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12.10 coda. spoilers, duh. (ao3)

Dean knocks on the door quietly, not sure if Cas is gonna be in here or not. “Hey buddy, you awake?” 

It takes a moment before Cas’ deeper than normal voice answers back, “Come in, Dean.” 

He pushes the door open and offers Cas a small, if not awkward, smile. 

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2.3k of 12.11 coda. spoilers, duh. angst, episode content, etc. it’s sad but there’s a happy ending. (ao3)

He can’t take his eyes off of his reflection. He’s crying but he’s not really sure why.

There’s something… he’s forgetting something. Everything? Something.

Dean wipes his face off and splashes water on it, a vague sense of deja vu overtaking him. He feels - he doesn’t know how to describe it. Something’s wrong, very wrong, but he’s not sure what.

He leans forward to rest his forehead on the wall and feels something in his front pocket hit the sink. 

He pulls it out hoping it’ll have a clue or a hint what he’s forgetting. 

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AU (ao3): Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak are two of the biggest movie stars on the planet and they’ve been secretly dating for the better part of two years. When Dean’s public girlfriend, upcoming indie actress Jo Harvelle, ‘breaks up’ with him to start dating Charlie Bradbury coincides with him landing the role of a lifetime opposite Cas, that whole “secretly dating” thing? Yeah, that’s shot to hell.

The kicker? There’s some leaked pictures of the two of them having sex on set, never-ending questions on the press tour for their movie and even with all of that, it’s an accidental slip-up during a panel with fans that kills them.

(Dean swears he didn’t mean to answer that girl’s question with “well when you’ve been with someone for as long as we have” but Cas is just glad he said it at all.)

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"Hey, have you seen the..? Oh." For cockles!!!

“Hey, J, have you seen the -” Misha stops in his tracks and blinks at the sight in front of him, “Oh.” 

Jensen’s asleep on the couch with West, Maison and JJ asleep on top of him.

Ridiculously enough, his first thought is “how are they all fitting on there without falling off, Jensen isn’t even that broad???” 

His second thought is stunned silence with his heart skipping a solid three beats.

Sometimes, like right now, Misha is struck dumb with the realization of how fucking much he loves this idiot and how lucky he is. This is apparently one of those moments because his heart feels like it’s going to explode out of his chest and he doesn’t even need a mirror to know that he’s smiling like a moron.

Danneel slides up next to him with a knowing smile on her face, “They’re pretty cute, huh?” 

Misha grins, ducking his head for a moment, “Yeah.” 

“They passed out about thirty minutes ago,” she informs him, bumping their hips together. “You okay? You look a little shellshocked.” 

“Yeah,” he huffs a laugh and turns to smile at her, this beautiful, smart, witty, incredible woman that he gets to share his life with too, “I’m okay. I’m -” Misha rubs a hand over his mouth, trying to cover the ridiculous, eye-crinkling grin he’s wearing, “I’m pretty fucking great, actually.” 

Danneel smiles softly and leans over, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “That’s true.”

She pulls back after a moment, nudging her head towards the kitchen, “Vicki and me made cookies. You want to come help us ice them for when the kids wake up?” 

“Sure,” Misha smiles and looks over at the sofa again, “Just… let me take a picture of this.”

Danneel laughs as brightly as she can without waking anyone up, “You can add them to the 300 we took earlier.” 

Misha just grins and creeps over quietly, taking as many pictures as he can - he’s sappy, okay? Sue him. This is easily one of the cutest things he’s ever seen.

He presses a kiss to each of their foreheads when he’s satisfied and Jensen blinks his eyes open sleepily, “Mish…?”

Misha smiles softly and brushes a hand through his hair, “Hey… go back to sleep.” Jensen makes a sleepy noise and lets his eyes close again, a total sucker for Misha’s hands in his hair. It doesn’t take that long for him to fall back to sleep.

Vicki wraps her arms around Misha from behind as he pulls out his phone and composes a tweet. She chuckles against his shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss there, “He’s going to kill you, you know that, right?” 

He just shrugs a little bit, still smiling dumbly at his phone, “Worth it.” 

The tweet is a picture of the four of them passed out with the light from the window behind them. Misha just adds, “Happy Sunday #feelinglucky” 

At the very least, Jensen will appreciate the hashtag. 

1.8k season finale coda with mary and dean. mary finds out about cas. (ao3)


Dean hangs up and in a fit of frustration, launches his phone into the backseat of the suburban they stole. 

