Dean first saw him because of a wasps nest. His favourite coffee shop had been closed for a week while they tried to get rid of the infestation. He walked in that first morning in a daze, mainly due to a lack of sleep the night before and a serious lack of caffeine. He hadn’t even realised the guy in front of him had been talking until he coughed loudly.
“Sorry, what?” Dean asked finally looking at the guy. Dean thought he recognised him from somewhere.
“I asked you what drink you wanted.” The guy said. “Long night?”
“Oh yeah, I got an English paper due this morning.” Dean said. “Can I get a large coffee, extra shot?”
“Oh…Dean.” He said only just noticing that the guy in front of him was incredibly attractive. Dean had always been a sucker for dark hair and blue eyes. It wasn’t until he was walking out that he saw the note written on his cup.
‘Dean. Good luck with the paper.’
It went on like that for several weeks. Dean’s old favourite coffee place was swiftly replaced. Every morning Dean would walk into the place in a daze until the blue eyed barista gave him a smile. He would always write little notes on the cups. He had figured out who the barista was after describing him to Jo. Turned out the guy was in her history class. Soon Dean only went for those notes on the cups and the small conversations he had with Cas.
‘Dean, congratulations on the A’
‘Dean, no that shirt doesn’t make you look fat.’
'Dean, stop complaining about the music.’
'No Dean. I can’t give you free coffee because you’re cute.’
'If I do give you free coffee it does mean I find you cute.’
'We need bigger cups. These notes are getting longer.’
'Stop winking at me to get a free muffin. It won’t work.’
'That free muffin was not because of the wink yesterday.’
This went on for several weeks until finally one note said:
'Dean, are you planning on asking me for a drink soon?’
Dean stopped, stared at the cup and swiftly turned back round. Once through the door he held the cup up at Cas. Cas rolled his eyes.
“You seemed so affronted yesterday when I said that I hadn’t seen Star Wars. I figured you could explain it me over drinks.” Cas called over with a shrug.
“Pick you up at seven tonight?” Dean asked.
“Turn the cup around.” Cas said, a smirk spreading across his face. Dean turned the paper cup around and grinned at the message.
I’ve been cracking myself up thinking of like a college au where Dean just took his patronus quiz and he’s pissed because he got some tiny animal like a cat or a fucking weasel (which is what I got wtf jo) so he’s seething to his best friend Cas who is like really indifferent, trying to study during Dean’s rant until Dean asks what Cas got and Cas says “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I haven’t taken the quiz.”
And Dean immediately pulls out his laptop, muttering “What the hell Cas we have to know NOW. Damn Ravenclaws always too busy studying to do the important things…”
“Yeah that’s your house isn’t it?”
“I don’t know.”
And Dean rolls his eyes. “How do you not know your house?”
“I haven’t taken that quiz either.”
And that launches Dean into another fit because what kind of self-respecting Harry Potter fan hasn’t been sorted into their house?
“But Dean, I’m not a Harry Potter fan. I’ve never even read the books.”
Dean is positively scandalized. He cannot believe his ears or his eyes staring blankly into the face of a man with no shame or remorse for the poisonous confession that had just escaped his beautiful too-pink lips.
“HOW HAVE WE BEEN FRIENDS FOR TEN YEARS AND YOUVE NEVER READ HARRY POTTER?!”
“I didn’t know it was a requirement?”
“Have you seen any of the eight movies?”
“There are eight?”
“OH MY FUCKING GOD CAS.”
Cas has the decency to put his book down. “Dean, I think you’re overreacting.”
“This is not overreacting. I’m friends with a heathen whose never read Harry Potter. Like you couldn’t even be one of those cheaters that just watched the movies, Cas, honestly?”
“It never appealed to me.”
“Who are you?”
Cas rolls his eyes. “Dean, if it means that much to you, I will take the quiz.”
“Oh no no no. You have to earn the quiz. We have work to do, Novak.”
And so is the story of how Castiel Novak lost a weekend of studying to marathoning the entire Harry Potter series.
When he finished Dean allowed him to take the sorting quiz. And as predicted he was a Ravenclaw.
Dean rolled his eyes at the result. “Typical.”
“Is it really that big of a deal?”
“Is it a big deal?” Dean scoffed. “Getting sorted into Hufflepuff was the second greatest identify crisis of my life, right behind my sophomore year sexuality crisis.”
