and dean finally tells cas

Destiel moments in SPN 12X12

Time for my weekly, gif-filled, Destiel recap. I’m going to try and put away all my squeeing and try to be as professional as I possibly can. 

Extremely Gif heavy post ahead. 

(gif credits to @peculiar-angel, @ahoyspn, @weallneedcastiel,  @codestielckles, @mishacolins, @mishastiel, @novaks, @angvlicmish, @flydestiel and @hazeldomain

Okay I already wrote volumes about Dean’s weird posturing in the diner here, but I also wanted to add this bit here. 

Dean knows Cas is not interested in the waitress. Cas does sniff her (?) just to check up on Dean’s stupid theory of waitresses smell like food, but he’s not interested. So what does Dean do? Mary has just told them all off, but he still postures for Wally’s benefit, pretending to be wingman to Cas, when he KNOWS Cas is disinterested. He can’t help but give himself away though-

Seriously, Dean? My devastatingly handsome friend? That’s not being a wingman, that screams I have a secret crush on my ‘friend’.

And Cas is clueless, even after Mandy is clearly interested -

And Dean? Dean’s just thrilled. So thrilled he looks like he wants to die inside. 

On a more serious note, after the boys reach the barn, look at how fast Dean abandons the conversation and rushes to Cas’s side. And he knows it’s bad, so bad. Dean’s method of dealing with people he loves dying? 

Step 1: Try to gauge the situation by using humor-

 Cas is luckily alert enough to snark right back.

Dean asks to see how bad the wounds are, and two seconds after Cas starts showing him, covers it up. He can’t bear to see it.

Dean Winchester, seasoned hunter who’s seen more than his fair share of gore since he was fucking four years old, makes him cover it up because he just cannot bear to actually see Cas in agony. And he’s so gentle about it.

Step 2: Pure denial.

Cas looks BAD. And he’s never been one to exaggerate.

Did you see those micro-expressions? That little lip wobble? The tiny gasp of shock and disbelief? The swallow? Jensen is the the fucking master of these. This is the brief instant where the enormity hits Dean, but he shuts it down. 


Seriously Dean? Time for WHAT? He is DYING and you know it. And this is when he calls for Sam, calls for Sam to abandon everything and come right away because Cas is dying. And this brings us to the next step for Dean -

Step 3: Anger

Dean’s furious. At Crowley, at himself, at every damn thing in the world that stands in his way to saving Cas. And he’s being beyond unreasonable here, it’s not Crowley’s fault and Crowley has no obligation whatsoever to help them out. But Cas, Cas is dying. And Dean’s *this* close to cracking. 

Now, for Cas’s speech. Cas knows this is it. But he has his family surrounding him, he has Dean with him. And he needs to make sure they live. This is the last chance he has for telling them (and Dean) what he feels for them and boy does he!

Mary looks at Dean when Cas makes this statement, cementing who it is that Cas is addressing. 

And Dean, Dean’s unhappy. He knows that the things they shared together did change Cas, did put him into this mess where he has to die slowly and painfully. 

Look at that. Sam’s upset, but Dean can’t even meet Cas’s eyes anymore. He’s feeling responsible for Cas’s impending death.

And finally, FINALLY, after years of Dean telling him over and over again, Cas says they are his family. More specifically, Dean. Cas is thinking of that day, so long ago, when he said-

“You’re not my family, Dean – I have no family.”

But he’s not just family now.

The camera immediately panned to Dean there. Cas was addressing Dean, and Dean only till now. It’s only when he says “I love all of you” that Sam’s reaction is showed at all.

(as a side not, look at how touched Sam is. How many people have told him this?)

And true to form, the Winchesters refuse to leave. And they fight. Mary STILL doesn’t give the game away, I admit I was a bit :O at that, but that’s for another post entirely… Sam kills the Price of Hell, but there’s still no saving Cas. Sam is one who rushes to Cas first, because he’s still able to function. Sam is the one who reassures Cas, tells him that they’re there, that he won’t die alone… :(

But Dean, Dean’s pain is beyond words.

Tell me that is not the face of someone who is watching the love of his life dying in front of him. Tell me Dean doesn’t care. Just try. He’s praying. I just know he is.

But yay, Crowley saves the day! And Dean’s reaction is the only one showed.

Look at the utter disbelief in his eyes. Look at this entire montage afterwards -

The look they shared in the first one, Dean’s expression in the last gif, the pure amazement and relief in his eyes.. It was almost painful to watch. By the way, Sam’s already let go. It’s Dean who’s still unable to believe his eyes, unable to take his hands off…

And this, this was the most perfect ending anyone could hope for -


Cas said he loved Dean. It’s fucking canon.  


“You: What? Im hungry

Dean: You had a stake dinner two hours ago and ate half of mine

You: W-

Castiel: Dean, you do realize she is pregnant right?

You&Dean: What?

Castiel: Yes, she already has your appetite Dean

You: She?

Castiel: Oh yes. She is already strong, loving, caring like you. She is also stubborn, like Dean

Dean: Thats my girl

Sam: Did they find out? Or did you have to tell them?

You: You knew?

Sam: Of course, Cas told me on one of our hunts.

Castiel: I think its time for you to take it easy now. We dont want anything happening to you or the baby

Dean: Damn straight. I dont want anything happening to my girls

You: Fine. Cas, are you going to stay with me and play doctor?

