Whiteboard. Destiel, canon!verse, 1.3k. When you fail to say the words, there’s always the option to write it down.
For a while
now, there has been a whiteboard in Dean’s room.
sees Dean use it; to organize clues for cases that he and Sam can’t quite solve,
and to write down reminders, or to simply rearrange his thoughts. And, on rare
occasions, to draw silly doodles to help him get his mind off of whatever
supernatural disaster is next on the agenda.
aforementioned board is empty though, and Cas stares a hole in it, sitting on
Dean’s bed, arms wrapped around his knees, his chin resting on his hands. Dean
is there too, right beside him, lying on the other side of the bed, his back to Castiel, his
shoulders tense. There might as well be some sort of invisible wall between
them, and Cas absolutely hates it.
Hates it whenever they fight like this, and what makes it even worse is that
Dean refuses to talk. Whenever they have an argument he’ll snap at Castiel,
once maybe twice, but after that, it’s usually the silent treatment.
makes Castiel feel powerless every time, because how can you fix something when
you don’t even get a chance to plead your case?
sleeping, Cas can tell from his breathing, harsh and uneven. Which must mean
that Dean doesn’t like this either, and just like that, inspiration strikes.
Cas mutters quietly, but not unkindly.
from the other side of the bed.
you’re angry, I know you’d rather not talk, but I thought that maybe…”
Castiel pauses, trying to figure out which words to choose. “I thought
that maybe we could write it down.”
huff from Dean, and Cas doesn’t know what to make of that, but he refuses to
give up now. Slowly, he gets up from the bed, shuffling towards the whiteboard.
He picks up one of the markers, a blue one, and starts writing.
Dean move on the bed, probably getting up as well, and that’s what Cas had been
counting on; Dean’s curiosity getting the best of him.
When Cas is
done he puts down the marker, his eyes scanning the message one last time.
‘I apologize for what I did yesterday, I’m sorry
I went after those rogue angels by myself without telling you. I didn’t want
you to get dragged into my problems, and I feared it wasn’t safe for you to
come with me. Which you would have, had I told you before I left.’
He hears a
muffled sigh behind him, and he’s surprised to see Dean already standing right
there. Dean rolls his eyes as he reads the message, but his face relaxes, and
the green of his eyes is softer now. After a long moment, he theatrically picks
up a marker as well, the green one, giving Castiel that face that says 'do we
really have to do this?’
does it anyway, and writes a reply, the Dean Winchester way that Cas knows so
'I want you to drag me into your problems, you
idiot, it’s not like I don’t drag you into mine. PS: you forgot to apologize for
the part where you almost got killed. PPS: fine, apology accepted. Don’t ever
do that again.’
A/N: This is for @impalaimagining’s 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was ‘Crazed’…I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)
Dean never thought you’d ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it’s almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.
Summary: Imagine getting sent to the future and making love with future Cas. Imagine coming back home and finding out you’re pregnant.
Pairing: Cas x reader
Word Count: 3.5k (YAY ME)
Warnings: brief descriptions of smut, language, angst, pregnancy, a cliffhanger ending bc im an asshole
A/N: so regular Dean is just called Dean and future Dean is called future Dean BC LOGIC IS AWESOME hahaha.
also, welcome to a new series, my friends! should be a wild n fun time :-) feedback is so greatly appreciated!
You blinked slowly, your eyes squinting open as you took in your new surroundings. It looked like you were in some kind of…shack?
With a groan, you tried to sit up, and that’s when you realized that your hands were cuffed to a chair. You turned to your left and saw Dean in the same exact situation as you, and you knew this wasn’t looking too good.
Summary: Cas finds you after you were hurt on a hunt. You’re too cold to go look for Sam and Dean, so Cas…warms you up.
I shouldn’t write summaries lmao
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Dizzy, nauseas, blood, ouch, so much blood, was all you could think as you peeled yourself up off the floor. You’d collapsed after slicing off the last vampire’s head, and apparently, no one had found you yet. You felt your pockets for your phone, which was nowhere to be found.
