At some point I stopped seeing the phrase "I need you" or any of it's variants as romantic :0
In the episode that MISHA was in that we would be watching, Rufus said “I need you” to Jiya. Pfft.
“… Especially me” - Bobby Singer to his wife Ellen in 6x17.
I mean it’s really not a stretch when this is the time Dean figures out his feelings and with rest of their story to see that this is clearly romantic.
And then Cas rejects him? Immediately and twice? 8x07 and 8x17? By “straightening things out” and leaving? He doesn’t mean to obviously, but that’s how it comes across.
And their reactions?
I LITERALLY DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW ANYONE CAN WATCH THIS AND NOT SEE THIS AS ROMANTIC.
WE HAVE DEAN BEING HEARTBROKEN, FEELING REJECTED, UPSET AND ANGRY. CAS NOT UNDERSTANDING DEAN’S MULTI-LAYERED REPRESSED WAY OF SAYING HE LOVES HIM AND THEREFORE NOT KNOWING WHAT HE’S DONE WRONG (because he’s not human and his people skills are rusty) BUT TRYING DESPERATELY TO FIX IT WITH THE THINGS HE KNOWS DEAN LOVES (because these are things Dean has said he loves out loud to Cas so he, being literal, latches onto these, showing us that he just doesn’t understand Dean’s hidden meaning).
AND HOW THIS FITS IN WITH THE REST OF THEIR ROMANTIC AF STORY.
HOW CAS THEN FALLS AND REALISES WHAT HE FEELS IN RETURN IS LOVE. THERE’S SOME FLIRTING AND UST DESPITE DEAN’S REJECTING HIM IN TURN FOR SAM, BUT ONCE THAT IS SORTED DEAN THEN IMMEDIATELY GETS THE MARK OF CAIN AND HIS FEELINGS GET REPRESSED FOR THE BEST PART OF 2 YEARS, MEANWHILE HIS SOFT MOMENTS ARE USUALLY AROUND CAS. HOW THEN DEAN SPENDS THE NEXT 2 YEARS SHOUTING “WHAT ABOUT CAS?!” AT ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN WHILE CAS TRIES TO REDEEM HIMSELF FOR HIS PAST MISTAKES AND GET A WIN FOR DEAN… FOR HIMSELF.
HOW DEAN IS NOW COLLAPSED OVER HIS DEAD BODY IN SHOCK AND NOT ABLE TO PROCESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED WHILE SAM IS UPSET, PROCESSES BUT RUNS INSIDE TO SORT OUT THE ACTUAL PROBLEM ON THEIR HANDS.
“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.
Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.
“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.”
He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him.
“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”
“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch. Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer.
“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”
Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines.
“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”
“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see.
“You know he didn’t.”
Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”
“How would that go?”
“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.
“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.
“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”
“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”
“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”
“High school? Maybe never.”
“That can’t be right.”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”
Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”
Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”
“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”
Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”
Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”
“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”
“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.
“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”
she didn’t fall in love with your body
she fell in love with your mind
she fell in love with your smile
the crinkle on the ends of your eyes
the toothy grin you shoot her when
her cheeks turned crimson
the dimples on both ends of your savory lips
she fell in love, so much, she stood on the edge of building
trusting you, and jumped