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chrrispine · 2 years

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follower celebration by @queen-rowenas

Day 1: Date Night

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theedorksinlove · 3 years

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au!Dean Winchester - for ava’s birthday bash - @avaarts <3 ⤷ Supernatural ✗ 15x04 - ‘Atomic Monsters’

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deancaskiss · 3 years

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when cas doesn't have his angel powers, he still automatically put his fingers to dean's temple to heal him if he's hurt. and even though it doesn't work, dean will quietly murmur, "all better, nice and healed," and he takes cas' fingers from his forehead and places a soft kiss to cas' fingertips just to reassure his angel that he's okay

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sarahwilsonn · 3 years

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the universe wants to break free, so it manifests chaos.

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crybabycastiell · 3 years

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᪥ 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ᪥

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donestiel · 3 years

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- Seventy Years of Sleep #4, nikka ursula (n.t)

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dadboddean · 3 years

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from that gay country song dean has definitely listened to

#dean winchester #castiel #dean #cas #destiel #spn #supernatural #deancas #this is mostly a joke but it took me too long to make for it to be a joke rn so im gonna tag some of my fave spn blogs #hope thats ok #castuscas #seraphlm #casjpg #usernuria #rainbowscas #mine #the song is whoever broke your heart by murphy elmore #i just know of it bc of tiktok #i havent actually listened to the full song

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arkania · 3 years

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sam’s digging through dean’s things and he finds a scrap of paper with coordinates, just like their dad used to leave behind when they were younger. unsure of what it means, sam goes to that very same spot. it’s a meadow, a peaceful one that he’s never seen. there’s a windmill and a brook, too. slowly, a memory floats to the surface of his mind—one of the time when cas just came back and it hits him. this place is where cas’ ashes were spread. he goes back to the bunker only to return the next day with dean’s to spread them there too. it’s peaceful, sam thinks, and dean would like it here. he would like it here with cas.

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purgatoryprayer · 3 years

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I’m the hero of the story

Don’t need to be saved.

#I hate how the quality of the gif is so meh :/#whyyyy technology #cas #deancas #dean #destiel #mine #seraphcastiel #rainbowscas #userstarry #usershey #castyel #userpris

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 3 years

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deancas highschool au, 1.8k.

dean's pretty sure it all comes down to being sam's fault.

kid had walked into their last scooby doo marathon without warning at eleven friggin' pm, startling both cas and him (because they watch scooby doo like it's meant to be watched — with all their concentration, goddammit) and consequently causing dean to knock over the bowl of popcorn and get its contents all over (and some inside) the couch.

fast forward from there to the next time dean asked mary if cas could sleep over, and her immediate condition being that they conduct the grand bingewatch (a necessary element of the dean-cas sleepovers) in dean's room instead of the living room, as she could not possibly handle finding more popcorn under the cushions of the damn sofa than she'd already been fishing for, the last two weeks.

so there.

it is absolutely and indisputably sam's fault that dean is right now half-propped up in bed next to his best friend, with a laptop on his lap and fellowship of the ring playing on it, unable to think about anything except the way their arms press against each other, knees brush, and cas's head ends up looming too close to dean's shoulder to not be resting on it.

oh, and how good cas looks in the almost-dark, lit by whatever's happening — dean knows exactly what's happening — on the screen.

just because.

it's past two — which translates to way too late for a gay awakening o'clock — but dean's pretty sure if his heart keeps beating at this rate till morning, he's going to wake up in an ambulance.

this has never happened before. being this conscious of wherever they're touching, this excited about it, or this intent on stealing glances when he's sure he won't be caught. (okay, maybe that one's happened before but it's beside the point.) put together, it is alien and disconcerting.

and dean's not an idiot. he knows — he thinks he knows what's happening. and he knows it's not supposed to feel like a switch flipping because these things — and that's about all of the clarity he can afford — happen over time. and yet it's like he's walked headfirst into a wall on this weird, weird night.

the only thing he knows for sure is that he's never felt this way before. not towards cas, not towards anyone.

well, there's also never been an anyone (else).

but screw semantics — dean's terrified.

and it's entirely sam's fault, obviously, which is why the next time dean sees the little bastard, he's going to —

"dean."

it's cas, interrupting his very subtle, manageable breakdown in his endearingly familiar why-aren't-you-already-paying-attention-to-me voice.

dean hits pause, pressing the spacebar and turning to face his cas-shaped dilemma in the eye. "what, you sleepy already?"

