cas and his burgers

Perfect Ten

Summary:  Just like his freckles and bowlegs, Dean’s slight pudge has always been a part of himself that he’s never felt completely comfortable with.  After a few miserable days of unsuccessful dieting and choking down rabbit food, Cas reminds him exactly how beautiful he is.   

“You’re getting kinda chubby!”  

Charlie makes this remark lightly, offhandedly, as she passes by Dean on the way to breakfast that morning:  Dean had been stretching his arms overhead in a yawn so that his cotton shirt rode up over his stomach, which Charlie takes the opportunity to poke.

Startled, he looks down just in time to see the disconcerting way in which her fingertip sort of smushes into the soft, freckly flesh.  

Dean halts in his tracks, blinking comprehensively.  “Wait, what?”  is all he can think to say.

Charlie, who’d been nonchalantly continuing on her way down the hall, turns to look at him.  “Well, you don’t have to sound so offended about it,” she laughs.  “I didn’t mean it in a bad way or anything!”

Dean folds his arms defensively.  “Then what did you mean, Charles?”

“First of all, I answer only to Charlie, Ms. Bradbury, or the Illustrious Queen of Moondoor.  Next, I just meant you put on a couple pounds.  Maybe getting a bit of a tummy.  It’s no big deal.”

Dean looks comprehensively down at his stomach.  Now that he thinks about it, he has been eating more these days – he’s been going through sort of a “nesting period” during his relationship with Cas:  lots of baking pies, burgers, etc.  He didn’t think it was noticeable.  

Taking note of the gravity of his expression, Charlie laughs, punching him lightly in the shoulder.  “You don’t have to look so glum about it!  It’s cute.”

Dean glowers at her, tugging self consciously at his t-shirt.  “M’not cute,” he mutters grouchily.  “I’m a warrior.

Charlie laughs again.  “Alright, warrior.  Hurry up and take care of your morning breath – Kevin’s making waffles again!”

With that, Charlie skips off down the hall, leaving Dean to steep in his juices.  He lets Charlie laugh it off, of course – he knows she didn’t mean any harm – but the fact is, Dean’s always known he’s had a little bit of pudge around his midsection, and he’s always been the slightest bit insecure about it.  Just like his freckles and bowlegs, it’s one of the things about himself that he’s never particularly liked.  

His one solace was convincing himself that these features weren’t as noticeable to everyone else as they are to him.  Now, that seems to have changed.  

Dean pulls up the rim of his shirt, noting sourly the way in which his pudge protrudes slightly over the waistband of his pajama pants.

Suddenly he doesn’t feel so hungry anymore.

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Patience and Faith

prompt:  We’re roommates and I heard you crying in the shower when I came home, are you okay?
pairing: destiel
tags: roommates, hurt/comfort, angst, burgers cw
a/n:  part one,  wrote this during my writing livestreams. thanks to everyone who joined, you’re amazing <3

Shopping bags bounce against Dean’s legs as he runs up the stairs. He doesn’t work out as much as he used to, so the elevator might have been a better idea. Instead, he tries to look tough and take all five stairs without ending up like an asthmatic rhino. He takes a few deep breaths when he ends up in front of his door with a red, sweaty face. He fumbles with the keys for a while, cursing under his breath because they’re slippery between his fingers.
Still cursing a little, he enters the small hall which is just large enough to get in a coat rack. He puts down the bags so he can slip off his leather jacket and hang it next to Cas’ trenchcoat.

“Hey!” He calls, but there’s no response. Maybe Castiel is focused on his school work again, or found a book in the library that he didn’t already know. Dean brings in the shopping bags himself, muttering he would’ve preferred a little help. Once he is in the kitchen and leans against the counter, he hears the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom. He can use a shower right now too, so he decides to take a shower once Cas is finished.

Humming some AC/DC song, he begins putting away the groceries. He bought ingredients for burgers, a little surprise for his roommate because he passed his English test. It was no surprise to Dean, but Castiel had been worrying the entire week. Dean forgave all his grumpiness days ago. But Cas apologised so many times yesterday that Dean wants to show him it’s fine that he was a bit absent-minded and pettish. To be fair, it’s actually kinda cute when he’s frowning and his hair is a mess because he keeps running his hands through it.

Castiel normally doesn’t shower so long. At first, Dean doesn’t pay attention to it, but once he puts away the last bottle of coke, it occurs to him that Cas has been in there for more than five minutes now, and he was already in there when Dean got home.
A little hesitant at first, Dean walks over to the bathroom and carefully knocks.

“Cas, buddy, you okay in there?”
No answer. Dean frowns and knocks again. He puts his ear against the door, but that doesn’t really work. Just as he’s about to knock again, he hears a sound that’s definitely not the shower. It’s a sob, soft and weak. But Dean is sure, even though he never heard Cas cry before.
Castiel is crying.

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My Home (Coda to 12x15 “Between Heaven and Hell”)

Dean might have said he’d accept Sam’s decision, didn’t say he would like it. He needs some space, just so he can deal with the racing thoughts in his head. But when Cas drops the perfect distraction in his lap, how could he say no. But will this really distract him from his problems, or make him confront even more of them?  (AO3)

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Sunshine Special

Summary:  Dean considers himself a laid back guy, but he can get pretty damn possessive when it comes to anyone else hitting on his boyfriend.  A diner and a flirty waitress compel Dean to show everyone who Castiel belongs to.

Dean Winchester was by no means a possessive man.  Of course, it was no secret he’d been with quite a few partners, and he’d never had problems with any of them flirting with other people.  Hell, he’d even been in a few open relationships, and found them downright liberating.   

But this…this was Cas.  And though it was impossible to articulate why, that simple fact made it a different manner entirely.  

Dean watched as the buxom, blond waitress buzzed around his oblivious boyfriend like a honeybee, voice sickly sweet and thick with Southern accent.  

In the past, Dean might have been jealous that she wasn’t flirting with him instead, but he couldn’t blame her for digging Cas:  he knew from experience that there was some serious seductive power in those puppydog eyes.

No, Dean didn’t care that sometimes the ladies favored Cas.  He just wanted them to get the hell away from his boyfriend.  

“Alright, folks, lemme get this straight,” said the woman, finally straightening up.  Becky, her name tag read.  Of course it was Becky:  it seemed to Dean that all irksome blond women in this world were named Becky.  “So nachos and milkshake and a large caeser salad for the boys here, and a triple cheeseburger for you, sugar?”  