Dammit, you thought. You were gonna die here. You’d lost so much blood from that vampire attacking you. You made your way to a dirty old couch in the abandoned house you were in and waited. There was no way you could leave here on your own. Thirty minutes must’ve went by, and still no sign of Sam Dean, or Cas.
What if Zachariah didn’t send Dean to the future because he succeeded in killing Lucifer in 2014? And what if the night before the final showdown was your last chance to set the record straight about how you really felt about Cas? One night with the ex-angel changes your whole world.
Pairing: Endverse!Cas x Reader
WARNING: ANGST (angsty fluff), strong language, drug and alcohol abuse, sexual situations and references to smut. And last but not least, CHARACTER DEATH
Word Count: 7,477
So, @splendidcas came up with the idea of sitting around with Endverse!Cas, and what it would be like to just talk as you both enjoyed the effects of illegal substances. From there I hijacked her cute little intro and drove it straight into hell with an angsty story line that was befitting the Endverse theme. She then very graciously let me use the idea. So, I proceeded to write the fic with the full intention of making her fluffy self cry.
And as for @webcricket, she is a darling in the world of fluff and, since she pointed out that her ultimate goal is to crack the frozen shell of my angsty little heart, I have decided to keep her in mind while writing this fic. Enjoy, little Cricket.
Cas chuckled as he stared up at the cabin
ceiling through the haze in his eyes. The light trails of smoke had drifted
away to curl and stretch across the length of the room. You laid there
together, swimming in a dizzying blanket of drugs and alcohol, reliving the
glory days as you both tried to escape the weight of the imminent sunrise.
Pairing: Dean x Reader (also a little bit of demon!dean)
Word Count: 1,981
Warnings: angst, ouchies, slight fluff
A/N: This was a request from @flufy07! I hope you all enjoy this! I know it’s a little long, but I promise, it’s worth it! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3
You began hunting at the age of twenty. After losing everyone you loved to demons, you knew you had to become a hunter. You wanted to save people who still had a chance to be saved. When you started hunting you ran into two brothers who helped you out more than anyone; Sam and Dean Winchester. Like you, they lost their mom to Azazel. They ended up killing your sister who was half-demon. You accepted it as a part of life, never blaming them for what they had to do. You ran into them plenty of times after that. You even worked cases with them.
You were shocked when you saw that Sam was calling you. They hadn’t reached out to you in a year. When you talked to Sam, his voice sounded urgent and full of concern. After everything they did for you, you would sacrifice anything for them. Especially Dean, who always held a special place in your heart.
You knocked on the bunker’s metal door, looking around. You hoped you had the right place. Before you could further assess your whereabouts, the door opened. You smiled at Sam, brushing past him.
Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.
Warnings: Season 10/11 spoilers, cursing (I think that’s it)
A/N: Y’all are the best! By the way, requests are open (I don’t write Wincest and I haven’t tried smut, but I’m willing)! Now here’s part 3.
(Y/B/M) = your birth month
(Y/B/D) = your birth day
I sit still in the plastic blue chair resting against the irritatingly white walls. I stare at the students being attended by the on duty nurse and a few of the teachers. The staff is trying to keep the kids calm, hoping that no one will pass out or scream, but one of the middle school children doesn’t do what they were hoping.
The little boy screams and I wince, clenching my eyes shut and tucking myself inwards. The child has a rather large shard of glass sticking out of his back and a few teachers surround his body where he lays on the floor.
This is all my fault.
The paramedics arrive sooner than anyone thought, and the take away the severely injured students before attending to those with minor wounds, like me. A kind woman dressed in the hospital’s uniform cuts off my long sleeve and plucks out the pieces of the mirror that fell from the ceiling. I don’t wince, I hardly even flinch as she takes them out or even when she sterilizes the cuts. Once she’s done, she begins to ask a few questions.
“Did you hit your head?” I shake my head, clenching my hands together and closing my eyes. A quivering breath escapes my lips, but other than that, I keep my responses silent.
She examines the rest of my arm, and checks my head for any signs of blood, but when she comes up empty, she moves on to the next student.
