I am legit surprised that so many people are upset about Dan’s tweet. Listen, he CHOSE to answer that specific question, he confirmed that he was there, didn’t give any explanation about how it’s just such a bro thing to do and told us that he is now back in London. So what in that is upsetting? The fact that he is back home? Well we knew he would go back at some point because he also has his own parents. The fact that he said he did it to get a walk? Do you really think it can even be considered an explanation or excuse?
Everything is awesome, people. DnP are comfortable enough to let us know they are spending time at the Lester’s, they sang a love song duet and look at each other with so much adoration I feel I need to look away sometimes. Love is real and 2017 has been a blessing and bloopers out in two days. Happy Holidays!
It’s almost midnight. Cas and Sam sit at the war room table, a laptop open in front of them; they’re watching a youtube video about indoor vegetable gardening. “See, Cas? We can grow all sorts of greens inside, as long as we get the right kind of light.”
Dean stands in the doorway, just watching and listening. Cas argues that nothing can replace sunlight and you’d surely be able to tell that you were eating inferior greens. Dean shakes his head, laughing softly. Only those two could argue about salad.
“I’m disappointed in you two,” Dean says. “Not surprised, but disappointed. You honestly couldn’t think of anything better to watch on New Year’s Eve than youtube?”
“Education is important, Dean,” Cas says, all seriousness.
Sam rolls his eyes. Glancing down at his laptop, he says, “Hey guys, there’s only about two minutes ‘til midnight. Get over here, Dean.”
Dean makes his way to the table, standing behind the other two. As Sam pulls up a broadcast of Times Square, Cas asks him, “What are the protocols for this holiday? I’ve never experienced this ritual with humans before. In heaven, one day is the same as the next, or the one before.”
“Well, people usually toast with champagne at midnight, but we’ve got beer as a stand-in. The other tradition, besides the obvious saying ‘happy new year,’ is to kiss the one you love at midnight.” Sam smirks slightly. “You’re on your own with that one though, Cas. I love you, but I’m not big into kissing my brothers.”
The countdown begins, and Cas glances over his shoulder, probably just making sure Dean had joined them. When he sees Dean standing there, the corners of his mouth turn up in a small smile.
It’s just a little thing, that smile, but it has a profound effect on Dean. I can’t let one more minute pass without telling him, he thinks. No more wasted chances.
Cas and Sam have counted down to seven, but Dean hardly notices. He pulls Cas to his feet and crushes their mouths together all in one motion. Vaguely Dean hears Sam say, “Oh. Uh…oh. Okay,” but he pushes it out of his mind, because finally, finally, he’s kissing Cas.
And–more to the point–Cas is kissing him back.
Cas’s lips are soft, softer than the lips of a badass angel have the right to be. Dean started out holding Cas’s hands, but after a moment Cas pulls them away to card his fingers through Dean’s hair. He wimpers slightly into Cas’s mouth.
“Uh, guys? Happy new year,” Sam says, interrupting the fireworks going off behind Dean’s eyes. He and Cas separate, but only an inch or two, their breathing labored.
“Happy new year, Sam,” Cas says, his voice like gravel. He doesn’t pull his eyes away from Dean’s.
“Yeah, so this is…great,” Sam says, gesturing in their direction, “but I don’t think I actually need to watch it, so I’m going to bed.” He sounds a bit bewildered, but also happy for them.
“Night Sam,” Dean says. He doesn’t look up either. “Happy new year.”
When they can no longer hear Sam’s footsteps, Cas says, “I thought you were supposed to kiss the one you love at midnight, Dean.”
Dean looks into Cas’s fathomless blue eyes. “I just couldn’t wait.”
am i the only person who loves how fascinated even always looks with isak? like isak could wake up all grumpy and groggy in the morning and even will still look at him like he was the first ray of sunshine. they’re at a party and a nas song comes on so even looks at isak who’s all the way across the room bobbing his head along to the song and even probably internally combusts. on a sunday afternoon, they’re probably sitting on even’s bedroom floor trying to get through the pile of homework they procrastinated over the weekend and isak is stuck on a calculus sum (he seems like the calculus-liking-kinda guy don’t fight me on this) and he probably just groans in frustration and so even scooches over to see if he can understand and help isak. even offers a method of solving and isak just says no and launches into a long explanation on why that won’t work and what other methods he tried already and… even is so utterly fascinated? because his boy is so so smart and pure and beautiful? he can’t believe that isak valtersen actually exists you know?