dean's prayer

It’s been 48 hours since I’ve watched “Lost and Found,” and i am WRECKED.

- Dean praying when the only person who’s ever answered him is gone. 

- Sam teaching Jack how to say goodbye before he even had a chance to say hello.

- Dean watching his last love and hope go up in flames.

NOPE. N O P E. I can’t take this angst. Wake me up when Cas comes back.

Absolution

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2856 (I may have got a little carried away…)

Warnings: Smut. Smut. Smut. Priest!kink, Dom!Cas, Prayer!Kink

Notes: So as some of you may have noticed, I have a Priest!Kink. And this was an idea I came up with last night. It’s just super smutty… I hope you all enjoy it! Dirty birds ;) xox


Knocking on the motel room door a couple of times before entering, you smirked as you saw Sam and Dean. Both of them were wearing smart trousers and a button down shirt; they both looked handsome but it was also incredibly strange to see them out of plaid and jeans. Dean let out a low whistle as he saw what you were wearing. A black halter-neck 50’s style pencil dress with some black heels.

“Don’t you think that’s a little inappropriate for where we’re going, princess?” he queried as he lifted a brow.

“What?” you smirked, sitting on the bed as the three of you waited for Castiel to leave the bathroom. “A girl can’t look sexy when she’s going to church?”

Sam chuckled and shook his head. The four of you were on a hunt, a suspected poltergeist haunting at a local church in Missouri. Unfortunately, those at the church didn’t seem to want to talk to anyone about it, which definitely made your job harder. So, after a few drinks at a local bar, Dean had come up with the ingenious plan to send Cas undercover as a priest to try and get some information and scope the place out. You and Sam agreed it would be a good idea, much to the angel’s protests, and now he was getting ready to perform his first sermon, which had not been part of the plan.

The bathroom door opened and Dean laughed loudly at the look of disdain on Castiel’s face. You, however, found yourself squeezing your thighs together at the sight. Seeing him dressed all in black other than the white of his collar was making you think about the angel in a whole new way.

“I feel very uncomfortable,” he told Sam, his brow furrowing.

“You look fine, buddy,” Sam clapped him on the shoulder and started pushing Dean toward the door. “And who knows the Bible better than you, right?”

Standing, you smoothed your dress down and gave Cas a final once over, biting your lip gently as you made your way to the car. He lifted a brow and followed you outside, sliding into the back seat of the Impala with you.

Sam and Dean were chatting in the front seat as you and Cas sat quietly in the back. You couldn’t stop thinking about him in that outfit and the things you wanted him to do to you whilst wearing it. You smiled a little as you shook your long hair over your shoulder, turning to face the road as you prayed to him.

Would it be a sin to tell you how hot you look like that, Castiel?”

Gazing at the handsome angel out of the corner of your eye, you saw his head snap to you immediately, his sapphire eyes suddenly filled with heat as he stared at you.

Incredibly…”His voice echoed through your mind. You took a deep breath and squeezed your thighs together harder. This was going to be a really long service…


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Please clarify this...

Did Dean in his prayer to chuck say “we’ve lost everything, and now you’re gonna bring HIM back”

or

“we’ve lost everything, and now you’re gonna bring ‘EM back” (as in “them”).

Because I think it’s the latter….Since he also mentioned Crowley, Kelly and mom.

“Lost and found” - 13 thoughts on symbolism

So, I rewatched the first episode of season 13 and found fascinating symbolism. Some of this has already been talked about, but I think I found a couple of new symbols/imagery, too. Let’s start!

(Screenshots are all mine, please like or reblog if you want to save or use.)

1. Title card:

Many of you have already pointed out the reversed cross, which imo stands for Lucifer. The eye of the nephilim is the central piece here and it severely reminds me of the sun. The outline looks as if there are little sunflares. So the call sign sort of unites Lucifer, Jack and the sun=hope (and of course other meanings concerning the whole sun symbolism going on since forever on the show).

2. Dawn:

When Sam and Dean walk out of the house the sun has just come up over the mountain tops, illuminating the whole scenery and thereby providing hope. They could have shot this scene on a rainy day, to emphasise the desperate situation the brothers are in right now, but no: the sun is shining, not everything is lost. I also like the single ray of sunlight in the first picture. There’s hope, but the boys don’t see it yet.

