otp: their love was so profound

I love reading fics about OTPs having mental bonds and things like that, but they’re always so profound. It’d be so much more entertaining if they still thought like normal people. Imagine this stuff:

  • “You’ve had that song stuck in your head for days. It’s driving me nuts, too.”
  • “Why are you making a grocery list in your head while we’re having sex?”
  • “Is that really what you think about my ass?”
  • “Stop projecting so much belligerent boredom. I love this TV show.”
  • “No, you didn’t forget to lock the door. You can quit fixating on it now.”
  • “Yes, that sounds much better in your head.”
  • “Is that really who you’re daydreaming about naked?”
  • “Less homicidal thoughts about your annoying coworker right now, please. I’m in a meeting over here.”
  • “It’s coffee you’re craving. Go get some. And bring me some. You made me want it, too.”
  • “Thanks for the road rage thoughts. I’ll take the back roads home. See you in an hour.”
  • “If you think ‘knit, knit, purl,’ one more time, I’ll stab you with those needles.”
Broken Halos

13.06 Coda // Canon-Divergent


Warnings: A whole lotta fluff

Broken Halos by Chris Stapleton

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Dean’s on a high when they make it back to the bunker.  He’d made the three-and-a-half hour drive from Dodge City in just under three.  Cowboys and a successful hunt and Cas, and Dean can’t stop smiling.  Sam and Jack hole up in the library, Jack eager to start the next ‘Star Wars,’ and Sam’s more than happy to oblige.  Cas stands awkwardly between those two huddled around Sam’s laptop and Dean, hovering in the archway.  “I’m, uh,” Dean clears his throat.  “I’m gonna make a beer run.”  He licks his lips and meets Cas’s eyes.  “You wanna…” he nods in the direction of the door, and he’s surprised at how quickly Cas picks up his meaning.  He’s learning, Dean thinks, an endearing smile creeping across his features.  

“Yeah, sure, Dean,” Sam says, glancing up with a knowing smile.  “Take your time.”

Dean tries hard not to roll his eyes as he heads for the door, Cas at his heels.   

The weather in Kansas can be finicky, at best.  But fall has always been Dean’s favorite.  The landscape isn’t much to look at, but the weather is perfect.  It’s cool and crisp; makes him feel alive.  And on nights like this – clear, stars shining, the moon casting a soft glow over the land – there’s nothing quite like it.  The best part about tonight isn’t the weather or the night sky.  It’s something tangible.  Someone.  Cas.

They’re quiet for a few minutes, and Dean shifts in his seat.  He’s having déjà vu – that beer run he took with Cas after the Lucifer debacle.  This time, it’s different.  This time, Dean’s given up on being a coward.  “You know this isn’t a beer run, right?” he asks, daring a glance in Cas’s direction.  He’s thankful for the clear back roads this time of night, because his gaze lingers on Cas’s profile.  It’s a sight to behold.  He watches with wonder as Cas licks his lips, and he wants so badly to kiss them.  

“I had hoped,” Cas says.  He turns to look at Dean and when their eyes meet, Dean inhales sharply.  He’s crestfallen when he has to turn his attention back to the road.  

Dean flips on the radio and flips through a couple of stations.  Religions chatter.  Relationship advice.  Some godawful pop song he’s sure he’d secretly like if he was by himself.  The ending bars of ‘Master of Puppets’ followed by a commercial about a mattress sale.  Finally, after a few more seconds of static, he lands on a clear station.

“…to shine

Angels come down from the heavens

Just to help us on our way…”

He grins, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.  He’s loath to admit he knows all the words by heart.  He first heard it not long after.  And something in the words hit him right in the chest.  He’s quiet at first, singing along.  He feels Cas’s eyes on his face, and he can’t help smiling. “Come to teach us, then they leave us… And they find some other soul to save.”  His voice grows louder, and he’s out of key, but Cas doesn’t seem to mind.  In fact, he’s smiling.  And anything that makes Cas smile is a win in Dean’s book.  He turns the Impala down a dirt road and glances at Cas, singing louder.  “Seen my share of broken halos. Folded wings that used to fly.  They’ve all gone wherever they go.  Broken halos that used to shine…

He puts Baby in park and slings his arm across the back of the seat, leaning closer to Cas.  “Broken halos that used to shine.”  