And Cas looks skeptical but doesn’t argue because he remembers Dean’s sophomore year sexuality crisis and it was quite a mess.
He lets Dean show him to the patronus quiz and tries not to feel anxious as Dean paces behind him like this animated test determines his entire future.
“I’m an owl.”
Dean sinks onto his bed, a small pout bending his lips. “Oh.”
“Is that bad?” The quiz doesn’t give an explanation, so Cas has no way of knowing if the owl symbolizes something deeper in the Harry Potter universe. Maybe it’s a bad omen.
“No, it’s just… don’t owls eat weasels?”
Cas squints. “I suppose, yes. They eat rodents and small vermin, which would include weasels.”
Dean glares at him. “Wow, thanks, Cas.”
“I don’t understand why you’re disappointed. I’m not going to attack you, Dean.”
And Dean is red now, trying to avoid Cas’s gaze. “I know. But I- I thought we’d be something more… compatible.” He fidgets, releases a resigned sigh. “Makes sense I guess. We’re really different.” Of course Cas is something far better than Dean, something bigger, fiercer, stronger. Something that could easily sweep him up and consume him whole like he was nothing.
Cas shuts the laptop and moves closer to Dean who still can’t look up. “Dean… I don’t know the implications of these animals as you might. But from what I gathered in the movies, they are a pure manifestation of one’s happiest memories. It is not the shape of the patronus that matters, but rather the essence. This quiz made a decision based on a few random parts of my personality, but it never asked me what my happiest memory was. Would you like to know?”
Dean can only nod.
“It was my first day at Lawrence Middle School. I was scared and angry and a group of boys were making fun of my bee socks at lunch. And just when I was at the point of tears, a scrawny kid in a Batman shirt jumped in front of me and poured chocolate milk all over Gordon Walker’s head.” Cas chuckled fondly, just thinking of it. “Then he sat across from me and gave me half of his pb&j.”
Dean is beat red and barely breathing. “You didn’t even like it because of the jelly,” he murmurs because it’s all he can think to say.
“And you stopped putting it on your sandwiches after that so you could share with me.”
Cas reaches across the small space between them to cup Dean’s jaw and gently turn Dean’s face to look at him. “We may be very different, Dean Winchester, but you have had the single most profound effect on my life since I was eleven years old. You are my happiness,” Cas leans forward, Dean’s eyes glazing over and lips parting, “and I don’t need a quiz to tell me that.”
When their lips meet, Dean forgets all about quizzes and balls of light. He feels Cas’s hand slide to the back of his head, tangling in his hair as Dean’s own hands clutch at Cas’s waist to hold him close, keep their lips pressed together in an endless first kiss.
It’s soft and a little awkward, it’s breathtaking and a bit sloppy, and it’s pure magic.
A/N: To be honest, I think that Dean would act like a total puppy if he ever found out he was an uncle so I kinda did a thing. Hope you enjoy!
You were considered a ‘normal’ Winchester by many; Since you left the family business at an early age and went on with your life. Graduated highschool and went on to college, Fell in love and became pregnant with the love of your life. You haven’t seen your brothers in ages, And don’t fail to hear about them from neighboring hunters and random conversations among fascinated hunters.
You’re 9 months pregnant, And are due in a few weeks. Your brothers didn’t even know you were pregnant, Since you didn’t want to inconvenience them and make them worry about you whenever they were out hunting and such.
You placed your keys into your purse, Going out of the door. You were planning on going to a maternity store, Wanting to buy more clothes for your baby. You could just order some online to make it easier, But it was a beautiful day to you needed to go out. Getting inside your car, You made your way to your favourite bakery, Planning to get something before spending hours in the store.
“(Y/n)! You’re back. How’s little Lou doing?” Alex spoke, Cleaning up her last table.
“I’ve been better. Can’t wait for him to pop out.” You laughed, Going to the cash register.
“The usual?” She looked at you while picking out your favourite donuts.
“Yup.” You smile, Looking around the shop; Even though you’ve been here a million times.
“Here ya go (Y/n)” She hands you the brown bag, Watching as you took it.
“Thanks Alex.” You handed her the money, But refused saying it was on the house. Leaving her a reasonable tip, You made your way back to your car.
“(Y/n)? A gruff voice spoke behind you before you could get inside your car.
Turning around, Your eyes widened.
“Sam! Dean!” You smiled brightly, Looking at their faces.
