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catsconflictscopicsandchamomile · 3 months

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I think that in any (hypothetical) spn continuation, the best way to establish that Blurrywife 1) is evil/is a monster and 2) is NOT Eileen, is to have Eileen break directly into Sam's "flash-forward" and shoot Blurrywife with a gun.

#spn #supernatural #blurrywife #spn 15x20 #eileen leahy #spn fix-it fic #Let Eileen Be The One To Gank Blurrywife 2024 #Sam Winchester. half-dead with his hair turned white. totally out of it...#...watching his GORGEOUS and VERY REAL gf burst in and mow that blurry bitch down with the sheer force of Irish Fury(tm)

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destinationtoast · 6 days

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Toastystats: TV fandom fix-its on AO3 - Supernatural

Following the previous cross-fandom look at TV fix-its, we're starting fandom deep dives. We're starting with the strongest fandom response to a finale I've ever seen -- Supernatural.

For lots more data, explanations of all of the above, plus any clarifications & corrections, click through to AO3.

#supernatural #spn #ao3 #fix it fic #fix-its #fandom stats #toastystats #op #fandom history #50 #100

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gaytedlasso · 1 year

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A portal from the Empty opens up, as Dean emerges with Cas half-conscious and leaning on his shoulder. Unable to bear another step, Cas crumbles to the floor, bringing Dean down on top of him. The portal closes with a crash, and a silence settles in the room.

Cas' chest heaves below him, but Dean can't even take a breath. Cas. Cas is- he's here. He may be covered in Empty goo but he's here. Cas is home. His eyes flutter open and Dean slowly pulls them both up to a sitting position. Cas looks up in exhausted disbelief. Dean's gonna say it. He has to say it. He has to say the words that have been inflating in his ribs and threatening to burst.

"You stupid son of a bitch. Of course I love you." And before he can lose his nerve, Dean grabs Cas by the face and kisses him so hard he's sure that he'll taste blood any second.

Dean pulls away from Cas and finally takes the breath he's been struggling to inhale this whole time - instantly leaving his lungs the moment he opens his eyes to see Cas' face.

Cas looks stunned, maybe horrified. His face goes through the entire spectrum of emotions so quickly that it makes it all indecipherable. Tears in his eyes are so close to falling Dean isn't sure how they're still holding on. His mouth hangs open but not a single word comes out. Oh no. He doesn't want this. He regrets it. He sh--

Any thoughts of doubt were squashed immediately as Cas grips Dean by the shoulders and kisses him like his life depends on it.

It may be their second kiss, but it feels like their first. It's warm and soft and tender. Dean simulationeously relaxes and feels every inch of his body light up as Cas moves his hand to rest in his hair, empty goo be damned.

If he's honest, it feels like love.

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Finale, what finale?

I only know the post Empty rescue makeout scene

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castielsprostate · 3 months

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arsonist!castiel x firefighter!dean my beloved

#sjonnie.text #no i cant write the fic i cant i never follow through on fics im torturing myself by making myself finish the deanpala fix #unless.....#dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural

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hells-plaid-angel · 3 months

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Dean had the lung capacity of a deep-sea diver. After years of holding his breath as he drove through tunnels, he'd honed the skill, only gasping for breath when the Impala's windshield broke through the darkness and into the light. The habit had formed as a child but lingered into adulthood as most childhood fantasies did.

As a boy, his father raised him on superstition. If you made a wish when the world was swallowed by blackness and you could hold your breath until the end of a tunnel, that wish would come true. Over the years he'd wished for a hundred stupid things. He'd wished his mother was still alive, that he lived a normal life or that a pretty girl would look his way. He'd wished his father had been the one who'd died in the fire. He wished he didn't feel that way.

Once Dean had blacked out in the backseat of the Impala when driving the I-90 through Boston. He'd come to with Sammy squealing like a stuck pig and John Winchester cursing like a sailor. For the next year, being in Massachusetts made him feel light-headed.