They’re close, and Dean’s eyes drift over Cas’s face.  He licks his lips and lets his hand slip from the seat to the back of Cas’s neck, thumb smoothing over the spot behind Cas’s ear.  “I don’t know if I’m ever gonna stop telling you how happy I am to have you back, Cas.”  He watches as Cas sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. Dean wants so badly

“I’m happy to be back,” Cas says, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Dean that Cas’s eyes drift to his lips.  “I’m happy to be here.  With you, Dean.”

Dean leans in, his forehead bumping against Cas’s.  He closes his eyes and they just breathe for a moment.  Savoring each other.  Breathing each other in.  “Damn it, Cas,” he whispers.  He draws a cleansing breath and exhales, forcing himself to pull away.  He brought Cas here for a reason, and if he doesn’t pull back now, they’re never going to make it out of the car.  “C’mon.”  He doesn’t wait for a response before he climbs out, the door squeaking in quiet night.  Cas joins him, following Dean’s lead as they round the front end.

“What are we doing here?” Cas asks.

Dean slides onto the hood and pats the seat beside him.  Cas is inquisitive, but he doesn’t say a word as he joins Dean.  The car dips beneath the weight of two grown men, but Dean pays it no mind.  “I do this sometimes,” he says, leaning in to Cas. It’s nice, feeling him there, real and solid against him. “I come out here to clear my head. Just look up at the stars.”

“It’s comforting to you.” It’s not a question. Cas knows him so well.

“Yeah.  Yeah, it is.”

Dean shifts, reaching up to cradle the back of Cas’s head. His hair is soft against Dean’s fingers, and he finds himself excited at the prospect of running them through it whenever he wants. “Cas, look. I… I ain’t one for feeling’, but I gotta say, man, I… Hang on.” He fishes his phone out of his pocket and swipes at it.

The music starts, and he turns, stretching to set his phone on the hood. ‘Seen my share of broken halos…’ He sits up, returning his hand to Cas’s hair. He can’t get enough of it. “When I first met you, you were here for a purpose. You were… guiding me, or whatever, toward the endgame. You were the quarterback and I was your running back.”

“I’m not sure what football—“

‘…Come to teach us, then they leave us
And they find some other soul to save…’

“Just—just lemme finish. You were supposed to follow orders and I was bad news, apparently, and they kept tryin’ to take you away. Tryin’ to make you serve your purpose elsewhere. But you always came back, Cas. You always came back to me.”

Dean’s throat feels tight, and he swallows hard. Tears sting his eyes, despite his insistence he wasn’t going to cry. “I felt broken without you, man. When I saw those wing marks and your broken halo, somethin’ in me broke, too.” Cas shifts, turning toward Dean. “But the minute I saw you… it was like, I dunno, like I was fixed. Like I was whole again.”

Cas’s hand settles on Dean’s cheek and he closes his eyes, leaning into the touch. It’s so gentle and reverent and Dean’s heart swells. “In The Symposium,” he begins, and the gentleness of his voice sends shivers through Dean. “Plato said that According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”

Dean swallows, and Cas leans in. “You, Dean. You are my other half. And we will always find our way back to one another.”

“A profound bond.” Dean huffs a laugh and cradles Cas’s face, pulling him into a soft, languid kiss. It’s a re-acquaintance after what feels like an eternity of despair. It’s finally taking the time for what they’ve both wanted — needed — for so very long.

‘Broken halo that used to shine…’

They part as the music fades, and Dean pulls Cas with him as he lays back, settling on the windshield. He settles a hand behind his head and keeps an arm around Cas.  

