cas has been doing the same thing and his love is reciprocated~

The Facts

Request: “Could you please do a supernatural Castiel x reader. Where castiel is acting strangely and after a awkward conversation with the angel, Sam works out he is in love with reader. Dean and Sam encourage Cas to tell her. She is shocked but overjoyed. Thanks love your writing”

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1682

Warnings: None

Originally posted by teamfreewill-imagine

The sun rays flickered through the line of trees, the Impala’s roaring engine becoming more comforting as you became accustomed to it. The wind blew your hair in every direction, twisting it into tendrils that flew in the air, flicking your face with tiny stings that made you giggle. Castiel watched you smile to yourself, your hand hanging out of the window, your fingers stretching through the fast airstream that passed over the car going about 100 miles per hour.

Cas started going over the little facts he knew, trying to distract him from the blissful scene that took place right beside him. Again, the car was going about 100 miles per hour. 103 to be exact. It was 3:52pm, and your moving bodies were travelling along the Mayfair highway in Arkansas, at this second to be at a latitude of 35.2010 degrees North, and a longitude of 91.8318 degrees West. In about 4 minutes and 23 seconds it would start to rain, but would only spit down for 54 seconds before the small cloud evaporated and the sun reined the skies once more.

He recalled these facts with ease, his angel capabilities aiding him with a limitless supply of useless knowledge. But there was one fact he couldn’t push from his mind, no matter how many others he tried to pull over the top of it.

It was the fact that he was in love with you.

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edenial  asked:

After 12x19, do you think the season will end on a mutual love but separation kind of note for Destiel or do you think it'll be glossed over and bro-zoned like they usually do? I'm positive it'll be something other than "no homo" because Dabb wrote the finale and he is known for giving satisfying Destiel moments, but I'm kinda also afraid they will keep it low-key to the point of nonexistent because studios? Love, Eden 💕

2. So according to your chart, did we get our break up moment yet?

I’m going to answer these two together, and urfg I wish I had the patience to wait til I got home and do it justice but I really want to answer now so… here goes.

I was just thinking and noting down on another post about how I do believe it will be a “happy ending” or as much as it can be in SPN by series end, but that means there will probably be heartache and pain between now and then, because that’s how stories work.

I believe most likely by entire series end we will have TFW heading up a mol/hunter teacher training group, using mol tech and knowledge and hunter morality, probably free will factoring in MASSIVELY in that finale, Destiel, Saileen and the end of bro - codependency in a healthy positive way, whilst still being generally together, just less “on top of each other” and unhealthy.

Regarding Destiel this kind of then has to factor in backwards from the series finale if it is going to be endgame, which I believe it will be (well, I was like 95% sure, with 5% leeway for production reasons stomping on it, now a part of me is actually wondering if it’s 5% stomping still, but actually another 15% maybe Dabb changing SPN into this “better way” script between now and endgame and maybe even getting it earlier…. who knows at this point, it’ll be so much clearer in 12x22/23 where Dabb is leading us and what his aims are!).

I was headcanoning before 12x19 that we would get a CHOSEN separation in 12x19 i.e. It would be down to their own decisions, they’d probably have a big argument, then a true realisation and textualisation of feelings for Dean between 20-21, a ‘reconciliation’ ie they’re brought back together again by plot points in the finale and a FORCED separation in the finale, probably with one or the other making a relatively unambiguous show of their feelings.

Therefore this whole part of the story is the break up.

This is because I was thinking old school SPN - that they ‘just can’t have nice things’, that Destiel is so obvious now they cannot be in the same room as each other without a chaperone for more than 30 seconds without it being SUPER romantic (and boy did 12x19 prove that right!) and that the goal wasn’t to have Destiel before endgame so therefore they HAD to be separated.

Then as you know the part after this is the “winning him back” phase which makes a lot of sense too because Dean DIDNT reciprocate Cas’s “I love you”, he has been upset of course but basically towards Cas has been quite cold since 12x12 (see the 12x15 phone conversations) - until 12x19 of course but he is STILL hiding behind Sam in all his “we’s”, STILL hiding behind Cas is FAMILY and family - zoning him etc etc so he HAS to work on himself and have his realisation lightbulb moment (even if so far it seems he is currently having something of a sort, it’s still not strong enough given his words to Cas) and then work to win him back.

So really Dean NEEDS this realisation arc, aided massively by Mary I believe as the extension of Amara, who I meta’d about loads being the exposition of Dean’s feelings for Cas in season 11, bleeding into season 12 and boy do we see Dean’s facade coming down this season, it’s GLORIOUS, and Mary is a huge part of that.

So seeing that leaked confrontation between Dean and Mary? And the fact the episode is called “who we are” - and I think Mary will also be honest here about herself, I feel like this is exactly what we ARE going to get between 12x20-22….

This whole season has been showing Dean’s facade coming down and lo and behold his feelings for Cas seem much more obvious too, funny that!

At the same time the more we advance with season 12 the more I see this other side from Dabb, the “better way”, happier ending etc so I’m also open to this idea that perhaps this season finale won’t end in separation but a kind of “happy” interim ending with other aspects being the problem for next year.

BUT with all of what’s happened already validating my theory so perfectly I’m very interested to see what happens now in these interim episodes before the finale… as I’m more than open too to have been massively misdirected as Dabb does love a bit of that ;) overall whole series arc though, I mean, it seems clear to me that this is where it’s headed.

Short term though it SEEMS to be setting up for a separation at season end with season 13 set up similar to early season 7 and 9 (which would make sense with the current season 6 and 8 parallels) with Cas separated from them and Dean in a total mess, more obviously romantic and finally a brainwashing / crypt scene rehash but stronger and much more Destiel heavy. Or could this all be crammed in to the season 12 finale? Then they’d end this season together….Maybe…. that’s the “happier” option and only would work if Dabb is going to really go to town on this “better way” and totally new version of SPN moving forwards between now and series end.

I’m still tentatively confident in my first reading though. But hey idk I literally just love stories and love this show and make up theories, I’m not privy to any inside information!

But as to whether this is all just misdirection or if it may bleed into season 13 is interesting… there are just so many options because there are so many different storylines all converging and we don’t know Dabb’s short term goals even if I’m relatively sure of the long term ones.

Also, if this does happen the break up thing is going to be this whole arc from 12x12 - whenever the crypt scene / whatever happens in season 13 to get Cas back. The break up doesn’t mean just an argument or whatever, it’s the whole part of the story where they are separated and realise their feelings and have to work to get back together…so it can be very long especially in SPN where plot points that last 10 minutes in a movie can be dragged out over whole seasons!

Dabb loves mirrors and subversions and there have been so many misdirections I am not certain of anything short term.

Except the baby will NOT be inherently evil, Mary and Dean’s confrontation is going to be SO KEY to Dean’s future arc until endgame, Destiel is real and will be important moving forwards and Cas has to either regain his free will IF he is currently brainwashed or show textually that he has his own free will.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I'm sorry for this question, but it is torturing me. Cas's confession. He was in the end (and still made the hardest part), and neither Sam nor Dean didn't vocalize a reciprocate. I know they are stayed and fought, but Cas do the same for every soul. For me now no matter who will tell Cas that he's loved. He deserves to hear an answer to his words. I'm sorry, feelings .


So yeah I suppose it is a good point here that whilst Cas was all “I love you” to the boys, and in 12x09 as well he confessed using HIS WORDS how he felt for them, the Winchesters have never really CLEARLY stated “Yes, We love you too.”

The thing is, there are two really good reasons why this hasn’t happened yet.

1. The boys tend to find it very difficult to vocalise their feelings outside of situations where THEY THEMSELVES are dying. (See Sam in 8x23, Dean in 9x23 etc) even then it isn’t so much a “I love you” as an “I’m proud of us” 

They both instead show their feelings with actions. The fact that they refused to leave Cas to his death in 12x12 proved their love for him. This was further made obvious by Cas’s reaction to Dean’s refusal to leave…

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LOOK AT THIS! God bless Misha’s superb acting here because the EMOTION in his face says it all.

So I think Cas got the general idea of what the boys were saying with their actions at that moment. This is always the way with them. Dean especially shows love through his constant worry, mother-henning, choosing others over his own life (that’s a big one), that’s just how Dean is. He’s not one to sit down and talk about his feelings voluntarily. He’s not going to pat on a chair beckoning Cas to sit down so he can take his hands and give him a speech worthy of Hugh Grant in a Richard Curtis movie.

2. Cas is a master of self destruction, and whilst Dean and Sam have shown their love for him with their actions, and he has seen that as shown above, the chances are he can still talk himself out of believing it. We have an episode coming up which will once again focus on Cas, this time on his future in a way (if the pattern of the Cas episodes adds up), therefore, the fact that we now have had TWO episodes where Cas has confessed his love for the Winchesters without a verbal response? well, three times is a charm and I am expecting (and desperately hoping as well) that we will get a THIRD verbal confession of love from Cas to justify his actions/express himself due to some horrid situation or another, and that this time, he will get a verbal response from them (Dean more than likely) confessing that his love is returned.

Okay, yeah so perhaps this is wishful thinking. Dean actually saying the words “I love you” is probably a long shot, but damn if I don’t think its about time that Cas got some verbal confirmation from Dean or at least a freaking DISCUSSION about what went down in 12x12. 

The pattern fits, the way this story is structured means it only makes sense that this confession is coming. I just hope its what we have been wishing for and not a poor platonic version that will leave us (and Cas) still feeling slightly hollow. 

We can only wait and see.

Coming Home

Destiel Teenager Christmas AU. Warnings: Anti John Winchester, Child Abuse (mentioned)

It’s a miracle they have kept up their correspondence, but it is one Dean is thankful for. It’s kept him sane.

Through all of Dad’s drinking, the moving, the different schools, through Sam’s hungry cries, he’s always had the letters to cling to.

Every time they moved unexpectedly, he sent another, explaining it to Cas so he could reach out to him at the right address again.

Cas and his family never moved away. They’re still in Lawrence.

They’re still here, on this 22nd of December, when two boys stumble tiredly along the road.

Dean used to think he could take it all, but that horrible night a week ago was the last straw.

Dad hit Sam.

Dean has grown long accustomed to the punches. But Dad has never – did never hurt Sam. Until that night.

And he just knew he had to get him out of there. And the only place to go –

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Ok, I know it’s been three years and maybe there’s no point in discoursing about this but...