Kids and old men are similar in their love of rituals. Dean was no longer a child, but he wasn't ready to call himself an old man. The ritual had changed over the years, but at its heart, it was always the same.

Dean found his new ritual each night he woke from a nightmare. That night, he found himself in the bunker. The image of his hands covered in blood lingered in the darkness of the room. He held his breath wishing for the dream not to be true. He only breathed when he switched on the lights and found his hands clean. In his dreams, Cas was always dying.

The nightmares weren't helped by the fact that the angel had died, numerous times. His sleep-addled mind took time to sort fact from fiction. Had Cas come back this time?

Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that death didn't always stick. Dean Winchester knew better than anybody that the universe liked to make him suffer. Both statements were equally true.

In the nightmare, Cas had died in his arms. He'd awoken, held his breath, switched on the lights and choked out a breath, which sounded suspiciously like a sob. When the drowning feeling reseeded he found himself exiting his bedroom, searching for the object of his nightmares as a drowning man searches for land.

Dean would never admit to himself he was looking for Cas, but the knowledge was there. There were many things Dean knew but wasn't ready to admit.

Dean found the angel in the library of the bunker, absentmindedly flicking through ancient texts and Sam's collection of trashy fitness and lifestyle magazines indiscriminately. A heavy weight on his chest dissipated. Cas looked up at Dean's sharp inhale. He could breathe again.

"Hello, Dean," the angel greeted, as though he were late to some prearranged meeting.

"Morning, Cas," Dean spoke, for lack of a better topic of conversation. He collapsed into the seat beside Cas.

"It's currently 3:15 a.m. and the sun isn't scheduled to rise until 5:25."

"Thanks for the weather report, buddy," Dean griped. His tone lacked the usual exasperated edge he used when Cas said something that struck him as particularly alien, which was often.

"How are you, Dean? You seem... unmoored."

People in the twenty-first century didn't use words like 'unmoored'. Dean knew exactly what Cas wasn't saying. Dean seemed upset. If there was one thing Dean didn't cope well with, it was being anything less than 'fine'. They were experts in each other's pathology, which would always feel strange. Dean wasn't used to being known.

"Can we talk about something else?" Dean had been working on the concept of denial. However, avoidance was fair game.

"If I'm going to be staying here long term, I want to buy better magazines," Cas stated, tossing the magazine haphazardly. He'd been staying for longer than usual. Dean kept feeling like he was holding his breath, waiting for the angel to disappear.

"We can drive into town come morning. Need to clear my head anyway."

"You haven't been sleeping well," Cas observed, his eyes shifting their attention to Dean. The blue-grey eyes said more than his words. His eyes were an ocean to an inexperienced swimmer. Not everyone could read them. Dean could. There was something more to them. A strong rip beneath steady water. There was a storm raging beneath the surface.

"It's creepy that you've noticed that," Dean remarked.

"You haven't been very quiet."

Dean wondered how much Cas heard. Did he talk in his sleep? Did he call out Cas' name in the night? Had the angel heard the moments of weakness where Dean had let himself muffle sobs behind his hand?

"This isn't changing the subject."

"I've been changing the subject all week. Evidently, it's not working," Cas' voice was resolute.

He and Dean shared their stubbornness, which always led to unproductive stalemates. They were two bucks with their antlers interlocked, starving and trapped in their own idiocy.

"The thing about being human, Cas, is that things don't magically just get fixed because you want them to." Dean rebuked.

"I'm aware, but have you actually tried to fix it?"

They were fighting. Why were they fighting?

"Talking never really solved much in my line of work. You know that."

"Is this about work?" Cas questioned.

They hadn't had any difficult hunts in weeks. Cas knew it wasn't about the job. He wanted Dean to know he knew.

"It doesn't matter what it's about. That's not the point. You don't get it." Dean felt the truth pushing its way up to the surface.

"Then help me understand."

