersey University. More like, play for the NJ Hunters. No, it couldn't have been Kansas, or Texas, or Missouri. It had to be New Jersey. But Dean didn't want the ghost of that man angry at him.

Charlie replied with something about how she thought their jerseys were the cutest in the League. Of course she'd say something like that.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Are you kidding me? They're green! We look like stupid interns at an environmental law agency! And the names are written in freaking red! My highschool jersey was better than this!" As he spoke, he paced about the room, looking at himself in every mirror around the dressing room. "Plus, it makes my ass look fat."

Charlie laughed, and Dean would've went on about how he couldn't get his lucky jersey number because someone already had it, and had been in the team longer and given first preference, but something interrupted him. It sounded like the shuffling of feet. Four hours before the match started, Dean was surprised to see anyone there. His new team was practising in the arena, and not everyone was allowed in. Security was kind of a priority. He turned on his heel, to examine the new person standing in the doorway.

As his eyes fell on the man, he felt them linger without warning. He traced his eyes up to the his face; a squarish jaw, with a-day-old stubble sprinkled along the chin which could've been carefully elaborate, or messily unkempt, with broody deep-set blue eyes and a hint of a smirk. His gaze fell back onto the man's person, as tall as Dean, and at the black Henley hugging his lean torso and biceps; those looked like a lot of time at gym. He opened his mouth to say something witty, but was interrupted by the intruder.

"Your ass looks quite flattering in those." He spoke quietly; and Dean was speechless. Not only was the man's voice the deepest baritone Dean had ever heard, but his words, and the hint of a foreign accent, edging at the S's, had Dean stumped. The man added, in his heavenly rich voice; volatile and striking. "If you don't mind me saying."

Dean was shaken out of his reverie instantly. He squinted his eyes into a disapproving scowl. "What do you think you're doing here?" He hissed.

The man, stuck to his spot, gestured with his chin at Dean's phone, ignoring Dean's question completely. "You didn't end the call."

Dean glared at the strange man, as he muttered, "I'll get back to you, Charlie." He heard a chuckle, and a, "Go get a home run, Green!" back, as he hung up, and thrust his cellphone into his back pocket. He looked at the man again, pointedly, and repeated. "So, what are you doing here?"

"My team plays here, today." He repeated, in the same unaffected tone as before.

"You're a Snow Angel?" Dean smirked, pleased at himself for paying attention to Sam's personal pep talk before, on how to irk up the opponents.

"It's Shore Seraphs, and I'd pay more attention to us if we were you. We thrashed your team at the last encounter, though you were probably not there, Green." He replied, and Dean raised his eyebrows, warily.

"So, you've been listening in?" He didn't like hearing his team did bad, though it wasn't exactly his team just yet.

He shook his head. "No."

"How would you call me that then-" Dean paused mid sentence; his meaningful smirk betraying the response he was about to deliver. He started afresh. "Well, for the last time, what are you doing outside our dressing room?"

"I was unaware that it was prohibited." He even proceeded to shrug his shoulders, his head tilting slightly to one side. "If it's trespassing, I'll leave."

"Okay, big-words, lemme make this easier for you." Dean frowned slightly. "Were you here for a little footsie before football?" The latter's expression of confusion was genuine. Dean ran a hand through his hair, in exasperation. "Did you, you know, come here to meet with one of my teammates?" The word was alien on Dean's tongue. It'd always been 'guys' or 'brothers' in Texas. He wasn't gonna call people he hardly remembered names of, 'his hunters'.

"No." He replied, simply, with almost a blank face. "I don't want to 'meet' with any of your 'teammates' for whatever reason." He used air quotes in the most ridiculous manner. Dean could've chuckled.

"Well, then, did you come here to listen in to a few game secrets of our team?" Dean frowned deeper.

"No." He didn't even look offended; more taken aback. "That's not fair play. And I knew your team wasn't here."

"Okay," Dean rolled his eyes once more. "Did you want an autograph then?" He flexed, and smiled flirtatiously.

"You?" He blinked. He extended his hand to Dean. "Oh, you're different than I'd imagined, Kane."

Dean glared in return, not comprehending if his deadpan was serious or joking. "I'm not Kane, obviously. Look, normal-sized hair and beard."

"Then I wouldn't be looking for your autograph." He had the courtesy to smile, but added the snide comment nonetheless.

"Why don't you just come forward and say it? What are you doing in our dressing room?"

He contemplated it for a moment, and then replied in an exceedingly plain tone. "I came here for the hamburgers."