I just saw a post by someone who talked about Meg’s devotion to Cas in such beautiful terms I was hovering over that like button until…. they said “I don’t personally believe he reciprocated her feelings.” With all due respect, THAT IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE. I feel like there is so much meta and discourse about non-canon ships that some people forget canon ships are not subject to your opinion about whether or not they’re real.

Megstiel is canon. It just IS. Ask Rachel. Ask Misha. Ask the writers. Or just, you know, WATCH THE SHOW. Some of the non-canon ships do get subtext moments that tease at relationships that aren’t in the text, sometimes intentionally put there for fans, and that’s cool. There’s nothing wrong with those ships or the people who like them. But the difference is, those moments are the writers ALLOWING us to ship Sam and Dean, or Dean and Cas, or Sam and Gabriel, or whoever. It’s a wink that gives permission, not a blatant intent. We’re SUPPOSED to see romance between Cas and Meg. It’s not “implied.” It’s just THERE.

Cas and Meg have sexual tension from the moment they meet - not in subtext, but in the TEXT. (And if you’re about to argue that “Dean literally saw sparks fly when he met Cas, and nothing like that happened with Cas and Meg,” you clearly have never heard Johnny Cash sing Ring of Fire.) Throughout their interactions in seasons 5 and 6, Meg openly flirted with Cas at every opportunity and blatantly indicated attraction. Meanwhile, Cas was observably flustered whenever he was around her. They kissed. Contrary to popular belief, Cas DID indicate that he was interested in having sex with Meg. Watch the scene again - he was not misunderstanding the suggestion. He was guiltily deflecting it.

In season 7, he becomes insane, she becomes his caretaker, and he developed a canonically established crush on her. Again, this was not something that could maybe sort of be hinted at by subtle details if you squint. This was confirmed by the writers, by the actors, and by the actual dialogue of the show. Crazy!Cas had a crush on Meg. Period. During that time, SHE seemed to brush off HIS advances, possibly because she knew he was not of sound mind, but her actions in caring for him demonstrate a degree of emotional investment even though Meg probably wouldn’t admit it.

The final episode they share begins with a recap of EVERY ROMANTIC MOMENT THEY SHARED, from staring at each other and mutual heavy breathing in the infamous Ring of Fire to kissing in Crowley’s dungeon to multiple instances of her using her pet name for him. We don’t get flashbacks like this when there’s going to be a subtext moment. The “THEN” for Goodbye Stranger was pretty much a neon sign saying HEY LOOK REMEMBER ALL THE TIMES ROMANTIC/SEXUAL STUFF HAPPENED BETWEEN CAS AND MEG? BECAUSE THIS EPISODE IS DEFINITELY GOING TO BE ABOUT THAT. And then it proceeded to show him tenderly caring for her, admitting he had feelings for her, reminiscing fondly about kissing her, and ultimately agreeing - with a certain degree of that long-standing flusteredness - that yes, they really should finally have sex once they survive this battle.

Even the one time Meg is undeniably mentioned in canon after her death, it’s because Cas-in-human-disguise has named himself using her pet name for him. And even this is set up in flashbacks with Meg making flirty eyes at Cas while calling him Clarence. WE ARE SUPPOSED TO SEE THIS.

Look, I’m not saying my ship is better than yours just because it’s canon. We Megstiel shippers do the same things shippers of non-canon ships do sometimes - we create elaborate theories based on background details to support headcanons that Meg and Cas totally did consummate their relationship offscreen before she died, or that he’s still in love with her and makes decisions to this day that are based on that love, or that Meg somehow survived and they will find each other again, or secretly already have. There’s no canon support for most of this. It’s all in the realm of fanfiction. But we do it because it comforts us, and in that way we are just like non-canon shippers.

But none of that changes the fact that Megstiel is canon. You don’t get to say you don’t believe Cas loved Meg back, because Cas himself told you he did. You can NOT LIKE a canon ship. Some people didn’t like Dean with Lisa. A lot of people didn’t like Sam with Amelia. You can dislike a canon pairing, either because it got in the way of something you wanted, or you just weren’t a fan of one of the characters, or you didn’t think they were good for each other, or any number of things. But NOT LIKING IT DOESN’T MEAN IT DIDN’T HAPPEN.

And Cas and Meg, whether you like it or not, happened.

anonymous asked:

Wanted to ask for a scenario where Miyuki, Chris, Kuramochi, Ryou, Jun and Tesu receive a call from their bff/crush, who likes them as well, saying that they feel lonely and just wanted to hear their voice

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh blessyouanon


He normally kept his phone on silent when he slept, he didn’t want some idiot waking him up with one of those stupid “pass on in three seconds or you’ll die” texts. Yet tonight he was woken up by a faint buzzing under his face. ‘Oh yeah, I was texting ____…’


“Miyuki? Oh no you were asleep, I’m really sorry. I normally would be like this, you don’t like needy people, right? I’ll let you go. Sorry again-”

“____, just spit it out. We both know you don’t want to hang up.”

“O-okay. Well you see the thing is erm, I’ve been missing you. The holidays are so long and I just wanted to hear your voice. I just wanted you.”

Unbeknownst to you he bolted upright, flinging the window open and grabbing his water bottle; doing anything he could to keep himself awake. As you started asking what the noise was he calmly replied.

“It’s been two weeks… you must really like me, ____-chan. I didn’t know you could be this cute… Would you like to know a secret?”

“I do not! I mean. Tell me.”

“I’ve missed your voice too.”


You two had been texting about future plans, asking what schools you planned to go to, if his shoulder was healing up right, if he was leaving the country. He hadn’t been straightforward with his answer on that last point, he’d told you it was all up in the air and since then you’d been silent. He almost called you himself when he saw your picture flash up on his screen. When he picked up he could swear it almost sounded like you had been crying.


“Yes, ____?”

A long silence fell on you both, all he could hear was you ragged breathing and before long he found himself repeating your name. What was wrong? Why had you called?

“Please tell me what’s wrong? Has someone hurt you?”

“N-no I’m so sorry. I’m being soft. I wanted to let you know before you leave, that is if you do, that I’ll miss you every day and you’ll need to call me all the time so I won’t start forgetting what your voice sounds like.”

“Oh my ____. That’s what this is about? You know if you’re really that sad then I can always take you with me.”


He had always been a night owl, especially during the holidays; no practise meant he could stay up all night training his street fighter skills, he was sick of losing to Haruichi. It was lucky he even realised his phone was ringing in his pocket, he never really paid attention to it as people rarely called him. 

“Yo, ____. What’s up?”

“Ah, Youichi! You were up already. Good… What you up to?”

“Nothing much, same old same old. Trying to master this stupid combo so I can rub my victory in the face of my enemies…. how about you?”

He wasn’t even phased by you calling up for such trivial things, he’d always have time for you; plus it was always nice to get midnight calls from your crush. He had to shake himself to stop himself from having less than impure thought about how cute you might be looking right now… maybe in some cute lacy panties with little bows and a matching- ‘Youichi, no. Stop that.’. 

“Hey! Are you even listening? I just confessed my undying love for you and desperation to hear your voice at 1am and you don’t even pay attention. How cruel.”

“U-undying love. Hello, yes I’m here. I like that. Love you too, bye”

He could only stare at his phone in horror as he realised that he’d hung up on you.


He wasn’t blind and he was hardly dumb; he actually prided himself on his ability to analyse the people around him, to notice the things that others didn’t. Which is why he had been kicking himself since the moment he walked out of the Seido gates for the final time. Why hadn’t he acted on his feelings when he was so sure you reciprocated them? Even his brother had a jab at him for that.He hadn’t heard a word from you since then either, he’d heard rumours from others but not once had you tried to contact him; but then it was his own fault for never texting you either. ‘maybe this is something I need to let go-’

When your song began to ring from the other side of the room he bolted to grab it. 

“”Ryosuke? Hi, hello. Hi. We, I mean I hadn’t heard from you. I got worried. It’s been so long and I just-”

“Missed being around me?”

“Yeah… how did you?”

“You know I’m clever with these types of things, not even you can surprise me… but I’m sorry we haven’t talked.”

“It doesn’t matter… all I wanted was to hear your voice maybe even see you-”

“So when am I picking you up? You can stay here as long as you like, mom already knows all about you. It’s a bit intense at first and she’ll try to feed you until you can’t breathe but you can come sleep in my bed. I’ll make the spare room up just for you and then we ca- ____??? You hung up on me?!”


His hand slammed onto the bedside table as he grumbled curses at whatever bastard was waking him up at such a stupid time. He didn’t even check who it was, he just went ahead picking up; completely forgetting his manners.


When he heard a squeak on the other end of the line he started getting angry, ready to chew out whoever was prank calling him.

“Jun. I- I… I erm. S-sorry. I woke you up didn’t I. I didn’t think. You’re always so grumpy at this time. I mean you have every right to be and-”

“_____! Why are you calling? Ahem, I was up anyway. Missing you. I mean I wasn’t doing anything dirty or thinking about you. I was just awake and and hello.”

“PFFFT! Junjun calm down, I’m not accusing you of anything…. but I know you were asleep I know your sleepy voice. Were you really missing me? That’s why I called; I’ve missed your sleepy voice, and your shouty voice and your not so subtle whispers and you.”

He couldn’t believe this; you??? missing him???? It didn’t make any sense. Maybe he was dreaming. He kept trying to reply but all he could do was make strangled noises.

“You anduraiodoiahsd  me missing me like you?? pretty person misses me??? the trashman?! kashbdjkashd I mean. I… I fucking love you. And I want to date you to a food place where we eat. I’ll text you.”


Didn’t wake up. At least not when you called. He had always been a heavy sleeper so a slight buzzing was hardly going to rouse him from his deep slumber. After a few times you were on the verge of giving up when you heard his mumbling.

“Why up now? You okay?”



“Oh god you’re half asleep. Should I let you get back to sleep?”

Immediately he began grumbling incoherent nonsense about how you were worth being up for; at least it was somewhat of a confirmation that he liked hearing from you.

“I know it’s late, Su. I’m having trouble sleeping and, well, I thought maybe calling up my favourite person might cheer me up a little.”

“Cheer? What made you sad??? I’ll fight it. Where’s my bat-”

“Tetsu nO”

“Tetsu yes”

“I suppose you could always just come see me tomorrow, then you can make sure I’m extra happy…. how does that sound?”

“…. perfect. Picking you up 12. Bring coat.”

Before you could respond the line went dead, presumably he’d fallen asleep on the phone and managed to hit the right button. It didn’t matter though. Now you had to stay up all night wondering where the hell he was taking you and which coat you think he’d like the best.

