imagine all the whispered conversations that would take place in the bunker, with Dean and Cas tucked comfortably against each other in Dean’s bed.
some nights they’re loud, when they’re insatiable and want nothing more than to feel every inch of each other. other nights they lie there in comfortable silence, hands intertwined under the covers, listening to each other breathe and the steady rhythm of their heartbeats chugging along together. but some rare nights they want to know, everything they never had time to learn in the harsh light of day.
so sometimes Cas whispers to Dean, a deep rumble against the shell of his ear, about watching humanity grow into what they are today and everything remarkable he has seen in between.
“the thing i remember the most about the early days of humanity is how absolutely determined you, or we, i should say now i suppose,…” a soft kiss brushed against Cas’s lips for comfort, for all he has lost,” mmph, Dean, i’m talking… how determined you were, these inept things who had no idea how to survive beyond what was instinctive but you were so beautifully determined.”
“we were a bunch of stubborn bastards from the beginning huh?”
“yes…” and so on.
other times, Cas wants to know about the Dean he never met.
“Dean?”
“hm?”
“do you remember your first date?”
a chuckle.
even the happier memories are laced with sorrow for Dean, especially when Cas goes that far back, but it all feels so far away, all the pain is but a faint memory with the solid form of cas pressed against his chest, anchoring him there.
they talk about anything and everything and nothing at all, growing to know the parts of the other that they never got to see.
So I decided to choose the blind!Cas au for dcbb
here’s a snippet that’s kind of the working prologue right now. emphasis on the “working” ahh.
General Summary: Dean and Cas have been inseparable since they were both 5. At age 10, Cas loses his eyesight in an accident. Dean is there to help him adjust to a life of darkness. Now at age 25, a year before their set wedding date, Cas is finally getting surgery and seeing Dean for the first time in 15 years. Most of the fic will focus on after the surgery.
Much as I love soft “I love you”s and hand-holding, I think it’s far more likely that destiel becoming canon would start off with an argument.
Like, Dean’s angry because Cas doesn’t understand how much he means to him and Cas is just confused because he’s never thought himself worthy of Dean’s love and Dean just gets so mad that he grabs Cas’ face and kisses him and Cas makes this little shocked noise and Dean starts to pull back but then Cas grabs his wrists and pushes him against the wall (because he’s still an angel of the Lord dammit) and kisses the hell out of him and Dean just sort of melts and the kisses become softer and slower and Cas pulls away to just look at Dean because he can’t believe how lucky he is and Dean is still trying to work out if he’s dreaming because he never gets to have this, that’s not how it works, and they just hold each other for a long, still moment, taking every second they have because they both know the peace won’t last.
Cas wandering around in the bat cave one day and finding one of those old Polaroid cameras. Obviously, he doesn’t understand what it is, and more importantly, what it does, so he decides asking Dean about it. To show him, Dean takes a picture of Cas, saying “see, it’s a camera. Remember? Bobby had one too” before tucking the picture into his pocket and keeping it somewhere safe in his own room.
And in the days and weeks that follow Cas basically claiming that camera and taking pictures of almost everything, from sam’s plaid shirts to the bees outside, the books in the shelves, the plates in the kitchen, the shoes at the door,… but mostly Cas figuring out he likes taking pictures of Dean, Dean, Dean. Dean holding a knife, Dean making burgers, Dean making his bed, Dean tying his laces - just a bunch of random but beautiful Polaroid pictures from Dean. And Dean finding it annoying at first but after a while he doesn’t care that much because he loves how Cas smiles at those pictures like they’re the most important thing in the world. ;u;
Dean and Cas having lazy morning sex tho when their kisses are soft and searching and they spend endless moments just mapping each other’s skins with their hands and mouths and just slowly rocking against each other while sharing the same air and letting out breathy moans and gasps, never even taking their time to strip themselves off their boxer
Written for perchedcas who asked for forehead kisses. Set in the future where both the gates to Heaven and Hell have been closed and Castiel has moved in to the batcave.
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Castiel is grumpy and sick.
Dean tries not to find it funny, but it’s kind of hilarious. Castiel has just caught a normal, run of the mill cold but he’s tucked up in bed, surrounded by tissues, complaining that he’s sick and Dean’s laughing at him.
Dean makes him soup from scratch, while Sam drags up a chair and reads to Castiel out of one of the many books in the Men of Letter’s library. Castiel really seems to like hearing about the different demons they vanquished. He also has a soft spot for their weapons catalogue but Sam’s hidden all twenty volumes of that. Dean can’t blame him. It’s like reading from a phone book and while Castiel is probably weird enough to enjoy that, Sam isn’t.
