happy destiel anniversary!

Dear fellow Destiel shippers…

Thank you for making Destiel Day 2014 a beautiful one. Thank you for making sure that it was filled with nothing but love and positive posts about our ship. Thanks for the adorable fanart, gifsets, and fanfiction. Thanks for making this day a happy one, by once again showing that we possibly have the most talented and beautiful fanon-world out there.

But there is something else I want to say…

Things haven’t been going so well for us in canon lately, but I want everyone to take a moment this day, to remember that your shipping in canon is legit. To remember that you’re not crazy for shipping this. If anyone calls you delusional for shipping this beautiful ship…

Please remember; “I killed two angels this week, some of my brothers. I’m hunted, I’ve rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you.”

When already, this angel who had existed for millions of years, within the space of a year threw away everything he knew, even his own family, because of one simple human. Not for Heaven, or humanity, or the greater good. For Dean. He forgets about everything he’s ever believed in, all for a guy he met a year ago?! Very platonic. Or is it?


Please remember; That this is one of the oldest possible tropes in the history of fictional romance. Angel falls in love with a human and in the end gives up everything including his wings for said human.

This happened:

And looking back; isn’t that Castiel’s entire story arc throughout the past 6 seasons? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m not wrong. 


Please remember; That one of the oldest romantic tropes in the book, is watching the object of your affection sleep. Which Castiel has done multiple times, one time even asking what Dean had been dreaming about…

Remember that Dean has done it in return; even in the middle of an apocalypse he didn’t fail to point out that Cas was adorable when he was sleeping, even when Cas sleeping was actually a sign that something was not right in the world


Please remember; the moment Dean first fell in love with Cas, and Cas first fell in love with Dean


Please remember; the other popular romantic trope where one pines as they’re watching the other without them knowing


Please remember; 

That Dean was able to get over ‘his epic love story’ with Lisa within the span of two episodes. Yet whenever he loses Cas, he can’t deal with it, and turns to alcohol and gets depressed. 

Remember how the exact same trope was used for Sam/Jess that was used for Destiel, them hallucinating the beloved one they’d lost

Please remember; The crypt scene. Please remember the 'I need you’ that the writers had planned to be an ’I love you’, even confirmed by Jensen Ackles.

Remember that it was the I need you I love you  that broke the mind control


Remember the other 'I need you’ in Purgatory

Remember that this 'I need you’ was not based on Dean needing Cas to get out of Purgatory. Cas was a complication when it came to leaving that place, not an asset. Yet Dean needed him, and refused to go on with out him. 

Dean even altered his own memories because he couldn’t stand the thought of Cas not wanting to stay with him.


Remember all of the other 'I need yous’, and the fact that Cas managed to make a faithless man pray. 


Please remember this;


Remember how they looked when reuniting after being separated for a while


Remember how Dean was when he thought he’d lost Cas


Please remember how everyone else knows what’s going on;

And not just the enemy, even Sam


Remember the blatant flirting


Remember the millions of times Dean has checked Cas out without even being subtle


Remember 'cursed or not’


And most of all, remember this…

You are NOT crazy for shipping this. You happen to live in a world that is hetero-normative. You are not delusional for seeing a love story here after everything that has happened between these two over the past 6 years. 

Happy Destiel Day. 

Please celebrate what could be ’the greatest love story ever told’ for all of the reasons listed above, even if the writers might not agree. This can easily be viewed as non-platonic, and you’re not insane for thinking that. Carry on. 


Happy anniversary, Dean and Cas! Eight years is pottery/bronze, so…

“Okay, baby. You’re okay. Just a few more feet, that’s it…”

Dean groans against his mom’s side, gritting his teeth with every step. Covered head to tow in mud and stink and blood, his feet squelch against the bunker’s concrete floor. He is bruised. He is battered. And he is exhausted.

“Cas?” he manages as they enter his room. Mary carefully lays him out on the bed and takes off his boots. He cringes to think of what the sheets are gonna look like tomorrow morning.

“He’s fine,” Mary murmurs. “He’s wiping down the Impala.” Her own filthy hand hesitates before pressing hesitantly against his cheek; she isn’t as touchy-feely as he remembers. “Rest, Dean. I’ll bring some Advil and water for the morning.”


It’s past midnight and he’s still drifting in and out, unable to sleep too deeply because of the pain and the nightmares. Accidents are par for the course during a hunt; it’s a Murphy’s law kinda deal—but killing the only would-be survivor with the monster? That’s a rookie-fucking mistake. It’s unacceptable.