"The problem —." Dean began before he felt anger or frustration choke the words from him.

"The problem is you keep dying."

He'd expected Cas to baulk at the confession. Dean wasn't one for sharing fears or feelings. What he hadn't expected was the look of horror that settled on the angel's face.

Dean scowled and scrubbed at his cheek, quietly cursing himself when his palm pulled back wet. Over the years, he'd gotten good at crying quietly. He hated that he was able to hide it from himself. Men didn't cry. Dean didn't cry. It was a lie, not so much a superstition, but a fable. A story he told himself.

"Dean I — I didn't realise my death... affected you so much. I apologise for the oversight," Cas spoke slowly, as though deliberately choosing each word with care.

How the hell could Cas not know his death, every goddamn one, hurt Dean? Cas was family.

"Yeah, well, I pegged you for a lot of things, Cas. Stupid wasn't one of 'em. So just... Be careful. I'm going to bed," Dean mumbled, praying for a quick exit.

Cas grabbed Dean's arm as he passed, stilling him. Dean felt the restriction return to his throat. He held his breath. He wished Cas knew what he meant without having to say it out loud.

Neither man spoke. The silence stretched long and loud between them. Cas clung to Dean's arm like a dying man to a life raft. For his part, Dean was just trying to stay afloat. Slowly, almost imperceptibly so, Cas' palm slid down to hold Dean's hand. Dean let him, which was as good as a confession.

There would be no confessions. A confession implied guilt, something that Dean had in droves, but not about Cas. It wasn't a lie so much as it was a fable. If a story was told long enough it became history.

He and Cas were still in the dark, biding time between apocalypses. He wished that when they finally found themselves in brighter times, there would be no need for confessions.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 2 months

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if prompts are still a thing; "your eyes are So pretty"

With anyone you fancy ✨

"Thank you... your eyes. They are also quite pleasing to look at," Castiel replied, barely able to make eye contact with you, which you thought was amusing given the topic at hand.

"Thanks Cas," you spoke softly, that swelling feeling filling your ribcage when something made you really and truly happy. You knew he was probably only passing the compliment back because he didn't know what else to say, but it didn't stop that feeling from filling you up anyway.

"Your smile is also- you're beautiful, did you know? I've seen many forms and many faces over the millennia but yours... all the others do not compare."

You felt a flush crawl over your skin, betraying just how you felt about those little comments of his. And Castiel, usually so oblivious, noticed it right away.

"Oh, I see," his lips twitched into a very subtle smirk. "I did not realise my words had such an effect on you."

"Didn't you?" You asked sceptically, trying to get a hold over your reactions and failing miserably.

"Okay, you got me," Cas' grin widened just a touch, and you felt your heart flutter at the sight. "Maybe I knew a little."

#raz's quick fix fics #castiel x reader #castiel x you #supernaural #supernatural x reader #spn x reader

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shallowseeker · 4 months

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Truth & despair

"The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable."

Synopsis: In an attempt to tackle his grief, Sam rifles through the bunker footage to discover the truth of Castiel's death. The footage leaves him with more questions than answers. (The one where Dean's recollection of events...does not match the footage.)

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Focus: Supernatural post-15x19 fic, TFW grieving badly, Bad therapy attempts with Mia Vallens, False memories, The Shadow is in love with Cas, Jack and Amara are AWOL

Characters: Dean/Castiel, Dean & Sam, Sam & Dean & Cas & Jack, Eileen Leahy, Mia Vallens, Chuck Shurley, Becky & the Rosen-Baron fam, Donatello Redfield, The Empty, Amara, Jack as God, Rowena MacLeod, Sam POV and Sam is blessedly annoying

Content warning: Major character death (Castiel), poor coping mechanisms (Dean), and encroachment of personal boundaries (Sam). Eventual happy ending.

Updates every weekend!