Coming Home (Part Two)

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Pairing: Dean X Reader
Warnings: come cursing, vanilla fluff, non-descriptive smut. 
Summary: Time lapse from when Dean tells you he has enlisted and to when he comes back home.

You forgave Dean, not all the way; just enough to make sure that when he left, he wasn’t leaving with you angry at him. 
You couldn’t be angry with him though, you loved him too damn much and your heart wouldn’t allow it.

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Supernatural is not about romance, only… IT REALLY IS!

I don’t know if someone has already talked about this, but I haven’t read anything similar to what I have to say, so I’ll give it a try.

This morning I was thinking about the show, about Dean and Cas to be more specific (I do that a lot!), and suddenly I wondered: Why is the word “LOVE” being used so much? I have made some connections and, of course, I can be mistaken, but I want to share them with you all.

Do you remember the conversation between the fake Ezekiel and Dean in 9x02?

Zeke!Sam: You were protecting your brother. I am in Sam’s head. Everything he knows, I know. And I know that what you did, you did out of love.

Dean: Yeah, uh, look, Zeke—I’m gonna call you Zeke—I’m not really with the whole, uh, love, and… love.

A lot has been said about why Dean mentioned the word “love” twice. When Zeke said love, he was obviously talking about the love Dean has for Sam, but Dean said “love and… love.” The first one is Sam. Who is the second one? That question matches pretty well the so obviously repeated line “WHO DO YOU LOVE?” in the opening song for season 9 (x). We already know who the first love for Dean is (Sammy), but “who do you love,” Dean Winchester? Who’s the second love in your life?

Then in the season 9 finale, Metatron said this:

“This is a story, […] a marvelous story, full of love and heartbreak and… love.”

Dean and Metatron made the exact same pause “and… love”. The phrase was mentioned again, but this time there was an additional word: “heartbreak”. That might mean nothing, except… if we pay attention to the chorus of the season 10 opening song, we get this:


So… in 9x23, Metatron made a connection to the “love and… love” said by Dean and added “heartbreak” to it, and in 10x01, we hear “heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker.” Not only did we get the heartbreaker (who is obviously Dean because the season opening songs are always describing Dean somehow), but we also got another two additional phrases “dream maker” and “love taker.” And in the same episode, we got Castiel saying this:

“Not all bad comes from it – art, hope, LOVE, DREAMS.”

Thus, in the season 10 premiere we got the “dream maker, love taker” and suddenly, we also got someone who mentioned dreams and love… someone who is not supposed to experience those emotions because they are “human things.” And what’s the most interesting part? After Cas said dreams, we immediately got Dean’s face on our screen.  

FULL CYCLE. We started with Dean and went back to him.

In case we were not sure the “dream” reference was totally about Castiel, in episode 10x02 we got a little girl asking him, “Did you have a good dream?” Two episodes in a row using the word “dream” around Cas when we know there’s a “heart breaker, dream maker, love taker” somewhere. How much more obvious can they get? And of course, Cas answered that he can’t dream, because of course he can’t. The kind of dreams he has, the kind of dreams (hope and love) someone has awaken in him are human emotions given to him by a human. “He’s in love… with humanity” as Metatron would say. Though Metatron himself later corrected this and said that everything Cas did was “about saving one human”, “to save Dean Winchester.” That’s not even subtext! All that is canon!

In case we were not sure the “heartbreaker” reference was totally about Dean, also in episode 10x02 we got a brokenhearted Crowley looking at his selfie with Dean while a song is playing. What does the song say?

“Hey there lonely girl, lonely girl, let me make your BROKEN HEART like new.” (x) I don’t even think I need to explain this anymore. It’s so obvious it really hurts my brain.

What can we expect from now on?

Well, we already know Dean needs Castiel (season 8 established that very clearly with all the I need you’s we got from Dean). Now we are learning what kind of love Cas has for Dean (clue… “He’s in love”). We just need Dean to reciprocate, to be the “love taker.” I’m just going to add here the definition of taker: “Someone who takes or receives something; someone who accepts an offer.” That means Dean-many-issues-I-hate-myself-Winchester might at some point take, receive, accept love that is being offered to him. Who is the one feeling/offering that love? I think that everybody and their mother knows that it’s a certain angel of the Lord.

I’m completely sure that Dean and Castiel are endgame. The Carver era made us a promise since season 8. We just need to be patient. What was the promise? Go back to episode 8x07 and listen to the song playing when Dean was driving and saw Cas for the first time in season 8 (not in a flashback but the real Cas, walking on the side of the road). When you rewatch that part, you will hear this:

“We gotta get out of this place if it’s the last thing we ever do. We gotta get out of this place… Girl, there’s a better life for me and you.” (x)

So… if it’s the last thing they EVER do, I’m sure there’s a better life for Dean and Cas somewhere down the road. That’s their endgame. That’s the promise we were given a long time ago. It might take a couple more seasons, I don’t know, but I’m sure we’re heading somewhere.

Everything to me

SPN Writing Challenge | @thing-you-do-with-that-thing vs. loracine (couldn’t tag her so I linked sorry!)
Prompt: Say it Right by Nelly Futado
Pairing: Destiel
word count: 1400ish
Tags/Warning: Well destiel kiss (if that is a warning?), fluff, angst, low self worth

A/N:  This is my first destiel fic so judge kindly! Also please remember this is not how I see Cas at all. It is written from his POV so this is how he thinks of himself! 


Castiel had managed to sneak away from the others and he found himself wandering the halls of the bunker. He felt alone. It wasn’t like Lucifer had been the best “roommate,” but he hadn’t been alone in his own head for a long time. For a long time he had not had to think about himself or how lost he felt. How at fault he was for everything that had happened to the world. To the Winchesters. To Dean.

Somehow that was where Castiel found himself. In Dean’s room. He had not thought about where he was heading – he had just been walking. Guilt ridden and scared for the world. He had yet again failed. He had let Lucifer in and still the world was ending. He had thought he could be useful for once but again he had failed. Just like he had failed at everything else he had attempted since he rescued Dean from hell.

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It is difficult to take care of Dean.

He is always ready to take care of everyone else - he gives Cas massages after a long day, cooks his favourite meal when he’s feeling down, cuddles him when he’s upset.

He’s the same with his friends and family, especially his younger brother.

But when it comes to himself, he’ll barely allow his boyfriend of three years to cook for him when Dean said he would, no matter how tired and beaten he comes home.

Cas yearns to show him how much he means to him, to reciprocate the little gestures that always lighten up his day, but Dena always turns away, mumbling stuff like “Not a girl” or “No need to treat me with kid gloves, I’m fine”.

How Dean can consider getting spoiled a girl thing and accept certain of their activities in the last three years, Cas doesn’t know.

Dean is the perfect boyfriend.

Except for the part that he doesn’t let be Cas just as perfect in return.

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SPN June Writing Challenge


Summary: Taking place around season 9, Castiel leaves the bunker due to Deans demands. Even though he feels alone, he is surprised when you come knocking. You can’t leave him alone, you know better. An angel without grace is just a human. Knowing Castiel struggles with human tradition, its only rational for you to stick with him and help him in his times of need.

Word Count: 3,863

Warning: smut, fluff

Challenge topic: “Did you follow me here?”


“Did you follow me here?” Cas’s voice was weak with a sense of worry.

“Well, yeah. You kind of just left without saying goodbye,” a small smile appearing on your lips. You loved Cas; you were drawn to him.

“Why are you here, (y/n)?” his tone was edgy and clipped now; pulling his features together in attempted annoyance. Your shoulders slummed as he gave you the cold shoulder. He had a reason to be upset, but his fight was with Dean. You had no control over the bunker, the brothers just let you stay there.

"Just because Dean kicked you out, that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be there for you,” with hurt clear in your words, you watched him curiously. The former angel had always been kind to you; he never once was hateful and his attitude now, was unsettling.

“You need to go home,” his eyes had softened as he took in your wounded glance, but his tone was all the same.

“The angels are after you, they could kill you Cas. You’re not going to go through this alone. You have been with us for years, saving our asses; I don’t know what the hell has got into that damn Winchester.” you sigh, shaking your head in disappointment.

“He’s watching out for you and Sam. Im a danger to be around right now. You need to go back, get as far away from me as you can,” his chest felt heavy and you could tell he didn’t mean it. He wanted you there, and he hated himself for being so selfish. You always had a way of comforting him; your presence kept him at ease and at the rate things were going, he really needed you. But he also needed you to be safe and while being around him, that wasnt an option; he wasnt going to risk it.

“You’re being hunted. You and I both know that, but your an idjit if you think I’m not going to stand by your side. Were going to fight this and were going to fight together. Im not leaving at a time where you need me most; I’m going to do everything I can to keep you safe.” you sounded appalled so he would get the hint. As he stood in front of you, his chest exhaled to produce a dramatic sigh before his shoulders slumped.

”(y/n) if you think you owe me-“ he began softly, but now you were getting upset.

“No! This is not about settling a debt! Its the fact that your family Cas, and even though Dean seems to be out of the game right now, Im not. I don’t give up on family, I don’t push family away; they’re all i have left and I’m going to do everything in my power to protect my family because I care!” your voice raised along with your blood pressure. You didn’t understand why he couldn’t see the big picture.

“You don’t think I want the same thing?” the question barely audible, his head turned to the side as his brows drew together.

“You’re pushing me away right now, just like Dean.” your volume didn’t decrease.

“I want you safe and if that makes me like Dean…” he trailed off at a loss for words.

“You don’t get it Cas. If my options consist of my safety or having the chance to save you, I’d go with the latter,” you hiss. Crossing your arms, you faced the ground as tears began to pool in your eyes. This had been a long time coming; a conversation you had done your best to steer clear from until now. You felt him step toward you, but you didn’t even try to move; the tears slipping from your eyes and the hurt inside, overpowered you.

“(y/n),” he whispered to you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. The soft, caring tone he normally held for you was back. As his fingers gently lifted your chin to meet your gaze, his attention was instantly drawn to the tears streaming down your face.

“Have you ever watched Lilo & Stitch?” your voice quivered lightly as you tried to get a grip on the situation. You had never cried in front of him before but you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You were in love with him and you would be damned if you kept it to yourself any longer; especially when the angels were on his ass and you weren’t sure how much time you had left. He watched you, eyes holding complete concern; it took him a while before he shook his head, responding with a no.

"Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind,” you sigh, stepping forward to pull him in for a hug. "Im with you in this, Cas. You can try to shake me if you want, but I’m not going anywhere. Let me take care of you; just like all of those times you took care of me. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you; I realize my life is on the line and if thats the price it takes for me to stay and be here with you, then so be it. The world is a huge place for a human; its corrupt, distraught, and faulty and I will not leave you to face it alone.” He stood frozen as your words came crashing in. His blue eyes becoming glassy with their own tears as he wrapped his arms around you, reciprocating your hug. As he incased you, your arms held on tighter; pulling him closer.

“I love you,” you whispered, tears fell from his blue orbs as you made the confession. “So if you think I’m going to sit back and play it safe in the confines of the bunker while you’re out here struggling and fighting for your life, you’re wrong.” The both of you remained silent for a moment before you pulled back a little.
“I don’t know how I made it without you before we met,… but what I do know…” you lift your hand to wipe a tear from his cheek.
“is that I can’t make it without you now; I need you Cas. Without you, Im already dead.” You rested your head back on his shoulder, face snuggling into the crook of his neck, arms wrapping around his torso once more. You heaved a sigh of relief as he made no point to push you away from him. His grip on you tightened, holding you to him securely. You closed your puffy eyes and listened to his heart beat; the clear rhythm and the warmth he radiated made you sleepy.  After a while, he shifted and lifted your head; placing a kiss to your forehead before resting his own. His blue orbs consuming your view, but you felt a smile tug on his lips

“I love you too,” he admitted, eyes looking away as his cheeks flushed. You found yourself smiling, moving your hands up to the nape of his neck; fingers entwining in his unruly, dark, messy hair. Without warning, he closed the small distance. His lips gentle against your own, moving softly in rhythm together. Your hands pulled his neck to you; even though you were touching, you weren’t close enough. Your tongue swept across his lower lip waiting and begging for entrance. He fought dominance with you, but gave in quickly. Pulling you closer to him, you felt the bulge in his pants and he let out a groan when you pulled away.

“(y/n),” his eyes were closed, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath and protest against the separation.

“Perhaps we could finish this inside?” your voice wasnt above a whisper, the seduction seeping through. His eyes shot open in an instant as he mulled you over, searching for any sign of hesitation within your being. Nodding his head, he let you into the room; closing the door behind him before trailing you to the bed. Staring down at the sheets, you thought over what came next. You were about to have the moment with Cas that you had long been fantasizing about for years.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We don’t have to rush,” he offered as your back was still turned to him. You shifted around quickly, explaining yourself.

“Believe me, I want to,” you let out a laugh, looking away from him as your face heated. He turned his head quizzically, brows furrowing as you filled the few steps you had between him.
“I have wanted you for a long time.” Slipping your hands around his neck, his arms tangling around your back to seclude distance, both of you meeting in the middle to continue the kiss.

Cas moaned into your mouth as you ran a hand down his torso, his breath hitching as you palmed him through his pants. His hands traveled up the back of your neck, fingers twisting in your hair as you continued to rub him. Your tongues moved together in rhythm, the noises slipping from him only made you want more. While your lips moved together in rhythm, you tugged him by the shirt and filled the distance between the bed. Before you could push him onto the mattress, Cas lifted you and laid you down first; gently sliding over you as he pinned you between him and the bed. A moan escaped your lips at his forwardness and your hands moved up to tangle in his hair. Your legs twisted around his torso; pulling him closer to your aching core. As his hips rubbed against yours, Cas let out a groan and you could feel his growing bulge. It was time for the clothes to come off.

While moving your hands down his body, towards his waist, his lips left yours and continued to trail down your jaw; slowly making his way to your neck. You struggled to unbutton his pants, the pressure in your core rising as he began to nip and suck where his lips traveled over your sensitive skin. A whine escaped your mouth and Cas pulled away, checking you over to make sure he hadn’t hurt you.

“I can’t get the damn things off,” you tried to seem upset, but a laugh slipped through your growing smile. Why couldn’t you just undo the damn button. A smile began to appear on his face as he acknowledged the fact; rolling over on his side, he quickly moved to remove his pants. As soon as they were unbuttoned, you moved and towered over him; a devilish smile adorning your lips. Slipping one leg over him, you positioned yourself on top; his eyes watching your every move. Leaning down, your lips met with his once more before your fingers lifted the helm of his shirt; in a quick motion, the first item of clothing was cast down to the floor. As your eyes wandered his tone, muscular, tan chest, a hum vibrated from your chest; the noise eliciting arousal, Cas’s eyes were lust blown. He wanted to be in control, but at the same time, he enjoyed the noises that escaped your mouth as you explored him.

With gentle force, you pushed him to where he was laying down; your figure looming over him. Giving him one last kiss, you smiled and began to trail your way down. Just like he had done, you nipped and sucked his skin on your way down; earning small moans from him as you found his sensitive areas. When you reached his happy trail, you peaked up at him; his features contorted of pure bliss and relaxation as you moved over him. Tugging at his jeans, he lifted his hips to help you rid them; pushing them down past his ankles, he kicked them off the rest of the way. Moving down towards the end of the bed, you sat up on your knees; eyes roaming his body and fingers teasing his waist line. You had yet to remove his boxers but his signature had a broadened outline on the material that covered him. His head still rested on the bed as you cupped him. The thin material did nothing to prevent the precum from leaking onto your palm.

Sliding your hand under the waistband, you palmed him again; skin on skin. Your thumb rimmed his tip, spreading the beads to make him slick in your hand. His muscles tensed, he grabbed the sheets and fisted them into his hands once you began pumping him. You smirked at him as you leaned down to take him in your mouth. Perhaps Cas wanted to lead, but you knew he was enjoying you dominate just as much as you were. You had loved him for a very long time and now that you were finally able to have him, you weren’t going to let it go by unnoticed; everything you had ever wanted, he was about to feel everything that you had felt.

As your tongue swirled over him, a whine escaped his lips; his hands moving and fingers weaving into your hair. You took as much of him as you could, your hand doing the rest while the other fondled him. As you sucked him, bobbing your head up and down his length, his hips bucked in rhythm; groans escaping his chapped lips and he began whispering your name. Honestly, his cries were enough to get you off but you needed him. He began to quiver; his length convulsing. Pulling away with a pop, Cas let out a groaning protest; you hadn’t let him finish.

“(y/n),” his blue orbs searched you; trying to gauge if he had done something wrong. Instantly, your lips crashed into his; his eyes closing as he lost himself within your clutches. His hands traveled over; exploring as he removed your clothing. Like his, your shirt came off first followed by the bra. When he took off your pants, he didn’t hesitate with the panties either. Flipping you over, him on top, his fingers trailed down your waist. He began teasing you, running his finger over your slit but not committing to penetrate.  It wasnt too long before his thumb was circling your clit in slow, tantalizing motions; slipping two of his long fingers inside you, curving them as he pulled them out and pushing back in. Just like you had done to him, he had you going. Your hands gripped his biceps, moaning softly as your hips met his rhythm. It wasnt long before you could feel yourself getting close, considering you had been on edge for a while now. As your muscles began to contract, he removed his fingers from your slick slit. Before you even had time to protest, his lips were on yours; your arms tangled around his back as he lined up with you, your legs pulling him closer.

“So beautiful,” he whispered into your ear, slowly slipping inside you inch by inch. He waited until you adjusted to him before he pulled out. Pushing back in, in the same slow manner, he began a soft steady pace. You wanted for him to speed up, but at the same time it was perfect; everything was perfect. This is what you had wanted. You wanted the angel, you wanted him to love you as you did him and here you were; the both of you lost in the moment as you were consumed in each other. Cas was slowly making love to you, doing everything he could to make it last longer; neither of you wanting it to end. From the previous activities, it didn’t take long before you were both close to losing it. Cas was throbbing and your muscles were convulsing. Each cry of the others name sending you closer and closer.

“(y/n), I’m close,” he grunted. You hummed in response and he moved his hand down to circle your clit. As soon as he grazed your bulb, your back was arching as you let loose; your orgasm taking over your senses. Cas filled you not long after; his hips continued, riding the both of you through your orgasms.

He softened inside you, but he remained on top; his forehead resting on your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. Your hands were still on his back; as you came to your senses you realized your fingernails had been digging into his skin. He didn’t move; didn’t say anything. He just stayed positioned over you, head resting on your shoulder, for a very long time; you began to think he regretted the whole thing.

“Cas-“ you shifted slightly, your voice shaky. What if he had regretted it? What if he didn’t enjoy it like you had? What if he didn’t want you?

“Im in love with you,” he whispered, not bothering to lift his head to meet your gaze. A smile tugged your lips.
“and it terrifies me.” he finished. The smile that was held on your features began to fade.

“Cas?” you tried again but this time it was in a different manner. What did he mean by that? He buried his face deeper in your neck as you said his name. Your hands moved up to his head, your fingers lifting so you could meet his gaze. Tears glossed in his orbs, he was looking down, not bothering to meet your gaze. Sliding your fingers into his hair, he moved into your touch as a tear fell onto your naked form.
“Cas,” you repeated, trying your best to get him to explain. What was paining him so much?

“Ive messed up. I do things and I always screw up,” he began shaking his head, lifting himself off of you so he could sit up.

“But you meant well,” you try to reason, sitting up with him. “Castiel, your intentions were to be helpful-“

“They don’t see it that way. Nobody sees it that way but you,” he finally met your gaze; your heart shattered as you looked into his blue saddened eyes.
“They don’t care of what I intended; they only care about what happened. The angels are looking for me,” he hesitated, “and when they find me…” he trailed off.

“They will have to go through me,” you cleared, no joking relevant in your voice. He watched you for a moment before looking away, shaking his head.

“Thats not going to happen. Your not going to be here.” he tried to conclude. Your brows furrowed and you crossed your arms, keeping the sheet above your chest.

“The hell I’m not!” your voice raised at him. Before you could continue, he spoke ahead.

”(y/n) they will use you to get to me. Once they find out what you are and how much you mean to me, they’re not even going to hesitate. They will torture you and they will do it while I’m watching just so they can try to prove their point. I will not stand for that.” His response left you speechless. He didn’t want anything to happen to you, but what you didn’t realize was you didn’t want anything to happen to him either.

“Well I’m not going any where.” you cleared.

”(y/n),” he tried to fight your answer.

“Stop trying to reason with me, Cas. I’m not going back to the bunker, I’m not going anywhere period. I’fm staying right here next to you whether you want me here or not.” Your tone seemed to push him back and fill him with unease.

“Of course I want you here. Its just not safe.” his voice was low and filled with defeat. His chest fell and his shoulders slumped.

