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The Romance Arc (Destiel)

So, I know we always say it, but the other day I was finally fed up enough - or weird enough - to decide I’d make a list. And, guys, this is going to be a long-ass post, so if you haven’t got time, here is the tl;dr version: if we look at the love tropes most commonly used to build an onscreen relationship, Dean and Cas score an eye-watering 61/91 - that’s a 67% total.

Now, to put that in perspective - in order to build a romance arc, you’ve got five obligatory stages (meeting each other, falling in love, becoming a couple, a period of conflict, a resolution) and each of these stages will include at least one common trope, more or less hidden according to the kind of media and the author’s intent and sophistication. tvtropes lists a total of 91 tropes, but no love story will ever use them all. That would be ridiculous - either a parody or complete insanity. Think of a story where our lovers were destined to be together and also promised to each other as children and also the reincarnation of past lovers; where they meet by spilling coffee on each other and then she goes on to lose her handkerchief and he picks it up and runs after her to give it back but - whoa - now she’s been attacked by pirates and the hero wants to save her but his king is ordering him not to and oh no, what will he do? That sounds like overkill, right? And it totally is: a story with too many tropes is a ridiculous, unrealistic, unwatchable mess. To give you a better idea of what I mean, if look at those 91 tropes tvtropes lists as possible steps to build a romance arc, Dirty Dancing, one of the most romantic movies ever made, only scores 19 points; 10 Things I Hate about You, another big favourite of mine and an absolute ALL the love, ALL the feels story, scores 16 points. And Jane the Virgin, an actual soap-opera parody on the CW complete with sudden rain and snow to highlight special kisses, scores even lower: 13 points.

Meanwhile, normal friendships between men like Sam and Frodo’s in the Lord of the Rings trilogy or Ted and Marshall’s in How I Met Your Mother score a grand total of zero points - so, yes, it’s perfectly possible to write a non-romantic male friendship even when that friendship is a dramatic I’ll walk with you to the very edge of the Earth and then carry you up the slopes of a dangerous volcano and finally die with you sort of thing. Because, funnily enough, you can be friends with somebody and be ready to die for them without actually having a sexual interest in them. 

(Johnlock scores 29 points.)

(Wincest, 4.)

Something you could be wondering at this point is, why tropes though? Why are tropes a thing, and why does it matter how many tropes Supernatural chooses to use between Dean and Cas? And, look, I’m sure someone else could say it better, but essentially tropes are the bones of a story. Every single story you see out there, from the Odyssey to Torchwood/Gossip Girl crossovers to coffeshop AUs is built out of the same building blocks. There are, like, seven possible plots and about two dozen kinds of characters and maybe two hundred common tropes - and that’s it. Try tagging any classic novel with AO3 tags and you’ll see what I mean. 

[This story is Jules Verne’s fanfiction of an Edgar Allan Poe novel, and, yeah.]

Now, since it’s only possible to build a story in a limited number of ways, the problem all authors face is to find an original way to make it work. Some will use tropes religiously, either because they can’t think of anything different or because they hope a tried-and-tested formula will appeal to readers (see every romance novel under the sun; also most thrillers). Others will make fun of tradition by throwing the tropes back in your face (one of my favourite takes of this is Diana Wynne Jones’ Howl’s Moving Castle). And others will manage to bullshit you so thoroughly and completely you won’t notice the tropes are there until it’s too late - those are the stories where you’re truly surprised and shocked by events and you sit up in bed like a fool gasping out loud and you only stop reading because you need to tell someone asap, You won’t believe what just happened. A good example of this is the ending of the first season of Game of Thrones - we were all so convinced Ned Stark was the hero, filming people who hadn’t read the books as they watched him die became something of a hobby; and many became convinced George RR Martin was this all-powerful deity without any rules (not true: he’s a good writer, however, and he managed to convince most of us Ned was the hero when in reality he was the ‘Dumbledore’ figure - and therefore his death makes perfect sense).

And if we’re talking about Destiel - as I explained in the very first meta I wrote for this fandom (though at the time I hadn’t even realized I was part of a fandom, and didn’t know what a meta even was), I didn’t start to ‘ship’ Dean and Cas out of nefarious reasons, or tedium, or a desire to write smutty fanfiction. In fact, I still don’t consider myself a shipper in any way. I am not particularly interested in romance, and I never go out of my way to see who may be suited for whom. And I’m not saying there’s anything wrong in doing that - just that it’s something I don’t do. If I started to see Destiel and to write about it, it’s because to me (and, apparently, to a lot of other people), it was clear that there was something there; that that was how the story was built. And if I started to look at it more closely, it was simply because my expectations as a viewer were disappointed, and the relationship of trust between author and reader was - for me - crumbling into nothingness. 

