cas!

#gifs

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"CAS, NO CAS’

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run and tell all of the angels this could take all night think i need a devil to help me get things right hook me up a new revolution 'cause this one is a lie we sat around laughing and watched the last one die

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Sam…he’s gone.

list of reasons why i am not ok:

dean crying
dean crying because his best friend cas is dead
dean crying because he was too late to save his friend cas
dean not understanding how he could try so hard and come so far and cas is still dead
cas taking a breath and dean moving to him for reassurance
dean touching cas’s face
dean touching cas’s thigh
dean being so fucking relieved that cas is alive
dean saying NEVER DO THAT AGAIN
dean cRYING

(via outpastthemoat)

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Destiel Chats

Dean: She might've been your first, but I'm sure as hell gonna be your last!

Castiel: I would like that.

#dean winchester #castiel #destiel #destiel chats

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castyel

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wise, mighty, holy

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pariswitch-deactivated20140122 asked:

Spin ~

fractispugnantis answered:

Send me 'Spin' and see what you get:

6th Person gets: A heartfelt confession

"H-hey Cas I uh…" Dean looked down, licking his lips. His fingers toyed and pulled at one another. He wasn’t good at this touchy-feely crap, not even after all this time. He watched as the other male stopped to face him, brows raised, waiting patiently for whatever it was Dean needed to say. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath before he looked up at Castiel.

"I-I don’t… I mean, for Christ’s sake," he muttered under his breath. He took a step closer to Castiel, then another, and soon, he was in front of the fallen angel. His fingers wrapped around the fabric of the sweater he had come to love (only because it fit Castiel so well), and he held onto him. "Don’t leave. I-I know I told you that it uh, it would be better — but I was lying, okay? Sam was there and I panicked. But I need you here, man. Haven’t we learned by now that we’re better as a group?" He paused, then looked into Castiel’s eyes. "As a team? C’mon Cas, it’s you and me, me and you, against all odds, right?” His lips twitched into a smile but it fell, unable to keep it up.

"I told you once before, I need you. And I’m gonna say it again. Look, you and I both know that I don’t… I don’t beg, but man, I am begging you.” He raised a hand to cup Castiel’s cheek to keep their gazes locked. “Stay with me.”

#fanfiction

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Dean, what are you doing?

Just takin’ some photos.

Why?

So I can remember what you look like.

Lol

Waking up to you

It was December, and the bunker was cold. The bunker was always cold, to be honest, but it was a million times worse in the winter. There were drafts in the library, the pipes froze every other week, and the goddamn floors were so cold Dean’s feet got numb right through his socks. There was a big old boiler that was meant to heat the place, but it worked about as well as killing demons with butter knives, so they’d all gotten used to wearing layers.

Dean woke sometime around 6am to cold toes. He rubbed his eyes, groaned, and curled his feet up under the covers. It didn’t really help. “Even the fucking cold is out to get me!” He grumbled, glaring at the air like it had personally offended him, which it had. He rolled onto his stomach, shoved his face in his pillow and tried to get back to sleep.

It was pointless.

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Destiel Chats

Dean: So, Cas...you and Balthazar seemed pretty friendly.

Castiel: Yes, Balthazar is important to me.

Dean: You, uh...you two don't have a thing going, do ya?

Castiel: A 'thing'? I do not understand. Please elaborate.

Dean: You two aren't...fucking each other senseless, right?

Castiel: ...No. Balthazar and I are not engaging in any sexual activity.

Dean: Good.

Castiel: Good?

Dean: I just meant...uh...y'know, I gotta go wash my socks!

Castiel: ...

Castiel: I am pleased. His socks do not smell pleasant.

#destiel #destiel chats

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They were wed on a Tuesday in late November. Sam married them, a giant smile on his face as they read the heartfelt vows they had written themselves, Charlie, Garth, Krissy and a few others watching eagerly. Their friends put together a beautiful wedding in a small chapel and, despite them insisting that they didn’t want anything elaborate, they loved it. Especially the food. They had their honeymoon in Miami, spending a lot more time in their hotel room than enjoying the beautiful weather, eyes alight with the love they shared. They had never been happier.