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"Let me look at you." Cas said after letting Dean down onto his bed. Castiel went about the work of taking inventory of Dean's wounds.

"Here Cas - " Sam set down the bunkers first aid kit. Cas opened Dean's sleeve to see a deep gash that had been bleeding through his shirt.

"That's gonna need stitches." Sam said. "Here, let me."

"No. I'll do it Sam."

"Are you sure?" Sam had watched Cas heal Dean countless times - but without his grace he figured that he would be the expert here.

"I said I'll take care of it." Cas bit sharply. "I may not have my grace, but I'm not entirely useless." Cas usually didn't take such a sharp tone, especially not with Sam, but he was mad. He hated not being able to heal Dean with a simple touch.

Dean gave Sam a look letting him know that he would be okay. He'd been injured far worse in his life and had even on occasion given himself his own stitches. He would be able to walk Cas through this, if needed. Sam turned to leave the room to retrieve of whiskey for Dean.

"I am sorry." Cas said without meeting Dean's eyes. "I didn't mean to snap at Sam. I just hate being so damn useless." Cas readied the kit before he threaded the needle.

"Cas-" Dean waited until Cas finally looked at him. "You're not useless. You are more than just your grace." Cas looked back down at the kit avoiding Dean's gaze and not allowing the words to sink in. " I need you to hear me." Dean was urgent. "You were never just an angel to me. You know that, right?"

"I know." Cas dropped his eyes again and returned to his work, as he meticulously went about prepping the wound and disinfecting the skin around the gash in Dean's forearm. "I just hate seeing you in pain and I hate that I can't fix it."

"With you here Cas - don't you know - I can't feel any pain?" Dean was trying to ease the tension and flirt a little. Sure Cas had confessed his love and Dean was sure to let him know that he felt the same way after they saved Cas from the Empty - but they hadn't really done this part.

It had been mostly a few desperate hugs right after the rescue mission. There had been that one chaste kiss when Dean told Cas that he loved him back and they'd held hands once while watching a movie. But Dean's whole body ached for more. More Cas. He just didn't know where to start. There was a part of him that still worried that he and Cas didn't mean 'I love you' the same way. Dean had never doubted that Cas loved him throughout all of their friendship. And he had known for a long time that he loved him back. But what if Dean got it wrong? Dean was only human and he wanted things, physical expressions of that love. He wanted to flirt. He wanted to tell Cas how attractive he was and tell him how much he wanted him and watch the angel blush and smile. He didn't know if Cas felt that way about him too.

Castiel's eyes briefly darted up to meet Dean's but he didn't return the smile. "Stop distracting me." Cas said flatly as a blush crept up his cheeks. He bit his bottom lip to stop it from quirking up into a grin. Cas tugged Dean's forearm up until it was resting in his lap. Dean let out a staggered breath as Cas started with the first stitch and he immediately felt the pang of the deep breath in his side. He must have a bruised a rib too. "I'll be quick."

Dean was impressed with Castiel's precision as he threw stitch after stitch. Their Netflix binges of Dr. Sexy must be paying off. Sam returned from the kitchen with a full tumbler of whisky and a bag of peas. Dean swallowed the whiskey down in several successive gulps before exchanging the glass for the peas.

"That looks bad." Sam said as Dean opened one side of his shirt to ice the deep purplish bruise on his abdomen. "How's your breathing?" Sam asked with that pinched clinical concern.

"It hurts when I laugh or breathe too deep, but it's nothing a few days of rest won't fix."

"There - all set." Cas said as he tied off the last stitch.

"That's actually really good stitching." Sam tried and failed to hide the surprise in his voice.

"Thanks." Cas wrapped gauze over the stitches before beginning to apply antiseptic to Dean's other cuts and scrapes. "Can you get him some Advil and a water? I know that whiskey is quick and probably Dean's pain killer of choice, but it doesn't do anything to help with the swelling and inflammation."

Dean couldn't help but be slightly turned on by Cas playing doctor right now and watching him boss Sam around was just an added bonus. He couldn't hide the humor in his eyes as Sam rolled his and did as he was told. Cas moved closer and made Dean completely shrug out of his flannel shirt that was tattered shreds in some places. Dean had plenty of fantasies of Cas in his bed and taking his shirt off, but in those fantasies, he would have preferred not to have lost so much blood and he would have liked to have had full lung capacity.

Cas addressed each wound with such urgency and gentleness. He was close to Dean's face as he applied ointment to the cut above Dean's eye.

"You're getting a black eye." Castiel let himself cradle Dean's head in his hand. His thumb just caressing the outline of the swollen shiner. Their gaze lingered longer than necessary. Dean leaned into the touch hoping for more. Even if it meant he had to be injured to indulge, this touch was all he longed for. Sam announced his presence by clearing his throat, as he stumbled upon the moment. He suddenly felt like an intruder in the awkward silence - well - awkward for him.

Cas dropped his hand quickly as if he he'd been scolded. It was Dean's turn to pull a bitch-face. "I think we got it from here." Dean said dismissively. "Thanks Sam." Sam put down the Advil and water bottle on the bedside table and promptly exited the room. With all of Dean's injuries they probably wouldn't be getting up to any adult activities that Sam would need earplugs for, but he wanted to have them handy just in case.

Dean brushed a hand over Cas' arm as if to quiet his frantic first aid work. "Thank you for fixing me all up. I am as good as new." Dean let his hand rest on Cas' arm. It was new and still felt a little forced - but god - he wanted to touch him.

"You are hardly good as new." Cas' eyes fell again with a look that Dean recognized as shame. "It's my fault that you were injured in the first place and it's my fault I don't have my grace anymore to heal you. I'm just no good for you."

"hey - hey - don't say that - " Dean's voice was stern - on the verge of anger as he shook at the angel's arm like he was trying to dislodge all the wrongness of his words. "Don't you know - you're the best thing that's ever happened to me?" Their eyes met again briefly and Dean could see the shy smile in Cas' eyes as he fought against his own disbelief.

"Alright." Cas got to his feet and out of Dean's grasp. "Take two of these." Cas uncapped the bottle of water and handed it to Dean with the Advil. Dean obeyed. "I'll be back in a few hours to wake you up and take two more."

"Cas - wait." Dean caught Cas' arm as he turned to leave. Dean held on because he knew the moment he let go Cas would be out the door. He could tell Cas was still beating himself up over all of this. Dean had done enough self-loathing to recognize it. "Stay."

Cas gave him a look and was about to object, but Dean continued. "Look, I know we haven't worked out all this stuff." Dean gestured a hand between them both - insinuating that "this stuff" actually meant us. "I just want you close." Dean smoothed his thumb over the inside of Cas' wrist silently imploring him for any small gesture of closeness. "Please."

Cas turned his palm over to hold Dean's hand back, his countenance softening as he locked eyes with him. "I just need a little time to myself Dean, to get my head straight. I'll be back in a few hours." Cas gave a little squeeze before dropping Dean's hand and closing the door behind him. "Promise."

Dean let him go. He stripped down to his shorts and burrowed under the covers and let himself drift into a state of no longer consciously existing.

Cas paced in the library and then in the war room before he finally found himself getting a whole pint of ice cream from the fridge and heading to the tv room. All Dean wanted was to have him close, despite all of his failures and he couldn't even give him that. He flipped through the channels mindlessly while he ate ice cream until he was on the verge of a brain freeze. Numbing out with the tv and food seemed to be the coping mechanism of many a human who found themselves frustrated. Cas landed on a re-run of Dr. Sexy. He abandoned his own emotions and let the feelings of the characters on screen fill the void. A mother was trying to calm her terminally sick child. "Let mommy kiss it better....okay." Cas watched as the mother pressed a feather light kiss to her child's forehead. "All better?" the mom asked. Despite the child's illness still persisting, Cas was amazed to watch the child's tears dry up as they put on a brave face. "All better." the child confirmed.

Cas had never heard that phrase before - 'kiss it better'. He didn't have his grace, but this seemed to be something that humans could do. A quick google search confirmed "Comfort a sick or injured person by kissing the sore or injured part of their body as a gesture of removing pain."

Cas checked the time and realized it was close to the time Dean should have another dosage of pain meds. He clicked off the tv and left the remainder of ice cream on the tv stand to melt. He was going to wake Dean up and kiss it better. Cas turned on the bed side lamp and sat in the open space next to Dean. He didn't want to startle him awake knowing far too well how that could end up. In time, Dean woke up with a slight jolt.

"Cas?" Dean said with the sleep and searching in his voice.

"Can you sit up for round 2 of meds?" Cas handed Dean the Advil and water as Dean shifted around on the bed. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been tossed around by Bigfoot."

"Can I try something?" Cas asked not being quite brave enough to meet Dean's eyes. Dean nodded. Cas scooted closer on the bed until he could reach all of Dean comfortably. He cupped Dean's face and bringing him close, he pressed a light kiss to the cut above Dean's eye and then another kiss to the shiner just under it.

Dean drew in a ragged breath, wincing with the twinge in his abdomen. Moving slow and methodical, Cas brought Dean's forearm up close and pressed another kiss to the skin at the edge of the gauze. Dean's heart began to palpitate as his heart rate climbed. Cas kissed him with such tenderness, but he couldn't help but be a little confused with the sudden influx of affection. "Cas?" Dean licked his dry lips, searching for the right words. "What's - what are you doing?" "It's not working, is it?" Cas couldn't hide the disappointment. "I must not be doing it right."

"What's not working?" Dean asked, still puzzled.

"I'm trying to 'kiss it better'. I saw it on tv and the internet confirmed that you can comfort someone by kissing the injured part as a gesture of removing the pain. "Does it not make you feel better? I know it's not as good as my grace - but I just thought-- "

Dean cut him off finally realizing. "No - No - it's working!" He said emphatically. "I just didn't realize you knew about this very-human remedy."

"Well you should have told me sooner. I want to help."

"You are helping, Cas. I told you - just you being here - with me - makes me better."

Cas allowed the affirmation to wash over him without protest.

"Where else does it hurt?"

If Dean had been standing up, he would have gone weak in the knees. He couldn't believe his fortune to have the love of such a selfless being. "Here." Dean pointed to a scratch at that top of his bare clavicle. Without hesitation, Cas pressed a kiss there. "...and here." Dean pointed to the bruise on his temple. "...and here..." Dean pointed to his split lip. Cas pressed a lingering, gentle, and off center kiss to Dean's lips. Dean caught him by the back of the neck - holding him close. "What about you, Cas? Where do you hurt?"

Castiel's brow furrowed in thought. "I didn't get any injuries, Dean. I'm fine."

"I don't mean physically, Cas." Dean watched as he thought through the meaning. "I know you've been in pain. You've not been feeling like yourself, since you lost the rest of your grace. I know it weighs on your heart." Cas nodded as he began to understand. "I do miss my grace. And I miss my wings. I just hate that I'm not of use to you, like I was before. I don't know who I am without being an angel. I don't know what my purpose is."

"Can I try to make it better?"

Cas nodded.

Dean tugged him closer by his sweater, rubbing the material absentmindedly through his fingers. "Can you take this off for me?" Castiel removed his sweater, rucking up his hair in the process. "You'll always be my angel." Dean said as he ran a hand over Cas' chest. He leaned in kissing along the angel's neck, just under his Adam's apple where he'd seen so many angels lose their grace. Dean wrapped his good arm around Castiel's waist and pulling them flush against each other. "You make me feel so good, Cas." Dean trailed kisses down to Cas' chest right where he imagined the angel's heart to be. "I'm all better." Dean let himself lean into Cas' chest as the angel returned his embrace. "This is all I've wanted for so long."

"Me too." Cas pressed kisses to the top of Dean's head. " I would like very much to stay right here - with you." They barely let go of each other as they re-arranged themselves under the covers a few moments later, and comfortably fell asleep.

I hope you enjoyed the fic. I’m always open to feedback. This was inspired by Taylor Swift’s song Cardigan where she says the line “hand under my sweatshirt, baby kiss it better.” Here (x) is a link to the same work on AO3 where you can find some more of my one-shots.

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Angelic Affections

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Gabriel x GN Reader

Summary: When Gabriel’s favorite human gets in an accident, Gabriel is forced to deal with his fear of loosing them as well as his own shortcomings. Slight angst with fluff ending.

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You hummed softly to yourself as you stood in your room packing up your go bag. Your brother Sammy had stormed into the kitchen abruptly interrupting yours and Dean’s breakfast not 20 minutes ago with a new case.

“So get this,” Sam said as he stormed in, laptop in hand. “A string of mysterious deaths all revolving around an old, seemingly abandoned house in Nevada.” You groan in frustration, pushing away your half eaten cereal. How hard was it to get a nice morning with your brothers without having to worry about some ghost or ghoul interrupting it?

“Haunted?” Dean asked, only half paying attention. He took a sip of his coffee, looking awfully comfortable in his robe with his feet propped up on the table the two of you were seated at.

“Seems like it.” Sam replied, scrolling through an article on his laptop.

“You know the drill,” Dean slowly dragged his legs off of the kitchen table as he stood. “Wheels up in thirty.”