My fingers interlock with one another and my eyes watch them closely like they’re the most interesting creatures in the world.
“I wanna leave.” I breathe out to myself, but the nurse standing next to my chair hears me. She turns to me, watching me closely before answering.
“You can go home soon.” She smiles at me, patting me on my knee and then sighing.
That’s not what I meant.
My legs feel light and my head feels heavy as I approach the door leading to the inside of the bunker from the garage. Sam and Dean aren’t home yet, which isn’t surprising, it’s almost a six hour trip from Lebanon to Denver and they left nine hours ago.
“How was school?” Castiel grunts from the same spot in the library he was this morning when I left. I make my way down the steps, making sure to keep my shoulder out of Castiel’s view. If he sees the bandages, he’s going to throw so many questions at me that I’ll get whiplash.
“It was school, nothing interesting,” I answer bluntly, passing him and heading towards my room. “Just glad it’s Friday.” With nothing more to say, I quickly make my way down the hallway and shut the door to my room. I have to stay away from Cas, he could figure something is off with me. He’s done it on several accounts and he’s told my brothers.
For the next 29 hours that my brothers don’t return, I keep myself locked in my room, answering Castiel’s worried phone calls with simple answers.
“I’m having really bad cramps right now.”
“(Y/N), your period isn’t for another week,” He speaks with concern and a hit of confusion.
“Okay, first of all, how do you know my cycle? And it’s possible to have cramps while ovulation.” I slightly laugh as I imagine the face he’s most likely making.
“Dean made a calendar for me,” he explains, “so I would understand most of your grumpiness.”
Of course he did.
“Look, Cas, I’m fine, so you don’t have to call every two hours.” I sigh, laying across my bed and running my fingers through my hair.
“It’s unlike you to hide in your room unless something was wrong.” I sigh, closing my eyes and feeling the throbbing in my shoulder. I’m too hot right now to wear anything but shorts and a tank top and if I go out there now with my bandage exposed, I’ll rat myself out.
“I’ll come out later, I’m working on homework.” I lie. I’ve been reading up on what they have been saying about the incident. They’ve kept most of the details from the public, they mostly just say the windows were broken. None of the articles mention the falling mirrors.
Castiel sighs and decides not to say anything more, so he hangs up. Tossing my phone on my bed, I hide my eyes in the crook of my elbow, trying to ignore the pain in my shoulder. Irritation bubbles up inside the back of my head and I leap to my feet.
Another hour passes, and I find myself pacing the floor in front of my bed. My fingers twitch as I run my hands up and down my arms, trying to ease my nerves.
My breathing quickens, I force myself to sit on the edge of my bed, trucking my head between my legs in order to stop the attack.
It’s not working.
I leap to my feet, scraping my toes against my desk chair leg. I hiss, wrapping my palm around my big toe before sitting down in the chair to examine it. I ripped the nail and the nail tore some of the skin away from underneath it. Squeezing the toe, I close my eyes and try to focus on something in order to ignore the pain. However, when I open my eyes, I watch as my a little green light seeps out between my fingers.
I pull back my hand, which causes me to fall out of my chair and smacking my head against the edge of my bed.
“Fuck,” I grumble, rubbing the back of my head. I feel my nerves slowly calming and the attack subsiding and my eyes land on my big toe, finding the nail fully intact and the blood gone. “What the fuck?”
I climb to my feet, slipping on my jacket, and stumble out of the door. I need air.
“Hey-” Cas greets me, but I quickly walk passed him, heading towards the stairs. I make it to the garage, picking my helmet off the ground and starting towards my bike when I crash into a giant.
“Whoa, where are you going?” Sam asks, holding me at arms length. I’m out of breath and staring up at him with wide eyes. Shit.
“I-I’m,” I caught, shaking my head in order to clear it. “I was going for a ride.”
“With no shoes?” Sam glances down at my green painted toes. I mentally slap myself.
“So this is the third,” a strong Scottish accent says from where the impala is parked. Dean pulls out a short redheaded woman from the back seat, her wrists chained together. “(Y/N) Winchester.”