Proofread by @minalblood & finished for @tenderthunder

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Ch 01: (~4200 words, ~17 minutes) - In an attempt to tackle his grief, Sam rifles through the bunker footage to track down Cas’s last moments. The footage leaves him with more questions than answers.

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Ch 02: (~5700 words, ~23 minutes) Mia admonishes Sam for his breach of boundaries, and Dean suffers his first meltdown.

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Ch 03: (~5200 words, ~20 minutes) Sam leans into unhealthy coping mechanisms that nearly get them killed.

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Ch 04: (~4700 words, ~18 minutes) Snapped out of Chuck’s grand finale, Sam and Dean wonder what’s next.

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Ch 05: (~5250 words, ~21 minutes) In need of Becky Rosen’s laptop, Chuck and the Winchesters track her to a safe house in the recesses of the Wallowa Mountains, Oregon. En route, the roadways are riddled with mysterious sinkholes. Dean admits he’s drawn to them.

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Ch 06: (~7500 words, ~30 minutes) - Chuck shows his true colors, but Dean’s the real problem.

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Ch 07: (~7200 words, ~28 minutes) - Dean takes a leap of faith. Sam follows.

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Ch 08: (~7100 words, ~28 minutes) - Sam and Dean tunnel their way into The Empty. It's not empty.

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Ch 09 (~ 6200 words, ~25 minutes) - Unable to rid Castiel of the cooling Empty gunk, Sam and Dean transport him back to the Barons’ house and attempt to free him.

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Ch 10 (~ 6200 words, ~25 minutes) - Hoping to track Jack and Amara, Team Free Well returns to Washaway Beach to perform a potent locator spell.

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Ch 11 (~8000 words, ~32 minutes) - Sam and Chuck crash-land in a lush landscape and run afoul of Amara. She taunts Sam, promising that Jack will never return, at least not of his own free will.

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Ch 12 (~10800 words, ~43 minutes) - Jack's got everything he needs right here. Why would he ever leave?

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Ch 13 (~8000 words, ~32 minutes) - Sam awakens in the shallow waters of Washaway Beach...alongside the prone body of Jack Kline.

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Ch 14 coming soon (~10200 words, ~40 minutes) - Maybe Sam can't fix everything. Maybe that's okay.

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Epilogue coming soon (~?words, ~? minutes)

#yaaay #i'm doing the thing #and learning along the way #come hell or high water #truth & despair #truth & despair by shal #spn fics #destiel #sam pov #i can't believe i'm writing things now who says fandom doesn't enrich the mind #weird lil fix in my weird lil sandbox corner

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radiostranger · 2 months

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watching supernatural season 15 episode 18 for the first time so excited to see cas confess his love and then for nothing bad to happen at all and for them to live happily ever after !

#let me live in my delusion #looking forward to reading fix it fics immediately after #supernatural #spn #castiel #destiel

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orpheuscas · 4 months

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When Dean finally gets the photo free, his heart stops.

Then it starts pounding.

It’s a man with striking blue eyes, and, of all things, a cowboy hat. But it isn’t either of these facts that make him freeze. He recognizes the man—knows him, but doesn’t. The same way he knows himself. He doesn’t know who the man is, or where, or why he knows him, or why he’s important. But that doesn’t stop the unnamable feeling crawling up his throat, or the thought that floats to the front of his mind—the only thing in the entire world that he’s sure of, other than his own first name.

Well, two things, really. First, that the man’s name is Cas. And second, that whoever he is, whatever it takes, Dean needs to find him.

[on november 20th, 2020, dean winchester dies in his brother’s arms. on november 21st, he wakes up outside a cabin in north cove, washington. read on ao3]

#here she finally is. the jack-accidentally-resurrects-dean-but-without-his-memory fix-it fic.#spn fic #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancaskiss #spncreatorsdaily #my work

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morallygreyintrovert · 2 months

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Today I put on my big girl pants and decided to finally start writing my SPN fix-it fic which starts with Cas in the empty. I’ve been day dreaming about this forever now despite never having written a single thing. So screw you executive function and perfectionist tendencies. The first chapter draft title was ‘once we meet again’ and I wasn’t overly fond of it but I decided to not procrastinate over a chapter title and come back to it later.