And, look, I won’t lie: I was angry and upset by the implications - that there was something wrong with me - that I was trying to force a sexual relationship on two friends just because. That, as a woman, I couldn’t enjoy a story without making it all about the romance. No, I am a huge book nerd, and I like writing stories, and I mostly analyse stuff for a living and I also sort of have eyes? - so, to me, it was clear I was being lied to, and at that moment, I was left in an uncomfortably ambiguous position which will sound familiar to many of you - I was furious at the show, but at the same time I was still in love with the characters (so very much in love). This was a frustrating feeling which presented me with two equally unappealing options - to keep watching and not expect anything, or to walk away. In the end, I tried a third way, which I suspect many of you have chosen as well: I was too invested in these characters to abandon them, but I also wanted this story to be an honest story, so I started complementing it with ‘viewing supports’. I started to read (and write) fanfiction. I looked for fanvideos, fanart and gifs. And, most of all, I fell into the habit of reading (and writing) metas after every episode to make sure what I was seeing was actually there. Because, well, for me - that’s why I write metas about Supernatural when I don’t write metas of other shows I enjoy much more: because most of the time Supernatural is more focused on not telling a story than it is in telling one, which means what we are left with what is a half story where our characters have their own secret life offscreen and many lines of dialogue could mean anything. Ironically enough, Supernatural has become like its hero and POV character, Dean Winchester: a con and a liar and a charmer who tries to be liked by everyone. 

(And let’s not forget the swings both ways thing).

As for the other question - are we crazy? - I’m hoping this post will help clearing things up: no, we are not crazy. The reason we see a romance unfolding is because the relationship between Dean and Cas is written to fit a romance arc - and does fit a romance arc by 67%.

[Longer analysis under the cut.]

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anonymous asked:

I wish you'd write a fic where Dean finds Castiel's diary from the time he was human (and it's heart wrenching) ❤️

Anon, you just love angst don’t you. (this is set in an ambiguous time around s9-ish)


It’s not something Dean means to find. 

He knows that, because it’s shoved underneath the passenger seat of Cas’s old car with various bottles of water and crumpled up trash sprawled over it. 

Dean just wanted to clean out Cas’s Continental; a way to get Cas feeling a bit better about the world, about the fact that he is walking around with stolen grace and after having been through a shitty bender of being human. Dean thinks that he can help from ridding Cas of a little clutter. 

So, even though he doesn’t mean to find it, he bumps against it as he is sticking his hand under the seat, fishing for garbage to dispose of. 

It’s a journal; with worn leather and a string wrapped around it to keep it closed. Dean picks it up, and opens to the first page. 

He abandoned me, says the first line. In Cas’s rough cursive handwriting.

Yeah, Dean was definitely not meant to find this. 

He shoves it into his jacket pocket, dutifully finishing his task of cleaning the truck. Resolutely ignoring the fact that something very important and very personal is sitting heavy against his chest.

Dean ignores reading it as long as he can; tries to convince himself that he’ll just leave it where he found it, or give it to Cas and advise him to find a better place to hide his personal belongings. 

Cas is such a private person–well, a private angel. Half the time Dean isn’t fully convinced that Cas is telling the whole story of what is going through his head. If he could just have a little insight. A little clarity into what Cas really was experiencing; why he seemed convinced to be Atlas and always have the world on his shoulders.

In his bedroom, after staring at the worn leather for a good half an hour, Dean cracks open the worn pages. 

He abandoned me. 

Dean takes a steady breath and reads on.

It all seemed like it would be okay. Of course, me turning human isn’t ideal - but I thought I could at least do research, maybe get trained in hunting if only a little. I thought I could still be service to the fight. Be of service to Dean. 

But he abandoned me.  

Dean presses his face into his palms. He should not be reading this. He should not. If this is about him, he has no right. 

After an inner crisis that lasts for five more minutes, Dean reads on.