Casiel: I would love to keep you company”

Dean is caught off guard by the pregnancy news and surprised you didnt find out yet or didnt fit the puzzles together. He is happy about being a father but also is scared because he didnt want anything happening to you or baby. Castiel has been wanting to tell you about your pregnancy, so he told Sam. Which Sam told him to wait until you found out so that you could tell Dean and finally him and Cas. Weeks has gone by and nothing. Castiel got tired of waiting and decided to tell the both of you instead, which he is happy he did because the expressions on both of you faces is extremely priceless for him. Sam is happy for his brother and happy he is going to be an uncle. An uncle to a niece and he is getting excited about meeting her. You couldnt believe you are pregnant, you didnt know if you could get pregnant at all and finally. A little life is growing inside you. The pregnancy made you incredibly happy. So happy the father is someone like Dean. So happy your daughter is going to have an uncle like Sam and Castiel. Something you have never had at all. It was only you and your parents growing up until they passed away. A family you have always wanted.

anonymous asked:

Sam doesn't eat unless he has to while Dean's a demon. When he gets Dean back, the first thing his big brother notices is how skinny and weak he is. Dean goes into ultra protective mode and is so gentle and loving to Sam. He makes him food and when they have sex, Dean is gentle and he makes Sam feel so safe and secure again. Dean goes on and on about how his Sammy needs to be good and healthy, and how well he's doing as he keeps gaining weight. Dean supports him through all of jt.

he’s not purposely starving himself, you know? it’s just… he’s worried about other things, about more important matters, about his brother. trying to find dean, trying to find a cure, trying to figure out a way to make sure that he can actually get his brother back, it all seems more important than eating. now he isn’t stupid. he knows that he can’t continue living without eating something it’s just when he does eat, it’s just enough to take the edge off his hunger that isn’t really there.

he just knows that he’s this far from finding a cure and if he pushes through this then dean will be alright and he’ll be back to his old self and sam can stop worrying about that. he just has to push a little harder for just a little longer.

demon!dean makes a comment about it, how sam looks as skinny as he did when he was a gangly teen and they were doing things that no brother should do in the backseat of the impala. demon!dean would smile as he said “don’t you remember how i would just split you open on my cock, sammy? how you would beg for it. how much of a slut you were for it. begging me to stuff you full and tear you in half. i’m sure that if you released me now, i could still split you open, still make you beg for it. hell, i probably wouldn’t even fit. your body is too tiny now to take me all the way.”

it wasn’t like the other jabs that demon!dean sent his way, saying that dean had cared his ass for all his life, always looking after him and how he never wanted that. and it wasn’t like the jab that he sent towards sam saying that dean never really wanted sam in that way, he just couldn’t stand making the kid sad. but regardless it hurt to hear because sam was certain that dean was right. he probably wouldn’t be able to fit dean inside of him anymore. it’s been too long and he’s lost so much weight and yet sam would still probably beg for it. he would beg and cry until dean broke him in half and still want more.

but then sam cured dean, purified that demon blood or whatever and then sam had his brother back and he felt weak and small. his body sagged on his bed (dean didn’t want to be around him anymore. he ran off to his room the moment that sam released him and he took the hint. dean didn’t want to have anything else with him.) and he felt like he would just sink through. he was hungry, more than hungry. he was starving and yet he couldn’t bring himself to walk into the kitchen and get something to eat. it seemed like it was too much effort.

curing dean, it was supposed to fix everything. everything was supposed to go back to how it was before he was a demon and everything was supposed to be alright.

there’s a tentative knock at his door and he’s expecting cas, telling him that dean has finally gotten to sleep and that he should eat something or something like that but he’s surprised when the door pushes open and it’s dean standing there, holding a tray of food in his hand, standing in the door like he’s not welcome which was weird to see because dean was always welcomed in his room.

yet there dean was, standing in the doorway like he was a stranger, waiting for sam’s permission to come in.

you don’t have to ask, dean.” sam finally said when it was clear that dean wasn’t going to walk in on his own. “you’re always welcomed in my room. always.” he’s not sure why he’s trying to make that point but he is. he wants dean to know that anything of sam’s is something of his.

oh… uhh… okay.” dean said, pushing the door open wider and he’s almost blushing, like he was embarrassed to think that he wasn’t welcomed or maybe he was embarrassed to think that sam still wanted him. after everything he did. everything he said. “i… uhh… i made you some food. you just… you look…

dean trailed off. how were you supposed to nicely say that you’ve lost so much weight that you look unhealthy.

but sam sat up straighter on his bed, leaning against the head board and his heart hurts in his chest because it looks like dean actually tried to make him something that he would like. the salad looked fresh. the chicken still looked hot. the apple that dean had sliced open looked good and it was nothing like what dean normally ate and yet he still tried. he was trying to make it up to sam.

sam barely ate three of the apples slices and picked at the salad before he pushed the tray away, claiming that he was full and dean didn’t doubt it for a second but he still urged sam to eat just another apple slice.

sam looked at the apple and then looked up at dean, his jaw locked in that childlike defiance and dean ran a hand through his hair.

listen, sammy, i know that i’m in no position to ask you to do anything. in fact, i’m the last person that should ask you to do anything but you’ve gotta eat a little more, man. please. just a couple bites of chicken. we’ve gotta… you’ve gotta get healthy. you’re skin and bones and it’s all because…because of me. even though dean didn’t say that, sam knew what he meant to say. and he wanted to deny it. it wasn’t because of dean, sam had every opportunity to eat, he just didn’t.

instead it ate a full slice of chicken and a couple more pieces of apple and he looked up at dean, his stomach stuffed and he didn’t miss the fond little smile that was on dean’s face. except dean was sitting at the edge of the bed, so far away and sam wanted him so much closer. needed him closer.

good job, sammy.” dean praised, picking up the tray and backing out of the room. “you did such a good job.” he paused at the door, looking as if he wanted to say more before he walked out. “i’ll see you in the morning.”

for breakfast dean makes oatmeal and the hot meal feels good going down his stomach and it tastes so good that he can’t help but eat it all. it was so much food and a few minutes later, it comes back up and sam knew he shouldn’t have eaten it all. his stomach couldn’t handle that much food after not eating for so long. he needed to take it slower but dean was there, rubbing light fingers up and down his back, saying that it was okay. they’ll try something else and he pressed a cool washcloth to the back of his face and when sam gained the color back to his skin, dean backed away from sam, ceasing all contact and sam missed that the most.