Fun note: You can see a crew member’s reflection in one of the windows :-)

3. Jack and the rift:

I noticed an orange line on Jack’s chest, which seems to have the exact shape as the rift that led into apocalypse world. Maybe the key to thiat world (and the key to find Mary) can still be found within Jack. At least there appears to be some kind of connection.

4. Reflections during the car ride:

Not only are our boys reflecting about what just happened, you can notice reflections of the sun on Baby or in the camera during this scene. The reflection in the picture above struck me as special, because it’s when Sam asks Dean: “What about Cass?” and at that exact moment the sun’s reflection appears across and in front of Dean in rainbow colours (or mostly purple and blue as can be seen in the screenshot). Well, if that ain’t symbolic… or the luckiest coincidence ever ;-)

5. Sam the anchor:

During the whole scene in the fast food restaurant you can see the anchors from the label in the window (either directly or reflected) above Sam’s shoulders. Imo this means that Sam is everyone’s anchor this season. He’s Dean’s anchor during his grief, someone Dean can rely on and he’s also Jack’s anchor to this world, teaching him and having faith in him. I hope this kind of symbolism will come up in some future episodes, too!

6. Jack is light:

In this scene Jack is highlighted several times by the light coming from the two lamps and the barred window in the cell. I think this illustrates that Jack isn’t per se evil and can bring light into the darkness. Actually just like Lucifer “light bringer” (translation from Latin) was supposed to do at the beginning of time. In contrast to his father, I think Jack could actually achieve bringing the light to our world and humanity.

7. Jack’s t-shirt:

The shirt was the sheriff’s choice and she accidentally picked the right one (yeah, accidents don’t happen accidentally ;-) ). I was able to decipher the writing: “Don’t mess with the bull or you get the horns”. Meaning: Don’t mess with Jack, he can’t control his powers yet and you will regret being at the recieving end of those powers…

8. Light and shadow:

Jack is sitting on a bench completely illuminated by light. He represents the sun, light, hope and positivity. The boys in contrast are sitting in shadow. They don’t see the light yet, they are still in a dark place because of all the recent losses they had to suffer. There is also a distance between them and Jack that has yet to be crossed in order for light to come to the brothers.

9. The prayer:

In the prayer scene Dean walks behind the restaurant seeking privacy. The sun is clearly up in the sky, higlighting almost everything, but not Dean. The world has light and hope again (Lucifer is currently gone), but there’s no such thing for Dean after losing Cass, his mother and even Crowley.

And another interesting reflection of light appears: when Dean prays to get everyone back (especially Cass) we see a rainbow coloured reflection appearing next to him… ;-)

10. The picture in Kelly’s bedrom:

In this picture we can see a ship (standing for Destiel or the brothers or Team Free Will is open to interpretation) on a stormy sea. But there’s also light: some sunrays are breaking through the dark clouds, promising better weather after the storm. Apparently another hint that there’s still hope, even though it doesn’t really look like that for the Winchesters right now.

11. Cass’s deathbed:

Again the sun is shining brightly outside, but the inside of the house, especially the room with Cass’s corpse is dark in comparison. Imo this stands for Dean giving up any hope of seeing Cass again, there’s no silver lining for him to see.

12. The funeral:

This is literally the darkest hour for the Winchesters. They have to burn the bodies, one of them is Cass’s. It’s also sad for Jack, who has to watch his mother and chosen father burn on the funeral pyre. The day comes to a close, the sun goes down and darkness surrounds them all. Is there no hope now that they burn the bodies? No hope that Cass could return? Well, there’s always a new dawn the next day.

I also really liked the shot of Dean’s lighter, the flame has a halo which also reminded me of the sun.

13. Apocalypse world:

Isn’t that the curch from 8x23 “Sacrifice”?!!! Nice parallel. I also noticed that in this world, where Sam and Dean were never born, there is no sunshine. The sky is clouded and you can hear lightning strike all the time. There never was any hope for that world. But maybe Mary can bring some light into it, or even Sam and Dean, who knows?