For the longest time, I have served God. It was my purpose. Somehow, Dean became my purpose, but I don’t mind it. I’m always happy to serve Dean, and Sam. But now that I’m on my own, without anyone to serve but myself, I am at such a loss. I help Nora with various tasks around the gas station; but it’s not the same. I don’t feel like I’m serving a purpose that matters. God mattered, once. Dean still certainly matters. And yet I can’t serve either. 

Dean skims ahead, turning a few pages into the journal. He reads an entry that is dated the day after Dean came to visit Cas.

Sometimes we can’t help the things that happen to us. Sometimes horrible things happen, beyond our control. I know why Dean kicked me out of the bunker; it was a way to save Sam. I don’t know why, but it was. I know that Dean acted callous and abrupt because he is afraid of showing vulnerable emotion; and I know that it’s difficult for him to let people down. 

Despite the situations Dean and I find ourselves in, where one of us is forced to hurt the other or make it difficult for each other in some way, my feelings never change.

He abandoned me. I was rejected by God, by all of Heaven, and then him. But unlike God, and unlike the angels I used to serve, I still love him.

Father help me, why do I still love him.

Dean drops the journal like it’s a hot poker. He stumbles to his feet and paces his room, running his fingers through his hair. This was the worst invasion of someone’s privacy - of Cas’s privacy - and he did it without more than a few minute’s hesitation. 

Now he can’t erase the words searing his brain: I still love him.

Dean huffs a humorless laugh and sits at the edge of the bed, head in his hands. But Cas wrote this years ago - it can’t still be true. After all the shit Dean has dealt to him, after all the things Cas has gone through, he must realize now how untrue that love is. How undeserving Dean is of that love in the first place.

Snatching the journal from the bed, Dean stomps into the bunker’s library. Cas is hunched over a thick book, hands tangled in his messy dark hair, his trench coat crumpled. He raises surprised blue eyes in Dean’s direction. There are dark circles under them, like bruises. 

“Dean,” he says with surprise. 

How could Dean not see it? How stupid could he be? “Cas,” Dean says, his voice not much more than a croak.

Cas frowns, eyes flickering to Dean’s hands. His face pales. “Oh.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asks hoarsely.

“You -” Cas’s voice catches. He straightens his back and shuts the book in front of him calmly. “You abandoned me. I got the message.”

“Fuck.” Dean stumbles toward Cas’s chair, crouching before Cas. “I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t want you to know,” Cas says, eyes steadily looking forward, away from Dean.

“I needed to know - “

“No!” Cas glares into Dean’s eyes, expression stormy. “You never needed to be burdened with that. With me.”

“Cas, you idiot.” Dean clutches at Cas’s coat, like it’s a lifeline. “If you told me - if you had so much as indicated - “ He takes a shaky breath. “I love you too. Despite our shitty circumstances, despite the fucked-up situations we find ourselves in that make us hurt each other - I love you too.”

Cas slowly blinks at Dean, processing his words. He frames Dean’s face with his hands, and leans forward to press his forehead against Dean’s. “You abandoned me,” he whispers. 

“I never will again,” is all Dean can manage breathlessly as he catches Castiel’s lips with his own to melt into an endless, lovely kiss. 

send me a “I wish you’d right a fic where…”

longkissgoodnightbatmanandtwofac  asked:

I have a prompt for you: Dean is in college and plans to move into a house with his "roommate" Cas. But his family wants to check out the place first. All seems to going well until Dean tells them he wants to rent out 4 of 5 bedrooms and his little brother Adam asks "Where do you sleep?" It's okay if you don't want to do it but just let me know either way.

Sooooo….i was out all day, but I just finished it - at 1539 words…there’s some angst but happy ending :D Hope you like it!

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College was great.

Dean never thought College was for him, but here he was. Not only was he doing well in his classes, but he had made some of the best friends in his life ever. Honestly, he had no idea what he would have done if he’d never met Benny or Charlie….

Or Castiel. Dean smiled just thinking about them.

Of course, College was great, but the dorms were hell. So now that they were in their third year and were now ‘qualified’ to live in off campus housing (seriously, how was that a thing? How did they justify forcing everyone into dorm housing when some of the students lived in town, or were 40 year old’s with kids of their own? The answer was, they didn’t. So why did everyone else fall into that criteria? What the hell was up with that?) Dean was jumping at the chance to move in with Cas.

Cas, of course, had it all planned out. The house was big enough that it had multiple rooms of decent size, and several general areas that could be used by a small handful of people for study sessions and movie or game nights. And since it would be their place, they could set the rules.

