i love both sam and dean

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Even when they're teenagers dean can't shake the habit of crawling into bed with sam and curling around him protectively, humming them both to sleep ❤ PS I love you and your blog and I hope things get better soon 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

But can you imagine how cold their beds must feel when they’re alone? They grew up curled up in each other on the backseat of the impala and everything else just feels wrong <3

Thank you, sweetheart. It means a lot!

Dean surprises everyone when he hands Cas the iPhone, brand new in its pristine white box. The angel is overwhelmed; he knew his flip phone was outdated but this…

“And wait,” Dean smiles, grabbing another package from the bag. “I haven’t even shown you the best part yet.”

They’re headphones, large ones in a big box and a little plastic container of smaller ear buds. They both have the label Shure on the side, a fact that has Sam’s hazel eyes wide and Castiel blushing under the lavishness of the gifts. “Dean, I don’t need–”

“I know,” Dean says. His smile, though hesitant and shy, is beautiful. “I, uh, I wanted to. ‘Sides, can’t have you listening to shitty tunes on shitty headphones, y'know?”

The phone has already been set up, a fact Castiel is eternally grateful for. The angel watches as Dean explains how the device works, tapping at the screen and plugging in the huge headphones and carefully placing them over Cas’s ears. Castiel flinches in response: “Sorry.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Dean replies. His smile is brave and fake, and Cas hates it. He wishes he could relax. He wishes he could stop being anxious and sad. But ever since he expelled Lucifer and killed Amara, things have been—different. Loud noises make him jump, unexpected touches make him cringe and flinch, and he often loses himself in his own thoughts.

“Hey, here, I wanna show you something.” This time, Dean warns him before touching him, his calloused fingers smoothing over his arm as his other hand hovers over the phone. “I’m gonna press play, okay? You’ll like it, I promise.”

With the knowledge that the song will be a surprise, Castiel tenses up, his shoulders almost touching his ears. He nods and bites his lip, almost to the point of blood.

Dean’s green eyes become dull and worried in response, and the hunter gives a little nod of his own. He presses play. Cas flinches pre-emptively.

And then it’s just… alright. Good, even.

In the place of music, the sound of rain filters through his headphones. It’s a little bit of a shock at first, he has to turn the volume down because the bouts of thunder make him jump, but after a while, it becomes—relaxing. The sound is repetitive, soft, the thunder is low and grumbly, and it soothes Cas until he’s comfortable enough to slump in his seat. Dean, who at some point has sat down beside him, easily takes Castiel’s weight against his shoulder. When he wraps an arm around the angel, Cas doesn’t even flinch.

Soon after, the rain changes to the hum of a washing machine, but instead of another ten minutes of blissful white noise, the sound is soon interrupted by something sharper. It’s still a low sound, though, and with how relaxed Castiel is, the angel doesn’t startle.

It’s Dean.

So, uh, hey Cas, it’s me. Ah… Dean.

A smile begins to creep across Cas’s lips.

Shit. Fuck, of course it’s me—um, yep. So, it’s Dean. And I just. I just wanted to talk, I guess. I know it’s been kinda, uh, tough since you got back, and I know we don’t talk about it, but I’m… I’m worried, Cas. And I know I’m a coward. And I know I’m probably bein’ selfish right now, but it’s killin’ me to watch you waste away to nothing, man. I, ah, I love you too much for that. Like, I love you a lot, a-and—fuck. I’m not… doin’ this right.

Look, what I, I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is that… I don’t care why you did it. I don’t. I care about you, Cas. And if you don’t love me back, that’s cool, and if you do, well… A shaky breath. Well, then, we move at your pace. But you’re all I care about. You gotta believe that.

Kay, um, well, I love you.


Uh, bye.

Cas doesn’t know he’s crying until Dean is wiping at his cheeks, freckled skin drowning in ruby red warmth as the hunter coos and hushes him. Castiel grasps Dean’s wrists tightly and carefully leans in, his breath shaky and laboured and nervous before he presses the sweetest of chaste kisses upon the other’s lips. Immediately after, Cas buries his face in Dean’s neck and hugs his hunter tightly. “Thank you,” he breathes.

Dean’s small, relieved smile presses against the top of Castiel’s head. “Yeah, god, anytime, Cas,” he breathes. “L-love you.”

It takes a handful of seconds before Cas can gather up the air to answer—before he’s absolutely certain this is real. Fingers twisting in the material of Dean’s shirt, the angel nods, throat clicking with his swallow. His lips part.

“Love you.”

12x10- THE Destiel Episode

Jesus Christ in heaven. This entire episode was pure magic. Normally I write a post called ‘Destiel bits on episode xyz.’ This episode? No need because every single second was Destiel. So this post will be more of a recap and screaming about every scene. 

And before we proceed, Steve Yockey… Marry me. 

Warning for long post ahead with a metric ton of gifs. SPOILERS AHEAD.

(gif credits to @yourfavoritedirector​, @subcas @some-people-call-it-tragic​, @angvlicmish​, @codestielckles)

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Reminder during hiatus of latest Destiel canon:

12x03 - 12x09 Dean is illogically pissy with Cas for teaming up with Crowley.

12x15 - Dean is illogically pissed that Cas is looking into Angel killings. Again.

Dean is believed to be Castiel’s weakness and mirrored as his love interest by Ishim.

Dean would rather put himself in danger from Ishim than risk danger to Cas.

Dean isn’t angry that Cas cares about them so much he put himself in danger, he is worried.

Cas says I love you while avoiding eye contact with anyone. The camera pans only to Dean.

Cas says I love all of you looking at Sam then finally a lingering stare at Dean.

The camera pans to Dean. His lip wobbles for the second time that day, the first being when Cas told him he was dying.

Dean threatens Crowley, Sam and Dean both risk themselves to try to save Cas.

Dean can’t watch Cas in his final moments and looks like he may even be praying.

Crowley saves Cas, looks to Dean and says ‘you’re welcome’.

Dean tells Cas they’re going home.

Mary is the reason Cas almost died. For the colt. Which she didn’t admit to when they were looking for a cure for Cas. Which Sam used to kill the Alpha.

Dean doesn’t know all this.

Cas leaves home ‘for the greater good’ and Dean is pissy about it. Again. Undertones of worry re: end of 12x10.

Meanwhile Dean thanks Crowley sincerely for saving Cas.