Mary’s been sitting in the front seat quietly, just observing her son and trying to figure out everything that’s happened. She’s kinda caught up - or, well. As well as she can be, anyways.

A lot can happen in 34 years. 

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2.5k of more 12.03 coda but from mary’s pov this time. she runs into cas and they have a little chat. (ao3)

Mary knows that there are plenty of spare cars in the garage at the bunker.

She doesn’t want to trouble Sam and Dean further by stealing something that is, for all intents and purposes, theirs. 

So she walks.

That gas station they were at this morning (was it yesterday morning?) - it’s not far. It was a five minute drive which means a 20 minute walk at best. 

She wipes her cheeks off, laughing a little bit that she’s the one crying when she’s the one who’s leaving by choice. She kind of hates herself for this, for leaving, but she can’t - there’s so much that has changed.

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For the fanfic prompt, could you do DeanCas with the line, "that's a good look for you"?

Cas walks into the kitchen one morning wearing the most ridiculous and ugly shorts Dean has ever had the displeasure of seeing in his life.

He almost chokes on his cereal he’s laughing so hard.

“Holy shit,” he manages to wheeze out while Sam smacks his back to try and help dislodge any cereal that might be stuck.

Cas arches an eyebrow at him as he pours himself a cup of coffee, completely unbothered by the laughter, “Is there something wrong, Dean?”

“Jesus fuck,” Dean wheezes out, again, because he literally can not stop laughing. 

“Yes, that would be unfortunate,” Castiel hums and takes a sip of his coffee.

“I think Dean’s just surprised by your, uh…” The corners of Sam’s mouth quirk up with the effort to not burst into a fit of giggles like his brother, “New shorts.”

Cas’ face brightens up and he grins down at them, “I found them at Goodwill yesterday. Charlie picked them out.” 

He looks so happy about them, these stupid neon pink shorts that are just this side of too small that crawled their way out of the deepest depths of late 80′s hell. He looks so pleased that Dean’s laughter turns softer and more fond.

“That’s a, uh,” he licks his lips after a moment, when he’s sure he can get the words out without laughing again. “That’s a good look for you, Cas.” 

Cas beams at him and Dean feels his heart stutter in his chest.

Holy shit, he’s so fucking whipped. He’s so fucking whipped it’s really not funny.

Sam’s snickering startles him out of that train of thought and Dean shoots him a death glare. His little brother just shrugs a little, grinning as he takes a sip of his coffee, “I didn’t say anything.” 

“Oh, Deannnnn!” Charlie’s singsong voice calls out from the hallway where the bedrooms are, “Cas and I got you a present yesterday!” 

Dean groans and lets his head fall forward onto the kitchen table with a loud ‘thump.’ Sam and Cas let out loud peals of laughter as Charlie comes in with a matching pair of shorts that are neon yellow and orange.

“I hate you,” Dean mumbles into the table, “I hate all of you.” 

Cas walks over and leans down, pressing a kiss to his temple, “I think it’ll be a good look for you, Dean.” 

He shoves Cas away from him gently before flipping him off.

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cockles, "are you flirting with me?"

“Hey,” Jensen looks up from his phone when he hears Misha step out of his trailer. They’re going out tonight for dinner with some people from the network so Jensen’s wearing his best jeans and a nice, freshly-pressed button up shirt.

Misha’s wearing the jacket Jensen got him for his birthday this year, that shirt that makes his eyes pop and the jeans that are just this side of too small.

“Lookin’ good, Mish,” Jensen grins and lets his eyes look the other man up and down.

Misha quirks a smile at him as he locks the trailer door, “Are you flirting with me, J?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head fondly and walks over to the other man, fixing Misha’s collar, “Just stating facts.”

“Sounds like flirting,” Misha grumbles fondly before setting a hand on Jensen’s wrist. He always does this when they’re going out with other people, always takes whatever opportunities he can to touch him.

“Hey,” he smiles up at Jensen when his hands stop moving, “We’re gonna be late if you don’t stop.”

Jensen huffs, pretending to be offended, and uses his free hand to smooth out the front of Misha’s shirt, “What, now you don’t want me to touch you?” 

Misha rolls his eyes and pulls Jensen into a quick kiss, grinning when they step back and the other man looks slightly dazed, “I’m never going to want you to stop that. But…” 

He moves around Jensen and starts towards the car where Clif is waiting, smacking the other man’s ass as he walks past it, “I don’t want to get fired either.” 