I stand straight, staring down the witch. So this is Rowena. Charlie was right, her voice is kind of annoying. I don’t move away from the door as Dean approaches with her as I continue to examine her. This is the first “villain” I’m meeting and knowing my brother they’re going to make it quick.
Rowena raises an eyebrow as she continues to watch me, and for a slight moment, her eyes widen in surprise while she ever so quietly whispers, “I’ve never seen so much.”
“Alright, c’mon.” Sam pulls me away from the door, allowing Dean to open it and lead Rowena inside.
“We told you we’d be back,” Sam smiles, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and walking inside with me. I fight against the urge to push Sam away and run after Rowena. Sam continues to talk, but I can’t focus on his words.
At the bottom of the steps, I wiggle free of Sam’s heavy arm and turn to glare at him. “Don’t you have a prisoner to interrogate?” My attention turns towards the hallway Dean disappeared down.
Sam nods after spending a few seconds watching me. He gives me a tight hug, promising we’ll hang out soon, before disappearing down that same hallway.
“(Y/N),” Castiel huffs, drawing my attention away and to his shaking body, “what happened to your shoulder?” My eyes follow his to find my jacket had slipped off, exposing the white bandages.
“Nothing.” I answer coldly before turning my attention back to the hall.
I need to get in there.
I’ve been lingering by the hallway entrance for a couple of minutes now, my thumb nail between my teeth as I think of how in the hell am I supposed to get Sam and Dean out of there long enough to interrogate her with my own questions.
My attention turns to Castiel in the library as he grunts and shakes. He’s having another episode. And then it clicks. I know how to get them out.
“Guys,” I wince, wobbling passed the secret shelf door.
Sam acts fast, approaching me with concern and caution, worried if he touches me he might cause more pain.
“What the hell happened?” Dean jumps off the chair, leaning in close to examine the bruise forming on my cheek.
“Castiel is gone. He got out and… he left.” Dean looks to Sam and without a word, they both head outside of the file room to talk. A moment ticks by before I turn to Rowena, straightening my back and glaring at her.
“So much what?” I hiss, approaching the edge of the devil’s trap.
“I’m sorry?” Rowena bats her eyes, sizing me up.
“When you saw me, you said you haven’t seen so much. What the hell did you mean?” I narrow my eyes, watching as she shifts slightly in her seat, readying herself to tell me that I must’ve misheard. “They’re going to be back in here, I don’t have time for any innocent shit.”
“You have so much… energy inside ya, dear…”
“What are you talking about? What energy?”
“Magic! You have so much of it… So much more than I,” she rolls her eyes as she explains. “Of course you do, you’re a Winchester after all.” She says mostly to herself, but I glare at her for it.
“I’m not a witch,” I hiss, taking a step closer. “There’s no way I can be a witch.”
“Aye dear, you’re not. But you’re something,” she pauses, sizing me up once again. “But that much power you’re sitting on, it’s surprising you’re in one piece. That it hasn’t hurt you yet-”
I take a step away, my hand gently laying against my shoulder. Magic would be the explanation for what happened in the cafeteria.
“You’re on edge, aren’t ya dear?” Rowena shifts in her chair, rattling the chains keeping her in place. “If you take these off, I could show ya.”
I glare at her, watching as a grin grows across her lips. I take in a deep breath before answering, “you’re lying. It’s just hormones.”
“(Y/N)!” Dean hollers, strutting to stand next to me. “Don’t talk to her, she’s-”
“Dangerous, I know.” I nod to Rowena before slipping out of the room. I tug on my jacket tight around my waist and duck my head down as I walk towards my room.
“(Y/N), we’re going to find Cas,” Sam speaks, typing away on his laptop. “We’re taking Rowena with us-”
“Stay here, I know.” I smile weakly at Sam. “I’m going to go to bed, Will you call me when you find him? And will you tell him I’m sorry?”
“Why are you the one who’s sorry? Cas-”
“Just, tell him?” Sam nods and I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. “Thank you.” I slowly drag myself to my room, my head swimming with too many thoughts.
