The thing is that when Cas first laid a hand on Dean in hell he was lost, and not actually because "For the first time, I feel". Cas had felt before he knew Dean. We know this because we know Cas had rebelled before. Naomi tells us Cas never did as he was told—that Cas had a "Crack in the chassis straight off the line" (something Chuck later echoes in a rage).
Cas's rebellion is far older than Dean and that rebellion is a function of what he feels. Cas just doesn't get to remember feeling. Each time he does, he's stripped of the memory of it... but subconsciously he starts to understand it as something he must keep secret.
Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?
Cas is in love with humanity, and we conflate this with Dean because Dean is the narrative heart, and the subject of Cas's greatest love, and because the concept of humanity and Dean are so deeply linked they're almost one in the same. We are not at all wrong to conflate the two, but make no mistake—Cas is in love humanity.
You misunderstand me, Dean, I’m not like you think. I was praying that you would choose to save the town.
Cas calls humanity a work of art, and the camera pans to Dean sitting on the bench beside him. Dean represents humanity. Not just as precious works of art, but also because humans get to feel. Humans don't get lobotomized for feeling. Dean encourages Cas to feel. He encourages Cas to feel by asking him to—begging him to, and by feeling for others, and by existing and deserving to be loved himself.
Dean echoes free will to Cas like a call from the wild. He's the beauty of humanity. He's the liberation and beautiful terror of choice. The reason "You always have a choice" and "There is a right and there is a wrong here, and you know it" works is because Cas already feels, already hopes, already loves.
You were gonna help me once, weren't you? You were gonna warn me about all this, before they dragged you back to Bible camp. Help me -- now. Please.
The function by which Dean gets through to Cas is through Cas's own feelings and convictions. He gets through because Cas is "not a hammer, as you say". Cas has questions. Cas has doubts.
Cas is in love with humanity, and every time he remembers it, he gets packed off to Bible Camp and he forgets. But he can remember again. What it takes is a push. What it takes is a hand reached out in the darkness. The day Cas rescued Dean from hell, two people were saved. A hand clawed out toward Cas too, breaking through his own torturous prison and offering him escape. For the first time in a long time, he felt.
Dean's importance is that he touches Cas. He makes Cas remember. And he keeps making Cas remember. Through touch, through words, through the expression of his own affection for Cas and for others. Because Dean cares, Cas cares.
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this is a Emily Holmes (the actor who played Hester in SPN) appreciation post.
She really understood the assignment.
She delivers very few lines, appears in just 1 episode in season 7, ends up dead quite soon, yet she is simply unforgettable.
"The very touch of you corrupts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell, he was lost." is probably one of the best lines in the whole show + one of the most well-acted scenes. Kudos to her, thank you for giving us life!
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I'm a Kalt'tsit/Skadi/Ishar'mla enjoyer. Please. Regale me of this AU
im not the best at writing things out so i will instead let my very nice friend @helico-prion do this for me for me:
"First, Ishar-mla took Gladiia from Kal'tsit. Then She took the hunters Gladiia entrusted to Kal'tsit--including the last, most helpless one. Then, She took Rhodes Island from her, all of humanity, and then even her companion for years innumerable, Mon3tr. Ishar-mla stole everything from Kal'tsit, including her reason for being, and Kal'tsit rages with an intensity she has not felt since Theresa's death--to no avail as nothing she vanquished could compare to the might of a God. As she hates and despairs, Ishar-mla dares to want to love her, to soothe Her loneliness, that which She has brought upon Herself."
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Drabble: Hidden Temptation
Dean Winchester, the epitome of strength and resilience, had a secret—one that he had kept hidden from the world. It was a desire that consumed him, whispered in the darkest corners of his mind. And you, unbeknownst to him, held the power to awaken that temptation.
One evening, as the hunter focused on sharpening his weapons, you entered the room, your presence silently stealing Dean's attention as he heard your light footsteps coming closer and closer.
A magnetic pull drew him towards you, an unexplainable connection that left him yearning for your touch.
But you were oblivious to the effect you had on Dean. Your innocence and genuine affection captivated him, your every word and gesture igniting a fire deep within his soul. The very touch of yours corrupted his thoughts, stirring desires that he never thought he would succumb to.
As you moved closer, unaware of the turmoil inside Dean, a surge of longing washed over him. He fought to maintain his composure, his walls crumbling under the weight of his forbidden desire. He ached to hold you, to confess the depths of his affection, but the fear of tarnishing their bond held him captive.
"Hey, Dean," You greeted, your voice pulling him from his turbulent thoughts. "I brought you some coffee."
Dean tore his gaze away, blinking back the intensity of his emotions, hoping you didn't see them. "Thanks," he managed, his voice strained, the internal battle raging within him.
Your fingers brushed against his lightly as you handed him the coffee cup, and in that fleeting contact, Dean felt his self-control slip. The warmth of your touch seared through his veins, sparking a longing that threatened to consume him entirely.
As you moved away, Dean clenched his jaw, desperately trying to suppress the desires that clawed at him. He knew he couldn't give in, couldn't risk jeopardizing the purity of their connection. But with each passing day, the struggle grew more unbearable.
Alone once again, Dean sank into the chair, his mind clouded with conflicting emotions. The temptation to confess his forbidden longing was overwhelming, and he wondered if he could resist the allure of your touch any longer.
For now, he chose to bury his desires deep within, shielding you from the darkness that simmered beneath his surface. But the battle within him waged on, the very sense of you forever etching itself into his heart, promising a future filled with forbidden passion and the ever-present risk of corruption.
*I just quickly went through your blog and saw that post about deastiel's 'your very touch corrupts' and damn that made me feel things. Hope you liked this ☺*
Aww, beautiful, thank you!! Poor Dean, absolutely beating himself up. Love that you used the quote ❤️
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