Dean's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"Hamburgers." He repeated. He turned halfways, and jutted his chin out towards the cafeteria. "Hamburgers." He repeated again, affirmatively.

"And I'm supposed to believe you?" Dean asked, incredulously.

"Of course." The frown was back. "Your cafeteria has better hamburgers, and I like hamburgers."

Dean didn't even have it in himself to roll his eyes. "Do you even hear yourself?"

"I can prove it." He smiled, all of a sudden, his entire face lighting up as his eyes crinkled into a surprisingly warm expression. Dean felt a want to mirror it, but kept it reined in. "We can have a hamburger here and then one at the cafeteria outside my dressing room. You'll understand for yourself." As if offended lightly by Dean's bland look, he added. "I'll pay."

"They're free, smartass." Dean replied unthinkingly. He later realised, that he was here for the first time and had no idea if they were free or not. He hoped his little trivia would hold true, because he'd spoken it with much conviction, and it would make him look foolish if the man called his bluff.

"They're not free on the other side." He said, singularly, looking dissatisfied.

"Well, it's our home ground." Dean beamed, proud of himself now.

His face darkened. "The pitch won't react the same way." He spoke - they were supposed to be parting words - and turned on his heel.

Dean, stumped at the abrupt end to the conversation, trailed after him, thoughtlessly. "So, you really only came here for the hamburgers, huh?"

"How would lying to you help me?" The frown was deeply set now.

"Well, okay, I take it back." Dean defended. "So, the date offer still stands?" It was supposed to be a joke, but the latter stared at him seriously, turning completely

"I never expressed romantic interest in you."

"And by date, what I meant was, me accompanying you on your hamburger foot-safari?" Dean replied, disgruntled. In his own defense, he quickly added. "Because, in any case, I don't play for the other side."

"You're not interested in guys?" His eyes were questioning.

"Not really." Dean smiled blandly, through the lie. Though it's college, and I'm experimenting, and I swing both ways considering the fact that I hooked up with a guy yesterday. "But what I meant, was the other side! The opponent team. Your team. Shore Seraphs."

"Okay." He smiled slightly. "I'll go."

"What about your hamburger?" Dean asked, wondering why it felt to a part of his brain to be sort of a last-resort to make conversation with this strange man who stumbled into his dressing room and was now walking out of his sight.

"There's still four hours to go. Screw the cafeteria. Your home ground better have a delivery service." This time, it was definitely a joke. Dean smiled unhesitantly, nodding uncertainly.

"I'm Dean, by the way." Dean called, thoughtlessly.

"Hello, Dean." He replied, in place of his own name. Dean swore under his breath at the stupifying awesomeness of the response, staring for unusually long at the retreating figure with the confident stride and pacing gait.

Maybe he'd be a pitcher - He Walked Like One - and Dean would hit him for a home run. That'd be great.

No, scratch that, that'd be fucking perfect. Maybe he'd get the guy to admit defeat, then.

Dean strived, silently, to pay attention to the eyes of his opponents in the match, so that he could search out blue ones, which for the next four hours, would dominate his thoughts.

Strike One.

(@but-for-the-gods-three-days How does this look?)

#supernatural #oneshot #notgonnatag #destiel #fanfiction fluff destiel #sports #destielau

[lovemelifeplz-blog]

Boyfriends, Remember? (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/xSweJ2CqqL In an attempt to get Castiel's family to stop setting him up, Dean agrees to pretend to be Cas's boyfriend for an evening. But when circumstances force the boys to continue their fake relationship, can they continue to deny their feelings for one another? Also, when a mysterious danger appears in their lives, can the boys survive it while trying t…

#fanfiction #castiel #deanwinchester #destiel #destielau #spn #supernatural #books #amreading #wattpad

[multifandomed25]

So Destiel Jurassic Park au is canonly possible now? This is the best news of my entire life

#i need fanart #and fanfic #supernatural #supernatural season 13 #supernatural spoilers kinda #destiel fic idea #destielau #destiel

[lizleeships]

The other half of @c-kaeru ‘s truly excellent AU because I had no choice at all in the matter

#destiel #destiel fanart #destielAU #deancas fanart #castiel #c kaeru #I can’t draw undercuts to save my life #pouty boi

[wheniwrite28]

some destiel for 17 from the prompt ask

17. “Ignore me, I didn’t see anything”Castiel x Dean Winchester

“All metal rusts”

When Castiel bought his car from some punk kid in a bad neighbourhood, he was desperate. How are you supposed to handle a new born on foot and manage a job. So desperate times call for desperate measures.