Anyway as I was nearing the end of the first chapter, a perfectly fitting song came to mind for the overall vibe of the chapter and thus the final (or so I think) title was born. And I am very pleased with myself so I thought I’d share with the group. Plus a sneak peak of the first paragraph if anyone would like to read it and leave me their HONEST thoughts, it would be much appreciated.

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destielwarmsthecocklesofmyheart · 3 months

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“Dean’s eyes were still squeezed shut, but he was acutely aware of three things: one, his knees really fuckin hurt from that landing, two, the familiar smell of the bunker was filling his nostrils meaning their insane plan had actually worked, and three, Cas was back.”

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i woke up out of a dream and that sentence was in my brain…

i am now writing a fix-it that starts with it…

i have no clue when or even if it will ever be finished because i haven’t written a fic in over 10 years…

ill keep you posted

#fix it fic #15x20 never happened #fuck the finale #destiel #dean winchester #deancas #castiel #supernatural #spn #jensen ackles #cockles #jenmish #misha collins

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deanspunchingbag · 5 months

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one of the worst loose ends supernatural never tied up/ things they never really addressed after one episode was the whole claire and kaia thing. you are telling me! you are gonna sit there and tell me! that claire had a whole speech at the end of that one episode about finding kaia and getting her revenge, and we never saw it??? we never got claire kicking ass to save her, or a big reunion?? we got like a throw away line from jody about it but that was it, and i'm still mad

#supernatural #claire novak #kaia supernatural #claire and kaia #spn #spn shitposts #shitpostnatural #justice for claire #justice for kaia #i want a fix it fic for them #cw really said bury your gays #and never let them see the light of day #dean winchester #destiel #sam winchester #castiel

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unanimous-anonymous · 1 year

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A digital piece from 2021 done for a DCBB season 15 fix it fic. This is Cas pulling Dean’s ass off that damn rebar 🥲🥲🥲🥲 Lots I would change about this now, but I still love the highlight of Cas’ face.

Wish I had more patience for digital works — my setup sucks 😂

#supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #deancas #jensen ackles #destiel is canon #fanfic #spn final season #misha collins #spn spoilers #spn season 15 #spnfandom #artists on tumblr #spn 15x20 #15x18 #digital art #fix it fic #canon divergence

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nayeliq1 · 11 months

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June 12th, prompt: Adventure

Grey has overtaken Dean's hair.

His skin has gone soft and wrinkly, his knees crack every time he crouches down, his steps have become slower, his arms weaker.

But that's okay, that's just what old age is like. He's just lucky he gets to experience it at all, and with Cas by his side - equally grey, equally wrinkly. Getting old really isn't all that bad when you get to watch the love of your life doing it alongside you.

Today, Jack has told them. Dean had known it was coming, it's alright.

"You ready?", Dean asks that night, a wrinkly hand searching for Cas' under the blanket.

"Yes." Cas squeezes his fingers, smiling calmly. And despite the lump in his throat, Dean isn't afraid, and he knows neither is Cas. "I've been ready for some time."

"I know, sweetheart."

"Are you scared?"

Dean's heart is beating a little too fast, but he shakes his head.

"Not really", he says truthfully. "Bit nervous, maybe. But hey, that's what imminent death will do to ya."

"It'll be fine, Dean." Cas pulls Dean's hand to his lips, presses a kiss to skin marked by age spots. "We'll be together in the Heaven our son built for us. If you know it's not the end, death is nothing but the next great adventure."

Cas is right, of course.

"And I can't wait to go on that adventure with you."