Jensen yelps and jumps a little bit in the air, “Now who’s flirting?!” 

“Still you!” 

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God I just can't get over it that it's a fact that Jensen sometimes makes Misha do accents for him. Like, can you imagine Misha doing a little standup, telling his stupid little jokes and doing a bad accent while Jensen watches and laughs? Even if cockles aren't together, this is really cute and really special.

same, dude!!! I just love the way misha was like “ugh” about it and he tries to play it off like it only happens sometimes BUT THAT “UGH” HE UGH’S LIKE JENSEN DOES THIS ALL THE TIME

when they’re on set, getting lunch from craft services, chatting with a guest star casually: “you wanna hear something really funny? DMITRI, C’MERE, BRING IT OUT.”

at dinner with coworkers or network executives: “you know, dmitri over here, he’s got this really great bit he does. yeah, mish, show ‘em.” 

when they’re home with vicki and danneel and the kids, and they’re just hanging out, jensen does his impression of indiarussia “do you know who you are talking to? I am the king - no, not that king, the other king - of indiarussia!” and the kids won’t stop laughing and he’s like pretending to be indignant because of it and he looks up at misha “DMITRI, MY FELLOW KING, SHOW THESE CHILDREN THAT WE ARE THEIR KINGS!” 

and every single time misha sighs like it’s the biggest annoyance in the world and he gives jensen that look like “ugh I fucking hate you, you nerd, it’s not even that funny jfc” but he still does it and he tries very valiantly to look grumpy about it but when jensen throws his head back and does that thing where he laughs with his whole body he just lIGHTS UP AND GOES ALL IN

vaguely canon compliant, set some time in the near future. 1.8k. (ao3)

Dean hates this part of a job.

The hunt’s done, the monster’s dead, the people are safe, and he’s gotta drive a couple hours back to the bunker just to leave again in a few days.

It’s also, generally, the part when Cas disappears for a few weeks. 

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1.1k of 11.12 coda. just because it wasn’t in the episode doesn’t mean claire didn’t ask. angst adjacent. (ao3)

Claire shuffles her feet and clears her throat, “So, how’s…” 

She lets the sentence hang there for a second and Jody kindly averts her eyes. She doesn’t know everything about Claire and Cas’ relationship, but she knows enough to know that Claire asking is a big deal. 

Dean smiles a little awkwardly, rubs the back of his neck, “He’s… good. I think.”

Claire crosses her arms over her chest and nods, “Cool.” She turns around abruptly and goes over to Sam and Alex, apparently done with that part of the conversation.

He lets her go with an amused huff and shakes his head a little, “Teenagers.” 

Jody snorts, “You’re preaching to the choir, kiddo.” 

Dean grins and squeezes her shoulder, helping her pivot on the wet driveway, “You gonna be alright now that you’re outnumbered again?” 

“As long as everybody wears a condom, we’ll be fine,” Jody assures him.

Dean huffs, “Well I want that bumpersticker.” 

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48. deancas :DDDDDD

“Hey boo,” Cas calls out from the laundry room where he’s getting the washer ready. “Can you bring me the sheets?” 

Dean trips over the boots he left at the end of their bed in shock.

He can’t quite figure what to say to that or even how to comprehend that, so he’s just standing there, in their room, in his boxers gaping like a fish. 

Cas pokes his head around the corner and arches an eyebrow at him, “Dean, the sheets?” 

“Did you just call me boo???” Is all Dean can think to say in response. 

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3.5k of s11 coda and post s11 stuff. dean has a conversation with God, mary meets cas and dean sees things a little clearer. (ao3)

Three hours.

That’s all Dean lasts before he blurts out a panicked, “Why?”

Chuck - no, God - stops talking mid-sentence at the interruption and watches Dean with a blank expression. It makes Dean’s hands shake nervously, his whole body vibrating with thirty plus years of pent up anger and resentment.

“You know,” Chuck sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, “People keep asking me that like I’m supposed to know what you mean.” 

Dean huffs a disbelieving sound and runs a hand over his face, “Take your fucking pick, you douchecanoe.” He laughs a little hysterically as he holds up his fingers to count them off, “Why did I have to be the one to get the Mark? Why is it me and Sammy who always get the fucking short straw? Why did my mom have to die? Why do you hate me so fucking much?” 

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(part two of this AU)

It’s been an amazing and busy almost two years for Cas & Dean.

Two weeks after officially coming out as a couple, Dean and Castiel’s adoption application was approved and they were matched with a one year old boy named Jesse Blake.

