After the events of Fan Fiction led them to confess their feelings, Dean and Castiel spend their first night together. Dean is thrilled to discover that Cas’s interests align nicely with his…
“That is what I what I want, Dean Winchester.” He leaned in until their foreheads were touching, their noses brushing, their mouths a scant half an inch apart. Dean could feel Castiel’s breath on his lips. “To worship you.”
There is no First Blade. No Mark of Cain. No Ezekiel or Metatron or Trials or Purgatory. There is Dean, and there is Baby, and there is Cas, and all three are worse for wear.
“In which Dean is not a bee, Cas is not a flower, and the image of Cas’ left hand on a radio dial and a hole in the knee of his scrubs will haunt your every waking moment for eternity. YOU’RE WELCOME."―Thank you for helping write the summary, Betty.
Cas can’t bring Dean back. But he can’t be without him. So Cas leaves to meet versions of Dean he hasn’t come across before. Dean at three as a snotty toddler. At eight as a grubby child. At fifteen when he’s already damaged. Cas travels through time to meet Dean throughout his life, different version of the man and Cas loves every single one.
But if God is not gone entirely, if God is not blind, then God knows about this, too. He might be the only one who can hear it: the inaudible rumbling in Castiel’s heart, restless and aching like an empty stomach.
"They lie there in a comfortable silence for a while, Dean on his back with his eyes closed and Cas on his side curled around him. Eventually, Cas’ back starts to hurt, and his arm starts going numb beneath the pillow, squashed by the weight of his head and the odd angle. This is becoming a common problem when they cuddle after sex, and Cas doesn’t understand why.”
The wet spot on the bed often poses a problem once the afterglow subsides, but rarely does it offer solutions.
Everybody-Dean included-attributes Castiel’s awkward staring and lack of appreciation for personal space to his lack of understanding when it comes to humans. Funny thing, though: Cas never invades Bobby’s personal space, or Sam’s. Why is Dean different? Maybe there’s something everyone is missing.
Dean hates farmers markets and everything that they stand for. However, following a conversation with a new friend, an aptly-timed epiphany, and some impromptu pie-sharing, Dean’s definitely rethinking that opinion.
Competition and racing are nothing new to Castiel and Jimmy Novak. Since leaving behind college athletics and settling down into jobs and everyday life, though, it’s gotten harder to scratch that competitive itch. Now Jimmy’s swimming skills and Cas’s running abilities have earned unexpected attention, and they’ve been pressured into creating a triathlon relay team. All they need is a cyclist who can keep up.
Dean is not an “athlete.” He’s not about to back down from a challenge, though, so he’ll do whatever he has to do, as far outside his comfort zone as it may take him. Finding fast new best friends in the Novak twins should make that stretch easier for him, but instead, as he can’t help falling in love with not one, but both twins, things just keep getting a whole lot more complicated.
“Tighter, Dean, please,” Cas urges throwing his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. Dean squeezes. He doesn’t know why Cas wants this or even what the appeal is, but he always comes harder when he’s struggling to breathe.
“Stop whining,” Cas said. “Finish your outline and we’ll go. There’s beer at the apartment. We’ll put on Star Wars and pretend we never set foot in the library over break.”
“Castiel Novak,” Dean said, putting his hand to his heart, “you are the wind beneath my wings.”
“Idiot,” Cas said affectionately, hoping Dean didn’t notice the hot flush creeping up his neck. He snatched his pen back and returned to his paper.
They worked in silence for several minutes, punctuated only by Dean’s occasional groans of boredom. Finally he pushed his laptop away and opened his mouth to complain when another clap of thunder shook the walls, much louder than before, and the lights flickered briefly.
“Look,” Dean grits, pinching at the bridge of his nose, “You’ve got a body. Yourbody.” (Castiel, not long ago; “Jimmy…his soul was not returned to me.”) “You’re gonna damn well learn how to use it.” The hunter reaches under the seat to jerk at the lever, sliding back the whole of the front bench and badly startling Castiel with the unexpected jolt of movement. “And, hate to break it to you, but this town’s really not that big. You just got yourself kicked out of the only joint that’s got the professionals at work.”
Dean twists to lean against the car door, pulling up a leg to lay across the seat. The moment stretches, silent and tense.
“I ain’t gonna fuck you,” he says, voice gruff, “but I’ll talk you through it.”
“You really should have just given him what he wanted.” The man circled around Jensen leisurely, as if taking a stroll in the park, and stopped right before him. Eyes the colour of a clear summer sky stared back at him. “But…maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t because now I get what I want.”
The mission was to infiltrate. Jensen knew the consequences of capture, and when it happened, he was ready to die for his country. Misha Collins was the master of torture, and it shouldn’t be difficult to hate him, but the interrogator was hot and cold, and Jensen soon found the boundaries between love and hate blurring.
Castiel Novak is infuriating. He can’t finish an art project without making a huge mess, his typically charcoal colored fingers leave smears along household objects, he makes fun of Dean all the time, and he’s a perfectionist about everything.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Dean’s in way over his head, because someone like him doesn’t deserve someone like Cas.
(Of course, that’s not to say it won’t stop him from trying.)
It starts out, as most things don’t, with a drawing.
Do you seriously think there is something going on with Jensen and Misha?
I don’t want to judge whether they are having sex or not or if there is any kind of sexual action involved between the two, but I am convinced that there are in love. More than in a just platonic way but it is this kind of love that does not /need/ sex. I see this in all the little things, in the way they look at each other, so compassionate and tender and affectionate. This often only gets obvious when you look at videos closely, but if you take your time, you can see that it is really there, all the love and the joy of being around each other. If I watch them interact it warms my heart and makes me happy because all I see is love practically bleeding out of their eyes.
I am very close to my best friend, very very close, we are touching the whole time and stuff like this and we are very frankly with showing our affections but this is in no way comparable to what I see between Jensen and Misha and I have never seen this kind of behaviour at anyone but those who are in love.
Also the way their friendship/relationship has delevoped is hinting at the fact that they are more than just friends. I have just reblogged a very good headcanon that gets the facts into a coherrent order. If you haven’t seen this post already, you can read it here.
Then we have their matching bracelets which I would say is not something men would just wear to show that they are “normal" friends. We have this year’s JIBCon Cockles-panel. We have Misha saying that Jensen’s voice feels like home and that he thinks that he and Jensen /subconciously/ contribute to the Destiel on-screen chemistry. And I am not going to mention all the times Jensen acted like a teenage-boy with a crush when being with Misha because I have to go to volleyball in 10 minutes and this would take too long.
Again, I don’t care if they have sex although I like to imagine it because it’s hot and I don’t disrespect on their wives/families. Actually if you say something against them I’d probably want to rip your head off and if I had to decide between Misha and Jensen getting together and them staying with their wives I would choose the latter.
I don’t think I have to though because we know that Vicki and Misha are okay with polyamorous relationships (for more details see Vicki’s “The threesome handbook") and some of the things Danneel has said in her interviews point to the fact that she would be okay with it, too. Again I don’t have the time to search for quotes here, maybe I will add them later if you want proof.
In conclusion: I think that Cockles is real -as we like to say it- but that it is not a real secret and that their wives are okay with it because they know that Jensen and Misha still love them as well with their whole heart. (And yes, I am also convinced that you can love two people alike at the same time but if I go on about my perception of sexuality now this would totally be over the top)
Wow, this got long and I hope you are satisfied with my answer.