They don’t move from that spot until morning. Cas spends the fleeting hours of bright stars telling Dean the stories of the constellations. Dean spends those hours thanking whatever cosmic beings there are in the universe for sending Cas to him. Whatever it took, whatever heartbreak he’s endured, whatever broken halos he’s seen, it brought him here.

It brought him to the stars with Cas in his arms, and for that, he will always be indebted to the cosmos.

@deanmonsandangels – my beautiful muse, as always.  She is the source of this prompt, and she’s just the literal best all around. [And one hell of a writer herself.]  She deserves all the love!

Canon divergent because Jack is a precious bean and Team Free Will 2.0 deserve all the happiness.

[otp] moodboard 1/?: destiel [deancas], supernatural

dean and i do share a more profound bond … i wasn’t going to mention it.

A klance fanfic rec that no-one asked for

Obviously, there are the really popular ones, but I thought I might share some hidden jems out there. I’m putting this under the read because it got a lot longer than expected.

Barbie Girl by Shipstiel (2K, T) >> Just a really cute soulmate au where you can hear your soulmates thoughts. In which Lance is really just an accident waiting to happen and annoys the hell out of Keith. It has a companion fic called Of Pokemon and Moon Landings.

I Was Born a Lion by spectralphobia (O, G)>> This comic is so cool! And the plotline is really detailed. Whilst klance does appear, it’s not the main focus. But this is really such a great read!

everything,everything by makasouls (5K,T) ( @makasouls)>> Just a really jealous and salty Keith because the Cuban cinnamon roll won’t flirt with him. It’s really fluffy and has one of my favourite tropes of pining Keith in it.

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if you ship destiel then you need to listen to this song

someone please make a destiel fan video w/ this in the background seriously i will love you forever


Here’s the truth: friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories, but they are often discussed as if they are ancillary, “bonus” relationships to the truly important ones. Women’s friendships outlast jobs, parents, husbands, boyfriends, lovers, and sometimes children…it’s possible to transcend the limits of your skin in a friendship…This kind of friendship is not a frivolous connection, a supplementary relationship to the ones we’re taught and told are primary – spouses, children, parents. 

It is love.

“Dean…. Dean.”  A gentle voice pierces the dream-scape, pulling Dean back to consciousness.  There’s a hand on his back, guiding him, pulling him in.  There’s a body pressed along his side. It’s warm and comforting, and despite being pulled from his precious sleep, he smiles.  

“I don’t wanna be awake,” he murmurs, and there’s lips against his shoulder.  “I don’t wanna move.”

“Things to do, people to save.”  Cas’s voice is quiet and low.  There’s a smile in his voice, though Dean can’t see him.  Dean pulls Cas’s arm around him and tugs him closer, chest flush against back.  

“Not now.  Not yet.”

“Dean,” Cas says, a kiss pressed to Dean’s hair.

“It’s not time to go yet, Cas.  I can’t.  You’re here.  I’m not ready.”

Cas’s face is buried against Dean’s neck, and Dean breaths in deep.  “I’m always here with you, Dean.  Even when you can’t see me.  I’m here…”

“Come back to me.”  Dean’s words echo in the empty room as he opens his eyes.  The warmth he felt from Cas is gone, replaced by cold pillows and a mess of sheets.  But no Cas.  Never Cas.  The air is musty and heavy with the scent of bacon.  Sam’s trying to lure him from his room, as he does often these days.  

He sits up, grudgingly, and scrubs a hand through his hair.  He steels himself for the day ahead – another day without Cas.  Another day of going through the motions.  Pressing his fingers to his lips, he leans back and presses those fingers to the folded trench coat beneath his pillow.  “I mean it, Cas,” he murmurs.  “Come back to me.”  