Bonus Dean focused 'things that are important’:

Dean canonically is underneath it all a sweet, soft man who is kind to Rowena, loves Disney films and cartoons, riding Larry, is up for 'live skinemax’ and is still a badass hunter even with no memories.

His facade has been coming down small piece by small piece all season.

We have heard NO(?) rock music since ‘Rock never dies’ - interesting metaphor.

Cas and Crowley are the only main characters who haven’t lied to Dean’s face this season.

Dean is an excellent lie detector and strategist and generally reads people very well…

This is like 4 episodes worth of stuff guys. This season is intense.

i really hope the first time dean sees cas after he forgets who he is, sam introduces him as his boyfriend as a joke because of the way they’ve been arguing latley, and dean is just like, “well i scored.” in that witty dean voice and winks at him. before anyone can say anything he’s like, “wait, so i’m gay? oh, no, i’m bisexual, aren’t i? figgin’ best of both worlds!” and as dean looks cas up and down, biting his lip and all, sam doesn’t correct him. castiel is awkward at first, but goes along with it, holding his hand as they walk place to place. when dean finally gets his memories back and realizes that cas, in fact, isn’t his boyfriend, he continues to hold hands, hug, and eventually kiss cas like nothing happened because forgetting his past made him forget all the stupid reasons why he told himself he wasn’t bisexual, or deeply in love with cas. forgetting everything made him remember a part of who he actually was, and made him forget why he was hiding it.

‘Not Once.’

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Words: 608

A/N: Part three in the ‘How To Love’ series! I think that in this part, we see the start of Dean and the reader, both trying to really work on what had happened. Let me know if you want a part four! Enjoy~ 

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The sound of the Impala’s engine pulled you from your sleep. You raised your arms over your head and stretched, slowly beginning to open your eyes. In seconds, all of last night came crashing through your thoughts.

“Hey.” Sam greeted from the table. He sat with his laptop open, probably researching yet another case.

“Mornin’.” You replied with a smile. Before you could even get up from your bed, Dean came through the door with his hands full.

He passed a coffee to Sam, and then set down the bags of food he had bought for breakfast. He walked over to you without a word and handed you a cup as well.

“Hazelnut?” You asked, praying it was your regular order.

“Uh, caramel.” He said.

“Dean, you know I hate c-” On instinct, you began to bicker with him. “Thank you.” You said instead, as you realized you fought with him just as much as he did with you.

“No problem.” He gave you a small smile.

You drank down what was officially the worst cup of coffee you ever had the displeasure of drinking, and then headed to the bathroom.

Dean immediately turned his attention to his brother, “I’m a piece of shit, aren’t I?”

Sam nearly laughed, “Sometimes.”

Dean punched him in the shoulder, “When did you get so honest?” He said and Sam laughed.

“But if we’re being serious, you aren’t. You just… make mistakes sometimes that you gotta fix.” As he spoke, Sam motioned towards the bathroom where you were brushing your teeth.

Dean nodded in agreement. He found himself staring at the lamp on the other side of the room, mind encompassed in thought as he spaced out.

“And, Dean?” Sam said as he stood up to throw out his cup.

“Yeah?” Dean snapped out of his thoughts.

“Y/N, has never complained to me.” Sam stated. You were his best friend, you told him everything.

“What do you mean?” Dean turned in his chair and leaned his elbow against the table.

“I mean, she tells me everything that pisses her off. There’s a long list.” He laughed gently, “But, she never once complained about you picking fights with her for no reason. Not once.”

Dean dropped his gaze from his younger brother in something Sam recognized as shame.

“Do you know what that means, Dean?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.” Dean said quickly, finally seeing that every single time he picked a fight with you, you loved him either way.

Then, with the force of a thunderstorm, you ran out of the bathroom and towards the boys.

“What happened?” Sam furrowed his brows.

“Look.” You tossed your phone towards him. Dean stood up and walked behind his brother, peering over his shoulder. Meanwhile, you grabbed a change of clothes and walked back into the bathroom to dress. When you came back out, both brothers stared at you.

“Didn’t we…” Sam squinted his eyes and sighed.

“It’s dead!” Dean exclaimed, “You killed it with your own two hands!”

“I know.” You replied.

The screen of your phone read a news headline, eerily similar to the one that brought the three of you into this town to kill the wendigo.

“How did it survive?” Dean asked no one in particular.

You dropped your head and sighed, “I’m sorry, guys.” You looked back up at them. Expecting Dean to be upset at your fuck up, you looked at him first.

“It’s not your fault.” He said, and your lips parted.

His younger brother agreed, “We should have double-checked.”

“So… what do we do?” You questioned, and by the looks on their faces, they hadn’t the slightest idea.



12x14 The Raid

It hurts to think that Dean never had a childhood. He always has been the parent in this family, with John, with Sam and now with Mary. I don’t really have faith in Mary (just my opinion, maybe it will change before the end of the season, who knows?) but after season 11, I thought the boys were done with keeping secrets from each other and would try to talk more… And honestly, Dean Winchester deserves better. I love both Sam and Dean, and I will ‘til the end but, yeah, Dean Winchester deserves better. 

They’re taller and older now
Dean’s no longer a four-year-old
I don’t have to tie his shoes
Or wipe his nose when he cries
Sam no longer wails for food
Or coos for attention

They’re taller and older now
They’ve got great wisdom
Some I never wished for them
They know things I never wanted them to
And sometimes when I’m alone in my room
I’ll yearn for our lost years

They’re taller and older now
And Dean can hold me in his arms
And Sam towers over me
They’re both so full of love still
That never seemed to change
Inside, they’re still my baby boys


yearning for our lost years; j.r.l

Supernatural Poetry Challenge | envydean vs. @godshipsit
Prompt: Mary Winchester
Pairings: None
Tags: Family, Slight S12 Spoilers, yearning

Socially Awkward

Pairing: Cas x Reader
Words:  941
Requested by @llamas16:  Idk how your requests work but I would like to request a Cas x reader fic where the reader is very socially awkward and so is Cas so dean and sam try to hook them up and it ends in either smut or fluff or both? You don’t have to but I would love it if you did :)

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, send an ask.

          You had been hunting for a while before you met Sam and Dean. When you met them, you made a great impression. You had just taken out a poltergeist. You were pumped full of adrenaline. But as soon as they started talking to you, you froze and couldn’t figure out to speak English.

           Dean had asked your name and you had spaced for a good thirty seconds before you actually said Y/N.

           Sam had asked how long you had been hunting and you said “Long time. Since kid,” you inwardly chastised yourself for not being able to people.