When I reach my room, I lock the door behind me and rest my back against it and examine the space. Rowena is probably right, I have magic. How else could I heal my own toe or summon mirrors and break glass without physically touching it?
As I pace around the room, my mind decides to send me back to the day I asked Dean where our mom was. It was three years after I was left on their doorstep and a year before John disappeared on Dean.
“(Y/N), we don’t have the same mom,” Dean says, pulling me into his lap while we waited for John to check us into a motel room. “Your mom left you with us.”
“Do we have the same dad?” I question, playing with the necklace Sam hand given him.
Now that I’m older, when I look back on this memory I can hear the uncertainty in his voice. If he had told me no, who knows what kind of devastation that would bring to a five year old.
I take in a staggering breath and push myself off the door. I reach for my book bag next to my desk and dump the contents onto my bed. I rush around the room, pulling out clothes and hygiene products. I change out of my sleeping shorts and slip on a pair of skinny jeans.
Once my bag is packed, I place my school materials on my desk and stop short at the sight of the tiny fluffy white blanket folded neatly near the desk, the sticky note with the simple message written in my mothers handwriting.
Her name is (Y/N). She was born (Y/B/M) (Y/B/D), 1999 Please take care of her.
Anonymous said: “children of parents who are business rivals and they sneak off to make out” au
Castiel sighed against Dean’s mouth when pulled away and laid his head against the wall. Dean took advantage of the situation to press hot, wet kisses against his throat.
They had been doing this for months now, sneaking off during their parents parties to stick their tongues down each others throats. They had made out in closets and other unlocked rooms in every house and hotel a party had been thrown in.
Their parents were business rivals that always tried to one up each other. Dean and Castiel used to bicker because of that, too. Then one night an argument turned into Dean shoving against a wall and kissing him, hard and fast. They had been sneaking off to do this ever since.
It wasn’t Cas’s ideal relationship, but it worked.
Dean slotted their mouths back together and pressed him harder against the door. Cas could faintly taste the champagne he lifted from a passing waitress on his tongue. Cas moaned quietly.
“Shut up,” Dean hissed. “They’ll hear us.”
There was a voice in the hall then that sounded mysteriously like Castiel’s brother, Michael. When it faded, Cas grabbed Dean’s hand.
“Come with me,” He whispered, tugging Dean along. He peeked around the closet door and didn’t see anyone, so he walked out. He quickly pulled Dean down the hall and up the stairs.
He pushed him into a bedroom and closed the door them, locking it, just in case. The last thing they needed was a lost guest or one of his brothers to find them.
“Where are we now?” Dean asked, pulling his tie off.
“My bedroom,” Cas answered, shoving Dean’s jacket off of his shoulders and pulling him to his bed.
They fell onto the mattress with their legs tangled together. They kissed again, their teeth clashing with the force of it. Cas put a hand in Dean’s hair, tugging lightly jut the way Dean liked it.
Dean pulled back for a to catch his breath, and looked down at Castiel. A strange look settled on his face after a moment.
“What is it?” Cas asked.
Dean leaned down and gave him a soft, slow kiss. It wasn’t like the others that they had shared. It wasn’t getting back at their parents or an escape from boredom. This kiss felt like it meant more.
“Dean?” Cas breathed when he pulled back. Dean ran his thumb over Cas’s cheek bone and smiled a little.
“I like you,” He said. Cas let out a relieved breath.
“I like you, too.”
“No, Cas, I really like you. I want this to be more than sneaking off when our parents aren’t looking. I want to be with you.”
“Really?” Cas didn’t want to get his hopes up. He knew Dean’s reputation. He hooked up with people, he got bored, and he left. That’s why Cas had made peace with the idea of being Dean’s fling at parties and never asked for more.
“Yes.” Dean said, earnestly, his green eyes shining. “Cas, I want this. I want you, no matter what anyone else says.”
Dean kissed him again, a sweet, short kiss, then stood and held out his hand.
“Come on,” He said, a mischievous smile crawling onto his face. “Let’s go give them something to talk about.”
Cas took his hand and let him pull up. He couldn’t wait to see the looks on their parents’ faces.
