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tearsofgrace · 3 years

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the empty couldn’t hold castiel asleep for long. nothing had changed. dean was still the one thing he wanted... the one thing he couldn’t have

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deancaskiss · 2 years

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dean wanting to be affectionate with cas once they get together but not knowing exactly what cas likes. cas wanting to reach out and touch dean but not knowing what dean is comfortable with. dean locking their pinkie fingers together because ‘does cas actually want to hold hands???’ and cas tugging on dean’s sleeve because ‘can I just lean in and kiss him or does he want me to let him know first???’ they fumble and they’re awkward at first, but then dean presses a kiss to cas’ temple one night and the dam breaks. cas reaches out and takes dean’s hand in his, and dean uses their joined hands to tug cas into a proper kiss. “this is what we were missing,” cas murmurs against dean’s mouth. and dean smiles into the kiss and replies, “yeah, not missing anymore though” as he squeezes cas’ hand and kisses his angel again

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glowstickcas · 3 years

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6.19 mommy dearest

#destiel #spn #deancas #destieledit #spnedit #mine #queenrowenas #kashmircastiel #tuserari #userdorksinlove #click for better quailty 😔

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queen-rowenas · 3 years

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ok but consider this: dean having to teach an angel about road rage

it’s sometime in s5, they’re going down the highway, just the two of them, dean driving and cas sitting in the passenger seat. the original purpose of cas’s visit long forgotten as they discuss dean’s ranking of the best burger joints in oklahoma

when a car cuts them off, driving all over the road, and dean has to jerk the wheel to avoid getting bulldozed, a protective arm moving in front of the angel. he honks, he curses, he yells about what the hell was that and how they shouldn’t even be on the road, they’re gonna kill somebody

and cas is just sitting there, eyes narrowed, a deep frown on his face. the air crackles with electricity, and the music on the radio turns to static

dean only frowns for a second before flinging an arm to grab cas. hey, no, no, knock it off, man. cas frowns at him, but the air calms and no cars blow up

no smiting other cars, no matter how crazy they drive. dean sighs. this is not a conversation he expected to have when he got up this morning. if someone pisses you off, you just flip them a bird or something

dean, i don’t have a bird

dean tries to hide his smile, he fails. no you do it like this. wait til we pass ‘em

they eventually catch up to the car at a stoplight. and that’s how dean, more giddy than he’s been in weeks, teaches a very confused angel to flip off other cars

#destiel #deancas #destiel ficlet #supernatural #fic #mine*#okbut*#emmawrites*#userdorksinlove #usershey #queenrowenas #inacatastrophicmind

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sinnabonka · 3 years

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They stand like that for a while, just cherishing the little comfort they can find - a childless parent and a fatherless daughter - in arms of each other.

Fathers & Daughters

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art-aloud · 2 years

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Dean Winchester is saved 💚💙

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bbelatalbotarchive · 3 years

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SUPERNATURAL

↳ The Man Who Would Be King (6x20)

#spn #supernaturaledit #destiel #deancas #destieledit #deancasedit #dean winchester #deanwinchesteredit #castieledit #castiel #cas #dean #userpris #tusersia #spncreatorsdaily #queenrowenas #crowley #mine1

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twoheadedcas · 2 years

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isaiah 65

dean/cas, 4k, rated m, alt s6, mindwipenatural, heed the tags pls

(17) For, behold, I create new heavens and a new earth: and the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind.

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“Did you—did you wipe my fucking memories?"

Cas tilts his head, little worry lines scrunching between his furrowed brows.

"Of course I did, Dean." A pause. “Are you starting to remember? I was hoping it would stick.”

And oh God, Dean can’t help but hear an unsaid this time tacked onto the end of that sentence. He nods, afraid to open his mouth. “I—”

“Then you must remember doing this to Lisa and Ben. Right?”

Time stops.

“Don’t you remember?” Cas asks again. “We did it to Lisa and Ben, to protect them. We allowed them a chance at happiness. Is that not acceptable? Do you not deserve the same?"

"Yeah—but—but, it's different, you—you can't—" Dean sputters, cognitive abilities completely short-circuiting. He doesn’t even remember Lisa and Ben very well; he can see their faces if he tries, but it’s like looking underwater. The details are fuzzy, but he thinks he knows what happened, and it is not the same as whatever the hell it is that Cas did to him. It’s not.