dean helped sam gain weight back. every meal that sam had was a home cooked meal and it was something different and dean would ask how sam liked it and sam would reply truthfully. there was one night that sam stumbled upon dean fast asleep with his head resting in some book in the library. and upon further inspection, sam saw that it was a cookbook with post-it notes sticking out all over the place. sam gently pulled the book from out underneath dean’s head and on it post-it note was dean’s handwriting, writing down notes, whether or not sam liked whatever was on that page and sam’s heart swelled at the sight.

it took a while. that’s a lie actually. it took forever for dean to actually touch sam like they used to. dean had folded back into himself, refused himself to touch sam longer than he absolutely had to and whenever sam would try to initiate any kind of contact, dean would cut it off, make up some excuse why he had to leave and do something else.

however, slowly sam started touching dean longer and dean allowed himself to stay there while sam touched. a couple of fingers to the back of the hand. elbows and knees pressed together while they’re sitting next to each other at the table. it’s small but it feels like some much to sam.

there’s one night where dean doesn’t seem as shielded as he normally is and they’re in sam’s room watching some movie and sam managed to crawl up under dean’s arm and dean wrapped it around sam’s shoulder for the whole movie. now in the morning, dean seemed even more distant that he had before and anytime there was even the smallest point of contact, dean flinched like he was burned.

sam had long gained back the weight that he had lost when they first had sex. dean was in his room, leaning up against the headboard, staring off into nothing when sam let himself in and crawled onto dean’s bed and all but begged dean to touch him. that he needed it and it was low because sam knew that dean would do anything that sam asked but it wasn’t a lie. he missed dean. he missed him tremendously and having dean just within reach and yet having dean seem like he was miles away hurt more than any kind of pain could feel.

it started out with sam touching dean. slowly undressing him, kissing him, whispering praise and forgiveness for everything that dean ever said to him in his skin and soon dean was trembling underneath sam’s touch and it was everything that sam wanted.

he was fully content with riding dean, taking whatever he was willing to get but sam sunk his teeth into the flesh the spot where dean’s heart was, sucked a deep, purple spot there and it seemed to flip some kind of switch inside of dean.

dean flipped them and then it was sam’s turn to be worshipped with fingers and lips and the entire time dean couldn’t stop himself for apologizing, saying that he wanted sam, that he needed him, that he didn’t mean any of what he said when he was a demon. it was all a ploy to try to get sam to let him go and sam ran a hand through dean’s hair and told him that it’s okay. that he knows.

as much as dean hates to admit it and he probably won’t ever admit it, he buried his head in the crook of sam’s shoulder as he pushed inside of him and cried.

sam felt like crying too because it was all too much. the way that dean was treating him, like he was this fragile thing that dean didn’t even deserve touching, treating him with so much care, being so gentle that sam wasn’t sure that this was still his dean because dean hadn’t been this gentle with him since the first time they did this. or when dean sold his soul for him to bring him back from the dead.

so it’s kind of a give and take, ya know. dean nurses sam back to health. holds his hair back when sam throws back up his meal because he just can’t keep it down and sam shows dean that he is worthy of forgiveness.

Happy Birthday, Angel

Summary: Sam, Dean, and Cas take you back to their motel to fix you up after almost getting you killed on a hunt. Sam and Dean have been picking on Cas all day, trying to get him to tell them when his birthday is. After they’ve left, and you’re feeling better and Castiel tells you that today is his birthday. You decide to introduce the angel to birthday sex

someone send help for my summaries

A/N: Okay so I decided to just make this into one part. Enjoy! <3

Requests (Combined): [Could you maybe write a story where the reader gets to show Cas what birthday sex is and he’s slightly confused at first because he doesn’t technically have a birthday?] AND [Could you do a Castiel x reader where Sam, Dean & Cas come to the town the reader is hunting in. The reader procedes to be a bit pissed off at them interfering but then Cas saves her life in the fight. Then after the hunt everyone’s celebrating and the reader decides that she wants to do dirty things to Cas, and then there’s some smutt.]

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: smut, language, oral (female receiving and male receiving), multiple orgasms, hair pulling, fingering, over sensitivity, squirting, spanking, rimming, anal fingering, literally so much penetration and so many orgasms. I went a little over board you guys. But if you wanted spend an evening with Cas, I mean, this is how I’d wanna do it.

Word Count: 4.6k (oopsies)

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The impala came to a stop as Dean pulled up to the abandoned warehouse. It was the middle of the day, and there was a nest of vampires in there that needed taking out. Sam, Dean, and Castiel all got out of the impala, ready to get this over with.

“Wait, so you don’t have a birthday?” Sam asked Castiel as they all stood by the trunk of the car, grabbing their weapons.

“Not technically,” Castiel answered, “I wasn’t and then I just…was.”

Sam and Dean stopped looking around in the trunk for a moment to turn and look at Cas.

“So, when were you?” Sam picked at his brain some more.

“Time as you know it did not exist back then.” Cas rolled his eyes. Sam and Dean had been at this all day long; for some reason it was pick on Castiel day.

“You mean that with millions of years worth of knowledge, you can’t figure it out?” Dean joined in.

“I could-” Cas sighed as the three of them made their way into the warehouse- “just…we need to be quiet.”

Castiel thought he’d heard something as they approached the entrance. Dean put his ear to the door before kicking it in with unnecessary force. The three of them walked in, Cas rounding the corner where he thought he’d heard someone squeal.

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But I've been really hung up on...

Alpha!Dean Winchester, next in line to lead his family’s company that’s worth millions, and his secret kept boy, omega!cas, in a Dom/sub relationship.