“You’ve been watching too many procedural cop shows, Dean.” You chime in as you stand up as well, turning to head to your room. Sam chuckled as Dean just scoffed indignantly at you.

“You know I hate that shit.” He muttered to himself. You just send your older brother a shit eating smile before heading out of the kitchen and into your bedroom.

You turn towards your dresser to pull out a pair of socks when your eye catches on the picture frame resting on top. It’s a polaroid of you and Gabe dressed in terrible matching Christmas sweaters grinning like a couple of dorks in front of a fireplace. You smiled at the memory. Gabe had gotten you a polaroid camera for Christmas last year after you complained that the angels had never had their photos taken before.

“I don’t see why that is an issue.” Cas had said, as oblivious as ever. The three of you were sitting on a couch in the DeanCave. You sat in between the two angels, body angled to face the befuddled angel.

“Well what if there’s a moment in your life that you never want to forget? It’s like being able to preserve the happiest times in your life.” Cas cocked his head at you as Gabe listened intently. You would’ve expected him to tease you for being so passionate about this, but he seems content just to watch the conversation unfold.

“An angel’s memory does not degrade like human’s do. We have no need for such reminders.” You just groan in frustration as Gabe chuckles beside you.

“That’s not the point, Cas.” Castiel just kept looking at you with that confused expression. You let out a sigh before shaking your head, defeated by Cas’s lack of understanding.

“Good luck with that one, honey. I think Cassy here is a lost cause.” The archangel places his hand on your knee as Cas casts a small glare towards him.

It wasn’t long after that incident that you opened one of your presents during Christmas to find the vintage camera. Upon opening it, Gabriel immediately insisted that the two of you take a photo. You put in the film as Gabe knelt beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him.

“Come on! Let’s take the picture already!” Gabriel exclaimed impatiently. He had been hyperactive all morning (You suspected that he had been sneaking Christmas cookies when you weren’t watching) and it was becoming difficult to keep up with him.

“Give me a second! I need to set it up first.” Gabriel simply tugged the camera out of your hands. Truly the angel didn’t have a patient bone in his celestial body. He flicked the camera on and you only had a brief moment to smile at it before the picture was taken. The flash had caught you both by surprise and had you blinking the spots out of your eyes for the next few minutes. But when the picture came out, you couldn’t deny that it was perfect. You had taken several photos of your boys that day, but only that photo had gotten its own frame and a special place upon your dresser.

Suddenly you feel a presence behind you. A warm breath brushes against the back of your neck and the hairs on your arms stand up. Despite knowing that you should be attacking the intruder, a part of you felt calmed by the presence behind you. So instead you just waited to see what would happen.

“Whatya lookin’ at there, sugar?” You let out a sigh of relief as you recognized Gabe’s voice whispering in your ear. You can’t help but feel a blush stain your cheeks as you noticed just how close he was standing. You turn around and shove him away from you in retaliation for sneaking up on you. You avoid his eyes as he shoots you a playfully offended look.

“I was looking at that dorky expression on your face.” You tell him as you gesture to the photo. You continue your task of packing as Gabe picks up the picture frame to take a better look.

“Well excuse me princess, but I see two dorky faces in this picture.” You just rolled your eyes as he shakes the photo in your direction. Focusing back at the task at hand, you bend over your bed to place your socks in your pack. With your back turned to the trickster angel, you miss the way his eyes slide down your form before quickly turning away to place the photo back down.

“I still don’t see why you wanted that picture taken so badly. I’m pretty sure my hair wasn’t even combed!” You turned to look at your angel. His whiskey colored eyes were crinkled in amusement.

“Does an angel need a reason to want to take a picture with his favorite human?” You playfully rolled your eyes as he said this. It wasn’t a new occurrence, him referring to you as his favorite human. He seemed to work it into every conversation the two of you had, as though he felt the need to subtly remind you how much you meant to him. The two of you hadn’t always been this close. In fact, when the two of you first met, you regarded him mainly with suspicion. This suspicion quickly turned into a deep seated hatred for a time after he forced you to live through your brother dying over and over again. It actually wasn’t until Gabriel gave his life that you started to think that your hatred may have been misplaced. Although you had barely known him, a part of you had mourned your tormenter turned savior. As you had falsely assumed that you would never see him again. Cut to 8 years later when Ketch delivered an incredibly alive Gabriel to you. You had spent the next few days taking care of the broken archangel. For some reason, you were the only one Gabriel would allow to get close to him. Although he refused to speak, you could feel a tension rising between the two of you. It all came to ahead when Asmodeus broke into the bunker and almost killed you. Gabriel miraculously got his mojo back and smited Asmodeus where he stood for even laying a finger on you. You and the newly healed trickster had been “joined at the hip” as Dean puts it ever since.

“Speaking of which, I’ve got my favorite human’s favorite show queued up on my laptop right now. What do you say we snuggle up with some popcorn and lay in bed all day.” You giggle as Gabe wiggles his eyebrows as he steps closer to you.

“Honestly that sounds amazing, but we have a hunt.” Gabe just groans in disappointment before dramatically plopping on your bed. “And after last time, Dean says you’re not allowed to come with us anymore.” You watched as Gabe made himself comfortable on your bed.

“Hey, that wasn’t my fault! You brother just doesn’t have a sense of humor.” You zipped up your pack and picked it up. You looked back at Gabe, noticing the candy bar that miraculously appeared in his hand.

“Just stay out of trouble and we can watch tv when I get back.” Your angel just let out an indignant huff as you placed a kiss on his forehead and headed towards the door. “And no eating in my bed!” You smile softly at the disappointed groan you hear behind you.

“Stay safe, sugar.” You hear him chime out before you walk out.

“I always am.”

Gabriel had spent the last week lounging around the bunker waiting for you to get back. Well, lounging and rigging up a few surprises for the boys. But despite the inevitable boredom that comes with staying in one place too long, Gabe couldn’t find it in himself to leave until he saw you. This hunt had come up at the most inopportune moment possible. As well having a good Netflix and chill (Gabe knows you hate it when he says that but he just can’t resist), the archangel had also planned to talk to you that night. Yes, the larger than life angel/trickster had finally worked up the courage to confess his feelings to you. Gabriel’s face scrunches up at the thought. Usually he’d be content to avoid any and all conversations involving feelings, but somehow you managed to wiggle your way under his skin and he needed you to know how much he cared for you. He couldn’t help but care for you after you nursed him back to health. You had seen him at his most vulnerable, and you didn’t leave him or try to take advantage of him. You just sat quietly with him. Taking care of his injuries and pulling out his stitches. It wasn’t until sometime after he was healed that he realized how much he loved you, and how super boned he was for falling for a Winchester. So he planned to confess over tv and snacks, but of course the life of a hunter is never that straightforward. So naturally you were whisked away on a case, leaving Gabe behind to wait impatiently for you to get back. The trickster had actually been setting up a fun little surprise in the moose’s shower when he heard the bunker door slam open.

“Well it’s about time.” Gabriel stated as he appeared before the Winchesters. It wasn’t until that sentence left his lips that he properly surveyed the scene before him. You were being held in Dean’s arms as the two brothers pushed by him without saying a word. It wasn’t the sight of you being carried that jarred him into silence. Hell, it wasn’t even the copious amount of blood covering you and the older Winchester that shocked him. (He had seen you covered in blood on multiple occasions.) It was the way your skin looked pale and cold, as though you were already dead. Somewhere in his mind, it registered that the brothers were headed to the infirmary, but before he could even think to follow, Castiel appeared before him. “What happened?” Cas could faintly hear Gabe ask. At this moment, the archangel Gabriel looked less like a divine being and more like a broken man. Cas had trouble looking into his eyes at that moment. The desperation behind them forcing the guilt to creep slowly back into Castiel’s mind.

“We thought it was just a simple haunting. It turns out a group of demons were using the site to lure hunters. The Winchesters fell right into their trap.” If Gabriel comprehended his brother’s words, he did not show it. For the first time in the hyperactive angel’s life, he just stood there. He did not move, he did not breathe. If a stranger were to look at him, they might mistake him for a statue. Cas continued on. “I managed to heal her in time, but I believe she will need rest.” With that, Gabriel was suddenly moving again. Swiftly turning to head towards the infirmary. He needed to see you. To see for himself that you would be okay. But he was quickly halted by a hand being placed on his shoulder. “I… do not think you should see her like this.” This caused Gabe to snap.

“And why’s that, Cas? Because you couldn’t protect her? Cause you couldn’t protect my… friend from a couple of rouge demons?” Gabriel was now standing toe to toe with Castiel, angelic energy flooding the room. “You failed her Cas. You don’t get to tell me what I should and should not do.” With that, Cas’s hand slid off Gabe’s shoulder and Gabe flew away towards the infirmary.

Waking up in the infirmary was a… surprise to say the least. Your head ached and your throat was painfully dry. You tried to sit up and call for someone but when you opened your eyes you noticed that the room was empty. Which was an odd sight because usually your brothers would take turns watching over you whenever you got injured. You assumed that something must have happened… until you heard the voices outside.

“No! You don’t get to storm in here blaming everyone else for your shit!” Dean was shouting at… someone? You couldn’t really tell who or what the conversation was about. It only took you a moment before your questions were answered.

“Ha! my shit? You’re the one who almost let your sister get killed. Again.” Dean was arguing with Gabriel. Which in itself is not surprising, but it’s very rare that Gabriel truly shows anger during these fights. But you can tell by the way his voice is quivering that he is upset.

“She’s a hunter,” Dean continues. “This is our job. So no, you do not get to blame me for this when really, you're mad at yourself for not being there to protect her.” The conversation goes quiet after that. You hear a sigh and footsteps walking away. Slowly, the door to the infirmary is pushed open. It’s safe to say that you’ve never seen Gabriel this sullen since he’d gotten his mojo back. His head hangs down to the floor as he quietly shuffles into the room. His eyes are sunken and laced with unshed tears. You’re not quite sure what to say. Luckily, you don’t need to because at that moment, Gabriel lifts his head and meets your gaze.

“Y/n?” He speaks your name so softly that your heart almost breaks. “How long have you been awake for?” He rushes to sit by your side.

“A couple of minutes.” You say quietly, your voice still hoarse from disuse. Gabe silently hands you a cup of water that was sitting on the side table.

“Why didn’t you call anyone?” You took a sip from the cup before handing it back to him.

“You guys seemed… busy.” Gabriel grimaced a bit as you said this.

“You heard that?” Gabe sighs as you nod your head in confirmation. He rests his hand on your knee as the two of you sit in silence for a moment. You try to crack a joke to release some of the tension.

“It’s nice to know that you’d care if I died. Sorta assumed you’d be halfway to Vegas right now.” That statement draws a little chuckle out of your angel.

“You know, I’ll smite you if you ever repeat this to anyone but… Dean was right.” Gabriel fixes his warm eyes on you as he speaks. “I am furious with myself for not being there. You’re my human. I should’ve been there to protect you.” It’s almost jarring to see Gabriel looking this vulnerable. You’re not quite sure what to say. So you don’t say anything. In a moment that catches the both of you off guard, you surge forward to wrap your arms around the broken looking angel. He lifts his arms after a moment to hold you back and you just rest against his chest for a while. Just allowing yourself to be held by your angel. You feel him press a kiss to your head and you sigh in contentment. Despite the soreness of your body, Gabriel’s presence feels like a relief.

“I love you, you know.” You freeze as you feel him whisper the words into your hair. You draw your head up to look Gabe in the eyes once more. You can tell from the way he’s avoiding your gaze that he’s nervously waiting for your response. You lean in slowly and Gabriel sits frozen, waiting for your next move. You can’t even feel breath coming from him. Slowly, you place a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I love you too.” You whisper back once you pull away. The two of you don’t stay separated for long as the angel pulls you back for a more heated kiss. The two of you break apart after you realize that you desperately need air. Gabe chuckles as you gasp for breath.

“Well I’ll tell you one thing, honey.” He says as he pulls you flush against him. “You’re never going anywhere without me ever again.”

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gothamangelwings · 3 years

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Okay, so I wasn’t sure if I was going to say anything about this, but I have to, for my own sanity. Excuse me for my rambling (especially about Castiel) and repeating myself, which I probably will do in this post.

Truth is I only got into Supernatural a little over a year ago. I just kept avoiding it over the years. I think when it was in it’s 7th or 8th season, I thought to myself “oh this should be ending soon. I’ll just wait til its over and watch it then” That did not happen. Jump to last year when I heard about the Scoobynatural episode. I love Scooby so I had to watch. And I loved it. And I really loved Sam and Dean. But I also couldn’t stop thinking about the guy in the trench coat with the deep voice named Castiel. Did very little research to find out he’s an angel. That’s all I wanted to know. Went to netflix and started watching the show from the beginning. By the time I got midway thru season 3 I was hooked. I started buying the dvds in bunches. Watching as much as a I could a week. When I got to season 4 I was Cass on the cover of the boxset and said “that’s him! That’s the angel! He’s in the season!” I actually didn’t know he would show up right in the beginning of the season but when Dean was at that gas station and gas started shattering I thought. That’s him isn’t it? That’s Castiel. Misha’s actual entrance on the show is the best in history. I do love Sam and Dean but I’m not going to lie and pretend like Castiel isn’t my favorite. Because he is. I adore that awkward angel. He is the reason I happily kept watching and brought all the dvds because I knew Misha was still working on the show. He is the reason I will buy season 15. I started shipping Destiel in season 5 but when I re-watched the series (Yes I watched it twice in less than a year. One over a period of several months the other over a few weeks before the show came back after hiatus.) I saw moments in season 4 that i missed the first time around.