"See you soon", Cas smiles right before they close their eyes. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

Dean falls asleep with a feeling of peacefulness filling his whole body, and when he opens his eyes again, their bedroom is gone. He stands on a bridge surrounded by forest, body young and strong. Baby is there, but he doesn’t get in. He waits.

There's a shift in the breeze, a presence in his back.

"Hello, Dean."

And Dean smiles.

Let the adventure begin.

For @starcrosseddeancas Dreamy Drabbles

#this is far too long I'm so sorry #but eeeeeh we can let it get a bit out of hand as a land hurray on the last challenge day yeah?#dreamy drabbles #last day of dreamy drabbles #this went by so fast whut #destiel drabble #inspired by the ending of my fix-it fic #spn drabble #destiel ficlet #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #dean winchester gets to get old #as he deserved #cas is the love of deans life yall #drabble prompt: adventure #soft destiel #destiel fluff #my writing

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sasanka-27 · 1 month

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It’s real

| Fandom: supernatural | Pairing: Dean/Castiel | Words: 7k+

| Type: oneshot | Rating: Teen and up | Author: Sasanka27

Summary: Morning of his birthday Dean wakes up alone doubting if he hadn’t dream the good parts of his life.

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castieldelamancha · 5 months

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Dean wakes up suddenly, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, he struggles to get his breathing under the control and he shivers, his sweaty skin cooling down as the covers pool down at his lap.

"Dean?"

The worried call for him is followed by a hand pressing against his sternum, another one finding his shoulder blade.

"It was a bad dream, that's all, you are okay." Dean takes a deep, shuddering breath, he knows it was a dream, but it had felt so real anyway, "that's it," Castiel takes one of his hands, his fingers carefully closing around Dean's wrist and pressing his palm against his own chest, mirroring the way Castiel was touching him just a moment ago, "breathe with me."

He takes in another breath, it's easier this time around, as he follows the fall and rise of Castiel's chest, steady, solid, "you weren't there." He says, and he knows it doesn't make any sense, but Castiel simply listens, moving them around a bit, he leans back against the headboard and, using the arm he has around Dean's shoulder, he gently gets him to lay down against him, his head on Cas' shoulder.

"I am here."

Dean doesn't seem to hear him, still slightly agitated, "I was dying, a hunt gone wrong," he huffs out a bitter laugh, what a fucking ridiculous way to go, especially after saving the world, "vampires, I think, it's all getting kind of fuzzy now," he frowns, Castiel scratches his scalp, lightly, " Sammy was there, and I was dying, Cas, and I," he clears his throat, "I died, I guess?" Castiel's hand finds the one Dean has on his chest, he interlaces their fingers together.

"Nothing of it was real." Dean wonders if this is a reminder for him or if Cas is also talking to himself.

"I know that, but I was in Heaven, and Bobby was there," Castiel hums, "and it's like you hadn't come back after we took care of Chuck," and Dean reminds himself Castiel did, in fact, come back to him, that it all happened years ago, and that, ever since then, they have been together. "You weren't waiting for me."

Castiel kisses the top of his head, and Dean has calmed down already, but he isn't in a rush to break this embrace, even if he feels a bit guilty for keeping Cas awake, "see? That's how you know it was a dream, I would have done everything I could to save you, and if I had failed to do so I would have made sure to be the one to welcome you."

Dean nuzzles Castiel's shoulder, "I know," he mutters, "I know you would." He adds, more firmly, completely convinced of what he is saying, his faith in Cas unwavering.

Castiel's hand leaves him, his fingers closing over his chin instead, tilting his head up, tenderly, Dean looks up at him and Castiel searches his face for a moment, looking deep into his eyes, "we are together now," he presses a kiss to his forehead, "I love you" another kiss, right between his eyes, "always" he kisses his lips, a brief thing that warms Dean to the core.

"Love you too, Cas."

#now that's how i would fix spn to bring it back huh #destiel #thanks for coming to my ted talk #fix it fic #ficlet #vanessa writes ✨#post finale #post s15

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