"of course not." cas's tone is haughty, like one of somebody who hasn't been the first one asleep in a single sleepover in the past. dean takes the blow with grace, because he friggin' deserves that. he's been ashamed of himself every, single, morning-after. "i was just wondering if the movie," cas tilts his head towards the screen. "isn't disturbing your parents or your brother. i don't think we've ever watched anything past midnight in your room before."

trust me, dean's brain supplies, i know.

but cas does have a point. there's plenty of loud noises in lotr, and the walls aren't particularly thick. and the last thing he wants right now is for dad to come see why they're not asleep yet, and find them friggin' huddled together on a single.

not that dean minds it.

"well," dean frowns. "what do you suggest? it is sorta late to switch to sleepover games, by the way, if you were planning on saying 'never have i ever'."

"we could use your earphones." cas says, like it's the most obvious thing. "and neither of us ever win in 'never have i ever', dean. or lose, actually. we know each each other too well. why would i suggest that?"

but dean's already stuck on a previous part of cas's sentence. "m-my earphones?"

cas blinks at him. "yes?"

dean swallows.

"unless you want to play 'never have i ever'?"

dean swats at cas for that, which the latter tries to dodge by pushing dean with both hands, until dean's wriggling and swearing at him to stop trying to put him through the wall because either they really are cosied up in that little space, or being in the middle of a really important realization makes you go soft on your opponent.

when cas finally lets dean go with a self-satisfied grin, dean only falters for a moment before planting the laptop on cas indelicately and knee-waddling to the end of the bed to get to his desk.

he finds his extremely well-used black earphones soon enough and returns to his spot, where cas shifts hardly an inch to give him his due space, resulting in dean well and truly sandwiched between the wall and cas, because his best friend is a jackass like that. and of course, the only reasons dean leans further towards cas with practised annoyance etched on his face is because it's the kind of annoying he's supposed to be, and it's october and the wall is cold.

cas, on the other hand, is really not.

"what are you waiting for?" cas grumbles, eyes squinty at dean in the dark, and dean makes a face at him, plugging it in (without needing to look, not that he'd've been able to see a thing in the dark anyways), and offering cas the left earplug.

which cas promptly puts in his left ear — the one that's farther away — because he's cas, and things like which earplug is meant for which ear, matter to him.

dean friggin' loves him.

and it's some time after dean's put the right one in his left ear — because he's not cas is why, and their heads are close enough already — and they've hit play and settled into the comfortable silence of watching a movie they've both seen at least five times in the past and dean's actually begun to pay attention, that he absolutely freezes in his metaphorical tracks, the entire world stuttering to a halt as he tries to register that last thought.

he loves cas.

he said it to himself. he said he loved him.

and that's just goddamn it.

he loves cas.

dean's eyes flit to cas, who's watching the movie without having any life-altering revelations, stuffing his mouth full of popcorn every five minutes (a habit dean can proudly claim to have been responsible for fostering in the first place), not smiling but with a corner of his lip pulled up like he ends up unconsciously doing whenever he's really paying attention, his profile only half-lit with colors, and his closeness suddenly so incredibly flustering.

yeah, well. you've known it for a while, the voice in dean's head that's not exactly his, returns. haven't you?

and maybe he has.

or maybe he hasn't, and it really does feel like a switch flipping for some people. people like him who're zoning out watching lord of the rings one moment, and smitten with their best friends the second.

it doesn't really matter either way, does it?

it's 2:37 am when dean turns his head to the movie again.

inarguably far too late for anything to matter to dean other the fact that he knows. the fact that he knows that he's in love with cas. and the fact that he is.