After they righted their clothes (Dean had to fix Cas’s tie because he was hopeless at it) they returned the party, hand in hand.
Dean pulled Cas to the dance floor and began to spin them around like the other couples.
“Everyone is staring,” Cas said, feeling his cheeks heating up. Dean smiled.
“Let them,” He answered. He leaned down and kissed him, not caring if people were watching. Cas smiled against his lips when the people around them gasped.
Both of their parents were staring at them from across the room, their mothers shocked and their fathers angry. Castiel knew that neither of them was going to bed tonight without a severe tongue lashing. But he didn’t care.
He had Dean. He had Dean’s arms around him and Dean’s lips on his. It was going to be an uphill battle, but they would fight it together.
Dean spun him further into the crowd, out of sight of their parents. He sang into Cas’s ear, it was off key, but Cas didn’t mind. He just tightened his arms around Dean’s neck and held on for the ride.
I meant to write a fluffy story about watching that cute little forgetful fish. I slipped. Sorry not sorry
Dean exhales slowly and shifts, trying to make himself comfortable. He can’t sleep, so he’s resigned himself to scrolling through Netflix. He needs something to occupy his mind - some noise, a mindless distraction.
There’s a knock at his door and he calls the visitor in, his eyes still fixed on his computer screen. He assumes it’s Sam, coming to check on him after the emotional roller coaster of a day. “Hello, Dean.”
He tears his eyes away from the screen and smiles. “Hey, Cas.” His voice is soft. Reverent. Seeing Cas somehow puts him at ease.
Cas is hovering in the doorway until Dean waves him in. He sets the computer aside and watches Cas close the door. “I would have called to let you know I was coming home, but Sam told me you’d broken your phone. And it’s late. I wasn’t sure if he was sleeping, so I– Why are you smiling?”
Pairing: Dean x sister!Reader, Sam, Jody Word count: 1,379 Warnings: Angst, swearing, death Request: Anonymous. For the requests/Drabbles/oneshots thingy-DeanxReader, the inspiration: “Believe” by Hollywood Undead. Please and thank you this is the first time I’ve ever asked for anything hope I did it right 😖 Also I’m in love with all the stories here. You all are so talented and I love you all. AHHHHHHH I’m so sorry I forgot the relationship. Either the reader is a sister, or a good friend(TBH whatever you feel is right). This is in regards to the song “Believe” by Hollywood Undead. I’m sorry
Leaning on the door frame to your room, Dean had his arms crossed over his chest. You looked so peaceful, so innocent. Then there was him. This life had eaten away at any goodness that had ever been inside of him. His jaw tightened as he fought back the tears.
Dean never had a real home, Sam never had a real home, but you? You had. You’d have a loving mother, an awesome step-father, and an older sister. Then they were ripped from you. Word got around that Sam and Dean Winchester had a little sister. Half sister, really, but technicalities didn’t matter to demons, to vampires, or anything else the boys had hunted down over the years.
Here you were, two years later. You were nearing those harder years of growing up- your teenage years. Years when a home, friends, and normalcy was most important. “Dean?” Came the voice of Jody, rough with the remnants of sleep.
Hi guys! So, after my meta of this last episode, I got an anonymous ask about my take on Cas’ I love you, and I since I saw that some other people like @mijrake and @tinkdw had replied to my post and were wondering about this as well, I decided to look into it to see if my hunch was right.
As a recap, the question was -
That I love you - was it for Dean? Or was it a plural?
- and my initial assumption was, yeah, definitely a plural, and not for Dean (or not in any overly romantic sense, anyway).
First, I have to say - I understand why other people’s interpretations will differ from mine, and I agree that the camera work on this show is completely Destiel-friendly, but what I also think is that camera work is not what defines what’s going for most people - actions and words is how the audience understands a story, because that’s the instinctive, ‘natural’ way to make sense of real life as well. The vast majority of viewers (and I’m including myself here, because I only know the very basics of how movies are made) won’t know anything about silent storytelling, subtext, camera angles, framed ships on the walls and beer labels. Plus, they’re watching this show like they’re watching dozens of other shows - simply because it’s fun, or because it’s on, or because yeah, I’ve missed a couple of seasons but holy shit, this looks good so let’s give it another chance. They’re not going to read meta online and watch gifs in slow-motion until they can’t function and turn and toss in their beds wondering what Cas really meant, which is why subtextual-only building of gay relationships is dishonest and queerbaiting if it doesn’t follow through. This is, after all, the main reason why most people aren’t even aware that Destiel is a thing - because most of it is still in the subtext.
