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castieldelamancha · 6 months

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"Dean?"

And Dean doesn't know what to make of the tone in the voice calling out for him.

"In the kitchen, Cas." He calls back, keeping an eye on the tomato sauce he was in the middle of making.

He hears Castiel entering the room, "you okay?" He asks, without turning around.

"I turned on my phone." And that something is still there, in his tone, something quiet and fragile, he sounds a bit choked up.

"Okay." Dean replies, slowly, wondering where this is going. "Something happened to it? We can get you a new one."

"You texted me."

Dean decides the tomato sauce can burn for all he cares, his grip on the wooden spoon he was using to stir it tightens.

"He doesn't quite know what he is feeling, it's not shame, he thinks, he just had forgotten about those texts. It feels a bit silly now.

He clears his throat, still not turning around, "I guess I did, yeah."

is this you?

The text says.

Then a picture of a small bird, a colorful starling, staring right at the camera. Head slightly tilted to the left.

"That guy over there landed on my hood, and it was staring at me, in that unnerving way," like it was trying to tell him something, Dean was desperate, like it knew him, Dean felt so lost," it wouldn't leave, guess it was tired or something." He shrugs. "It's pretty fucking stupid, I know." The bird ended up leaving, joining the flock waiting for him up in the sky, leaving Dean behind, staring at him until his eyes couldn't find him anymore among the other birds heading south.

There is another text, from that very same day, sent just a couple hours later.

i miss you.

He never texted Cas again, after that, didn't make any sense, it took him a bit longer to stop praying to him. Even if he knew his prayers could never reach him where he was, that darkness would have never allowed the tiniest spark of light to reach its twisted insides.

Strong arms wrap themselves around his waist, and he can feel Castiel's forehead pressed against his shoulderblade. It's tentative, the way he moves, like he thinks Dean will tell him to step back, he is testing the unknown waters they are navigating together now.

"Dean."

"It's fine Cas, really."

He gets some sauce in the spoon, lifting it over his shoulder, "here, try this." And Castiel does, humming thoughtfully, allowing Dean to distract him from the matter in hands.

"It's really good." He says, resuming his previous position, leaving Dean to quietly turn off the stove and put a lid over the sauce.

Dean turns around, putting his own arms around Cas, who rests his head on his shoulder.

"I would have found a way to see you once again if I had been able, I hope you know that."

Dean nods before realizing Castiel can't actually see them, he has to talk, through this heavy lump in his throat, "I know." He hushes.

Dean decides then that, as impractical as it might could be, he would very much like to stay right here, holding Cas close. He rests his cheek on the top of his head and he has never been hugged like this, for so long, so tenderly. Cas hasn't either, Dean doesn't need to ask to know, and that makes him hold on even more tightly.

Dean can't help but smile dopily at the way Cas sways them side to side, from time to time, as they stand there, intertwined, in the middle of the kitchen.

"Dean?" His tone is lighter now, like he can breathe again.

"Yeah?"

"Did it really remind you of me because of its unnerving staring?" There is no heat or offense behind his words so Dean laughs lightly.

"No, of course not, maybe just a little bit."

It was the color of its feathers, actually, because he pictured Castiel's wings when he saw them.

He doesn't say it out loud.

He can't, there are many things he can't say yet, he isn't ready yet. But Castiel understands, Castiel would wait a thousand years for him if it was necessary.

Not only in that bird did he see Cas. He saw him in the most beautiful sunsets, in the brightest stars.

He doesn't say it out loud.

He moves back a little instead, making Castiel move with him, but now allowing him to move back any further, keeping them tangles in this neverending embrace, he leans in, questioningly, Castiel crosses the distance that is left between them, kissing him.

#destiel #ficlet #vanessa writes ✨#long post #post s15

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stargazedwinchester · 28 days

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Angel Girl | Dean

Summary: Dean learns you're not human, but an angel.

Requested here! Thank you! Let me know if you want a part 2! Felt like I could write this forever but obvs had to end it at some point lmaoo

Word count: 1,299

Taglist: @rowenalovee @amythedoctor @girlsforpjm @chaospossum @take-it-on-the-run, @themidnightwitch44 @linkthetrashgoblin

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Dean's love life has always been rocky, from casual dating to raunchy hookups with the girls he finds at the local bar and waking up the next day simultaneously enjoying and regretting his life choices. He's never settled for anyone and the relationships he's had over the years have almost always ended on the wrong foot.

Until he met you.

Castiel had introduced you both whilst Cas had made an excuse of hearing your prayer over an issue that made him realise you're not quite the person that needed help, of course, because you were different.

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Dean wakes up in a cold sweat, his heart beating 100 times a second. His eyes scan the room to ensure he's awake and not in a dream state. He takes a deep breath, before propping himself up in bed, looking over at his bedside table and checking the time. 5:24 AM. "God damn it," He sighs, placing his head in his hands, hunching over. He rubs his stubble to try and wake himself up. His fern-coloured orbs meet with the ceiling.

"God, just give me a break." He whispers, resting his forearm across his eyes. "Please let me sleep." He huffs, attempting to relax before sleeping again. The sound of large wings echoes the room, and Dean refuses to move his arm. "Cas, get out." He shoos, waving his spare hand.

"Hello." A sweet voice appears, making Dean jump out of his skin. He reaches for his gun and points it at the figure standing at his door. Fear takes over his face, his eyes enlarged and his mouth slightly agape.

"Y/N?" He asks, his face reading multiple different emotions. "How did you get here?" He stumbles, his thought process is jumbled right now. His gorgeous eyes meet yours, then you look down at the floor.

"I heard your prayer."

"M-my prayer?" He lays his gun flat on the bed, his gaze unable to move away from you. You nod.

"It's universal... You pray to God and angels can answer." You smile at him, yet he remains confused. "Y/N, you're an angel?" He questions, gradually getting up from the mattress. You assume that he already knew, maybe Cas had told him prior but Dean chose to not say anything about it. The surprise from Dean surprises you. "You didn't know?" You say softly, and Dean shakes his head. "I thought Cas would have told you, but that's okay. I guess there's much to talk about." You chuckle lightly. "Yeah, we do."

You tell Dean that you'll be back the following day to answer all of his questions, and allow him to return to bed so he can go back to sleep.

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You arrive at the bunker, the early morning Kansas sun beaming down onto the back of your head as you let yourself in. You walk down the stairs and meet Dean in the kitchen who's cooking up breakfast for himself. "Hey Dean," You greet, showing him a friendly smile. You stand next to the counter as he turns around and faces you. "Hey Y/N. You didn't zap in today?" He asks, scraping scrambled eggs and bacon onto two plates. "No, I wanted to seem more... normal. Human, I guess. Did it work?" You ask, a gleam in your eyes. "Yeah, I'd say so." He starts, reaching over to the drawer where the cutlery is kept. He passes you a plate, a knife and a fork. "Y'know, I was thinking last night..." He says, leading you over to the dining table. "I want to show you how to act more human. So..." He slides the plate in front of you, the steam travelling up toward your face, the smell engulfing you.

"I thought we could start with you trying food. Here," He passes you the cutlery in the correct hands. "Dig in." He finishes, piling his breakfast onto his fork and bringing it to his mouth. You attempt to do the same, but much slower. You bring it up to your mouth, allowing the food to sit there in your mouth for a few seconds. You swallow, Dean watching your every move. "See? Not so bad is it?" He chuckles lightly, and you smile at him. "No, it's quite enjoyable. The flavours are quite foreign." You say, lifting another forkful.

You have both finished your breakfast, Dean's crack at trying to help you has definitely helped, but he's not done yet. He suggests that you both take a night to yourselves to catch you up on the most iconic movies.