"There’s no difference," Cas says. Insists. "You loved them, and you wanted them safe. I love you and want you safe. What's so wrong about that, Dean?"

And isn't that the question? What is so wrong about it? There's an unspoken accusation hidden in Cas's words, a woe unto ye hypocrites woven between each consonant and vowel. Why is it only wrong when I do it? When it's done to you? Why is it okay reversed?

Who made you God?

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beloved taglist/mutuals under the cut (lmk if u would like to be added or removed!)

@deanpegged @fimmfstiel @rambleoncas @destieldisaster @doemons-blog @buzzbuzzbitches @butchnatural @dojacas @socialistcastiel @ilysmb @deanisbisexual @rosescas @faithroad @ayo-cowbelly

as always no obligation to rb or anything <3 thanks yall!!

#i lowkey feel bad abt tagging anyone in this one bc. well. it is a little wretched i will not lie #but i figured we're already angsting over the finale tn #might as well throw my sick n twisted hat in the ring #have some deranged godstiel to take ur mind off it #still not super confident that it all makes sense lol but i tried my best #my fic #rambleoncas #seraphcastiel #castiellesbian #offbeattraxx #thisisapaige #seffersonjtarship #userpris #cowboykait #queenrowenas #userkels #plantdadcas #playedwright

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crybabycastiell · 3 years

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I'll just...wait here then.

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wheelsupin-five · 2 years

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Lost and Found

A/N: This is written for @sikennatural ‘s follower celebration! (prompts used: “Keep it”, moonrise)

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The moon reflects shallowly from the puddle at Dean’s feet. Cas is warm and solid next to him, shoulder to shoulder as they lean against the side of the impala. Dean can’t look at him. That makes it real. But his mind screams for him to look and see, to etch Cas’ image into his mind one more time; for what could be the last time.

“Are you sure I can’t go with you?” Dean asks, his voice catching in his throat. The air is thick in his lungs, heavy with humidity, drowning him. Cas shifts his weight, pressing into his side.

“There’s no point in us both getting killed, Dean. They will know if I bring you with me.” His voice is low and measured, careful.

“We could just leave now. You don't even need to see them. You know it’s a trap.” Dean’s blood boils under his skin. Whoever decided angels were fair and kind and loving could not have been more wrong. Instead, they start wars and set traps for their brother so they can send him to a fate worse than hell for the rest of eternity.

Dean will never forgive himself if Cas doesn’t come back. How could he? He’s the one who drew the angels to earth in the first place with his trip to Hell. So no, Dean doesn’t buy into that “fear not” bullshit.

Cas’ eyes soften.

They couldn’t have been more wrong about every angel but one.

“We have no other option, you know that. It may have impossible odds, but I’ve seen you get through so much worse.” Cas draws a shaky breath. “Please look at me, Dean. If this is goodbye…”

Dean wants to take him by the shoulders and shake him and scream at him to see straight. He wants to take a swing at him for being so self-sacrificing and blind to what Dean feels. He wants to bury his face in the lapels or his trenchcoat and cling to him for dare life, begging him to stay.

Instead, he snaps, “Shut up. This isn’t goodbye okay? I’m not fucking saying goodbye to you because I will meet you here again in forty-eight hours okay?” Dean lifts his eyes and they’re immediately drawn to Cas’. They’re soft and sad and he wants nothing more than to cup his face and smooth his frown with his lips. This can’t be goodbye, because if it is, Cas would di- Cas would leave without ever knowing.

“Dean-”

Dean snatches the beaded bracelet from his wrist.

“Here, you’re going to look after this okay?” Dean slips it over Cas’ hand. “So you better haul your ass back here and give it back to me later because- because,” he takes a shuddering breath, his voice thick, hot pressure bluntly building behind his eyes, “because if you don’t I’m going to be fucking pissed okay.” He doesn’t realise how tightly he’s holding Cas’ wrist until Cas’ hand gently covers his own.

“Of course, Dean,” he says quietly.

“Promise me, Cas. Promise me you will bring it back.” Promise me you’ll come back.

Tears burn their way down his cheeks but no one mentions it. Dean pulls him into a hug and Cas squeezes him like his life depends on it, and he can’t help but think that maybe right now, it does.

“I promise,” Cas says, almost inaudible.

Just this once Dean allows himself to drop his head to Cas’ shoulder and breathe deeply. If this is the last time he will ever feel at home, he wants to be able to remember it in its entirety.