So yes this finale makes me cry and not in a good way. although there are a few saving graces.

Let’s begin.

First let me start by saying I do not in any way blame the actors. Especially Jensen. He said he thought the ending was bad and had to be talked into it. Dean/Jensen deserved better. I blame the writers and producers and The CW

Second, repeat after me:

Cass is in heaven with Dean

Now speaking of Castiel, who I mostly want to talk about before addressing the rest of this mess. Castiel/Misha deserved better. There really is no reason Misha couldn’t be in the final episode unless there was something on his end. Although seeing that he recently went to California to shoot a something for Amazon and took West to the Winchester House. He can definitely travel. But if there was some reason on his end, then okay, fine then. However that doesn’t excuse the way the handled his character in these last two episodes.

Yes in 15x19 Dean demands Chuck bring Cass back. Dean remembers Cass’s words when Chuck calls him the ultimate killer. Yes, Dean runs to the door when he thinks Cass has just called him. Instead in was Lucifer. What a slap in the face to the fans and an insult to Misha after that beautiful confession of love.

But the end of the episode. Jack becomes God and no one says “What about Cass?”

Now 15x20. Sam brings up Castiel and Dean is just like “move on“. No, That is not Dean. No matter what Dean cared about Castiel, to the point that being without him in the past led him to depression. i understand he doesn’t want Castiel’s sacrifice to be in vein. But come on. There’s living on and being happy and then there’s acting like the guy didn’t matter. Again, no. That is not Dean. Not after all the development those two have had. I know Dean wasn’t always perfect when it came to Cass but he did care. What happened to “We lost everything. Now you’re going to bring him back” What happened to the purgatory apology and admitting his anger issues. And so much more.

Again Castiel is in heaven. Jack got him out of The Empty. But they could of made it more clear. ( I swear, if they are leaving this up to interpretation....) Because I see so many people who have “conveniently” missed what Bobby said and insist he’s still in The Empty. Or just want to say “well that’s not what he meant. Cas is still dead, he just meant his influence on Jack” or some shit like that.(Now that I think about maybe influence isn’t the right word to use with this fandom lol)

Anyway lets say that Misha could not in anyway be there for filming. YOU CAN STILL ADDRESS HIS CHARACTER PROPERLY AND GIVE HIM A SATISFYING ENDING. In fact you barely have to change the scene between Dean and Bobby just add a few more lines.

Dean: “So Jack did all that?”

Bobby: “Well Cass helped”

Dean: “Wait, Cass is here?!”

Bobby: ‘Yep, Kid got him out.”

Dean: “Well where is he? Can I see him?”

Bobby (smiling): “Now calm down ya idjit. He’ll be back soon. Had some business to take of. But he is planning to stick around here with the rest of us.’

Dean (smiling, happy because he’s getting a second chance): Good. He belongs with us. With me. (takes a drink) It’s just too bad...

Bobby (knowing he’s talking about Sam: “Don’t worry he’ll be here shortly...”

Scene plays out as normal but instead when Sam and Dean are reunited. Dean tells him “Let’s head back, Mom, Dad, Bobby, and Cass are waiting for us. Along with everyone else we loved and lost when we were alive.”

Or... a few scenarios with Castiel there (even for a few moments)

1. When Dean dies (yeah we’ll talk about that) Jack sends down Cass to take him to heaven. Dean leaves his body. Watches as Sam falls apart and then hears “Hello Dean” turns and there’s Cass to guide him to heaven and also let him know Sam will be okay and will live a happy life”

2. The scene with Bobby starts the way it did but instead after he says “Well Cass helped” he points behind Dean.

Cass: “Hello Dean.”

Dean: “Cas! Aw, it’s good to see you. You have no idea.”

They embrace. Maybe the say something about the confession maybe they don’t but at least they’re together and we know that they have time to talk.

Episode continues as it did but again Dean tells Sam that Castiel is here waiting for them.

3. Episode plays exactly as it did. Except at the very end after Sam and Dean reunite on the bridge...

Cass: “Hello Dean. Hello Sam”

Both: Cass!

The three hug. Dean a bit longer.

Dean: “Well look at that. Team Free Will back together again. This time forever.”

In any scenario Castiel is living in heaven with the boys. Him and Dean eventually talk about what happened. In my canon Dean returns his feelings but even if he can’t it’s okay because Dean does care about Cass. And Castiel’s happiness was just in being able to say it. Either way they’re together along with everyone else they love and will be waiting for those who haven’t arrived yet.

Also Cass finally gets his guinea pig. Because he deserves it.

ONCE AGAIN, EVEN IF MISHA COULDN’T BE THERE. THERE WERE STILL BETTER WAYS TO HANDLE THIS ENDING! OH AND THERE BETTER NOT BE SOME LAME ASS THING LIKE ‘HE’S IN HEAVEN WORKING WITH JACK BUT ISN’T ALLOWED HERE BECAUSE THE NEW GOD LIKES TO KEEP ANGELS SEPARATE FROM THE REST OF US’

NO. CASTIEL IS DEFINITELY WITH DEAN IN HEAVEN. END OF STORY.

Moving on the other problems which I won’t go into full detail in like I did Castiel.

Dean’s death. The ever loving fuck was that? A nail?! I get that they finally get to call the shots in there own lives now but come on! A nail. And this is what a few weeks after defeating Chuck. Who, if he wants to can have a happy life. You know when Cass heard about this he rolled his eyes. Like “Really?!”

Ewwww that forehead touch. I know for most people it’s just a sweet final moment between two siblings as one dies. But we all know this is fuel for the Winc*sters and b*bros. I mean come on now. You’re afraid to have Dean even acknowledge Castiel’s feelings but a forehead touch that can and will be taken out of context as romantic between two brothers is fine and dandy. I was watching this with my Mom and even she was like “That forehead touch,,, why.. just why...”

Funny thing about my Mom. (Sorry not sorry going back to talk about Cass for a moment) She has been watching SPN with me this year but honestly only (not even) half paid attention. She has a habit of always looking at her phone even when it’s something she wants to watch. Two weeks ago after 15X18 I asked “Do you believe Cass’s confession was romantic?”

Her response. “No, they’re just friends. Angels aren’t supposed to feel romantic love.’ We get into a small argument.

A few days later...

Me: “Misha confirmed it was romantic.”

Mom: “Oh, well that settles it then. I just was taught that angels didn’t feel that kind of love.”

Me: “Yeah but your forgetting a few things. 1. Cass isn’t like other angels and 2. This is a fictional tv show not the actual bible.

Mom laughs: “Good point, Guess I didn’t think about that.”

Me: “Y’know people are actually saying that Cass can’t be gay or bi because Dean isn’t.”

Mom: “That’s stupid. One has nothing to do with the other. Even if Dean doesn’t feel the same way that doesn’t change Castiel’s feelings.”

Jump to the last few days.

Mom: “Cass is going to show up in the finale. He and Dean will be reunited! Maybe he’s one of those people in the masks being controlled by The Empty. Or maybe there will be a scene in the barn where Dean is on the ground about to be stabbed and Cass saves him in the knick of time!”

Mom after the finale: “That was terrible. Very disappointed. They really couldn’t get Misha for few minutes. They better not use covid as an excuse with all those people on that bridge. Everything about this episode felt wrong” (she said that about 15x19 too). (Grabs her phone to look at twitter) “Misha is crying. This episode doesn’t deserve pie.”

We brought pie. We did not eat it.

Moving on.. .yeah yeah the wig on Jared was awful. But who cares. What I want to know is who is the mother? Is it Eileen? I hope it’s Eileen. It better be Eileen.

The barn. Why? Why that barn? Did they really think no one would notice. I get reusing sets and locations as completely different places. But that just hurt.

Did we need so many songs with no dialogue being spoken. I mean yes Carry On was a must have but so much time could’ve been spent talking about other characters during the other songs .

And again why are they trying to make Dean look bad. It’s not his/Jensen’s fault it’s the horrible writing of these final two episodes. Why did they not take to opportunity to talk about Castiel’s confession. Yes I’m back on Cas again. I warned you. Also he’s probably the main reason you’re reading this anyway, so yeah...

I would like to believe a conversation happened off screen but the way Sam and Dean acted it doesn’t seem like it.

Again would it be so hard. Two scenarios

Dean: “Before Cass got dragged into the Empty he told me...

Sam: :Told you what?”

Dean: He told me... he told me he loved me.”

Sam (smiling): “That’s not news Dean,”

Dean: “No Sammy. He really loved me... like... you know..”

Sam: “Again, not news Dean. How do you feel? “

Dean (hesitates): “ I think... no, I know I love him too. He’s the only man I’ll ever love.”

Sam: “Well you know technically Cass really isn’t male... so...

Dean: “Oh please Sammy. Could you imagine Cass in any other body? Especially a chicks. It would be so weird.”

Sam: “Good point.”

Dean: “Besides, he was perfect the way he was.”

Dean: “Before Cass got dragged into the Empty he told me...

Sam: :Told you what?

”Dean: He told me... he told me he loved me.”

Sam (smiling): “That’s not news Dean,”

Dean: “No Sammy. He really loved me... like... you know..”

Sam: “Again, not news Dean. How do you feel? “

Dean: “I can’t return his feelings. I see him as a man and you know I’m attracted to women.”

Sam: “Alright then.”

Dean. “But y’know...”

Sam: “Hmmm?”

Dean: “I still miss him. I wish he was here with us.”

There were so many easy ways to fix this and they did nothing. Did they not think 15x18 would have a huge impact. I really hope the writers are kicking themselves for this. Funny, by ignoring Castiel and his feelings they actually brought more attention and love to him and Misha.

I really don’t know if a rewrite and reshoot for the dvd release is possible. Has that ever been done, I feel like it has but I’m not sure. But if it is. Fix it. It only took a few weeks to film these last two episodes. I’m sure all the actors can come back to film for a few weeks. Once there are less Covid restrictions of courses. I know there’s been talk about a possible movie. That could fix it. As long as they bring back the angel in the trench coat. Or how about a bonus episode for the dvd 15x21 where everyone is gathered in heaven. Sam, Dean, Cass, Bobby, Mary, John, Kevin, Charlie, Eileen, Jo, Ellen, Pam. Even Crowley and Rowena because why not. Oooh and Meg too because she did sacrifice herself for them and also I just love her. Anyway they all gather and talk about old times. Perfect excuse for an old fashion clip show. Funny/heartwarming banter in between. Make Destiel canon at the end. Another possible way to fix it is do a comic book season or even just a few issues to flesh out the ending in heaven. Just fix it.

At least we have fanfiction.

If there are any positives to take away it’s this:

1: Castiel is in heaven with Dean. They are together. They have a second chance.

2. It was said only 30% of the fanbase would like this ending. Like many people I assumed that meant a Destiel ending. Cause I thought out of the whole fanbase shippers were in the minority. Nope turns of the the Winc*sters/B*bros are the 30%. Destiel fans, Cass fans, Misha fans are part of the 70% who hate this. Though why you would want to only please 30% of your fanbase is beyond me.

3. Sam was able to live a long happy life without being codependent on his brother.

I absolutely hated the last two episodes and how this show ended. Again the only saving grace is knowing Jack got Castiel out of The Empty and he and Dean reunited in heaven. But no matter how much I hated 99% of the ending. I still love this show and all it’s characters. I will happily go back and watch it over again to relive the good, funny, sad, bittersweet moments. The final 90 minutes of the series is not going to ruin that for me. I love Sam and Dean but Castiel is my favorite and I will happily go back and enjoy everything about his character. I am not going to let this ruin Supernatural for me. Next summer I am going to my first SPN Convention and I can’t wait. I may have only discovered the greatness of Supernatural a year ago after avoiding it for so long but I want it to stay apart of my life. Like I said I only got into Supernatural a little over a year ago but this hurt my heart so much I only imagine how those of your who’ve been here for over a decade feel.

I know this was very, very long and I probably actually forgot some things I wanted to say. But I’m tired.

Cass and Dean are in heaven together. I believe they are canon 💙💚

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Mashton “now his tummy’s gonna be full of mud”

Gregory I am genuinely so enraged that you asked me to write this but I am a humble entertainer who dances to the whims of the audience so. Boo hiss here this is.

Heads up for copious Supernatural references. Also they’re both American in this. It takes place on November 5th.

Mashton: “now his tummy’s gonna be full of mud”

"Ashton," Michael says urgently, staring at his phone.

"What?" Ashton asks, heart pounding. Has another state flipped? Have ballots been counted enough to call another win or loss? Michael stays silent for a moment longer, then moves a hand to cover his mouth. Ashton can't tell if this reaction is positive or negative, and it sends his anxiety spiking, as if it hasn't already been bad enough since he woke up on Tuesday.