Cut to five months later, he has been to Singer Salvage at least 10 times which feels like a whole life time and is on the first name basis with the mechanic.

He wonders if Dean.l can recognise him with his car rusting away and jangling of metal, and maybe his footsteps. He could swear that he turns before even Cas can say something.

This is the 11 th time, his car broke down while dropping Claire with his brother Gabriel. He fails to see how does one have a night job as a baker, but Gabriel assures him, that all night bakeries are the craze these days.

Gabriel winked at him, so he doesn’t know if it was for his amusement or his brothers.

Right now he is beyond embarrassed but the salvage yard is mostly empty for it being a Thursday. Dean is bent down, looking into a car and he can see some satin peeking through. It might be pink or red. It could be ruby. Because Castiel feels like a deer caught in front of headlights and Dean turns.

To save both of them the embarrassment, Castiel clears his throat, “ignore me, I didn’t see anything.” But he has seen things. He has seen how Dean’s ass kind of looks like framed in satin panties.

Dean doesn’t know what to say, other than the blush that matches the panties. “Mr. Novak, I didn’t see you there,” he murmurs. He has yet to move form the hood of the car.

“Yeah, sorry to startle you,” Castiel is moving forward, but then steps back.

“Where is your death trap now? Are you sure you don’t want to get new wheels, that car has eaten more money than you bought it for,” Dean doesn’t want to think about what Mr Novak has seen. He won’t go there.

Castiel is still flustered and can’t unsee what he has seen.

“I don’t know if I can afford that,” he moves forward, just to see Dean more clearly, can he make out the shape and type. Does Dean sleep in them? These are all he questions that he wants the answer to.

“How about, this time I make it on the house and you can relax?” Dean gives him a mischievous grin.

“That would be too much trouble, but I know you are stubborn,” he directs the answer when he sees Dean trying to interrupt him and tell him what friends are for. Does he want to be friends with Dean, not anymore no.

“How about I get you dinner and we can it even then?” He sees Dean’s eyebrow shoot up and he is apprehensive.

“I thought you would never ask.” And he moves towards Castiel’s car to look inside the hood and maybe Castiel gets to see what inside Dean, or how far those satin lines go.

***

Castiel has answers to question he never even asked, Dean looks beyond sexy when he is wearing satin, he does wear them to bed, they fit him like they were his. The panties make Cas incredible horny for his husband, yes, they are married for one year, after dating for two years before. Seeing that was the best day of his life.

#destielau #prompt #fluff maybe #I tried #sorry I have flu #destiel #dean cas #deanxcas #destiel fic

[thedeanbichester-blog]

study!date

there were so many things dean would rather being doing at that moment than study the american revolution. sure, he loved history class - dudes fighting other dudes, blood, gore, empires - and sure, he knew loads about the revolution itself - like “did you know that john adams didn’t like the title of ‘president’ because he didn’t think foreign countries would take it seriously?” - but dean was, in the simplest definition, a distracted teenage boy.

it wasn’t like he had to pay much attention in class anyway. school wasn’t his thing. he didn’t like to brag, but he already knew most of the stuff he was learning in school. he didn’t want to come off as some kind of pencil pushing, douche bag though. so instead, he spent that fourth period american history class staring at a one castiel novak.

sure, he’d never admit it out loud - just like he’d never admit how intelligent he truly was. but your own thoughts are safe as long as they stay there, right?

he’d stare at the back of cas’ neck, losing himself in those greased up black sex-god waves, or the faded leather jacket, or those piercing blue eyes that’d occasionally glance back at him, causing him to divert his eyes anywhere else as he hid his blush.

his system was working perfectly..

until..

“Class, for your semester final, you’ll be presenting a project with a partner about the events that lead up to the american revolution,” mr. harrison told the class that day, finally catching dean’s attention. “since this semester we’ve been focusing in on the inner workings of the revolution, and the seeds that lead to it, I want you to pick one event that lead to the revolution, and present arguments for your case with a partner..” 

a collective groans spread throughout the class.

“i know, i know,” harrison groaned mockingly. “keep your pants on, it’s about to get worse..”