If only the Wendigo hadn’t been moving so fucking fast. If only the boy had stayed fucking still. If only Cas hadn’t been thrown off to the side and Mary hadn’t been trying to find another blow torch and Dean’s head hadn’t been spinning if only if only if only.

Dean’s door creaks open.

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“Thank you,” Cas says.

And it’s as simple as that–all solemn and earnest and heartfelt. Dean looks up from the cereal he’s currently shoveling into his mouth. 

Cas is staring at him in that way that he does, when it’s just the two of them alone and he doesn’t seem to know how to keep his eyes off of Dean. His gaze has not gotten any less ancient since his fall. 

It’s September 18th. 

Dean swallows. 

“Thank you,” Cas says again, looking directly at Dean, “for everything. These past seven years have been…I…”

“Yeah,” Dean says, a little bit choked, but not too much. He reaches across the table and takes Cas’ hand in his, lifting it to his lips to kiss the smooth back of it. “I know. Me too.” 

Maybe Dean doesn’t remember being raised from Hell, but he remembers all of the important stuff since. He remembers when Cas wasn’t Cas but Castiel and he remembers flyaway hair and backwards ties and sparks, so many sparks, sparks that rained from the ceiling in welcome and in praise and he remembers thinking, even then, oh, hello, you’ve finally found me.

And maybe they don’t mention it again for the rest of the day, but that’s only because they don’t have to. They say it with their bodies; with the way they hold each other impossibly close that night, not letting a single space exist between them. Thank you, thank you, thank you, they say, but really they mean I love you, and they go to sleep just that like, finally found. 

~ September 18th ~

Happy Anniversary Dean & Castiel

Resting his cheek against Dean’s shoulder, Castiel pretends that he doesn’t have a clue what this is all about as they slow dance in the bunker’s kitchen on a regular Friday night, both dressed up in slacks and fancy dress shirts. Sometimes Dean doesn’t want to talk about things, but wants to show rather than tell. Castiel lets him. There’s no music, only Dean humming along to a song in his head, a song that Castiel doesn’t even recognize. Yet it’s perfect, all of it.

After Sam had made himself scarce, Dean had made dinner for the two of them; candles, roses, the whole nine yards. Castiel isn’t quite sure how he’d ended up here, in Dean’s arms, but he’s not about to complain.

Dean doesn’t often do these things, so when he does do them, it always catches Castiel by surprise.

When Dean stops singing, they don’t stop moving, still swaying lazily to the rhythm of their own breathing and their heartbeats. Castiel sighs contentedly, his arms tightening around Dean’s neck as Dean’s grip on his waist becomes more firm. Almost as if Dean is scared that Castiel will disappear if he doesn’t hold on. Castiel likes it, to be needed like that. Dean needing him like that.

“You know why, right?” Dean suddenly murmurs against his temple.

Ah, so Dean does want to talk about it.

“Of course I do, Dean.” Castiel assures him with a light kiss against his jaw. “September eighteenth… I could never forget about this date.”

Dean exhales against his cheek, evidently relieved that he’s not alone in that.

“Do you remember any of it?” Dean asks after a moment passes, tone suspiciously nonchalant.

Castiel chuckles at Dean’s unsubtlety, then pulls back a little, so that his eyes can find Dean’s. Even though he’s human now -his memory not as impressive as it used to be back when he still had his grace- this is something that Castiel won’t forget until the day he ceases to exist.

“Every second… All I could see was your soul. I’d seen it before, but when we were there in that barn, I was almost blinded by it. That image will stay with me forever.” He whispers against Dean’s lips. “Do you remember?”

Dean laughs quietly, green eyes lighting up, adding some color to the dimly lit kitchen. “Sure do… I remember wings and… I remember sparks flying.”

They’ve stopped moving, and Castiel brushes his lips against Dean’s in an almost kiss.

“With my wings gone, and with me no longer being able to see souls… I suppose we don’t have much left to remind us of our first meeting.” Castiel mumbles against the corner of Dean’s mouth, that sudden thought making him sad.

But Dean just smiles, and a strong hand cups Castiel’s cheek, warm and comforting. “Yeah well… We don’t need any of that as long as those sparks are still here, right?”

When Dean leans in and kisses him for real, slow, and sweet, and magical… Castiel doesn’t doubt that Dean is right about everything. All these years later, the sparks are still there, and Castiel genuinely believes that those will never fade.

September 18th

(◡‿◡✿)  things that happened on this day  (◡‿◡✿)

- The righteous man was raised from hell.  (◕‿◕✿)

- (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ~『✧~*Handprint!kink*~✧』

“It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out.” / “ Well, I don’t know – some badass demon drags me out and now this? It’s gotta be connected somehow.”