Okay, that was a long post! Lots and lots of light/sun symbolism! Please share your own thoughts and ideas! :-)

anonymous asked:

Can angels read human minds? Like Naomi said "I know you're hoping Castiel will return to you". And a lot of other angels told Dean that Castiel liked or was in love with him

I believe Angels are able to sense emotions as Cas said in 4x22 :
“I see inside you. I see your guilt, your anger, confusion”

He also sensed Ketch’s emotion / feeling in 12x08:

Ketch: You, Halo. Do you sense I’m lying?
Cas: My name is Castiel. And…no. But the truth can be situational.

It seems they can sense feelings, emotions but not read minds per se like “oh, I’d really like a cheeseburger right now”, more sensing hunger and pain and fear.

It’s why I think the idea that he should just be able to read Dean’s mind to tell that he’s in love with him doesn’t stick. He feels love of course and most likely longing (and I think he long has stopped trying to sense Sam and Dean’s emotions out of courtesy but just picks up on things when they’re really strong or when it’s necessary) but its a case of what kind of love.

Which is forever the question between these two right?

Originally posted by smileymultifandom

Originally posted by awinchesterwithabox

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Eight- Dean x Reader


The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Eight

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 1,935 (A Little Short sorry about that.) 
Warnings: Sexual Content.  Language.


Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

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I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel

You sat twirling a piece of hair around your finger.  Your mind a million miles from your lunch date with Dean. The menu of the restaurant held in front of your face as your bashful nature took hold.  You frowned as you replayed the scene from this morning and blushed again.  

The more you thought about it: the more you wanted Dean. The more you needed him.  The years of hidden feelings coming at you like a tsunami. Your lungs felt like they were filling with water. Breathing was becoming impossible.

Dean was watching as you fidgeted in your seat. The look on your face was pained and he began to worry that he was pushing you too hard.  He reached out and gently touched your arm.  You jumped at the touch and jerked away from him.

“Heh.  Sorry, you scared me.” You mumbled as you grabbed his hand and smiled.   Dean was beaming right back as you laced your fingers with his.

“What’s my girl thinking about?” He mused before putting your menu down.  You shook your head as you chewed your lip.

“Just nervous…”

“About what?” He asked cautiously.

Pressing your lips together before speaking.   You let out a shaky breath before you muttered ever so quietly.

“Later…”.

Dean looked completely shocked as naughty thoughts flashed through his mind.  Pushing those aside, he licked his lips before asking for clarification..

“What’s later?”

“Iwantyoutotakemyvirginity…” You rushed out as were suddenly shaking.  Your face was that beautiful tomato red you had been sporting the last few days.

Dean’s brows furrowed together as he tried to figure out what you had just said.

“What was that beautiful?”. He asked as he leaned towards you.  

When he did so, you let out a squeak.  Your nerves were trying to eat you alive.  Swallowing them back, you found yourself shooting up from your chair.  Your hands slammed on the table before leaning in towards Dean.

“I said….  I WANT YOU TO HAVE SEX WITH ME!” You screamed.

Your eyes flew wide open as it hit you about what had just come out of your mouth. Clamping your hands over your mouth, you let out another scream.  Everyone in the restaurant turning to look at you.

What in hell was going on in your brain?!

Dean was sitting across from you with a surprised look.  He then looked at you in complete puzzlement before the words worked their way down to his crotch.  You were pretty sure the smile he gave you he learned from Lucifer himself.  

This time he dragged that goddamn tongue of his extra slowly across his lips.  You blushed a hundred and thirty shades of red as you sank into your chair.  Burying your face in hands, you, for the third time that day, prayed that God would allow the earth to swallow you whole.  Of course, you had no such luck.  According to the Winchesters, Chuck or God, wasn’t into the whole answering of prayers option.

Dean couldn’t help himself and leaned over you.  Whispering hotly against your ear all the dirty things he was going to do to you that night.

“Fuck, Y/N.  You don’t know many times I’ve dreamed of this.  How many times I’ve wondered what it would be like to pounded myself into your tight little pussy.”  He grunted as his warm breath tickled your ear.  You gasped into your hands when the words made you instantly wet.  Your stomach clenching into knots as you pushed your knees togethers.  It was taking everything in you not to just jerk him out that seat and go back to the motel.  