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"I had an idea of watching a chick flick for tonight," He almost shivers at the idea. "Just this once. Then we can watch Star Wars." He says, and you laugh at him. "Dean Winchester watching a movie made specifically for teenagers... I never thought I'd see the day." You chuckle, and he smirks at your quick comment. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with a chick flick every so often." He admits, switching the TV over to something very close to Netflix, but is borderline illegal. Upon choosing Wild Child, you both sit back, remaining quiet throughout the whole movie.

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The movie finishes, and you glance over to Dean, who's sound asleep sitting up, his arms are crossed and one leg is resting over the other. Despite being an angel, you can't help but feel something warm and fuzzy ignite in your chest, a feeling of adoration and... something else you can't quite put your finger on. He shuffles, and you nudge his arm gently. "Dean," You whisper, trying to not startle him. He groans, his eyes flickering. "Dean, the movie has finished." You shake him again, and he rapidly sits up properly. "I'm awake." Dean rubs his eyes, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He stretches, his arms above his head. His t-shirt rides up a little, and you can't help but glare. He rests one arm above his head, and the other beside you on the sofa.

Dean reaches for the TV remote and searches for one of the many Star Wars movies. "So, how'd you like that one?" He asks with his gaze upon you. You nod. "It was good. I can see why it's so popular." You smile, a gentle look on your face. He grins at you, nodding his head. "Can't say I've seen it many times myself," He clears his throat, searching for 'The Empire Strikes Back'. "Dean, I know when you're lying." You add, scanning his face. "What? No I'm not," He chuckles nervously, avoiding any eye contact with you. "Yes you are, I can feel it. Your weird behaviour is offputting."

"Offputting? That's rude." He jokes and the movie auto-plays. The intro to the movie startles you, and Dean laughs at you. "That's really loud." You huff, and Dean relaxes an arm around your shoulders. "It's okay. That's the only loud part of the movie." He adds, shuffling closer to you. "Now, this is one of the best Star Wars movies they've ever made," He starts, and you allow him to ramble about the context of the movie and which actor plays what character. You sit and stare at him whilst he has his rant, his passion for something has really intrigued you like no other.

Everyone will always have a say about supernatural beings and how they differ from humans, how the stereotype that angels are typically full of wisdom and forgiveness. But for you, wisdom is the need to know the true forms of the Winchester brothers, especially Dean. Something about him and the need to aid other people except himself has always bewildered you.

Hoping that this will help you bring him closer to you, you'd just about do anything for that to happen.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #spn imagine #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester spn

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dykeydean · 3 months

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okay but can you imagine. post 15x18, jack brings cas back. but time doesnt pass as linearly or as slowly for jack because hes capital-G G-d, so its been years. maybe 5, maybe 10, doesnt matter. dean has a house now, maybe even a family, and hes cooking breakfast and suddenly theres a voice behind him and he turns and cas apologizes, because its been so long, dean, how could i leave you for this long? and dean doesnt know how to react but he remembers every word, of course he does. of course he prays every night. of course the time doesnt matter.

#do you see my vision #dean grieving and mourning for *years* for cas to finally come back #after dean gave up hope of ever having him again #after moving on the best he can #cas returns.#jesus #destiel #ezra posts

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deancaskiss · 2 years

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it’s always easier to confess at night.

it starts when dean prays to cas for the first time. it’s pitch black outside, and somehow that helps. somehow that makes the words easier. because, shit, dean didn’t think this was going to be so difficult. that it would feel like admitting he had faith- had trust- in a being he didn’t even know he fully believed in. but cas was- and when had castiel suddenly become cas? dean didn’t know- different. cas was different. there was something about the angel that dean felt like his soul was reaching out for.

“cas, I need you.”

dean doesn’t realize how many of his confessions are spoken at night. how, over the years, he finds ways to tell cas all the important things, but only in the cover of the darkness. only when the depth of the dark acts as a blanket of reassurance to cover the bubbling nerves that are writhing underneath the surface. the next confession is over the phone, late one night as cas is driving and dean is at the bunker, head resting on the library table as his eyelids grew heavy.

“cas, come home.”

it wasn’t deliberate. or maybe it was. okay, yeah, it was. something about the dark made dean feel safe. the monsters they hunted crept through the inky blackness of the night, and somehow that’s where dean felt most like himself. felt like he could be whoever he wanted to be. it’s dark as he and cas finish cleaning up from the hunt; both of them circling around the impala together as their arms brush against each other and an electric spark of something unspoken darts between them. dean’s hand reaches out, reassured by the darkness of the night sky surrounding them. his fingers loop around cas’ wrist, pulling cas closer until the angel is sharing the same breath as him. until they’re pressed against each other and dean can just barely see the silver glow of cas’ grace glinting in his eyes. and dean wants it. wants it so badly it aches in his chest. the darkness fuels him with courage.

“kiss me, cas.”

in the darkness of their room, dean can feel cas’ fingers dancing over the skin of his hip as they lay together. dean closes his eyes, letting his head rest on cas’ chest. there’s something about this; something about the way the dark has always made him feel safe, but cas makes him feel safer. and now he has both. this confession dancing on his lips has been trapped in his chest for longer than he can even comprehend. reaching out, dean trusts his instincts to trace the outline of cas’ face in the dark. slowly, dean leans down and presses his lips against cas’; smiles as he feels cas’ hand on his hip tighten as the angel kisses him back. in the comfort of the dark, dean whispers his confession against cas’ mouth, until it sears its way into cas’ grace, his soul, his entire being.

“I love you, cas.”

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disasterpenguin · 20 days

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@angelkissesdean gave me permission to be a little bit unhinged and wants to hear about my 16 plot for spn

So in my version of supernatural s16 it's going to involve Claire a little bit more than spn ever has before (because i love her and they can try to take my funky lil lesbian from my cold dead hands)

Claire helps Sam bring Dean back, and then informs them that she has a plan to bring back Cas since she has some of his grace and somehow she and Sam fuck up the spell and get thrown back in time and instead of trying to figure out how to get back home right away she convinces Sam to stay so they can both learn to be MOL and have better ingredients for spell work

A few months go by for Sam & Clair (in the span of just a few episodes, maybe like 3 or 4?) and they learn that since Claire was Cas's vessel for such a short period of time that she doesn’t actually have enough grace to trick the Empty into thinking a vail of the Grace to replace Cas but Sam remembers that Cas had another vessel about 100 years ago and they go time hopping again which catches the attention of Jack, who is informed of Claire's plan to bring Cas back & says he'll help if he can but he doesn’t wanna interfere too much ((Dean is just stress cleaning in the future, for him it's only been a few hours, Jack pops up to tell Dean what's going on and to hangout because he misses his dad and he has to tell Dean how cool he thinks Claire is)) once Sam and Claire get back with a vail of Grace they have to figure out how to get into the Empty, Jack informs them it would be easier if they had Death to open a portal

An argument breaks out about summoning a reaper just to kill them and "haven't they done enough fucking around with the cosmos" before Claire has enough and sneaks away (Jack follows) and she summons a reaper and informs them about how if they die they'll become the next Death and the reaper agrees because "it's difficult job without a boss and Jesus please just do it and I'll open that portal free of charge for a full 24 hours when you're ready" and bada bing bada boom they have a deal and Claire goes back to tell Sam and Dean and then has to deal with their disappointed dad & uncle faces

Claire and Sam make a tracking spell/potion/ compass thing that'll lead someone to Cas's body in the Empty they just need to decide who's going and Dean declares it's going to be him or no-ones going at all, he was already dead so if he gets caught it's not like anyone will lose something that wasn't already lost, Claire's too young, Jack is god, Eileen is pregnant (because obviously she and Sam are endgame 😤😤) and Dean just "has to be the one to do this, he couldn't save Cas before but he has a chance to try now" and Claire calls the new death who opens the portal for Dean and says "you have 24 hours before the portal closes for good so make it snappy"