And they could rent out the extra rooms for cash to help afford the place and it would wind up being cheaper than dorm housing for everyone else in the long run.

Win/win.

Armed with a plan, Dean went home for the summer and started packing. Because damned if he was gonna be faced with all that extra room and privacy and not take advantage of it.

Dad and Kate seemed to agree with the plan too – because anything that saved money in the long run was a good idea. But it turned out they didn’t want to sign off on it completely till they had a chance to check it out themselves.  

With a roll of his eyes, Dean made arrangements and the five of them headed up early with his stuff spread out in two cars. Castiel was already there and waiting when they arrived and Dean leaped out of the car, running up the sidewalk and pulling the other man into a long hug.

“Missed ya, Cas,” Dean smiled as he let go.

“I couldn’t tell,” Castiel grinned back, before letting out a soft, “so did I.” That nobody else heard. Unpacking was put on hold as Castiel told Dean to go right ahead and give a tour while he made sure lunch was ready.

Dean’s Dad and his stepmother. as well as his two brothers, eagerly crowded around Dean. Sam and Adam with an eye toward excitement while John and Kate looked at the house with the more critical eye of an experienced home owner.

“So we’re standing in the living room, that’s the kitchen, there’s a bathroom over there and access to the basement here,” Dean started leading them through each room as he named them, or pointing at the doors leading to other areas. “The downstairs bedroom here at the back,” Dean pushed at the already open door, Castiel’s bags and boxes already in evidence before leading back down the hall to the stairway to the second floor. “And we have four more bedrooms up here.”

“This place is…rather spacious,” Kate noted as she peered into each one. “Why do you need so many rooms?”

“Oh, well, Cas and I plan to rent all the upstairs rooms to our friends. They’re just as sick of the dorm life as we are.”

Kate raised an eyebrow and exchanged a look with John, but Dean missed it as Sam spoke up, “Are there any other rooms?”

“No, why do you ask?”

Adam blinked and turned away from peering into one of the echoingly empty rooms to look at Dean with confusion. “But where are you gonna sleep?”

“I already showed you,” Dean noted with a defensive tone to his voice. Shit, he’d slipped up. He knew this had been going too well.

“Son, the only other bedroom you showed us was already occupied.” John said slowly.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded, watching his father warily.

“Is that where you’re sleeping, sweetheart?” Kate asked with wide eyes, “In that….that room that your friend…” she trailed off. Dean stared at his family with a sinking stomach and swallowed hard. He’d never actually come out to them as bi. He wanted to. God, he’d wanted to for a while now, but he was never quite certain how they’d take it.

“Y-yeah,” Dean took a deep breath. Might as well just rip it all off like a band-aid. “Me and Cas are a thing. I mean, we’re together. Been dating since last year. And he’s sweet and he’s awesome and he’s smart and he makes me a better person and if you have a problem with that – “

Dean’s voice rose in pitch with almost every word, the words tumbling out of his mouth with no filter, out of control, as if now that he’d opened the floodgates, everything was determined to be out there.

“Son, stop – “

Dean’s breathing grew ragged and his eyes grew blurry, “- and if you have a problem…then…then…”

“Dean?” Cas’s welcome voice came from behind Dean and a hand gripped his shoulder. “Dean, are you all right?” With a shudder, Dean turned and allowed himself to be wrapped in Cas’s arms, trying to get himself under control, to stop the flood of tears that had started.

Cas held him tight and glared over Dean’s shoulder at the wide eyed and stunned faces of his family, “What did you say to him?”

“I…nothing!” John protested, taken aback by the vehemence in Cas’s tone. Cas tucked Dean’s head into his neck and threaded his fingers into Dean’s spikey hair soothingly, while the other wrapped more firmly around Dean’s lower back. Cas sighed.

“I came up here to tell you that lunch was ready. You all must be hungry after a long drive so, why don’t you go down and eat and I’ll talk to Dean, see if we can get this sorted out.”

“But – “ John started to protest again, confusion and concern evident on his face. Kate touched his arm and murmured to him and he deflated, nodding. She waved Sam and Adam down the stairs and followed after with a last, considering look at Cas and Dean.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Cas kissed the side of Dean’s head and leaned their heads together, fingers still threading through the spikes. “Dean, what happened? What’s wrong? Can you tell me, love?”