Five months after JB came home with them, Dean and Cas made it even more official by getting married in Bobby’s backyard surrounded by 100 of their closest friends and family. They wore jeans, drank beer, danced with JB and ate hamburgers that Ellen and Mary made themselves. It was amazing.

Their movie came out about a month after their wedding and rocketed straight to the top of the box office charts and stayed in the top spot around the world for a month straight. The press tour and the success of the movie made them both household names, up there with Brad Pitt and RDJ. A few months after that the small indie movie Cas had filmed with Jo was released and much to everyone, including the director’s, surprise, the movie was a critical smash. It got a standing ovation at Cannes and sixteen Oscar nominations.

That got Cas named the Sexiest Man Alive and made Dean laugh every time he heard it, not because it was funny, but because when Cas’ manager had called and told him he’d been covered in JB’s throw up.

Now with Dean’s press tour for his new movie, both of them shooting new projects and Cas enduring red carpet season, they’re learning to fend off lots of new questions.

The panel at SDCC for their movie, though, is by far their favorite.


Cas is sick and Dean feels like he might kill someone.

He loves the guy more than he would ever willingly admit out loud and he’s so whipped it’s not even funny anymore. They own a cat for fuck’s sake. Sam has a dog - and he gets to take her on rides in the Impala all because Dean is stupidly, ridiculously, borderline embarrassingly in love with a fallen angel who he was no idea how to say no to.

Turns out, that whole ‘Dean and I do share a more profound bond’ thing? Yeah, it wasn’t just Cas being a little shit. 

So, recap: Dean? Hopelessly in love with this man who he would do anything for, who he takes fucking allergy medication for all so he can have a stupid demon cat that likes to scratch up Dean’s shoes. 

But if he hears that fucking bell one more god damn time he’s gonna shove the thing so far up Cas’ -

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I (finally) wrote something based my tags on this

“I meant what I said before - I don’t love you. I never did. We should never have been together,” Kali told him with all six of her arms crossed and looked back down at the floor so she wouldn’t have to see the hurt look on the trickster’s face. Gabriel stammered for a moment before recovering and shaking his head, “No, that’s bullshit and you know it, Kal." 

Her eyes snap up to his face and the look he gets for that is somewhere between righteous indignation and disbelief, "Gabriel, you know we can’t be together.” He takes a chance and steps closer, manages to grab one of her hands, “I’m begging you Kali… don’t do this.”

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“Hey, you know I love you, right?” 

Castiel looks up at Dean after a beat and frowns, tilting his head to the side, “Yes, Dean. I… am aware.” 

Dean blushes and rolls his eyes a little, anything to avoid making eye contact, “No, I just -” He huffs and rubs the back of his neck, “You know that. Right?” 

“That you love me?” Cas is wearing a small, slightly teasing smile (because he’s an asshole).

Dean can feel his cheeks blushing, the blood turning even the tips of his ears bright red as he glares at Cas.

“That doesn’t feel like love to me, Dean,” Castiel teases gently. 

“Your face doesn’t feel like love,” he grumbles petulantly, kicking a leg on the chair Cas is in.

Castiel laughs quietly, warm and melodic and it makes something in Dean’s chest swell with a stupid amount of love and affection for the dork next to him.

Neither one of them say anything for a few minutes, both pretending to read the books in front of them. 

Eventually Cas murmurs without looking up from the book, “For the record, Dean?” 

He glances up slowly, almost like he’s expecting to be startled. 

“I love you too,” Castiel hums with a small smile on his face.

Dean ducks his head to hide how much he’s smiling though it doesn’t do much to hide the blush that’s spreading all the way down his neck. 

“And red is a very good color for you, Dean.” 

“I take it back. I hate you.” 

Castiel huffs, a small grin on his face, “Okay, Dean.” 

inspired by this video.

“Dean, please just eat your cracker,” Cas says for the millionth time as Dean shoves the cracker into his nose again.

He’d just had surgery to fix the tear in his knee and he’s still pretty drugged when he looks up at Cas and mumbles, “Whoa… did the doctor send you?” Castiel huffs a laugh as he shakes his head and runs a hand through his husband’s hair, “No, now eat your cracker…”

“Man…” Dean tries to push himself up but can’t quite get his arms to work right so he settles for looking up at Cas with a really dumb smile on his face, “You are… eye candy.” That startles a laugh out of the shorter man and Dean keeps going, “Like… whoa.” He takes a break to finally eat a bite of his cracker, “You… might be the hottest guy I’ve ever seen…” The hunter looks back up at Cas again, “Are you a model?”