- Cas tries to communicate with Dean.  (┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

- (ノ⊙ヮ⊙)ノ~『✧~*Castiel’s entrance!*~✧』

- “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”

- Dean stabs Cas and the first time they have eyesex.  ✧・゚:*✧・゚:* \(◕‿◕✿)/ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

- Cas shows off the shadows of his wings and Dean can’t help but stare at this attractive motherfucker like no other.  ★~(◠﹏◕✿)

-  “What’s the matter? You don’t think you deserve to be saved?”

- The way Cas looks at Dean.  (´。• ᵕ •。`)

- The way Dean stares back.  (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

CASANDDEAN  (◞≼◉ื≽◟​;益;◞≼◉ื≽◟)

Happy Anniversary

“Cas? Wanna take a walk with me?” Dean asked.

“Of course, Dean.” Cas marked his page and set his book down on the motel bed alongside his other research. Sam never looked up from the laptop he had on the small table by the window.

It was dark, quiet except for the intermittent buzzing of the motel sign in the parking lot. They walked side by side to the sidewalk and down the block toward the all-night diner.

Dean stopped them in the alley and checked his watch. He pulled something out of his jacket along with a lighter. He handed what felt like a thin piece of wire to Cas then lit the tip of it. He touched his wire to it then sparks were flying around them.

Dean leaned forward for a kiss. “After midnight. Happy Anniversary, Cas.”

Cas stood confused for a moment before it clicked. Dean was reenacting when they first met in the barn eight years ago. He smiled and kissed back, throwing his arms around Dean. “Happy Anniversary, Dean.”


~ September 18th ~

Every Destiel shipper out there should take four minutes of their time to watch this today, still gives me chills! 

A deep shade of blue is always there...

Fun story for Destiel day! I thought I’d talk about Meta Fiction and my favourite moment, which doesn’t even have Dean and Cas directly interacting with each other but was the moment I realised this ship had started sailing and I wasn’t even paying attention.

Until Meta Fiction I was a passive shipper who honestly didn’t really think about it outside of “hey there’s a new episode up, ooh, this one has Cas lol I bet he and Dean are going to do something cute together.” and that was pretty much as far as my enthusiasm went and, I stress, I never ever thought about it in a context of it being real or something that I could read into beyond good actor chemistry.

Also until Meta Fiction, I’d never heard that version of The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Any More. I’m not sure if that’s the original or a cover, but I know the only version I’d heard was a cover by the British indie piano pop-rock group Keane, who are from 10 minutes up the road from me and therefore I’ve had an obligatory sense of needing to own everything they ever released just because of geography. One of those things was a B-side with a cover of the song.

Backing up a moment, has everyone heard the 2 versions of Ironic by Alanis Morrissette? One of my friends is super in love with her voice so I’ve ended up hearing both many times, starting with the original Jagged Little Pill album. In the original version she sings it straight - “It’s like meeting the man of your dreams/and meeting his beautiful wife.” In the re-release on her acoustic album, there’s a subtle change which pretty much knocked me out of my chair the first time I heard it - “It’s like meeting the man of your dreams/and meeting his beautiful husband.”

Pretty much the same thing happened to me here, complete with the big gay realisation. In the Keane cover, the opening lines are sung nice and clearly, and run:

“Loneliness is the cloak you wear…”

So yeah, give me about 3 years of listening to this song fairly regularly because I am an unashamed fan of this group (a lot of their original songs are great for Destiel feels too FYI) and knew all their earlier stuff completely by heart, these are the lyrics I am familiar with.

Compare that to the song Metatron sticks on for the closing montage of the episode. So we have him rabbiting on about plot twists and characters surprising you to sum up the events of his little story he was so proud of telling. Then he goes ahead and puts on a vinyl of one of the songs I’ve spent a fair amount of time listening to as inspiration for my own writing. At first I don’t even recognise it: the instrumental is much better and richer, and then the wordless vocalisations begin and I’m just starting to get vibes that I know this song as we’re watching Dean’s face as he drives along, his angry-calm MoC state way obvious and on the surface now, right after Cas desperately asks Sam to look after him. And then we cut to Cas, and the music is suddenly definitely this tune I know, but no big deal, I’m just hearing a new, better version of it, right?

Yeah, then the lyrics start.

“Loneliness is the coat you wear…”

Mental blue screen of death.

Coat. The lyrics are unmistakable.