All too soon Cas is pulling away. Dean’s left cold without him there.

“Thank you, Dean. It’s been an honour knowing you. It’s an honour.” Cas’ voice breaks, but before Dean can reply, he’s gone with the rustle of wings. Dean reaches into the empty space where he was just moments ago.

Gone.

Dean is three feet from his body when he opens the impala door and sinks into the leather seat. He is heavy, like his entire body has been stuffed with lead.

His hands shake.

In the space next to him lies a worn cassette tape. ‘Dean's top 13 Zepp TRA XX’.

He screams.

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The fifty-third hour scrapes past, ticking over on his phone. The screen dies as the battery loses the last of its power. It slips from his hand, landing on the car floor with a dull thud.

“Cas, please,” Dean repeats for what feels like the thousandth time, his throat rough, voice raw from praying for hours, “come home, please come home. I can’t do this without you, man. I love you, and I never got to tell you that. I love you, I love you, I have always loved you and you left before I could fucking tell you.” The words are all too familiar to his ears, like a broken record skipping back to the same track over and over. He was too much of a coward to speak his truth, and now it might never see the light of day. “Come back to me you fucking asshole, I love you!” he yells into the deafening silence of his car. He slams his hands down on the steering wheel, a fresh wave of anger washing over him. Dean tumbles out of the impala, his head pounding.

“Fuck! You selfish asshole I never got to tell you!” he screams at the dark sky. There are no stars. “You fucking promised you’d come back! You promised, you promised, you promised me!” His whole body shakes with dry sobs, his tears long since run out. “Come back to me you asshole I love you,” he chokes out. The wet ground is no softer when his knees crash into it.

“Dean?” A voice so weak he almost misses it.

Cas.

His head snaps up to see him leaning heavily on a tree in the treeline of the forest. Cas.

Before he knows what he is doing, Dean’s colliding with him, Cas letting out a muffled pained noise but clinging to him nonetheless.

“You’re back, you came back.” Dean didn’t dare draw away. Cas slowly became heavier in his arms as he relaxed.

“I had a promise to keep.” There’s a small smile in his voice. “Sorry I’m late, my ‘ride’ got a little damaged,” Cas let out a wet laugh, but Dean could still hear the air quotes in his words.

It was only now Dean noticed the crusting on the back of his trenchcoat. His stomach drops.

“Oh, Cas...” He leads him back to the impala, taking most of his weight. They don’t stop touching when Cas eases himself into the passenger seat. Cas pulls something from his pocket.

“I’m sorry, it got broken,” Cas says, as sincere as ever, as he opens his palm to show a piece of elastic and a handful of beads. A laugh bursts through Dean’s lips.

“Cas, I don’t care abt the bracelet, I-”

“I love you too,” Cas finishes. Both of Dean’s hands cover Cas’, still holding the beads, kneeling in front of him. Cas’ free hand trails along the edge of Dean’s jaw, and he’s swept up into a kiss.

“I love you I love you I love you,” Dean says against his lips, punctuated by kisses as Cas breathes in his confession. Both their lips are chapped and dry, and it’s tinted with the metallic taste of Cas’ blood, but it is warm and it’s Cas, and for that, Dean couldn’t have wished for anything more. Reluctantly, Dean pulls back and carefully takes the beads, slipping them into the pocket of his jeans. “I’ll rethread them and you can keep it. As long as you promise to keep coming back to me, it’s all yours.”

“Always, Dean. I will always come back to you.”

#supernatural #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #deancas #destiel fic #seth200 #userpris #rambleoncas #queenrowenas #fieryfrankie #usercarys #userda #lincolns #lincolns fic #lincolns writing #fic

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casblackfeathers · 3 years

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Cockles + The Unicorn Laugh | DenverCon 2021 (x)

#spnedit #jensen ackles #misha collins #cockles #cocklesedit #spncastedit #spndenver #DenCon 2021 #creativecaviar #bluefirecas #fieryfrankie #queenrowenas #thehuskingbee #tuserari #userdee #userpris #usersourfox #woefulcas #my edit

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tearsofgrace · 3 years

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#never giffing early seasons again someone shoot me now in the mouth #destiel #gifs #mine #my gifs #userpris #fieryfrankie #scottstiles #userchelsea #usersully #queenrowenas #spncreatorsdaily #userannie #adorkabledean #userceci #usersila #bluefirecas #userdee

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deancaskiss · 2 years

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The end credits to The Santa Clause rolled over the screen, and Jack looked up from his mound of blankets on the floor and grinned sleepily. “Daddy, are you Santa?”