           You were sure, after that first encounter, that you wouldn’t see the Winchester’s again. But fate would have it that you would end up hunting with them.

           “Y/N, I think we have someone you should meet,” Dean said, smirking a little when the three of you walked out of the house after taking care of the witch.

           “Dean . . .” Sam had looked over at him, seeming to sense what his brother was getting at. You weren’t sure if Sam approved or not.

           “Dude, they’d be perfect for each other,” Dean said.

           Sam sighed, “Don’t force it.”

           “Guys, I’m right here,” you said, feeling like you were an invisible onlooker in this conversation.

           “We know,” Dean said, “Sorry.”

           “Wanna let me in on the secret?” you asked.

           “We will.”

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Dean’s New Nickname.

Originally posted by dean---winchester---imagines

Originally posted by freak-of-evolution

A/N: So if you follow my main blog, you can see that I am a huge slut for Harley Quinn, both animated and movie version. I love both Harley Quinn and SPN a lot so I wanted to do a little fic where the reader dresses up as club Harley when on a case with the boys. Hope you guys enjoy and I may do something with this if I get a good response towards it! ;) 

Warnings:None, except for a daddy kink. 

Words: 1,075

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Imagine having to dress up for a hunt and Gabriel realising he loves you

Word Count: 1289

Request by: @mrs-winchester-novak

 I love your writing! I was hoping I could request a gabrielxreader? It’s where the boys and the reader (who lives with them) have to go to a black tie event for a hunt and so the reader gets dressed up and asked Gabriel to be her date (cause she likes him) and so when they see each other they are baffled bc they both look so good and it’s super fluffy and cute bc they both are telling each other how good they look? They also confess their love for each other and it can lead on if you want:) 

Warnings (I guess): Implied sexy times boiii!

A/N: OH GOSH! I have a astronomy test tomorrow for GCSE’s and instead I’m writing fanfictions. Priorities, am I right?! Wish me luck on my test guys, cause Chuck help me I’m gonna need it. 

“No! Nope, no way!” You repeated as you paced back and forth.

Sam and Dean had both just told you that for the next hunt you needed to be used as bait as the ghost you were currently fighting only attacked girls and that the next location they would strike would be at a fancy ball meaning you would have to dress up sophisticatedly.

“I don’t think the Ghost would even go for me anyway!” You murmured to yourself yet due to the quiet room, the Winchesters heard you.

The idea of you wearing a dress and heels made you feel slightly insecure as it had been years since you had worn anything close to an outfit with such elegance, usually you would be most comfortable in a flannel jacket and some hunter’s boots they’re more practical anyway.

“Who would I even go with?” you questioned. Sam and Dean would have to fight the ghost when you lured it meaning nobody would be there to escort you to the ball, you would look out of place if you were alone-

You were cut out of your thoughts as the familiar sound of flapping wings filled the room.

“What’s this I hear about a party?” Gabriel snapped his fingers causing a sucker to appear in his hand before placing it in his mouth.

“It’s not even a party, it’s a ball,” You groaned still annoyed that you knew you would have to do this for Sam and Dean, “The Winchesters want me to act as bait at this fancy, shmancy dance but I have to get dressed up meaning dresses, heels and makeup and I’ll have nobody to go with which makes it extremely awkward and suspicious…” you continued to ramble on about all of the problems with this plan.

“I’ll go with you,” Gabriel simply said, pulling you out of your mini rant, “I mean, think about it, you won’t have to go alone, I’ll be there to protect you and also you’ll get to see how ravishing I am in a suit,” he added whilst wiggling his eyebrows at you causing a slight smile to appear on your face.

You knew that you could be in almost any situation with Gabriel and feel completely safe/calm next to him due to the slight crush you had developed on the archangel when you both first met almost a year ago, you had quickly become good friends and as that friendship progressed you tried your hardest to push away any feelings you had for him as you knew that he could never love you back but the feelings always seemed to resurface every time you saw him.

After what felt like an eternity of getting ready in the bathroom you were finally done. Your dress was black, tight and slimming and your high heels lengthened out your legs and height (even though you still wouldn’t be as tall as Sam or Dean in them) and your hair was curled giving it volume and a bounce as you walked. You turned and looked into the mirror and you were definitely pulling the outfit off.

“Ughh, Y/N are you done in there? It’s been ages, come on we have to go,” you heard Gabriel childishly moan from behind the closed bathroom door.

You chuckled to yourself at his impatience before opening the door to the bathroom and walking out.

Gabriels face dropped from all emotion as did his jaw as he took in your beauty.

Gabriels POV

She was beautiful; exceedingly beautiful. Her dimples made pretty craters on her skin as she laughed. Her lips seemed made to be kissed – and in no doubt, they were and she had the brightest most enticing eyes you would ever see. No words could describe how beautiful she was.

Snap out of it Gabriel, she could never fall in love with you. You’re an archangel, she’s a human. Why would she want to be with you when she could have a normal life?

Gabriel quickly replaced his jaw dropped, expressionless face with the smug smirk everyone knew him for.

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You almost immediately noticed Gabriel’s shocked face at your appearance. Was it too much? Did I go over the top? Your thoughts ran frantically wild but calmed as you noticed what Gabriel was wearing and by gosh did it make the room feel instantly ten times hotter.

He was dressed in a sharp looking, well fitted suit which accentuated all the right parts of him. A black tie was hung from his neck and his hair was slickly pushed back. To say that Gabe looked amazing was a serious understatement, how the hell would people believe that I was seriously going out with him for this hunt.

“Y-,” Gabriel tried to speak but his voice wouldn’t allow him to, “Y/N, you look absolutely amazing,” his eyes roamed your body causing a heat to rise instantly to your cheeks.

“Me amazing? Have you seen yourself, you’re like the hottest person on the Earth right now,” you spoke without thinking. Gabriel’s eyebrows raised at what you said. If you weren’t blushing before, you definitely were now.

“I didn’t mean that- well erm, I kinda did, I mean-“ as you stuttered around and fumbled for the right words to say, a new found confidence overcame Gabriel and he stepped as close as he could to you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist and his body pressing against yours.

You tried to look down as you were extremely nervous but Gabriel lifted one of his hands to your face, his thumb and finger pressed gently against your chin pulling your face so that you were looking directly into each other’s eyes.

“I have no clue how I’m going to keep my hands off of you during this hunt,” Gabriel leaned down and whispered into your ear sending a wave of pleasurable shivers down your spine.

