AND COMPLETELY POINT OUT TO DEAN THE TENSION BETWEEN HIM AND CAS

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Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?

“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here with me.”

Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.

Dean?

“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”

Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s driving him absolutely nuts.

“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.

She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s steady hands.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but his voice still has a rattle to it.

“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just like I said before.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”

Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t really matter right now anyway.

“Yeah, see—Sam thinks so. You should lean back a bit.”

“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”

Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas … I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”

“I am okay … I have already told you—”

“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits  firmly from the front of the car—glaring at him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel and her eldest son.

He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally understanding that the only one not fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is, will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in his seat.

Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to him. “Alright then … better?”

Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”

The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit, man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.

Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean? What are you …”

Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.

“Hold on … almost …” Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!” he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the car to see.

Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that he’s doing.

“Okay, Cas. Your turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on the angel.

“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s expected to do.

“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had in mind.

“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix this, don’t you?”

Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.

“I am an angel … I have the power to—”

“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in unison.

And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims, quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you doing?”

Helping” Dean snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake against the angel’s chest.

Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.

The man then stills for some time—never looking away and holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.

You see, Dean … I’m all healed.”

Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming torn as to where to look now.

After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down; although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.

Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake instantly.

“Ah—jeez, Cas … you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.

But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the worried Winchester—his charge, his family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re right. What would I do without you?”

Just Sex?

Part two of Good Little Angel 

Word count: 1,779

Warning: smut, slight angst, slight fluff, teasing (LOTS), Dom! Lucifer

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request! This is a part two.

The Winchesters react badly to your actions but then you defend yourself by saying that it was only sex. Lucifer isn’t too happy about how you talked about him behind his back.

A/N: Sorry it’s taken me so long to post again, exams are coming up soon and I’m super busy but I’m off on study leave soon so hopefully I will be able to write more. There’s gonna be a part three of this when I get around to it.

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Can’t Hold Your Liquor

Originally posted by ijensenackles

Summary: After a nasty hunt involving demons, Dean decides to solve a problem by getting you drunk… and then gets in trouble for it.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,800

Warnings: Swearing, implied heavy drinking, implied smut, hangovers, deception, yelling, mild violence

A/N: This is my submission for @kas-not-cas 2.5K dialogue challenge. Congratulations on the followers, darling! That’s amazing and you deserve so many more! They’re not due until July, but inspiration hit me pretty hard with this one, and for once, things just sort of flowed. Hope you guys like it!

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12x10 - “Pterodactyl Screeching into the void” - Part 1

My title is borrowed from @postmodernmulticoloredcloak comment on my crazy blogging after first watching this episode earlier. I feel like it is a fitting title for how this episode made me feel. To clarify, these are very very happy pterodactyls.

Steve Yokey wrote this episode and he appears to have well and truly taken up the gap left when Robbie Thompson sadly left the show. In fact this episode to me channels the ghost of Robbie in many different ways. From the fanfiction-esque moments of poor suffering third wheel Sam, to the meta nod to Charlie Bradbury, there is much of Robbie to be found here. Basically, it was bloody perfect.

I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come. Yokey has picked up the characterisations brilliantly, and seems to have an understanding of what the fandom desperately craves in terms of Castiel, his character, his personality and his development. I adored his sass in this episode. Some other writers *cough*bucklemming*cough* struggle to really capture Castiel’s sass and humour. Showing their lack of understanding of Castiel’s persona and his intelligence and instead writing him in a way that is jarring and sometimes basically stupid. Castiel is far from stupid. In this episode he was written perfectly, in a way I haven’t seen since Edlund’s time. Is that a sweeping statement? Maybe. But I’m still riding my high so let me have it this time.

This episode gave us three of my favourite things. Badass and Sassy Castiel, Overprotective grumpy husband Dean, and poor long suffering brother Sam. (baring in mind this is how they are usually written in fanfiction nowadays this is exactly my jam and I am so so happy to see it play out on screen. Seriously who sold their soul to Crowley for this episode?)

This review will also be in two parts. Because I have so freaking much to say about it.

The first part will focus on destiel, the second on everything else including Castiel’s emotional arc (as separate from destiel), his relationships with angels, angels and gender and Lily Sunder’s character.

PART 1 - ALL THE DESTIEL

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So what are Dean and Cas fighting about (again)?

What an… interesting promo CW chose to put out. Nothing about the plot, no action, past!Castiel, nothing. Just a snapshot of the cold war between Dean and Cas and poor Sammy stuck in the middle as usual. 

Now, if I remember correctly, the last time Dean and Cas had a fight like this complete with silent treatment (and in front of Sam again, to boot) was 8x22. To recap quickly,

Dean tells Cas that he needs him in the crypt and Cas didn’t even acknowledge it before flitting off. He turns up again 8x21, asking for help. Naturally Dean is resentful, and the ‘You didn’t trust me?’ shows how deep Cas had hurt him. Look at it from Dean’s point of view- Cas never seems to trust him- with the tablet, during the entire deal with Crowley fiasco in season 6. 

Dean’s whole personality revolves around taking care of the people he loves. He deals with severe abandonment issues- with Sam, with his dad, now with Cas. All of them leaving him behind. Dean has no doubt in his mind that Cas cares, that Cas will do anything for them, but Dean’s never been allowed to reciprocate. Cas simply won’t confide in him till it’s too late. 

If Cas had stuck around the bunker, Dean would probably have caved. But he isn’t there (and I’m sure Cas never bothered to explain why he had left the bunker), thereby confirming Dean’s belief that Cas doesn’t need him. 

Unfortunately, the angels fall, and when Cas does need him for the very first time, Dean’s forced to kick him out. And he’s clearly torn up with the guilt, considering he apologizes twice for the act, one time when Sam’s getting his head torn open, showing how much he’s been agonizing over it. But it didn’t end there- Dean gets the mark, kicks the shit out of Cas. 