As has every day since, he allows himself a moment before he’s up and off, the patented Dean Winchester mask firmly in place.  Later tonight, he’ll down a bottle of whiskey, hold the trench coat against his chest and cry himself to sleep.  But for now, today, he’s Dean Winchester, the legendary hunter.  He pushes forward, like Cas would want.  He tries to be the man Cas always believed him to be.  A good, heroic, strong man.  If nothing else, he can be that for Cas.  If nothing else, he can do what it takes to earn the love Cas so willingly gave him.  

OK guys

So now we’ve seen Dean in all his grieving-Cas gloriousness, just imagine what he’s gonna be like when Cas eventually does come back…. Like, this hasn’t really happened before where Cas has officially died and has had a hunter’s burial. I can already feel the intensity of the pure love they’ll share when they’ll be reunited. 

It all began with a series of flirty anon messages in his inbox one day, which turned into something almost profound over time. A year after the first message was sent, Dean’s almost positive that he’s fallen hard for someone he’s never met, on Tumblr no less. He wants to tell this person how he feels, but there’s one problem. He’s been in love with his best friend Cas for years, and will need to get over him before he can truly move on.

But what happens when things aren’t what they seem, and Dean meets “Angel” in person?


There are three things in his life that Dean wants to keep a secret.

1. He watches Doctor Sexy on the regular and has never missed an episode.

2. He liked how he looked in Rhonda Hurley’s pink satin panties so much that he bought a pair of his own after they broke up.

3. He’s probably, possibly, okay, really in love with a guy who he met on Tumblr.

Dean knows how cliché it is. Fall for some guy you’ve never met in person? Who is he, a character in ‘You’ve Got Mail?’

But Dean can’t deny that he’s in love with angelcake67. How else can one describe the way his heart races in his chest when he sees the little ‘1’ hovering above his inbox, or the way a smile bursts across his face when a ‘ping!’ rings out from his computer speakers? And if that isn’t enough proof, Dean has a thousand other reasons written down on a piece of paper that’s tucked away under his mattress. He’s in love with the guy because besides Sam, he knows more about Dean’s true self than anyone else. To Angel (Dean’s not-so-clever codename for the man), he’s not Dean, the star baseball player for Lawrence University, or the nurturing older brother to Sam, or the cocky womanizer every girl on campus takes him for. No, for Angel he can stop putting on personas and just let everything be. Angel knows him for his Star Trek blog, his love of math, his dorky text posts that he thinks up while he should be studying in the library. He knows many of Dean’s deepest insecurities, like his fear of his father ever finding out about his bisexuality, of his guilt over not doing enough for Sammy, of if he’s being selfish by enrolling at Lawrence U at all.

And Dean knows a lot about Angel, also. He knows that Angel’s from a religious family who would clutch their pearls and faint if they ever found out he’s not only asexual, but biromantic too. He remembers Angel telling Dean that he hates PB&J sandwiches after an ex-girlfriend fed them to him all the time. And perhaps the most important thing of all is Dean knows that Angel’s loved him for a long while, maybe ever since the first time he went on anon and asked Dean if he liked pie.

On paper, everything looks perfect, and the next step should be easy. Meeting in person is a topic they’ve talked about many times, but Dean’s never gotten up the nerve to go through with it. He cites not being good enough as his excuse, but Dean knows the truth. There is one clear, obvious reason why he’s hesitant to meet Angel.

“Hello, Dean.”

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Arthur looks down at Eames, threads his fingers through Eames’ hair. “Eames,” he breathes, voice broken and shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. “Eames, how did you die?”

Eames brushes his fingers against Arthur’s cheek. “It should’ve been so dramatic,” he says, smirking. “Gunned down by hired assassins, maybe. Mortally injured saving the love of my life.”

Arthur’s eyes flicker shut. “It should have,” he agrees.


From Shattered Souls by @iamanonniemouse

Sophie hears about him long before she ever meets him. Best forger left in the business, the whispers say. Can be anything you need him to be. Architect, extractor, point. Anything.

