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dogwood-designs · 2 years
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Always thinking about this episode
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superwholockednico · 2 years
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All of season 5 is just the writers thinking of weird ways to handicap Cas's powers 😂
Every damn episode he's in they have to think of a creative way so that he won't just fix the issue and Sam and Dean will have to. At this point it's funny.
Like in My Bloody Valentine when his body suddenly gets hamburger cravings and so he can't fight the horseman Famine? Dude his vessel is fucking dead why would the body be hungry? (And angels don't need to or care to eat.)
In the Song Remains The Same when Cas gets comatose for a few days from overexertion from time traveling with Sam and Dean. Huh???
In Changing Channels when the trickster/Gabriel duck tapes Cas's mouth and kicks him out of the show.
In I Believe the Children are the Future when the kid turns Cas into a Minifigure.
Sorta doesn't count but when Cas was a stoner orgy dude in The End.
Like come on whatttt. I want more Cas and I want Cas to be released at full power. Or at least... not be wacked off for Dean Sam family time every episode.
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lonesome-dreamsss · 4 months
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his handprint may be burned into your skin but it's still the gentlest touch you've ever received.
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bloodydeanwinchester · 6 months
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making cas a dad was one of my favorite things that supernatural ever did. like, that angel was NEVER meant to be a dad and yet he was such a good fucking dad. he was so dad shaped from like mid s12 and onwards. perfect dilf material. he had no idea what he was doing but he was filled with sooooooo much love that it made him a great dad anyway.
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backroadboy · 1 month
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listen...
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xbloodjunkie · 2 years
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idc early seasons supernatural had absolutely insane aesthetics. loud ass classic car. trunk full of rosaries and weapons. everything shaded in green blue tones. religious imagery. daddy issues. early 2000s. endless forests and winding roads. diners and chunky laptops. motel walls covered in articles and newspaper and string. leather jackets and zippos. flip phones. spn got worse cause she left her era.
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drulalovescas · 9 months
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Castiel's perpetual mood since 1901
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kalopsiadaemon · 1 year
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This is how that scene in 4.22 went right?
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anteroscastiel · 9 months
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I was just think that, what if, in maybe season 5, Cas picked up on how a man's wife or girlfriend kiss them goodbye as a send off to a war usually. And maybe Cas decided to kiss Dean goodbye one time and, Dean made a joke about it and maybe said A pat on the back would've done fine, and that's all that comes of it because kripke thought it would be funny.
Then, maybe, skip ahead to season 12 or 13 and it still had never been brought up because it was just a joke, a bit. And maybe Dean and Cas are alone in the bunker kitchen, sharing a beer and Dean says, I'm thinking about 2010. And Cas says Why and Dean says Remember that time you kissed me goodbye? and Cas says Yes that was very embarrassing for me, and Cas thinks of leaving because he's not ready for this, he'll never be ready for this he thinks. And theres a bit of silence before Dean says I think about that a lot. And Dean is not looking at Cas, he's just staring at the counter, and Cas doesn't say anything. They finish their beers and Cas says Me too. Dean goes to bed and Cas goes for a drive and maybe he cries a little and maybe Dean does too because they know they won't bring it up again, at least, not for a long time.
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unhinged-jackles · 6 months
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spn2006 · 1 month
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i dont have the autism that makes you a math genius but i do have the autism where you could show me a screencap of any episode of kripke era supernatural and i could tell you not only what season and episode its from but also whether or not it was shot on film
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SUPERNATURAL SEASON 5 EPISODE 4: THE END. My beloved Supernatural Season 5 Episode 4: The End. You and your sexual tension and your, "woah, you're not you, not now you," and your, "me and him? It's a pretty messed up situation we got going," and your, "what? I like past you," and your, "you're gonna send your friends through the meat grinder? Cas too?" and your, "never change, Cas."
YOU and your two Deans who pissed off one another and fought. Your 2009 Dean who brought up Cas dying and it's the only thing that made 2014 Dean look away like maybe he couldn't keep up appearances for too long lest he cracked. Your destiel and your proof of Dean's growing love for Castiel. I love you Supernatural Season 5 Episode 4: The End!!!!!
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nhyhu · 6 months
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Some art I made for DeanCas Big Bang!
Everyone go read the fic here it's sooo good and when my partner fist send it over i literally could not wait for the rest of it hahah
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hells-plaid-angel · 3 months
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Dean had the lung capacity of a deep-sea diver. After years of holding his breath as he drove through tunnels, he'd honed the skill, only gasping for breath when the Impala's windshield broke through the darkness and into the light. The habit had formed as a child but lingered into adulthood as most childhood fantasies did.
As a boy, his father raised him on superstition. If you made a wish when the world was swallowed by blackness and you could hold your breath until the end of a tunnel, that wish would come true. Over the years he'd wished for a hundred stupid things. He'd wished his mother was still alive, that he lived a normal life or that a pretty girl would look his way. He'd wished his father had been the one who'd died in the fire. He wished he didn't feel that way.
Once Dean had blacked out in the backseat of the Impala when driving the I-90 through Boston. He'd come to with Sammy squealing like a stuck pig and John Winchester cursing like a sailor. For the next year, being in Massachusetts made him feel light-headed.
Kids and old men are similar in their love of rituals. Dean was no longer a child, but he wasn't ready to call himself an old man. The ritual had changed over the years, but at its heart, it was always the same.
