ch: cas and dean

Signing initials

When Cas is back in the bunker and hanging out with the boys Dean suggests he carves his initials into the table and Cas just puts a ‘C’ cuz he has no last name. Dean takes the knife from him and adds a 'W’ to the end of it. Cas looks confused for a moment and Dean does that little looking down bashfully and says 'It’s your name. Castiel Winchester.’

I miss Sam

Does anybody else really miss Sam plot lines? I mean, I know there’s been Winchester plot lines and little Sam ones here and there, like the trials. But I’m talking full season, Sammy-specific, oh-shit-Sam’s-the-one plots. Like being Lucifer’s vessel in S5 or the demon blood in S4 or the psychic stuff in S2.

Not that I don’t love Dean and Cas, they’re my favs, but I miss Sam. S11&12 were/are, primarily TFW (plus some Cas, what with the Casifer thing and all). S9&10 was oriented around Dean and the Mark. S8 focused on Cas and Cas and Dean.

I miss some good ol’ Sam being soulless or Sam being haunted by Lucifer. Ya know, SOMETHING. Because now, it’s playing off like Sam’s the one that’s got his shit together. Which is great for my baby angel, but he doesn’t feel like much of a main character anymore, like his role has been down-played. And that makes me sad.

Any thoughts?


Originally posted by strengthcas

Originally posted by freemultifandom

That's How It Works

Requested by Anonymous
Written at spnfanficskatoli

Author: Assbutt

Characters: Dean x Castiel (Destiel)

Warnings: super smutty smut, fluff explosion, cussing, self pleasure

Dean’s brain was fuzzy all day. His mind kept drifting back to Castiel. He kept telling himself it wasn’t like that. He’s not like that. They’re just friends. Why this sudden change of heart for the dorky, little guy? Dean didn’t know, but he was freaking out a little bit. He started thinking about his bright blue eyes, and God, that smile. It could just power all of New York. Dean started to blush, and of course Cas had to show up at that exact moment. Sam had been poking fun at Dean the last few weeks because he wasn’t bringing a girl home every other night. Dean knew he wasn’t bringing home girls because that’s not what he wanted. But he kept reminding himself he didn’t have a thing for guys either.

“Hello, Dean.” Cas walked up behind him.

“Oh, uh hey, Cas.” Play it cool, Dean thought.

“Where’s Sam?” Cas did the slight head tilt that just turned Dean’s legs into spaghetti.

His voice was uneven, “He uh, he went for supplies. He won’t be back until the day after tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Cas answered. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, Cas. You?”

“I am well. But I don’t like that you’re lying to me, Dean. I can sense that you’re stressed. Why is that?” Cas’ voice was demanding and gruff, the way he talked was turning Dean on.

“I’m just- just worried about Sammy. That’s all.” Dean stammered.

Cas’ blue pools bore into Dean’s green ones.

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure that everyone was safe. Goodbye, Dean.”

“Bye, Cas.” Dean smiled.

And Cas was gone. That just left Dean and his thoughts, which was the most terrifying thing for Dean right now. Thinking.

Maybe he just needed a reboot. Yeah, that’s it.

Dean went to the bar that night, got drunk, and found himself a pretty girl with a nice rack. They went back to her place and he drowned himself in her femininity. He left her after they were spent and he went back home. By the time he got back to the bunker, he was already transitioning into a hangover and hating himself more than ever. There was no way he was going to get to sleep for at least a couple hours.

It was him and that damn mind of his again. All alone.

The girl he just banged was hot, but he didn’t enjoy it as much as usual. He thought about the way he made her eyes roll back in her head as her mouth hung open and strings of moans came from her throat. He thought about her blue- no, brown eyes. And her messy, dark- no, blonde hair. The way she cared for him- what is he talking about? They just met a few hours ago.

It was Cas. Dean didn’t want girls, he didn’t want guys either. He wanted Cas.

Dean wondered about the toned body that hid beneath Cas’ many layers of clothing. The way his arms would flex while he took off Dean’s shirt. How his scruff would feel against his own, while their lips moved with each other’s. How it would feel if Cas’ hard-

“Fuck.” Dean groaned as he shifted around on the couch, realizing that he’d gotten himself worked up.

What else was he going to do but take care of it?

Dean leaned back and unbuttoned his now way too tight jeans. He pulled the zipper down, moving his hand across his hard-on on the way down. He hooked his thumbs in the side of his jeans and boxers, pulling them down to mid thigh until he was freed. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and began slow movements up and down. He couldn’t hold a steady pace for long before he threw his head back and groaned, his jaw slacked. His hips bucked up into his hand, begging for more. He finished himself off, his hand gripped the arm of the couch so hard he didn’t know how it was still in tact. His cum made a terrible mess, he sat there for a few moments trying to catch his breath before going to change his clothes.

He felt better and maybe tonight he would sleep, knowing now what he wanted.

He wanted Cas.