He sounds like a myth.

this is one of the most beautiful, heartbreaking, poetic, and profound fics i’ve read in inception fandom in a while. it’s so well-written that i have compared it to the masterpiece that is presque vu

thank you to @somedrunkpirate for circling it back to my inbox for some more love! 

Dean sits on the edge of the bed, staring down at his bloodied knuckles as he opens and closes his hand.  Blood has dried, and it sticks and cracks with the movement of his skin.  The bruising has started, too.  It’s angry and raw and dark blue, and Dean has to close his eyes at the thought of blue.  Blue.  Cas’s eyes.

The muscle in his jaw twitches and he swallows hard as he holds back a fresh wave of tears.  Blinking, he looks helplessly toward the ceiling and shakes his head – the movement causing the tears to fall anyway, despite his efforts.  “Damn it, Cas.”  His voice is rough with grief and raw from cursing the Heavens.  He breaks and drops his head, covering his face with his bloody hands as he sobs.

Always the adios.  They never said goodbye to one another.  It was always “See ya,” or nothing at all.  Dean would brush it off as nothing, but beneath the surface, he knew the truth.  They never said goodbye, because they knew it wasn’t.  They knew they’d find a way back to each other. They always did – one way or another. 

I always come when you call.    “Please,” Dean whispers.  “Please…  Please…”  His words fall away to little more than the movement of his lips and deafening silence.  Just one more time, Dean thinks.  I’m callin’ for you, man.  Please.  Just one more time.  

In those moments of silence, he realizes something.  Dean has survived a lot in his life.  Car accidents, gun shots, Hell Hounds, death, Hell itself… But saying goodbye to Cas has nearly killed him.  And the one thing that hurts the most?  The soul-crushing, gut-wrenching realization that he’ll never hear those two simple words from that beautiful, gravely voice again – the words that made his heart feel full each and every time:  “Hello, Dean.”

okay, but sometimes i like to think about dean and cas moving in together for the first time. they’ve been best friends since 3rd grade and they’ve been saving up for a place since their sophomore year and all they end up being able to afford is this cheap little single bedroom apartment in a not-so-great part of town but damn it, it’s theirs and they did it together. 

castiel instantly buys all of these bright little trinkets from thrift stores to make it feel more like home and dean cooks them meals every night with whatever scraps they’ve got because they can’t afford a big grocery haul at the moment and cas kisses him on the cheek and says his thank you while dean flushes and shrugs it off all shy and happy. 

at night, they both squeeze together on their crappy twin sized mattress, cas slotting one of his legs in between dean’s and dean burying his nose in castiel’s messy hair, the scent of his stupid vegan shampoo comforting enough to lull him to sleep even during his most restless nights and this is how they live together *happy sigh*

Me: I will go down with this ship

The fandom: They are so in love…

The angels: Your boyfriend is praying to you again

The demons: Yep, they’re in love

GOD: They are so cute together!

The universe: JUST KISS ALREADY!!

Cas: “We do share a more profound bo-”

Dean: “Cas, my friend, my pal… You are like a brother to me buddy”


Originally posted by constiellation

fluzzard24  asked:

Colm ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Why I like them: I love thief characters, especially this snarky asshole. Plus, his design is cool, and his death quote was just so profound to a younger me that it sticks with me as an adult. And he’s good at heart.

Why I don’t: Ha, ha, ha…(He can support with Kyle, but not Forde)

Favorite Scene: His whole support with Molder. That’s some good shit. Rennac support is also very amusing.

Favorite Line: “To think of it..Me…In this place…Neimi..”

OTP: Colm and Neimi. Predictable, I know.

BroTP: If I could do this somehow, Colm and Shura. Like, Shura could teach Colm how to study, and Colm could teach him how to love himself. (Kind of inspired by an unrelated project of mine, but it could work here.)

Headcanon: Colm didn’t pierce his own ear. There’s something to think about. I also imagine him with Scout’s voice. I joke about the Ephraim thing, but am kind of serious about this.

