The Foundry


“When a crying baby leads to death in a mysterious abandoned house, Mary, Sam and Dean decide to investigate. Meanwhile, Castiel’s hunt for Lucifer leads him, begrudgingly, to partner up with Crowley.“


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honey honey

because I’ve seen so much pointless hate and bitterness today about things that make other people happy. and also because I’ve been listening to abba all afternoon but not the point here may you find joy in this. <3

It’s been a successful hunt. Sam is at the motel, probably fast asleep by now. Dean and Castiel have gone for a beer at the nearest bar. It’s a cheap place, a bit filthy, but the beer’s good enough.

However, in the last ten minutes a new group of guests have been staring at them, whispering, sneering, laughing, pointing. Not just because Dean is holding Castiel’s hand - on the table, no-one will ever make him hide it again - but because of Cas himself. They’re making fun of his coat, or his stiff posture, or the way his sentences are worded carefully, or whatever. Dean doesn’t know what it is about Castiel that they seem to dislike but he doesn’t care about the reason; he’s fuming already, and the next time one of those sons of bitches looks at them, he’ll -

“Dean”, Cas says under his breath and smiles at him. “Ignore them.”

A snicker from the other table. Dean jumps from his chair and turns towards them, but Cas grips his arm, stops him from attacking the strangers. He throws a few coins on the table in lieu of proper payment and starts dragging Dean towards the door.

“Cas, no, they’re not getting away with this!” Dean protests.

“Don’t go wasting your emotion”, Cas replies, stepping outside and pulling Dean with him. The cool air immediately helps him clear his head, and he frowns. Why does that sound so familiar -

“Lay all your love on me”, Cas continues and places a small kiss on Dean’s cheek as they approach the Impala.

Dean groans. “ABBA? Seriously, Cas - ABBA, of all things?” (He blames Sam, or maybe the internet.)

“Don’t go sharing your devotion - ”

Cas, no.

“ - lay all your love on me.” Cas grins at him; all wide, happy smile and teasing blue eyes, and Dean surrenders.

“Well, if you ask me so nicely”, he says and steps closer until Cas’s back is pressed against the car and Dean is practically lying on top of him. They’re closer than they’re ever been outside a shared bed, something their bodies are very aware of. Dean’s mouth is millimetres away from Cas’s when he says, “But no more ABBA, angel.”

Cas’s smile widens. “I can’t help it, Dean. I feel like I wanna sing when you do your - uh - thing.”

The strangers from the bar are long forgotten when the Impala pulls into the motel parking lot much later that night.

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We should just kiss

Summary: Cas is fed up with how his relationship is with the older Winchester and finally does something about it

Words: 732

Dean x Cas

Warnings: none

Notes: based off of this post. I just really wanted to write some destiel fluff :)

Cas looked up from his book as Dean walked in the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The angel smiled at the sleepy man, hair a disheveled mess and robe tied hastily around his waist. “Good morning, Dean.”

“Humph.” Dean grumbled in response and made a beeline for the coffee machine. He grabbed the pot and poured himself a large cup of freshly brewed coffee, sending Cas a mumbled “thanks” as he sat on the other side of the table. Cas sighed and went back to his book, but he couldn’t concentrate on what he was reading anymore. He stared at the hunter from over his book.

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