(maybe he can think of ways to ask him out tomorrow.

or next week.

or maybe he'll chicken out a thousand times until he finally ends up stuttering his way through a severely practised-in-the-mirror confession eight months later, and cas will smile that smile he reserves for dean, and say he can't make it friday because of astronomy club, and dean'll blush even harder because he knew that, he knows that dammit, and then cas will suggest thursday instead, and thursday will be too soon and way too terrifying and just perfect. and then they'll live happily ever after.)

but dean's got all the time in the world to sort out — read: lose his shit over — the maybe's.

right now? being in love with cas is enough.

and being here, watching the last sixteen minutes of one of their mutually favorite movies in bed with his best friend and love of his life, is perfect.

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dean does end up falling asleep first, yet again, cause turns out achieving self-awareness and spontaneous living-in-the-moment prowess don't do shit to help with being less of an embarrassment.

but this time, he gets to wake up with an arm slotted around his waist, and a warm castiel curled up close behind him, still fast asleep and breathing in light puffs down dean's tshirt, so maybe, just maybe, he doesn't have to chalk this one up as a loss after all.

doesn't mean cas still won't be a smugfaced little shit about it though.

but then, that's probably one of the things dean winchester loves about him anyway.

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angelcaswinchester · 3 years

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"How's the egg painting going?" Dean asked, dropping a kiss to the top of his husband's head.

Cas turned, flashing Dean the warmest smile as they both looked over at Jack - their toddler using his fingers to paint pink and green streaks across the eggshell.

"Better than expected. Have you set up the egg hunt yet?" Cas asked.

Dean nodded. "All set up in the backyard. You ready to go find some eggs in the yard, buddy?" Dean asked, plucking Jack from his high chair and propping him on his hip; little fingers pressing paint to his collar.

"What about papa?" Jack pouted, looking at Cas with big eyes.

"I'm going to find the Easter Bunny." Cas beamed as Jack clapped happily, the toddler tugging at Dean's hair and leaving pastel colors in his wake.

"I like the new look," Cas teased, fingers dancing over the pink streaks.

"All for you, sweetheart," Dean said, reaching out and snagging Cas by the hip; sneaking in a kiss.

"Egg hunt, egg hunt," Jack chanted, tugging at Dean's shirt again.

Dean broke the kiss, bumping his nose against Cas'. "See you in a minute, Easter Bunny," he whispered. "Alright, let's go hunt some eggs, little man," Dean said to Jack as they walked outside towards the hidden chocolate delights, and Cas went to change into the bunny costume to surprise Jack.

#toddler!jack #destiel #userpris #rambleoncas #smiledean #my writing #rainbowscas #bluefirecas #usershey #tearsofgrace #destiel drabble #starrynightdeancas writes

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chrrispine · 2 years

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The Truth / Despair - November 5, 2020

I love you.

#cowboycoven #donestiel #tusercherub #winterfrosted #rainbowscas #usermoose #userstarry #userpris #userdainty #bluefirecas #spncreek #agentplant #userbon #destieledit #supernatural #spn #spnedit #destiel #*alison

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theedorksinlove · 3 years

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dean winchester & castiel ⤷ supernatural ✗ 11x03

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deancaskiss · 3 years

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dean spreading cas' ashes in a peaceful place because he knows how much his angel loves nature and serenity. but dean can't stay away, misses him so much it aches in his soul, so he starts going back there once a week to talk to cas. he never tells sam where he's going, but he thinks sam might know. he doesnt care how long of a drive it is. doesnt care that he spends the whole journey with the music off and the impala silent. because when he gets there, when he sees the windmill spinning lazily in the breeze, its like the air around him bursts into life and sound. cas. its like he can feel the angel's presence in every blade of grass and every flower blooming and every bee that buzzes past. he gets out of the car, sits down in the damp grass, and smiles softly. "hey, cas. i missed you," dean says quietly. and then, after a deep breathe, dean just starts talking. "you'll never guess what happened yesterday..." he tells cas everything, from hunts to the movie he watched the previous night. he stays until its dark, until the fireflies start to dance, and then he finally gets up to leave. "good night, cas, I'll see you next week."

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sarahwilsonn · 3 years

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LOKI 1.05: Journey Into Mystery

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crybabycastiell · 3 years

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I'll just...wait here then.

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