Cas nodded, evidently oblivious.  “Yes, please.”

“And steak with mushrooms,” added Mary.  “Bloody.

“You got it, ma’am,” said Becky, not appearing to notice the venom in Mary’s tone:  she was, it would appear, just as possessive as Dean was when it came to her angelic in-law.  “You’re orders should be comin’ right up before you can say Jack Robinson!”   

Dean glowered after Becky as the woman bounced away, the curly blond locks he sourly presumed to be hair extensions jiggling with every step.  He was just glad he was finally out with his family, so that he no longer had to hide this specific brand of loathing.

Peripherally, he was aware of Sam’s awkward attempts to initiate small-talk, to which he responded with unintelligible grunting noises.  It was soon clear to everyone involved that Dean was in no mood for idle chitchat.    

Soon, Becky returned with their orders, still oblivious to Dean giving her the stink eye.  It was all he could do not to flip over the table in a fit of rage when she bent over to put Cas’s burgers in front of him, putting her cleavage directly in his face.  

Sam watched his brother in concern as he sulkily watched her leave.  

“WHAT,” Dean demanded, mouth full of nachos.  

“I think you should talk to Cas, man,” Sam suggested discretely.  

Cas, eyebrows rumpled, watched the scene in confusion.  

“What?  What for?”  Dean scoffed, a stray chunk of tortilla chip flying from his mouth and landing on the table cloth.  Dignity, it would seem, was not his virtue today. 

“We came here to relax, in case you’ve forgotten,” said Mary pointedly.  “And I don’t like to say it, sweetheart, but you’re souring the mood a little.” 

Dean huffed.  “Well, you’re one to talk, Bloody Mary.”  

“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.” 

Sam rolled his eyes.  “Look, Dean.  I know you’ve been doing this for most of your relationship with Cas, but not everything can be solved with weirdly expressive staring contests.”  

Well, that was just rude.  

“Go talk to your boyfriend, Dean,” Sam reiterated.  “Tell him what’s bothering you.  Consistency and communication, right?” 

Dean looked beleaguerdly to the duo flanking him, and sighed in capitulation.  “Maybe…maybe you’re right.”  

Ignoring Sam and Mary’s gentle encouragements, he looked to Cas, who seemed to have given up on trying to follow along with the conversation and was now occupying himself with his burgers.  

Dean cleared his throat.  “Hey, uh, Cas, buddy.  You wanna come to the bathroom with me for a sec?”  

Cas looked confused.  “You know I don’t require that kind of bodily function, Dean.”

“Yeah, no.  Not what I meant,” Dean sighed, ignoring Sam and Mary’s stifled snickers.  “What I meant was…do you wanna maybe go somewhere a little more, y’know.  Private?” 

Cas squinted, then leaned in conspiratorially.  “Is this regarding intercourse?”  he whispered sagely.   

Sam snorted.

“NO!”  Dean barked, ears getting hot.  A few people at the surrounding tables looked up, and Dean lowered his voice.  “No.  Just…come with me to the bathroom, alright?  I wanna talk to you.” 

In the past, Dean might have worried how it would look to be walking to a very small, one-room restroom with another man.  Now it barely crossed his mind.  

Cas watched Dean, puzzled, as he locked the door behind him.

Then, he sighed, turned to face Cas and tried (failed) to get his thoughts together.  


“That is a variation of my name, yes,” Cas deadpanned. 

Dean gave him a look.  “Cas, y’know…I’m not a possessive sort of guy, right?” 

“I know nothing of the kind, Dean.  You were a demon, after all.”

Dean’s eyelids fluttered.  Here he was, actually trying to have a serious conversation for once in his life, and Cas had to go and turn into a goddamn comedian.  

Seeming to sense his discomfort, Cas offered, “I noticed you sometimes use humor to diffuse tense situations.” 

“Yeah, well, I appreciate the effort, Cas,” Dean sighed, wisely deciding not to add but it’s not working.  “Look, I don’t expect you to realize this, but that waitress out there…the way she was talking to you…”

“She was flirting with me,” Cas supplied.  “I know.”

Dean blinked comprehensibly.  “…You, uh.  You do?”

Now, it was Cas’s time to give Dean a look.  “I may still be new to the ways of mankind, Dean, but I’m not nearly so naive as you take me for.” 

Dean huffed out a laugh.  “Yeah, I guess you’re not, are you?” 

“I also noticed it was bothering you immensely,” Cas stated.  “Why is that, Dean?” 

Dean stared at him, suddenly wishing he’d been more subtle.  Then, he sighed, looking almost abashedly down at his boots.  

“Look, Cas,” he reluctantly began.  “I know I haven’t always treated you as good as I should have:  when I said I didn’t care you were broken, when I kicked you outta the bunker, when I nearly killed you that time-” 

“Dean, you know I-” 

“You forgive me,” Dean concluded for him, almost bitterly.  “I know.  You said it before.  But I don’t.”

Cas shakes his head, looking at Dean with such wide-eyed adoration it makes Dean sick.  “Dean,” he murmured. 

Dean sighed, looking pensively off into the distance.  “And even before then, I was so damn mean to you, y’know?  Calling you a sissy and a coward and a…”

“A baby in a trench coat?”  Cas offered. 

In spite of himself, Dean huffed out a laugh.  “Yeah, that too.  Point is, you deserve better than me, Cas.  And someday, selfish as it might be, I’m scared you’re gonna realize that.  And then, uh…and then…”  Dean bit his lip, unable to will himself to finish.

Cas seemed to read his mind.  “I’ll never leave you, Dean.”


“No, Dean.  You’ve said you’re piece, now you listen:  you are the most beautiful human being I have ever seen in all my Father’s creation, and contrary to what you may think, I have seen many.  I’ve loved you since I first saw your soul in hell, and perhaps even before.  I’ve loved you since before I could identify the emotion of love at all, but I knew even then that being with you, holding you in my arms, fulfilled some primordial need I wasn’t aware I had.  I love you, Dean,” Cas reiterated.  “And even if I must leave you someday, I’ll always find you again.” 

Dean’s eyes felt damp now.  His mouth flopped open for a moment or two, searching vainly for something to say.  

Then, next thing he knew, he was doing something different with his lips entirely, kissing Castiel’s furiously as he pressed him up against the tiled bathroom wall.  