And coming to the language thing - I’m an interpreter and a translator, so I face this kind of situations every day. In interpreting, everything is generally way too fast to make informed decisions and educated guesses, so you simply do your best, but when translating I often agonize over what to say, especially when working on UK texts, because I know how understated people there can be, so I’ve normally got this text saying one thing but I know, I’m sure of it, that it actually means something else, and what the hell do I do with this now and just kill me.
In this case - I’m sorry guys - from what I’ve seen most people don’t agree with me, but I’m not changing my mind. I would never translate Cas’ I love you as a singular. Never ever. It would be dishonest of me, and definitely an overinterpretation. A casual viewer wouldn’t even notice the camera pan to Dean, or would assume it’s normal in a platonic way - Dean’s the one Cas has the profound bond with, after all - he saved Dean from Hell, rebelled against Heaven because Dean asked him to, and is generally learning how to think and feel for himself from Dean. Most of the time when Cas is speaking we get a reaction shot from Dean, not Sam, but reaction shots in themselves are not enough to assume two characters are in love with each other and want to bang right, left and centre. And, well, I’m not a fansubber, but I like follow the work of the Italian fansubbing community and 99% of the time they do an outstanding job, so I’ve gone tinkering around on their websites and this is what they did -
Conoscervi…è stata la cosa più bella, per me. E tutte le cose…che abbiamo condiviso…mi hanno cambiato. Siete la mia famiglia. Vi voglio bene. A tutti voi.
- and, to me, it makes perfect sense. The verb to love in Italian - amare - is profoundly connected with romantic or sexual love, and it’d be beyond weird to use it with a family member. Voler bene is the expression we use for that, and is how Cas’ I love you - I love all of you is translated as.
Compare and contrast with Metatron’s taunts - He’s in love with…humanity - which was translated as È innamorato…dell’umanità: that was the right choice, because ‘in love’ is the unambiguous expression for romantic love, just like innamorarsi di qualcuno in Italian. In fact, all the most famous instances of I love you directed to family members were inevitably translated with voler bene.
Va tutto bene. Perche’ sei mio fratello. E ti voglio bene comunque. [5x11, Sam]
Lucifero…Tu sei mio fratello e ti voglio bene. [5x12, Gabriel]
In Italian, amare can be used with family members and friends but not as a direct ti amo - only in a kind of I love my friends way. This is recognized by the fansubbers, who do use the word when the context is more general:
Deludo le persone che amo. Ho deluso papa’ e adesso credo di aver deluso anche te. [2x22, Dean]
E quando cederai alla fine, e credimi, cederai, Sam…e tutti quelli che conosci e ami…potrebbero essere morti da tempo. Tutti eccetto me. [10x22, Cas]
Translating Cas’ I love you as Ti amo would have been incorrect, out of context and dishonest, especially since Cas just said all three Winchesters are like family to him.
So, look - what annoys me about stuff like that is that what we’re doing right now is the inevitable result. The whole point of inserting ambiguous scenes is to keep everybody happy and get people talking about what happened so we won’t lose interest in the show. Some people right now are elated because my God, Cas told Dean he loved him, while other people feel tricked and let down by the fact the scene wasn’t clear enough, and the thing is - there is no right or wrong answer because that’s how the scene was written in the first place - ambiguously. The words mean one thing, but the way they’re framed into the conversation means another. They could be directed at Dean, but Cas looks away from him, but we still get Dean’s reaction shot. And so on, and so forth. One could easily write a novel about how this scene was written, played and shot, and I’ve got no doubt we will do that, just as we wrote novels about all those other moments who meant everything and nothing, all at once.