“I realize that, so stop pushing me away. I know your scared. Hell, i am too; but I’m not leaving you. Your stuck with me.” you sat up and moved closer to him. He wouldn’t meet your gaze so you cuddled into him instead.
“I love you and you love me. I want you safe and you want me safe. The only logical reasoning is to be together and look out for one another. Its you and me against the world; just like Sam and Dean. Whatever it is that we have to do in order to survive, then thats what we’ll do.” His eyes leveled with yours and you could tell he was having a battle of contradiction between happiness and worry.

"I can’t protect you like I could when I had my grace,” the worry seeped through his tone. Giving him a warm, comforting smile, you pulled him in tighter.

“Angel or not, I love you. You’re the same assbutt that I’ve been in love with since forever and I know if something ever does happen, your not going to let anything happen to me; and I’m not going to let anything happen to you. If and when the time comes that something does occur, we’ll know what to do and if we don’t, then well figure it out.” you could tell he was accepting your admittance. You had won with flying colors; you weren’t going anywhere and he wasnt going to make you leave. His arms tightened around
you, pulling you in as close as possible; cradling you from the world. Protecting you. After a long while, he finally spoke up.

“Will you promise me one thing?” Lifting your head, you met his gaze awaiting his response.
“If something does happen to me, promise me you won’t do anything irrational.”

“Cas,” you sighed.

“Im serious,” he held no humor in his tone or features.

“And I’m not going to make a promise I can’t keep. You would do the irrational thing if something happened to me.” The former angel sighed, coming to terms that you were as hard headed as you were human. You noticed the worry that still contaminated his thoughts and you sat up, placing a kiss on his lips.
“Enough about the future, lets focus on now,” you pleaded, poking out your lip in attempt for him to succumb.

“Okay,” he sighed and it made you perk up a little. His stomach growled and you felt it rumble against your side.

“Alrighty then,” you giggled, “how about we get some food? I think we worked up an appetite, don’t you?” you teased him and a smile lit up his lips.

“Oh, I think were going to work up a lot of appetites.” he smirked before crashing his lips on yours. Perhaps the future was a complete mystery. There were things you weren’t sure of, but what you did know was that, Cas was Cas and you were you. The both of you loved one another dearly and nothing was going to get in the way of that. Whatever obstacles were to come, you would face them together. Talking to Dean, sooner rather than later, would be one of the first things to do. You and Cas would definitely be safe in the confines of the bunker, but you weren’t going back without him; you weren’t going anywhere without him.

Written (aka, finished, because I’m a lazy bum and have had this in my drafts since July) for @destieldrabblesdaily ‘s awesome fanfic promo contest. Inspired by true events; thanks to Blaine, who will hopefully never see this ever, for sharing such a cute story with me to begin with. 

“I think my brothers and sisters were right.”

The words are spoken softly, almost to the point where Dean doubts they were meant for him to hear. But when he looks up from the bandage he had been carefully wrapping around the angel’s forearm, he finds soft, blue eyes locked with his own.

Dean looks at him for a long moment, uncomprehending. He doesn’t know what could have even brought this on; the hunt they just finished was nothing special, save for the fact that Cas nearly got his arm torn off to block a wendigo from ripping out Dean’s throat, and had been completely free of aforementioned brothers and sisters.

Dean was pissed that Cas had gotten hurt for him, of course, and had made damn sure the angel knew that on their drive back to the motel—but in itself, that reaction is hardly a surprise. He doesn’t like it when Cas gets hurt at all, let alone for him. Not after all these years, all they’ve gone through. Not when Cas’ grace isn’t even present enough to stave off the need to sleep, most of the time. He’s not even strong enough to heal, which is why he’s currently sitting on the foot on the bed with Dean kneeling in front of him, playing doctor.

But then, Dean thinks, maybe that’s what the problem is here.

The angels have said a lot of things over the years, after all, and not many of them were good.

“Like hell they are!” he snaps, aware that the response—and the anger—is a bit belated. But Cas can’t actually think— He can’t think that. Right? God, it’s so untrue it hurts. “Those asshats don’t know what the hell they’re talking about, Cas, and they never will, you hear me? Nothing they could possibly say means shit. You got hurt? So what?”

Fear flashes through Cas’ eyes, the skin around them tightening ever so slightly as he leans to put what additional distance he can between them. Dean doesn’t understand where it came from, but he sure as hell knows he doesn’t like it. It only serves to incite more outrage, and he keeps his hand tight around Cas’ wrist in a grip that would probably leave bruises, were he human.

Completely human, and not this half-fallen, wingless thing he’s become, his grace all but used up.

Dean barrels on, heedless. He needs Cas to know.

“You got yourself hurt to save me. And if you ask me, I’d say that’s pretty damn great of you. Your brothers and sisters say you’re useless, that you’re broken, or—or expendable, or whatever else? Fuck ‘em. You aren’t. You hear me? What the hell would even make you think that they could be right? Do you not know just how important you are?”

There’s more that Dean can say. There’s probably an infinite amount more that Dean can say, on a subject such as this one. Before he can continue on with his rant, however, the angel interrupts him, expression shifting from fear to confusion and something warmer that Dean doesn’t dare to put a name to.

“No, not about—that’s not what they’re right about, Dean.”

Dean frowns, because if not that, what else could Cas possibly think those dicks with wings are right about? That is, until a hand tentatively comes to rest over his own, gently urging his hold to relax. Cas’ eyes aren’t totally free of fear, but that too warm thing is impossible to miss, and that’s what gets to Dean, even as it makes him fearful, in turn. The fight leaves him in an instant, the winds going from his sails.

Cas smiles at him just slightly, a thanks for reining in his temper.

“They were right about me being in love with you.”



It clicks into place all at once.

He has this weakness. He likes you.

You know, the one in the dirty trench coat, who’s in love with you.

When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost.

For a long moment, all Dean can do is stare, struggling to process this new information.

Cas, meanwhile, starts to retreat in on himself, taking Dean’s silence for rejection. His hand slips away from the hunter’s, leaving it feeling so empty it aches, and—

No. This is not how this is going.

Dean practically lunges forward to reclaim the angel’s hand and—well. Apparently his brain misses the memo that that’s far enough, because the next thing he knows, his lips are pressed firmly against Cas’.

Beneath him, instead of reciprocating, the angel goes frighteningly still.

It has Dean second guessing himself, and he pulls back, his stomach dropping. But he couldn’t have misread this. Right? There’s literally no possible way he misread this, Cas just said

He doesn’t get farther than a few centimeters away, his nose brushing against Cas’, before a lightning-fast hand fists in the back of his hair and pulls him right back into place.

And Dean?

Dean can get on board with that.

He pushes further into Cas’ space to deepen the kiss, practically crawling onto the angel’s lap—where he still sits at the foot of the bed—in order to accomplish it. The injuries that they each bear from the hunt go forgotten, and in that instant, all that matters is that they get closer to one another, to prove that this is really, truly happening.

Dean finally has to lean away to breathe some time later, something Cas seems indifferent to, if the way he automatically tries to follow after Dean’s lips is any indication. A small sound of disappointment escapes the angel as Dean pulls away to peer into hooded eyes which are undeniably full of awe. The sight makes his heart beat impossibly faster in his chest. Years of crushing on his angel or not, this isn’t something he ever expected to get to see.

Cas’ tongue swipes out over his lips, eyes dropping to Dean’s own mouth for a moment before darting back up to meet the hunter’s gaze. His fingers are still threaded through Dean’s hair, holding him firmly in place. “Judging by your reaction,” he says, sounding more breathless than he looks, “I would surmise that this is not a bad thing?”

“Uh, no. Not at all.” Dean chuckles and dips his head to touch his forehead to the angel’s, feeling sheepish. “Everything else I said about your brothers and sisters totally stands, but—maybe some of those comments weren’t misplaced. I—I feel the same.”

The smile that that earns him is blinding, and the quick kiss that is pressed to his lips is equally wonderful. “That’s very good to know,” Cas says, knocking their foreheads together again. He scratches lightly at the back of Dean’s head, drawing a shiver out of the man. “And thank you, Dean. For the rest of that. I appreciate the sentiment.”

Dean nods, eyes flicking away for a second in embarrassment. “I mean it, you know,” he replies. “Just because I—you know. That’s not the only reason. You’re important to me, but you’re also just… important.” He huffs a bit and adds, fully aware that he’s echoing himself from years prior, “I need you, Cas.”

Cas’ breath audibly catches, and his widen like this is the answer to some great puzzle. He kisses Dean again, tenderly this time, and with tears shining in his eyes. He holds the hunter close, and says against his lips, “I love you, Dean Winchester.”

Dean grins, feeling a bit like he’s going to cry. Maybe for once in his life, something can just be easy.

“I love you, too.”

Request: Nephilim

Request: If you’re wanting a fic request… Sam x Reader in which the reader finds out she’s a nephilim in the middle of a hunt with the boys (wings just appearing, possibly painfully). She’s pretty terrified of it and goes into a bit of a shock. Reassurances are needed.
Word Count: 1,196
Here it is, hope you like it! Thanks!<3