“I…I…” Dean shuddered against Cas and clutched at him, “I’m sorry, I’m just…I’m overreacting. I…may have accidentally came out and then I…word vomited, you know how I get and then, well, they didn’t say anything and I panicked and…” Castiel felt the dampness on his shirt as Deans’ tears continued to flow, “Fuck, what if…what if they can’t accept that I’m bi? Cas, what am I gonna do? They’re my family. I love ‘em, man. But I love you too,” he whispered.

“Sshhh, Dean,” Cas soothed, “I think you just took them by surprise, okay sweetheart? When you calm down, and you’re ready, we can go check on them, together. I promise. Whatever happens, I’ll be there. Remember that, okay? I love you too, Dean.”

“We love you too, Dean, and if Cas is important to you, then he’s important to us too,” Kate’s voice took them both by surprise. It took all of Cas’s self-control not to jump at the sudden presence of Dean’s parents, John chiming in after Kate,

“I’m sorry, Dean. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you couldn’t talk to us, son. Cas is right – you just took us by surprise. If I were honest with myself, I can’t say I haven’t been expecting something like this for a few years now. It honestly doesn’t matter to me, to us. Just as long as you’re happy and safe.”

Dean sniffled and raised his head to peer over Cas’s shoulder, to find his whole family (Adam and Sam were trying to poke out from behind their parents and were nodding vigorously) crowded in at the top of the stairs where they’d obviously hidden to listen in. Normally, he’d be upset at such blatant eavesdropping and invasion of privacy, but now he’d take it.

He lurched a little and Cas let go, trailing a hand over Dean’s back in support as his boyfriend took a hesitating step towards his family. Kate didn’t hesitate for an instant and wrapped him up in a hug nearly as snug as Cas’s had been.

Soon, Dean was enveloped in the arms of all his family, a welcome, though a bit awkward, group hug. He laughed wetly, wiping at his eyes, as he realized they didn’t care. They accepted this part of him as well.

The icing on his cake, of course, was when Kate gestured at Cas and included him too, none of his family hesitating to draw him right into the thick of things beside Dean, and a weight that Dean hadn’t even fully realized he’d been carrying finally eased away.

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Pairing: CastielXReader

Word Count: 1616

A/N: One shot set during the season 11 finale 11X23 (this is your spoiler warning).


“Here we go,” you tried to sound chipper as you placed the steaming cup of tea in front of Chuck, “Darjeeling, two sugars.”

Chuck smiled back weakly and nodded in thanks.

“I do believe Rowena is making scones now. She’s just full of pleasant surprises when she’s not trying to kill you,” you cringed as the words fell from your mouth - scolding yourself for not thinking before you spoke as you settled in the chair beside him. You fidgeted awkwardly in an attempt to ward off the discomfort of the situation of God actively dying and taking creation along with him. Glancing sideways, you watched Chuck sip his tea, tapping your finger disinterestedly on your own cup. As often happened, your thoughts shifted to Castiel. You’d barely had time to say hello since Lucifer was expelled and Cas became the sole proprietor of his body again. You wondered if he would be able to rally the angels behind the soul bomb idea. You didn’t trust the other angels, and even though he compulsively wanted to, you knew Cas didn’t either. Mostly you wished he was back in the bunker.

“You know Y/N, you should just tell him that you love him,” Chuck stated nonchalantly, as if he were simply remarking on the weather.

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Sometimes I think about Castiel being conflicted about having romantic feelings for both of the Winchesters.

Castiel getting sweaty palms and butterflies when he’s studying lore with Sam and being in awe of how brilliant the younger Winchester is and/or watching some kind of documentary with him about space and feeling his cheeks grow hot when Sam casually stretches out and rests his head on his shoulder.

Or Cas sitting out in the garage with Dean while he works on the Impala, passing him the tools he needs while listening to Dean singing out of key to whatever classic rock song he’s got playing on the radio. And if he has to excuse himself because the sight of Dean all sweaty and breathless gets him hard well…that’s his business.

But the Winchesters aren’t conflicted at all.

Besides, Castiel’s always been their angel and it all comes to a head one morning when Cas sleepily makes his way to the kitchen, lured out of his blanket nest by the smell of hot coffee and both Winchester brothers greet him with a kiss to each of his cheeks before settling at the table and waiting for him to process what just happened.

When he realizes that he doesn’t have to choose, that he can have this with them, he just kinda stands there with this dopey grin on his face.

“We love you, too, Cas, but your breakfast is getting cold,” Sam grins.
Castiel nods and takes his rightful place between both of the Winchesters.