"Michael, what is it?"

"Destiel is canon."

Ashton blinks.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Destiel, from Supernatural, was made canon in tonight's episode. Then I think they killed him."

"Killed which one?" Ashton asks, because how else is he supposed to respond?

"Cas. Apparently he confessed his love and then, like, immediately died. They really did a speed run bury your gays."

"What the fuck?" he asks faintly, moving next to Michael on the couch so he can properly see his phone.

Ashton hasn't exactly been keeping up with the show, but he used to be a fan. The first few seasons were really good, actually. There's some interesting points to be made about American loneliness and the portrayal of masculinity in post-9/11 Bush administration, and Ashton is always a sucker for strong family dynamics in media. There's something familiar about Dean's loyalty and Sam's aspirations, and Ashton has read up about the influence Kerouac and Siken had on the development of the premise and Kripke's vision.

He stopped watching somewhere in season six, so he wasn't overly invested in Destiel, but he can see the appeal of it. The concept of an angel of the Lord pulling a repressed homosexual man out of eternal damnation and falling in love with him while they both fight against a predetermined reality really could've been a beautiful story if they hadn't ruined it with the rest of the show.

It's just a monster-of-the-week show that devolved into something slightly worse, but Ashton enjoys romanticizing it a little.

"Where's the clip?" he asks. Michael searches around and manages to find it, and he turns up the volume and tilts his phone so they both can see better. Ashton recoils slightly at how deep their voices are, because he forgot that both actors torture themselves like that this late in the game, but then he's quickly drawn in to watching the most perplexing love confession he's ever seen.

"What the fuck?" he says to himself once it's finished. He has no clue what the context was, but he was so distracted by the weird acting and editing that he's not sure if he really needs it.

"Dude, Dean didn't even reciprocate," Michael says. "That was genuinely the most homophobic love confession they could've done."

"Well, he could come back to life," Ashton says. "There's two episodes left. Maybe they'll somehow save him and then Dean will do an equally cringe-worthy love confession and they'll actually live happily."

"Yeah, maybe," Michael says. Ashton hums, and then Michael starts giggling.

"Destiel became canon before we got the election results," he says.

"Well," Ashton says, starting to laugh a little himself. "It's 2020. Might as well throw canon Destiel in there."

"What the fuck," Michael says, and suddenly they're both full-on laughing, because yeah, what the actual fuck? They're in the middle of a global pandemic, waiting for the results of the most important election of their life so far, living through about five major historical events a week, and suddenly Destiel becomes canon in the most homophobic way possible, complete with a possibly-unrequited love, weird acting and editing, and then immediate use of the bury your gays trope. There's nothing to do but laugh. Ashton feels like God gave Samuel Beckett the pen and let him write this year, because things are quickly approaching absurdism.

"I kind of want to watch the first episode with Cas now," Michael says. "Knowing that this is what he ends up with, I think it'll be funny to see the beginning.

"It's on Netflix," Ashton says. "We could. There's nothing stopping us."

Ashton has two papers due on Thursday and half of a book that he has to finish by tomorrow, but it's not like he was having much luck focusing on it before, anyway. What harm will one episode of Supernatural do?

"We're doing it," Michael says. He probably has his own block of homework he needs to steadily be working through, but Ashton certainly isn't going to call him on it. Michael has been nothing but nerves, fear, and irritability since Tuesday, and it's nice to see him smiling.

Who knew that canon Destiel would be the way to accomplish that?

Michael sets up the TV while Ashton clears the coffee table so they can put their feet up if they so desire.

"You know he doesn't appear until the end of the episode, right?" Ashton says. "I don't actually remember if they really talk in this one."

"Then we'll watch the next episode too. This isn't amateur hour, Ashton. I want to see Castiel have a fully conversation with the love of his life!"

"Alright," Ashton says. "Want to just binge the entire season?"

"We'll see," Michael says, sitting closer than he was before and pulling a blanket off the back of the couch to cover their laps. Ashton puts his arm along the back of the couch so Michael can cuddle up if he wants. He's always been pretty tactile, but with the election he's been too jittery to ask Ashton for contact. Maybe he'll settle enough here to accept some.

"Ready?" Michael asks, holding the remote. He doesn't wait for a response before pressing play, and they talk the entire way through "The Road So Far," trying to remind each other what context they need when neither of them have actually watched the show in years.

"Hey, how is he going to get out?" Ashton asks when Dean starts banging on the lid of his coffin. "That's a lot of dirt he has to dig through. It'd be too heavy and he'd probably suffocate."

"He's just going to eat the dirt," Michael says with a straight face, and that sends Ashton into another fit of giggles.

"What the fuck, Michael," he laughs.

"Why not?" Michael asks, trying to hold back his own smile. "Do you see another way for him to get out of there?"

"Maybe his angel boyfriend will help him."

Dean's hands break through the Earth, and Michael turns an unimpressed look to him.

"Do you see Castiel anywhere?"

Ashton concedes his point until Michael starts complaining about Dean breaking in to the nearby gas station and guzzling water.

"He's been dead! He's probably really thirsty, and it's not like they haven't done worse."

"Now his tummy's gonna be full of mud," Michael laments, and that starts Ashton laughing again.

"He didn't eat the dirt!"

"How else did he get out, Ashton?" Michael says, but he's laughing now, too, a delighted, high-pitched sound that Ashton loves, shoulders releasing some of the tension that has built up there.

"Pay attention, he's calling Bobby," Ashton says, and Michael slumps against him. He keeps up a stream of commentary, cheering when Castiel finally appears at the end, then talks all the way through the next few episodes, too. The only reason that Ashton realizes he's fallen asleep on his shoulder is the suspicious lack of talking once they reach the seventh episode of the night.

Michael hasn't been sleeping well. Neither of them have, really, but the dark circles stand out more under his eyes than Ashton's. They should probably part ways and head off to separate beds, but Ashton is loath to wake him. Instead, he carefully grabs the remote and turns the volume down just a little. He shifts slightly, only enough so neither of them will get a crink in their necks, and rests his own head on top of Michael's. He's out by the time the episode switches over again.

#my writing #drabble #mashton #gregory #I think. I have a lot of thoughts about seasons 1-5 of supernatural #and I can direct anyone who wants to a blog that explains it pretty well #Gregory I genuinely can't believe you sent me this I'm so angry #and YES I'm going to psychoanalyze the fact that you sent it for mashton #and not one of the other pairings #also I've been writing so many college aus lately #like genuinely two other prompts in my inbox will probably end up being college aus #probably three #I think I need to chill just a little

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For Supernatural Fans, The Destiel Development is Both Too Little & Too Late

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This Supernatural article contains MAJOR spoilers.

For Supernatural, it’s a tale as old as time: Things are chaotic with no solution in sight and an apocalypse on the horizon. When everything seems hopeless, a path emerges, one where sacrifice is the only solution. Supernatural is known for this and we have watched on for years as Dean, Sam, and Cas sacrificed for each other and ultimately come out on top despite things looking grim.

This time, Supernatural went a little too far with Castiel’s sacrifice for Dean and the rest of the SPN Family. Not that what Cas did was wrong. It was all sorts of right and what they do for each other because: family. But Castiel’s confession to Dean, that changed things and made it more than a sacrifice. It made it a stand out moment that will be remembered for years to come.

Castiel, knowing that he had only moments left with Dean, laid it all bare and told his best friend about his feelings. Some might try to paint this as Castiel telling his friend, his brother, how much he matters to him as family. But the tears, the words, and the conviction in his voice, they told a different story. One where Castiel knew what he wanted but unfortunately could not have because time had run out.

Our favorite angel made sure that Dean knew that he was special, admired, and thought of in the highest regards despite all the darkness that Dean thinks is wrapped around his heart and life. Castiel told Dean that his life was better for knowing the hunter. And he told Dean, with tears streaming down his face, that he loved him. That right here, broke the fandom and left Destiel shippers floored and with more questions than answers about this culminating moment.

What it means for Destiel shippers.

Take a little stroll through the Destiel tag over on Twitter or Tumblr and the reaction to Castiel’s confession of love is a mixed bag with Supernatural fans. Some, still wear rose colored heteronormative glasses where they only see heterosexual vibes between Castiel and Dean. They think that this was an “I love you” between friends/brothers who knew that this would be the last time they’d see each other. They think of it as platonic, yet lovely.

For Destiel shippers, Castiel’s confession felt like the pinnacle of years of build up and chemistry between the angel and hunter. It felt like validation for seeing something between them that was more than friends or brothers in arms. And that feeling of recognition on Supernatural, made fans feel acknowledged and seen in a way the show has never done for the LGBTQ+ community besides the occasional Charlie storyline.

It also made the queer community very mad. After all these years, this is the end of their story and the journey they were on? We’re supposed to accept Castiel torn open and honest, pouring out his heart to Dean, before dying right in front of his best friend straight out of the Bury Your Gays trope guidebook? It doesn’t seem fair and like what we deserve as viewers of Supernatural and as queer fans of this show.

If anything, it makes us look back at the show with a more critical eye. Because Castiel was a well-developed queer icon. Sure, he didn’t go around waving a rainbow flag and participated in Pride, but he was queer-coded from the very start, particularly because he’s an angel. If we learned anything from Lucifer Morningstar from Netflix’s Lucifer, they don’t see sex or gender. They see people.

And Castiel, he saw Dean. He saw Dean for the strong, kind, and considerate man he was and he fell in love with him because of it. That’s what makes his death hurt even more for Destiel shippers everywhere. The potential was there from the very start and Supernatural wasted every opportunity to make them into something more because they wanted to play it safe and not acknowledge what was clear to shippers from the very start: they were meant for each other.

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Where do we go from here?

With two episodes left, it’s hard to nail down where we go from here when it comes to Destiel. There’s a small chance that Castiel is not dead and that he will come back. After all, this is Supernatural, aka the show that brings everyone back one time or another. But with the finale around the corner, there’s also a chance that this is it for Destiel.

Dean will most likely not get an opportunity to process his feelings and for us to see if he returns them because the end of the world is right around the corner and his friend is gone. And it feels like narrative highway robbery to not give Dean the time to contemplate how he feels about Castiel after so many years together as family and friends. He deserves better than the mere moments given on Supernatural’s “Despair.”

The only respite, show wise, is that Supernatural might have an ace up their sleeve. Maybe they have a twist, ready to wow unsuspecting fans of the show and the ship? But the chances of that being so are slim because of the amount of episodes left and the conviction, honesty, and power of Castiel’s confession needing more than that many episodes to tell a satisfying story. And that’s where fanfiction comes through.

Talented authors and creators will take the confession in Supernatural‘s “Despair” and give Dean a chance to reciprocate or explore his feelings for Cas. And it sucks to think that, after all these years, this is what the Destiel fandom has to resort to, but we’ve felt the pain of disappointment when it comes to LGBTQ+ stories being cut short or not given the time of the day on Supernatural.

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We, members of the SPN Family and Destiel shippers alike, will use our words to explore what Supernatural missed out on. We’ll craft the scenes, explore feelings, and come up with the kind of dialogue that Destiel deserved after all these years. Because until TV shows and films realize that we want more than queerbaiting, we’ll have to craft our own stories and give Castiel and Dean the ending they deserve.

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Fluffy Pink Socks

Pairing/Characters: Dean x Cas , Sam

Word count : 2,411

Warnings: fluff, slight swearing, mention of masturbation, may be OOC, kissing.

A/N: This is for @kdfrqqg writing challenge! This is also my first time writing a fic so I apologise if it sucks. Beta’d by a close friend of mine.

Prompt: I have something that I need to confess.

Ever since Cas lost his grace and became human, he kept getting sick. It’s one of the many human things that Cas doesn’t like. Other than being sore and feeling like shit, what Cas doesn’t like about being ill is that he couldn’t join the brothers for a hunt. He had to stay home and rest, maybe do a little bit of research for them when needed. On the other hand, Dean just mostly wants to take care of Cas but doesn’t want to leave his brother alone on the hunt, so he made sure Cas is comfortable on his bed with medicine and water at his side before leaving.

“If you need anything, or if anything happens at all, call me alright? O-or Sam. We’ll be back in a week okay?” Dean said gently Cas.

“Of course, Dean.” Cas replied, touched by his concern.

Just as he was about to leave Cas’ room, he spun around, pointing his finger at Cas.

“And don’t leave the bunker till we come back, capisce?”

“I capisce.”

“W-well, okay. Just make sur-”

“Sure to call you or Sam if anything happens or if I need anythi-.”

Cas starts coughing violently, making Dean rush back to his side, passing him the water he had placed earlier beside him. He made sure Cas took a few sips before placing it back carefully.

“Don’t worry, Dean. I won’t be going anywhere. I’ll be here, when you come back home. Now, don’t you have a world to save?”

Cas shoots him a small, weak smile.

Dean replied with an equally weak smile. He couldn’t bear leaving a sick Cas behind without feeling too anxious. He was worried about Cas more than he was worried about himself, but couldn’t express it well to Cas.