Your heart slowed down to an almost stop as Gabe leaned in closer towards your lips until eventually, as cliché as it sounded, fireworks exploded in your stomach as you both locked lips. Your hand moved up to his head as you wrapped your fingers within his golden hair. Your pulse beat fast as you were drunk on emotions, his soft candy coated lips moved perfectly with yours. It felt like it would last forever but eventually it ended and you both pulled away.

Gabriel’s arm was still tightly wrapped around your waist and his body still impossibly close to yours, leaving you only wanting to lean in to taste his soft lips again.

“I suppose we should go on this hunt then, Sam and Dean are waiting for us,” you said with a slightly sad tone to your voice which Gabriel instantly picked up on.

“Nah, I have a better idea,” he said before clicking his fingers then scooping you up into his arms causing a shocked gasp and a slight giggle to escape your lips, “they think we’re with them in the back of the impala.”

He gently placed you down onto the bed before crawling on after you, his hand placed on your thigh as he looked lustfully into your eyes.

“Meaning we have plenty of time alone,” he nuzzled his face into your neck as he placed gentle kisses down it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Gabriel murmured in between kisses.

“Oh trust me, I do,” you replied smugly before pulling his face into your hands and locking lips with his once again.

You could practically feel the love radiating off of both of you and you knew in that moment that the love you both felt would last forever.

Tags: @idji-bitchy-assbutt-jerk

Library Time - Revamped

Author: MelBelle45

Author Notes: Revamped to make it better. I also included my very first aesthetic. This fic is based off of the two Jensen pics. Beta’d by the ever lovely @avasmommy224

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warnings: Smut (oral: both; smutty, smut, smut)

Word Count: 1,879

Summary: You’ve always wanted to try out the library. With Sam not home, here’s your chance.


“That was one hell of a wedding,” you said, throwing your black clutch purse on the bed before undoing your strand of pearls. You toed off your red heels by the door to the room you shared with Dean. You inhaled the bunker scent – a bit of metal, a bit of old books, a bit of leather and dampness. A very manly smell, but a smell that was home to you and calmed you instantly.

“Literally,” you heard Dean in the kitchen and headed that way. “It’s not every day Crowley gets married…and we were invited.” You rounded the corner to find him, tux jacket still on, tie loosened just enough to unbutton the top two buttons of the crisp, white shirt. He had a small glass tumbler in one hand, a bottle of whiskey in the other.

“Champagne not enough for you?” you smirked, leaning on the island in front of him. You noticed his eyes rested on the ample cleavage you bore with your position. Your black dress was low cut, but leaning on the island simply made his view even better. There was a burning in those green eyes that always put that familiar wanting in your stomach. He glanced away only to pour the amber liquid into the glass, the smell of aged alcohol filling the air around you.

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For Me To Know, And For You To Find Out

Request: “Ok here’s my supernatural request! (So glad you’re taking cos I love your Star Wars writing!) so reader hunts with Sam and dean and they find out that she’s sleeping w both of them as well as cas while they’re on a hunt without reader, then they come home kina angry only to find her in bed with Lucifer? Nothing too angsty and some references to smut and reader sexts Sam and that’s how they find out?”

Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader, Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1216 (sorry it’s short - this is my first ever spn fic!!)

Warnings: implied smut, mentions of smut

The sound of the final head falling to the ground marked the end of the hunt, Dean leaning over with his hands on his knees, panting from the exerting fight.

“That’s the last one?” Sam asked breathlessly. His brother nodded.

“Let’s get back to the motel, Cas is probably there by now.” Dean added, wiping his bloody blade on the shirt of his fallen foe. He looked up to see Sam smiling at his phone. “Hey! Did you hear what I just said?”

“Hm? Yeah.” Sam lifted his gaze for a split second, then diverted his attention once again to the screen. Dean, with an annoyed huff, snatched the device from Sam, and despite his objections he started reading the messages on the screen.

SAM: just finished the hunt. Will be back ASAP.

(Y/N): good :)

He rolled his eyes at the boring conversation, but as he scrolled down, avoiding Sam’s reaching hands, his eyes widened at the sight of a picture you had sent.

It was a photo of you in a familiar set of white lace lingerie. You looked absolutely divine, and for a moment Dean’s anger dissipated into a brief wave of arousal, before he shook himself out of his daze. The following message made his blood boil.

(Y/N): get back here quick. I’m touching myself just thinking about the things you’ll do to me tonight.

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There Are Worse Things

Pairings/ Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: The Reader and Dean’s relationship…or lack thereof

Prompts: #laurahits1k, There are Worse Things I Could Do from the movie Grease

Word count: 882

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, heartache, fear, abandonment

A/N: @just-another-busy-fangirl@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, my beta

*Bold & in Italics are song lyrics*

*GIFs are not mine*

There are worse things I could do,
Than go with a boy or two.

“Sam. Dean. Hurry up and find the bones. I think I saw five-oh patrolling the lot.”

“Well princess, if you got your ass down here and help us dig, maybe we’d be done already…” Dean huffs in a frustrated voice while Sam chuckles at your “arguement.” Sam knows you both have feelings for each other but are too stubborn and pig-headed to actually do anything about it.  So these little “arguments” will continue until one of you eventually snaps and reveals your feelings or runs away.

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Even though the neighborhood thinks I’m trashy,
And no good,
I suppose it could be true,
But there are worse things I could do.

“Y/N? Why are you dressed like…well….that?” Dean asks in a worried tone.

She was wearing a red and black pinstriped corset that showed way too much bust (in Dean’s opinion anyway), a black pleated skater mini skirt that showed off her muscular legs beautifully, and calf-length faux leather 4-inch stiletto heels.

“Like what?” she asks with a raised brow and angrily pursed lips

“Nevermind. I’m just gonna stay here and do some research.  You and Sammy have fun.” Dean mumbles while nervously running his hands across the back of his neck repeatedly.

I could flirt with all the guys,
Smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
Make them think they stand a chance,
Then refuse to see it through.
That’s a thing I’d never do.

“Y/N, please don’t do anything rash like take that douchebag back to the motel.” Dean pleads with you nervously with a hint of disgust.

“Dean, relax. I can handle myself. Besides, I never said I was going to bring him back with me tonight…:” Y/N whispers into his ear before sauntering over to the mark.

I could stay home every night,
Wait around for Mr. Right.
Take cold showers every day,
And throw my life away,
On a dream that won’t come true.