Dean,” Cas groaned, his deepened voice going straight to Dean’s pants. 

Cas evidently noticed the change, too, because he looked up at him slyly beneath half-lidded blue eyes.  “Are you sure this isn’t about intercourse, Dean?”

Dean stared at him, then huffed out an incredulous laugh.  “Buddy, you are not as innocent as everyone thinks you are.”

You could here a pin drop in the restaurant as the disheveled duo exited the bathroom, Dean grinning stupidly and stinking of sex, Cas’s cheeks still flushed pink and usual sex hair exacerbated. 

Sam, Mary, and yes, Becky too, all gape at them, owl-eyed, as they approach the table.  It was incredibly awkward, for everyone except Dean:  he was still too bathed in afterglow to feel anything but smug about the situation.  

Finally, it was Becky who broke the silence.  “Um.  You folks want desert?”

“Not for me, sweetheart,” Dean grinned, fingers laced possessively with Cas’s.  “I just had myself a Sunshine Special.” 

Of course, it’s a silly joke, one that only a few of those present will understand.  And besides, what Cas had ordered at the other place was a sunrise special, but Dean looked so happy with the whole situation that Cas couldn’t bare to correct him.

After Becky bustled away, Sam leaned over, infamous bitchface firmly in place.  “That is not what I meant when I said you guys should talk.”

Species Switch

Cas x Reader

A/N: This idea came to me at work! So I wanted to do a Cas x Reader but with something that hadn’t been done before so instead of a Human!Cas or Angel!Reader or anything like that I decided to do something I haven’t seen before, hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Blow Job, Smut, Grace Kink, Unprotected Sex, Language

Word Count: 3,500

Originally posted by subcas

“Oh come on, it’s just one stupid witch, we can do this” you say to your boyfriend, Castiel.

“Y/N, I think we should just leave it for someone else” he argues.

“Like who? Sam and Dean are away on a case and every other hunter hates us, do you want this monster to kill more people?”

Cas sighs, “they don’t hate us they hate me.”
“Do you want me to go alone then?” You were a hunter, you knew what you were doing but you also knew that there was no way Cas would let you go alone.

“No, you’re not going alone” he growls possessively which makes you feel all tingly.

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okay but au where Dean does get infected by the hunger it just takes him being five feet from Hunger to get it, and theyre in his Impala and suddenly Dean’s pupils are blown and he yanks Cas in the back of the car and he’s on top of the angel kissing him and grinding desperately and whispering sweet flirtations in Cas’ ear and Cas is completely taken aback with a half-eaten burger in his hand and Cas has no clue what’s gotten into Dean but then he realizes

that one of the things Hunger can turn up is lust

so Cas does his best to keep us with Dean’s movement and suddenly theyre naked and Dean is pounding into Cas like they have no tomorrow and when it’s over Cas is laying on Dean and the hunter is hopelessly whispering “i love you” over and over and over

and Cas uses some of his grace to tone down Dean’s hunger enough to get him in so he can get Hunger’s ring and when it’s over they go back to the motel and Cas is… confused but lets it slide

but suddenly Dean is pacing and rambling about how he shouldnt have done that, he didnt want Cas to know he was bi yet because God “hates gays” and since Cas is an angel he must believe the same and he’s tearing at his hair and suddenly Cas pushes Dean on to the bed and pins him and growls for Dean to shut up and he kisses him with all his angelic force

and Dean has no idea what to do other than kiss back and when they pull apart Dean looks up and goes

“y'know, lust wasnt my hunger”
“my hunger was for you”

@yourspecialeyes @smack-that-assbutt @destielfanfic @destielthingsandstuff

Destiel Valentine’s day fic

Title: The world is not beautiful, therefore it is

Rating: T

Word count: 2062

Summary:  Cas tries (and fails) to have the perfect Valentine’s day date with his boyfriend.

Read on AO3 if you prefer.

Written for the Hey Sweetheart challenge by @deancas-sweetheart. I really enjoyed this challenge! Do go and read the other works in this - they’re all amazing!

All my love and squishy hugs to the two best buddies a girl can have - @wanderingcas and @caslikescoffeeandfreckles for alpha and beta reading this respectively :D

“So,” Rachel says abruptly into Cas’s ear on a dreary Monday morning, making him jump, “what is Dean planning for Valentine’s day?”

“Jesus, Rachel!” Cas grumbles, turning away from his screen to glare at his best friend. “Is this really the best time?”

“Probably not, but I don’t have anything to do right now. So spill, what’s he planning?”

“I don’t know. Nothing. I can’t take the day off and Dean’s due back at the hospital that evening so we just agreed we’d celebrate later.”

“Why can’t you take the day off?”

“I have a meeting with Adler in the morning.”

“So take the afternoon off. Come on, Cas. Don’t you want to do something to surprise Dean for a change?”

Cas opens his mouth to dismiss the suggestion, then thinks the better of it. Dean was the romantic in their relationship — he was the one who planned most of the dates, picked out fantastic presents for special occasions, left little notes in Cas’s lunch at least twice a week, sent flowers to Cas’s workplace. Cas, by contrast, did not really shine in the spontaneous fun department.

“I suppose I can take the afternoon off, maybe take him out to lunch…” he murmurs, turning to his computer.


“Where what?” Cas says irritably, mulling over his calendar.

“It’s three days away, Cas, every place will be booked full. Unless you want to take him to Taco Bell.”

“I… Maybe we could go on a picnic? I could arrange for a gourmet meal.”

Rachel stares at him. “That’s actually not a bad idea. You should cook. And make some Valentine’s Day chocolate - ”

“I’m not that confident - ”

“It’s the thought that counts. And how lucky for you, the forecast says it’s going to be sunny and nearly twenty degrees,” Rachel shows him her phone. “Where do you want to go anyway?”

“The KU field station, maybe?” Cas muses. “We can’t go anywhere too far, and Dean loves the place. It has a lovely view of town from the overlook.”

“There you go! Simple, easy to implement and romantic. You can watch the sunset and then maybe get down on one knee and finally give him that ring in your desk.”

Cas gawps at her.

“Rachel! That’s - How did you even get into - ”

“I didn’t,” she clarifies, looking bored. “The whole damn office knows, Cas. You keep fidgeting with it all the time and staring moonily at it - ”

“I do not!”