Neither of them minds the secrecy at first. Dean likes that he has someone he can use to relieve stress when the pressures of the company become too much. Cas gets off on the fact that no one at his Christian college suspects good boy Cas of being a full-time slut for one of the richest, most sought after alphas in the country.

They both get what they need from the relationship. Cas finds freedom in giving up control to Dean, and Dean gets pleasure out of earning Cas’s trust.

Dean keeps Cas in a nice condo; he provides for Cas’s school tuition and fees. He buys him toys and lingerie. He spoils him with extravagant candies. He takes pride in the fact that he can provide for his omega, just as Cas takes pride in the fact that he can take care of his alpha. He’s always ready when Dean calls, collared and kneeling on the floor just inside the apartment door.

But after two years of this, Cas realizes that it’s not enough for him. He wants more than the apartment and pretty clothes and toys and a couple of stolen hours here and there. But Cas knows that even though he wants more, Dean doesn’t.

He thinks about leaving, but he can’t bring himself to go through with it. He can sense the alpha’s desperation, the need for something real when they scene. He catches glimpses of the alpha’s loneliness in their heavy kisses; he sees his true heart in the way Dean cares for him and praises him after a difficult task. Cas knows that even though it will probably tear him apart from the inside out, he’ll never leave Dean.

And then he finds out about the baby, and he panics. The pregnancy shouldn’t have even happened; it was part of their contract that Cas go on suppressants with birth control, which he did. But now he’s pregnant, and Cas doesn’t know what Dean will do when he finds out.

So he runs. He tells Dean that he’s going to his sister Anna’s wedding, which there really is a wedding, but he doesn’t tell him that he won’t be coming back. He leaves behind everything that Dean ever gave him, from his pretty lingerie to his collar. He also leaves the phone that Dean uses to contact him.

But, because he’s a sappy omega who can’t leave well-enough alone, he also leaves a note. He doesn’t write anything about the pregnancy; he just tells Dean that he wanted more and he couldn’t handle not having it. He doesn’t think that Dean will find the note until after he’s long gone.

It’s in the middle of the wedding reception that a furious Dean shows up, demanding to see Cas. He’d found the note much sooner than Cas had anticipated when he’d gone to their apartment because he missed his omega’s scent. Cas’s parents tell him that they don’t know where Cas is; they’d sent him away because there was no room in their home for a pregnant, unmated whore.

And then before Dean can go mental on them, Anna’s pulling him off to the side and asking him if he really loves her brother. And Dean does love Cas. He’s been in love with him since the very first time they met at the little coffee shop where Cas was working. But he knew that Cas wasn’t the type to want a high-profile relationship, so he’d proposed the secret one, hoping that he’d eventually be able to convince Cas to be with him for real.

And even though he doesn’t tell Anna all of this, she can see it in his face. So she gives him the address of the friend she sent Cas to stay with.

And when Dean arrives at Pamela’s house, she doesn’t want to let him in at first because he was the alpha who’d messed up sweet little innocent Cas. But he begs her to let him see his mate, and his eyes are so desperate that she can’t say no. So she takes him up to Cas’s room where the omega is having his daily sob fest.

And at first Cas thinks that he’s finally snapped, because there’s no way in hell that Dean Winchester, Alpha magazine’s most eligible bachelor of the year for twelve years running and heir to one of the largest privately-owned companies in the country, would currently be in his room. So when Dean tells Cas that he’s come to take him back with him, Cas laughs. He tells him, “this is how movies and books end, Dean. This isn’t what happens in real fucking life!”

And then it descends into a shouting match, with Cas finally laying into Dean for years of loving and leaving, and Dean yelling about Cas keeping the pregnancy and feelings to himself, and “oh, that’s rich coming from the alpha who kept me hidden from the world for years! Didn’t want to hurt daddy’s reputation!”

And then Dean is yelling, “it wasn’t for him!” And Cas is stunned when Dean admits, “it was for you. For us.”

And then Dean finally tells him the truth about why he started the relationship, and Cas realizes that all those times he thought that Dean was desperate for something real, he was really just desperate for Cas. And then he’s grabbing Dean by the face and slamming their mouths together, sliding his tongue into Dean’s mouth, whimpering as Dean shoves him up against the wall.

Cas wraps his legs around the alpha’s waist and moans and sobs as the alpha grinds their hips together. Cas can feel his pants soaking through with his slick and he begs Dean to take him right now. And then Dean is pushing Cas down into the mattress and tearing their clothes off, nipping at his skin to create fresh bruises and claims.

And the sex doesn’t last long; they’re both too desperate for it. Dean barely shoves his cock into the omega’s slick hole, only able to give a few quick thrusts before his knot is exploding, filling up Cas’s tight ass. Cas cums immediately after, screaming his alpha’s name as Dean’s knot locks inside of him.

And when Dean leads Cas from the house a few hours later, Pamela just gives Dean a stern look and tells him to do right by Cas. And he does. He takes Cas bak to their apartment and marks him that same night.

“I cannot make speeches, Cas. If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other angel would have borne it.”

— Dean when he finally tells Cas how he feels

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anonymous asked:

You referenced the other day that the crypt scene was supposed to be more romantic. Could you expand on that please?


Well, I’m going to pass you forward to these excellent post by @charlie-minion as they sum up everything very well, why the line was changed from Robbie Thompson’s original “I love you” by Jensen and how it fits the longer running story.

I also want to point out that the reason they decided he shouldn’t say it was because Dean wasn’t ready and IMO Cas wasn’t ready to process it or act on it either. Neither was at their endgame, which is what I am so focused on, the fact that if a couple get together before they find themselves, it just won’t work out in the long run, see every tv show where this happens e.g. Ross/Rachel, Ted/Robin. Same as in real life, they can’t be happy together if they are not happy within themselves.