Cas says Yes to fucking Lucifer rather than fight along with Dean and Sam. And Dean doesn’t know what to say or feel, because he half feels he hasn’t really been there for Cas, and contrarily, the resentment that Cas doesn’t open up still exists. 

After Sam’s rescued in 12x02, Dean lets himself hope again. His mom’s back, Sam’s physically alright, Cas is still there. He makes that elaborate breakfast, hoping he can actually get some time with the family again… Only Cas doesn’t even bother to stay for coffee. And leaves again, refusing Dean’s help quite brusquely. 

And now, again. Cas makes a lovely dramatic speech about how much he cares in 12x09. Dean lets himself hope again…

And what I’m guessing is- Cas tries to leave on his own again to fix this. But Dean’s absolutely had it this time and they probably have an argument, Cas wanting to protecting Dean and Sam, Dean chafing at the lack of trust (again). I mean, look at this (gif credit to @codestielckles)-

Sam can’t bear the tension and wants to drown it out. Dean says NO. Dean, the one who tends to avoid difficult conversations by turning up the music. For the first time, Dean wants to talk.. and Cas is not budging. Until he does for Sam. Which leads to this-

Cas will respond to Sam, but not him. Of course he’s pissed. 

Poor Sam though, he needs a dog and a vacation after dealing with this shit. 

It didn't happen at once ( a destiel short story)

It didn’t happen all at once. So one could never look back and say that, that moment was the turning point. In fact it happened slowly and gradually, the years of tension and unresolved questions and curious looks wrapped together, came forth and slowly uncoiled themselves. So it was never really a big surprise for anyone of them.

Sam was busy searching for some sort of solution for their current case. The trio had returned earlier that afternoon dirty and unsuccessful. Dean was annoyed, Castiel was frustraited and Sam was just tired.

The bunker was covered by a blanket of complete silence, when Sam got up from his seat to get some fresh air. These sort of cases where there wasn’t any sort of lead or the clues were jumbled up were the worse. They just involved days of untouched beds and bottles of alcohol.

Sam walked out the door, momentarily glancing at Dean and Cas who were with their own books in their laps, feet dangling off the couch. Sam couldn’t exactly pinpoint when he noticed the change in them, because, there had always been a certain type of closeness between them. Call it their time in hell together or the human-angel interspecies relationship or just the two them being them. But in the last couple of months, they had developed something new.

It’s when Sam started noticing these things that it made all the more sense.

How the touches had become frequent, the stares had become longer. How Dean just knew these little things about Cas, like how Cas developed a liking to take warm showers before bed (despite no need of having to take one) so Dean would make sure to make his showers were quicker so he wouldn’t finish all the hot water. Or how Cas liked his toast a little crispy from one side and soft from the other, so Dean would go through all the effort of grilling Cas’ toast on a frying pan to get them right. Or how after Cas commented about loving flowers as they passed by a woman’s garden during their hunt, so they would often find a new flower pot in the balcony of the bunker every two weeks. No one commented on these things, they just left them unsaid.

Though Cas returned all these gestures in his own way.

In the last few months Cas had figured out Dean’s taste in music and movies. So it was no surprise when they occasionally had a movie night (like an average domestic family) after a successful day of hunting (not like an average domestic family) and it would be Cas’ turn to chose the movie he would always pick one of Dean’s favourite movies. At first Sam thought that Cas did it entirely for Dean’s sake but then he realised that Cas actually enjoyed them. Cas would occasionally make references related to the movies or quote something sarcastic during the moments when he would be sassing Dean. Dean would stare, dumbstruck, while Sam would be laughing, clutching his stomach.

Cas had even started cooking a few things (learning simpler meals from his growing collection of cookbooks). But it was surprising for both of them the morning the two brothers came down to make breakfast and were greeted by the sweet smell of apple pie.

“You’re kidding” Dean had spoken, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Startled by the sudden presence Cas just held up the pan looking nervously at both of them “Pie?”

Dean had raced towards him, grabbing the hot pan, not even caring about it burning his fingers. Sam was sure he hadn’t seen Cas any more nervous in those few seconds Dean took to taste the pie.

“This is awesome” Dean had said before digging in for another bite. Dean wasn’t much for compliments but Sam had seen the pure delightful grin the comment had brought on Cas’ face.

Cas had started making pie every weekend from there on.

So it was safe to say that Sam wasn’t surprised when he came back an hour later and saw Castiel resting his head on Dean’s shoulder.

One of Dean’s arm was around Cas’ back and the other was in his lap holding the remote. The TV was turned on, one of the episode of whatever show they were catching up on. Sam didn’t miss the way Dean slowly turned his head and placed a gentle kiss on Cas’ head. He didn’t miss th way Cas laced his fingers with Dean in his lap, and he surely didn’t miss the content look on their faces as they tried to find happiness in what they could have in this life.

The End

(Please tell me how it is)

Locked In

Part three of the Good Little Angel series

Part one: Good Little Angel

Good Little Angel part two

Word count: 1,085

Warning: no smut in this one (sorry)

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request! This is a part three.

Lucifer leaves you stuck in your room as you try to figure out what on earth is going on

A/N: No smut in this part, this is more development of the plot because due to popular demand I’m turning this into a series! If anyone wants tagged please just let me know.

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Black and White (Part 2)

Dean is a mechanic, running an illegal chop shop on the side to pay for his baby brother’s college tuition. Castiel is a local photojournalist who just so happens to catch Dean on film stealing a car.

Dean convinces Cas not to turn him in, and sparks fly.

But what happens when Cas appears to be involved with a rival group?

Can Dean trust him at all? Or does Cas already know enough to ruin him?

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Word Count: 2550

Warnings: None yet

A/N: Feedback appreciated! This is an AU that’s a little different, so I hope y’all enjoy this one!


“Not much to explain,” Dean shrugs.

“Who are you?” Cas blurts out, eyes widening like he didn’t mean to say it quite so loudly. “I mean, what do you do? Why were you stealing that car?”