“Oh?” She arches a brow. “Hey, Alfie, come here a sec will you?”

“Rachel, what are you - ”

“Hey, Rachel, Castiel,” Alfie’s voice is soft and hesitant, and his arms are loaded with files. “I can’t stop, I need to get these photocopied and on Mr. Adler’s desk by two p.m and-”

“This won’t take too long, I just wanted to let you know Cas here is planning to propose on Valentine’s Day.”

“Rachel!” Cas hisses, but no one pays any attention to him.

“Oh?” Alfie’s smile is shy as he turns to Cas. “That’s such a romantic thing to do. Is that why you were practicing your speech the other night?”

Rachel starts snorting inelegantly, breaking off with a squeak when Cas kicks her on the shin.

“Yes, Alfie,” Cas says wearily. “Well I don’t want to keep you from your photocopying any longer.”

“I hope he says yes,” Alfie says before scampering off.

“Don’t you dare say anything,” Cas snarls at Rachel after he’s gone.

Rachel gives him a look of faux innocence before dissolving into giggles.

Cas sighs.

The idea, however, sticks in his mind.

Dean’s certainly dropped enough hints in the past few months that at least indicated he was interested in marriage, so Cas knows his proposal will probably be accepted. The only thing that had held him back all these months was the fear of not making the proposal special enough. He knows Dean doesn’t particularly care, and would probably be overjoyed if Cas got down on his knees at their regular burger place, but Dean deserves more. And the ring had stayed, waiting in his desk.   

Dean is working a late shift when he gets home, so he makes himself a cup of tea and sits with his laptop and book, ready to research picnic ideas.

Four hours and countless Pinterest pages later, he has a somewhat workable plan.

He dispenses with the rose petals, dainty hor d'oeuvres, posh champagne and $400 vintage picnic baskets, choosing hearty and easy recipes that Dean won’t be able to inhale in less than a minute.

Dean’s not due back for at least another six hours, so he decides to go grocery shopping and start on some of the cooking. He’ll need to hide the results at Rachel’s though, because Dean is a bloodhound when it comes to food.

This would be the perfect opportunity to show Dean how much he cares, how special Dean is, how much Cas is anticipating their life together.

Cas smiles. It’s going to be just perfect.


It is not perfect.

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Ever since Dean and Cas met five years ago, Cas has just been part of the family. That’s what Sam would say, if he was asked to explain. And really, where’s the harm if the accountant tags along during their celebrations and holidays? He’s more than made up for it by being there for all of them when Dad died, and always ready to help whatever they are doing.

Point is: He had been an extension of Dean’s for so long that Sam doesn’t even think of him as a “plus one” anymore. It’s usually just “if I tell one of them the other will know and come to dinner too.”

It’s as easy as that. Until it isn’t.

One of his old friends from university just moved to Lawrence. Brady, after years of working for a “company full of douche bags”, as he put it, suddenly “saw the light” and decided to take things slower. Naturally, Sam and Sarah invited him to their next barbecue, and inevitably, Dean and Cas are manning the grill; or rather, Dean is manning the grill and Cas just happens to be at his side.

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Same, Cas. Same.

Lizbob was laughing at me earlier because I’m in the middle of this seemingly long stretch of episodes that involve Major Fandom Disagreements. And this is one of them. Because of this ^^


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casanddeanwinchester  asked:

I wanna join the whole thing please :) ya see, o started listening to punk not long ago, and I really like it. I always liked punk!dean better, but now I gotta say, I like it even more.Anyway. Imagine Dean being punk and all,but no one knows he's a genius, more than Cas even. And people are always sure the smell of cigarettes and alcohol is because he's using it, but no, his dad's a drunk heavy smoker, and it doesn't go off in washing machine now. (1)

Cas and he are in Cas’s house, big or medium size, clean and open and smells fresh. Dean’s afraid to even sit there and leave a again on the cream colored couch or a smear on the light colored wooden chair. Cas’s room, though… Is a complete mess!! And Dean’s like… Dude, we can’t do anything here. Not like that. Cas learns about how a neat freak Dean is. This project, let’s say, Chemistry, is a very important one. And Cas is sure dean doesn’t give a damn and just tries to procrastinate

but he accepts, they tidy up a bit, and surprise surprise, it’s more comfortable.he discovers dean knows everything about these subjects, let’s say, the whole structure and bonding and carbohydrates. Suddenly, Dean’s gotta go. He’s got a shift somewhere, and he says ‘someine needs to pay for food, right?’ and Cas is shocked. He discovers dean work both in a salvage yard and the Roadhouse, and starts going there, until he knows where his shifts are.

Cas loves their burgers, and learns Dean makes them, and the cook only fries them and puts the toppings dean also makes. He’s like, smart, talented (he sang a bit when the tidied up the room), hard worker, good cook, kind and hot as hell,(wait, did he just said it?) And he understands he starts falling for Dean

good scenario, ends with a kiss. Bad scenario, Dean’s like… Dude… I’m taken. The girl looks like Tish from ten inch hero.

I guess my punk!Dean tag will grow today

Suppose To Be-Destiel

A follow up to my “How Destiel Should Be” post. 

Sam didn’t need to be told anything and they didn’t feel the need to inform him of anything either. It wasn’t as if they were hiding it, it seemed as if everyone knew it. Meg, Crowley, and the angels all seemed to have sensed it long before they did.

It started out as small things. Whenever they got the chance they were speaking on the phone. Nothing in particular, Dean would explain a hunt they were on and Cas would describe the Swiss Alps. Sam knew Dean didn’t give a damn about the Swiss Alps, but still Dean stayed on the line until Cas was pleased with the mental picture he painted Dean.  

Sam never questioned it because it was a smart idea to look after the angel after all they had been through. For some reason, Dean always felt the need to protect Cas like Dean protected him. Sam thought it was healthy that Dean was finally over obsessing about his safety constantly. He wouldn’t deny that Cas’s descriptions of the world’s wonders helped Dean feel calm and at peace.

When Dean and Cas weren’t on the phone, all Sam would hear about was Cas. It started out with the odd things he said and the odd things he did. They’d joke about Cas’s human interaction skills, but they’d immediately move past the topic of the angel. However, when the phone calls became more frequent, so did the topic of Cas.