Jerking your head up, you looked him square in the eye.  Biting your lip and ignoring the chaotic thoughts of fear in the back of your mind, you made the decision to be bold.  You needed this.

“Let’s go, Dean.  I’m not really hungry anymore.”  You muttered.  

Dean didn’t need anymore encouragement as he hopped up out of his seat.  He looked like a kid on Christmas morning.  He was actually giddy as he threw down a few dollars for his coffee.  The rounds of laughter from a nearby table was the first time that you had noticed.  

Everyone in there had been watching the soap opera that was occurring between the two of you.  When Dean grabbed your hand and lead you away, there were even a few rounds of applause.   One woman even cheered for you.  You could only hang your head in mortification.

Once he felt he gotten you far enough into the parking lot, Dean was attacking you.  His lips on yours in a very lewd way.  His arms locking your hips in place as he crushed you to him.  Your tongue reached out to tease his in the kiss as your confidence grew.  Dean Fucking Winchester wanted you.  He wanted you so bad that he was willing to wait and that was what made you want him.  He was a man worth giving up a part of yourself.

Dean groaned when your tongue slipped into his mouth and his instantly meet it.  They moved together as you brought your hands up around Dean’s neck.  His grip on your hips tighten as he pulled you to your tip-toes.  This third kiss was full of fire and want.   

A need for something that was growing between the two of you to blossom fully.  You moaned when he pulled back from the kiss and gently nipped at the juncture of your neck.  Placing sloppy kisses along the path, he came back up to place a fourth and sweet kiss on your lips.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”  He groaned as he lead you to the car.  Your stomach was doing somersaults at the thought of what was to come.   The warmth that spread through you was too much and you were giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush.   Dean didn’t turn around to look at you but his own smile was purely radiant.

The trip back to the motel was just a short five minute drive.  You were shaking again by the time you had arrived, but this time because of the excitement building inside of you.   These new but old emotions that you held for Dean were the best feelings you had in years.  As Dean pulled into the motel parking lot, you allowed yourself to take in a deep breath.   

This was something you had never really thought about in your twenty eight years on earth.  Hunting kept you busy and up to your neck in monsters.  Some people dealt with it by drowning their sorrows in booze and sexual activity.  Some people took up knitting.  You happen to be one of the latter.

You bit your cheek to keep from laughing at yourself as you reached for the door handle. Your hand never came to rest on the handle so you looked up.  Dean was standing there with the door held open for you.  You let a snort pass through your nose.


“Well someone’s a gentlemen when he’s about to get some.  Ain’t he?”  You said with a chuckle.  

Dean smirked at you and held out his hand.  You grabbed it making sure to interlock fingers with him.  Hopping up and out of the seat, you quickly buried your face into his chest.  Giving a girlish squeal, you practically raced to the room door once you pulled away.


Dean was hot on your heels as he fumed with the lock on the door.  You rocked and jumped in place as you waited.  Once the door was flung open, he scooped you up bridal style.  You cried out happily and kicked your feet.  It was a replay from the other night with the spider, but this time you were ready.

Wasting no time, Dean set you down and locked the door behind you.  The sudden darkness of the cool room made your breath hitch in your throat.  This was really happening.   There was no turning back now.

You took the lead this time and moved to the buttons on your shirt.  Slowly you began to unbutton them before sliding your shirt open to reveal your lace scalloped bra.  The quiet ‘fuck’ that slipped out of Dean’s lips made you shiver with anticipation.  You slipped the material off your shoulders and pulled it so that it was in a pool at your feet.  You made quick work of your boots and socks before you stood back up.  The thought struck you that you weren’t wearing any panites under your leggings.  Your eyes widen and you stopped mid-strip tease to blush.

What kind of girl was Dean going to think you were? You slow blinked at your own thoughts.  Yeah, cause Dean Winchester was a saint with a chastity belt.   With that thought you were giggling and ruining the sexy mood you were trying to set.  Your hand came over your mouth as you doubled over in a fit of giggles.  