Cas smiled, scooping up the 4-year-old from the blankets. “No, sweetheart, I’m not Santa.”

“But you have magic powers, too,” Jack said, tucking his head into Cas’ shoulder.

“Shush, that’s our secret,” Dean said, wiggling out of the blanket Cas had wrapped around them so he could squeeze Jack’s foot.

“Papa, is Daddy Santa Claus?”

Dean laughed, pressing a kiss to Jack’s forehead. “No, he isn’t. But if you don’t go to bed then Santa won’t come and give you presents tonight.”

Jack squinted at Dean, an expression so similar to Cas that Dean’s heart momentarily stuttered to a stop in his chest. “Papa, are you Santa?”

Winking, Dean tickled Jack’s foot, waiting for the sounds of muffled laughter as Jack buried himself further into Cas’ shoulder. “Go to bed, Squirt.”

Turning around, Cas caught Dean by the waist and leaned in to sneak a quick kiss. “I’ll be back down as soon as I’ve got Jack to sleep.”

“Love you,” Dean replied, kissing Cas on the lips and kissing Jack on the tip of his nose.

“Don’t forget to leave some of the cookies for Santa,” Jack mumbled tiredly, pointing at the mostly empty tray of cookies they’d all been snacking from during the movie.

“I’ll do that right now. Good night Buddy.”

“Night night Papa,” Jack said around a yawn as Cas carried the toddler out of the room and up the stairs.

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Twenty minutes later, Cas slipped back downstairs, only to see Dean had laid out a couple of eggnogs, some more popcorn, and had softly lit the fire. “I thought we could watch another movie before we put the presents out. What do you think?” Dean asked, stepping up behind Cas and wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist.

“That sounds perfect,” Cas replied, letting Dean press kisses to the back of his neck for a few moments before Cas turned in his arms and chased Dean’s mouth into a proper kiss. “Is everything ready for-?”

Dean nodded, winding a strand of Cas’ hair around his finger. “Presents are in the coat closet. And so is the outfit.”

Grinning, Cas pressed his smile against Dean’s lips. “You always like to do things 110%.”

“You know it, Sunshine,” Dean said, tugging Cas towards the couch where the opening title to The Holiday was waiting for them.

Anytime something romantic happened in the movie, Dean placed a little kiss on Cas’ face- kissing his eyebrows, his cheeks, his nose, and finally his lips. By the time the movie was over, Dean had kissed every square inch of Cas’ face and Cas’ cheeks were glowing warmly; but whether that was from the kisses, the warmth of the fire, or the eggnog, Dean wasn’t sure.

“Come on, it’s time to be Santa,” Dean said, getting up from Cas’ warm embrace as the movie ended.

“I’ll clean up this while you get changed into the outfit,” Cas replied, picking up their empty glasses.

“Deal,” Dean agreed, squeezing Cas’ hand before pulling out the Santa costume from the coat closet. By the time Cas found him a few minutes later, Dean had finished his transformation into Santa.

“You know, that’s actually quite a convincing costume,” Cas whispered, hand reaching out to graze along the soft velvet jacket. “You look good. Really good.”

“Claire helped me put it together. She claimed it had to be as authentic as possible,” Dean said, grabbing Cas’ hand and bringing it up to his lips. “Whaddaya say? Wanna help me put out the presents?”

Beaming, Cas nodded and picked up the large bag of presents that they’d all spent days wrapping. Crouching down, the two of them spent the next ten minutes laying out the never-ending mound of presents underneath the tree.

“I think this is the last one,” Dean said, pulling out a blue and silver wrapped present with Cas’ name on it, written in Dean’s handwriting, as he placed it gently with the rest of the gifts.

“Can’t I open it now?” Cas teased, standing up and slipping the empty bag from Dean’s hand as Dean stood up.

“Nope,” Dean teased, but just as he was about to say something else, an idea came to mind. Guiding Cas backwards a couple of steps, Dean nudged the angel into the doorway of the living room. “But I can give you something else.” Darting his eyes up, he glanced at the mistletoe and then back down to Cas’ lips with a soft smile. “Kiss me.”