“i want you to choose a partner who you haven’t talked to in this class much yet this year. if you stay with your friends, you won’t get different perspectives on the subjects - not to mention, you probably won’t get shit done..” he added, earning mutters from the class. “i will approve the partners, so if you bullshit me, i’ll bullshit you right back..”

          this was all part of the reason dean didn’t broadcast his smarts - he knew people would try to take advantage of it, and use him to get a good grade. he watched as the students, looked around aimlessly for a partner, as he dodged a couple glances trying to make eye contact with him. he sat on the top of his desk, as he swung his legs, watching as people partnered up. he honestly didn’t care to much who he partnered up with, although he might have one preference in mind--

it wasn’t as if it was a far fetched idea. dean and cas had had classes together for years. they weren’t best friends, but they would talk, and joke occasionally. although, they would be unlikely friends from the outside looking in. everyone saw dean as a social, smart ass golden boy, and they saw cas as the quiet, yet badass leather jacket wearing kid who--

“dean,” cas spoke firmly, breaking dean from his thoughts.

“huh?” he uttered dumbly.

“i said your name at least a dozen times,” he informed dean, without humor yet without frustrated.  “wanna be partners?”

“yes - yeah,” he stumbled over his words, as he swallowed, nodding his head. 

cas smiled softly, as he dragged his fingers softly across dean’s open notebook, which lay next to him. “you’ve got a lot to say, don’t you?” he observed, as dean blushed feeling vulnerable.

“depends on what I’m talking about,” dean said quietly, as he felt his breath caught in his throat, unsure of what to say. he felt a lull setting in, as he forced words out of his mouth to fill the silence. “my place, tonight at 5?”

“yeah,” cas nodded, his tired eyes giving dean an unsettlingly calm look.

                                                     ***

“because i said so, sammy,” dean growled at his brother, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.

“what’s your deal?” sam snorted, throwing the pillow back, as he plopped down on the couch, kicking his feet up. “you always let me stay when jo, or benny, or your other friends are over..”

dean pushed his feet off the table, licking his lips softly. “it’s for a school project. now, move it before i kick your butt, green bean.”

sam rolled his eyes, before a look of realization passed over him, causing him to stifle a laugh. “oh, i get it,” he smirked, crossing his arms.

“what?” “it’s a girl, isn’t it?” 

dean bashfully yanking his brother up from the couch, pushing him in the direction of the stairs. “shut up, sammy. if you don’t get your ass out of here, i’ll tell mom you--”

dean’s empty threat was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. the boys looked from the door, back to each other, before racing towards it. sam beat dean by a second (which dean would swear was just because of his green bean legs).

sam swung open the door, quickly covering a look of surprise when he found cas at the door, instead of a girl. the 14 year old nuance flashed him a smile. “you must be dean’s friend, I’m sam--”

dean flashed him a look of we’ll-settle-this-later, before appearing by his side at the door. cas smiled down at sammy, making dean feel a rush in his stomach. “hello sam,” cas said in his rough, yet soothing voice. “i’m castiel.”

“that’s a cool name, is it--” sam began, before dean pulled him back from the door by his collar.

“he was just leaving,” dean quipped, glaring at his brother, as he nodded towards the stairs. sam sighed, rolling his eyes once again, before heading upstairs to his room. “i’m sorry about him..”

“no worries,” cas said, still standing in the threshold, before dean realized.

“oh!” he exclaimed. “you can - uh - come in..”

cas smiled, entering the foyer, as he pulled his signature leather jacket (the one covered in dozens of pins by the breast pockets) from his chest, as dean snuck a peak at his back muscles. dean smiled shyly, as he lead cas into the living room, where he took a seat on the couch, dropping his jacket near the edge.

“your home is lovely,” cas observed in a genuine, and adult voice.

“thanks, man,” dean tried to stay casually, though it came out as forced. he cleared his throat, hesitantly plopping down on the couch next to cas. they’d never been this close before - dean could smell his surprisingly sweet cologne. it smelled like the mountains, full of snow, and rushing water, and wildflowers. he needed to focus.

“so, for the project, i had an idea that we could have our subject be the enlightenment era..” dean said softly, as cas sat quietly listening, waiting for dean to finish. “i think that all those philosophers, and deep thinkers really planted the seeds for revolution by..” dean paused as he looked up from the rug, meeting the unusual look in cas’ eyes. “what?”

“nothing,” cas said unwavering. “i just knew i was right..”

“about what?”

before cas could answer, the sound of running up the steps interrupted. dean whipped his head around, to see a flash of brown locks, and long legs running around the corner. “damnit, sam..” he muttered softly.

cas laughed. “i understand,” he spoke turning towards dean on the couch. “i’ve got five siblings.” 