Y/N was sitting alone, curled in on herself under the covers of her motel bed while trying to shut out the sounds of sex filling the room through the thin walls.

Tears run silently down her face as she hears the woman screaming out for Dean and she could barely hear his moans and groans. Her heart aches at the feeling that he will never be with someone like her. Besides, why would Dean Winchester ever love her when he can have any woman he likes? There must be something wrong with her for Dean to ignore the fact that she wears her heart on her sleeve. Hell, even Castiel knows that she loves Dean and he’s oblivious to most common things like flirting or good natured bantering back and forth that has been the staple of Y/N and Dean’s “relationship.”

I could hurt someone like me,
Out of spite or jealousy.
I don’t steal and I don’t lie,
But I can feel and I can cry.
A fact I’ll bet you never knew.
But to cry in front of you,
That’s the worst thing I could do.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t watch him go on with these bar flies. Every new conquest steals a little more of my soul and the love I feel for him turns to pain. I’m tired of being alone and in pain. I think that after this hunt, I’m going to pack up and leave. I’ll just disappear and Dean will forget about me easily enough. It really is better this way.” Y/N mutters to herself as she drowns her sorrows and tears into the bottle of Jack she got from the corner market earlier.

Y/N packs the rest of her belongings away and hitches a ride heading out of town. As the tears fall silently down her cheeks, she prays that Dean can find the happiness he deserves even though it will never be with her. Maybe in the years to come, she can forget about the broken heart she got from loving the emerald-eyed hunter but for now, she resigns herself to the constant ache of unrequited love settles into every fiber of her being.

*Dean’s Pov*

“I wonder what I did wrong, Sammy? Y/N doesn’t talk to me anymore. She barely looks at me and I think I did something stupid to drive her away. I know she’s in the life and it’s dangerous for her just knowing me but I can’t help myself and the way I feel about her. I want to, no I need to have her by my side. When she’s not near me, I panic. Of course I do something stupid but she always forgives me. I think that this time is different though… This time I know that there are worse things than having her die in my arms.” Like having her leave me for good.

Originally posted by all-you-need-is-spn

Dating Dean Winchester Would Include:

Originally posted by soluscheese

Author’s Note: Hey guys, I’m hitting y’all with another one of these. It’s the day after Thanksgiving while I write this and I have a cold and I don’t have the mentality to finish up a oneshot for this week, so I hope you all like this instead. - Haley xx

  • Knowing Dean your entire life 
  • Being a hunter’s kid so you know what Dean has gone through 
  • Sitting up front with him in the impala 
  • Even sitting in the middle when Sam’s there 
  • Listening to his favorite songs while he’s gone 
  • Taking long showers together 
  • Watching tv on your off days together 
  • Calming him down after a fight with Sam or Cas 
  • Getting into fights with Dean as well
  • Having makeup sex 
  • Sam loving you like a sibling 
  • Dean saying I love you first 
  • You and Cas being best friends 
  • Sometimes you get to drive the impala 
  • Dean teaching you how to make his mom’s tomato and rice soup 
  • Hunting beside him and Sam 
  • Never leaving Dean’s side 
  • Loving him forever
  • Dean being fiercely protective over you
  • Sam teasing both of you
  • Dean always holding your hand
Put your empty hands in mine (I’m gonna stand by you) - 12x12 coda

Also here on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9812102

They arrive back at the bunker almost at sunrise.

Sam wishes them a goodnight, yawning around the words, and claps Cas on his back when he passes him by. It’s a comforting touch, meant to reassure them both that they’re still alive and well, and Dean immediately longs to do the same. To put his hands anywhere on Cas’ body, to make sure that their friend is truly okay. His fingers twitch restlessly and he balls them into a fist, to keep himself from reaching out.

“You should go to bed, too. You still look like crap,” Dean hears himself say, though there are a million other words burning on the tip of his tongue. Or maybe just three. Three words, finally said aloud by one of them after they were left unspoken for so long.

Cas turns around to look at him, one eyebrow raised. “I thought you said that I look devastatingly handsome?”

Dean is so taken aback by the dry-witted reply, that he flounders for a few seconds. He blinks at Cas, who cracks one of his crooked smiles which he usually directs at Dean whenever he means to cheer him up or comfort him. Right now, it does little to calm the anxious feeling deep inside him, considering that Cas’ clothes are still a bloody mess and he looks utterly exhausted under that smile.

“Yeah, well, maybe I’ll call you that again when you don’t look like you’re gonna fall over any moment,” he answers gruffly and then makes the mistake of stepping closer and actually reaching out to put one rebellious hand on Cas’ left arm.

“Dean, I am fine. My wounds are healed and I will recharge my batteries soon,” Cas tries to reassure him, making those damn dorky air quotes and Dean is taking another step closer, right into Cas’ personal space, before he can stop himself.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath and his grip tightens on Cas’ arm. “Just- just please, take it easy. You’re home now, Cas. And I don’t want you to leave all on your own in a few hours, hell, not even in a few days, okay? Just get some rest and… just stay,” he pleads, the words tumbling from his lips in a desperate rush.

Something flickers in Cas’ eyes, a look of hesitation which Dean has seen there before, but it’s different this time. It seems both more open but also more guarded than ever, which should be a contradiction in itself, but his mind can’t seem to define it any better.

“I won’t leave today,” Cas replies, his voice steady and calm. “But Kelly Kline is still out there and-“

“We have months to find her, okay?” Dean interrupts, not wanting to hear this argument right now. He’s not ready to let go yet, quite literally. “And I will go with you, when you follow the next lead on her.”

That hesitant expression slides off Cas’ face at that and he smiles again, all soft and pleased and happy, and Dean wants to move his hand up to trace that smile with his fingers so badly, he’s shaking with the need.

“It could become rather unpractical, if you don’t want to let me out of your sight again,” Cas says, but he’s only lightly teasing and obviously far more overjoyed and captivated by the way Dean moves even closer, until he can feel Cas’ breath on his face as he speaks.

“I almost lost you tonight. Again. Cas, I – I can’t…” Dean’s voice breaks and he swallows against the painful lump in his throat. His eyes burn at the unbidden memories of Cas lying there in that barn, torn up and bloody and his flesh rotting away right before his eyes, while Dean was unable to help him.