“Well, okay uh- I’m- I’m going to go now. Sammy’s probably done packing. I’ll see you, Cas.”

I love you he wanted to say.

“See you, Dean.”

Dean walked out of his room hesitantly, looking back at Cas with a bit of worry and fondness in his eyes. He finally managed to force himself to shut the door leaving Cas behind. Cas looked at door, now shut tightly, with a smile still plastered on his face.

I love you he wanted to say.

He closed his eyes, slowly drifting into a deep slumber, with the rhythmic and gentle footsteps of Dean walking in the hallway lulling him to sleep. Finally, he heard the bunker door closing, leaving him only to hear his own breathing echo throughout the room.

Two days passed and Cas’ condition worsened. He felt like shit, like he was on the verge of dying. Well of course, him on death’s door was just an over exaggeration on his parts. Perhaps he was just dying of loneliness.

Dean told him to call anytime, so Cas did as Dean said. He called multiple times, endlessly, most of the time without a good reason. He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t purposely called Dean just to hear Dean’s concerned voice. Definitely.

“Dean, I-I think I’m dying. I can’t breathe.”

“Don’t scare me like that Cas! Are you really?”

“No. It’s a lie.”

Dean started nagging at Cas like a mother. Cas enjoyed the short attention he received.

“Dean, we are running out of honey.”

“Okay Cas, we’ll buy more when we are on our way home.”

One time it was 2 am in the morning and Cas’ phone started ringing. It was an unexpected call from an unexpected caller, Dean. Cas didn’t hesitate to answer the call.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Cas… I knew you were awake.”

“Yes. I’m in Sam’s room.”

“Sammy’s room?” Dean asked suspiciously. “Doing what?”

“Netflix. …How is it going there?” Cas didn’t want to sound nosy but he too was worried about Dean (and Sam).

“Oh! Everything is going smoothly. Just wanted to check on you. Well I’ll get going.” Dean’s voice sounded relief upon hearing Cas’ answer about what it was he was doing in Sam’s room. He hung up knowing Cas was doing fine.

Cas sighed heavily while putting his phone down. It had only been 2 days but he was already missing Dean terribly. (Along with Sam, of course). The thing that he didn’t tell Dean was that he was actually in Dean’s Metallica T-shirt, pink fluffy sock but also the most unforgivable part, he was in Dean’s underwear.

Lying down on Sam’s bed, with the comforting noise from the TV, he closed his eyes, reminiscing all the many small but unimaginably precious moments he had shared with Dean. There was a time where he was sent to Earth under God’s command to save the righteous man and fulfill his mission. That time is now long gone. Time passed and things have changed and now, he never felt welcome in Heaven. He felt more at home with the Winchesters. He then thought about how he was to glad he had pulled Dean from hell. If it hadn’t been for that, he wouldn’t have a home now. Wouldn’t have anybody.

That night he did a deed that many men do, alone.

The same routine followed throughout the week – Cas in Sammy’s room wearing Dean’s clothes and fluffy pink socks along with his underwear, binge watching The Wire, until Dean calls him.

“Hey Cas, we’re on our way home now. Will be there in a few hours.”

The line went off and Cas felt empty. He felt that it was too long that they were gone. Dean’s words lingers in his ears. He longed for company.

Cas hurriedly changed into his own clothes . It was too embarrassing! He doesn’t want Dean knowing that he wore his clothes during his absence. The ex-angel didn’t know what to do with the clothes so he stuffed them under his bed. I’ll try to do the laundry later, he thought to himself.

It was late evening when the bunker door creaked and opened, revealing the 2 handsome but terribly worn out brothers. Bruises and cuts were visible on their faces. There were probably more hidden under the layers of clothing they wore. A slight pang of sadness shot through Cas’ heart. If only he still had his grace…

“Cas, even if you don’t have your mojo anymore, that doesn’t mean you’re useless, alright? Me, Sam and other hunters have saved many lives and we never had any superpowers. Well… other than Sam with the whole demon blood thing – but that’s not the point. It’s going to take time, getting used to thi- this human life I’m sure, but you will get there eventually. I’ll help you along the way. With Sammy too, obviously.”

Recalling what Dean said, he then smiled with his teeth, greeting the brothers.

“Hello, Dean. Sam.”

“Hey.” Sam casually walks over to Cas, giving him a short hug.

“Hey, Cas.” Dean tried to act cool and placed his duffle bag on the map table. He starts rummaging through his bag.

“You feeling better?” Sam checks in on Cas.

“Yes.” Because Dean is here.

“Alright, I’m gonna hit the hay for a while.” Sam grabbed his stuffs and starts heading back to his room. Dean walked over to Cas, with a small jar in his hand.

“Here.” Dean passed the jar without looking at Cas but Cas noticed Dean’s ears getting red. It’s his favourite honey. Cas smiles widely, looking at Dean who was avoiding eye contact.

“Thank you, Dean.“ Cas wrapped his arms around Dean, giving him a tight hug. Dean stumbled a little, not expecting it. A smile formed on his lips and his cheeks flushed. He hugs back wrapping his arms tighter around Cas who was a bit smaller than him in size.

“Yeah sure.” They stayed in each other arms for a few seconds. Cas was the first to let go.

“Well, I’m sure you’re tired from the long drive. Go have some rest.”

“Alright.”

While the brothers are sleeping, Cas attempts doing the laundry.

The following day, things carried on as per normal. Sam went for his morning run while Dean cooks breakfast. Cas… well, he eventually got better and spent his time reading in the bunker’s library. The rest of the day went by as usual. It was as if the brothers never left.

Until night comes.

It was bedtime and everyone was supposed to be sleeping. It got a little cold in the bunker and Dean opens his wardrobe, to get his fluffy pink socks. He bought it recently and intended to wear them when it gets cold.

“It’s the last pair they’ve got”, Dean would say if Sam were to tease him about the cheesy pink colour the socks were in. Obviously, it was just an excuse. He actually really really wanted those socks.

Dean went to search at the back of the wardrobe where he hid it. His hands froze.

“Where the fuck…” he cursed silently. He starts rummaging through with a slight panic.

It’s gone.

“Sammy!” Dean strode off to his baby brother’s room. Sam opens the door, already in his bed hair.

“Have you happened to see my socks?”

“What socks?”

“The fluffy one.”

“What?” Sam blinked slowly in confusion over the topic that got him out of bed.

“The pink one! Argh… forget it.” Dean groaned.

Sam suppressed his smile looking at brother’s panic over a missing pair of pink fluffy socks. What a sight, he thought. But he forced himself not to start teasing, in fear of getting knocked out by his irritated brother.

“Have you asked Cas?”

“Yeah, going to.” He tone softened when Sam mentioned Cas.

“Anyway, why do you have a pink -”

“It’s the last the pair, alright! I’m gonna find Cas.” Dean cuts off Sam before he could complete his question. Dean strode off.

Sam shook his head sleepily and went to bed.

Cas’ door was slightly ajar. There wasn’t much light shining through the door. Cas has probably switched off the main light and turned on his bedside lamp. Dean knocked quietly and opened the door.

“Hey Cas…”

Dean froze halfway. His eyes went wide, shocked to see what was in front of him.

“…What… Cas…”

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

From the dimly lit room, he could see that it was Cas sitting on his bed. In Dean’s Metallica t-shirt, with a pink fluffy sock wrapped around one foot and his hand reaching out to put on the other sock. Dean’s eyes made its way down to Cas’ hips.

Oh god.

He’s in my underwear.

Cas froze. They both froze. Everything froze. Cas thought he could spend another night in Dean’s clothes, well obviously he was wrong. Very wrong. He had intended to return the socks to its original place but it was too comfortable that he gave in to the temptation to wear it for one last night. He thought he wouldn’t get caught. He didn’t want to get caught. Especially wearing Dean’s underwear.

“Cas… why are you wearing my shirt? And my pink socks? And…” Dean couldn’t deny that he was confused at the bizarre sight but felt extremely flattered at the sexy sight. Cas looked really adorable in his clothes, he thought.

Cas placed the other sock that he was holding down, beside him. His shoulder started to slouch. This is it, he thought.

“I have something that I need to confess.”

Dean just stares at Cas in confusion.

Cas took a deep breath. “When you left for the hunt, I started to… miss you… so I went to your room and your scent somehow comforted me. Made my sickness bearable too. I started to… borrow your clothing. I saw the pink socks as I was rummaging through your wardrobe and it was really fluffy… so I borrowed it too since my feet got cold.”

Dean said nothing.

Cas stood up. I feel pathetic, he thought. He started removing the sock from his foot.

“I’m sorry Dean. - I-I’ll go change now. I shouldn’t wear -” Cas started babbling an apology.

Dean walked up to Cas, his cheeks is flushed now. He missed me? And does he mean…

“Cas…”

Cas instantly shut his mouth, preparing himself for any outburst from Dean.

“I missed you too.”

Dean cupped Cas’ cheek with one his hand, the other resting lightly on Cas’ hip. Both gazing in each other eyes. Cas’ breath hitched when Dean started rubbing small soft circles on his hip. Dean began leaning in slowly, brushing his lips softly against Cas’ before letting go. Cas froze.

“And I think you look cute in my clothes” Dean couldn’t stop staring.

Cas looks down shyly, his ears start to turn slight red.

“You’re not angry?” He looked up at Dean, a slight fear in his eyes.

“Of course not.” Dean’s face softened and he looked lovingly at the man he cherished.

Cas smiled and they both started laughing together. The room was cold but they felt warm.

“I’m okay with you wearing my clothes and my socks and even underwear.” Dean and burst into another small shy laughter.

“Okay, Dean.” Cas chuckled.

Dean leaned in again, both of their eyes fluttering closed and gave Cas a slow, long kiss. This time, Cas kissed back. Dean pulls away, both eyes gazed at each other in affection.

Dean puts his hand on Cas’ shoulders and pulling both of their bodies on the bed. Cas was shocked but followed the flow. The closeness and intimacy of the touch made him felt a comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time.

They just lay on the bad facing each other in the dim light. Dean pulled Cas closer and Cas buried his face into Dean’s warm chest. He heaved in Dean’s scent. They pulled each other closer.

“I missed you.” Dean’s voice cracked as he whispered to Cas whose face was planted into his chest. Cas could feel Dean heart beating fast.

“I love you Dean,” Cas whispered softly. His voice muffled in Dean’s chest. Dean kissed Cas’ fluffy forehead.

“I loved you for a long time you know” He said in the most gentle voice Cas had ever heard in spoke in.

That night, they slept in each other’s embrace, never letting each other go. It was the best sleep they had had. The morning light came in warming them up. It was a new day that they would both face together, from now onwards and for many more times to come.

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kdfrqqg · 7 years

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Of Course

Cas x Dean; with Sam

Word count: 4K

Warnings: Language, Smut, Destiel pairing

Summary: Cas and Dean lie next to each other while on the road but things don’t get physical until Sam catches the flu.

A/N: This is a pre-quel to Surprised. This has been in my idea box for way too long. And now it’s taunting me. Also Movie Night was not written to follow this but it is very much in line with the story.

Dean walked out from the bathroom at the motel Sam, Cas and him were staying at. He had grown custom to wearing pajama bottoms around the bunker and so he brought a few pair with him on the hunt this time. He propped himself on a few pillows to watch the late night news with Cas for a couple of minutes before the whiskey kicked in. He observed that Cas looked more constipated than normal sitting by himself at the table. “Hey Buddy, you ok over there?” Dean asked not expecting Cas to complain.

“It’s this chair, Dean. The bar hits my lower back and I am unable to sit comfortably.” Cas answered.

Dean thought about it for a second or two, and sighed, “Why don’t you kick your shoes off and grab that extra pair of flannel bottoms and you can lay in the empty spot next to me?” He suggested.

“Are you sure I wouldn’t bother you?” Cas questioned.

“Dude, you bother me all the time, how is this any different?” He responded.

Sam watched as his older brother danced around the subject and made jokes. Sam wasn’t blind, he knew when his brother liked someone and Dean really liked Cas even though he may never ever admit it.

Cas prepared himself for bed, having watched Dean repeatedly do it. He decided to lay on top of the sheets when he really wanted to feel the body heat of his hunter. “Just keep the volume down this time, I still need my four hours.” Dean chided.

Within a few minutes, Dean had turned on his side away from Cas and started to lightly snore. Cas turn the volume on low and turned the captions on. Throughout the night, Cas focused his gaze on the beautiful man he saved from hell. He wondered if Dean would ever feel the same way for him as he did. If his vessel was a female, he thought, they would probably already be together. Cas liked his vessel, it was strong and Jimmy sacrificed a lot for him. Even though he was now in heaven and he couldn’t just forget that and toss his vessel away for Dean. No, Dean would love me who I am or not at all, he asserted to himself.

The next evening of the hunt, Dean offered his empty side of his bed to the angel. Of course, the angel gracious accepted the offer. This went on for the course of the week. Neither, men touching just causally laying in the same bed.

Back at the bunker, Cas had his room back and there was no need to lay next to the one person who made his heart soar.