Dean should stop this right now. Should make up some lie, or threaten Cas into silence. But he can’t find the heart to do either. Somehow, he finds a vague version of the actual truth coming out of his own mouth. “I told you already. I’m a mechanic. You saw my garage. And I was…uh, I was taking that car because I needed it.”

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Twins

Summary: You and Castiel learn that you’re expecting, you just didn’t think that he’d have to fight to protect you so soon.

A/N: I apologize again for this one taking so long! There were so many different directions that I wanted to take this and I just couldn’t figure out which one. Also, I’ll apologize again for the ending.

Request: hello i was wondering if you could do a castiel x pregnant reader were the reader is pregnant with nephilim twins. and the reader sam and deans little sis and somehow the angles find out about the babies and they try to kill her because its forbidden.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: It’s angsty. Literally like almost no fluff. Violence, death, and maybe language?

Word Count: 2.4k

Originally posted by princesscas


You stood outside the bunker door with your hand on the door knob, completely frozen. You’d been able to ignore it on your way home, but you knew that the second you walked through that door; your life would change. Forever.

You brother, Sam, had talked you into going to the doctor. You’d been sick for the last few weeks with what you thought was the flu. After three weeks passed and it didn’t go away, you reluctantly agreed to go to the free clinic.

Because of the number of services that the free clinic offers, it wasn’t surprising that they wanted to take blood when they couldn’t figure out why you were sick. So you did what they wanted, you let them take your blood. Twenty minutes later, they were moving you to a room with an ultrasound machine and telling you that you were pregnant. The ultrasound confirming that you were at least twelve weeks along with twins.

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12x20 Deconstruction: The “What the hell, what about Cas?” Exchange

Hey, peeps!

I don’t think I need to ring any bells or shine any spotlights on what this post is going to focus on. Because title. Also, this is going to be a long-ass deconstruction post so let’s keep the intro brief! I had a helluva lot of fun writing this! I haven’t gotten to write one of these in quite a while.

I do want to apologise for the dark screencaps I’m using throughout. I couldn’t find the gifs I wanted (I must learn to make gifs!!), but hopefully the screencaps do their job and illustrate what the hell I’m referring to. 

Right then, here we go!

12x20. After the cold open and the Supernatural logo we land on this image:

Dean’s hands, softly locked, his thumb doing a stroking movement, adding a sense of worry, tension, and then he starts speaking and either his clasped fingers are a sign of him praying (as I know others have postulated) or it’s more or less him wringing his hands with the emotional strain he’s under: either way, Dean is not stabile

Has he ever wrung his hands over anything? I mean EVER?

Dean: Okay, so last night… That Super Mario power-up crap? That wasn’t Cas. That freaking baby isn’t even born yet and it sock-puppeted him. Think about it - Cas said that he had faith in Lucifer junior? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Right. Oh, boy. The first lines of dialogue before us and already I’m pausing. Yup. Let’s dig in, shall we? Because there’s a lot of digging to be done here.

As with any other dialogue exchange on this show, we need to take a look at the backstory before we grab our spades and shovels. 

Where to begin? 

Why don’t we begin by asking ourselves this: what’s the scariest moment Dean has ever been through with Cas up until now?

Originally posted by tittigirl93

(LOOK at that FACE) (those GLASSY, TEARY EYES) (=FREAKED OUT)

Dean learned during the S11 narrative exactly how in love he is with Cas. This scene in the above gif, where Dean comes to realise that he’s unable to reach Cas (who always comes when Dean calls for him), I would argue is the scariest moment that Dean has ever experienced with Cas. 

I believe it even tops the near death of 12x12, because then Cas was himself, 

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The Nail: June 2017

The Nail isn’t about perfection. It isn’t about award-level contenders. It’s about seeing focus and effort and hard work radiate off of the screen. 

The Nail’s purpose isn’t to highlight genres of fics or specific ships written during a certain time frame - the sole focus is quality.

Character dimension. Writing with clever readers in mind. Solid world-building. Tension through boundaries. Crazy crisp dialogue. Incredibly tight plotting. Big emotion.

And though yours truly - nice to meet you, new folks, I’m Nash! - is editor of the list, the goal is for YOU to curate the content. 

Read more about how all this came to be, find past editions, see what factors are considered when constructing the list, and learn how to get your recommendations in HERE.

Now - on to the stories!

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Over and Over - Part 8

Summary: You, Sam, and Dean are thrown into an alternate reality where your lives are a tv show.
A/N: This is the first part of The French Mistake! This part follows the episode pretty closely but it will go off on its own more for the next part! I just had to get everything set up. <3
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Warnings: angst in the beginning, language, mentions of sex
Word Count: 2,620

Flashbacks are in italics

MASTERLIST

-All feedback is greatly appreciated! 

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If you were to say that Sam was just having a hard time, it’d be an understatement. The next few weeks were a mash up of mixed signals, tears, and heartache. Some nights, you couldn’t keep Sam’s hands off of you, not that you wanted to. Other nights, he wouldn’t come near you, because he still felt like a monster for what he had done.

No matter how much you tried to tell him that he was already forgiven, he wouldn’t accept it. It hurt you, to see that weighing on him. The pain in his hazel eyes when he would look over at you from across the room, or even as he laid over you in bed. It was something you hated seeing, and you wanted more than anything to fix this, at times even going as far as wondering if Cas would erase his memory.  

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The Truth is Out There [on Netflix]

Characters: CastielXReader ft. Sam and Dean Winchester, Crowley

Word Count: 1600

A/N: One-shot written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s Favorite Things Challenge with prompt – The X-Files. Castiel searches for the truth of the human condition on Netflix…with a little help from his friends and a pair of fictional FBI agents who exemplify something it turns out he very much wants to believe. Off-beat humor and saccharine fluff.