His gaze flickers down to Cas’ lips and Dean can almost see that black mass of goo bubbling up his mouth again and the panic seizes his heart back into an iron fist and he can’t – he can’t let go, he can’t say what he truly wants to say and at the same time can’t think about what he’d do if Cas died without knowing that Dean feels the same way. That he loves him, that he’s family, that he belongs to them – belongs to Dean, just like Dean wants to belong to him.

It’s always been such a scary thought, wanting to belong somewhere or to someone, knowing that good things don’t last and people he loves always either go away or end up dead. But in the last few years they have built themselves a home here at the bunker. It’s not home though, without the people in it. Without Cas.


Cas’ hand comes up against the left side of his face, shaking slightly, and Dean feels both electrified and worried about that unsure touch at once.

“Did you… did you mean it?”

The question leaves him in a whisper and he almost wants to take it back as soon as he utters it. Because what if he’s wrong? Cas had been dying. They had both been almost unable to keep eye contact, though for different reasons probably, and Dean is afraid that he’s reading too much into it, that those words hadn’t been solely meant for him that first time Cas had spoken them.

But Cas leans in even more, until there’s no space left at all between them, and Dean can smell the filth and blood still sticking to his clothes. He wants to pull them all off from Cas’ body and take him back to one of their showers where he can inspect every inch of him and clean him from every evidence of his injuries. His self-control is slipping alarmingly fast, considering how well he’s always been able to suppress the need of physical contact between them.

“I love you, Dean.”

Cas looks at him unwaveringly, the blue of his eyes intense in its determination and raw adoration, and Dean’s heart seizes so painfully, he thinks he might pass out himself.

He wants to say something. He does. But in the next second his lips are pressed against Cas’ mouth in something that can’t even be described as a real kiss. Dean’s mouth is open, since he can’t stop drawing in a desperate breath of air, and Cas doesn’t react for a long moment which makes Dean stay right where he is, completely still and only breathing against Cas’ lips, even as his body starts shaking.

Something salty runs down into the corner of his mouth and he realizes it’s his own tears, but before he can pull away and hide, Cas finally moves. His thumb brushes against Dean’s cheek right under his eye, wiping away the next tear that threatens to fall, and then he’s kissing back with an urgency that overwhelms Dean’s senses completely.

He doesn’t know how long they remain like that, wrapped up in each other, trading kisses and hushed whispers between each touch of their lips. It feels like it can never be enough and he’s sure that he will curse himself later for waiting this long, until it was almost too late, to give in to the feelings he’s harbored for his best friend for years. But right now he can’t bring himself to care, to regret anything that led them to this moment.

When they finally break apart, Cas is smiling at him and taking his hand in a gentle hold, his eyes alight with happiness. “Let’s go to bed,” Cas says, and he knows instantly and without any doubt that he means Dean’s bed. That Cas means to stay.

A smile breaks out on his own face and he nods, while he tightens his grip on Cas’ hand. “Yes.”

They leave the war room, holding onto each other all the way towards their room. He hasn’t said it back yet. Maybe the words will remain stuck in his mangled heart for even longer, even though he feels certain that he won’t be able to hold onto them forever. But considering the way Cas is looking at him, he knows. And that makes Dean feel more calm about it, more at ease that they will do this right, no matter what life will throw at them in the future.

They will face all of it together, as family.

But there’s one thing to be done, before they can crawl onto Dean’s amazing memory foam mattress and hold each other close like Dean has longed for so long.

He sweeps his eyes over Cas’ body again, the sight of all that blood still painful to look at, and his voice is firm and allows no argument when the next two words rush out of him.

“Shower first.”


A/N: Cas said “I love you”. He said it. TO DEAN. I am still an emotional mess because of it and will probably never recover. So I needed to write this coda down last night, before I could even think about sleep. Edited it today, hoping to think more clearly, but I don’t think I’m more coherent now than yesterday.

Also I suck at titles, but I was listening to destiel songs on my playlist and this stuck in my head. Hope you enjoyed it anyway <3

Part 2 - Episode Review of 12x15

Part 1 for 12x14 review

Of the past three episodes this one was my favourite, but of course it was, it had Cas in it - however small his part was. I think it was the best structured for the story as well though and for where it left us in terms of speculation and meta. Basically I have a lot to say.

Davy Perez returns for 12x15 and I think he had a lot of fun with this one. Lucille makes an appearance and I am sure that fans of the Walking Dead recoiled in horror watching Dean Winchester carry that horrid bat, I also enjoyed poor suffering Castiel dealing with the crazy “lizard people” man and the Queen making an appearance (much to Misha’s delight I’m sure).

Other smaller moments I liked – the overlapping conversations both Dean and Sam had to Cas and Mary respectively that led to a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment where it was easy to mishear Dean saying “I love you too” to Castiel. In a Perez episode. When his last episode was 12x12. Which was the episode where Cas confessed his undying love? Yeah that ain’t a coincidence guys.

Also Gwen was a totally awesome character of the week who was twice able to fight off a hellhound that she couldn’t see. Please keep giving us these awesome female characters show. We are starved and scramble for this kind of stuff.

Final small point - Winchesters in glasses *drools*.

For the longer meta points however I’ll start with something that grinded my gears on first watch…

Dean Winchester – No longer a Germaphobe?

Yeah this bothered me.. When did DEAN “bathing in purell tonight” Winchester not care about showering after getting covered in monster goop? There is only ONE OTHER time in the whole series that that was the case… Purgatory. Perez sure loves his call backs to previous seasons. I didn’t pick up on it at first and basically huffed a “that’s out of character” at the screen. But I have since thought about this and re-watched the episode a couple of times and well, its clearly a purgatory callback now. I had to kick myself for getting grumpy at first.

So why are we calling back to Purgatory Dean? Where it “felt pure” and his mission was to “find the angel” at all costs? I know Davy Perez is new, but I can’t imagine him getting the characterisation so wrong here, especially after what he has given us so far. Dean is in purgatory mode. He is going from hunt to hunt unknowingly from the BMOL’s leads and thriving in the kill. Could this be because after twice being told “you’re a killer Dean Winchester” he’s decided to accept it? The last time he truly embraced that killer side of him was in purgatory after all (the mark of cain does not count since he fought against it with every fibre of his being). I think the nod to Lucille also kinda comes into this here. Dean with a distinctive weapon, being the thing that the monsters fear most, it’s some very strong imagery. We are being lead to believe that Dean truly IS the “killer”, the “American Ketch” if you like. So of course I fully expect him to defy the BMOL expectations and fight against that eventually. Dean is on a journey of self-acceptance after all. When he realises he is SO MUCH MORE than just a “killer” (no matter how pure he felt in purgatory) his journey will be complete.