Of course Sam loved Cas, but not enough to talk about him every hour of everyday. It was soft chuckles at first, of a joke Cas had butchered or the innocent confusion that Cas held about the simplest of things. Then Dean would go on and on about his eyes, or his hair, even his trench coat. Sam was in no way going to deny his brother the simple pleasure of speaking about his “best friend” so he sat and listened for hours upon hours about Cas.

Then on the occasion that Cas did come and visit them, Dean and Cas were hardly ever apart. Cas would tag along with them on hunts, Cas would stay with them at the motel, and Cas would go with Dean to get lunch because Cas simply wanted to pick out the best burger. Sam had rolled his eyes at that lame excuse because Cas didn’t need to eat and he wasn’t surprised when they’d return from the restaurant with only two meals.

At times, they would completely forget Sam was there. They’d be discussing the right tactic for the hunt and, for reasons unknown to Sam, Dean and Cas would banter back and forth. It was never serious as both men respected the other’s opinion and those small smiles on their faces gave away that they enjoyed this playfulness. Sam would grow tired of the constant flirting and take a walk because, God, did they need to do it while he was there? Yet, Sam never said a word because they were happy and finding happiness with their lifestyle was like finding gold.

So with the way Dean and Cas acted, people began to assume things. At a diner in Montana they’d given Dean and Cas a discount because they were having “lover’s specials.” In that moment, Dean was stunned, but Cas smiled on because he honestly didn’t know what that meant. Sam, however, chuckled and thanked the kind waitress before paying the bill. After they had left the diner, Cas questioned Dean on his sudden silence in the diner and it was quite the treat for Sam to see his brother so flustered. Dean shyly explained to Cas that they had assumed he and Cas were together. Cas gave Dean a confused look before shrugging and continued walking toward the Impala.

This happened again, only they were on a case and when Dean and Cas knocked on the door, the woman assumed they were the new couple moving in just down the street. Dean quickly jumped on the opportunity and, of course, went along with it. So when the woman invited them into the house, Dean grabbed Cas’s hand, carefully, leading Cas in. Cas never protested, either confused or too caught up in the case to care. But when they left the woman’s house, their hands never let go of each other and Sam was only a little surprised to see them walking into the diner, laughing and holding hands.

Holding hands happened on a daily basis now, but it led to other things. Every time they saw each other, they felt the need to hug. Growing up with Dean, Sam knew Dean had never really enjoyed hugs, especially if they happened often. Yet, more than once a day, Dean and Cas were wrapped in each other’s arms. Hugging led to cuddling, in the diner booths, on the lounge chairs in the motel, and even in bed. Cuddling in bed led to them only needing two beds again because Cas curled up with Dean in the motels’ full beds.  

When Sam thought about, they never even needed to have three beds because Cas didn’t sleep, but that never stopped Cas from snuggling into Dean’s chest at night. Sam could only assume that Cas laid there at night with his eyes closed, but awake, enjoying Dean’s warmth. And Sam never heard Dean complain about how “creepy” it was for Cas to just lay there while Dean slept, Dean was never opposed to Cas in his bed.

Finally, when they needed to take out a huge vampire’s nest in Connecticut, Cas tugged on Dean’s hand before they got into the car. Sam was already sitting in the passenger seat, wondering what was taking them so long. Sam rolled down his window to yell at them to hurry up, but stopped when he heard Cas say, “Just be careful, Dean.”

Sam watched Dean smile softly before taking the pad of his thumb and caressing Cas’s cheek. And Dean responded, “Always am.”

When they carefully leaned toward each other and their lips met, Sam was only surprised at how quick the kiss was. It was light and sweet, like toddlers kissing for the first time. Sam said nothing as they got in the car or after the vampire’s nest when Cas came and snuck himself under Dean’s arm.

Sam never said anything when he heard them exchange “I love you’s” at night. Sam never said anything when they ordered their own motel room. And Sam never said anything when Cas started referring to himself as a Winchester because Sam thought this was how it was suppose to be. Dean and Cas were suppose to be this way.  

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Night Falls: Chapter 11

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, two caring dorks 

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 3,149


A/N: The chapters just keep getting longer and longer! 

Sorry this took forever! But enjoy this Dean-centric chapter. 

And a happy Fanfiction Writers’ Appreciation Day to all my fellow writers out there!

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“What?” Dean throws his hands out as if he has no idea why Cas would be upset.

Cas just stares Dean down, disappointment etched into his face. 

“Really?” Cas lets out a deep breath, clearly not amused by Dean’s antics.

“Oh come on.” Dean waves off his partner. “I was just having some fun with her.” He drops his eyes back down to his plate and picks up his burger and takes a big bite. 

Castiel just continues to stare Dean down, moments like these reminding him how young his partner really is. 

“You should apologize.” Cas keeps an even tone, his hands still folded in his lap. Dean just keeps egregiously chewing

“It was an accident.” Dean attempts to defend himself again after swallowing his chewed food. 

“I know that.” Cas rolls his eyes. Dean was smart when it came to a lot of things, but sometimes he was a few clowns short of a circus. 

“It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t apologize.” Castiel picks up his burger again and finally take a bite since the entire encounter began. A silence falls between the two men and Cas gets halfway through his burger before he puts it down again. 

“And there’s no need to tease her.” He looks pointedly at Dean. “It’s not like she’s going through enough, as is, without you antagonizing her.”  

Dean takes in a deep breath and sighs, knowing Cas was right, as usual.He sometimes hated that about the guy. 

“Fine,” Dean smirks tightly at Cas, who just smiles back at him, his shoulders rolled back with a clear victory under his belt. 

Once Dean clears his plate, he picks up your unfinished burger, cold and sad looking, and tosses it in the trash before putting both your plates in the sink.

“I think she may have wanted that,” Cas comments to Dean’s back, but Dean doesn’t respond, just opens up the fridge and grabs what he’s looking for.

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anonymous asked:

a/b/o - omega cas/alpha dean - someone comes onto cas and dean sees it and reacts (bonus points for dean growling like a bamf)

Dean had just left to go and get some pie for them. Two seconds he was gone for, and when he comes back, with a cherry pie and an apple pie in his hands, as well as some burgers for Cas, the sight he sees is nearly enough to make him drop the food. 

But it’d be impossible for the food to drop, when his grip clenches around the flimsy plastic a moment later. His hold is tight and it’s enough to make the packaging buckle, but he’s still mindful of the food that lies within, for his grasp doesn’t dent the plastic enough to reach the food. 