Dean woke up, happy, for the first time in a long time. He made himself a cup of coffee and ate a piece of his favorite pie, pecan. He savored it, enjoying every sip, every bite. Things were normal for awhile, until reality hit him like a train. He had feelings for Cas, and there was no way he could see him again without going completely crazy. He had to tell him, he was going to tell Cas, whether he felt the same or not.

Dean sat on the side of his bed, elbows propped up on his knees, hands folded, head bowed.

“Cas… If you’re not too busy running your feathery ass around heaven, I need you.” Dean whispered, voice breaking a little.

A flutter of wings, then a voice. “Hello, Dean. Are you okay?” Cas’ brow furrowed.

Dean stood up, “Yeah- uh… No, actually.” Dean’s face turned red, thinking about what he’d done last night. His heart started beating faster just being in the same room with the angel.

“Dean, what’s wrong?” Cas came towards Dean, placing a hand on his shoulder. Dean looked down at the contact, then back at Cas’ face. He studied the way Cas’ blue eyes darted around, and how his lips were just slightly parted.

“I don’t- I’m not sure how to say this, Cas. But I just can’t stop thinking about you. And not- not just like a friend. You’re more than that to me, Cas.”

“I don’t know if I understand, Dean.” Cas looked back and forth between Dean’s green eyes.

Dean let out the breath he had been holding since Cas showed up, “Listen, do you trust me?”

“I do.”

Dean’s right hand came up to cradle Cas’ neck, his fingers brushing the hairs at the nape. Dean leaned in slow, watching Cas’ eyes for any sign of panic that would signal Dean to stop. Dean was so close that their lips would’ve brushed if one of them were to talk.

“Dean.” Cas whispered. “I understand now.”

Cas closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against Dean’s. Dean was the surprised one now. Both of Dean’s hands were now on Cas’ neck and running up into his hair. Cas moved his hands down to Dean’s hips, resting them there. Dean walked Cas backwards until he was against a wall. The kissing never slowed down and their hands started to roam. Cas’ fingertips were now under Dean’s shirt, his thumbs drawing circles on Dean’s v-lines. Their right legs were between each other’s. Dean moved his right leg up a bit, nudging Cas’ crotch. The movement made Cas break the kiss and throw his head back.

Dean started his next attack on Cas’ neck, finding a sweet spot with just a couple tries. Cas groaned and started pulling his trench coat and suit coat off. Their clothing felt odd, too much, too hot, too thick. Dean’s lips came back up to kiss Cas’ lips and jaw while undoing his tie. Cas started unbuttoning his own shirt, freeing Dean’s hands. His left went into Cas’ hair while the other went to palm Cas through his pants, Cas had a serious boner. When Dean started, Cas pulled his face as far from Dean’s as he could, pressed against the wall. His eyes were wide, bright, and on fire. The look he was giving Dean was something like the look a mother would give her child if they had done something wrong. But Dean knew that look, he was doing everything right. Cas’ eyes almost burned holes into Dean’s face before he could get a grasp on a coherent sentence.

“Dean. I need- it- this is nice yet unpleasant at the same time.”

“That’s how it works.” Dean smirked.

Dean was suddenly feeling the same, needing to be touched, his own erection needing real attention. He just needed friction, he wanted it.

Cas shoved Dean back onto the bed. He snapped his fingers and both of them were naked. Dean’s eyes slid down Cas’ figure, landing on his crotch. Cas’ dick was flushed with arousal, the tip shining with precum.

“Fuck.” Dean breathed.

Cas crawled on top of Dean, his eyes drinking in Dean’s figure as well. Cas kissed and nipped at Dean’s jaw, as well as his ear. Dean’s hips jerked towards Cas, needing them to touch. Cas used one hand to hold himself up and the other came in between their bodies. Cas wrapped his hand around their cocks, starting to thrust. Dean needed this, he wanted this. Dean dragged his hands up Cas’ back, nails digging into the skin. They were both lost in each other, not sure how to return, on the brink.

Cas orgasmed hard with a scream, his cum spurting out onto Dean’s hips. Dean looked down at their dicks rubbing together, at Cas cumming and listening to him. All of it overwhelmed Dean, sending him over the edge with Cas.

They fell into a moment that lasted forever, never knowing how long they were there. They couldn’t tell between their bodies who was who because every inch of their bodies were touching. Cas laid on top of Dean, their legs tangled and fingers intertwined. Cas’ head was resting in the crook of Dean’s neck, his eyelashes tickled Dean’s collarbone when he blinked.

“Dean, I think you love me.” Cas stated.

“Oh, yeah?” Dean chuckled lightly.

“Yes. Because I love you. Isn’t that how it works?”

“Yeah, Cas.” Dean whispered. “That’s how it works.”

Destiel shippers

I’m going to say, on the behalf of everyone on Tumblr, when Dean and Cas’s relationship finally becomes canon, bodies will be dropping left and right. You won’t be able to go to school without running into an ecstatic shipper. All accounts spammed with gifs, quotes, and excitement. If you thought the Mishapocalypse was big, oh hon. No one is safe from Destiel.
Dean and Castiel will break tumblr- nay the world, and it will be amazing