You might have been still slightly nervous.  You had no idea what you were doing.  You didn’t know where to put your hands.  You didn’t know if it was true about how much it could hurt.  You didn’t know….  You just didn’t know.

Dean shook his head with a low laugh.  You were the cutest thing to have ever graced this earth.  He shed his top layers and jeans before you noticed him.  Shaking your head at your own inner monologue of doom, you felt grateful when Dean pulled you close.


“Don’t worry sweetheart.  I’m going to take it slow.  You’re going to have the best first time.  That much I can promise to my girl.”  

You could only nod in response.  His hand grabbing your own as he pressed his lips against your temple.  Dean  got you to the bed without any fuss.  You shook from nerves but he held you steady against him.   His hands roaming your curves as he made quick work of your pants.  He groaned when he found that you weren’t wearing any underwear.


“So goddamn beautiful.”  He groaned as he bent down and gently kiss the skin above your sex before brining you to the bed.  He pushed your legs wide and settled between- while giving wet kisses to the inside of your thigh.   You let out a shaky breath as your hands moved to the back of his neck.


“Dean… I’m scared.”  You mumbled as his lips pressed closer to your now weeping sex.  Dean pulled away momentarily to cooed reassuring things to you.

“It’s okay, baby girl.  I’m gonna make you feel good.  No need to feel scared.”  


You nodded slowly and parted your legs further apart.  This exposed you to him completely and you couldn’t help but feel high.  This was almost like a dream.    Dean’s nearly pornographic moan made a surge of pleasure tingle through you.  The sensations causing your slickness to pool at your entrance.   

You moaned loudly when his tongue dragged across your thigh as his hands reached up to squeeze your hips.  You cried out loudly as you felt Dean hot, wet, tongue drag indecently slow over your wet folds. He groaned lowly in the back of his throat as the taste of you made his harden cock twitch violently against his boxer.  He repeated the process again as your hands moved to run through his hair.  You held back a scream as he brought his face to press into your aching core as his tongue pushed into your entrance.  

This was going to be the best day, night, and forever you could ask for.


AN:   :D  Hope you enjoyed the update.  Sorry its short and lacking smut.  I keep lying but all the fluff keeps winning.   I promise that since I will have more time that next chapter will be THE chapter.  No more v-card for reader.  

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Can Cas pick up on non-prayers about him?

10x10

Cas finds Claire walking down a highway and she asks how he found her and this dialogue occurs:

Cas:      Angels are able to find those who pray to them.
Claire: Pray? I believe I gave up praying a long time ago.
Cas:      It doesn’t have to be a formal prayer. I could pick up on a longing or a… perhaps you wanted to tell me something?

I’ve always wondered about how much Cas hears when people *cough Dean cough* are thinking about him, but not praying to him. From this dialogue, I can assume that he might not pick up on someone simply thinking about him. But it’s interesting how the word ‘longing’ is used. Of course, in this scene it is devoid of any romantic meaning. However, ‘longing’ is a word imbued with romantic attachment in many many other circumstances. It’s just a very interesting word to chose because it is more often than not used in a romantic sense. The word means: ‘a prolonged unfulfilled desire or need’. And if anything describes Destiel or any other relationship that is yet to come to fruition, its that meaning.
I wonder a lot if Cas knows when Dean is ‘longing’ for him, because in all these past seasons when Cas has been gone and Dean has been pining/longing over him then this dialogue from 10x10 surely goes some way into confirming that Cas must hear some of that longing?
Now I wouldn’t like to think that Cas choses to try and overhear Dean’s thoughts, but from what is canon, it sounds like he can’t help but pick up on prayers or ‘longings’.
The angsty writer in me would speculate that Cas knows about Dean’s longings but because he can’t break one of the main rules for angels and have a relationship with a human, he tries to ignore it. If Cas becomes human this would make that rule void and who knows…. (I digress)
The thing is, word choices in scripts is very very important. There is a time frame on how much dialogue can be in each episode so words are heavy with meaning. So with all the seasons of Dean longing for Cas, and then for Cas to specifically inform the viewer that he can pick up on ‘longings’ it just makes you wonder what he knows…..