Dean steps through the portal and is wearing the Grace vail compass that'll lead him to cas (it gets brighter the closer to Cas he gets) and it's a few hours before he finds him and now he has to figure a way to wake Cas up, so he sits down and puts Cas's head in his lap & starts to pray to him, about how he's sorry he couldn't save him, how he regrets that he couldn't speak to Cas once he realized Cas was planning on sacrificing himself- how he felt like he couldn't breathe, how much he missed him and hearing the words "I'll watch over you" & the Grace compass starts to heat up and Dean takes it off only to realize Cas has opened his eyes and is looking at Dean in pure wonder and they just stare intensely into each others eyes before the Empty starts to shake because "why is this bitch awake again" and Dean is like "Cas we gotta go we can talk about this once we're back home but we gotta go now" and Dean grabs Cas's hand and they start running (leaving behind the Grace and Dean hopes that that'll be enough to trick the Empty) and they get back with time to spare and Jack shuts the portal and everyone gets a hug because "holy shit it worked! We did it"

Once everyone is done having celebratory hugs, instead of talking about their feelings Dean grabs Cas's face and kisses him and says "i love you never fucking do that to me again i mean it Cas you can't keep doing this to me, if this didn’t work I don't know what I would've done" and Sam who's been expecting this for fucking ages goes "you would've stayed in the empty." And they invite everyone over for a back from the dead party and Sam & Cas & Dean & Claire start up the Men of Letters and start creating a better network for all the new & old hunters and everyone gets their happily ever after

((Ps idk how to get Crowley back but like. I'll figure that out eventually))

#I'm so sorry that took over an hour to get out but we went to dinner 😭#supernatural #spn #season 16 HC

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michaelenscombe · 1 year

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The curious case of "How did you find me?" in S8, purgatory

Really, how did Dean find Cas?

Dean's answer to Cas' question "How did you find me?" is "the Bloody way." Yes, we all know Dean found Cas through torturing monsters, grilling them with the line "where's the Angel?" It's hot, it's cool, and what the writers intended was probably to show Dean's selflessness and loyalty towards his friend, for not giving up on looking for Cas even when he has a one-way ticket out of purgatory.

Let's think about the Watsonian perspective, however. Yes, think about what makes sense within the crazy universe of supernatural. Castiel ran off the moment he arrived at the purgatory with Dean because he wanted to protect Dean from the leviathans. "I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to-- to keep them away from you." Dean accuses Castiel of ignoring Dean's prayers ever since Castiel ran away: "I've been praying, Cas, every night." Dean has prayed to Castiel for a year, every day, and we know that Cas can hear prayers in purgatory (s15: "I heard your prayer.").

What makes sense from all of this is how Castiel managed to keep the leviathans away from Dean. If Castiel does not know where Dean is, Castiel cannot keep the leviathans away from Dean, he cannot stay "one step ahead of them" while simultaneously keeping them away from Dean if he did not already know that the direction to which he's leading the leviathans are a direction away from Dean, not towards Dean. Castiel, an angel of the lord, is a size of the Chrysler building. He's not the human vessel Dean sees him in. In purgatory, Castiel's real self exists by himself, which is massive. From Dean's prayers where Dean sheds information about his whereabouts and his future plans (For example: "I'm going north tomorrow to find you, Cas,") and from his own massive, numerous angelic eyes of his angelic form, it must have been easy for Castiel to know exactly where Dean currently was in purgatory. That way, Castiel can easily stay "one step ahead" of Dean and of leviathans, making sure that the two do not meet. That way, Castiel managed to hide himself from Dean's relentless seeking for a whole year. Simple. Makes sense. Great.

What does not make sense is that suddenly, all of a sudden, Dean finds Castiel. Castiel still wants Dean to be safe from the leviathans, and he still has the ability to run away from Dean wherever he is. So how and why exactly, when Dean started getting near Castiel, that Cas somehow suddenly did not know about it? How could Dean's basic human approach of torturing monsters for information and then walking towards wherever the monster suggested could ever beat Castiel's angelic abilities to see, hear and feel much far and beyond what Dean can do? Even without all the prayers and the angelic super-perceptive abilities, the fact alone that the massive being that is Castiel somehow did not catch Dean's footsteps as he approached near Cas does not make sense at all.

One hypothesis I came up with is this. Dean finds Castiel after he meets Benny. We don't know exactly how much time has went after Dean met Benny before he found Cas, but we do know that from the moment Cas meets Benny, he was, to say the least, wary of the vampire. The contempt and disgust when Cas denies being called Benny's "aunt" -- it seems quite uncalled for, especially when Cas just met him.

So what if the reason Dean found Cas was because Cas let himself be found? And what if Cas let himself be found, thereby risking Dean's exposure to leviathans, because he learned from the latest prayers from Dean that he was growing close to Benny? A little too close, maybe?

Cas, for an entire year, listened to Dean's prayers every night like a lullaby. He must have listened to them while his heart broke at how desperately Dean looked for him, how loyally Dean looked for him, knowing that the only way to keep Dean safe is to not grant Dean's wish. He must have told himself no, I cannot tell Dean the truth, Dean will never leave me behind if he knows the truth, therefore the only right thing to do is to avoid Dean at all costs, repeatedly, reminding himself the cause of his actions. And one day, Dean's prayer includes the name Benny -- Benny tells me I should sleep, but I can't just go to sleep while knowing that you're out there by yourself, man -- and it must have rattled Castiel, with worry (what friend can Dean ever make in a purgatory where there only are monsters?) and, as Benny appears in prayers more frequently and with more fondness, with jealousy. Who gets to be with Dean when I have to be away from Dean? Who is this Benny, who gets to protect Dean and watch over Dean while he sleeps and gets to earn Dean's gratitude for it? Who is this monster who somehow wormed their way into Dean's heart while Dean is resenting me for leaving him behind, for betraying him with Crowley, for not listening to him about being pseudo-God?

It just makes everything so seamless. Cas let himself be found because Dean's recent prayers include Benny a little too fondly which leads Cas to experience a moment of weakness in his resolve to keep Dean away from him. Cas, not wanting to reveal his possessiveness to Dean (for many reasons), fakes his surprise to being found by Dean. The moment he sees Dean, he glances at Benny warily, and he cannot hide his hostility against the vampire although they technically just met.

Cas, as expected, finds that Dean refuses to leave Cas behind; he also learns that Benny is not an evil creature (Benny saves Cas from a leviathan even when it would be more beneficial for Benny that Cas dies.). Cas believes that he deserves to be left in purgatory. Therefore, even though Cas let himself be found by Dean in a moment of weakness spurred by jealousy, as he finds his cool and reassesses his situation, his plan readjusts, with the same conclusion as before -- to stay away from Dean, to not let himself be found by Dean. Benny proving himself to be a decent being possibly let Cas feel okay about letting Dean go with Benny without Cas protecting him from the vampire.