The fateful day Sam instructed Castiel how to go about accessing Netflix was the day life in the bunker irrevocably changed. When not assisting with a case, the angel could reliably be found in his room binge watching yet another series, or two. You often tarried at the threshold of his ajar door on the way to bed to appreciate the television illuminated enraptured dopey smile glowing upon his normally austere features.  Frequently you surrendered to the temptation to join him, swiftly drifting to sleep listening not to the television, but to his gentle laughter. He didn’t seem to mind the company, regularly and uncomplainingly obliging the use of his shoulder as a makeshift pillow when your drowsy head rolled sideways. Generally speaking, you were happy he found something to distract him from his myriad of woes and fill his long no-sleep-required angelic nights, not to mention the perfect pretext to spend more downtime with him without drawing unwanted notice and subsequent teasing from Sam and Dean.

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I KNOW I’M LATE TO THE PARTY BUT

Season 12 finale. No screw that, this is only about Cas.

Because I live in Germany I couldn’t watch the episodes until now. That’s because here they air around 3am on a Friday - on a day I have school most of the time and have to stand up at 6:30. As my finals are getting closer I need my sleep. Also, even if I wanted to stay up late, I can’t watch the episodes live because The CW website apparently doesn’t accept people from different counties to watch their stuff. Asshole.

However, I came down to watch it. And I haven’t cried so much for a damn long time.

Now I talked about Cas’s death with a few friends. They think it’s permanent.

I don’t think so. For one, this is Supernatural. No-one stays dead (I’m still hoping for Crowley to come back). Misha is contracted for Season 13 and Cas is a main character for Season 13. Except we’ve been lied to the whole time. Which I can’t imagine. Especially because it would be the most stupid decision to have Cas stay dead ever since allowing Bucklemming to write. If anyone wants Season 13 to work and maybe even more seasons to come, they need Cas. Otherwise it’ll just be another repeat of the disaster that was Season 7. They tried to kill Cas off permanently for the last time there and it backfired and blew up right in their faces. The ratings dropped to a threatening point. People stopped watching. There was too much negative tension. The last time Cas was killed was 9x03 and that wasn’t permanent either. They cannot afford to not have Cas on the show. I’m confident in that.

Now there are a few aspects on the show that also point in the direction of Cas’s resurrection. Most important part: DEAN NEVER GOT TO TELL HIM HE LOVES HIM BACK! That needs to be changed. Also, with Lucifer having done some bullshit, how about Chuck comes back from vacation and does his fucking job? He got Cas back so many times, come on. The mixtape was never further explained. There is no sense in the scene if there isn’t a deeper meaning to it. There still has to come something concerning the mixtape. Also, these cosmic consequences that Billie talked about never came to pass. That’s still in the open, what’s with them? Then, Cas promised Kelly he’d take her of her son and raise him to be someone she’d be proud of. He promised. He never goes back on his promises. He still needs to take care of the kid (even though he’s adult) and raise him to be good, to be a Winchester. Castiel still needs to become Cas Winchester. It’s long overdue. And coming back to the Nephilim, I do not believe him to be evil. I believe him to be neutral. And had Lucifer succeeded in taking him, he’d maybe be evil. But that didn’t happen. So there’s potential. And Jack chose Cas when he was simply in his mother’s womb. He knows Cas. He picked Cas to be his protector. Jack knows Cas has faith in him - one of the only people out there. That’s gotta count for something, right? Jack is damn powerful, surely he could so something.

One thing that was good however was: Destiel is basically canon.

The only thing in the way is Cas’s death but that can be undone. I hope. If not I quit. The one thing on Dean’s side that kept him from admitting his feelings for Cas was that conflict with his feelings. In 8x17, it was said him saying I love you was out of character because he hasn’t said it since he was four. Now, however he has said it to his mom again - the reason why he ever stopped telling it to people - which means he stopped hiding his feelings, again proven with him coming clean with what he feels for her. If Cas doesn’t come back and there isn’t some movement in the Destiel department, the whole story arc of Dean considering his feelings and the whole thing with 12x11 and him starting to open up would make no sense whatsohever. A whole Season of character development would be useless. I can’t imagine that. I think they want to keep us at the edge of our seats because there are things that are still left in the open.

There were these contrasts between the relationships between Cas and Dean and Cas and Sam. Sam is the one keeping a clear head, keeping his eyes on the mission. Dean is completely focused on Cas. He had to be dragged out of that alternate dimension because he wasn’t about to leave Cas. Sam knew it was too dangerous and they had to leave while they had the chance to, Dean was ignoring that. For him, it was either Cas leaves with them or he stays with Cas. And again when seeing Cas die. Sam is moved by it but in no way like Dean. Dean is screaming. He’s desperate. Just like in 12x19. Sam then realizes something else is going on and goes to investigate it. Dean isn’t even realizing it. He doesn’t take his eyes of Cas’s body and you can see him trying to comprehend what is happening and unable to do so. He’s shocked into silence and he can’t even stand anymore. He’s completely broken by it. He’s always been devastated by Cas’s deaths but never like this. It’s much more than simply friendship. And Dean doesn’t care about the potential threat of Jack. The only thing that matters is Cas. And that he never got to tell him he loved him.

Another friend pointed out that in all of Cas’s previous deaths, we never saw his wings burnt into the ground or him being killed with the angel blade while being an angel so his grace was never burnt out like that. This time it happened and that makes it feel so damn final. That’s right. It’s supposed to feel final. Not for us - we’re just hanging onto the ride - but for Dean. Dean has shown great worry about Cas and Cas dying this Season and now this fear has come true. Dean believed he’d have time. He didn’t, though. This is supposed to feel like the end because for Dean, it seems like it is. He’s finally out of chances and he lost the one he loved the most. Dean feels like it’s over. They’re out of luck and Cas won’t be back this time. All he can think of now is that Cas is dead.

One last thing: the individual endings for the brothers. Sam’s Season 12 ended face to face with an adult Nephilim who was an important aspect of the storyline. It is going to play a big role in Season 13 and we all know it. Dean’s Season 12 ended kneeling in front of the corpse of someone that has always been there for him, no matter what. Of someone who made mistakes but made those mistakes for none other than Dean. Of someone he loves. He’s looking into the sky probably praying for Cas to be brought back even though the only angel he ever prayed to is lying dead in front of him. In a parallel to Sam, this means that the whole thing and Dean’s reaction has to play a bigger role in the new season.