For my wonderful Sasha, may you have a fabulous birthday! С днем рождения @some-people-call-it-tragic​ 

(I hope I got that right and didn’t just call you a blind squirrel in Russian or something even worse.)

“Tell me, did you enjoy yourself tonight, Dean?”

Dean forced himself to look up from where he’d been absentmindedly staring at the glass in his hand, taking a sip of his remaining whiskey before offering Cas a slow nod.

“Yeah, Cas… Yeah, that was nice.”

Castiel -who was sitting right beside him, their knees touching-, nodded too, mirroring Dean. “Sam insisted on inviting some friends over for your birthday, I wasn’t sure you’d appreciate a surprise party, but I trusted his judgment.”

Shaking his head, Dean huffed in amusement. “I figured… It’s fine, it was good seeing everyone again.”

A silence fell, and Dean noticed how soft music was still playing in the background, even though the guests were long gone. His mom had been there, and Jody, and Donna, and some of their other fellow hunters. Even Claire had tagged along; she’d given him a dorky birthday card that jokingly spelled the message ‘congratulations, old man’.

Dean had laughed about it good-naturedly, of course. That was typical Claire.

And yet, now that the only ones left were him and Cas, along with a lot of empty glasses and some leftover snacks, he found that it nagged him. Because even if it had been an ongoing joke between them, she wasn’t wrong. Dean wasn’t getting any younger.

“I can almost hear the gears turning in your head.” Cas muttered, and Dean felt a hand carefully grazing his knee. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”

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anonymous asked:

the car scene in 12x09 and the scene in 12x23 are my some of my favorites just for the fact they could be so easily overlooked. I definitely think the 12x09 scene is Cas picking up on Dean's longing for him, especially since he stares at his hand, hence Cas' confused reaction. In 12x23 though, I feel like he isn't reacting to Dean, but to his own feelings. Or maybe they both had the same feeling at the same time.. Not sure, either way both moments make me flail around.

I’m not sure exactly what happened in 12x23 but it sure felt like something happened. 12x09 is much clearer though.

Originally posted by deztiel

TBH I’m feeling that there is definitely praying subtext going on this season. Dabb loves to fill in gaps from older seasons and the longing retcon and lack of praying is something he must be aware of.

In 12x19 I loved when Cas told Dean “I got… your messages”.

Don’t tell me this wasn’t a mix of text messages, voicemails, prayers and longing? 

Don’t tell me Dean didn’t desperately try praying when he was going through all the morgues looking for the dark haired, blue eyed dorky guy in a trench coat who told him he loved him then immediately left, who makes him smile, get infuriated and generally act like a worried wife all season?

Don’t tell me Cas knows exactly what was said in those prayers?

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One Way Ticket Downstairs

Title: One Way Ticket Downstairs

Pairing: Father!Dean x Reader x Father!Sam (no wincest)

Word Count: 2,089

Warning: Condemning my soul to Hell smut

Request by @uttertrash–butlikecutetrash for sinfully delicious Priest!Winchester smut

A/N: I’m so fucking happy with this piece and I can’t wait to debut my fabulous dress I have in mind for my arrival on the red carpet to Hell. See you there! Enjoy!



“So, my child, what brings you to confession?”

“Well, Father, um, what was your name again?”

“Winchester.”

“Right, well, Father Winchester, I have sinned.”

“And what are your transgressions?”

“I want to suck your cock.”

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anonymous asked:

two things in 12x10 that don't get enough acknowlegment: 1. the way Cas reacts when Sam calls benjamin's vessel his "friend", acting shifty and glancing towards dean. 2. Dean trying to call Cas but only waiting for two rings (Dean generally being impatient when Cas could be in danger) while Cas feels the need to search for his phone right afterwards.. perhaps sensing some longing? Also, i know Cas uses the phone to be more human but i do miss Dean's emotional prayers lol.

Tbh there has been so much Destiel this season… some parts that in the past might have been meta-d over for weeks just kinda were like “oh yeah, #married, as usual”!