Petition to have Dean wear...

…the “dead guy”-robe for an entire episode, which also happens to feature a scene in which we see Dean dancing through the bunker like Tom Cruise in “Risky Business” to “Old Time Rock and Roll”. After all, as we know since 11x04 “Baby” “everything is a Bob Seger song” to him. ;)

anonymous asked:

Hey, I was wondering if you could do destiel 11 (things you said when you were drunk) btw, you are sooooo amazing, i'm in love with your blog!!

Aww! Thank you anon! I’m in love with your compliment (and therefore I love you too) ;) Sorry it took a while to get this to you, but I hope you enjoy it!


Cas took a long pull from his beer bottle as he scanned the room. He’d been at the bar for longer than he’d have liked, had more alcohol in him than was prudent and he wasn’t any closer to figuring out what the hell he was supposed to say to Dean. The way they’d left things last September had nearly broken both of them, and here he was back in Lawrence for the summer trying to think of something better than “Hello Dean” to open with.

Cas let out a loud sigh and checked his phone again, 9:03pm flashed up at him. He’d been at the booth for over an hour and a half and he damn well should have texted Dean to meet him by now but his heart jumped into his throat just thinking about it.

How were they supposed to pretend that nothing had changed? When Cas had been away at school it’d been easy to throw himself into studying and new friends. It’d been easy to forget all about the way Dean had looked at him the night before he’d left for California. The way Dean’s eyes had gone all soft and warm as he’d leaned in and pressed their lips together in kiss that had left them both breathless and wanting.

Dean’s hands had fisted in his hair and tugged him closer. He’d run his hands over Dean’s shoulders and back because he was finally, finally, allowed to touch and it was exactly as hot and messy and perfect as he’d imagined it would be if they kissed.

They’d spent the whole night kissing and touching, and saying everything with their bodies that they couldn’t with their words, and it had been tinged with an air of desperation because come morning Cas would be on a plane headed eighteen hundred miles away but it had still been so good.

And fuck, just the memory of it was enough to give Cas goosebumps. So how was he supposed to sit here and pretend like nothing had happened between them?

They hadn’t talked about it after Cas left that morning, with one last lingering kiss. He’d wanted to, God, had he ever wanted to, but he couldn’t make himself say the words, not when either way he was leaving and Dean was staying. And what would he have said? Wait for me? That sounded childish and idealistic, and it wouldn’t have been fair to Dean.

Dean, who’d always had a voracious sexual appetite, even if his conquests never made it past the week mark. Dean, who thrived on one night stands and the rush of the chase. Dean, who deserved to be happy and not left missing him for months on end.

He motioned to the waitress for another beer, and as soon as it was in front of him, he gulped it down. He’d blown past buzzed three or four drinks ago and his body was thrumming pleasantly, his legs and arms felt heavy but in a nice sort of way, and his thoughts were starting to become much less anxious.

“Cas?”

Cas’s head snapped up at the voice he knew nearly as well as his own, and his eyes locked onto Dean’s wide green ones. And Jesus, had Dean always had that many freckles on his face? Because they were fucking adorable. And oh yeah, he should say something instead of just staring like an idiot.

“Hello, Dean.” He managed, and great, so much for a better opener.

“Thought you were gonna text when you got here?” Dean asked, uncertainty painting his face as he slid into the booth opposite Cas.

“Was gonna.” Cas agreed, slurring his words a bit.

“So why didn’t ya?” Dean questioned, and Cas didn’t miss the hurt that flashed across his face.

And suddenly Cas was really, really, goddamn sorry, because Dean was supposed to the confident, cock-sure one of them, and he was looking anything but right then and Cas had done that. Shit.

“Was nervous. ‘M sorry. I shoulda, I just didn’t know how to.” Cas confessed, trying to tell Dean with his eyes what his words weren’t getting across.

“Look, Cas. We don’t, uh, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want. If you’re not, uh, interested in me that way anymore, that’s fine. I mean it’s not. But I’d get over it. Probably. I know neither of us brought it up this year, but I had a lot of time to think about what I want. And I want you. But we’ve been best friends for most of our lives though, man, and I really don’t wanna fuck that up. So if you don’t want the same thing, then I’ll deal.” Dean admitted.