Cas beamed, arms slipping around Dean’s waist as he pulled him closer. “I thought you’d never ask, Santa,” Cas teased right back, pressing their lips together in a warm kiss that had them both gasping softly.

“Merry Christmas, Cas,” Dean murmured against Cas’ lips.

“Merry Christmas,” Cas replied, before Dean was chasing him into another kiss. And another. And another. Until Dean was completely wrapped up in the warmth and taste of his husband.

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Jack crept down the staircase, perching on the step which gave him the best vantage point of the living room. It was finally midnight. Santa was going to come, and Jack was going to see him. Then he’d know for sure who Santa really was.

Just as he hoped, Santa came into the room with a bag full of presents a few moments later. From Jack’s position on the stairs, the couch was blocking half of the tree. But he could definitely see Santa putting presents under the tree, and that’s all he’d wanted to see.

Jack had all the proof he needed. Santa was there. In their living room. He was real. Jack stood up, excited to go tell his Dads what he’d just seen. But the toddler froze as he saw his Daddy come into view.

Why was Daddy there? Wasn’t he supposed to be in bed with Papa?

Santa was guiding his Daddy backwards until they were standing in the doorway of the living room. Right underneath the mistletoe. They were talking quietly, but Jack couldn’t hear what they were whispering about. And then it happened so fast that Jack couldn’t believe it. Cas wrapped his arms around Santa’s waist, and then leaned forward to kiss him.

Daddy was kissing Santa Claus! Under the mistletoe!

Kissing!

Daddy was kissing Santa.

Oh. Oh. Jack just had to go and tell someone.

Tip-toeing back up the stairs, Jack rushed down the hall and opened the spare bedroom door. “Uncle Sam! Aunt Eileen! Wake up. I just saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus!” Jack cried, rushing towards the bed and jumping onto the mattress.

“You saw what?” Sam asked sleepily, as Eileen fumbled for the light.

“Daddy! Daddy was downstairs. And he was kissing Santa under the mistletoe!”

Eileen started to giggle, hand coming up to cover her mouth as Sam reached out and snagged Jack.

“They were kissing, huh?” Sam asked, burying a smile into Jack’s hair.

“Yes, Uncle Sam. Santa is real and he was kissing Daddy. Oh no. What about Papa? Daddy cheated on Papa with Santa Claus! We need to go tell Papa right now,” Jack said, starting to scramble on the bed.

But Sam stopped him, tucking the toddler between him and Eileen in the bed. Flashing Eileen a wink, they both wrapped an arm around Jack. “It’s not cheating if Papa is Santa though, right?” Sam asked, poking Jack in the ribs.

Jack scrunched his eyebrows for a second before his eyes lit up in excitement. “I knew it! Papa is Santa! Just like The Santa Clause. My papa is Santa!” Jack cheered happily.

“Shush, it’s a secret,” Sam said, giving Jack a boop on the nose.

“I will keep this secret forever,” Jack replied, dropping his head and snuggling up under the covers. His Papa was Santa. The coolest job in the world. Jack had the best Dads ever. His Daddy was an Angel. And his Papa was Santa.

For Day 20 of @metallicanatural and @starrynightdeancas (that’s me) B&B’s Holiday Advent Calendar Event

Watch A Classic Christmas Movie/Read A Classic Christmas Book // Mistletoe // “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus”

Also a special gift for @tootiredmotel (happy birthday gen I love you!)

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glowstickcas · 3 years

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dean ➝ 3.10 dream a little dream of me

#dean #spn #dean winchester #deanedit #spnedit #supernatural #mine #userannak #queenrowenas #just a lil guy

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queen-rowenas · 3 years

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dean kisses him and, for a moment, castiel remembers what it’s like to be human again. his heart pounds, the air leaves his lungs. his ears ring, his senses dull until everything else fades away. all that’s left is dean. with his lips, firm but gentle against his, and his trembling hands holding the angel together. holding him up. cas’s legs shake, his knees threatening to buckle under him. he clings to dean like he’s drowning, he breathes him in like he’s suffocating and dean is the only source. it feels like his vessel is falling apart, it feels like his grace is singing, burning. this is what it feels like to fall

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sinnabonka · 3 years

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Claire Novak studies that had to happen at some point, or #everyone within spnverse has major family issues but no one does it like Claire

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