“You never told us you were pregnant!” Sam tried to hug you, But with your bulging stomach, It was difficult; So you just settled with a shoulder hug.
“I didn’t want you guys to worry too much” You smiled nervously, Noticing Dean hasn’t said a word.
“Dean?” You looked at his blank face.
“You’re pregnant! I’m going to be an uncle!” His face lit up, Hugging your shoulders tightly.
“Who’s the unlucky guy?”
“He’s at work. Should be out in a few hours.”
“Why are you out here all alone?” Sam looked around.
“I was planning on getting more clothes for the baby” You carassed your stomach.
“Is it a boy or a girl?”
“It’s a boy-”
“Yess! It’s a boy!!” Dean jumped up and down, Hugging you once more.
“His name is Louis” You giggled, But then faltered when you felt something wet between your legs.
“What’s wrong-” Sam’s face immediately filled with horror.
“My water broke guys” You chuckled nervously, Trying to cover your wet clothes.
"What do we do now?! (Y/n) are you okay? Do you need us to carry you? Do you need us to call an ambulance?“ Sam was freaking out, And you put your hands on his biceps.
"Sam. Calm down. It doesn’t hurt. I can drive myself to the hospital don’t worry.” You waddled your way to your car, But Dean stopped you.
"Hell no. We’re taking you to the hospital. Come on, The impala is right there.“
You were sure your screams of pain were heard all around the hospital. You’ve been in labor for 10 hours, Holding your husbands hand tightly.
"MOTHERFUCKER!!! You did this to me!!!” You bellowed, Pain the only thing you can feel.
“But we’ll have a baby boy running around our house.” His fingers were almost white at how tight you were squeezing them.
“A BABY?! I’m pushing this watermelon of a baby out a hole the size of a bottle cap!!!” You screamed in his face, Sweat running down your forehead.
“Just a few more pushes Mrs. Evans! He’s almost here!” The nurse yelled over your screams.
“JUST GET THIS THING OUT OF ME” Your last scream was the last push you needed to finally hear screams that weren’t yours.
“Congratulations Mrs. Evans! You have a healthy baby boy” The Nurse cleaned Louis up, And handed him to you.
You were left panting, Your husband wiping your sweat with a towel the nurse provided.
“We did it.. We seriously did it..” You look at Louis’s face. He was so beautiful.
You didn’t notice your brothers standing at the doorway, Looking at you. You kissed your husband, Letting him carry Louis. He was in tears, Unable to stop his emotions.
“Congratulations (Y/n)..” Your brothers walked toward you, Kissing your forehead.
“Thank’s guys. Honey, These are my brothers. Sam and Dean” You smiled, Finally introducing the two.
Your husband shook their hands, Handing Louis over. Sam carried him first, Kissing Louis’s head; Handing him to his older brother when he thought he had enough time with him. Dean couldn’t help but cry, Feeling happy that one of the Winchester siblings finally had a normal life.
“Welcome to the world Louis Evans Winchester.” Dean whispered to his nephew, Smiling when Louis grabbed and squeezed his finger.
I died whit this: M: you're not a child anymore D: I never was. I swear, when the show brings back how sad their childhood was it's so painful, and now it's worse bc she is their mum Sometimes I hate Jhon Winchester so SO much
It’s obvious that Sam and Dean got a bad lot in life, and one of the nice things about Supernatural is that it more or less constantly acknowledges that being ‘the chosen one’ is an awful, awful thing. And I want to say that really ties in with the Christian undertones of the show, actually? Because the thing is, heroes were not so tragic in ancient Greece, and things got weird in Rome, because of course, it’s hard to strike a balance between those propaganda figures every crooked regimes needs (and in that I’m including basically all of Rome’s history, from ‘Aeneas’ to Christianity, because I despise them) and the fear of those same figures as possible people who could turn the populace against you. Like, in Greek mythology a hero was normally someone who had a sweet life (until fifth-century need for drama fucked that up) and then got nothing after death, because that’s how death works in Greece. So their heroic status is sort of a fluke, and it gets them better things in life, and normal people who are not descended from the gods should just accept it and shut up. And in Rome, war heroes are dead people, and civil heroes are politicians who step down and retire form politics - which says a lot about the entire political system, tbh. And then Christianity comes along with its morbid fascination for suffering, and all of a sudden there’s this model of the ‘chosen one’ as someone who is opposed at every turn and then dies in agony and wow, so cool.