Also, coming back to the parallels between Saileen and Destiel (at least this time we got a legitimate reaction out of Dean), when they actually bring Cas back, there is a chance for Eileen to be back too. There is still hope here. And I won’t let it be crushed.

I can tell you that if Cas doesn’t come back, I will not watch any more seasons. Without Cas I’m done. I don’t even know if I will watch any episodes of s13 until I know that Cas will be back. But I know the writers, showrunners, whoever can’t do that.

Cas will be back. Otherwise Supernatural Season 13 will stand no chance.

Protégé

Dean imagine requested by anon! “In regards to you needing new requests, I was thinking of one where the reader is Sam or Dean’s girlfriend (you can decide) and while Sam and Dean are torturing a demon, they really scare her to the point where she doesn’t know if she can continue with this or not. I don’t know, it was just a thought I was having. I hope it helps.” This imagine has been edited for reposting. Hope you like it!

"You do not want me doing this, trust me.” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly… strained by the task before him, agonized at the inevitability of his upcoming actions, but desperate to escape the future. The room was leaden with thick, uneasy tension in the aftermath of the angels requesting the unimaginable, an impossibly horrific scenario playing out before your helpless eyes. Dean turned his back on you, his broad shoulders hunched, the dim lighting of the factory basement sending the edges of his figure into shadow, his hands balled into fists by his sides. He shook with fear, with conviction, with a crippling sense of duty. His eyes were locked on the hollow shell of a man secured to the enormous star of David beyond the door, bound by metal and ensnared in a devil’s trap of ancient Enochian origin. Castiel sighed, his body strangely relaxed in its rigid composure, his face completely void of emotion despite the task he had just assigned to your boyfriend. He was aware and in agreement that this was the last thing anyone wanted for Dean.

To provoke the eldest Winchester to torture as he had in Hell was madness, brought on by a corrupt system, you were sure of it; Uriel was most likely at the head of whatever sadistic operation he had you all playing parts in as pawns. Disposable, your emotions meaningless. The angel’ selfish derision of Dean’s traumatic experience while he was quite literally rotting in Hell sent waves of livid bile to burn in your throat, your body itching for violence, for silence, and for Dean’s freedom. Castiel turned to face you, his sapphire eyes lacking the empathy you had begun to catch glimmering in his irises, his newfound understanding of human behavior bleached within the confines of his mind to project a much more angelic form of disdain. He had recently been rewired to better fit Uriel’s motives; the absence of his caring demeanor allowed for Dean to be thrown back into his darkest, sickest memories… to select a serrated blade and get right on back to carving. Castiel showed no signs of an emotional struggle, no signs of a changing heart. The Castiel you had come to know would have fought this turn of events tooth and nail to protect Dean from reliving his torturous past. The stoic angel before you made no such effort.

“Want it, no. But I have been told that we need it, Dean,” the angel grumbled, his monotonous voice grating against your eardrums, scratching away at your professionalism. His imperfect facade tore through you, urging you to snap, to attack, to claw his orders from his throat. This wasn’t the Castiel you knew, and every fiber of your being wished to bring him to Death’s doorstep, despite your past friendship; you would disregard your partiality towards your own parents, you would sever all attachment in the blink of an eye if it meant protecting Dean. You were seconds away from going feral, anf it seemed like Castiel knew it. His eyes cautioned you to remain still, his chest rising in a precise, vaguely animalistic display of superior strength. Leave it to the angel to claim the apex predator bill. You ground your teeth, your fingernails biting into your palm as you clenched your fists, the air reeking of iron and grime as your vision grew hazy.

“Find somebody else. No one said it had to be him. You know what he went through in Hell; you’re the one who pulled him out… and you’re still going to send him in there? Have you completely lost your mind? You’re just as much a villain as the rest of them,” you growled, your voice leaking lethality, venom burning your words as they flew from between your lips. Castiel closed his eyes at your words, the smallest visible sign that you had affected him; he remained otherwise unfazed by your verbal attack. Dean’s body was racked with minute tremors, his shoulders slumping further forward in denial, in defeat, and in unadulterated fear. When he spoke, his voice was as far from his own as you had ever heard it.

"You ask me to open that door and walk through it… you will not like what walks back out,” he warned, his tenor all but drained of life, of emotion, of heart. You took a step towards him, your hand outstretched to press a palm against his shoulder, but he flinched away, his face hidden from your view. He raised his hand, unable to meet your eye, his palm warding you away from him. Your hand dropped slowly, falling to your side as a bird falls gracefully from the air after being shot from the sky. You glared daggers at the angel you had come to trust, that you had all come to trust, the angel who would now willingly send your lover back to the pit, just for a shred of information you could most likely live without. That was the worst of it all… you could continue your hunt without the information Alastair possessed. It would be easier, and cleaner, to end the demon and continue on your way. The angel ducked his head in a fabricated form of apology, your blood boiling in your veins. Your face burnt brightly with the intensity of a thousand embers, your vision hazing around the corners. You took a step in his direction, your hand falling to your waistband, closing tightly around the hilt of a blade. It wouldn’t hurt him, no, but it would scratch-up that pretty face of his. “Cas, get her out of here,” Dean whispered, his voice breathy, accepting of his terrible fate. Before you could think to step to his side, he was disappearing through a pair of swinging doors, his hands propelling a cart of torture utensils before him. You caught a glimpse of his demonic superior raising his head from where it hung against his chest, a gut-churning grin playing over his gaunt features. He looked… proud, sickeningly so, to see his protégé stroll through the doors. Castiel moved towards you, his footfall on the cement alerting you of his so sudden movement. You spun on your heel, your fury fueling your refusal. You raised the blade of your dagger to the angel’s throat, fully aware of his immunity to such a basic weapon. The threat in itself was enough to stop the angel’s advance.