When Dean’s finished making soup, he ladles it out into a big bowl and gives Sam a break. He sits down in the recently vacated chair and watches while Cas drinks up every drop.
“I don’t need to eat, Dean,” Castiel says solemnly as he puts the finished bowl down on the nightstand.
“You don’t usually get sick either,” Dean points out. He checks Castiel’s temperature, pressing the back of his hand to Castiel’s forehead. “You’re still hot. You get any hotter and I’ll have to bring out the thermometer and play doctor.” He wiggles his eyebrows to show Castiel he’s joking but he is worried.
Castiel isn’t supposed to get sick. He’s supposed to be immune. He’s not human and he’s not falling, but Dean knows Castiel is changing. He’s becoming something new. Some blend of man and the divine. Maybe he’ll always have powers or maybe he won’t, maybe he’ll get sick sometimes like this and be grouchy and grumpy, but Dean will still love him.
He leans over and presses a kiss to Castiel’s forehead.
“You should get some rest,” he says, running his fingers through Castiel’s sweat dampened hair. “I’ll watch over you.”
Castiel smiles at him, settling back on the pillows. He closes his eyes, his chest rising and falling slowly. He looks surprisingly peaceful. For a long time Dean just watches him. He thinks eventually that Castiel has fallen asleep but then, suddenly, Castiel opens his eyes, sitting bolt upright in bed.
“I know where Sam’s hidden the weapons catalogue,” he says triumphantly.
Dean sighs.
It doesn’t look like anyone will be getting any rest any time soon.
They’ve got no idea that Cas is limping around because he’s been bouncing on dean’s cock for half an hour.
They haven’t the slightest idea why Dean’s shirt is half tucked into his pants and he’s grinning from ear to ear.
They don’t notice the fingerprint smudges all over the dressing room mirrors and they don’t pay attention to the reddening marks on Cas’ neck, high up enough for them all to see.
They don’t know that sometimes Cas’ voice is so raw because he’s been sucking cock- all the evidence is laid out right there and they don’t even notice.
The fans still scream for more, still think that wolfish Drin dean gives is for them, even when Dean’s got his hands low on Cas’ waist and his hips grinding forward against him on stage.
bee, i was wondering if you had any jealous!dean recs because it is becoming a kink of mine
kladsjf YES GOOD
- Staking Claim (actual fave)
- Tell Me What’s Right
- A Job for an Angel
- Matchmaking for Dummies
- Brother Lover
- Blind Men And Elephants
- Conversations with Sam Winchester AND Conversations without Dean Winchester
- Operation Jealousy
- This is Not Convenient
- How To Say ‘I Love You’ Without Actually Saying ‘I Love You’ (FAVE ;u;) and How To Say ‘I Love You Too’ While Saying ‘I Love You Too’
Glimpses
In the kitchen, held tight in each other’s arms after a hunt, Dean’s head tipped forward to rest on Cas’. Closed eyes belying hands clenched at backs. The tension melting from Dean’s shoulders.
On the way back to the Impala, their hands brushing quickclose as they exchange secret smiles.
In the batcave, Dean spinning Cas round until he is dizzy, singing loudly as they collapse in a pile on the floor.
Dean’s bedroom, Cas hidden beneath the blankets, only an oddly vulnerable foot exposed. Dean’s foot next to it, toes curled.
The way they laugh at nothing at all.
The couch. Cas gasps when Darth Vader reveals his identity, and Dean doesn’t laugh, but pulls Cas tighter against his side, fingers twisting in his hair.
In the aftermath of a hunt: the way Dean runs his thumb over Cas’ cheekbone as he checks for cuts, the way his hands linger as he brushes dirt off the trench coat. The way he ruffles Cas’ hair afterwards, the colour rising in Cas’ cheeks as he smooths it back into place.
In a field in the middle of nowhere, as the gates of hell are closing, they kiss.
tumblr user hrvelle presents: recommending fiction of the fan variety - deancas edition
okay hmmmm my fanfic bookmarks on my computer are kind of getting too full so let me share some of them with you! i don’t have any symbols like ‘this one contains angst/fluff/frottage/blablabla’ yet.All I can say so far is the fics with a ‘†’ contain major character death and the ones with ‘✰’ are my absolute favourites of all time. the ones marked with ✿ are the freshly added ones. besides that, be surprised! I‘ll just post the summaries + the links (duh) and it’s up to you to decide which ones are worth reading!