(Did you notice the guys undressing the dead at the bottom? Dream job, honest. God, this thing is so beautiful.)
I seem to remember from my classes that our ideas of what a hero should be come from medieval epic, which, of course, is choke-full with Christian imagery, and no wonder the Romantics (another big source of inspiration for, like, everything we see around us, from Twilight to Nigel Farage) were all over that, and that’s basically why Harry Potter had to live for years and years under a flight of stairs, because
Behold, I have refined thee, but not with silver; I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction.
(Man, it’s a fun culture that we have.)
So, look - I have the luxury of not knowing a John Winchester IRL, which is why, personally, I only see him as a necessary part of this narrative. Plus, the more we learn about Mary, the more I catch myself thinking about John’s side of things - it must have been horrifying, all of it, which of course doesn’t excuse his utter parenting failures, but goes a long way towards explaining them.
it just occurred to me that Sam… doesn’t know that Dean plays guitar??? he says “drums” when the PR girl asks what Dean plays, and iirc he gives a bitchface at Dean fiddling with Lucifer’s guitar. obviously Dean didn’t tell him about Robin and Sonny until a couple of years ago, which is when Dean learned, but it’s surprising to me that in all those years Dean never let it slip that yeah, he knows a few chords.
so now not only am i emotional about Dean and guitars and not having a stable childhood to learn to really play like he wanted to, but also about how Sam still doesn’t know Dean as well as he thinks, that more often than not he believes or expects performed!dean rather than who Dean really is.
“You what?” Dean asked, brows raised. “Sorry Dean, it was kind of a heat of the moment thing” you laughed lightly. “No it’s awesome” Dean assured you, smiling brightly. “Congrats buddy, but you’re not getting a wedding present from me” he chuckled as he patted Sam on the shoulder. “You, are the best present we could get Dean” you smooth talked him playfully. “She’s lying” Sam butted in, smirking.
“Ask me what my favorite colour is and I’ll describe the color of his eyes. Ask me what my favorite sound is and I’ll explain how his voice is the song I will never get tired of. Ask me where my home is and I’ll tell them about how it feels to be in his arms…. Ask me what Love is and I’ll just say his name.”
I think the fight at the beginning of the episode encapsulates the whole conflict between Mary and Dean, he wanted a mom, precisely what he said at the end, someone who kiss him goodnight and prepares his meals and what Mary sees is a grown man who doesn’t need those things who has being able to survived all this time without that. He blames her for not be what he wants her to be, more than the lies and the thing with the BMOL. Thnx! Love your blog!!!
(So, this question was really about The Raid, but I’m only getting to it now - sorry!)
The thing is - that’s what they said, but I’m not sure that’s what they meant.
I think what Dean wanted in Mary was a place to rest - that what he always, always minded was not the practical side of it (preparing meals, tucking Sammy in, making sure they were both registered for school and whatever else) but the insane pressure that comes from knowing that if you don’t do these things - well, that’s it, and there’s no one else. We know Dean feels responsible for everything, all the time, and we know this is what sometimes brings him to breaking point - the fact that it’s not fair that it’s all on him, and the guilt that comes from that thought, because if he doesn’t do those awful, tiring, heartbreaking things, then people will die (his brother would have been taken away for sure, put into the system, and that was certainly a big fear for Dean growing up). John’s insane expectations aside, this is a man who raised himself on sunperheroes and telenovelas - world where with great powers comes great responsibility, and everything that can go wrong will go wrong anyway.
And Mary - Mary doesn’t get it, because she’s grown up in a walk it off environment and to her adults - and especially men, I’ll bet - are, and must be, self-sufficient. Personally, I don’t think she even considered her sons might have emotional needs. That just by being there and actively worrying about Sam, for instance, she played a big role in Dean not freaking out (too much) at the beginning of the season. And it’s not just her family - Mary is the poster child for this ‘love is a weakness’ thing which is a big theme of S12. Because we don’t know what went down exactly, but my bet is that after her father died, she always hunted alone (which is very unusual). We’ve never heard of her working with partners, until this BMoL thing. And she certainly wasn’t seeking help - or comfort - from the most important person in her life: her husband.
