I love seeing people gush over why they love Destiel, so may I ask, why do you love Destiel?
Well - for the long version, I invite you to read my fics, because that’s where I put everything that I love about both Dean and Cas and also the way they are together and all those things that make my heart go weeeeeeee, and as for the short version -
Narratively speaking, I love how unhurriedly and organically that love between them grew, because most of the time, TV and movie romances are forced and they never give you any explanation as to why those two characters would fall for each other, exactly, and you’re just left with this impression that, duh, hot people will automatically pair up and love itself is just about, I don’t know, dropping half a muffin on someone while wearing a darling dress and your hair’s not combed but you still look dropdead gorgeous ‘cause you’re Emma Stone or some shit (but of course, you don’t know you’re cute, that’s what matters) and the guy brushes off the crumbs and he’s rude about it but you can’t stop thinking about him all day ‘cause of course, he’s Ryan bloody Gosling and BAM, that’s how the magic happens. And that’s mostly why I don’t like and don’t watch romance stuff - because in my experience, that’s not how love happens, and I consider that way of looking at the world more dangerous than gore and horror (hashtag why are Tarantino movies age-restricted and yet we keep pushing Sparks novels on kids). So, well, I wasn’t expecting a love story in Supernatural at all and I love the fact we didn’t have to suffer though what usually happens and how Dean and Cas just - did it all on their own, in a way, in open rebellion of who they are and the orders they were given and the unforgiving world they live in.
And as for the story itself - it just works, doesn’t it? Even if it wasn’t planned, it’s plain perfect, because Dean - Dean is someone who has (had) no faith, and no self-love at all, and Cas was literally put on his path to invite him to believe and tell him he was special (I think I wrote somewhere that based on that, it doesn’t even matter if Cas looks like Misha Collins - he could have been a green goat and Dean would still have fallen for him). And as for Cas - Dean is what Cas’ longed for his whole life - a way out, and a way towards a deeper part of himself Cas knows is there, but is not sure what to do with. A man afraid of flying and an angel afraid of falling meet in the middle, as the famous tagline goes. And I love how they circled around each other at first, how they learned to trust each other and understand each other and finally love each other - and, most of all, how soft they are with each other - Dean’s been taught never to do that, never to open up, never to be vulnerable, and Cas’ a soldier, he was literally bred for battle, and yet - they look at each other and treat each other with such profound care, it’s heartbreaking to watch.
And at this point, of course, the problem is sex - not only for the writers and the producers and the money people, because what happens if we make it truly gay, but also for the characters themselves - that’s all there is to it - and that makes it interesting, because sex is never an obstacle in ‘traditional’ stories - no, there it’s mostly falling into bed together and there’s never any problem and they both come right, left and centre, but here - here’s definitely where you see how deeply Christian Supernatural is at its core, because Dean and Cas know they love each other now, that’s textual, and I’m convinced Dean thinks Cas simply doesn’t want him, not like that, and Cas is not sure if he should even offer, because he doesn’t understand sexuality very well, so there’s this tension and shame and uncertainty there which - and this is important, this changes everything - is not the usual American teen comedy nonsense like ‘he’ll think I’m a slut’ and ‘abortions kill your spleen and then you die’ and ‘I respect her too much to put my he-stick inside her’ - nope - this is more similar to those stories Supernatural was modeled on, medieval chansons de geste where sex in not a sin in itself, it’s you having a sense of self that’s the problem, and that’s beautiful and tragic and choke-full of that I’m not good enough for you mud we all wade through, every day, our whole lives, so that’s the other thing I love about Destiel - that it uses the timeless trope of the love story between a human and an immortal being in the best possible way - to reflect upon our humanity, to wonder if we deserve to be saved - a question which despite everything, still resonates with us, because that’s who we still are - a breed of apes who randomly became something more and basically spent its entire time span on this Earth prodding in awe and terror at the question why me.