Unpopular Opinion: Colm is better than Gauis, Niles, and Matthew. I love those guys, but I love Colm a lot more. 

A Wish: I wish that he had more screen time. And that he was in Heroes.

An Oh-God-Please-Don’t-Ever-Happen: He sucks in Heroes.

5 Words to Describe Them: Snarky, Chivalrous, Stubborn, Curios, Concerned 

 My Nickname for them: Scout. Unrelated to the character, but related to why I picture him with his voice.

I omitted the ones that didn’t make sense in this context. (Also thanks for sending in my favorite FE character.)

anonymous asked:

Hi! It's the anon from before who asked you those GinHiji questions! Thank you so much for answering, and reading it just made me realize how awesome it'd be to listen to you rant for paragraphs on end on why Hijikata and Gintoki are so perfect together because the PASSION in your reply -- was friggin' beautiful. So thank you very much for answering... and if you ever feel like it, just write a loooong rant on the best pairing (GINHIJI) out there. I'd definately read it. :P

Hello! I’m sorry for taking my time on this one, but I really wanted to wait until I was in the right mood to give you the answer you deserved and since I’m being a sentimental piece of shit today, THE TIME HAS COME! So, gather around //cracks knuckles// and listen to me rant //sips drink// about my OTP. 

GinHiji isn’t just a pairing to me. And that has a lot to do with Lavi, but it’s the same for on my own. When it comes down to it, I really just love these characters to the very depths of my soul. I hear songs on the radio and I think of them, I write about them all the goddamn time, I can’t really seem to stop, and the influx of things that come to me on the daily is both profound and pretty amazing. They inspire me and I guess that’s a backhanded way of saying Sorachi does — WHICH OF COURSE HE DOES HE’S GORI-SAN ASIUDIFOJ;ASKLDFA. 

I love the dynamics of their characters in the anime and manga, how they’re portrayed, you know? It’s so subtle, but so there in your face that it’s impossible to miss. No one can tell me that they aren’t canon and it’s not even that I’m some deluded fangirl making my favorite characters gay because they’re hot and I want them to go at it like rabid bunnies. They’ve got some serious chemistry and I swear Sorachi secretly ships them, I’m convinced! There’s just too much going on with them!  

I mean, how many people can say their OTP danced together, complete with a rose, in canon?

And have you noticed how no matter what scene they’re in together, they ALWAYS end up next to each other? Or touching each other in some way? Or touching each other when there’s no expressed reason to do so? Or getting really up close and personal with each other all the time? 

Because I sure as hell have.

And let’s not forget this absolute gem from the manga, look at where Gintoki’s left hand is:

And the cherry blossoms episode ((125 for those of you who are unfamiliar)) was packed so full of GinHiji moments I got whiplash! I literally wheeze through most of that episode because their interactions are just golden and look at all this stuff! 

Pouring each other drinks:

Oh, hello, let’s just have them get right up close for no reason and blush for the obvious reason:

And then later look over their shoulders at each other in a silent salute to one another before taking a shot:

All of it ending in a way that just makes you think Gintoki woke up, saw Hijikata, pulled his drunk ass down, and stumbled them to a love hotel to finish the night right:

And don’t even get me started on episode 48 where all they did was stalk each other and keep running into each other and get sorta freaky in the bathhouse together. Just do not. I’ll never shut up. This post is already pretty long EVEN THOUGH I HAVEN’T TOUCHED ON A LOT OF THE THINGS I WANT TO SAY ASIUDFH;AIJSLDF SO I’LL JUST WRAP IT UP WITH A LOT OF CAPS BECAUSE THESE TWO ARE REALLY JUST MADE FOR EACH OTHER, OKAY? THEY COMPLEMENT EACH OTHER AND WHEN THEY FIGHT TOGETHER HOLY SHIT LOOK OUT

It’s really sort of hard to put into words just how much I love these two. Not just as a pairing, but as individuals. They’ve been through so much shit and can commiserate with each other for it while remaining strong on their own and becoming stronger when they’re together. They offset each other perfectly, Gintoki with his ‘laziness’ and Hijikata with his rigid and strict work ethic. Similarly, Hijikata being much more serious while Gintoki offsets that with his ‘goofball’ demeanor. They come full circle for me. Each interaction has this underpinning of tension, which is something I try and emulate with my writing. There’s just something always there, right there under the surface, and it’s right in your face if you just watch/read the parts they’re in together. 