“Dean, of course I want you. Tha’s not the problem. You’re fuckin’ perfect.” Cas slurred, heart sinking right down to his toes. “Problem’s that ‘m only here for two months ‘n then I gotta go back ‘n I can’t ask you to just keep waiting for me all the damn time. You shouldn’t hafta wait for me to come home. ‘S not fair.”

“Cas, shut up.” Dean ordered, and Cas shut his mouth, stunned. “You don’t get to decide what’s fair to me, for one. And for two, I’d wait every goddamn day of my life for you. I love you for fuck sake. I’m not saying it’s gonna be easy, or I won’t miss you like hell, but I’ve had almost a whole damn year of not having you at all, and I can damn well guarantee you that was worse. So we have all summer, and then we’ll alternate who visits who on holidays and we’ll fucking make it work because we want it to work.”

“I love you too.” Cas told him with a grin as warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with the beer and Dean almost laughed with relief, because really, that’s the thing Cas had picked out of his speech?

“Of course you do, you dork. I’m awesome.” Dean replied, confident façade back in place. “So let’s get out of here and you can sleep off the who knows how the hell many drinks you had.”

“’M gonna be so hungover.” Cas complained as he let Dean pull him to his feet and the world tilted precariously on its axis. “Feel like I drank a liquor store.”

Dean laughed and wrapped an arm around Cas’s waist to steady him, the warm weight of it settling into Cas like it belonged there, like it’d been missing all this time and he hadn’t even known it. And just like that, they were fitting together in all the ways that mattered, and Cas knew everything was going to work out. Because he was going to do everything he could to make it work out.

Colors: Part 8

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Pairing: Punk!Cas x Reader

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, tw: brief mention of suicide, angst

Words: 2173

Note: Little different formatting, sort of like timestamps ig. Let me know if you want more. 

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Overprotective

Request: Could u do a Gabriel x reader x Castiel. She is the baby, and they are protective of her but eventually realized she is grown up now? With some flashbacks to when she was a little baby growing up with them please?? Fluff! Haha

Characters: Gabriel x Reader x Castiel (Plutonic)

A/N: So this is 5long overdue and for that I apologize profusely. I would also like to apologize for its short length, for some reason I really struggled writing this but please let me know what you think!

Super special thanks to @icecream-and-winchesters​ for the ideas, though I did not use it (just couldn’t find a good place to put it) I really appreciate the help!!!

You sighed and sat against the tree, blocking out ever noise Castiel and Gabriel were making as the chastised you for…well…you weren’t exactly sure what for. It seemed to happen so often that you no longer listed to their long rants about you being “too young” or “irresponsible”.

“Are you even listening to us?” Cas yelled making you jump slightly, neither of them raised their voice often so it definitely caught your attention.

“Yes” You responded immediately with a faint squeak in your voice causing Gabriel to laugh.

You and Castiel both turned to glare at him. “Sorry she’s such a bad liar”

“I am not” You said defensively, the squeak appearing in your voice again causing you to grumble.

“Nevertheless” Castiel said still glaring at Gabriel “You shouldn’t have gone out by yourself. You are too young and too irresponsible to do so.”

You cut him off with a loud groan “Yes yes I know. I’ve heard it a thousand times”

“Well obviously you haven’t heard it enough because you’re still doing things like this”

“That’s because there is nothing wrong with going down to earth by myself” You exclaimed.

“It’s against about a hundred rules” Cas said “This time it’s not just about us wanting to keep you safe it’s about us wanting to keep you in heaven.”

“That’s the thing though” You yelled standing up slowly “’this time’ you said ‘this time’ because you two are constantly imposing your will upon me in order to ‘make sure I’m safe’. I’m not a little kid anymore, I don’t need a fucking babysitter” With that you turned on your heel and began walking in the opposite direction, ignoring their calls as you flew off to another part of heaven desperate to get away from them.

-

Flashback

You walked next to Dean as he told you about his childhood, his face lighting up as he talked about the fun times: fireworks, Legos, army men; purposely leaving out all of the bad ones.

“So what about you?” Dean asked, a small smile on his face.

“What about me?”

“What was your childhood like.”

“Nothing special” You shrugged.

“Come on you’re an angel!” Dean exclaimed with a small chuckle “You must’ve seen so much and done so much.”

“Nah, I’m actually no older than you” you explained “my childhood wasn’t that exciting.”

Dean stopped walking, a smile no longer on his face “That can’t be true, I had a horrible childhood and still managed to find some things that I liked, that made it special.”

You shrugged again “It’s not like I had a bad childhood, it just wasn’t anything special.”