“She’s not just his vessel, she’s more than that” “She’s his…friend” “Yeah…”

And all this #married nonsense while Dean is berating Cas for not being as careful as he reckons Benjamin was, putting himself in needless danger:

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

How Dean starts out pissy because Cas put himself in danger in order to save him, how Cas isn’t having ANY of his shit, and Dean just can’t help himself worrying straight back about Cas the moment he is out his line of sight…

Originally posted by casti-lel

Originally posted by bringmepieassbutt

Cue: acting like actual husbands so much so that the bad guy susses it out in 5 seconds flat and proceeds to use it against them BOTH.

Originally posted by disneyandthefamilybusiness

Then as soon as shit hits the ACTUAL fan, Dean is all “OMG CAS MIGHT BE IN DANGER I MUST RUN TO HIM AND TREAT HIM LIKE A BABY BIRD AND PUT MYSELF RIGHT BACK IN DANGER FOR HIM EVEN THOUGH THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I WAS PISSED AT HIM BECAUSE ITS OK FOR ME TO DO IT FOR HIM BUT NOT FOR HIM TO DO IT FOR ME BECAUSE ITS LOVE OK I DONT MAKE THE RULES”.

Originally posted by constiellation

And Sam knows ok?

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

Sorry, yeah, this episode gives me all the Destiel feels.

I’m not even sure what this episode even is if not a massive “LOOK AT HOW ROMANTICALLY WE ARE WRITING THESE TWO JFC HAVE YOU LATCHED ON YET?!” from the writers to the general audience…

But yeah, they still have a ways to go to hammer it home, you know, cos they’re just bros and Dean is apparently straight, lol, I’m not gonna even go there on this post. As if 11 years of them doing this over and over again isn’t enough they have to actually spell it out, but I imagine that is what they’ll do in season 13, once we have seen Dean grieving like a widow much more blatantly than ever before, they kinda have to at this point or all this ‘relatively’ subtle stuff is for nothing. I say relatively cos for us it is blatant but eh, apparently not to everyone.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Dean and Cas arguing because Dean said he can't work the case as it's too dangerous. "Tell him, Sammy" "don't bring your brother into this!" And Sam soon realised that Dean is arguing through prayer; he stays silent but Cas will pipe up with "and why not?" "I know it's dangerous but I'll be fi- stop interrupting me!"

OMG yes, that would be hilarious and SO MARRIED. 

Night Falls: Chapter 20

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 3,971

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A/N: Brace yourself, friends. 

In case you’re squirmish, it gets a little bloody below. Just a warning. 

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Your jaw clenches as you hang up the phone. Crowley plucks it from your hand before his henchman grabs your wrists and ties them behind the back of the chair you had been thrown into when you arrived at the warehouse.

After you had made your decision, the same man who was tying your wrists just a little too tight for comfort appeared in your apartment and gripped your arm, forcing you to stand with a grunt. A gun was waiting in his hand, and he had pressed it into your stomach as he led you from your apartment to an awaiting limo outside. 

It was late, so there was no one around to see you as you got shoved into the car. From the tinted windows, you could see the unmarked car that was parked right across the street, and you could see the face of an unknown agent, his head resting against the window with his eyes closed. If you hadn’t known any better, he looked like some guy napping in his car.  Your stomach clenched as you had to fight down the urge to be sick.

Crowley’s henchman–who seemed to have no name–climbed into the car behind you before Crowley joined you, someone outside closing the door once he was settled. The man with you had pulled you onto the seat with him and kept the cold barrel of the gun pressed against you. 

The three of you drove in silence for about thirty minutes until you had pulled up to a row of warehouses along the river. You had never been to this part of town before, not that you had any reason to before now. It looked like some sort of shipping yard–and with not a single person in sight. 

You had been dragged inside and thrown into the chair you were currently tied down to before Crowley had handed you a cell phone and instructed you to call Dean. 

You hated yourself for the choice you had made, but Dean was smart. He would figure out at some point that this was a trap, wouldn’t he? Your fingers had hesitated over the phone screen, second guessing your choice before Crowley’s man backhanded you across your cheek. 

The sting had burned and you hissed as your neck snapped to one side. It had been a warning to cooperate. 

So you called Dean and said a prayer that the two of you would make it out of this alive. 

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