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Dean hates frat parties. He’s not even sure why he agreed to come but here he is, drunk off his ass and standing in the kitchen talking to Charlie, Jo, Bela, Benny and Lisa and they’re all daring him to kiss the next random dude that walks by.

It’s harmless enough, assuming he doesn’t grab one of the assholes throwing the party, so Dean agrees (mostly to prove to Charlie that he isn’t a “pretty princess chickenshit” and also because he wants to see what Lisa will do) and grabs the next guy that walks by them. He pulls the guy who’s only a little shorter than him against his chest and plants a big one on him without any hesitation.

After thirty seconds expecting to get pushed off or punched or called a fag or something but no, the guy surprises him and pulls him closer and starts kissing him back like he wants to, like he needs to.

This time it’s Dean’s turn to be surprised into paralysis. His eyes go wide as he stares at this dude’s forehead before his brain catches up with the program and he realizes that hey, he likes kissing this guy and he starts kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm. 

He tastes like beer and weed and the punch that Dean saw Ruby spike when they walked into the door and it’s absolutely, mind numbingly perfect. Their hands are all over each other and Dean feels his way up the toned skin of this dude’s chest without meaning to, tracing over the slightly raised skin of a still new tattoo by his hip. It makes him push the guy back up against the kitchen wall and start kissing him even more.

They don’t pull back until they’re both breathless, blushing and hard in their pants. Dean’s eyes are closed as he just breathes against the other boy’s lips and he doesn’t open them until he hears a rough voice say, “Castiel." 

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Dean knocks his foot against Cas’ under the table until he looks up at him. They’ve been up and researching for hours on end. Cas looks like shit. His hair is a mess, he’s got the worst case of 5 o’clock shadow anyone has ever seen, and he’s got some tomato sauce on his cheek from the pizza they ate.

The annoyed glare he gets in response makes his heart swell fondly. 

And Dean? He gets so caught up in staring at his best friend that Cas has to kick his leg gently to get his attention.


His eyes snap up from Castiel’s chest and he lets out a nervous breath, “Yeah?”

Cas rolls his eyes before rubbing a hand over his face, “You were saying something.”

Oh. Right.

Dean blushes and rubs the back of his neck, “I just… y’know.”

The blank look Cas gives him in response makes Dean roll his eyes and groan, “Today. The date. I - I saw the date. I just… you remember?” 

Castiel squints at him, “Do I… remember the date?”

There’s a few moments of silence before Cas sighs, “Dean, we’ve been up for close to 30 hours now. I have no idea what day it is.” 

He tries to pretend that doesn’t hurt a little bit when he answers, “It’s the 18th. September 18th.” 

Castiel blinks for a moment before his brain catches up and then his face softens. He looks down at the table with a small smile, “Yes, I… remember.” 

Dean grins like a doof despite himself and has to look down at the book in front of him to hide it, “Cool.” 

“Yes…” Cas huffs a laugh, shaking his head fondly, “I suppose it is.” 

“I mean…” He bites his lip nervously, not looking up, “I don’t know. Pretty good day for me.” Dean pauses for a moment to consider, “Well - aside from the whole ‘digging myself out of my grave’ thing, anyway.” 

“For the last time,” Castiel groans and can’t help but laugh a little, “I’m sorry. I was tired. My aim was… off.” 

Dean snorts and when he looks up their eyes meet across the table, both of them grinning.

It takes them a solid minute to snap out of it and Dean’s the one who breaks first, looking away to hide how much he’s blushing.

“I’m -” He says after a few beats, clearing his throat, “I’m. Glad.”

Castiel arches an eyebrow at him, smirking, “That my aim was off?” 

Dean rolls his eyes and half-heartedly tosses a pen at Cas’ chest, “No, you dick.” He lets his head roll back to look up at the ceiling, not sure why it’s so hard to actually say this.

“I’m glad that… that I met you.” 

He looks back at Cas after a moment, his heart hammering in his chest, “And not just because you saved my sorry ass.” 

It’s not sweet or romantic or any of the things that he wishes it could be but Cas smiles all the same, as if he gets everything behind it. It’s a gentle and pleased smile, the kind of smile you hope for when you tell someone that you love them.

“Me too,” Cas murmurs after a moment, still smiling. “And not just because you saved me as well.”