What was this episode, if not a story of Cas and his coat? For the first time in my life I hear the proper(?) lyrics of this song, while Cas is standing there, sort of generally existing and wearing a coat, and despite the subtle change in lyrics, I know the rest of this song well enough to sing along top volume if I so wanted. Oh no, I think. Oh no.

And there’s Metatron, delightedly hammering out original fiction to the tune of this song, and there’s Cas tearing off his coat in response to that line - oh no. A deep shade of blue is always there? Yeah, it’s about depression and loneliness and Cas has just thrown away his coat-of-loneliness and yeeeep he’s summoning the angels, I knew it. I knew it as soon as I recognised the song. He takes the coat off as a symbol of banishing the loneliness, right? Right?

But wait I know this song. And… No, they’re not. They’re just not. The show is not going to do this whole thing about the angels and how that’s going to make the sun not shine any more… But isn’t this really incongruous? Because even though the lyrics aren’t 100% what I remember them, I know this song. I know the next line, and it’s going to contrast Cas gaining this new family to not having love, because if he’s meeting them right NOW then there’s got to be something else he’s missing…



“… When you’re without looooove,” the band carries on singing like they have no idea what they’re being montaged with. Just Cas, greeting his new angel army. And like, that’s it for song and the episode, definitely it for incongruous and unnecessary shots of the Winchesters. We get a few more seconds of Cas and his angel army and he’s wearing his loneliness coat despite having this new family, and he’s greeting them as the music tells us that the sun isn’t going to shine any more because he’s doing the thing the entire episode told us was the last thing he ever wanted to do, and Metatron is smirking away wrapping up his story… And… And…

At this point the entire episode and then the entire season, and then the entire show from 4x01 onwards flashes through my head. And I hear my brother’s voice echoing in my head, “Tumblr” and I know it is where the fandoms go. Surely someone else there will understand what just happened, and tell me that Metatron did not just tell me almost completely outright that Cas is in love with Dean? 

And so for Destiel day I’m raising a glass to Metatron and the crappy indie pop I grew up listening to. Thank you for making Destiel inescapable. I think. This ship will probably kill me but what are you going to do about it?

Happy Anniversary, Dean and Cas!
(September 18th, 2014) 

It’s the worst day in human history.



Yeah, it’s Garth. Sorry to wake you up an’ all, but we gotta code red witch situation ‘bout five hours from you. Can you take care of it?

It started with a phone call.

Dean had been dreaming of absolutely nothing at all, curled around his awesome boyfriend on his awesome memory foam mattress in their awesome bunker on the 18th of September, and then Garth just had to make that stupid fucking phone call.

“Turn it off,” Cas had slurred, burrowing his face into Dean’s hair.

Look, Dean, I’m sorry. I know it’s your anniversary, but you guys are the closest ones.

Dean had been about two seconds from telling Garth that yeah: it’s my fucking anniversary and you fucking woke me and my boyfriend up at ass o’clock in the morning, find someone else, when the quirky hunter says the magic words:

…It’s kid stuff.”

Dean has a tolerance for many things, but witches messing around with kids is not one of them.

Fuck. Where’d you say it was?”

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~ September 18th ~

Happy Anniversary Dean & Castiel

As Dean slowly woke up, opening his eyes and in the back of his mind recalling what day it was today, he found himself smiling sleepily.

He knew that he was being weird about this, because technically, it was a day like any other. September 18th. Dean was not ashamed to admit that it was dumb to get all sentimental because of a date; it was simply a number. And yet, this particular day was important to Dean…

He rolled onto his side, so that he could take a look at the still sleeping figure beside him.

A fallen angel was curled up under the blankets, face buried in his pillow so that Dean could only see the mess that was Castiel’s hair. Dean smiled affectionately. He scooted closer to Cas, nuzzling the nape of Castiel’s neck and kissing him softly where a minuscule strip of skin was exposed.

“Cas? Wake up…” Dean coaxed, whispering into Castiel’s hair.

The only response coming from the heap of blankets was a grunt that sounded somewhat like Dean’s name.

Dean laughed quietly; Cas as a human was not a happy camper in the mornings.

“Ah, come on, baby.” Dean tried again, adding the pet name to try and persuade Cas. “We shouldn’t sleep this day away.”

“’s too early, Dean…” The deep sleep-drunk voice protested, muffled against the pillow.

“Hmm, it’s almost noon, so I wouldn’t say early.” Dean countered, gently poking Castiel in the ribs.

The former angel downright groaned at that, but he at last gave up on ignoring Dean and shifted so that he was resting on his side, finally allowing Dean to make eye-contact.

“Hey you…” Dean greeted with a smirk.

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