So, yeah - it’s sad. We tend to understand others through how we see ourselves, and this is a woman who’s been trained in a different era and has been on her own for a long time. Her loneliness, though, was self-imposed - a way to keep what was left of her family safe. Dean’s, on the other hand, was always a burden, and his worst fear (Dean doesn’t do alone - that’s been perhaps his most consistent character trait). She and Dean are just not having the same conversation, and by this point we can safely say this will have disastrous consequences.
9:00am: cry over the fact that stiles stilinski is not canonically bi
10:00am: use bi-invisibility to fight the patriarchy
11:00am: explain to a dude bro that bisexuality is a real thing
11:30am: tell him that no, it does not mean you want a three way
1:00pm: celebrate the fact that clarke griffin is canonically bisexual
2:00pm: cry because dean winchester isn’t
3:00pm: more food
4:00pm: teach people the true meaning of feminism
5:00pm: cry again because steve rogers would have been a great inspiration for young lgbta kids if he was canonically bi
6:00pm: food again
7:00pm: watch orange is the new black
8:00pm: fly through the night sky wearing the bisexual flag as a cape
"Were you ever going to tell me?" (18) + deamus, of course
18. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
“You don’t understand, Parvati. I can’t just tell him.”
“Oh, but it’s supposed to be so easy for me to just come out and tell Lavender?”
“Well, yeah,” said Seamus, rubbing the back of his head. They were sitting in the common room, their potions essays forgotten on the table between them. “Girls talk about emotional crap like that all the time.”
“When it’s about other people, Seamus. It’s one thing for me to tell Lavender I have a crush on a cute girl from Ravenclaw and entirely different thing for me to say I have a crush on her.”
“At least Lavender knows you’re gay!”
“Dean would know too if you told him.”
“I can’t just– I’m rooming with a bunch of blokes, Parvati! What are they going to think if they find out they’re rooming with a poof? Let alone a poof that’s in love with one of them.”
“Well, I doubt Harry or Neville would mind! Ron I’m not so sure about but he’s always been a bit of a wanker.”
Seamus rolled his eyes. “Yeh just think that because he was dating Lavender.”
“Yeah, well he didn’t treat her very well did he?”
“Let me guess: yeh’d treat her better?”
“Well, I would,” Parvati said sourly, crossing her arms.
“Face it, Parvati,” said Seamus with a sigh. “We’re both helpless.”
“Well,” said Parvati thoughtfully. Seamus didn’t trust the look on her face. “We don’t have to be.”
What the hell did you buy an angel? You’d been done with everyone’s Christmas shopping- except for Cas’s- for the past month. They were all wrapped, and ready to go.
You’d asked Dean what you should get him. He’d simply shrugged and said that he had no idea. So, you asked what he’d gotten him. His face fell and he took off, telling you that he hadn’t even thought to get him something.
Next, you’d gone to Sam. Sam said he’d gotten Cas a book- body language for dummies. You found it borderline offensive, but did get the thought behind it. That wasn’t what you were going for. You adored the blue eyed angelic being, and wanted things to be perfect.
You knew that he liked bees, but there wasn’t much you could do with that information. And then you’d saw him with a stray cat. He looked like he had never been happier, and you knew that’s exactly what you wanted to get him. It had to be perfect. You had to look at the cat, and know that it was meant for Cas.
There was one week until Christmas, which meant you didn’t have long. No one knew why you kept disappearing for hours a day, and you refused to tell them. Day after day you went to every shelter that you could find.
Finally, you found the kitten. She had been brought in just the day before. She was a tannish color with blue eyes. She reminded you of Cas, and she was extremely cuddly. The whole time that you were looking at her, she was rubbing against your cheek, and licking your nose, making you giggle. “You’re perfect.” You grinned, scratching her back.
“Was that it?” Dean asked, getting up after everyone had unwrapped their gifts.
You got up. “Wait! I didn’t give Cas his. I’ll be right back.” You turned, moving to your room quickly. When you came back out, you were carrying the tiny furry creature in your hands. “I didn’t name her, but she reminded me of you. They said that she’ll need some excellent care, but she’s very loving.”
Cas’s face lit up as he smiled, moving towards you and taking her from you. Instantly, she started purring and nodded off. “I think I’ll call her…. Honey.” You giggled at that. “I do like bees.” He said bashfully.
You decapitated a row of vamps, grumbling as blood splattered your favorite shirt. Another vampire jumped out in front of you and you sighed, looking down at your shirt and then up at the vamp. “I liked this shirt.”
In an instant, you sliced off his head and ran over to Sam and Dean.