So, there, a rant to scratch the surface on my feelings for GinHiji pffff I hope you enjoyed and that this was something of what you were looking for!

aldehydean  asked:

Destiel, and the one with the 'punch that guy'? (I forgot the number oops I'm sorry!)

“So, why did I have to punch that guy?”

Sam snorts, and with a shake of his head, managed to achieve an exorcist-level eye-roll.  “You’re kidding, right, Dean?”

Dean shakes out his hand and tilts his head, watching as the guy in question nurses his bloodied lip and allows himself to be fawned over by his friends.  “The hell are you talkin’ about?” Dean demands, turning his attention back to Sam.

Sam scoffs, and Dean’s thisclose to punching him, too.  “Cas.”

Dean raises his eyebrows and flails his hands, making a face he’s sure looks ridiculous.  The face that means he has no idea what Sam is talking about.  “What about him?”

“Yes, what about me?” Cas asks, appearing at Dean’s elbow.  He looks flushed and flustered.

“That guy, Cas,” Sam says, nodding over his shoulder.  

“Oh.” Cas looks down, pushing his hands into his pockets.

“What the hell happened?” It’s not surprising Dean’s only now asking the reasons.  He’s always been the shoot (or punch) first, ask questions later kind of guy.  “Cas?”

Cas huffs, lifting his eyes to Dean’s.  Sam beats him to it and clarifies the situation.  “The guy was all over Cas.  Handsy and belligerent.  I pulled Cas away when you showed up.”

Dean clenches his jaw.  “That sonofabitch,” he growls.  His hand forms a fist.  “I shoulda done more than that to him.”

“Dean.”  Cas’s hand is on his shoulder, and it’s squeezing gently.  “Dean, It’s fine.  It’s nothing.  He’s just drunk.”

“Yeah, I know, Cas,” Dean says, slipping an arm around Cas’s waist to pull him in closer.  “You coulda mojo’d the guy to Timbuktu, but that ain’t the point.”  When Cas raises his eyebrows, Dean huffs.  “First of all,” he lifts a finger, as if to prove his point.  “No means no, drunk or not.”  His brow draws together and he tilts his head.  “You did say no, right?”

“Of course, Dean.”

“Okay, then.  Point stands.  Second, you’re my damn husband.  I’m the only one who gets to get handsy with you.”  He leans in to kiss him, and he hears Sam make a noise and mutter to himself about the third wheel.  “We’ll get you laid one day, Sammy!” Dean shouts when he and Cas part, smirking proudly at his brother’s embarrassment as his brother retreats. “Ahh, gets him every time.”

Would you please just take a moment of your time to think about Castiel and Dean sharing their first kiss and just kinda lingering in each other’s space for a while? Castiel’s arms are around his shoulders, fingers lazily stroking at the soft hair at the nape of his neck while Dean’s thumbs absently rub soothing circles against the skin of Cas’s waist and they’re just basking in the afterglow, staring into each other’s eyes and so stupidly in love it hurts. 

i will never stop being amazed at the incredible tenderness that will and hannibal displayed to one another after such a brutal act… that their hands and mouths are capable of such savagery and such vulnerability all at once is so so beautiful and the perfect example of the extreme give and take between them… they bring out both love and bloodlust in each other, both desire to touch with gentle hands and the need to tear apart with sharp claws and teeth and it is so profound and amazing beyond what words could ever express