The hunts came and went. The bed arrangement stayed the same over the next few months when the guys were on the road. Dean didn’t want to be ungrateful for all that Cas has done for him and Sam so he just continued to extend the offer, until it was just second nature for the hunters. He even liked having Cas there beside him, sometimes he would pretend to be asleep and move closer to him just to feel his presence more. He really wanted to place his head on Cas’ chest and feel his heart beat but Sam was always there and he was never brave enough to do it in front of him.

Sam had caught the flu, but of course he was still working and he found a case, there were vamps terrorizing a small town. “Sammy! Cas and I, we got this! You’re sick and you need to rest.” He told his baby brother while taking his temperature.

“Well ok I guess I can always catch up on Netflix.” Sam gave in.

“You know what that means Cas?” He said asking but not expecting an answer. Cas shrugged, “We get to get a King size bed to stretch out on.”

Sam thought the comment was strange, why not just get two queens like normal and they both can have their own bed. He chose not to say anything.

Later that day, Dean knocked on Sam’s door. “Hey, how ya doing?” Dean inquired. He didn’t want to leave the bunker until Sam’s fever broke.

“Like death.” He coughed.

Dean sat on the bed and placed the back of his hand to his forehead. “Yeah, I can see that. I know we should have already left but still look awful man.” There was a silence in the air, Dean mumbled, “Umm… This seems like as good a time as any. Can I tell you something?” Dean asked.

Sam sat up a bit little more, anticipating what Dean was going to tell him. “Ok shoot.”

“This is kind of difficult to explain, but Cas and I have been friends for a long time and I, umm have,” he stopped to breathe and hesitated. “I have developed um, you know,” his confessed nervously, “I’ve, I’ve developed feelings for him,” he chuckled never really admitting it out loud. “Like the romantic kind.” Sam knew to be patient with Dean since he was never good at expressing himself. He purposely didn’t interrupt and didn’t make a lot of facial expressions to scare him. But he couldn’t help but flash Dean a huge dimple ridden grin when Dean told him. “Sammy, I want to be with him.”

Sam started to cough; he had forgotten he was sick for a moment, “Dean, that’s great news! Are planning on telling him while you guys are away?”

“Maybe, if I don’t chicken out. So you are ok with this?” Dean questioned.

“Yes, Dean.” Sam smiled and continued, “I have known for a long time that you two liked each other.”

“Have I been that obvious?”

“Ah yeah, you both have.” Sam’s chuckle turned into a large cough.

“Here, here.” Dean said handing Sam the glass of water of the table. Sam stopped coughing and sank back down in the bed. “Thanks Sam, I just wanted you to know in case things go well or bad.”

Dean got up off the bed and moved to the door. “Dean,” Sam called out making him turn around, “things will go well if you tell him what you just told me.”

Sam was relieved that Dean finally confirmed what he already knew for so long. He knew that when Cas was around, Dean was softer, kinder and Sam just wanted Dean to be happy for once.

Sam’s fever broke in the middle of the night, Cas and Dean left the bunker before dawn. They did their normal fed act with the locals and checked out a couple of places that vamps would want to make a nest. The day was a bust but they had some leads for the morning. Dean opted to get a room at a nicer hotel in the area in an attempt to make it feel a little more special. He felt a little uncomfortable asking the desk clerk for one room with a King size bed. She just glanced between the two men and made a ‘what a shame’ face. She was a pretty brunette late twenties, cute the type of girl Dean would have hit on and shown a good time but this was no time to hit on a one night stand, not when the love of his life was standing two feet away.

Dean opened the door the hotel, it was so much cleaner than what him and Sam had grown accustomed to. Cas pushed past him to bring their bags in. The curtains were a light cream color and the evening sunlight streaming through hitting Cas’ features making him shine like an angel on fire. God, he was beautiful. Dean became overwhelmed by the thought of his next move. Do I just kiss him or talk first? He didn’t know what to do. If Cas was a girl, he knew exactly what he would do. He liked men but had never been with one and never one that he thought might be ‘the one.’

Dean went to the bathroom and shot off a text message to Sam asking for help. He received an encouraging response that made him smile. When he walked out to the main room, Cas was already reclining on the bed. He was tired anyway and Cas looked comfortable. He didn’t have to make his move tonight, he thought.

Cas noticed that Dean was acting a little off. Maybe it was being away from Sam while he was sick, he didn’t know and he wasn’t the best at reading people, so he shrugged it off. Dean toed off his boots and joined Cas on top of the sheets turning on the TV. The king size bed was so big and it put Cas farther away than he had expected. Crap, how do I make it look like it just happened when there is so much space?

Cas was still concerned about Dean, he knew he shouldn’t but he read Dean’s mind. He was surprised that Dean was thinking about him in a romantic way. The way he normally thought about Dean. Could it be? Dean actually wants me for me. He felt his vessel‘s eyes start to water, he quickly whipped the tears of joy and asked, “are we staying in for the night?”

“Yeah, we’ll try again in the morning.” Dean replied. His head wasn’t in the hunt, all he could think was Castiel. He was trying to find the nerve to tell Cas something that was the hardest thing for him to say.

Cas moved from the bed and removed both his jackets, he grabbed two extra pillows from the hallway closet and positioned them on the bed. This time when he entered the bed, Castiel scooted closer to Dean. Their hands almost touching. “Is this ok? You felt too far away.” Cas informed him.

“Of course, Cas. This is fine.” Dean’s nervous energy went away in a second when he could finally feel Cas’ body heat next to his. His head was swimming, why was this so hard? Over the course of an hour, Dean glanced over at Cas more than a dozen times. The would lovingly look at his plump chapped lips, to his boney long fingers, to his crotch and start over again. He daydreamed about their first time, wondering if it would be gentle. Then a panic coursed through him. Who would be on top? Should he take control or let Cas lead? Fuck, he couldn’t even make the first move, let alone think about sex with Cas.

Cas could feel Dean’s apprehension and confidently reached for his hunter’s hand and intertwined their fingers locking them together. “Are you ok, Dean? Are you concerned about the hunt tomorrow?”

Dean turned his head on the pillow to look directly into Cas’ eyes, “I’m good now. It isn’t about the hunt that should be a cake walk.”

Cas lifted their joined hands just a few millimeters off the bed and asked, “Is this ok?”

Dean looked down at how perfectly their hands laced together and grinned, “Of course, Cas.” Dean and Cas laid on the bed in total silence for a while watching TV. They were getting used to the weight of each other’s hands. Dean finally placed his head on Cas’ shoulder and Cas sighed with relief. Dean was exhausted from the journey and from being so nervous about him and Cas all day. In under fifteen minutes, with the help of the comfortable Cas, Dean had closed his eyes and fell asleep. Maybe an hour past, Cas was content to have Dean sleep right there, he shifted slightly gently waking Dean. He was pleasantly surprised to find that they were still holding hands. “Cas, buddy, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I guess I should get ready for bed.” Cas nodded and Dean turned the TV off and went to the bathroom. He pulled out his phone, he just text Sam. He just had to tell someone.

Dean: We held hands

Sam: Great! How did you tell him?

Dean: I didn’t! It just happened naturally.

Sam: still really happy for you both

After sending the text messages, Dean felt like a twelve year old girl. His cheeks were hurting because he couldn’t stop smiling.

While Dean was away Cas took it upon himself to remove all of his clothes except for his blue boxers. He pulled back the covers and slid in the bed. This was a new feeling for his since he normally just lay on top of the bed covers next to Dean.

Dean brushed his teeth and removed his flannel shirt and jeans. He looked himself thinking he should take off his undershirt as well but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that tonight. Things were going well. A little slow, but slow can be good.

Dean was almost breathless when he saw that Cas was already in the bed with his bare chest exposed. He took in the sight of the beautiful man in front of him, his angel. Cas’ deep voice rang in the air, “Dean, I hope you don’t mind I lay with you under the covers tonight.”

Dean was blushing slightly and his boxer briefs were becoming a little tight, he had never been so turned on and nervous before in his whole life. “Of course, Cas, I don’t mind.” He felt like a broken record this evening but the words ‘of course’ just rolled off his lips so easily. He joined Cas in bed, for the most part it was pretty platonic and they hadn’t held each other’s hands again.

“Dean,” Cas said to get his attention. Dean hummed in response. “Sam isn’t here and I would like to hold you.”

Dean’s stomach flipped with excitement. “Of course you can hold me, Cas.” He wasn’t sure what happened but he liked the current outcome. Castiel curled his arm around Dean’s broad chest and the other under his neck for support. Dean’s head was finally calm and he had found his peace.

After a few minutes of just getting used to each other’s bodies being so close, “Dean, I have a confession.” Cas admitted.

“What’s that?”

“I read your thoughts today. I know I shouldn’t have but your were acting not like yourself.” Cas continued to explain.

“So is that why you have been so ‘friendly’? Do you want this, Cas? Or are you doing this because you think this is what I want?” Dean asked. He had almost turned all of the doubt off for the evening and now it rushed back like raging river.

“I want this, Dean.“ He loved the way Cas always used his name when he spoke. Feeling the vibration of Cas’ chest against his back made his name have special meaning. “I have wanted you for a long time now. I was afraid you didn’t want anything more than friendship.” Cas stated.

Dean took Cas’ hand and placed a gentle kiss to his thumb, “I had no idea, if I knew, Cas, this would have happened sooner.” Dean felt silly, Cas was pouring his heart out and he still couldn’t get the words out, those stupid three words.

“Turn to me Dean.” Cas ordered and Dean complied. Cas cupped Dean’s chin with his hand. Now he had the time to gaze upon Dean’s perfect pink lips that he wanted to kiss so badly. Dean follows suit and also lifted his hand to Cas’ face. Both mens’ eyes danced across each other’s features soaking up every inch of perfection that the other saw in the other.

Cas had been steering this ship all night, Dean felt it was a good time for him to take over. Dean pulled Cas to him, tilting his head he pressed a kind loving kiss on his slightly rough lips. Cas parted his lips allowing Dean easy access. Dean’s tongue darted into Cas’ mouth sweeping the inside wanting to be closer to him. Cas tasted sweet with a hint of coffee aftertaste. As they kissed passionately, Dean’s chest moved closer until they were pressed against each other. Cas was happy to let the more experienced Dean take control. His hands searched over Cas’ back, his skin was soft but not supple like a women’s, it was tight as he felt his muscles that formed ridges on his shoulder blades. The searing kisses that were being exchanged were satisfying the urges forming in his loins. He could feel Cas’ clothed hard length rub against his on own. He rolled Cas on his back, legs straddling around his trim waist. Continued to kiss him, laying his full body on top of Cas. Dean sat up pulling away from the kiss and took his shirt off tossing it on the floor. Cas traced his hands over Dean’s abdomen as Dean grinded softly against Cas’ cock.

“Castiel,” it was unusual for Dean to say Cas’ whole name but he wanted him to pay attention. “I need you to know that this isn’t some one night thing for me. Cas,” Dean leaned down to pressed a soft kiss on Cas’ lips. “Cas,” He repeated, “I-I” he stuttered.

Cas kissed him again stopping his confession, “Dean, I know.”

“Cas, buddy, I have to tell you and I need you to hear it.” Dean explained.

“Dean!” Cas said softly, informing Dean that he didn’t have to say anything that he ready to say.

“Castiel, I,” he breathed loudly, “I love you.” the weight vanished; Dean smiled so bright proud that the one he loves the most finally knew.

Cas reached up pulling Dean into him, their lips crashed over and over again. Between kisses, Cas breathlessly said, “I love you too, Dean.”

Underwear, finally, made its way into a ball at the foot of the bed under the sheets. The two mens’ naked bodies rutted for satisfaction. Both were shy to touch the others member, Cas was the first to reach down. His touch made Dean moan Cas’ name in his mouth. “Cas, oh, please!” Dean’s moans were soft and Cas loved the sound of his name on Dean’s lips. Cas continued to stoke Dean’s length harder and faster. “Castiel, I want you…” he groaned if Cas didn’t stop he would climax without him. “Cas” he kissed. “Make love to me?” he asked so needy.

Cas was a little surprised at Dean’s request, he had always imaged that the Great Dean Winchester would want to be in control of their first sexual experience. “Dean, I don’t really know what I am doing.”

“Me either. This is all new for me too. I want you to feel you inside of me.” Dean’s voice was raspy. “Have condoms and lube in my bag.”

Both men moved away from each other, Cas was fumbling to put the condom on, Dean helped him to open the wrapper and rolled it slowly down his shaft teasing him a little. They both gazed into each others eyes, Cas bend down to continue kissing Dean. Dean slid back on the bed and turn over on his stomach, he started to move to his knees taking a comfortable position. He was concerned that it would hurt but he had confidence that Cas would be gentle and take care of him. Cas’ rough five o’clock shadow grazed over Dean’s soft skin on his neck. Cas sprinkled kisses over his shoulders and nuzzled into his neck. “Dean, I enjoy this but this isn’t going to work. I want to look in your eyes.”

“Of course Cas.” Dean moaned.

Dean turned on his back and spread his legs around his angel. Cas fell onto Dean’s lips, his dick rubbing between Dean’s ass cheeks toying with Dean. Dean’s cock was trapped in the center of their stomachs, the friction was almost too much to handle. Pre-cum started to form at his head aiding in the grinding relieving some of the friction.