Gif & image credit: @carveredlund and @imeaglejd

#deancas #destiel #deanbenny #castiel #dean winchester #benny laffite #benny spn #spn #spn s8 #purgatory #purgaytory

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deancaspinefest · 1 year

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My Body is a Cage

Author: electric_dragons | Artist: Ephemera Posting on Thursday March 23

Since he was twelve years old, Castiel has been cursed: he drains and eventually kills any living thing he touches. To keep the outside world safe, he’s voluntarily isolated himself in the relative safety of northern Minnesota. But even if he wants to avoid the world, the rest of the world doesn’t want to avoid him. After a kidnapping attempt by the King of Hell is thwarted by the Winchester brothers, Cas must work diligently to keep his secret safe, lest he be slaughtered like all the other monsters the brothers hunt for a living. i.e. Cas has powers like X-Men’s Rogue, and it breeds all sorts of trouble.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“Hey man, you okay?” Green. The speaker’s eyes are green, and full of worry. Also, he’s gorgeous — magazine cover gorgeous, all freckled tan and ropy muscles and golden hair. The man wipes blood off the serrated blade in his hand, then tucks it into his belt — practiced movements. “Here, let me help you,” the golden man mutters, kneeling down to loosen the knots at his ankles. “Dean?” the taller boy calls, shotgun slung over his shoulder. “Yeah, Sam?” the man replies. Dean and Sam, why does that sound familiar... “We got all the ones left, but Crowley’s gone. He must’ve abandoned the fight before it even started.” This man — Sam — is still attractive by conventional standards, but he’s softer somehow. Maybe it’s the mane of glossy hair. “Dammit. He’s slipperier than an eel.” Dean finishes with his legs and moves around to unbind his wrists. He tries to angle his hands away to prevent any skin-to-skin contact; it wouldn’t do any good to accidentally kill his rescuers. “What’s your name, man?” “Um,” he mutters, unsure whether he’s about to be saved or smote. These are clearly hunters given their prowess and familiarity with Crowley, but are they hunters that know what he is, or do they think he’s human? The rope falls away from his hands, finally. “Hey, we don’t bite.” Dean circles around to offer him a hand up, mouth quirking at the side. Oh god, his smile. The universe is extremely unfair for gifting an already breathtaking man with a smile so dazzling. “Castiel,” he answers, standing without touching Dean’s outstretched hand, ruing the disappointed look that flashes across the man’s face. He waits, praying that his name doesn’t ring a bell to these two. “Castiel, huh? Your parents hate you or something?” Castiel doesn’t know — his parents didn’t raise him. “Maybe,” he muses, taking a few tentative steps to test whether or not there’s any lasting anesthetic in his system, concluding that he will remain upright if he walks. Dean shrugs, dropping his hand as he tracks Castiel’s stilted movements. “Well, anyways. Sorry to meet you under such shitty circumstances. By the way, I’m Dean Winchester.” Winchester. Dean and Sam Winchester. It all clicks, and his brief sense of relief goes up in smoke. Like he has every day since he was born, he curses his terrible luck.

[continue reading on Ao3 on Thursday March 23]

#Destiel Fic #Destiel Art #Destiel Fanworks #DeanCas Fic #DeanCas Art #DeanCas Fanworks #Pinefest Previews #2023 Dean/Cas Pinefest #Author: electric_dragons #Artist: Ephemera #canon universe #mutant!Cas #touch-starved Cas

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goldenraeofsun · 2 years

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Day 5: A Perfect Disaster

The throbbing in his head wakes Dean up. He groans and turns over in bed, away from the sunlight attempting to sear his eyeballs through his eyelids. Every muscle in his body hurts. Christ, he’d forgotten what hangovers as a thirty-something did to him.

And Cas, normally the voice of reason, was all too happy to match him, drink for drink.

Before each new round came to their table, Dean kept thinking he’d wake up with maybe a mild headache and some nausea. A totally fine price to pay to keep the two-man party going. He’s such an idiot. It’s been a decade and change since he felt that good after drinking that much.

But why not go all in? He was back in Vegas, and he felt younger than he had in years, not thinking about work; not thinking about how he hasn’t been in a relationship in two years; not thinking about how full-time lawyer Sammy doesn’t need him anymore.

The last time he went this hard was the Winchesters’ last sacred annual pilgrimage to Vegas. That morning, 26 year-old Dean woke up single and ready to mingle and hit the tables by noon sharp, while Sammy prayed to the porcelain gods and regretted all his life choices.

32-year old Dean squeezes his eyes shut, just trying to breathe.

Oh, shit.

He doesn’t smell the crisp, hotel-friendly scent of newly-washed sheets. He smells sex.

One of his legs mostly hangs off the right side of the bed, so he tentatively feels around the other side, his stomach (not entirely metaphorically) lurching as he feels a warm, slightly hairy forearm beneath the covers.

Okay, so, he slept with a man last night. His ass actually isn’t as sore as it would be if he bottomed, so they probably didn’t go all the way. Probably too drunk.

Time to face the music.

Dean opens his eyes.

“Cas?” he gasps, his voice unexpectedly hoarse. He winces; he has always been pretty vocal during sex. God, if only he could remember it.

Cas’s eyes fly open. He yelps in surprise, does a full-body recoil, and nearly falls off the bed, but Dean tightens his hand around Cas’s upper arm and keeps him anchored.

“Dude, quit freaking out, it’s just me,” Dean says, trying to speak calmly while also trying not to throw up on Cas’s face.

Cas mumbles something along the lines of, “That’s what I was afraid of,” which can’t be right since Dean is his best friend, not a creepy weirdo with a fetish for computer system administrators who think bulky trench coats are the height of fashion. Plus, Dean’s a hot piece of ass. Cas would be so lucky.

Cas throws his free arm over his eyes. Without looking at Dean, he gripes, “Are you as hungover as I am?”

“Depends,” Dean says as he rolls over on his back in a poor attempt to stop the building nausea. “Do you want to die?”

“It depends,” Cas volleys back, “Can you do it painlessly?”

Dean’s temples pound like competing bongo drums. “Nope.”

“I guess I’ll live to see another day.” Cas shifts in bed, inching away from Dean, which, ouch. “So we slept together,” Cas says out of nowhere, since he never saw the reason in beating around the bush when he can barrel straight through it.

“Seems so.” Dean chances a glance in Cas’s direction, but Cas is staring up at the ceiling, not looking at him. “Do you remember it?”

“Flashes.”

“Same,” Dean lies. He grunts, half-raising himself onto his elbows. They’re in his hotel room, not Cas’s. “How about I get room service while you shower?”

Cas narrows his eyes. “Are you telling me I smell?”

“I figured you wouldn’t want to put on yesterday’s clothes over yesterday’s stink while doing the walk of shame,” Dean retorts, “but, if you want, I can kick you out, hog the shower, and eat all the bacon. ’S up to you, sunshine.”

Cas makes a scoffing noise as he pushes himself to a sitting position. “I can’t believe I forgot how much of an ass you are without caffeine.”

“Damn right. And proud of it.”

Cas's chuckle gets cut short as he raises a hand to his head. “You’re not the only one who needs coffee.” He gets to his feet with a groan more suited to an arthritic 80-year-old than a 35-year-old in the prime of his life.

Dean lunges for the phone, and thank god for room service speed dial. He orders two lumberjack platters.

From across the room, Cas makes a strange, strangled noise.

Goddamn peanut gallery. Dean flips him off without looking and orders an extra side of bacon for the Meat Man and a single cheeseburger for when the Hamburglar gets out of the bathroom. He hangs up.

“Dean.” Cas almost runs back to the bed.

Dean throws him a bemused look. “What now? Do you want a side of fries too? Or is my shower too good for you?”

“Shut up about the shower,” Cas says impatiently as he grabs a piece of paper off the top of the minibar. “Look.”

Confused, Dean takes the paper. Clark County, Nevada is stamped on the top right hand corner, with Certification of Vital Records in all caps at the top of the page. And on the next row down –

“State of Nevada Marriage Certificate?” Dean reads incredulously. His already-unstable stomach turns over at the familiar signatures at the bottom. “Is this real?”