“If you touch me, Castiel, I swear to God I’ll find a way to kill you,” his brow knotted, taking offense to your words, opening his mouth to preach of duty, of how he owed it to Dean to obey his commands. You slapped his outstretched hand away from your body as it rose, his fingers recoiling in shock. “I’m not leaving,” you hissed, sheathing your knife in your waistband once more. You turned, pressing your hand against the chilling rust that painted the metal door, your pulse quickening when you gazed through the layer of grime that obscured your view through the glass window. Beyond the film of filth obstructing your view, your eyes fell on the silhouettes of two men, face to face. Dean’s posture was confident, presenting a stark contrast to the broken man you had seen not a minute earlier, your brow furrowing in confusion to see him twirling a blade between his fingers. Castiel stepped back, assuming an infuriatingly calm pace as he walked back and forth between the colossal pipes riveted to the walls, his footsteps hushed by his practiced gait.

You wouldn’t dare open the door; to put Dean in the spotlight like that would surely increase his pain… but there was something else that held you back, something much worse. You dashed the thought from your mind, focusing on the man beyond the glass. He mustn’t know you were watching. He turned to the table, his gemstone eyes dark as they assessed his assorted utensils, his hands wandering familiarly over his instruments. He expertly selected a bucket, swiftly pouring a ladle of the transparent liquid over the gleaming edge of an intimidating knife. As he prepared his weapon, the demon on the rack targeted his every movement, his frail body quaking with malicious laughter potent enough to seep through the door and lap against your ears, shivers rolling down your spine as if the demon were breathing on your neck. Your eyes locked-in on Dean’s face, on the hardened line of his jaw, the professional set of his eyes. The roaring of your frantic pulse was drowning out all other sound, the pads of your fingertips receiving shallow scrapes as they brushed over the clusters of vibrant amber rust on the surface of the door. Your eyes were unmoving on Dean’s face, your breathing shallow, your chest hardly lifting with your inhales as you watched, your stomach knotting around itself painfully as Dean meandered in the direction of his victim.

“If it makes any difference to you,” Castiel spoke, his voice a soft and sincere whisper some ten feet behind you, your eyes welling with tears to hear the familiar tone of his voice, unmarred by the infliction of his angelic superiors, “I would give anything not to have him do this.” What you saw next would be essence of your nightmares months after you witnessed it all.

Dean, still facing away from the demon on the rack… smiled. You could blink and miss it, but smile he did. He turned toward the demon, blade glinting in the dim fluorescents, and the torture began.

Alastair’s face broke in pain and joy as Dean’s buried the blade deep within the ribs of the sickly vessel, his shoulders taut as he twisted his wrist, the demon’s eyes squeezing shut as steam rose from the wound in the opposite direction of his free-flowing blood. You felt your hand lift to cover your mouth, your vision blurred from the onslaught of tears brimming along your waterlines. The horrors of torture weren’t what shattered your groundings; you’d been on both ends of that spectrum before. It was part of the job to inflict and receive pain on the rack. You’d witnessed Dean’s relentless holy water torture before his vacation down under; it was the quickest route to an answer when a demon was on the table… but now… now his tactics were driven, specific, and altogether unfamiliar. His blade charged upward to Alastair’s collarbone, unhindered by the bumps of the vessel’s bones, his broad shoulders turning as he returned to the table to fetch a cask of salt. His eyes were dancing with pride, the vulnerable emeralds you’d come to love were combusting with power, with something very near to lust… with contentment. His lips stretched into the dark ghost of a grin as the demon pleaded with him to step up his game, the slippery words of antagonism reaching you through the metal of the door. Dean’s ears perked up in interest as his teacher complimented him through every instrument the hunter plunged into his skin, every dash of holy water and salt thrown his way. The expression of… of coming home was branded into the tissue of your brain. That was no longer your Dean beyond the glass. Your hand slipped down the door, going slack at your thigh, your body retching forward as your feet carried you back, vomit fighting from the pit of your stomach to rise to the surface. You managed to keep it down, by some miracle, but your heave brought Dean’s eyes to the door. When you rose, his gaze locked firmly on your ashen face, his features crumbling to nothing but shock and guilt. He was horrified, it seemed, to have been caught loosing control. You weren’t sure if he cared that he should have been horrified long before he realized he had an audience. You stumbled backwards, your eyes rolling back in your head as your body collapsed ground-ward, Castiel’s arms catching you as your world slipped in and out of focus. When your vision shifted to clarity a moment later, the cement underfoot cooling the backs of your thighs, his eyes were rock hard on yours, awaiting your command. You squeezed your eyes shut, clutching to Castiel’s trench coat.

"Take me home,” you whimpered, the sickening sound of breaking bones and groans carried on the swells of laughter erupting from the opposite end of the door as Dean returned to his work, an ever-faithful protégé.

anonymous asked:

If not too much for ask, would made clear what was Sam's arc in season 10 and 11? It's for a fanfiction purpose

Hey - congrats on writing a story! *happy dance*

The thing is, as you can see from my ‘sam winchester’ tag, I’m not sure I understand Sam very well, and it may be snobbish of me, but I have a feeling it’s their fault, not mine. Like, since Sam’s background is more similar to my own, he should be easier to write than Dean (language, register, bookish interests - all these things are a lot more relatable to me than everything Dean is) and yet, like you, I struggle with him because we simply don’t know all that much about him.

Here is what I understand - I just hope it’ll be useful to you.