“Dean, I want you so bad. Are you ready?” Cas asked. Dean’s forest colored eyes shined with joy, he nodded, not trusting his voice. Cas lined up with Dean. He was slow, his blunt head gliding in Dean. Dean moaned from feeling the foreign sensation. Inch by inch, Cas was careful, checking on Dean constantly. Finally, his whole length was in. Cas started to thrust, both men closed their eyes and low groans escaped from their lips. Reaching around Dean’s head Cas pulled Dean’s chest up, his plump lips enclosed around Dean’s thoroughly kissing his quivering lips. Cas’ cock throbbed as he slid in and out of Dean. He reached for Dean’s hand interlacing their fingers, Cas raised their joined hands up above Dean’s head. Cas laid on top of him and whispered in his ear, “I love you, Dean. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” Cas’ words and all the sensitivity he was feeling made Dean tear with joy. Two single tears strolled down his face as Cas prolonged his rocking inside of Dean. Cas didn’t want to stop he wanted to stay inside Dean forever but his vessel had another idea. He started to feel his edge come on, “Dean, I’m so close…” Cas moaned.

“Me too.” Was all Dean could mutter as he finally let himself cum untouched. The warm juices squirted on their stomachs, making it easier for Cas to glide while pinning Dean to the bed.

“Mmmmm uhhh ohhhhhhh” rolled deep from inside of Cas as his seed was released. His cock pulsated inside of Dean for a few minutes as the two men enjoyed laying with one another completely quenching the others needs.

“Cas, Thank you. That was better than I ever imaged.” Dean gushed. The men cleaned up and slept next to each other. Cas had never dreamed before but tonight he only dreamed of a life next to Dean, with him forever.

The next morning the naked men awoke, and prepared for the hunt. Other than a few stolen kisses, everything was the same and that relived Dean.

Cas and Dean found the nest by mid-day and ten vamps lost their heads. Dean checked up on Sam, he was feeling a lot better. He informed Sam that they would be back by nightfall.

Back at the bunker, “Hey Sammy!” Dean barged into his brother’s bedroom.

“You’re chipper.” Sam snickered.

“Hell yeah! I’m chipper. I just had the best night of my life and got to kill some monsters.” Dean stated.

Sam smirked, “So things went even better after you held hands?”

“Yeah so much better. I’ll have to tell you about it sometime.”

“Oh no Dean! You can keep that to yourself. What you and Cas do is none of my business.” Sam notified Dean.

“Well anyway, I am glad you are doing better, Sammy.”

Dean walked down to Cas’ bed with a box in hand. “Dean, what are you doing?” Cas asked.

“Oh you’re moving.”

Cas was a little shocked, and wondered what he had done wrong, “Where am I moving to?”

“My room of course.” Dean chuckled.

“What about Sam?” Cas questioned.

“There is not enough room for all three of us in my room.” Dean joked.

“You know what I mean. I just thought you would want to keep this between us, a secret.” Cas confided.

Dean placed his hand on Cas’ face and looked down in his hooded eyes, “Castiel, I am not keeping you a secret from anyone. You are mine.”

A delicate kiss was shared as Cas helped Dean move his belongings down the hall.

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majiniesthings · 7 years

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Sastiel Love Week Day 2 - The Moment They Knew

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Their “Ah Ha” Moment

Sam and Castiel didn’t get their "Ah ha" moment until they started watching the third season of Games of Thrones. They were both hanging out in Sam’s room, sitting next to each other as they watched the first few minutes of the episode on the TV.

Some time passed as the show progressed and Sam’s mind began to stray away from whatever battle that was going on in the show. He moved his head to face Castiel, who had his eyes glued to the screen.

He kept thinking about Castiel for the past couple of days, wondering if he should him on a date or something but…

Sam shook his head at his thoughts. There was no way in hell that Castiel, an angel of the Lord, who like to go out with him, someone who made a crap ton of mistakes that could have ended life as they know it. Like heck, Sam was hooked on demon’s blood for power when he first met Castiel and the angel even mention it.

Sam sighed as he brought his eyes back on the TV. “There's no light in this tunnel," he thought sadly.

After Sam put his focus on the show again, Castiel looked at him from the corners of his eyes.

Just like Sam, Castiel had the younger Winchester on his mind lately; he’s been thinking about the times they spend together and how much it affected him. He knew Sam gives him a type of feeling, a type of sensation that he never felt before. Like when Sam sacrificed himself to the pits of Hell, Castiel felt this immense amount of pain in his chest, as if he couldn't continue to fight without Sam. He needed Sam to be with him, alive and breathing.

As a scene on the TV ended, they brushed against each other with their shoulders. Green eyes connected with blue ones and Castiel soon noticed the slight frown on Sam’s face.

"Is there something wrong, Sam?” Castiel questioned.

“No, Everything’s just fine." Sam said, facing the TV again. "Just continue watching the show, man."

Castiel didn’t believe him, he knew Sam was upset about something. "Sam…"

Sam turned his face towards him again with no reply.

”…Do you want to go to this new restaurant with me tomorrow?“ Castiel asked.

Shock immediately came across Sam’s face. "What?"

"Do you want to go on—what would Dean call it—a date?” Castiel said.

Instantly, the first thought that came to Sam’s mind was to say “yes”, but he was confused to why Castiel would ask someone like him. "Why are you asking me, Cas?“

Castiel sensed the insecurity emitting from the younger Winchester; he was somewhat sadden that Sam, someone who he thinks was absolutely pure and kind, viewed himself as not good enough for such interactions.

Without a second thought, Castiel cupped Sam’s face, feeling the heat rushing up to his cheeks.

"Because…I like you romantically Sam Winchester.” He confessed. "You may think otherwise, but you have become someone very dear to me. I want to make you happy, even if it means watching every show and movie Netflix has to offer.“

Sam blushed at Castiel’s confession. "I like you too, Cas."

By the time the Game of Thrones episode was finished, Sam already agreed to go out on a date with Castiel tomorrow. Their "ah ha” moment couldn’t get any sweeter.

Aw, what could possibly be sweeter than planning your first date while people die horribly on the TV screen? (These nerds, seriously. <3) I loved Sam’s insecurities here and Cas’ adorable, honest way with his emotions. I feel like there’s a lot of Netflix marathons in their near future... (I didn’t make a Netflix and Chill joke, give me some credit. xD) Lovely way to start my day, Nonny! <3

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okay now that I finally have time - a few things about the russian dub. I'm russian and a translator so I feel the mighty need to give my two rubles.

- I've watched about three different rus dubs now because russians don't usually wait for the “official” dubs as in “aired on tv” because we tend not to get any and netflix and other streaming services are still new here (also people are poor and piracy is a thing). we have some teams who translate and dub shows for free and they are wildly popular among the fans who prefer dub

- I don't really like our dubs. yep, I said it, mostly they are... not great to put lightly or wildly weird and again not in a good way. but. the confession scene in all of them was surprisingly well done. I mean my faves are still latam and french dubs but yeah, not terrible. HOWEVER. society if we could do it in a more romantic way. that being said...

- all the dubs didn't make it outright NOT romantic. in fact, some even made the scene MORE gay than the original lmao. which was nice since I know where I live and genuinely thought that they would just... ignore it or bro their way through it

now. the dub that's circulating here.

- all of you who are saying that context means much more in russian than sometimes even the words - are right. you don't stand in front of your manly bro with that face, after that speech and say “я люблю тебя” and not mean it in a romantic way. yes, we don't have two separate words for romantic and platonic love in russian (hence him saying that he loved Sam and Jack and using the same word) but the context here definitely conveys that it IS romantic when it's Dean he's talking to

- it was said before but I want to say it again (because I really liked this change). Dean saying не вздумай - "don't even think about it" basically means "don't you dare" and this is MUCH more assertive and powerful than plain "don't do this". AND more romantic. because again - the context. I also saw people confusing this line with "don't even think that I love you/ don't tell me such things" etc. and... honestly such interpretation didn't even cross my mind because... it's not what he's saying, simply isn't. this phrase is closer to "don't you dare" as I said earlier. Dean's figured out what Cas is going to do what he's thinking and he can't bear going though this again. he's saying "don't you dare leaving me again", it's almost like a command. idk how to explain it more clearly but just know that the phrase refers to Cas' sacrifice and Dean's inability to live with this. (also a lighter side note: russian moms love the word as in "don't even think about it or you're dead and then some" and it really suits Dean with his mom vibes)

- I saw the debate about whether Cas referring to Dean as a "creation"(создание) instead of a "human being" strips him of his flaws and humanity. valid, but I raise you this - it sounds so fucking romantic. I can't even explain it, maybe again, it's because you DON'T say such things to your manly man friends here without wanting some gay gay love in return. (I mean I gasped when I heard it hfhsgdg) maybe it's also because in russian (esp in classic lit) the word создание can also be used and translated as a "creature" or a "thing" but not in any derogatory way but in phrases like “милое создание” - “sweet creature”, “хрупкое создание” - “fragile creature/thing” and it's mostly referred to THE LADIES to show adoration (or disguised contempt but here it's not the case)

- Cas' word for goodbye "прощай" is indeed more final than other options, but I'm inclined to think that it's partly because "до свидания" is too long for lipsync. BUT fun fact - the word "прощай" also means "forgive" in imperative. this remark doesn't mean anything here i guess but i just like talking about the perks of my language. also initially “прощай” meant "let me go freely and without guilt" :)

- tldr: they are GAY for each other your honor: russian edition 💚💙

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Movie Night

Pairing: Sam x Reader; Cas x Dean Summary: Fluff/angst, movie night at the bunker brings up a topic that nobody wants to talk about. Warnings: some crying, topic of dying, implied smut (not a lot), light cussing. Word count 3.4K

“We are getting nowhere!” Dean grunted. The team had been pouring over lore books for hours trying to find answers. “Aww, sweetie we’ll find something soon.” You comforted Dean caressing his hand. “We should just stop for the night. You know, it is movie night!” Your eyes twinkled with the suggestion.

“No, no, we need to continue.” His normally adorably bright green eyes were dull and defeated. If anytime he needed a break now was it. “Dean, you need to rest. Go have your movie night with (Y/N). Sam and I will proceed.” Cas’ deep voice said with much concern. Dean looked to Sam for approval. “Just go.” Sam told him with a smile. “Ok then it’s settled, I’ll get the popcorn, and you pick the movie.” Your voice was super excited. You and Dean hadn’t had a movie night since this whole Amara thing started. And before that Sam barely let you be in the same room as Dean while he had the Mark of Cain, not to mention be alone with him. You were jumping out of your skin to finally have your BFF back. Dean shuffled off to Sam’s bedroom and started to scroll through their Netflix account. “I gots the popcorn!” You sang out, as you walked through the bedroom door, “So what are we watching tonight, sweetie?” “I was thinking a chick flick, I just can’t handle watching blood right now.” He confessed as his hands moved over the gaming controller. “Sure thing! Oh! Oh! Stop! What about that one? I wanted Sam to take me to that when it was still in theaters.” “Alright, baby girl!” Dean wrapped his arm around you and the two of you snuggled in the bed to watch the movie.

Back in the War room, Sam asked Cas, “Sometimes… I wonder who is dating who?” “I have asked myself the same question many times. I think it’s wonderful, (Y/N) makes Dean happy in a way that you and I just can’t fill.” Cas replied. “She makes me happy too.” Sam said with a smile. “I’ll go and make sure we have clean sheets on our bed.” Cas stated to Sam. Sam chuckled, remembering a very unpleasant experience one evening when Sam slid into Cas and Dean’s bed and felt a cold, wet sticky mess. “Thanks Cas!”

Later that evening, Sam went to check on his brother and his girlfriend, like normal they were fast asleep in each other’s arms. Sam couldn’t help but smile, they looked so peaceful. Sam turned the TV off, placed the half eaten bowl of popcorn on the bedside table and pulled the blanket from the foot of the bed and covered both of you. Sam knew (Y/N) would get cold, he was always so thoughtful. “You called it, they were out.” Sam said with a chuckle joining Cas in his brother’s shared bedroom. “Yeah, I figured. They always do.” Cas smiled. The angel and youngest Winchester climbed into bed. Sam was asleep in a few minutes while Cas just laid next to him for comfort, Cas would then meditated and listened to angel radio through out the night.

You woke up, it was 3 am, you were in your room but the arms that had enveloped you weren’t from your Winchester. You shimmied yourself from Dean’s embrace, quietly you made it down the hallway and into Dean and Cas’ bedroom. Cas’ eyes were on you as soon as you opened the door. You walked to his side of the bed and whispered, “Hey angel, you wanna go join Dean?” It didn’t take any persuasion, Cas silently agreed to your suggest. You joined Sam winding your whole body around him, he woke for a minute, he hummed, “hey” “Hey,” you replied, “Handsome, I’m sorry I fell asleep in there.” A soft chuckle escaped Sam’s mouth, “It’s ok, (Y/N/N).” He placed a sweet chaste kiss on your forehead before going back to sleep.