Cas throws up his hands. “I have no idea! I’ve never gotten married before, and I’ve definitely not gotten drunk-married in Las Vegas before!”

“Well, I haven’t either –” Dean’s sentence stutters to a halt because he knows someone else who got completely shitfaced and hitched in Vegas. Someone who has his own notarized Clark County marriage certificate. Someone who Dean mocked endlessly about living the cliche.

Son of a bitch.

“This a perfect disaster,” Dean groans.

Cas’s mouth snaps shut, his face reddening. “It is?” he asks, and Dean has no idea how he maintains that imperious tone while this hungover.

Dean flops back down on the bed with a wordless noise that foretells a solid year of karma coming back to bite him in the ass.

Cas crosses his arms over his chest. “I wouldn’t call this a ‘disaster’.”

Despite himself, Dean smiles at the finger-quotes. “You sure about that, buddy?”

Cas scowls. “Annulments happen every day.”

Dean goes cold all over. “You want to get an annulment?” He has no idea what’s happening to his face, but it can’t be good, judging by the way Cas’s eyes go wide.

He’d always written Cas off as a possibility. They’d shared a few drunken kisses to ring in at least two new years, but they’ve never gone further than that.

And, sure, their friends joked about them being that old married couple, especially as Dean’s second year dragged on without any new girlfriends or boyfriends in the picture. Cas, of course, never had a significant other in the entire time Dean’s known him. But Dean always figured they meant his friendship with Cas was like a boring, sexless marriage of old geezers in their 80s.

Evidently not.

For one, Dean’s pretty sure he wasn’t the only one who jizzed all over these hotel sheets.

And B, Cas has always held his liquor better than Dean, and he's always been a bit anal about big life decisions. He spent a month deliberating over which new couch to buy. He weighed the pros and cons of this trip to Vegas for practically a year. Even three sheets to the wind, he wouldn’t have married Dean completely out of the blue.

Cas’s jaw practically drops to the floor. “You don’t want to get an annulment?”

Dean shrugs, his face heating uncomfortably quickly. “Haven’t given it a lot of thought to be honest.”

“Right,” Cas says, looking away. “In that case, we should definitely end it.”

“I mean, I’ve thought about us together,” Dean amends. “Just not, y’know, all the way married.”

Cas stumbles forward to sit on the side of the bed. “You have?” he asks, his voice weirdly hoarse.

“Sure,” Dean says, “Haven’t you?”

“Of course – I mean,” he backtracks in a calmer tone, “Yes, I have.” As Dean chuckles, Cas glares at him. “You are a very strange man, Dean Winchester.”

“All part of my charm.”

“I’d say so,” Cas says quietly. He picks up the marriage certificate Dean left on the bedspread and smooths it out to read it again. “Why did you never say anything?”

Dean purses his lips. “Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t think you’d react favorably to the news,” Cas says delicately.

“Same.”

Cas squints at him. “How could you possibly think that?”

“You don’t date!” Dean grabs a nearby pillow and hits him with it, grinning at Cas’s squawk of offense. “Every time I’ve tried to set you up, you’ve either bailed or cut it off after one drink saying you weren’t feeling it.”

“Of course I wasn’t feeling it,” Cas retorts as he yanks the pillow out of Dean’s hand and throws it to the other end of the bed. “Nothing I ever felt with them compared to how I feel when around you.”

It’s like Cas’s words light a miniature sun beneath his ribcage. Dean beams at him with a pathetic fraction of the heat crackling in his chest.

Cas taps the paper. “This could all be for moot, though. We’ll have to go to City Hall to confirm if it’s real.”

“We don’t need to do that,” Dean says grimly as he holds his hand out. Cas obligingly hands the certificate over, and Dean reaches for his phone.

Dean 10:55 Woke up and found this Is it legit

He attaches a picture.

“Who are you texting?” Cas asks, leaning in.

“Sammy,” Dean says shortly as he sets his phone back down on the nightstand. “He’s gonna go fucking nuts.��

Cas’s brow creases. “Why? Was he expecting to get married before you?”

Dean bursts out laughing, wheezing and choking on air until he gets his breath back.

“Not the case, I take it,” Cas says dryly as Dean recovers.

Dean wipes at his watering eyes. “As if,” he gasps. “Last time we were in Vegas, Sammy drank an entire bottle of tequila, ran into one of his law school classmates – one who had a gigantic crush on him – and took a long walk down a short aisle.” He grins at the memory. “He was Mr. Becky Rosen for three months before the annulment paperwork went through.”

Cas leans back until he lies on top of Dean’s legs.

“I’ve never let him forget it,” Dean adds wistfully. “So this,” he gestures between them, “is a fucking disaster, as far as I’m concerned. He’s gonna lord it over me forever, the jackass.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have made fun of him so often for one drunken mistake.”

Dean snorts. “You try selling any older brother that shit.” His phone dings, and he triumphantly shows the screen to Cas.

Sammy 10:59 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

“He’s still gonna be bringing it up ten years from now,” Dean says mournfully.

“Well,” Cas says, twisting in place to stare at him, “Ten years would be our first big anniversary, so that’s more than understandable.”

“I had no idea why I ever thought you weren’t a romantic,” Dean says as he bends down to kiss him. “You’re so gross.”

A minute later, his phone pings with new texts.

Sammy 11:01 Yes its the real deal! If you need a lawyer for the annulment, that’ll be $750 an hour. How hungover are you?

Dean 11:01 Fuck you For that, you’re not getting invited to the ceremony back home

Sammy 11:02 WAIT ARE YOU SERIOUS???

Dean snorts as Sam’s next texts come in.

Sammy 11:03 Dean!!!!! ANSWER ME

Dean silences his phone as it vibrates wildly with Sam’s incoming call. He turns to Cas instead, his expression thoughtful. “D’you think I can suck you off before the food gets here?”

Cas smiles, delighted. “In my experience, there’s only one way to find out.”

#suptober22 #accidental marriage #destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #friends to lovers #rae writes fic

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Confession time. After destiel went canon and broke tumblr, I read the entire wiki for the main characters before watching the final episodes and felt the finale was so out of character that I mentally wrote a fix it fic.

Here is me writing it down in honour of the third anniversary. A show that to me: consists of 3 episodes, a lot of meta posts that trended over the years, jokes about loving your car, some manic wiki reading and that odd dude who inexplicably did iffy prolapse photomanip fanart.

I have made no attempts to polish this. The voices probably aren't right but I tried to write an open ending that stays true to characterisation (aka as tumblr presented these three beloved characters which may be the opposite of what the writers of manly male, rock loving, hunters with guns in a muscle car and dead girlfriends had in mind) .

We follow the final episode as it began except after the pie festival and the vamp mime first murder, they're off to hunt but a flaming meteor falls from the sky and they follow it in the car. It hits a field, they see a human figure, run and use their coats and feet to put out the flames. It's Cas. They put him in the car, they're all very shaken no answers to Sam's many questions, awkward glances in the mirror from Dean then Cas breaks his silence and asks for his slice of pie... the one in the glove box. Sam is confused, Dean looks like he's going to vomit.

We restart the episode from a different point of view: After Castiel got sent to the empty, Dean began praying to whomever, whatever would hear (silently or under his breath but constantly.) he thinks he might be insane from grief but after all he's seen he has the smallest hope) . Jack as God can't technically rewrite all the laws of the universe but he's receiving these "prayers". He smirks when he finds a bylaw that he can make a saint of Castiel so that prayers to him are redirected straight to him and cannot be diverted (heaven's bureaucracy is complex).