“five?” dean awed.

cas nodded. “yeah, i’m the second youngest. the oldest are the twins - michael and lucifer - and then my brother gabe. then there’s me, and my little sister anna. it gets pretty crazy at our house sometimes..”

dean felt a longing in his chest to ask him more, but he didn’t want to pry. his curiosity got the best of him, but before he could say anything, cas’ eyes widened. “no way,” he grinned.

“what?” “you like armor lee and the weekend warriors?” cas’ voice perked up, as he crossed the living room to the CD rack in the corner, his slender fingers picking up the CD. “I’ve never met anyone else who likes them..”

“yeah, me either,” he said, as he walked over towards cas. “my best friend jo is kind of a music geek. she takes me to all these random live shows in the city..” dean explained, as his words suddenly became effortless. “we ended up going to one of their shows at this awful dive bar--”

“St. Joseph’s, right?” cas said gently. 

“yeah, how’d you know?” dean asked in surprise.

cas ran a hand threw his tossled dark hair, grinning gently as he stared down at the CD. “well, i used to live in the city, and i had this group of friends. we used to hang out there all the time. i still try to get out, and see them, and they ended up taking me to that show.”

“wow,” dean awed, thinking about the fact that they existed in the same spaces before they’d even met. he wished he could have met cas sooner, not that he’d be willing to admit that. 

“wow, indeed,” cas smiled, making intense eye contact with dean, that filled the silence for much too long.

“well, i ended up actually liking them..” dean stammered, as he cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets. “jo listens to the weirdest crap, but i actually like this specific weird crap.”

cas snorted softly, which dean assumed was his way of laughing. dean rubbed his arm gently, as cas’ eyes lingered on the CD, before putting it back. “it’s funny, how things just end up happening sometimes, isn’t it?” cas vaguely questioned.

“yeah,” dean said in a rather distant voice.

                                                      ***

weeks had past, and they’d finally reached the end of the project. the presentation was tomorrow, and all that was left was to do the final touches. but that presentation was the last thing on dean’s mind.

dean’s fixation on cas had gone from infatuation to a full-blown crush in a matter of weeks. he hungered to learn more and more about cas; he considered himself lucky to know it, to know him. and he already treasured the things he’d discovered -

how cas loved to cook, and how his family had lived in paris for a year

oh! and how his father was a writer, and his mother was a photographer, which meant they moved a lot. which, is how he’d ended up living in paris.

how cas wanted to be an artist, “mostly sculptures or something three dimensional” as he’d put it, but didn’t broadcast that part of himself. his art was for him, and dean respected that.

how cas loved 80′s punk, but thought 70′s hairbands were cliché and cheesy, which broke dean’s heart (but he constantly made an effort to change cas’ mind).

his favorite movie was dead poet’s society, though he preferred books. he’d read anything, and everyone - whether it was in french, english, or one of the other five languages he knew. 

his favorite color was ever changing, naturally because he was an artist, but he leaned towards cerulean because he had a lot of nightmares as a kid about cerulean horses who would chase him. he was terrified of elevators, and loved spring. he preferred cats over dogs, and tea over coffee. 

even though he was technically born in massachusetts, he didn’t consider himself from anywhere. he traveled too often as a kid, and he liked it that way. he considered himself a nomad.

he wanted to go to some fancy art college in paris one day, but he was also considering art schools in chicago, and new york, and london. 

but more than anything, dean discovered that cas was the most annoyingly interesting person on the earth, and even more so that dean was so annoyingly interested in him. 

but dean had promised himself that he would stay away from cas. cas was just so..unapologetic. dean could never be that way. he hardly even let himself treasure these things about cas in his mind. he’d nearly had a stroke, the first time cas casually mentioned he was gay. 

dean did his best to put it out of his mind every time their hands would brush when working on their visual aid for the project, or when cas would intently watch dean’s face as he spoke, or even that one night when dean showed cas star wars for the first time (”I still can’t believe you’ve never seen it! we have to watch it!”), and cas’ arm rested on the back of the couch, and dean swore he even felt cas’ fingertips softly touch the back of his neck once or twice.

although, on the last night before the project, dean didn’t think too hard about the fact that he’d spent 20 minutes combing his hair before cas came. or the fact that he’d told his parents that they could go out on a date night that night, hoping that maybe he could ask cas to stay for dinner - just the three of them (including sammy, who had grown incredibly fond of cas over the past couple of weeks - though not as fond as dean, as sam would tease).

dean grinned to himself, as he heard the doorbell ring. he heard sam open the door downstairs, as he heard the two of them muttering softly, only catching the “he’s in his room” part of the conversation”. dean quickly sat on the edge of his bed, pretending to be reading the random part of his notes that he’d flipped to, as cas entered.