“How many are left?” Sam asked you.
“Ten, maybe fifteen.” Dean responded.
“Talk about a Merry Christmas.” Sam grumbled.
You frowned, seeing Sam like this broke your heart. When he invited you over, he wanted you to spend Christmas with him and his brother watching Christmas movies, not killing a vampire nest.
You lightly nudged his shoulder. “Come on, we can still do Christmasy things!”
“Like what?” Dean asked. “We’re decapitating vampires.”
“Right well, we can still sing.” You cheerfully told them before singing.
Adam’s in hell,
It’s the family business stuff,
Death’s passed on,
Merry Christmas Day,
Sam and Dean shot you daggers before smiles crept onto their faces.
“Y/N,” Dean began, unable to control his smile. “You’re supposed to be a badass hunter.”
“Oh shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “Everyone loves Christmas.”
Sam grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you, Y/N. I loved it.”
“Oh, get a room.” Dean grumbled.
“Maybe after we gank these vamps.” Sam told you.
“I think that’s a great idea.” You grinned, looking up at Sam as Dean started fake gagging.
Maybe this Christmas wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Is it because I am so dashingly handsome?” Dean raised an eyebrow resulting in you rolling your eyes at him. “And when you are wise enough to come up with a decent pick up line maybe I’ll go out with you.” You shut the book you were reading and bid Dean good night.
Dean slammed his fist against the table. Dean wanted to figure out why you liked him. You made it pretty obvious but you still tried to act deceptive. Dean thought he was never going to be able to figure it out.
And one day when it was just Dean and you. You were playing a million questions. You each had a drink and you were both making each other giggle. When you asked the question of the hour.
“Hey, Dean why do you like me?” Dean never answered that question himself. He set his drink down after taking a nice, long sip. “What?” Dean asked, hearing what you said but asking you to repeat one more time. “I said, Dean why do you like me?” You said the same as you did before.
“It’s easy, Y/N. You alone are a amazing person. I’m mean you’re a babe and a bad ass. You’re caring and through it all you remained with us. There is no other woman that compares to you.” He said, those words coming from his heart.
You were for one were not expecting that answer, but it was nice to hear from him. But you did see this coming. “So now that you know about why I do. Why do you like me?” Dean grinned. “Honestly Dean its not because of your looks, the way you talk or the way that you carry yourself. It’s none of those things. It’s your humility and unending desire to help others. The way you care about Sam. It’s the little things that are so little you don’t even see.”
Then, you stand up and peck a kiss on Dean’s cheek, his cheek turning bright kiss and earning a smirk. “What was that for?” Dean asked as you sat back down. “That was a thank you. Thank you for letting me be honest and you are decent enough guy for me to be confident in having feelings for.” You bit down on the lower part of your lip.
This was only the beginning for you two, and the sparks were flying.
Warnings: A little upset Cas. That’s about it, I guess.
Note: This is my submission for @bulletscrossbowpie challenge. Thank you so
much for letting me participate! I got the song lyrics take these broken wings and learn to fly. You will find them italicized somewhere in the writing.
is driving back to the bunker with Cas, he notices Cas is looking out the
window watching the storm clouds roll in, unusually quiet, with a sad look in
his eyes and a frown. Dean glances over at his friend, worried about whatever
is troubling him.
wrong?” Dean asks, interrupting the comfortable silence.
see them,” Cas’ voice is soft and broken as he looks to his best friend for
see what?” Dean asks, confused as to what Cas is talking about. Thinking he’s
possibly talking about something that Dean might not want to know about.
wings, Y/n can see my wings,” Cas explains.
wrong with that?” Dean lets out a breathe of relief.
ugly Dean, they’re broken and my feathers are falling off,” Cas whispers.
be the judge of that, you and I both know that,” Dean grins, thinking of how
you have Cas wrapped around your finger, how he would do anything you’d ask.
not see how this is amusing, my wings are ugly and she will know it,”
you’ll be finding out,” Dean mutters as he puts Baby into park, seeing you
waiting for Cas made him smile. Wishing he might eventually have someone like
that. You had been waiting forever it seemed like and when you heard Baby
coming you stood outside, waiting for your angel. Cas steps out awkwardly, and
you hug him tightly. The base of his wings are bonier, and rough where they
were once soft and full. You can see the storm clouds in his blue eyes, and his
dark hair is mused like you like it.