S10 was the big redemption season for Sam. Since the very beginning of the show, he was the brother who could do it on his own - the one who could live alone and make friends and have a stable relationship - and even when he and Dean were reunited (or, well, when Dean crashed into his life), Sam continued to be a lot more rational in his affection than Dean was. He was Mr It’s my choice and also Mr It was their choice, and this created a lot of tension with Dean because Dean doesn’t love like that - Dean loves like a parent does, and that means sometimes he goes against what other people want (and especially what Sam wants) because he’s convinced he knows better and he’s doing stuff for their own good (in this sense, it’s highly significant he allowed Claire to be dosed with that thing and basically kill herself). This means that sometimes they have trouble with each other, because Dean feels unloved and Sam feels smothered and disrespected. Now, coming to S10 - normally, when Dean dies/disappears, Sam fails to get him back. After S3, Dean literally found him in bed with a prostitute and sure, Sam had tried to save him, but Cas’ very presence made clear how useless those attempts had been. Sam would not have been able to rescue Dean from Hell - angels had to do it instead. Then we had the infamous S8 thing - Dean fell into Purgatory and Sam - gave up? It’s still not clear to me what happened to him and why he did what he did, but when he was confronted by both Dean and Kevin it was obvious he felt plenty guilty about it. And next there was that big Gadreel fight, and at some point Sam even stated, quite clearly, that no - if their places had been reversed, he wouldn’t have saved Dean - he would have respected Dean’s wishes instead. All this means that, normally, when Sam woke up to find this message -

- he should have backed out and left Dean to his demonic destiny. Instead, Sam doesn’t. He gets determined and stubborn and cruel, even, and shuts off his moral compass almost as completely as Dean did because he wants to get his brother back. So I would say that S10 marks the beginning of a new phase for Sam - he’s no longer fighting his life, and he’s not longer trying to get out, and he’s no longer hoping for some magical quick fix (like closing the Gates of Hell). He now knows he’ll be a hunter forever, and he’s starting to be okay with it, and he’s trying to find ways to fit a bit better into this lifestyle - to reconcile who he is with what he does, because he finally recognizes both these things are important. The first step is letting go of his convictions and try to be the person Dean would want him to be - which sounds awful, but it’s not. Like, Sam knows by now that Dean doesn’t get it - that in Dean’s book, allowing people to do anything, even sink to the bottom, because they’re adults and can make up their own minds - that’s not respecting someone’s choices, but giving up on them. So by pursuing Dean so ferociously, Sam is not doing what he himself thinks is right, but what he knows Dean would want. This journey, despite its horrendous consequences (ie, that Darkness business) is coded as positive because it ends in a reversed martyrdom scene - like it happened at the end of S5 (and S8), Sam tries to give himself up, but this time it actually works - nobody dies, Dean is cured, and the bond of love between them is stronger than ever. In fact, they start S11 on equal foot - just as Sam’s taken a step back and tried to see the world from his brother’s point of view, Dean loosens the reins a bit and finally starts to accept Sam is his own person. This time, when they separate, is not because they disagree, but because they trust each other. And, sure there are bumps here and there, but Sam also gets stronger and stronger - emboldened by the fact he’d been right in S10 and had, in fact, understood Dean better than Dean had understood himself -

(and, perhaps, more importantly, he’d been able to help and support his brother better than his supernatural allies (Crowley had misjudged the situation gravely, and Cas had almost gotten himself killed) - and this is important, because it’s something Sam had resented in the past, remember? That Dean preferred other people’s, other creatures’, company, because Sam didn’t get it and wasn’t strong enough?)

- he continues to act as his brother’s conscience as Dean is pursued by Amara - he reassures Dean, he’s there for Dean, and he believes in Dean when Dean is very close to not trusting himself any longer. 

Also, S11!Sam evolves in other ways. Most significantly, after a long pause from romantic entanglements, he gives in to joyous, casual sex with a pretty nobody and even considers the possibility to settle down with someone - incredibly, someone who knows about the life, not a partner for whom he needs to become someone he’s not. With Jess, he’d been a completely artificial person (she didn’t know about the hunting, and okay, but she also didn’t know about his terrible childhood, or Dean and John); with other partners, he’d sort of accepted their worlds into himself, thereby erasing himself almost completely (he fell back into the role of bookish student with Sarah Blake, he became daring and wild and ruthless with Ruby, he fit so perfectly into Amelia’s life many of us speculated she wasn’t even a real person at at all); but now, all that is over. Now, Sam ‘either/or’ Winchester wants to find a middle ground, thinks he’s good enough that someone should love him as he is - that’s huge.

So, sorry - I don’t know if all this makes sense, of if it helps you with your story. I guess the bottom line is - after a few seasons of general misery and being adrift (I’m not sure how much of that was the character and how much the writing, but anyway), I think S10 marks the beginning of Sam’s final phase - perhaps a first step towards what many of us want him to become: the new Bobby, perhaps a sort of head of the American MoL. A scholar, an expert, maybe a witch. Someone who’s comfortable with, and accepting of, himself and his choices, someone who lives with a partner who loves him and is finally over his traumatic past - Azazel, Ruby, Lucifer, his perceived and real status of freak and outsider. In short, a happy person.

God knows he deserves it.

SPN S7 Watch Notes

So now we come to the season that made me give up on the show. Yes, I was a season 7 casualty. I freely admit this fact. 

Granted, by the time this season was airing I’d already been with it for nearly 6 years… which, comparatively speaking, is a long time to stick with one show. I like this season slightly more now, but that’s because I now have the benefit of hindsight. I didn’t have that back in 2011/2012. 

It’s still my least favorite season. The character stuff is far stronger than the plot stuff, but the character stuff wasn’t fleshed out enough for me to rank it any higher than dead last. 

That said, I actually really like Dick Roman. I think he’s actually one of my favorite villains (plus he gives us the endless dick jokes), but the Leviathans themselves were kinda… bad. The cheesy special effect was pretty terrible (I laughed the first time I saw their teeth; it reminded me of the Isz from The Maxx), and it definitely contributed to me not being able to take them seriously. 

This season was fan service: fans had been yelling since season 4 that the show needed to be just Sam and Dean again, and this is what happened. I was bored out of my skull half the time because I love seeing how Sam and Dean interact with OTHER CHARACTERS. Frank wasn’t enough of a saving grace to get me to continue after Bobby died. So I powered through to a certain episode… and then I was done. 