Then we had successive seasons setting them both up to GET ready. Cas’ fall, learning about humanity, emotions, an arc all about where he belongs, self worth (and this will continue and hopefully climax in s13). Dean’s own fall, losing himself to force him to find himself, self acceptance, climaxing in 12x22. Meanwhile they have clearly been growing closer, falling deeper in love, despite themselves and despite all the obstacles in their part. To the point that they can’t even be in the same room without it being romantic, they can’t interact without it looking like they’re a canon couple, the people around them all react to them and treat them like a couple… even if they haven’t addressed it themselves yet.

Leading them to Cas’ rebirth and Dean FINALLY telling someone, for real, in the show, that he loved them. Not a dream, not in Heaven, a real live person, who needs pulling out of a controlled state (hilarious, right?!), the first and probably the only person he ever told he loved and now this circle is complete, freeing him from the self inflicted burden of the love and holding love back.


Drunk Lullabies

My submission for @destieldrabblesdaily‘s 30k Fan Fic Contest :) 

Based off a real life experience, in which I was drunk singing to myself in the middle of the night when I thought my two friends were asleep and when I stopped, one of them asked why because she liked listening to me. So logically, I turned it into deancas.

Dean lifts the dark bottle to his lips, finishing off what little was left inside. The beer is warm but still sharp as it slithers down his throat and he exhales, leaning his head back against the couch to stare up at the ceiling as soft music flows through the room.

He probably should’ve stopped drinking a while ago - his head’s been spinning going on two hours now - but it’s oddly relaxing. The thoughts that usually cloud his mind drift away, leaving him with a sense of peace. Although, the chances of a hangover are good.

But he doesn’t care about that now.

He glances around the dimness of the disheveled room. His apartment’s littered with empty bottles; pillows spewed about and left over Chinese cartons sit on the coffee table with the abandoned Monopoly game. When he’s sober again, he’ll cringe at the sight but for now, he smiles. As destroyed as the room is, it’s a reminder of a good night had.

Sam and Jess are tangled together on the loveseat, Jess lying completely on Sam and Sam, with his long limbs, is half falling off. But they’re out like a light. Have been for about an hour now. That’s the price the winners of drinking Monopoly pay, though. Of course the sharks will be the first ones to get blacked out drunk. It’s only fair.

Dean’s gaze flickers to the weight that shifts against his side, the corner of his mouth lifting in a soft smile. At some point, Cas tipped over on the couch, face nuzzling Dean’s shoulder. But as light and happy as the sight makes him, his insides twist. And it’s not from the alcohol.

Castiel is his best friend and sadly, that’s all they’ll ever be.

Dean’s been distracting himself with empty relationships for a long time now, but no one’s ever stuck around. He thought maybe he wasn’t finding the right person. Maybe they’d be the next one, the one to finally wipe his silly crush on his best friend clean from his mind.

But no. Every single time, he’s longed for the person to be Cas. Just Cas.

There was a point six months ago where Dean convinced himself to finally tell Cas. Tell him everything because he couldn’t keep it inside anymore or else he’d burst. He was tired of feeling lonely when he wasn’t alone, wanting the warm body in his bed to be Cas’, to push that line from friendship to… fuck, something more.

He was ready to do it, to confess everything. But he was too late, all hope crashing and burning.

Castiel had found someone. Someone who wasn’t Dean. Someone named Balthazar who was from England and charming and then Dean stopped listening after that, focused too hard on upholding his plastic smile. He couldn’t tell Cas after that. He had to be happy for him regardless of his feelings.

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Dean tongued the canker swelling along the inside of his cheek. The alcohol had thinned away the wet skin inside his mouth over the hours, leaving it raw, red and inflamed. That happened sometimes, when he’d lave himself in liquor. It thinned him, too, leaving him less than the man with a brand in his arm, his blood pregnant with the need to execute the world. Less. To be disconnected from the nexus of the tired and lonely. From the pull of hate and rage. And he took another sip, grimacing against the way the alcohol burned inside his mouth. Shrinking smaller as he was trimmed away by heady neurons slow to tell him how he should feel. It left him empty. But hollow was better than the building scream inside his head.

Dean scratched at the mark on his arm as if it were a mosquito bite, trying to infect him from the source. He forced himself to pull away and sighed, looking at Cas’s slumped form sitting on the stool next to him at the bar.

The hunter gave a small smile towards the angel as he watched Cas down another drink, some of it sloshing on the edges of his trench coat and the black lapels of his suit. Cas shrugged out of the tan and black, letting them fall to the floor until he was left clumsily rolling up his sleeves on his white button up shirt.

“Damn, Cas,” said Dean, letting a hand find its way to the top of Cas’s shoulder, resting it heavily inside the concave dip of it. “We’re drunk.”

One side of Cas’s mouth turned up and he huffed in amusement. The angel downed another shot, slamming the empty glass on the counter then slapped his hands on the sides of it, rumbling “thirty,” in a deep, albeit slurred declaration.

The small blonde bartender on the other side of the counter stopped, slack-jawed as she stared down at Cas’s pile of empty shot glasses.

“What?” Cas snapped gruffly, and she scurried away.

Dean laughed, and it felt hollow. Like him. Like Cas, Dean thought, as he watched the angel lay his head down on the counter top, smashing one of his ears against the lacquered wood.

“I’m drunk,” Cas whispered, his breaths heavy as he stared at the cukoo clock on the wall like he were taking it apart inside his brain. Dean was often fascinated by Cas’s mind. The way the angel viewed the world in parts and gears, dissecting the human experience with brilliant detail in an effort to grasp the heart of it.

“It’s here,” Dean said out loud, not bothering with context as he looked into Cas’s blue, glazed, sideways stare. Cas glanced to the bulging flesh of the Mark of Cain on Dean’s arm, blinking and furrowing his eyebrows. “This” Dean continued, “is humanity; it’s pain. It’s death.”