“am i interrupting?” cas asked politely, as he entered dean’s room. dean looked up, trying to keep his composure, as he stared intently at cas - he was wearing a white dress shirt, with black slacks, dress shoes, and a blue tie that made his eyes stand out even more.

“no,” dean replied with his mouth hanging open, as he pushed his notebook aside. “what’s with the get up?” dean cleared his throat, trying to play it off.

cas set his backpack down near the door, shutting it gently. “oh, my dad had a dinner thing for his new book..” he explained, pulling his binder from his backpack before domestically sitting down next to dean on his bed.

“what’s it about?”

“the book?” cas questioned, raising an eyebrow. “what isn’t it about?” he spoke with passion. “what is any story about? revenge, justice, friendship, family, love, turmoil..” “okay, hemmingway, i meant the plot..” dean teased gently slugging his arm causing cas to grin.  “it’s about two lovers,” he said gently, as he faced dean, making dean’s heart race. “they meet at the most inconvenient time possible - as they always do - in the midst of a war.”

dean hung on his words as he set his binder on the bedside table next to him.

“one of them is a soldier for one side, and the other is a royal on the other side. one night, while the soldier is posted in the other country, and the royal sneaks out, they meet, and it’s love at first sight..” cas said dreamily, chewing his lip, as he stared back at dean. “they’re pulled apart by the war, and politics, and loss..and it’s about them finding their way back to each other, and the war that keeps them apart.”

“do they get a happy ending?” dean asked, entranced.

“i guess you’ll have to wait, and see,” cas winked. he fucking winked. 

“that’s not fair!” dean laughed, tugging on cas’ arm. “i need closure! i need to know that they’re okay! i need to know what happens with the war!”

“then you’ll just have to pick up a copy when it comes out,” cas quipped. 

“that’s cold,” dean snorted.

“it’s like my father always says,” cas smiled, leaning towards dean a bit, as his eyes flickered in watching him. “’any story is only as good as the courage of the characters in it,’. if they want to be together, they can’t let something like a war stop them.”

dean didn't realize how close the two of them were sitting until he felt cas’ breath tickle his nose. he couldn’t move, he refused to. “why’s that?” he asked, longing just to hear cas’ voice.

“well..” cas spoke gently, as his voice grew quieter. “if they want it so badly, it has to be greater than anything; greater than their fear, greater than their loyalties, greater than their worries. it has to be so worth while for them, that everything else falters in comparison.”

“have you ever wanted something that badly?” dean heard himself asking, as his eyes rapidly studied cas’ face - eyes - lips - lashes - cheeks - lips. before cas could answer, dean stole his words away, as he quickly pressed their lips together. he quickly pulled back again, the illusion broken.

he felt ashamed. he ruined everything. he let out a soft break of his breath, trying to muddle together an apology. before it could be released, cas crashed their lips together with force, and passion.

dean’s nerves were on fire, as he kissed back in disbelief. one of cas’ hands flew to the side of his face, cradling his jaw, as they deepened the kiss. dean’s hands flew to the front of cas’ dress shirt, crumbling his shirt in one hand, whilst the other fiercely gripped his tie, pulling him forward. dean felt the cold creep in under his shirt, as cas’ hands gently touched his skin before lifting him on to his lap, leaning back towards the bed frame for balance.

suddenly, the door opened. “hey, do you guys wanna order--” sam began before looking up from his phone, as the two ravaged boys flew apart on to opposite sides of the bed. dean staggered, accidentally knocking his binder from the bed side table.

sam laughed softly. “do you guys wanna order pizza? mom left us $20, and i was thinking--”

“yeah, whatever,” dean mustered a reply, as he blushed, refusing to make eye contact with his brother. “don’t you know how to knock? get out.” he said, ushering him towards the door, before shutting it behind him.

cas looked up at dean with wide eyes, before the door opened slightly behind him. “by the way, congrats guys. glad it finally happened,” sam snorted, before dean slammed the door in his face again.

dean blushed, pressing his back to the door, as he watched cas smirk at him, before running a hand through his disheveled hair. 

“i could go for pizza,” cas said casually, as he stood up from the bed.

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