“I’ll take the side door, you two get in from the back.” You hiss, pressing your back further into the wall and willing the shadows to shield you from the sight of the prowling demons.
“Will you be okay on your own?” Sam asks – you can’t see him, but his hand closes around your wrist to stop you from running off without a plan. You nod, but then realise he can’t see you.
“I’m fine,” You murmur, “See you ‘round the other side?”
“Okay. Stay safe.”
Soft lips press to your forehead and Sam squeezes your wrist before letting you go. Engaging maximum stealth mode, you launch yourself over to the other side and start moving toward the door. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the guys begin to move, and you make for the door.
The cry of a victim both startles you and spurs you on, bringing to mind the desperation of the situation.
You haven’t had a hunt as big as this in a while – you were on the brink of calling more hunters in for backup, but time was of the essence and you decided just to make a move. A load of demons are collaborating with vampires – meatsuits and blood. Plus a nice, healthy dose of murder. There’s that, too.
You reach the door without much trouble and give it a moment, pressing your ear to the metal to listen for a moment. Then, you burst inside.
Blood is smattered everywhere over the dim room and bodies – some more alive than others – are tied to various objects – poles, chairs, anything the demons could find. Eyes cling to you but you press a finger to your lips, melting into the shadows and slipping through the room.
You hear the door open on the other side of the room and roll your eyes – sometimes, the guys just don’t know how to be sneaky. When there’s a scuffle, you break into a run and pull out your angel blade – Cas gave you it a few months back and you’ve never stopped owing him.
“Sam!?” You yell, nearly slipping on blood, “Dean?!”
“Y/N!” Sam’s voice comes from over the room – how did they move so fast? It’s like they teleported. And then, “Don’t come over here! Get outta here, Y/N!”
And he’s cut off, silenced by whatever force has him. You hear a cry of pain from Dean and yell out.
“I’m coming!” You have to leap over a body (it still moans in pain, you’ll figure it out later) but you get to them. The two of them are being held against a wall by an invisible force, and blades are positioned, floating by their throats.
Angel blades?
“Y/N. It’s good to know you’re safe and well.”
“Excuse me?” You demand, whirling in the darkness. A figure stands directly behind you – a man, clad in a spotless suit. He smiles.
“We’ve been watching you for a long time.”
“That’s creepy.”
“Oh, no. We’ve been keeping you safe, ready for the day we can bring you home.”
“Home?” You demand, “What the hell do you mean, home?”
“Y/N, have you never noticed? Never known you were different?” He asks, taking a step towards you, “Strange things happen around you?”
“My job is dealing with strange things.” You say, but your voice is shaky.
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
You nod reluctantly. The guys, quiet until now, start speaking.
“Y/N, what the hell is going on?” Sam asks, at the same time as Dean adds,
“Don’t listen to him!”
The man steps forward into a thin shaft of light and smiles, “Y/N, you’re one of us. Our blood runs in your veins, you are nephilim.”
The last word is but a whisper, but it echoes in your mind again and again and again.
“N-nephilim?” You murmur.
“Half angel, half human.” Sam says quietly, and you can’t bring yourself to tell him to shut up. It hardly matters, though, because the man grins, distracting you.
“Let’s put this to the test, eh?” He offers, and suddenly, the blades pointed at Sam and Dean are retreating – and then, all too quickly, flying forward once more. You fling out your hand and launch yourself towards them but the silver deflects, easily avoiding the guys pinned to the wall. At the same moment, they’re freed, able to stand on their own feet and walk about.
You back away from them and from the angel, half expecting to stand on a body – but when you look back, the room is totally empty apart from the four of you. No bodies or blood or gore.
“Explain. Now.” You hiss, and the angel smiles too easily.
“You’re born of angel and human. What else is there to it?”
“Well, for one, why the hell are we here, where are the demons, where are the bodies, where is everything that was here five minutes ago?”
“You’re here because we needed you here. We can’t track you ourselves, thanks to those sigils Castiel so helpfully carved into your ribs. We had to lure you in. Those people never existed, nor were they injured. No pain.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“As much as you would like to believe it not to be, Y/N, it is true.”
You’re silent the whole way back to the motel, going over it in your head. Nephilim. Nephilim. Half-angel. Half-human. Nephilim.
Once you finally get there, Dean takes first shower and you sit on the bed, staring at the wall. Sam sits down beside you.
“Are you okay?”
“Not really.” You admit, and he sighs.
“What is it that’s bothering you?”
“Did you miss that whole thing back there?” You ask, more snappily than you’d intended.
“No. But I don’t see why you’re quite so upset. You’re still you. Nothing’s changed.” He says honestly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. You don’t resist, but you don’t reciprocate either.
“But it has. I’m not ever properly human, Sam. It’s not right. I’m- I’m an abomination!” He stiffens, arm tightening slightly.
“Don’t you dare ever say that about yourself,” He whispers, “Don’t you dare because you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t care what you are, you’re you and I love you.”
“I don’t see how that changes anything.”
“It changes everything. You know why?” When you shake your head, he goes on, “Because it’s the only thing that changes here. You have a new label to stick on yourself. You’re incredible and rare and a gem amongst stone. You’re a good person.” He promises, tilting your head up so you look at him, “You’re perfect to me, angel blood or no angel blood.”
You can’t help but smile, “Thank you.” You whisper. In response, he leans down and presses his lips to yours.

What Counts as a White Lie?

Professor Dean Masterlist (I affectionately titled this series, The Lies of Y/N Y/L/N - Dating Your Professor and Lying To All Your Friends but that’s a pretty long title.)

Word count: Nearly 2800

Summary: Some smut with Dean the morning after your first date and a summary of subsequent weeks following, leading up to your lunch with the girls (Charlie & Jess.)

Warnings: Smut, sex, lying to your friends, possibly some slight drama towards the end.

A/N: The next part of this is going to be Halloween themed and come out on Saturday (i.e. Halloween) and I’m super excited!

I’ve started to feel really rude tagging people in it because I feel as though I’m forcing them to read it. I don’t know, just tagging @but-deans-back-tho because I know they mentioned it helping to keep up with series’. But if you want to be tagged in the next part to be alerted about it then just let me know :)

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Dean and Cas had been spending most of their time together these past months, going on hunts and solving cases. Cas had gotten his grace back, yet he still went on hunts with Dean. He didn’t have to, but he wanted to, and for some reason, so did Dean.

Cas wasn’t the best at acting like an FBI or a detective. It, secretly, humored Dean, even if he seemed “annoyed” whenever Cas held his badge upside down, or when he said or asked silly things, Dean smiled on the inside, or maybe he just found his innocence cute.

Dean loved taking Cas out to eat at dinners, when he was human of course. Sam and Dean were always impressed on how many hamburgers he would order and eat. He could have about five easily.

Dean watched him with pleasure as he devoured them with delight, really enjoying them. It reminded him of himself and pie, which Cas liked very much as well.

When Cas got his grace back, Dean missed going out for lunch and watch him eat his hamburgers. Instead it’s just him with a hamburger, fries, a soda, some pie and Sam with a salad and water. It wasn’t the same, but at least Cas was there, that’s what mattered.

Dean wasn’t sure what it was, but something about Cas had him wondering. Wondering about his feelings… He was just so confused. Sometimes when he looked at Cas he felt warmth and happiness, actually, all of the times he looked at Cas he felt that way. He didn’t know what it meant, or he was just too scared to know what it meant. So he avoided thinking about it.

Cas, on the other hand, was clear on his feelings. He had never felt this before. Since the first day he met Dean, he felt something strong and feeling only grew and escalated into something bigger and more profound.

He saved Dean from hell, but Dean saved him as well. He’s taught him so much and he is so grateful for him. He knows he loves him…his feelings grow fonder than mere friendship

He’s never told Dean, of course, or anyone, for that matter. He feels his emotions are better kept to himself. To express them would place their friendship on a tight rope. Sacrificing this, only to fail, would destroy him. Nevertheless, there’s still a slight possibility that these feelings might be requited. He’s seen the way Dean looks at him, and he’s no longer indulging in his infamous one-night stands with random women. It’s as if that doesn’t matter anymore, like he has something better to dedicate his time to.

Right now Dean was at the motel. They were working on another case and Dean sitting on the table with an old rusty book doing some research. Sam had just gone out to get him and Dean some food since Dean kept whining about how starving he was. Cas went to search one of the victims’ houses for any trace of things out of the ordinary which might aid the case.

Dean thought he was taking too long and he was beginning to get a little worried. What if something happened to him? He thinks and then laughs at his own thoughts. “He’s an angel… nothin’ can possibly hurt him…” He says to himself. A flap of wings is heard and Cas is, suddenly, standing behind him. “I appreciate your concern for me Dean, but I’m fine.” Dean jumps in his seat, never getting used to Cas appearing out of nowhere, it always startled him, but he didn’t really care. At least it meant Cas was back.

Dean clears his throat and shifts in his seat. “Were you listening to my…?” “I just heard you as I was arriving.” “Oh, that’s-” Dean turns around, almost falling off his seat when he sees Cas.

“What the hell?!” The look on his face was priceless.

Cas furrows his face in confusion. “What is it Dean?” Dean stays speechless for a second, open mouthed. “I can- I can see your freggin’ wings!” This was too unexpected for him. “Why the hell can I see your wings, Cas?”

Cas looks down thinking for a moment. “Impossible..” He whispers. “What is it? Why can I see your wings man?!” Cas looks up again. “Dean… Are you sure your seeing my wings?” His face serious. “Uh.. OF COURSE I CAN. THE’RE HUGE! Why is this happening?”

He stared at the huge black wings that folded behind Cas, freaked out yet at the same time he admired them. They were truly beautiful and majestic.

“Dean, the only ones who can see an angel’s wings are other angels…” “Well, as far as I’m concerned I’m no angel so what the hell?” Dean got up from his chair as he stared at Cas. “There is one way a human can see an angel’s wing, but it’s just a myth. It’s never happened before and no angel has ever believed it.” Dean looks in disbelief and suddenly asks"What is it?“ Cas sighs and looks down as he clenches his jaw. He wasn’t sure if he should say it… "Well…?” Dean raises an eyebrow and Cas looks up at him.

“Supposedly, the only way a human can see an angel’s wings is when set human is overly infatuated with set angel and such feelings are reciprocated.” Cas looks down again, sheepishly. Dean sighs in disbelief and laughs nervously. “What…?” He laughs again. “So are you saying….” He points back and forth between Cas and him. “Are you saying we’re…” He was afraid of mouthing the words. “in love…” “I’m afraid so…” Cas says looking at Dean with his head down.

Dean laughs again. “Alright, nice joke. You had me there for a minute.” Dean claps his hands twice and Cas just keeps staring at him seriously. Dean looks at him and wipes the smile off his face when he notices he was dead serious. “This isn’t a joke…” “No, Dean, this isn’t any joke.” It truly wasn’t and much less when he really loves Dean. “You- you love me, Cas…?” Dean walks closer to him.

Cas looks down sheepishly again, fisting his sweaty hands softly due to the nerves. “Cas… You can tell me… I wont judge you…” “I… always have, Dean…” He looks up at him and Dean closes his eyes as he sighs, not knowing how to handle the situation.

Cas could feel Dean’s discomfort and it was making him uncomfortable as well. “It’s just myth Dean. It’s nothing… If you want I’ll go…” He tries reassuring him. Dean looks up at him. He knew this was no myth at all. He knew, as he looked into those blue eyes, that this was real and that he felt the same for him… It’s almost as if Cas’ eyes were dragging him closer, pulling him in. “No, Cas…” He sighs again. “I’m tired of running away from my feelings… ”

He, slowly, walks closer to Cas, standing right in front of him. He looks at him, then to his wings wanting to feel them. He, carefully, reaches a hand out and places it over his smooth feathers.