Dean’s eyes scanned the way that Cas’s shoulder blades caved in to the center of his back, the white, damp fabric of his shirt clinging to the form. And Dean’s face fell as he thought of the long black wings that used to span that empty space, thrusting Cas into the skies.

And now, Dean watched the angel’s ear turn red around the rims where it buckled under weight. It gave Dean pause as he realized the onus that ground Cas down. The burden that left the wane and thinned out version of God’s soldier.

Dean swallowed. He’d never asked. It felt wrong. But, tonight, with the heat and burn of the drinks in his stomach, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Tentatively, Dean took a finger, drawing it down the crest of Cas’s bowed back, dragging the skin where Cas’s wings would be through his shirt. Cas shuddered and gave off a small exhale, but didn’t move. Dean felt his own body sink into the tiny bits of warmth Cas’s skin gave off where he touched, marveling that he’d never touched Cas like this before.

“Cas,” Dean said finally. Quietly. “Tell me about it.”

Cas’s eyes shut. Dean waited, wondering if the angel would deem him worthy to hear it.

Cas bit his lip, then opened his eyes, head still laying on the long surface of the counter.

“Hot,” the angel finally whispered, directing the comment to the cuckoo clock.

Dean waited.

“Like a log on a fire,” Cas choked, continuing. “Crackling. Flaking, peeling, feathers bursting in showers like dander. Lost to the abyss of the skies, before the atmosphere could berth the bits of my soul that were shedding away to rest on Earth.“

Dean swallowed. Cas’s face was calm, but there was something thick inside his voice as his words were muffled and grounded.

“Like Hell,” Dean suggested, but Cas’s stare was far, far away.

“No, not like Hell,” Cas said. “Like dying.”

Dean didn’t realize his fingers were still making patterns in Cas’s shirt as if he were carving symbols over the invisible scars. Normally, he would have stopped. But not now, when the world was amber with drink, and the touch was like a balm to Dean’s mark. The need was still there, but somehow, having Cas close softened the edges of it. Dean looked at Cas’s calm expression and the way Cas’s back muscles relaxed against his touch, wondering if the angel felt that way, too.

“Is there anything left?” Dean said, growing bolder as he imagined his fingers stroking through the matted patches of charred feathers.

“Yes,” Cas said, “some. Not enough, but some.”

Dean’s hands stilled as he blinked against the fog of the room. Finally, quietly, he whispered:

“Does it hurt?”

Cas bit his lip, blinking hard and rapidly, his breathing getting fast, shoulders tensing again as his gaze drilled through the wall behind the cuckoo clock.

Dean nodded, taking his hand off Cas’s back, letting it fall to his side again. He took a sip of his drink, wincing one more time. Then, slowly, he let his head fall down to the counter, his own ear smashed against the wood, looking at Cas.

And suddenly, Cas’s gaze wasn’t on the cuckoo clock. Finally, the angel was seeing Dean. They were together in a moment of loud breaths against the counter, staring and passing information quietly through the tiny space between them.

Cas’s gaze only broke to look down at Dean’s Mark.

“Does it hurt?” Cas whispered.

Dean let the fog part for Cas, wrapping them up together in a heady cloud of delirium and blue eyes. He swallowed.

“Not right now.”

Destiel Highschool au where Dean and Cas have been best friend since they were children and totally being in love but too scared to ask the other out and too scared to tell their parents.
So finally when Dean asks Cas to prom Junior year, they end up dating “secretly” even though Sammy obviously knows because well.. Dean is the one who drives him home and he found cas’s underwear in the back seat which wouldn’t be too odd other then the fact that he sees Dean push Cas into walls at school and kiss the living heavens out of him.
So one day Cas and Dean come into deans house and tell Mary that they’ve been dating with their fingers laced together, she calls john in from the kitchen and he just kind of walks in saying “marry what? Im busy so Unless my boy has finally manned up and kissed Cas I don’t wanna hear abou…. Oh hi boys” and Dean just face palming.

dean would be fucking incapable of relaxing in bed though, like he constantly have to be the one in control, he’d have to be setting the pace, whether he’s giving or receiving

but cas would be having none of that honestly, he’d take dean by the neck and shove his face against the mattress and grip his hips tight enough to leave bruises and cas’ pace would be fucking ruthless, and not in the sense that he’d fuck dean fast, quite the opposite actually

because he’d fuck dean slow and deep with sharp thrusts that press the head of his cock right up against dean’s prostate and dean would just have to lie there and take it for once, take it whether he wanted it faster or harder, no matter how much he wanted to just ride cas until he came easy and quick and clean

but instead cas drags it out, long and heavy until dean’s thighs are shaking and his hips are stuttering and he’s practically pleading with cas so that when cas finally tells him to let go, dean comes slow and long, back arching and body tense with the force of one of the best orgasms he’s ever had

The Necessities

Prompt 14 of 642: What three essential items would you take with you (if you were exiled)?

“Condoms, lube, and Dean.”

Castiel burst into a fit of hysterical, drunk giggles and rolled back onto Benny’s bottom bunk.  The other buzzed and drunk people laughed and giggled in awkward amusement as they tried not to look at Dean.  Dean was staring at his best friend with his mouth hanging open like a particularly dumb species of fish.

Philosophy had seemed like such a safe topic for drunk people.  To be or not to be?  Is the world nothing but shadows on a cave wall?  Would you kill one person to save nine, or let someone else kill all ten because killing one person, even for a “good reason” was morally wrong?  Stupid stuff from Ethics 101.  And someone had brought up Napoleon.  And how he was exiled to Elba.  And then the question became where would you want to be exiled to?  And then Charlie had asked what three things would you take with you?

And that had come out of Castiel’s mouth.