The empty has known no peace for six months. Dean's internal monologue of prayer has been echoing around and amplified the more the empty tried to create silence. The empty has tried to kill Dean so many times but he's got a protective barrier on his hand that looks like a scratch (placed by a grateful angel) so he's been dodging these deaths like it's looney tunes, completely unaware. (insert scenes of echoey overlapping narration of longing and yearning over near misses of murder by multiple means. For angst broken up by comedy)

Back to now, to the car. The brothers staring at Cas, Dean gets out of the car to hyperventilate and try to hold it together. We focus in on the ringing and rushing blood sound in his ears as Sam seems to be asking questions again and Cas seems to be talking. Sam gets out of the car, asks his brother if he's OK, he obviously lies and says Yes.

Sam sighs and says "Yeah clearly, you look fantastic. So uh Cas says he wants in on the vampire mimes and is eager to do more hunting evil... and I know it's not the time but damnit when is ever the right time? ... Look, when I talked about a more normal life, I meant it. We write our own stories and maybe it's time for you to go try something, anything else really. How about you take a vacation? Cas and I will handle things."

"I've, well, I've given normal life a lot of thought, I've never truly fit in and I could try but I can only fake it for so long. Funny, but when I allowed myself to daydream of a different life, I imagined careers that led me back to the road and back to making things right, you know? I think at the core, that's who I am... And, hey, since you brought it up, I never asked you if this life is the 'normal' you want....To be honest: I know it's not. and I didn't want to be alone, at least not these past few months, I know I've seemed fine but"

"Oh no no, you did not seem 'fine' but I wasn't going to go out of my way to point it out. You didn't even wash for days at your worst. You mumble under your breath sometimes. Those guns are cleaned down to the last speck of dust. I wasn't going to leave you alone, not ever."

"Okay - Ok.ay! Since we're here having the 'talk', aside from your duty as my brother, have YOU let yourself imagine what you'd want normal to be, for you?"

He blurts out "Eileen... It's Eileen. I know she's out there somewhere, I felt a strange pang and it was relief." he's speaking so fast "She's back. My mind races at the possibilities, I haven't dared to let myself start. I'm not sure how I want to live but I know it has to be with Eileen"

"I'm calling a taxi. You have a serious phone call and some travel ahead. Older brother's orders. I'll do the blood suckers"

"Work again. Will you ever open up about what's been going on with you? You wouldn't even tell me how Cas summoned the Empty."

"I, uh, these things take time, more of an actions over words kinda guy. *stares at phone* Oh your taxi is two minutes out."

"I don't know what to say"

"You don't have to say anything, you already told me through all you've done. Text me when you arrive safely, or don't, if you're otherwise occupied"

"You're the worst. And the best." They hug

A car pulls up, Sam yells at Cas though the window that they'll talk soon and to keep Dean out of trouble. Cas gives him a thumbs up.

Dean gets back into the car after watching the taxi drive away until it's completely out of view. He hands the vamp case notes to Cas to read, instead Cas puts them aside on the seat. "It could be the six months, it could be the new body: this appears to be an empty copy, my host was spared the empty thankfully. Yes it could be the new body but you were right this pie is exactly to my taste"

"I don't want to know do I?"

"Indeed, you'd be mortified, it's a word you used a lot about your inner conflicts but, you've faced hell, I promise that voicing your thoughts isn't as terrible."

"Uh your coat and top are burned and falling apart, here have my jacket."

"I mean, voicing your feelings can get you sent to the empty but that's the worst case scenario"

"Nice. Reassuring." *goes quiet*

A phone dings, Cas pulls it out of the jacket. "You have a new message from Sam: "Eileen fine and well, two exclamation marks" aww, he's going to Eileen? She's wonderful isn't she? "meeting at station at 3am. Capital T, A L K and get answers from Cas you idiot skull emoji skull emoji laugh crying emoji"

"Vamps first... then I need a drink" Dean looks out of the window with a mixture of apprehension and giddiness, there's a small smile creeping across his lips that fades into seriousness, there's a flash of fear, then the smile returns with a tremor as if despite himself.

Various old friends are sat around in heaven: they reminisce, they can't know the boys future but they know it's nothing they can't handle, the senseless cruelty is over.

#Destiel #Saf #How a SPN hater was moved by the love it's fans had for the show #Enough to be haunted by a fix it end for an angel who found love and a broken bi-guy who can't believe he's lovable #SPN

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An existential crisis counts as a prayer. Dean learnt this in the most inconvenient way possible.

It was just him, Baby and the highway. Sam had decided to run a case with Eileen and Dean was getting restless, so he had to chase some ghosts of his own. Cas was doing whatever the hell he did when he wasn’t with the brothers. Something to do with Heaven, other angels, and the end of the world. Regular Tuesday stuff, in their lives.

The thing was Dean was alone. Him and the highway. Another lone hunt. If not for the ache in his bones from the long drive, he’d say he was twenty-six again. The highway and in theory, the whole world, resided just outside the Impala’s windows. In theory, he could go anywhere. He could do anything. Yet, he was on a hunt, wishing to be anywhere else, with anyone else besides himself. It was history repeating itself. He wondered if he lived another ten years if he’d find himself alone on another highway. Sam and Eileen were getting cosy. Dean was happy for them. He was, but he was also having to face the fact that he might end up being alone, again.

There was always Cas. The angel operated like a summer storm. He appeared from nowhere. His visits were always fleeting. A storm was a natural occurrence, there was no end to storms, but you couldn’t set your watch to them. There were always droughts. You couldn’t count on a storm to hang around. Dean could count on having Cas around some of the time, but not always.

He let the wheel drift and felt the car roll onto the rumble strip of the road. He hoped it’d shake some sense into him, shake the thoughts loose. It was easier with other people around, they distracted him. The wheel jerked from Dean’s hand, veering the car back into the centre of his lane. Dean blinked down and saw a hand hovering over the steering wheel.

“Dean,” Cas breathed in lieu of his normal ‘Hello, Dean’. His voice sounded thin. At first, he thought Cas was irritated, but when he got a better look at the man, bathed in the glow of the intermittent highway lights, he realised Cas was worried.

“What happened?” Dean asked, ready to hear how their latest endeavour to stop the apocalypse had gone down in flames.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Cas confessed.

“I thought you were in danger. I felt... odd,” The angel elaborated.

Dean wasn’t an idiot, it didn’t take him too long to put two and two together. He’d been thinking about Cas, wishing Cas was there. He guessed that was as good a prayer as any. He wasn’t about to confess that though.

“Maybe your angel radio has its wires crossed,” He reasoned. Cas gave him a look, to let Dean know he didn’t think that was the case, but thankfully he didn’t argue. If anyone asked Dean about their ‘profound bond’ he would call it bullshit, but at times like this, he wondered if there could be a bit of truth to it.

Instead, Cas asked where Sam was and then about the case. He gave Dean an update on what had happened on his end since the two last spoke. He didn’t seem in a hurry to leave. Dean hoped Cas still couldn’t feel him ‘praying’ because no matter how hard he tried to stop his brain from begging Cas to stay, it all went the way of the ‘don’t think about pink elephants’ thing. All he wanted Cas to do was stay. Dean lost track of how their conversation got there but he found himself speaking,

“Cas, you ever think people like us could learn to stay in one place... settle down?”

If Cas was a summer storm, Dean was a fish in a river. He was always drifting through life. He could go with the flow of the water or he could fight his way upstream. Either way, he’d be in the same damn river. There was a world outside the water, of course, but in that world of stillness, Dean couldn’t breathe. Storms come to rivers. Rivers don’t come to storms. Dean didn’t know how to vocalise any of this. Even if he could, he wouldn’t.

“Probably not,” Cas admitted pragmatically, suddenly refusing to look at Dean.

“But I believe, perhaps ‘people like us’ could learn to be unsettled, together.”