As his fingers roam the softness of his wing, he can feel the connection steeping deeper between them. Cas’ wing shakes gently. “That tickles.” Dean looks at him and laughs. “Sorry, I just wanted to…” He takes his hand away. “They’re just so awesome…” He smiles and stays looking at Cas. “Thanks.” Cas slightly blushes. He stays staring at him. His smile fades as his eyes travel down to his chapped lips.

His mouth is no longer in the form of a grin as he leans forward, parting his lips only looking to Cas as a form of assurance. His glare is returned with Cas’ smiling eyes and, finally, their lips touch, making everything around them worthless compared to the moment they were currently sharing.


topaz-ii-deactivated20161101  asked:

Um you made a post about Crowley being stabbed in the heart and I agree but I don't know how so I was wondering if you could explain it to me? If you're not busy, I mean...

Short answer: Crowley is terribly, wholly infatuated with Dean in a way that’s unbefitting any demon, much less the King of Hell, but Dean does not reciprocate the feeling.

Long answer: Here follows a lot of rambling about Crowley’s developing relationship with the Winchesters and me trying to unravel some of the nonsensical turns it’s taken.

His fixation on the Winchesters has been haltingly growing since season 5. In the beginning they were a means to the end of defeating Lilith and Lucifer so that he could a) not be smished by his vengeful archangel boss and b) become first in line for the throne. They were a natural choice for the job since they were the ones who created the power vacuum that allowed Lilith to rise to power when they killed Azazel.

Working with them personally to capture the demon inhabiting Tyson Brady was a means to an end too, and he clearly enjoyed fucking around with the boys along the way. Most of 5.20 was Crowley jerking the Winchesters along on a leash, dancing one step ahead of them, and occasionally reaching back to backhand them just to see the looks on their faces. Things got muddled up from there, though. They’ve gone back and forth between being outright enemies and reluctant allies of convenience for a few years now; the Winchesters have worked with Crowley against other demons and with other demons against Crowley. There’ve been a lot of game-changers along the way, but I think the biggest one so far was 8.23 when they nearly succeeded in making Crowley human. He might have kicked the human-blood-and-feels habit but Crowley hasn’t been the same since his “I just want to be loved” meltdown.

Now season 9 was a bit of a clusterfuck. Wasting Abaddon’s potential by not introducing her soul-milling operations early in the season left a lot of us wondering why in the fuck the Winchesters were still rolling around with Crowley and why Crowley was still cooperating with them — but both those things happened, so here we are. Crowley’s had ample opportunity to kill the Winchesters. It’s not like he has a hard time finding them or that humans are hard to kill. Of course he’d have a grieving seraph and his buddies storming Hell all over again for it but Heaven has been pretty well decimated so that’s not as big a threat as it used to be. By the same token the Winchesters have had ample opportunity to kill Crowley, and through most of the time they’ve known the guy that’s literally been one of their top goals. Yet they keep sparing him. Why? Dean had the First Blade in hand, power coursing through him between it and the Mark of Cain, and Crowley was stuck to a chair or something — but in spite of their explicit intent to kill Crowley too, Dean did no such thing. Why?

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A 'Little' Surprise from 2034

Author: Skylar
Characters: Reader (Y/N), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Mary Winchester (future!daughter)
Paring(s): Reader (Y/N) × Dean Winchester
Word Count: 1,801 
Rating: PG-13 
Warnings: mild language, descriptive kissing scene? (Idk)
Requested by Anon

A/N: I am so so sorry this took so long!! I know, I’m a sloth. Thanks for requesting this lovely idea ^-^ Enjoy, my little Victims!!!


“No, Dean, it’s too risky!” you snap at the eldest Winchester. Crowley was raising Hell, literally, and Dean had come up with some crazy plan to lure him into a trap. “Using Jacob’s journal as bait— what if Crowley somehow gets a hold of it?! He’d have unlimited knowledge about the angels, and all Hell would break loose!”

“I’m just going to use it to get him into a devil’s trap, Y/N! It’s not like I’m just gonna hand it over to him,” he argues.

“But if he does get it, he’ll start another goddamned apocalypse! Oh, but what would I know, I mean, starting apocalypses is your area of expertise,” you sneer.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean barks.

“You know exactl—”

“Guys!” Sam interrupts. “Could you two please stop fighting for like five minutes, please? Let’s figure out this Crowley deal, and then you can go back to bickering,” he says.

“We were talking about Crowley,” Dean retorts, “until she—”

“Hello boys,” a Scottish accent from the corner of the room says, “and Y/N.”

“It’s like Beetlejuice, we said his name too many times,” you quip, making Dean roll his eyes.

“Oh, would you just shut up? You have to have a comment for everything, don’t you?!” Dean complains.

Your jaw drops open. “Me?! You’re the one that—”

“Hate to interrupt your little domestic, but I really don’t think you should be fighting in front of your little one,” Crowley says in a bored tone.

“Little one?” you and Dean ask simultaneously. Both of you look at Sam, who just shrugs in confusion.

“Yes, your daughter,” Crowley smirks. He steps aside to reveal a young girl standing behind him.

“Mom?” she gapes, staring directly at you.

“Wha—? Who, me?” you ask, looking around the room.

“Well, Y/N, you are the only woman in here,” Dean sarcastically replies.

“You know what, Winchester, you can jus—”

“Dad?” the girl interrupts, now looking at Dean.

“Uh, excuse me?” he asks, eyebrow raised. “Listen, kid… I think you’re mistaken,” he starts to say, “I’m not your dad.”

“Well, you both look like my parents. You’re just… younger looking,” the girl continues. “So, you’re not Dean and Y/N Winchester?”

“Wait, what?!” Sam says. “Did you just say Y/N Winchester?” he chuckles.

“Yeah, my mom’s name,” she nods. “And you sure look a lot like my Uncle Sam.”

“What’s your name, kid?” Dean says.

“Mary. Mary Samantha Winchester.”

Dean takes a deep breath. “Uhm… Mary, wha… what year were you born?” he asks.

“2019,” Mary replies. “Why?”

“Because… it’s 2014… and Dean and Y/N are not yet in a relationship,” Crowley says, still smirking.

“Woah, woah, woah! Back up a bit,” you say, trying to register what’s going on. “You’re telling me that I end up marrying that arrogant dickhead—”

“Hey, I can here you, ya’ know!”

“— and we end up having a child together?!” you yell at Crowley.

“Yeah, not much has changed,” Mary mumbles, making Sam laugh. “She still calls him that,” she adds. The younger Winchester laughs harder at that, and smiles at her.

“Crowley, why would you bring her here?” Dean snaps, glaring at the King of Hell.

“Well, I needed some sort of bargaining chip,” he shrugs. “I figured your daughter would do the trick. Now, getting to 2034 was a bit of a hassle, but the Book of Jacob’s findings is worth it.”

“And you think we’re just gonna hand it over to you? Just because you’ve brought us knowledge about a possible future?” you inquire.

“No, but if you don’t give me the journal… I guess I’ll just have to leave her here in 2014. How heartbreaking it will be for you in the future to lose your daughter, just because you did something stupid in the present,” Crowley smirks again.

“This is some kind of trick,” Dean growls. “You’re just trying to manipulate us into giving you Jacob’s research on the angels.”

“This is not a trick, Squirrel. And it’s less manipulation as it is blackmail.”

“You’re lying,” you snarl. You tried to suppress the feeling that the demon may be telling the truth.

In front of you stood a confused, young girl, claiming to be your child. Your child with Dean. Dean Winchester. You had never met this girl before, but you just wanted to go up and hug her. She was beautiful. You had only seen pictures of the former Mary Winchester, but this teen really did resemble Dean’s mother. She had fair skin with freckles, and her hair was a golden blonde. She looked towards you, and you noticed her eyes. Only one person you’d ever known had such beautiful green eyes… Dean. But what really got to you was her nose, ears, and the shape of her mouth. They were the same features you saw in the mirror every day…

“I would never marry Y/N. That’s just wrong,” Dean says, snapping you back to reality. You didn’t know why, but his words hit you like a frieght train. You had never really felt anything towards the eldest Winchester before, except for the occasional drunk flirting match. So, why did your heart squeeze and your breath catch at his words?

Your eyes brimmed with tears, but you refused to let them fall. “Yeah… I would never date that neanderthal,” you shot back, venom in your words.

“Exactly, that’s just gross,” Dean adds, oblivious to your shattering heart. Sam on the other hand was not oblivious. He notices a tear running down your cheek and tries to get Dean to stop.

“Dean, it’s not that weird,” Sam says, “I mean you and Y/N—”

“Would never go out,” Dean says. “That’s disgusting.”

“So, I’m not real? Is that how you feel?” Mary asks.

“I’m sorry, kid. It’s just not possible,” Dean replies, not meeting the girl’s tear filled gaze. You’re heart rate went up and you watched the desperately helpless teenager start to cry. It physically pained you to watch her hurt like this and you were unable to stop your own tears from sliding down your face.

“Aw, Squirrel, look. You’ve made your bride cry,” Crowley annouces in mock sympathy.

“You son of a bitch,” Sam mutters, trying to comfort his crying niece, while looking at you sympathetically.

Dean stares at you in shock. Realization crosses his face as he slowly understands how his words have hurt you. “Y/N…”

You didn’t want his pity. You rush out of the room to your bedroom, hoping no one would follow. Your hopes were, again, ignored as you hear heavy footsteps quickly approaching. Someone knocks softly at your door as you sniffle, holding back sobs. “Y/N?” Dean’s gruff voice says quietly from the other side of the door.

“Go away,” you sob, your voice sounding strangled. “Stay away from me…”

“Y/N, c’mon, open the door. I didn’t mean what I said. I was just… panicking.”

“Panicking at the possibility you’ll end up with me? Panicking at the thought of how disgusting and disappointing I am?” you shoot back angrily.

“You know that’s not what I meant. You know that’s not it…”

“No, Dean, I really don’t know what you meant!” you mutter harshly, opening the door and glaring at him with wet eyes.

“Oh, Y/N…” he sighs. “I didn’t want you to know how I felt about you. I was afraid of what you’d say.”

“You were afraid of telling me that you would ‘never go out with me’? That you think the idea of us being together is ‘gross’ and ‘wrong’?” you question, tears now falling freely.

“No, Y/N… no. I was afraid you’d reject me. I— I love you.”

You could’ve swore you felt your heart stop at his words. You could hear the blood rushing in your ears. You could feel Dean’s heart pound and see the gears turning in his head. You didn’t even register your own movements until your lips were on his.