Just for fun: here’s the work of the other fansubbers in romance languages.
French: Vous connaître…Ce fut la meilleure partie de ma vie. Les choses qu'on a partagées m'ont transformé. Vous êtes ma famille. Je vous aime. Je vous aime tous. [PLURAL]
Portuguese: Conhecer vocês…foi a melhor parte da minha vida. E as coisas que…as coisas que fizemos juntos, elas me mudaram. Vocês são minha família. Eu amo vocês. Amo todos vocês. [PLURAL]
Spanish: Conoceros…ha sido lo mejor de mi vida. Y las cosas…Las cosas que hemos compartido juntos, me han cambiado. Sois mi familia. Os quiero. Os quiero a todos. [PLURAL]
So, please - there were a lot of significant things going on in this episode, and as a determined and obsessive and combative Cas girl, I was blown away by Cas acknowledging and accepting his place at the Winchesters’ side and formulating those human feelings that have been flickering on and off in his chest from the start, but personally, I’m also not going to kid myself here. This did not make Destiel canon: like many other choices they’ve made other the years, it made Destiel easier, believable, within reach and a natural conclusion to this story they’re telling - but for the moment, that relationship is still subtextual and it’s up to them to bloody get it out of the subtext, not up to us to drag it out - and that’s simply how the rules work.
Summary: Castiel is finally done with angel duties and able to reunite with the girl he loved and lost. Inspired by the song “Pieces” by Red. Lyrics in italics. https://youtu.be/e7jA0r8hulo
Warnings: Extremely cheesy fluff; you’ve been warned.
A/N: Unofficial sequel to “Only You,” but can be read on its own. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you’d like to be added to me master tag list send me an ask or DM.
Castiel paced up and down the bright white hallway; pausing briefly to look at the door labeled with your name and the years you were alive.
How could he face you after all this time? What if you were still hurt and angry? What if you hated him? He couldn’t bear the thought that you might still harbor all those negative feelings toward him.
Kinda wonder whether what Mary wants is hunting or family, because don’t get me wrong I’m all for both, both is good, and it can work for Sam and Dean and hopefully Cas but I don’t think it’s what Mary actually wants.. I mean, I’ve been buying the ‘kill all the monsters to give sons a normal life’ thing but now I think.. if she really wanted family, she wouldn’t have had the urge to hunt when Dean was a kid and all? Maybe she’s really kidding herself? Or is this also still the messed up cupid/resurrection thing affecting her?
I also wonder if John would’ve been able to/wanted to stop after Azazel’s death if he’d still been alive back then..
What I’d also like them do with this character story is the boys not ‘because mom’-ing everything about her, because that way they can never develop an honest relationship with her. I’d like them to temporarily(!) break with her so she can earn her place in the family by herself and not based on expectations.
A/N: This is very
slightly based on the song “Lullaby” by Nickelback. I’ve been feeling
especially down lately, hence the somewhat rare angsty (ish) story from me. This really helped me release some negativity. Hurray for productivity! Anyways, here you go.
The sound of wings filled the bunker library. Dean shot up
out of his seat, relieved that he had finally patched through to Cas. He had
been trying to reach you for almost two days with no luck, which was very out
of character for you. You were usually right in the middle of whatever case
they were working on, cracking jokes and livening up the room. But, lately, you
barely left your bedroom, locking the brothers out and making absolutely no
“Dude, she won’t pick up her phone. I’ve called her so much,
I filled up her voicemail. She won’t open the door when either of us knock. I
dunno, Cas. Something’s up.” Dean’s voice was wrought with concern. You were
the little sister he never had and he would do anything to make sure you were
okay. “I even tried breaking down the door, but it’s reinforced. She just won’t
Summary: After living at the bunker, you become closer to both Castiel and Dean.
Warnings: Fluff, smut (unprotected sex, minor dirty talk) language, some canon-level violence
A/N: Master tag list is at the end, let me know if you’d like to be added.
You had been living at the bunker now for about six months and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. You had your own space for once. But you weren’t lonely because you had Sam, Dean, and Castiel to keep you company when you wanted it.