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The Angel’s Baby

Master List

Warnings: Mentions of Smut, Pregnancy, Sad!Cas, Fluff

Relationship: Castiel x Reader, Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader


“Hey sis what’s up?” Dean asks as you walk out of the motel bathroom holding the stick behind your back. Sam looks up and smiles at you but his face drops as he look at you worried face. Dean too has a frown on his face.

“I have to tell you something but I need you guys to ward this place from Cas first.” Your voice barely above a whisper. Dean and Sam share a confused look but none the less ward the motel room from Cas.

“Ok spill it kid. Why did you make us ward this place from prince charming?” Dean grunts at you. You take a deep breathe and set the pregnancy test on the table. Dean and Sam look up at you in shock.

“Are you serious? Your pregnant?” Sam asks and you nod your head.

“That’s the fifth test I’ve taken. I’m pretty sure guys. You can’t tell Cas ok? I don’t want him to know I’m warding myself from Cas and when we get back I’m warding my bedroom from him. He can’t know. I won’t give up this baby but I don’t want Cas to know he would be furious with me. Please let’s keep this between us.” You plead with your brothers and you turn on the puppy eyes. Sam lets out a sigh.

“Are you positive this is what you want, Y/N?” Sam asks you. You nod your head and you know Sam is on your side. “Alright then I guess we’ll help you ward your room and bathroom from Cas. We can’t ward the whole bunker from him but we’ll make sure he’s not around when you need food and such.”

“SAM! We can’t keep this from him. It’s his kid to. Y/N, c’mon sweetheart you know Cas won’t be mad he loves you more than anything he’ll keep you and the baby safe. Plus your soulmates so he’s allowed to have kids with you. Chuck will help too you know how much he loves you. Chuck and Lucifer would never have made up if not for you or Chuck and Amara. Chuck would love to know he has a grandchild.” Dean makes good points but you shake your head you don’t care you know Cas will be mad at you. You know Cas will leave you or kill the baby. Your baby. He can’t have his nephilim running around after Chuck put him and Lucifer in charge of the angels what kind of example is that?

“No Dean. My decision is final, you aren’t allowed to tell Cas or anyone else for that matter.” You know it’s not fair to make them keep a big secret like this from their best friend but it’s for your good as well as Cas’s.

“Fine but don’t be surprised if he already knows. I bet Chuck knows.” Dean says shrugging his shoulders.


Eight Weeks later

‘Where the fuck is she?” You hear Cas yell at Sam and Dean. You have been to see the doctor and found out you are twelve weeks along. Dean and Sam were covering for you and Chuck had known you were pregnant but kept it to himself as you had asked.

“Look man she doesn’t want to be with you anymore ok?” Dean said you could hear the pain in his voice.

“Why can’t she tell me herself? Why did you ward her from me?” Cas asks and you can feel his desperation and pain. You can’t take it anymore you’ve felt this and worse these last couple weeks and you knew that you had to tell him. You were starting to show given that you were entering your second trimester. You walk into the library slowly and quietly.

“Cas I’m so sorry please don’t hate me.” You burst into tears and Cas looks confused but runs over to you and pulls you into his arms.

“Baby girl where have you been? I was so worried. Wait, somethings different.” Cas looks at you with an unreadable expression.

“I’m pregnant Cas.” You sob waiting for the rejection to come.

“We’re pregnant? I’m gonna be a dad!” Cas exclaims picking you up and spinning you around. “Whooo!” Cas sets you down gently. “Baby why would you keep this from me?”

“I thought you would be mad I thought you would leave me.” You whisper looking down.

“Why would you think that love?” Cas asks as he puts a hand under your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Because our child would be half human and half angel and that’s strictly forbidden. I thought you would get mad and blame me.” You whispered tears welling up in your eyes.

“Don’t cry please. It’s only if you have a child with someone other than your soulmate. Our child will be safe I promise baby.” Cas says as he pulls you into a hug. You nuzzle your face into his trench coat.

“Do not EVER do that again though. I need to be able to find you, Y/N.” Cas’s face turns serious as he holds onto you tighter as though you could slip away at any moment.

“I love you Cas.” You sob into his collar.

“I love you too baby. I love both of you.” He says as he places a hand on your growing belly. “I was so scared you didn’t love me anymore.”

“I could never stop loving you Castiel.” You say as you pull him down for a kiss.

High School AU : Dean is finally ready to tell his best friend, Cas, how he feels and wants to do something special. After a lot of convincing he stands on his Cas’ door step in a bee costume, holding a cheesy sign 

“I can’t believe I let Sammy talk me into this…”

my aesthetic is highschool bby gentle cas having tons of big buff jock friends, like the entire football team + more just love him and poke fun at him, and they all always blush and get bashful if cas compliments them or calls them sweet bc cas is holy ground ok

and they get super over protective once the known badboy heartbreaker dean winchester starts eyeing him up and spends more and more time with him. it’s like a whole football team of dads start threatening dean that if he hurts cas they’ll crush his skull

but little do they know that dean is actually completely and utterly whipped for this boy, holding doors open for him and trying extra hard to act cool, popping up his dumb leather jacket’s collar and smoking once (he never does) n having a coughing fit cuz wtf he isn’t used to this

and dean’s even getting into fights cuz he wants to look cool but one day he shows up to lunch with a big bruise on his cheek and the room is buzzing about it, gossiping and whispering about how dean the tough guy got his ass kicked

and cas, who’s known for being gentle and inhumanly patient, gets pissed off and stops talking to dean n starts avoiding him. u following me? idk if you are…….

cuz when dean finally catches cas and forces him to tell him what’s wrong, cas manhandles him into a closet and growls, “you fucking idiot, dean. do you seriously think you look cool?”


a hard look, and then a muttered, “i hate seeing you hurt. and i hate your bullshit. i like you just how you are. the real you.”