Dean had heard enough stories, praised both as signs of God, meddling of the occult and freak incidences, easily explained away by science about times where the sky rained fish. Maybe that was what he and Cas were, a freak incident that might just work.

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Christmas fics - Part 2

Its December! Don't get me wrong, I'm terrified that its here again. I have 2 weeks of work left for the year, but hey, it also means its been a whole year since I posted about Christmas fics. So if I post now, I may also post another one before Christmas itself!

Mistletoe for Hugs – noiproksa Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe. Since they are family, the traditional mistletoe kiss is changed to hugs. Cas loves the excuse to do something that he has wanted to do. Wayback machine link

Word Count: 2k No Sex

All I Want For Christmas - Shadows_Keeper Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU. Five years after it all Dean is still saving people but as a paramedic and once heaven was restructured Cas had become Death. But they still miss each other and their friends conspire to try and make the upcoming Christmas the best ever for them both.

Word Count: 13k No Sex

Maybe This Christmas – cinelitchick Ao3

AU. Cas runs a hotel in a town that turns into Christmasland every winter and this year’s musical guests are his son’s favourite band, who they briefly met after a show a month ago. Since then he hasn’t been able to forget the singer Dean. Looks like Dean hadn’t been able to forget him either.

Word Count: 53k Graphic Sexual Acts

Whamageddon - anyrei, Eyes_of_a_Tragedy, tfw_cas Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU. To try and annoy the empty into letting him go again, Cas sings it a Christmas song that he remembered Dean hating.

Word Count: 3k No Sex

All I Want for Christmas is You (and to get out of this prison cell) - BlueStar86 Ao3

Set S12. Its Christmas Day and the Winchesters are in prison, it doesn’t stop Cas thinking about Dean or Dean thinking about and praying to Cas.

Word Count: 2k No Sex

#destiel #fic recs #christmas fics

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mlobsters · 8 months

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supernatural s8e16 remember the titans (w. daniel loflin)

hint of leg, gasp

i've seen this painting before

why does this wackadoodle war room thing have a sink in it? other than give the ability to have dean walk in on sam hiding being sick

appreciate all the angles so we can set the extent of the set. she's fancy

DEAN So, no word from Cas, Kevin's taking his sweet little time, and you're acting cagey. We need a lead before I start climbing these walls.

scraping at the bottom of my brainpan to remember when we last saw cas and if we're reconciled or still mad

you're lookin extra pretty today, padalecki. i like the shorter side bang action

bird ate the liver ha ha so it is indeed gonna be a thing, okay

SAM Could be looking for a witch, yeah. You know what? He's parked here. He's safe. Maybe we should just get another room until we can figure this out. DEAN All right, but you're the one going full-cavity for the hex bag.

excuse me what

SAM Well, that's not – never mind. Um…We need to think. Dean, what do we know of that has Jason Bourne fighting skills, dies a lot, and has a history with violent women? DEAN I don't know – you?

all right that was pretty great. i'll take it!

before dean answered my thoughts were the old guard

first one because it's a pretty shot. second and third, dean with the death glare at the family

DEAN Okay, so who is this guy? SAM Best I can tell? Prometheus.

LOL okay. so *literally* prometheus

SAM I'm guessing Artemis, Zeus' daughter. She's been known to carry around weapons like that dagger. They're nasty. They'll kill Immortals dead.

need to add that one to the collection. this is silly

DEAN Wait. I'm sorry. You just discovered that you have a seven-year-old son, and you want to walk away?

jealous/projecting much

okay so i thought i knew her voice, she was in the replacements! big soft spot for football and football movies and this one doesn't age well (replacement players aka our heroes are scabs) however if you take that aspect away, it's sweet and funny and there was a line by gene hackman in it that was such a good visual for my perpetual anxiety

Jimmy McGinty: Like a duck on the pond. On the surface everything looks calm, but beneath the water those little feet are churning a mile a minute.

the replacements (2000) brooke langton as annabelle farrell

now i have soft feelings for this rando lady because of it lol

i really think being a fan of teen wolf was good preparation for these later seasons of supernatural. plot that makes me roll my eyes regularly, no problem. it's no ~75 year old computer behind a wall in someone's fancy lake house being the only thing keeping a hit list of supernatural creatures active

handy they had a magic trap for a god.

*nodding sagely* yes, longbow of diana, of course

SAM You know… I'm starting to think maybe I was being naive. DEAN What are you talking about? SAM When I said that I could just will myself into coming out of these trials unscathed. DEAN No, no, no. Stop with the sullen emo crap, all right? That's – you're not gonna die like Prometheus. SAM How do you know, Dean? Bobby, Rufus, now Prometheus – you think any of them chose death? No. The life chose for them. DEAN Yeah, well, you promised, okay? You promised to live a long, Clark Griswold life full of prostate exams and colonoscopies, all right? You're not welshing on that deal, not on my watch. If you die, it's gonna be because of something normal.

i don't understand the leap of logic to dying like prometheus but okay we're talking, that's always good. now would also be the time to say hey by the way i'm coughing up/spitting up blood

also dean, why don't you have to promise to live a long life (oh right because you won't)

DEAN Cas, you got your ears on? Listen, you know I am not one for praying, 'cause in my book it's... it's the same as begging. But this is about Sam, so I need you to hear me. We are going into this deal blind... and I don't know what's ahead or what it's gonna bring for Sam. Now, he's covering pretty good, but I know that he is hurting, and this one was supposed to be on me. So, for all that we've been through, I'm asking you... you keep a lookout for my little brother, okay? Where the hell are you, man?

💔okay so i'm glad dean is aware that sam's hiding that he's in pain/sick/whatever and just isn't pushing him on it. pullin out the little brother again so soon

(insert joke about dean begging here)

something about this mushy music has me feeling twilight or hunger games and i'm not sure which. ugh. bella's lullaby / rue's music (but that doesn't even have piano but it does have that plucked acoustic guitar like day before yesterday's s8e14 princess bride-esque music)

fucking fine, i listened to this again and the music is making me twitchy. why is it ringing this bell??? it's the little melody at the end around 30 seconds left. is it a theme used elsewhere in this show? is it just too similar to something else i'm thinking of? motherFUCKER. the score on this show is generally is such a nothingburger that it's in one ear and out the other for me.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 8x16 #andrew loflin #the replacements #spnhiky #hiky #brooke langton #spn musical score #spn mushy music

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From Dean’s “I don’t know what it’s like to lose someone like that”...to "Maybe he just vanished into the light”...to “Don't make me lose you too" and “Maybe angels don’t have to breathe”...

...from carrying Cas’ trench coat everywhere (even after letting go of Baby) to “I used to be able to shake these stuff off. Now I just can’t, I don’t know why”...to looking for an angel from the purgatory for a year and making his own version about what happened (about him failing Cas) rather than facing the pain of Cas wanting to stay there...to "I don't need to feel like hell"-rant... to “I need (love) you” (that he never really admits to anyone, since he is so used to - and forced to - being everyone else’s rock...)

...to his fear for Cas when the angels are falling... to “Please, for once, just look after yourself!”...to the crack in his voice when he caresses Cas’ face, wanting him to wake up after April stabs him...to a genuine apology in his eyes when thought he had to kick Cas out... to “Nobody wants him here more than I do, okay?”... to the longing in his eyes when he leaves Cas at his workplace, so that he could get to live his peaceful human-life (which, even though the circumstances are different, reminds me of the moment when Cas watches Dean raking leafs...)... to his worry when he finds out Cas has been tortured...