Dean found his new ritual each night he woke from a nightmare. That night, he found himself in the bunker. The image of his hands covered in blood lingered in the darkness of the room. He held his breath wishing for the dream not to be true. He only breathed when he switched on the lights and found his hands clean. In his dreams, Cas was always dying.
The nightmares weren't helped by the fact that the angel had died, numerous times. His sleep-addled mind took time to sort fact from fiction. Had Cas come back this time?
Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that death didn't always stick. Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that the universe liked to make him suffer. Both statements were equally true.
In the nightmare, Cas had died in his arms. He'd awoken, held his breath, switched on the lights and choked out a breath, which sounded suspiciously like a sob. When the drowning feeling reseeded he found himself exiting his bedroom, searching for the object of his nightmares as a drowning man searches for land.
Dean would never admit to himself he was looking for Cas, but the knowledge was there. There were many things Dean knew but wasn't ready to admit.
Dean found the angel in the library of the bunker, absentmindedly flicking through ancient texts and Sam's collection of trashy fitness and lifestyle magazines indiscriminately. A heavy weight on his chest dissipated. Cas looked up at Dean's sharp inhale. He could breathe again.
"Hello, Dean," the angel greeted, as though he were late to some prearranged meeting.
"Morning, Cas," Dean spoke, for lack of a better topic of conversation. He collapsed into the seat beside Cas.
"It's currently 3:15 a.m. and the sun isn't scheduled to rise until 5:25."
"Thanks for the weather report, buddy," Dean griped. His tone lacked the usual exasperated edge he used when Cas said something that struck him as particularly alien, which was often.
"How are you, Dean? You seem... unmoored."
People in the twenty-first century didn't use words like 'unmoored'. Dean knew exactly what Cas wasn't saying. Dean seemed upset. If there was one thing Dean didn't cope well with, it was being anything less than 'fine'. They were experts in each other's pathology, which would always feel strange. Dean wasn't used to being known.
"Can we talk about something else?" Dean had been working on the concept of denial. However, avoidance was fair game.
"If I'm going to be staying here long term, I want to buy better magazines," Cas stated, tossing the magazine haphazardly. He'd been staying for longer than usual. Dean kept feeling like he was holding his breath, waiting for the angel to disappear.
"We can drive into town come morning. Need to clear my head anyway."
"You haven't been sleeping well," Cas observed, his eyes shifting their attention to Dean. The blue-grey eyes said more than his words. His eyes were an ocean to an inexperienced swimmer. Not everyone could read them. Dean could. There was something more to them. A strong rip beneath steady water. There was a storm raging beneath the surface.
"It's creepy that you've noticed that," Dean remarked.
"You haven't been very quiet."
Dean wondered how much Cas heard. Did he talk in his sleep? Did he call out Cas' name in the night? Had the angel heard the moments of weakness where Dean had let himself muffle sobs behind his hand?
"This isn't changing the subject."
"I've been changing the subject all week. Evidently, it's not working," Cas' voice was resolute.
He and Dean shared their stubbornness, which always led to unproductive stalemates. They were two bucks with their antlers interlocked, starving and trapped in their own idiocy.
"The thing about being human, Cas, is that things don't magically just get fixed because you want them to." Dean rebuked.
"I'm aware, but have you actually tried to fix it?"
They were fighting. Why were they fighting?
"Talking never really solved much in my line of work. You know that."
"Is this about work?" Cas questioned.
They hadn't had any difficult hunts in weeks. Cas knew it wasn't about the job. He wanted Dean to know he knew.
"It doesn't matter what it's about. That's not the point. You don't get it." Dean felt the truth pushing its way up to the surface.
"Then help me understand."
"The problem —." Dean began before he felt anger or frustration choke the words from him.
"The problem is you keep dying."
He'd expected Cas to baulk at the confession. Dean wasn't one for sharing fears or feelings. What he hadn't expected was the look of horror that settled on the angel's face.
Dean scowled and scrubbed at his cheek, quietly cursing himself when his palm pulled back wet. Over the years, he'd gotten good at crying quietly. He hated that he was able to hide it from himself. Men didn't cry. Dean didn't cry. It was a lie, not so much a superstition, but a fable. A story he told himself.
"Dean I — I didn't realise my death... affected you so much. I apologise for the oversight," Cas spoke slowly, as though deliberately choosing each word with care.
How the hell could Cas not know his death, every goddamn one, hurt Dean? Cas was family.
"Yeah, well, I pegged you for a lot of things, Cas. Stupid wasn't one of 'em. So just... Be careful. I'm going to bed," Dean mumbled, praying for a quick exit.
Cas grabbed Dean's arm as he passed, stilling him. Dean felt the restriction return to his throat. He held his breath. He wished Cas knew what he meant without having to say it out loud.
Neither man spoke. The silence stretched long and loud between them. Cas clung to Dean's arm like a dying man to a life raft. For his part, Dean was just trying to stay afloat. Slowly, almost imperceptibly so, Cas' palm slid down to hold Dean's hand. Dean let him, which was as good as a confession.
There would be no confessions. A confession implied guilt, something that Dean had in droves, but not about Cas. It wasn't a lie so much as it was a fable. If a story was told long enough it became history.
He and Cas were still in the dark, biding time between apocalypses. He wished that when they finally found themselves in brighter times, there would be no need for confessions.
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fluffsnake · 1 year
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(probably 3am)
'Hello, Dean. Something came up on angel radio blablabla'
'Look Cas, you know how much I love our little 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔, but some of us actually need to sleep.'
'But Dean, pillows don't t--'
*THWUMP*
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wigglebox · 9 months
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Uncensored 💡❕
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