‘So… what’s your number, pretty? Maybe you and I could get together some time and have some fun. I’m sure your heats are lonely…’ the asshole trails off suggestively, and Dean can see his hand come up and rest over Cas’, that’s still holding the handle of their cart. 

The mention of Cas’ heats - the cycle that Dean and Cas are counting towards, in the hopes of starting a family together - erupts a growl from Dean, a fearsome primal sound that makes several people turn their head, and then instinctively back away from him. 

All except the douche that’s still got his hand over Cas’. 

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I’ve Been Waiting

If Cas had ejected Lucifer in 11.18… 

“What’s that look for?” Dean asks through a mouthful, eyeing Cas over his burger. 

A hint of a smirk graces Cas’ lips. “What look?”

“Don’t go pretendin’ to be innocent,” Dean bumps his boot against Cas’ dress shoe. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing,” his best friend insists, though the light dancing in his blue eyes tells another story.

“Okay, then,” Dean says, unconvinced.

He takes another humongous bite from his burger and shoves a couple of fries into his mouth as well. Humming, he chews slow to savour the taste. It’s a pretty damn good meal. It’s been a pretty damn good day so far, in fact.
This morning Sam had tromped into the kitchen, sniffling and croaky. Dean had taken one look at him and went nope! No way I’m spending time in the car with Sneezy!

The previous night, they had planned to check out a lead for a hunt. A run-down house at Junction City, not too far away, had been swallowing up a few daring, but stupid, teenagers. Sipping his coffee, observing Sam and the trail of tissues that follows him – Dean had considered not going, period.
But then, he had heard the quiet but determined “I’ll go with you,” from Cas. 

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anonymous asked:

Aaah, I love your escort!Dean idea. I want to see Dean falling and starting to take Cas to more of his favourite places (e.g. dive burger bars) rather than the upscale restaurants he favours for the job (and does Cas realise this, or does Cas think Dean's taking him for granted???) But mostly I want confident high-class charming Dean doing right by himself and kicking ass!

Yes, I like this :D

bluenovak requested: forehead kisses.

Castiel couldn’t believe he was here. Sitting beside Dean Winchester, the most popular boy in school on a date with him.


When Dean had asked him out, Cas had been sure it was a joke. Some cruel trick that the popular kids were playing him, the innocent, nerdy boy that no one even noticed.


The Dean had told him that he liked the story Castiel wrote during their prose unit in AP English. It had only gotten on vote to be put in the school news paper (which is one more than Castiel thought it would get) and apparently that vote was from Dean.


Castiel had hesitantly agreed to go out with him to dinner and a movie.


He spent the whole day going through his closet, trying to get his hair to lay flat, trying to put in the contsct lenses he hated so much. He ended up in one of his oversized Doctor Who sweaters, his hair a mess, and his glasses askew, as always.


He was pulled out of his thoughts by Dean’s warm hand finding his where it rested on the seat. Warmth flooded through him at the action and he knew he was blushing.


They had dinner at a teen hangout down town. Everyone stopped to talk to or flirt with Dean, not sparing a glance to Castiel, who sat quietly on his side of the booth, slowly retreating in on himself.


Dean’s fingers found his again. His smile was dazzling.


“So who’s your favorite Doctor?”




“Seriously?” Castiel’s eyes narrowed.


“He brought the who series back to life! Without him, there would be no Doctor Who.”


“But have you seen David Tennant’s face?”


“Ten was handsome, yes. But he was also cocky and somewhat rude. Eleven, though. I love him more than life itself.”


“Yeah, Smith’s a riot.” Castiel realized how close they were then, when he could smell the cigarette smoke on Dean’s breath and count the freckles on his cheeks.


“I didn’t know you were a fan,” CAs said, sitting back.


“Oh yeah. Doctor Who, Star Trek, Game of Thrones. Star Wars and superhero movies. I’m crazy about that kind of stuff.”

This revealtion led to a playful argument over whether Marvel or DC was the better superhero line.”


“Stan Lee puts himself in all of the movies!”


“But the actors are perfect for their roles! And the subtext in them….”


“So you’re one of those.” Cas blushed and Dean smiled.


“Come on. Our movie starts soon.”


Dean refused to let Cas pay for his burger. He threw a twenty on the table and waved to his friends with his free hand, the other holding Castiel’s fingers under the too long sleeve of his sweater.


When the lights when down in the theater, Castiel got nervous. What if Dean wanted to make out? He had never even been asked on a date before, let alone kissed. His hands started to shake.


“Are you cold?” Dean whispered. Before Cas could respond, he had pulled his zip up jacket off and placed it around Cas’s shoulder’s. He let his arm linger there for a moment, then removed it, opting to hold his hand instead.


He never tried to kiss him.


They spent the ride home throwing quotes back and forth and laughing at their favorite parts.


Dean walked him to the door and Cas blushed when he saw the living room curtain fall back into place.


“I had a nice time, Dean.”


“Me, too. Can I take you out again next Friday?”


“Yes,” Castiel smiled. He shifted his shoudlers to remove Dean’s coat, but gentle fingers landed on his arms.


“Keep it.” They were so close. Dean’s eyes were so green, his face so beautiful. Castiel closed his eyes as the taller boy leaned in.


Dean pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, but it sent a wave of something Cas didn’t recognize through his system.


“I’ll see you Monday. I’ll pick you up a seven thirty,” Dean said, not stepping back.

“Okay,” Castiel agree. He felt Dean’s lips touch his forehead one more time, living a tingling sensation their wake. With a soft smile, the other boy made his way back to his car, giving Castiel a final wave before he went home.

The Costume

Title: The Costume

 Prompt: Halloween is my favorite holiday, so I decided to write a Halloween fic for my six favorite characters! :D  Make sure to check out the other ones as well

 Summary: Cas needs a costume for your Halloween party at the bunker.  So, you are happy to help…

 Warnings: Dirty thoughts.

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Originally posted by constiellation

 You were so excited for tonight.  You had convinced the Winchesters to have a little Halloween party at the bunker. Nothing too big, just you, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, and Rowena.  You had all the food ready to go, all hilarious looking dishes.  You had decorations up, movies rented, enough alcohol for everyone to make it through a party with Rowen and Crowley…which only left one thing left, your costume.  