Sam and Lying

I have already covered this briefly in part 1, but Dean is our token excellent liar in this show and yet right now he really is on an honesty kick. Sam however, is not. “Oh so we lie?”  “Yeah. A lot” The interesting thing about Sam’s lying is that when he does lie, he generally thinks it is for the best. This is the case with their lies to Gwen and it is also the case with his lies to Dean about the BMOL. He thinks it will give his brother “peace” to just keep it to himself for the time being. Then he has this conversation with Gwen where she says:

“If I’d just told him, why couldn’t I just tell him the truth”

“but I didn’t, I lied, I lied to make things easier”

This show does love its character parallels after all. This one was pretty obvious. Marcus is Dean getting ripped to shreds by the hellhound, Gwen is Sam lying to make things easier.

Now aside from the uncomfortable wincest implications of such a mirror this is a good point. Because as I said about 12x14, Sam chooses the objective path rather than the emotional path pretty much all the time, because it is easier for him. He may be emotionally intelligent in how he deals with difficult situations generally, but when it comes to his brother and potentially difficult differences of opinion, he would rather keep things quiet.

(I will talk more about Gwen and Marcus as mirrors a bit later)

It is pretty clear to the audience that this conversation with Gwen is what makes Sam decide to tell Dean the truth about working with the Brits. It is evident of how far the boys have come that we are no longer seeing such a  toxic relationship of lying and sacrifice etc etc so much anymore (since it was getting super old). Though he still hasn’t told Dean all the details, and whilst Dean warns that “the minute something feels off we bail” I can’t see Sam actually bailing now. For some reason I reckon Sam has picked his side and is determined to set things right. I expect to see his relationship with Mick develop into almost trust by season end and I ALSO expect that another wedge will be formed between Dean and Sam because of this.

Crowley – rubbing off on everyone

I’m sorry I couldn’t help but make a joke about that line. Which I will never get out of my head! Crowley was really the star of this episode (mainly because Cas only had a small part and even my extremely biased self couldn’t give this one to him and that hot angel dude who was manipulating him). Nope Crowley wins it. He was brilliant. Crowley is still desperately trying to pull his “I don’t care about the Winchesters” act. I’m glad to see that EVERYONE sees through this at this stage.

I was talking to @purplesummer91 after watching this episode (we watched it together with pizza) about how I was so infuriated with Bucklemming for writing Crowley so fucking dumb in 12x13. For choosing to put Lucifer into a purpose built vessel and chain him up in a way that was clearly not going to go well for Crowley. We were both super pissed off about it. Even all the painfully cringe worthy exposition couldn’t save Crowleys character in 12x13. Bucklemming probably had some stupid plan for Lucifer to get out and rape a few more people before finally doing something really stupid and out of character for Lucifer and move to LA to solve crimes… pfft…

Davy Perez however, is now the hero who has saved the script, and Crowley, from their slimy incompetent hands. What he managed to do in this episode was actually have Crowley’s plan make sense again. His “ten steps ahead” speech was really clever of Perez. Giving Crowley the upper hand and putting him right back where his character belongs – as the smartest character in the whole fucking show. Now, I get bored of generic suit wearing demons and angels as much as the next person, and the weakest part of this episode was those two idiots trying to barter with Lucifer and set him free (everyone in hell should really know by now that you stick with Crowley if you actually wanna live at least a little while longer) and whilst I am really bored of Lucifer (and don’t like the season 12 rendition of him at all) I enjoyed watching Crowley beat him down again. It felt like some spiteful revenge on Bucklemming and their idiocy – your next job Davy is to bring Charlie back and have her joke about how terribly stupid her supposed “death” was and how only an idiot would really believe her quick thinking glamour magic from Oz to put the Stines off her trail (if you haven’t noticed already, I’m still super bitter).

Let’s talk about Drowley for a moment though. Because as @purplesummer91 and I discussed after watching, we still can’t believe this is still a thing. I mean, okay, sure. They had their fun together in early season 10, but the fact that the writers continuously bring this back and shove it rather graphically in all of our faces is something else. Never let a hater tell you that Bi!Dean is all in your head, or that you only want it for your ship… because NO ONE ASKED FOR FUCKING DROWLEY. The show chose that. They chose to shove that down our throats and practically make it canon. The fact that it is so fucking obvious in canon is still unbelievable every time we get another Drowley joke.

“Maybe you rubbed off on me, maybe I rubbed off all over you”. Thanks Crowley for that mental image. Where is Sam so I can borrow his brain bleach?

If you are doubting the impact of this line from a shipping perspective, ask yourselves this:  would that line have had as much impact if he had said it to Sam?

Yes, Crowley talks in innuendos, and loves to be overly sexual with the boys, BUT since season 10 and Crowley and Dean’s “summer of love” his sexual jokes have been almost exclusively to Dean. Because Crowley, being the intelligent guy he is, knows that they would have far greater effect on Dean – Since they are fucking true and there is nothing Dean can do about that. Crowley has been Dean’s subtextual ex-boyfriend for two and a half seasons now. This is not something we as fangirls wanted or needed, but the show went there. I’m never getting over that. Ever.

The other important Crowley point to talk about is how he was actually validated this episode for the good he has done. Dean’s sincere thank you for saving Cas, even though Crowley tries to brush it off as wanting to spare himself from the man pain, it is obvious at this stage that he cares for Cas (we talked about this in 12x12 anyway so I won’t go into detail). Sam’s thank you was even more heartfelt, and genuine and sincere, and Crowley didn’t even come back with a snarky remark that time, nor did he brush off Gwen’s hug which was extremely heartwarming. Oh Crowley, you big softy. We all know you still just want to be loved.

Castiel – Angel of Earth – Hunter of Lizard People?

Why is it every time Cas graces our screens I grin like an idiot in love. I was a bit sad that Cas’s role in this episode was so small baring in mind we don’t get him for another three episodes (which I’m slightly pissy about FYI) and we didn’t get him for the last two either. But, Perez seems to be becoming the next Robbie Thompson for giving us a lot of info and meta content in a short space of time.