It just felt… right. But, you quickly realize what you’re doing and push yourself away from him. To your surprize, as soon as the two of you caught your breath and came to your senses, Dean closed the gap between the two of you and started to kiss you again, placing his rough, calloused hands lightly on your soft cheeks. You immediately reciprocated his actions, throwing your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss.

You only broke away when air became a necessity, and Dean rests his forehead on yours, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“So… is it safe to say that you feel the same way?” he chuckles, his signature smirk plastered upon his face.

“I love you, Winchester.”

“Good,” he says, nuzzling your cheek. “But, right now we have a crying teenage daughter and a demon out there… We should probably go take care of that before Sammy has a nervous breakdown.”

“Yeah,” you agree, pulling yourself from his warm embrace.

The two of you jog back to the room you had previously been in, only to find Crowley tied to a chair in the center of the room. You noticed he was now sitting on top of a devil’s trap which was carved into the floor.

“What the…” you start to say. You see Sam and Mary in the corner of the room talking.

“I am perfectly capable of trapping a demon by myself,” Sam quips, turning his attention to his brother and yourself. “I see you two have worked things out,” he adds, noting your entwined fingers.

“Uh, yeah,” Dean replies, wrapping an arm around you. The two of you walk over to the youngest Winchester (which was now Mary, not Sam). “Look, Mary, um, about what I said earlier… I’m really sorry…” Dean apologizes awkwardly.

“Dad, it’s okay,” she says. “And you still suck at apologies, by the way,” she giggles.

“Well, it’s nice to know some things never change,” you chuckle. Without having to ask, as if by a magnetic pull, the two of you step forward to embrace each other in a hug. “I’m pretty lucky if I get to have you as a daughter,” you say, hugging her close. You step back, “Let’s figure out how to get you home, sweetie.”

“Oh, I actually figured out that, too,” Sam smiles proudly. “Cas has time-travel powers, remember?”

“Well, then let’s start prayin’,” Dean says.

*Time Lapse*

Cas was able to take Mary back to 2034, and told you that your future-selves were very relieved she was home safely. You and Dean have decided to start dating (which Sam is absolutely ecstatic about), and Crowley is now contained in the Bunker’s dungeon. Turns out, Dean’s stupid plan didn’t have to be used, and the incident brought you two closer together than the two of you ever could have imagined…

I feel the need to focus on this little moment right here because it fills me with so many emotions: 

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I mean, just look at Castiel’s expression. This moment, to me, is a perfect reflection of all the ways humanity has changed Cas. 

Let me elaborate on a few things that happened before this though: First of all, the fact that Sam has to teach Cas how to return a hug is IMPORTANT on so many levels. 

While it initially seems like a cute little moment which leaves the viewer with the intended “aww, socially awkward cas!” reaction, it also shows how little Castiel used to know about the sheer depth of human emotions and how they can/should be expressed, valued and reciprocated. Sam showing Castiel how to hug and the reaction that follows are subtextually paralleling Cas’ speech from moments before: 

“Being human didn’t just change my view of food. It changed my view of you. I mean, I can relate now to how you feel. […] And now I know what guilt feels like. And I know what it means to feel sorry. […]

You know, old me, I would’ve just kept going. I would’ve jammed that needle in deeper until you died. Because the ends always justify the means. But, what I went through… well, that PB&J, taught me that angels can change […]”

The line “the ends always justify the means” is the one we need to focus on here: because this has, more often than not, been painfully true for the way Castiel made major decisions prior to S9 (the most prominent one being the God stunt in S6/7). That’s not to say Cas didn’t know emotions before but it looks like this is the first time he fully understands how to express and act upon empathy. Pre-human Cas had the bigger picture in mind at all times - he may have felt empathy and concern for others but in a rather subdued way. It was easy for him to push away his own feelings or the wishes of others as long as he was still able to justify the means. 

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Heaven Can't Wait 9.06
So, I’ve been rewatching Heaven Can’t Wait (because I don’t care, I LOVED that episode), and a few things have been standing out to me. The spoken stuff between Dean & Cas wasn’t necessarily overt I LOVE YOU WITHOUT SAYING I LOVE YOU type stuff, but their love and care for each other as well as the tension was there in bucket loads, and not always just in the way Jensen & Misha played it, but also with some of the camera shots. So here goes, a very brief look at the ep to show that this WAS a very Destiel heavy one since I still see some people reading this as a real no homo episode, which I think couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ll start by saying that this is about two people who really do want each other, don’t know the feeling is reciprocated, and are for varying reasons (mainly Dean kicking Cas out) feeling very awkward and unsure around each other.

First off there’s the scene before Dean goes in, when he’s on the phone with Sam. And what is he doing? Just watching Cas. He’s not sitting in the car like he normally would, finishing off the phone call. He’s also taken the time to get changed, cleaned up a bit after seeing the vaporised body. And the music! It’s not exactly the same as S8 when Sam was looking through the window at Amelia, but it’s pretty damn close. It certainly gives the same feel, and that feel is decidedly romantic. Imagine a movie where former lovers are meeting again for the first time in a while - you’ll have a scene almost exactly like this, music and all. It’s been done a hundred times before. Dean just likes watching Cas, seeing what he’s been up to. He needs to psych himself up for this - this is not a situation in which he can just walk in and have it be like it always was. We’ll skip straight to Dean finding out about the date with Nora. Here is what Cas has to say about it:

“Nora … she’s a very nice woman. I’m pretty sure she’s not a reaper intent on killing me. And she’s asked me out. Going on dates. That’s something humans do, right?”

He’s going on the date because he wants to be human. He knows that what your average human does. And remember, he had no idea Dean was going to find him when he accepted the date. Even if he had, would it have made a difference given how hurt & pissed off he was? Probably not. He’s also keeping himself very busy with his work, showing Dean that he doesn’t need him, that he’s making a good go at being human all by himself. Because remember - he still hasn’t exactly forgiven Dean yet. He’s not angry anymore, but anyone who has been dumped will know the feeling of wanting to show the other person how much you don’t need them, even if you do. And it’s all very impersonal - the closest he gets to a real compliment is “She’s a very nice woman”. Not exactly sweep her off her feet type language. He doesn’t seem to really know her at all, but this is what being human is, and he likes her well enough, so why not give it a go? But then Dean gets the phone call after their little conversation, and Cas can’t help but watch:

Even after that, his focus is still on what Dean is doing. They talk, Dean convinces Cas to go with him (and it was a slightly less desperate version of Purgatory’s I’m-not-going-to-take-no-for-an-answer thing). Cas still is showing Dean that he has his own life with responsibilities & he isn’t going to just drop everything to go running when Dean calls. He does still say yes though.

At the scene, Cas is scared, and Dean sees this. It is here, I think, that Dean realises just how much things have changed for Cas. It’s here that he decides that maybe yeah, Cas is better off without him.

I mean, look at his face. That is Dean’s “I’m heartbroken but gotta keep it together, stay strong” face. He is miserable. It hadn’t really occurred to him just how hurt Cas was, and how different everything was. He finally understands what Cas meant back at the Gas-n-Sip when he said “I had nothing”. And he says to Cas to that he’ll take care of it, that Cas doesn’t need to worry. And instead of being relieved, this is Cas’s reaction:

Yes he’s scared, but Dean has also stopped trying to convince him to come along. It’s almost as though he was hoping that Dean would give him the speech again, try everything out to get him to come, but he doesn’t, and so Cas goes along with it because he doesn’t know how to ask.

Fast forward to the next day. Remember, this is after the fight with Ephraim, after Dean has found out what is going on with Cas. Cas has chosen the human life, but he is in serious pain. He is distraught, and isn’t sure how to cope. And this is also after the unexplained night. This is the dreaded adios. Dean tells Cas to go live a normal life, that it isn’t his problem anymore. And Cas is resigned to it. He takes Dean at face value, that because he is scared & has no powers that he can’t really be of any use. And this is his face:

But Dean? He’s not happy about it. He even allows that to show while Cas has his back turned.

And then, as Dean says later, it’s adios. Always the adios. And this is the adios of two people who desperately do not want to be saying it (and indeed, actually don’t say anything at all), but feel they have no choice. They each seem to think that by being apart they are doing the other a favour, when it is clear just by looking that the opposite is exactly the case:

Cas even lingers, as though he’s waiting for Dean to change his mind, hoping that there will be one more “Cas, I can’t let you do this”. But it doesn’t come, and so he turns away, and Dean’s face falls once more, and you can almost feel that dull ache of loss right in his centre.

But it’s the camera work right at the very end of their interaction that really does it for me. Normally, in a romantic movie, when the person is leaving, the one they are truly supposed to be with watches them, and the camera shifts focus to show us this since the one leaving can’t see this. That didn’t happen with Nora, because she was never the one for Cas. Dean though? We do get that. Just briefly, but it is there and it is noticeable.

All of that to me made this one of the most romantic episodes of the season so far, even if it was the separation “I’m doing this for your own good” stage of the relationship, the part that breaks our collective hearts. It was heartwrenching in the extreme, but it is what is going to make the payoff all the more rewarding when they come through it on the other side.

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“The horoscope today said that I would hurt someone I love,” Castiel mentions, nose still pressed into Dean’s hair.

“Cas, I’m trying to sleep,” Dean mumbles back, burrowing himself further in the junction between Cas’ neck and shoulder.

“It got me thinking,” Castiel continues, obviously choosing to ignore Dean’s complaints and carry on with the conversation. It’s not a frequent thing, Castiel wanting to have important, life changing chats in the middle of the night, but its often enough that it fucks up Dean’s body clock as he has to keep himself awake long enough to soothe whatever worries Cas is having. If it were anyone else, Dean would tell them to stuff it and he’d go back to sleep but he can’t do that with Cas, no way.

“You don’t believe in any of that shit,” Dean grunts, pecking Cas on the neck, too tired to move just yet. What Castiel is saying isn’t code red, not yet anyway; it doesn’t scream that Cas is about to have a breakdown. All he’s done is saw some shitty horoscope, which he doesn’t even believe in, spouting off shit, that’s all.

“I know,” Castiel replies, “But..” he kisses the top of Dean’s head and his arms around Dean’s waist tighten, “I’ve decided I’m never going to hurt you again.”

Dean groans and lifts his head to look at Cas’ face, “Are we really going to do this now? At-“ he looks at the alarm clock on their bedside table and he groans again, “3 o’clock in the morning?”

One of Cas’ hands lift to cup Dean’s jaw, thumb brushing against the skin, “I promise Dean, I won’t hurt you again.”

Dean smiles tiredly, “You can’t promise that baby.”

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