From “You, on the other hand.. looking good. I’m glad you’re here” to his breakdown after having flashbacks from what he did to Cas under the Mark’s influence...to him being worried after Rowena lifts her spell off of Cas, to his crushed reaction after “I watched the man I love die. There’s no normal after that”... to his guilt and pain when they are trying to get Lucifer to leave Cas... him calling for Cas even though Amara’s influence on him should’ve been able to overpower that...

From saving and supporting Cas despite his frustration in 12x10... to “You’re not weak, you know that, right? I’m not mad, I’m worried.”...to his panic covered in anger when Crowley even implies the possibility to Cas dying... to “You, me...we’re just better together. Always have been.”...to him falling to his knees beside Cas’ body... to “We’ve lost everything and now you’re going to bring him back”..to “It got him dead and you might be able to forget about that, but I can’t!”... to him not denying he wants to die after Cas is gone... to him being a shell of himself every time he loses Cas... and his absolute happiness and relief to have Cas back...

...from him confiding in Cas in both 14x12 and 14x14...to his broken expression when Cas doesn’t remember them in 14x13 and absolute wonder, relief and gratitude on his face when he returns...to him being hurt, regretful and sorry during their divorce-arc, even though he doesn’t find the words or ways to express it straightforwardly...to "ever since I had to bury him" in the future Chuck showed... to his absolute pure fear and pain of possibly losing Cas and him finally praying, talking about his feelings and apologizing in Purgatory... again, to his raising panic and worry when Cas doesn’t seem to return from his trip to the Empty... his pained and scared expression when he looks at Cas after finding out from Sam that Chuck is going to evaporate everyone who has ever gotten the second chance... to him begging for Cas to stay...to him sobbing in shock and mourning his loss, on the floor, his face buried into his hands the whole night... to him running up the stairs after thinking Cas called him and agony and surprise in his eyes when he had to face his feelings once again after knowing why Lucifer chose Cas as his form to get in…to him choosing to die after...

...yeah. Quite a journey, huh? *a nervous, shaky laugh*

#had to update this a bit and bring it back #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #supernatural

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thevioletcaptain · 2 years

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Yee and ALSO haw!!! You know, for someone who loves cowboys as much as I do, I haven't actually written a whole lot of cowboy-related fic. That said, I have been poking at a rewrite of Wanted, one of the earliest fics I posted on Ao3 way back in 2012. I've always liked the concept (Cas using Dean's cowboy obsession to clumsily seduce him) but the execution is about as hamfisted as Cas' flirting.

So here's an excerpt from the second chapter that I've been rewriting. Hopefully I'll be done with it soon--I just have to finish reworking the final chapter and then do a quick readthrough/edit, so it's just a matter of setting aside the time to work on it.

A year ago, if someone had told Dean that someday he’d be in a bad mood because he hadn’t heard from his best friend in a while, he’d have laughed in their face. For one thing, the entire concept of him having a friend at all is kind of a joke. The last few times he’s attempted to have anything approaching even the most casual friendship it’s ended in blood or tears or both. For another, he’s become so used to accepting that it’s not remotely in the cards for him that sometime in his early twenties he just stopped letting himself get attached to anyone in the first place. So the idea that he’d not only lower his defenses enough to make a friend, but that he’d also let himself become so reliant on that friend's presence that he’d actually miss them when they weren’t around? Laughable. ..and yet. It’s been almost three weeks since his impromptu spaghetti western movie night with Cas, and he hasn’t seen him since. Hasn’t heard from him, either. And yeah, Dean could pray or call and Cas would probably show up looking all windswept and frowny like he always does, but that's not the point. No, the point is that Dean knows for a fact that the guy doesn’t have anything better to do right now. His "services aren’t required in Heaven at present" after all. So he's just... gone. For no reason. Off who-knows-where doing who-knows-what while Dean worries that something has gone wrong, or that Cas just... doesn't want to hang out with him. That maybe, despite the fact that Dean has come to consider him the best friend he's ever had, Cas doesn't feel that way about him in return. That to Cas, he's still nothing more than a charge. A task. Something for him to handle. Whatever the reason, his complete lack of contact is getting on Dean’s last nerve. He’s pissed about it. (Really, he’s hurt, but admitting as much, even to himself, would open up an avenue of thought he’s not really sure he’s ready to walk along, so for now he’s gonna stick with the much more manageable anger that he’s used to.)

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dirigibleplumbing · 6 months

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When do you think Castiel consciously knew he was in love with Dean? Like he’d been down bad for a WHILE and clearly he loved him, but him canonically knowing he was in romantic love with Dean means there’s was a point of canonical realization and oh boy :3

(And when do you think Dean knew he was in love with Cas? I think it was Purgatory 1 at the earliest or the widower arc at the latest, barring the idea he doesn’t know until Cas gets taken by the empty and THEN he gets it.)

I don’t actually have strong opinions on these! I like how open to interpretation it is. It can be frustrating how the show presents certain things in a different light depending on the story a particular episode is trying to tell--how the boys feel about John or killing “innocent” monsters being prime examples of this--but in other ways I think this is a really beautiful part of the show.

It’s also a necessary one because of how serial fiction like long-running TV shows are constructed. If some show bible or consistent showrunner had had and executed a 5-season or even 15-season arc planned for the whole show, it would look wildly different, and likely not include Cas at all.

Thinking about fic I’d write or enjoy reading, or about what I’d want to see from a s16 or sequel movie, I think the answers to these questions could vary depending on what else is going on. For fic, fill in the blank with any post 15x18 fics you enjoy and how they handled it.

For further examples:

A sequel movie that is just about Dean rescuing Cas from the Empty, from Dean’s POV while Cas is “asleep,” could be served well by Dean not realizing he was in love with Cas until the aftermath of Cas’s confession, from some combo of denial, self-awareness, self-identity, internalized homophobia, etc. It could even leave the answer ambiguous--Dean knows he’s in love with Cas now, and maybe he has for years (this would be harder to pull off but still possible, I think).

On the other hand, a Cas-POV Cas-narrated “Man Who Would Be King”-style movie about Cas being rescued from the Empty could save money by relying heavily on clips from early episodes and Cas describing when and how he figured out what he felt was romantic love for Dean, and I think almost anywhere from “the moment he laid a hand on him in Hell” to “the second he rebelled at the end of s4″ to “during ‘Free To Be You and Me’“ to “when Cas was in a circle of fire at the end of s6″ to--etc., etc.--would ring true

A s16 where Jack decides to stop being God and he and Cas, Dean, and Sam go back to right before 15x20 along with fan favorite dead characters and do monster-of-the-week hunts could have an arc where Dean initially thinks he’s just not into Cas at all, they struggle to find their footing in friendship now, Dean eventually realizes he’s totally butt-crazy in love with Cas and that he really wants to retire, and the season builds up to a Dean love confession and happy retirement

A s16 where Jack is at least partially controlled by Chuck and some version of Team Free Will (could include any character on Earth, Heaven, Hell, or the Empty!) works to free him from it could literally BEGIN with Dean finding Cas, going “um, hey, me too” and a kiss, and then it’s just a variation on their regular dynamic as they try to defeat Chuck for real this time. The specifics of when they realized could or could not be revealed in further episodes--there’s plenty else for them to misunderstand and fight about!

A s16 or movie that’s paralleling the Purgatory 1.0 plotline in terms of an Empty rescue could decide that Cas realized when Dean prayed to him every night, and Dean realized during “The Trap” (or even vice versa)

A s16 or movie that’s paralleling seasons 4 and 5 in terms of a defeat of Chuck / freeing of Jack could pick any time during those seasons for either Dean or Cas

and so on!

If any of those were done well, they would ring true for me.

AND I would still read and write fic where they realized at times other than what’s told by the new canon.

#yay an ask!#supernatural #spn #destiel

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