Cas was so freaking adorable in this episode. Who would have thought that it was canon that Cas is a Beyoncé fan to start with – enough that he knows the name of her sister and used it as his alias. Honestly I can see Dean rolling his eyes but still gazing at him with heaps of affection. The upside down FBI badge really has become a running joke. Cas just isn’t quite there yet in his hunter skills. (all this means for me is that I hope by the end of the series we will get an episode where Cas swoops in like a skilled hunter, flashes his badge in sync with Dean and is perfectly able to interview a witness without any issues whatsoever – AND give them a classic flirtatious wink at the end.)

His utter exasperation over the conspiracy theorists lizard people story was hilarious. As was Cas banging his head against the door. Cas was so done with this guy. But at least he got his Kelly Kline lead.

I think it is important to point out that at this stage, Cas is so disillusioned with his siblings that the moment he sees one he pulls out his blade to defend himself. It breaks my heart but the Dean Winchester in me wants to scream out “Damn right you defend yourself sweetheart. You stab that dick with wings!” As hot as Kelvin is I just don’t trust him one bit. Nor do I buy what he is selling here. What I LOVE is that we are getting MORE unanswered questions to Cas too add to the heap we already have.

“You ever miss it? Upstairs?”

“I love Earth, smells like hay, but it’s not home is it?”

“imagine it Castiel, for you to come and go as you please, be part of your family, your true family again”

Castiel doesn’t answer ANY of these questions, he diverts them. And this is so so interesting to see happening in a script written by the same writer who gave us “Knowing you has been the best part of my life, you’re my family, I love you, I love all of you”. We KNOW as an audience that Cas has chosen who his family, his home is, and it’s not heaven. But the fact that the angels don’t know this, that they STILL think they can manipulate Castiel with talk of acceptance and power… I can’t wait for him to turn to them and basically say “fuck you guys. I am going back to my boyfriend because HE LOVES ME.” And honestly this is where all the coming out/non accepting family of a queer kid metaphors come into play and I LOVE THEM.

In fact the ONLY part of Kelvins whole little speech there that perked Castiel’s interest was mentioning Joshua and this:

”the gardeners got a plan, all we ask is that you hear him out for the greater good.” And at that moment we know Cas is done for, because his second biggest weakness (next to a certain Mr Humanity) is doing the right thing – doing it for the “greater good”.

Cas isn’t going back to heaven for acceptance, to get his ‘home’ back, or for power. He is going back because Joshua has a plan that may help ‘the greater good’ and that is a pitch that Cas can’t say no to. His face when Kelvin asked him if he was ready at the end, again, no answer. He didn’t look ready at all, and I HATE seeing Cas in pain. Especially since apparently we ain’t gonna see him again until 12x19 which I am super pissed off about. Urgh.

But I just need to mention that final moment, Dean Winchester looks down at his phone after Cas hung up and says “he sound weird to you?” we don’t get an answer from Sam but I would bet money on that answer being “no?” because only Dean has that connection to Cas that means he can tell if something is wrong over a fucking PHONE CALL. They are such husbands OMG. Dean is gonna be so upset when he finds out Cas has gone back to heaven. This is gonna hurt to watch.

Gwen and Marcus – Parallels?

The last point I wanted to talk about was how Gwen and Marcus appear to be a mirror for Sam and Dean’s relationship in the show. This was obvious when Gwen spoke to Sam in the car and Sam clearly took her experience and advice and was inspired to tell Dean the truth. The show does this A LOT with various MOTW characters being some way mirrored with the boys in order for the boys to learn a lesson of some kind. There are often multiple parallels in place however and the other parallel here was Dean and Cas. Yes, there are both Wincest and Destiel readings in this doomed couple. Am I happy about this? Not really, but the interpretation is there.

Now, obviously the wincest parallel is easily disregarded as a legitimate romantic thing because the show is NEVER gonna go there. Don’t stress people. That’s not what I’m saying. If it was I’d quit watching in a heartbeat. *shudder*. The meaning of the mirror here is that our Sam character Gwen, kept lying to the Dean character Marcus, which ultimately lead to Marcus’s death. Gwen blames herself for his death because she lied about her feelings for him.

There are multiple layers to this reading. Marcus was clearly in love with Gwen, he wanted her by his side and dreaded her leaving him to go to college. (this all plays nicely with the Winchesters history and Sam leaving Dean to go to Stanford). The main point of takeaway here is that Gwen didn’t feel the same way about Marcus that he did about her. Gwen wanted something more in her life, she wanted to pursue a future that she didn’t feel she could have with Marcus by her side. Is this foreshadowing of the Winchesters going their separate ways? Dean always has been the clingier of the two, and I have been saying throughout this entire post that Dean is emotional whereas Sam is logical. The situation matches Gwen and Marcus. Marcus was holding on to a dream ruled by his feelings, whereas Gwen was far more logical and rational about their situation. Is Sam going to break away from Dean? If he doesn’t break away? Could this lead to Dean’s doom?

Ultimately I don’t think this season is gonna end well for Dean – call it a hunch, but with the way Ketch was eyeing him up and the differences between them I dunno, I can just see a clash in the future that I think will involve Cas somehow… but that is pure speculation. I also think that this could foreshadow Sam choosing to go to the UK to learn with the BMOL…

The other parallel is similar. In this episode Cas struggles with choosing to leaving earth and going back to heaven. Leaving Dean. The difference is that unlike Gwen, we KNOW that Cas loves Dean. His feelings have been laid out in the text. But poor self-hating Dean doesn’t know that. Will Cas keep the fact that he went back to heaven/is working with heaven again from Dean? How will that affect their relationship? We know that Dean loves Cas, but we have yet to have the moment where he admits to Cas that he loves him too (which I will put money on happening by season end). Dean could EASILY view Cas’s heartfelt confession as platonic familial love and therefore feel rejected, especially if Cas now leaves him for heaven once again. Dean’s main issue throughout pretty much ALL OF THE SERIES prior to Cas’s break up with heaven in season 11 was that Cas kept leaving him. Ironic since they are now paralleled by a couple where the Cas mirror NOT leaving him and telling him the truth lead the Dean mirror to his death.

Basically this is how I see it. If Cas and Sam chose to stay by Dean’s side and keep secrets from him, then Dean is likely to die. If they are honest with him, and leave him, then he will live. Could this be foreshadowing an ultimatum somewhere along the way? If you leave Earth, return to heaven and stay away from OUR territory, then we won’t kill the man you love.

OR, If you go to London with us, work with us there, then we won’t kill your brother?

This is pure speculation of course, but I liked the parallel, and how it foreshadows Dean ending this season very much alone and feeling like he was rejected by choice.

How very heartbreaking indeed.