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You’re Now Mine (Part 3)

Title: You’re Now Mine (Part 3)
Summary:  I’ve decided to continue the drabble request into a three part series considering the requests to write more of it!

“Fulfilling a request for @lets-personofinterestontumbir! – “Could you do a drabble for the Persephone AU I don’t know If you’ve seen once upon a time but the episode 1x07 reminded me a lot of this story when the evil queen ripped out the huntsmen’s heart if you could do something like that it would be awesome. Thank you.” “
Words: 1,467
Warnings: DARK AF, Emotional/Mental abuse

Masterpost || Persephone || Part 2 || Part 4

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Meghan’s Top 10 Destiel Fics

For Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day, here are my top 10 fics that are still available on AO3. There are a couple favs that have been since taken down (Lost Souls by lastknownwriter I believe is down for publication? That would have definitely made the list!) so I’m only adding ones you can go read RIGHT NOW! MAKE SURE TO LEAVE COMMENTS on all your favorite fic today!!!!

(In absolutely no order, because narrowing down to 10 was hard enough.) (Well fuck, there’s 11. Oh well!)

Apres (canon) thevioletcaptain - The angels fall. Cas lands in France. Dean comes to get him. The fluffiest fluff to ever have fluffed, WHILE being amazingly in character. Not easy to do. If you held a gun to my head and made me pick top 3, this would be there. (If you made me pick #1 I’d probably die tbh.)

Clean Air (au) anactorya - Holy shit. This is a BOOK. It’s based off a book I haven’t read (but now want to) so don’t let that stop you. It is completely self contained. Post apocalyptic (but not endverse) community lives in an underground silo. They are told they are the only humans left alive on an uninhabitable planet. Until Dean intercepts a radio signal from Cas, who is in another silo. Intrigue, world building, CB radio Destiel - UGH just go read it.

His Fucking Kids Verse (canon) subjecttochange8 - Emma lives, and Claire ends up with Dean & Cas (long before she showed back up in the show!). They retire from hunting to raise the two teens, who are complicated and surly and angsty and wonderful. I really can’t do this verse justice, it’s one of the best things you’ll read in this fandom so get to it.

Pie Without Plot (canon) apocalypse-patisserie & robotmango - Ok, it’s on every rec list ever, but there’s a reason for that. The boys take a break from hunting to run a bakery, for Reasons. AMAZING development for all three of them. Hilarious, heart wrenching, fluffy in-character awesomesauce. While you’re there, read all of Major & Orange’s back catalogs - you won’t be disappointed.

rvr ro11435 (au) @ferritin4 - Dean & Cas work for NASA (but not in space). The story is from Cas’s POV, and he is the SNARKIEST GRUMPIEST POTATO I LOVE HIM. 

The Breath of All Things (au) @twentyonelizards - Dean was paralyzed in a car accident, and is full to the brim with self loathing, depression, and suicidal thoughts. Cas starts volunteering at the care home where Dean is living. Mind the tags, but it has a happy ending (without anyone “fixing” Dean’s disability because that would be gross). One of those fics that sticks with you.

The Story of You and Me (canon) the-diggler - Dean wakes up 2 years in the future, a journal in his handwriting telling him that he has frequent amnesia, he lives in Bobby’s renovated house with Sam & Cas, and oh yeah … him and Cas are a thing. Domestic adorableness with a twist. This fic will tear you apart and put you back together. HAPPY ENDING I promise, even through some angst.

What I Need (au) Jacqueline Albright-Beckett - Dean is a surgical tech, and he’s just been assigned to the biggest asshole of a surgeon (Cas of course!). Enemies to lovers, hospital!Destiel, amazing banter and characterizations. SO much snark and sexual tension, omg!

Every Living Thing (canon) Askance - Wow. This is. Wow. Talk about sticking with you, you’ll never get this fic out of your head. It’s literally the end of the world. The boys try for a while to stop it, but have to concede that there is nothing more they can do. They hole up in an abandoned firehouse while the last Great Flood destroys the world. Angst, hurt/comfort, finding each other in the darkest times, there is great Sam development as well. AMBIGUOUS ENDING - you can read it as hopeful, or as MCD, so if that bothers you you should steer clear.

Every Man’s Got a Right (canon) MollyC - Endverse-not-really-endverse! I’ve seen a few fic with this premise, but this is my favorite. Instead of dying, Endverse!Cas gets sent back in time to the Wincheseters circa Season 2. We follow them as they go through the cases & plot points leading up to the apocalypse, with the added bonus of Endverse Cas along for the ride. I *devoured* this fic! This should have much more kudos than it does, but it was wrongly tagged MCD for a while.

Just More of the Same Verse (canon) outpastthemoat - This fic will make you ache. Cas falls, and is completely overwhelmed and nonfunctional. This is the long process of Cas & Dean figuring out who they each are now, and who & what they are together. This will pierce your very soul, but definitely in a good way. Hurt/comfort of the absolute best kind.

(Honorable Mention - Hands, From Which All Things Are Built (canon). Of the 5000 fic written between S8 & 9, this is arguably the best. Not making my “official” list because PWP is up there already, but this fic singlehandedly made texting!Destiel EVERYONE’S jam. You better not pass it up because it’s rated T. I will find you and I will end you.)

Short: It’s Complicated

Cas touched a knuckle to a bead of condensation that had begun crawling down the side of the bottle’s brown glass; the surface tension on the droplet burst and Cas lifted away half the droplet to examine, turning his hand this way and that. Dean watched Cas’s careful study for the space of several heartbeats before he asked, in a soft voice so as not to startle the angel, “What do you see?”

“Hmm?” Cas flicked his eyes upward at Dean.

“You were looking at it pretty hard. What did you see that was so special?”

“Oh.” Cas shrugged, grabbing the bottle and lifting it to his lips. “It’s…complicated,” he said after a long sip.

Dean swallowed a sip of his own. “Try me,” he offered.

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