Sam and Dean went out earlier in the week to get theirs, but you had been busy with a Salt and Burn case to get one yet.  So you grabbed your keys and started heading for the door.  “Going to pick a costume.  See you guys later!”  You shouted over your shoulder.

You heard some mumbles behind you before Sam yelled at you to wait.  Turning, you saw Castiel looking at you quizzically. “What’s wrong, Cas?”

“He didn’t know he needed a costume.  Take him with you.”  Dean said quickly before taking another bit of his burger.

“Sure!  Come on, Cas! It will be fun!”  You said cheerfully as the angel sighed and got up from his seat to follow behind.

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Anonymous asked: um hi is it possible for you to write a destiel fluff but in sam’s pov hehe

Author’s note: I’ve had plenty of other people asking me to write some Destiel from Sam’s POV, or shipper Sam. Since I love this kind of thing, I wrote this for you all. Destiel with a bit of Team Free Will on the side. ;) 

Sam Winchester’s life was full of complications. Sometimes, these complications came in the form of demons, ghosts, witches, angels or even werewolves. Other times, like right now, he had to deal with less life threatening but equally frustrating issues.

Issues like his stubborn brother Dean, and Dean’s clueless fallen angel Castiel.

The three of them were currently at a diner, having a late night snack after a rough ghost hunt. Their booth was fairly secluded, and so it was safe to talk about a similar case they’d solved years ago, without the other guests noticing the odd topic of their conversation. Dean was chatting away about how awesome it was and how he’d kicked the ghost’s ass, but Sam was only hearing half of it.

His eyes darted from Dean to Castiel and back. Sam’s older brother was sitting across from Sam, and Cas was sitting beside Dean. There wasn’t much distance between the two of them; personal space was a foreign concept to Castiel. Cas was quietly munching on his burger, whereas Dean was enjoying a slice of fresh pecan pie. On the surface, there was nothing disturbing about this picture… Unless you knew Dean well, like Sam did.

While Dean was telling his story, the oldest Winchester kept sneaking sideway glances at Castiel. Dean’s face was mildly flustered, and his eyes were on Cas most of the time. Sam knew this look, because he had seen it on his brother often enough whenever Dean tried to impress a girl. This was Dean giving out the obvious ‘I like you’ signal.

Not like Dean was aware he was even doing it; he was still in denial about his feelings for Castiel to the point where he’d never make a move on Cas on purpose. And Cas, of course, was completely oblivious to Dean’s unconscious flirting. After watching the two of them dance around each other like that for five long years, Sam may or may not have contemplated multiple times if maybe he should just lock them up in a room together and not let them out until they finally talked about their feelings for each other. 

“Hey Sammy, you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” Dean’s question pulled Sam out of his reverie.

“No… No I’m good, Dean.” Sam said, taking a sip of his coffee to emphasize his answer.

Dean shrugged, then turned to Cas again.

“Hey Cas? I know you’re more of a burger-person, but you really gotta try this.” Dean said, pushing the plate of pie towards Cas.

Oh wow, Dean was even willing to share his pie. Surely Dean’s affections were running deep… Sam cleared his throat with an awkward little cough as Castiel looked up at Dean, blushing as he considered Dean’s offer. It was almost as if the two of them were on a date, and Sam had to be there to supervise them or something. And the worst part was; those two lovesick idiots didn’t even realize they were doing it.

“No Dean, it’s fine. It’s yours.” Cas replied after a moment of silence, pushing the plate back to Dean, shyly ducking his head while doing so.

Dean rolled his eyes, then bribed Castiel with a crooked smile and a “Come on, Cas. One bite.”

And no, Dean couldn’t seriously be about to do what Sam suspected he was about to do. Except he was. Dean scooped a piece of pie onto his fork, before holding it up in front of Cas’ mouth.

Castiel’s entire face turned an even brighter shade of red as he opened his mouth.

Dean grinned, and Sam watched how his older brother’s eyes unsubtly strayed to Cas’ lips as he fed the pie to him.

Just when Sam was sure that what he was forced to witness couldn’t get any more sappy, Dean commented that Cas had “a little something there” then proceeded to rub a crumb of pie that was clinging to the corner of Castiel’s mouth away with his thumb.

“Seriously, you two?!” Sam snapped reflexively.

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The Bets Are On

Cas and Dean are roommates. People keep hitting on Cas, and Dean doesn’t really understand it. Bets are made. Smooches at the end ^u^

Six times.

Cas had been asked out six times within the past day, and Dean is this close to punching something. It’s not that he doesn’t think his friend shouldn’t date or not deserve to, but it’s obvious the guy isn’t interested in seeing anyone. Yet people continuously ask him wherever they are: in class, at the gym, at lunch, and even on their way to class. It was like they could sense his availability and hotness all of a sudden and sniffed him out like wild dogs – not that Dean sees him like that. They’re just friends. Best friends. And Dean doesn’t even like dudes like that. So what if he thinks another dude is good looking and has the urge to just compliment them and playfully banter with them? What ever happened to just being there for your bro and messing around?

Dean paces back and forth in the living space of their small apartment, eyebrows pinching together and mouth twisting to the side. Cas looks up from where he’s reading on the loveseat at Dean, looking just above his reading glasses. Dean glances back at him, a warm fondness blooming in his chest at the familiar sight of Cas looking up at him with such concern and curiosity. “Is something troubling you, Dean?” Cas asks, marking his book and setting it down beside him. He takes off his reading glasses that Dean personally thinks makes him look like an old man and sets them down on the side table, giving Dean his full attention. “I don’t get it,” Dean says, ceasing from his pacing and standing before Cas. Cas tilts his head to the side – something Dean has found to be all too familiar and too damn cute for a grown-ass man – and asks, “Get what?” Dean huffs and throws his hands up in an exaggerated manner. “Why everyone is so suddenly attracted to you. I haven’t gone all day without someone asking for your number or whenever you’re ‘available’, whatever the hell that means. I mean you’re a great guy and very attractive and a total package deal, but why now? Who are these people and where did they even come from? Do you even know them? I swear, next time someone asks you out I’ll- I’ll- I’ll KISS YOU.”