“Hey honey, did (Y/N/N) go to our room?” Dean asked Cas as he crawled on the bed. “Hello Dean, yes, she did.” Cas replied. “Damn, she’s a Ninja. I didn’t even feel her move. Come here, honey.” Dean told Cas opening up his arms to be held by the hunter. “Did you have a good movie night, Dean?” Dean tilted Cas’ face up pulling him into sleepy tender kiss. “Yeah, it was good. We watched TV and I feel asleep holding one of the most beautiful woman I know.“ He let out a small laugh, “So yeah, it was good night.” “She is quite beautiful, even her soul is lovely. I wanted to ask you something if Sam and I weren’t around do you think…“ Cas’ voice trialed off. “Do I think (Y/N) and I would hook up? I think the old Dean would have but then she would be just some girl I slept with and not my best friend.” Dean tried to explain. “I thought I was your best friend?” Cas questioned. “Well you’re more than that now, Cas, you, you” Dean stammered, it was still hard to say the next words, “are the love of my life. Where are you going with this anyways?” “I have just been thinking that if something were to happen to Sam and I. I would want you to be happy.” Dean looked at his angel knowing exactly what he was going to say. “I know (Y/N) also makes you happy. You would make an excellent couple.” Dean allowed Cas to finish his thoughts, “Honey, if something happened to you and Sam, I don’t think I could ever make it. With or without (Y/N). She would be so devastated as well.” “I wouldn’t expect it to happen fast after we were gone. I'm just saying that if it did happen, I would be happy for you two.” Cas explained. “Lets just go to sleep. I don’t want to speak of you ever being gone.“ Dean suggested.

The next morning, Dean joined Sam and (Y/N) at the kitchen table. You had been cooking all morning, “Where’s Cas?” You asked as you scrabbled up some more eggs. “He’s putting fresh sheets on your bed.” Dean replied smugly. “Really? Dean, come on man. Not in our bedroom!” Sam exclaimed. “Sorry” he shook his head up and down and then left to right. He wasn’t sorry and it made you laugh way too hard that early. “This isn’t funny. That is your bed too!” Sam’s angry voice made it hard to stop laughing and now he was glaring at you. You tried to pull yourself together but you and Dean kept making eye contact and the both of you were there giggling and then streams of tears started coming down your face. Sam couldn’t keep the stern face up for long as he watched you and Dean laugh, he soon joined in. Chuckling hard Sam said, “Seriously, Ser- seriously, this isn’t funny! I’m not even sure why I am laughing.” Their laughs were always infectious. The way they both threw their whole bodies back and a roar came from their bellies. Then (Y/N) would do this high pitched cackle followed by a snort that just spurred Dean to laugh on even harder. “I hate both of you so much right now!” Sam said continuing to laugh. “Whatever, you love us!” You giggled plating the eggs for Dean and piling on some bacon and French toast. The chuckles soon quieted down. “Baby girl, what would we do without you? Come here and give me some sugar.” Dean pulled you into his lap. Sam raised his eyebrow and smiled at you two. “I have told you, sweetie, we can’t make out in front of your brother again. He gets very jealous.” You started giggling again. “I guess you are right.” Dean pouted. He allowed you to move off of him and you sat down in your chair. Dean grabbed a fork and started to gulp down the full plate of food. “So. I wanted to ask your opinion on something.” Sam and you listened and nodded your heads. “Cas thinks that if something happens to him or you” pointing to his brother, “that (Y/N/N) and I should be together.” You jaw dropped, you were confused about what you just heard. “WHAT?” You yelled. As you were yelling Sam said, “it makes sense!” shrugging his shoulders. In unison, Dean and you raised your voices and a barrage of, “Wait, what?” and “No, No, No!” filled the kitchen. Sam sat back and watched as you both vented. “Are y'all done?” Sam asked. You both calmed down. “You two are more alike than different. Sometimes I think I am dating a girl version of Dean, which can be a little creepy.” “Creepy?” You questioned very annoyed. “I wasn’t done, but yes, creepy” his next words were chosen carefully, knowing how pissed you already looked, “but now I find it comforting. If something happens to Cas and I, you two need to stick together and not close yourselves off, like I know you both would do. I would support you guys if…” “You can’t even say it, can you?” You implied. “Well no, it is a little hard to think about my girl with my brother together, together. But you are the one who almost broke up with me last year and said ‘boyfriends are replaceable but best friends are forever’ when I wouldn’t let you see Dean when he was a demon.” “And?” You asked. “I mean that the bond is already there, (Y/N/N).” Sam tried to explain. You stood and glared at Sam not sure what to say. Your were angry to your core, how could Sam and Cas just think that there was anyone other than Sam for you. Dean is like your brother, sure he’s attractive but he could never be anything more. “I’m going to check to see if Cas is done changing the sheets. Sweetie, you wanna come join me for a little fun.” Sam was surprised. “Ah Sure!” “Oh no, I was talking to Dean. You know my next boyfriend.” The spite rolled from your mouth. You turned on your heels and huffed down the hallway. “Dude, go! Say you’re sorry and go make her feel good” Dean instructed Sam. Sam ran from the kitchen down the hallway, fireman lifted you over his shoulder. You laughed hysterically not able to be mad when he was just that damn cute. He tossed you on your shared bed, “Take of your panties!” He commanded. You shook your head no, “You take off my panties with your teeth.” you bit your bottom lip and snaked your body up the bed. Sam couldn’t resist your request. He kissed your covered stomach and pulled your night gown up around your waist. “Ummm Dean!” You moaned. “You didn’t just say Dean’s name?” “Oh yes, I did!” “Do it again and you will get punished.” He informed you with a hint of devil in his eyes. “Oh Dean more!” Your moan was louder this time. Sam flipped you fast onto your stomach, it was exciting, you loved it when he manhandled you. He reared back his large hand and you felt a forceful slap on your on you left ass cheek. “Ouch!” “Are you going to play nice now?” He asked. “Dean! Please harder!” You knew how to egg him on as you wiggled your ass back at him. “You asked for it!” Even harder this time Sam smacked you right ass cheek. “Now are you going to let me pleasure you or do want to continue with your punishment?” You hummed enjoying the pain, “oh I don’t know. I wonder if Dean would like to join us.” Sam chuckled, “I guess punishment it is.” He pressed his hand on your wrist forcing you down into the bed. “Now which one of these pretty little cheeks needs a bigger palm print.” His slap was more gentle this time knowing you were already feeling the pain from the first slap. He flipped you on your back and moved down your body to finish removing your panties, placing light kisses as he went. “Be nice now.” His smirk told you that he wanted you to scream only his name now. “Yes Sam!” You giggled. “Now that's more like it!” He traveled back up your torso and grazing your bottom lip with his teeth. He bit you enough to leave a mark on the inside of your gum line before planting a searing kiss on your swollen lips. You reached to pull down his pajama bottoms. “Oh no baby, I want to make you squeal before you get any of this.” One hour and half and three maybe four orgasms later, both Sam and you were exhausted, falling asleep with him after a fight was the best thing ever.

When you woke, you had this nagging feeling that you needed to talk to Dean. You made him a sandwich and found him tinkering on an old car in the garage. “Hey, what cha doing?” you said. “Hey, I am just replacing this headlight. We should take her later when I am done.” The cool breeze, riding shotgun in an awesome car with Dean. Of course you were in. “Sounds like a plan!“ “So did you and Sammy make up?“ Dean asked. “You could say that,” a cute smile spread across your face, “he did spank me every time I said your name in bed.” “You didn’t?” He questioned wanting to know more. “Oh I certainly did. I don’t think I’ll be able to sit down for a week. You know your brother likes it a little rough.” Your gossip intrigued Dean even more. “You feeling any better?” “Yeah, I guess.” The solemn look on your face was unmistakable. “Baby girl, you wanna talk about it?” You sighed and then started your rant, “I really do understand what Sam and Cas are trying to say. You and me, we’re attractive people who get along really fucking well.” You raised your voice. “But its just I can’t imagine loving anyone other than Sam.” Your voice started to break, you could feel the tears form in your eyes. “Why do they think it would be us left? I could be be left all alone, or just Cas and I. Or you and I die and Sam is once again all by himself. Are Sam and Cas supposed to get together if we are gone?” You made yourself chuckle a little as you walked into Dean’s outstretched arms. “I just love him so much and the idea of losing him breaks my heart.” Dean smelled of gasoline and old spice, it was a combination you had learned to love, as Dean was normally the only person you would open up to and vice versa. “It’s ok. It breaks my heart too, baby girl. I don’t want to even speak about it either.” his sympathy was genuine. You buried your head in his chest. You normally could pull yourself together but this, this is what you never wanted to think about. The tears soaked in to his black t-shirt as he stroked your hair. “You know they’re just looking out for us.” You tried to form the words but you just cried more and shook your head. You knew what he was saying right. “I never want to think of a world where Cas isn’t there hold me.” Your legs grew shaky, Dean move you to the ground, you were both kneeling, you wrapped your arms tighter around him. “I hate this feeling.” you cried “Me too.” Dean teared up. You sat on the floor, contemplating a life without Sam and it only made you cry harder. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone. There have been so many times, I thought I should just leave and get a normal job but I just couldn’t leave him. I want to grow old him, have his kids, and hunt what others are afraid to. I belong with him, I don’t want to live in a world without him.” “I know you belong with him. I do. I can’t live without him either.” His words comforted you. You heard footsteps coming down the hall, “(Y/N/N), are you hurt?” Sam called out. Oh shit, he must have heard you crying and now he’s worried. “In here Sammy.” Dean hollered. In a second both Sam and Cas, were in the garage. “What’s wrong?” Sam asked. “Well we were talking about you two, one day being gone.” Dean said on your behalf. “She is upset because she loves you so much Sammy. Is that right, baby girl?” You looked up into Dean’s tear soaked eyes. You hadn’t noticed how much he was crying too. You agreed, still not able to talk. Sam bent down and pulled you from Dean grasp, “hey, hey, hey.” He shushed, “I am here and I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.” He smelled like musk and coriander, you sniffed him in like it might be the last time. “I am sorry, (Y/N), if my suggestion caused you so much pain.” Cas apologized, placing his hand on your back. “It’s ok Cas. I-we needed to talk about this.” You stopped crying and tried to stand up. That was enough being vulnerable for one day. “So you guys think Crowley would give me a penthouse if I had to make a deal for one of you?” you joked trying to lighten the mood. “You know the rules ‘no deals,’ but for you baby girl, he would make you his queen.” Dean snarked back. “Eww,” you made a face, “but then Rowena would be my mother-in-law and I just don’t think I could put up with that.” Your sassed. “That’s your problem with the whole thing? What about being with Crowley?” Sam asked a little shocked. “Ummm Crowley. He is so sexy! If I was going to become a demon, that's not half bad.” You teased kissing Sam’s nose. “You wouldn’t find him very attractive if you saw his demon form.” Cas chimed in. You and Dean laughed knowing that Cas didn’t understand you were only make a joke. The next few hours were spent around the kitchen table discussing, final wishes, and how to keep the family together if one or more of you died.

A week past, Sam walked into Dean and Cas’ bedroom. “Hey, can I talk to you guys?” He asked closing the door before Dean and Cas could answer. “Sure Sam.” Dean said. “I have been saving some cash for a while now and there’s this jewelry store.” Sam was nervous, “They have this really nice ring. I-I want to ask (Y/N) to marry me.” “Sammy, that’s great! I am so happy for you.” Dean exuberantly told him, walking over to give his brother a huge hug. Sam stopped his brother, “Dean, before I ask her. I need you to promise me something.” “What is it?” Dean asked a little concerned. “Actually, Cas, I need you to promise too.” Cas nodded activity listening to the conversation. “You need to promise that if you can only save one of us, you save her. She is my world. I need to know that she will be safe.” “What? No!” Dean shouted. “I don’t think I can do that, Sammy.” “You have to, Dean. I can’t have my future children grow up without their mother.” “Cas, honey, can you give me sometime alone with my brother?” Dean asked. “Sam, whatever Dean decides I will follow.” Cas placed his hand on Sam’s shoulder and exited the room. Dean made sure the door was closed and Cas was down the hall. “Dean!” Sam tried to sympathize with him. Dean held out his arms and pulled Sam down into an embrace. Sam was a little shocked. “Of course. Of course I’ll save her first.” “You will?” Sam questioned still a little surprised. “Yeah. Just don’t tell them that I caved so easily.” Dean released his hold on Sam and smiled looking into Sam’s hazel eyes. “I have been waiting for you to ask me this for a while now.” “Yeah?” “Yeah, baby brother, I am happy for you! (Y/N) and you it just feels so right. Now, do you think this store would have anything that Cas would like? “Yeah, I think they would.” Sam chuckled. “You have to promise to save Cas first too. I know you will have to fight him on it.” Dean informed Sam. “I can do that.” Sam’s smiled uncontrollable now. Dean looked at how Sam’s dimples were more evident now than he had see in a long time and as long as Sam had (Y/N), Dean knew it didn’t matter what happened to him, someone would always be there for his baby brother. (Y/N) and Cas were the best things to ever happen to this pair of hunters.

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