OKAY BUT THE FACT THAT WHEN HE SAYS “I LOVE YOU” HE LOOKS AWAY AND HE’S ALMOST SMILING.
LIKE HE KNOWS WHO HE’S SPEAKING TO IN PARTICULAR BUT STILL DOESN’T WANT TO SAY IT DIRECTLY.
AND THEN HE LOOKS UP AND HE ADDS “ALL OF YOU” WHICH IS THE TRUTH, BUT IT’S ALSO NOT WHAT HE REALLY MEANT.
I’m going to stab myself and it will be less painful.
Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?
“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here
Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been
ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.
“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back
here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just
the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”
Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay
quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back
in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s
driving him absolutely nuts.
“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the
woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.
She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her
other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in
to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s
“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but
his voice still has a rattle to it.
“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just
like I said before.”
“Well, you don’t look
fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”
Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before
shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t
really matter right now anyway.
“Yeah, see—Sam thinks
so. You should lean back a bit.”
“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”
Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas …
I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”
“I am okay … I
have already told you—”
“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits firmly from the front of the car—glaring at
him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel
and her eldest son.
He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally
understanding that the only one not
fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is,
will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in
Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to
him. “Alright then … better?”
Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”
The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to
trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat
fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit,
man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.
Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following
Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered
mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already
lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the
magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean?
What are you …”
Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in
the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the
black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.
“Hold on … almost …”
Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but
he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!”
he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the
car to see.
Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just
continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that
“Okay, Cas. Your
turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on
“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s
expected to do.
“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long
pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he
doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him
himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had
“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix
this, don’t you?”
Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.
“I am an angel … I
have the power to—”
“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in
And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in
defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims,
quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free
from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on
him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you
snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake
against the angel’s chest.
Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the
car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but
the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the
cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.
The man then stills for some time—never looking away and
holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.
“You see, Dean … I’m
Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly
falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming
torn as to where to look now.
After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out
of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since
they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like
anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of
their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down;
although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which
doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.
Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid
that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like
Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips
one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake
“Ah—jeez, Cas …
you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly
to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.
But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the
worried Winchester—his charge, his
family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re
right. What would I do without you?”
12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.
I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl
Screeching into the Void” because I was so
happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every
moment. I also said this: “I feel like
there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on
it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t
expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and
feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped
in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two
weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an
even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)
But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the
party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when
you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh,
I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if
everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented
Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and
Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically
Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties
to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to
keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched
Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it
never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first
time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta
writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino
was saying and doing with this movie…
Being a meta writing, destiel shipper
with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess
what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange…
what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very
long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and
Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry?
Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)
I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a
SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is
obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as
does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:
Dean – Mr White (duh)
Mary – Mr Pink
Wally – Mr Brown
Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here
Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch
would be Joe here… its not too obvious)
Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)
Explanations and various meta under the cut. This gets long:
“It’s a dark, terrifying business. I trust almost no one, and I wake every day knowing it might be my last. But with you… with you by my side, it’s a little less terrifying. I feel like I could get out someday, have a life.”
Hi! I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if it would be possible for you to maybe do a Cas x reader smut where the reader is Sam and Deans younger sister and Cas has had feelings for the reader for a long time. But he has held back because of Sam and Dean but more and more she starts to tease him around the bunker, eventually he snaps leading to unprotected smut? AND
I was wondering if you could do a soulmate image where the reader is the soulmate of cas but is the Winchesters young sister like in 7&8 and at the moment he feels like protective and brother like but it shows as time goes on his feelings change.
Warning: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Swearing, Fluff
A/N: Thank you so much, @notnaturalanahi for helping me organize my thoughts with this one. It would not be written if it wasn’t for you! This soulmate story is a little different, because it’s more of a choice situation. I feel awful for this story taking so long to write, I just had so little inspiration to write it. I LOVE Cas, but really struggle writing him.
“This is Castiel. Cas
“Angel,” you finished, a breathy edge to your voice. Your brother squinted at you, questioning the
look of wonder on your face.
“Yeah, how did you-?”
You couldn’t hear if he finished the sentence or not, but you were lost
in Castiel’s crystal blue eyes.
“You can see my wings,” Cas said, as if you were the only
person in the world, as if he was speaking to your soul.
“Yes,” you replied, taking in the silky, black feathers.