Cas’s cheeks redden at Dean’s words. Dean reels back and cringes at the realization of what he’s just said. “No! No, that’s- that’s not what I meant,” Dean tries to save himself, but he’s already dug the hole and it seems to be getting deeper with every word. Cas looks up at Dean, cheeks returning to a normal shade with a spark in his eye that only Dean can tell means no good. “I bet you wouldn’t,” Cas says, smirking mischievously. Dean starts, “I- I bet you I would!” Cas’s cat-like smile stretches further as he says, “How much?” Dean pouts, “Oh come on! That’s not fair; you always win, and you know I have no money.” Cas raises his eyebrows in disbelief, making him fold. With a huff, Dean fishes out a crumpled five-dollar bill from his pocket and slams it down on the side table by the couch. Cas pulls out his wallet and lays down a crisp twenty-dollar bill beside it. “Twenty-five dollars on our chances of you kissing me the next time someone asks me out.” Cas nods firmly and sits back in a relaxed position, picking up the book and placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “What do you want to do for dinner?” he asks as if nothing happened.

Dean is taken aback, but answers, “I don’t really care. Do we have anything here?” Cas doesn’t look up from his book. “How about burgers? We can go to that diner a couple of blocks away,” Cas says, glancing up at Dean. Dean peers at his friend from where he stands, suspicious of Cas’s intentions. “Alright,” Dean says slowly, “burgers it is.” Cas snaps his book shut and stands swiftly, nearly knocking Dean off his feet.  “Great! I’m starving; let’s go now.” Before Dean can even react, Cas grabs his wrist and drags him toward the door, grabbing both of their coats off the hanger on the way out.

At the diner, they seat themselves at a booth and wait to be served, shaking off the chill of the night air from their sleeves. A couple moments later, a petite brunette with a checkered apron tied around her waist walks toward their table with a notepad in hand. “Howdy, boys,” the waitress says in what sounds like a sarcastic tone, “What can I get you?” They order their usual – a burger and vanilla shake for Cas, and a burger with extra onions and a slice of pecan pie for Dean – and the waitress nods and heads to the back to place their orders. “What’s going on, Cas?” Dean asks, leaning in a little. Cas shrugs and sits back in his seat, a Cheshire-like smile slowly spreading across his features. “Nothing, Dean. I just really wanted a burger.” Crossing his arms, Dean squints at his friend and sits back, green eyes unwavering.

Their staring contest is interrupted by the waitress – Meg, her nametag reads – placing a tall glass of thick white liquid covered in frozen condensation and a straw in front of Cas. Cas sits up and looks up at her with full sincerity as he says, “Thank you.” Dean feels that warm feeling in his chest again, admiring how Cas can be so sincere and full of passion for being a decent human being. He’s too caught up in Cas to notice the look of interest and playful smile Meg gives him. “Your orders will be right out,” she says, hand reaching out, gently touching Cas’s shoulder and lingering for a moment, before sauntering back toward the kitchen. Cas doesn’t notice, however, and eagerly begins to unwrap his straw. By the time the food comes out, Cas is too wrapped up in his shake to say anything, so Dean thanks her with a sweet smile. She only sneers at him and whips around to take the food trays back.

Dean rolls his eyes and shrugs it off, digging in and moaning around the red meat and veggies. He notices Cas still working on his shake and pushes his plate toward him. “We came for burgers, remember?” Dean says playfully, sinking his teeth back into his burger. Cas pauses and glances up at Dean as if he just remembered he was there and then to his burger. “Right,” he says, releasing the straw and letting it sink to the bottom of the cup. “How do you not get brain freeze?” Dean asks jokingly, taking another bite. Cas ignores Dean’s banter and sinks his teeth into the fluffy bread and warm meat. “These,” he points to his burger, “make me very happy.” Dean smiles goofily at his friend and shakes his head fondly. “I know, buddy,” he says, “I know.”

When they’re finally done, Meg appears by Cas’s side with the copy of the check in hand and what seems to be something scribbled on the back. She looks right down at Cas, gaze unwavering. “Call me whenever you’re free, or just want to have a good time,” she says with a lowered voice and a mischievous smirk, winking before turning around sauntering toward the kitchen. Dean’s blood boils and, without thinking, he grabs the receipt and Cas’s wrist and charges toward the doors. Outside, he crumples the receipt and tosses it into the bushes. Dean takes them to the side of the building where no cars are parked and only one street light shines to light their path so they won’t be seen by a passerby. A luminous halo surrounds Cas in the dim light of the night, and all Dean can do is gap and stare at the beautiful creature before him. “Dean,” Cas says, slightly concerned, “what are you doing?” Dean lets go of his wrist and gently slides his hands down to slip his fingers in between Cas’s. “I’m winning a bet,” he murmurs. Cas’s breath hitches in anticipation, fingers shaking where they entwine with Dean’s. They’re close, breathing in each other’s air, eyes flicking between dilated pupils and parted lips. “What’ya think, Cas? Think I can win this one?” Dean rasps. Cas barely nods, their cold noses brushing as they lean into the other’s warmth.

Hands fisting into fabric, mouths hungrily searching, Dean and Cas pull the other as close and tight as they can, feeling like they can’t get enough and trying to drown in each other’s love.

This Terrible Pathetic Love

Summary: While same-sex couples are not frowned upon, it is a fact that only men and women can be soulmates. Dean and Cas are in love - but what does it matter when Cas finds his perfect match?

This is a tumblr prompt I found a few days ago. It’s been fun writing it, and I want to use this to say thank you. I was in a really bad place this week, and you can’t imagine how much every reblog, new follower, simple message meant to me. So thank you and have a wonderful day!

They’re in love.

Dean never thought he’d end up here, but it’s true.

They’re in love.

Dean is aware that it won’t last, of course. Even if neither of them find their soulmate, and this is highly unlikely, considering 95% of the population do, someone like Cas would never stay with someone like Dean. He’s smart, hot, funny. Dean is the foul-mouthed mechanic with enough relationships under his belt for a lifetime.

He’s enjoying a good thing while it lasts. And it’s easy to forget that what they have isn’t forever when Cas comes home after a long day dealing with students and wraps his arms around him when he’s preparing dinner, kissing his neck. Or when they go out to dinner and his boyfriend refuses to let go of his hand.  

Dean is happy.

Until he isn’t.

He has never missed colours; how can you miss something you can never have? True, sometimes he gets sad when he remembers that he has Mum’s eyes and would like to know what they look like, or that Cas, according to Gabriel, is supposed to have very beautiful baby blues; but in the end, green and blue are just words that don’t mean anything to them.

Until they do.

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