“you’re so stupid.”

then cas kisses him hard, and dean finally learns what it’s like to have his knees wobble but not from fear, shaking as he melts under the firm but gentle hands cupping his face.

you bet their ass they became the cutest highschool sweethearts after that.

Dean’s already chubby tummy grows even more, and he thinks it might be because of all the sweets Cas handfeeds him after each time they made love (and sometimes during it), but as it turns out, it’s actually the lovemaking itself that is making his belly grow because Dean’s pregnant. After freaking out for a day or two (and avoiding his boyfriend’s soft hands and concerned gaze and the hurt little “Dean?” he asks before sleep), he finally tells Cas what’s up. And despite all his horror fantasies, Cas doesn’t lose it or leave him or anything of the sort; in fact, he is relieved and confesses that he was afraid that Dean had decided to break up with him and was only trying to work up to it. But now, Cas is all smiles and finally returning touches and he reverently strokes Dean’s belly and promises to never leave him – leave them – and take good care his new family.

And then Cas kisses away the tears Dean can’t quiet keep in (and will deny to his dying day), and after he’s done with that, covers absolutely all of Dean’s body with kisses.

Writing Prompt

Dean and Cas at a bar (they don’t know each other)
Dean hits on Cas and he doesn’t get he’s talking to him because “out of all the guys here, why would he hit on me?”
Dean insists, and Cas finally replies, confused
Cas tells Dean that he’s not really into dating and Dean answers he just wants a one-night-stand
Which confuses Cas even more because “if you just want to have sex, pick someone pretty”
But Dean really wants Cas and no one else
So he offers him a drink, and later they have sex, and all of that really boosts Cas’ confidence
And turns out they kinda fall in love bc no matter which universe they’re in, they’re meant to be

There, it’s rubbish but I’ve had it in my mind for a while
And if someone wrote this , I would offer them my life (though I’ll probably write it myself one of these days)

A DeanCas zombie apocalypse!au wherein Dean and Cas are separated from the very beginning due to their relationship not being recognized by the state. Six months after being placed in different Survival Groups and both thinking the other dead, they’ve long since given up hope for happiness in such a different, dark world. 

Until Sam goes out for a supply run.

Insisting on going by himself, he gets trapped in a beaten down car surrounded by the Undead, and is saved by a mysterious bed-headed man with a wooden baton. With darkness quickly approaching and so close to a hot zone, Sam and the stranger bunk in the nearest, safest nook they can find for the night, and exchange stories of Before and During with mouths full of baked beans. 

Or, rather, the mysterious man talks… Sam listens, raptly, to a love story that transcends even the end of the world.

The man moves his beans around his mouth as if savouring every greasy bite. He swallows with solemn blue eyes. “Before has been put to rest,” he says, voice gravel-rough. “What’s before us now is what truly matters.”

Sam bites his lip and nods into his can. “Who’d you lose?”

For the first time since they’ve met, the man looks shaken. He pushes around his food and swallows thickly, shoulders tense. “A man,” he says cautiously. The corner of his lips turn up in a ghost of a smile. “The most wonderful man.”

My First Kiss Went a Little Like This

Dean is impatient to have his first kiss, but he’s picky about who exactly he kisses. (500)

A/N: Title from the song “My First Kiss” by 3OH!3 (feat. Ke$ha).


“Bela Talbot kissed Victor Henriksen.”

“What?” Castiel glanced over at his best friend Dean, who was still casually working on his math homework.

“Bela Talbot kissed Victor Henriksen,” Dean repeated without looking up as he erased a mistake and started to redo the problem.

“That’s nice,” Castiel said, frowning in confusion as he watched Dean. “Why are you telling me?”

Dean sighed and finally returned Cas’ gaze. “Because,” he said, exasperated. “Bela’s an annoying pain in the ass and it’s not fair that she had her first kiss before I did.”

Cas rolled his eyes. “This again?” he said, returning to his own homework. He only had a few more questions for English before he was finished.

Dean smacked his arm lightly, trying to get his attention. “It’s not fair,” he complained. “I mean geez, even Becky Rosen has kissed someone.”

“I’m aware, Dean,” Castiel said, ignoring him. “You only told me twenty thousand times after it happened.” Dean smacked him again and Cas finally looked up for the second time. “What, Dean?” he asked, exasperated. “It’s not like you haven’t had the chance. There are plenty of girls dying to kiss you.” He wasn’t lying; it was no secret that Cassie Robinson and Lisa Braeden, who were both popular and attractive, had crushes on Dean, but Dean never showed any real interest in either of them.

Dean at least had the decency to blush at being called out. “But I don’t want to kiss them,” he mumbled, looking away.

Castiel had no clue where Dean was going with this, but it was getting annoying. “Look Dean,” he started. “If you’ve had offers that you haven’t accepted then you can’t complain about it. If you really cared that much you would have just kissed someone already. But you haven’t, so–”

“I want to kiss you,” Dean interrupted in a rush, still not looking at Castiel.

That was not what Cas was expecting and he didn’t know what to say. “M-me?” he stammered, suddenly thrown off guard. “You want – you want… me?”

“Yeah, silly,” Dean said, finally risking a glance at his best friend. “I thought if I brought it up enough you’d get the hint,” he muttered with a sigh.

Cas couldn’t help it and he laughed out loud. Dean’s face fell and Cas attempted to calm himself down.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” he apologized. “It’s just… this isn’t a big deal to me, but if I kissed anyone, I’d want it to be you.”

“Really?” Dean asked, starting to look happy again.

“Really,” Castiel confirmed before leaning forward and pressing a light kiss to Dean’s lips. He pulled back, smiling at the surprise written clearly on Dean’s face. “Was that good?” he asked casually, not expecting an answer.

“Mhmm,” Dean mumbled, and then he leaned in for another kiss. “Definitely,” he confirmed a moment later.