Dean nodded “Well I’m going to change that” He smiled, taking another step towards you so that his face was no more than a foot away from you.

“Oh and how do you plan on doing that?”

Dean smirked, leaning slightly closer to you so that your faces were mere inches from each other “You’ll just have to wait and see”

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by another new voice “Hey Dean-o, Y/N”

Dean immediately jumped back from you and you groaned under your breath “Gabriel.”

“What are you doing out here Y/N” He asked, his voice kept firm and hard.

“We were going on a walk” You said.

“By yourself?”

“I had Dean here to protect me”

“Well that’s not exactly a comfort” he grumbled causing you to roll your eyes.

You opened your mouth to reply but stopped as another set of fluttering wings made their presence known and an all too familiar voice sounded “Dean have you seen Y/N?”

“Guys” You groaned.

“I think I should go” Dean approached you from behind whispering into your ear.

“I think that would be wise” Cas said.

You rolled your eyes and spun around so you faced Dean, ready to give him a quick goodbye kiss but was prevented from doing so by your brothers flying you away from the situation

-

The mere memory made your skin crawl and your face heat up with anger as you flew around aimlessly. They were always so damn protective! Father forbid you do something fun or remotely dangerous! And to think that was just when you interacted with anyone from the opposite gender who wasn’t an angel, it got so much worse when you went hunting.

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Flashback

You spun your angel blade absentmindedly on the table as Sam outlined some plan for a hunt before Cas snatched it from your hands, no doubt worried that you would scratch yourself.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms leaning back in your chair, even though you were younger here your reaction to their overprotectiveness remained the same.

Sam continued to drone on about the hunt as you practiced what Gabe called ‘selective hearing’ something he swore you only used when he and Cas were talking, which, by the way, was not true; you used it when Sam and Dean were talking too.

Everyone around the table abruptly stood up so you followed suit, walking towards the impala only to stop as you felt a hand on your arm.  “Where do you think you’re going” You rolled your eyes as Castiel used his deep voice, one that only really came out when he was trying to intimidate others.

“To the impala” You played up your naiveness just to annoy them.

“No you’re not” Gabriel answered as you swallowed your groan.

“No but you see I am” You did your best to keep your voice light and cheery “You see here I am walking” You made the motion of walking “and the impala’s that way”

“It’s too dangerous you’re not going” Castiel answered frankly.

“But you guys need me” You pleaded.

“We need you alive” Gabe said as he snapped his fingers making a table of sweets appear. “So you will stay here until we get back”

“And if we find you left the bunker for so much as a minute-“

“Yeah yeah” You cut Cas off “I doubt this is a threat I haven’t heard before”

The two glared at you before walking towards the impala.

“The faster you two leave the faster I can call Lucifer over for tea” You yelled after them before crashing down into your chair with a huff.

-

You rolled your eyes at the memory and relished the time you had no spent flying. This has been the most time you’d spent by yourself in a long time. Your mind, however, didn’t let that feeling linger long as it flooded you with memories of your brothers, both the good and the bad, until you forced yourself to land in the middle of a forest somewhere.

The moment you landed Castiel and Gabriel were there, their mouths open and ready to argue. You, however, stopped them with a shout “WOULD YOU TWO JUST SHUT UP!”

They both looked taken aback by your outburst. Their jaws clamping shut as your breathing began to get heavier and you struggled to contain your rage “I am so sick of you two constantly being by my side, constantly ‘protecting’ me, constantly doing what you think is ‘best’ for me. For once in my life I want to make my own choice and be left alone.” You threw yourself onto the ground and crossed your arms much like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

The two shared a look before slowly lowering themselves to the ground, neither of them saying a word.

“Would you two just leave me alone. What are you staying to protect me from myself?!?”

The two shared another look before Gabriel spoke “Look I know we can be a bit protective.”

“You think?” You muttered under your breath just loud enough for them to hear.

“But we do it because we love you” He continued glaring at you slightly “I guess we still see you as the little angel we taught to fly”

“But I’m not a little girl anymore!” You objected.

“I know” He said quickly “We’ve known ever since you saved our asses on that demon case a few months ago.”

“Then why are you still treating me like a child”

At this Gabe fell silent giving Cas a chance to speak “Old habits die hard is the earth saying a believe”

You simply glared at them with your arms crossed waiting for someone to continue.

“We thought we were doing what was best for you and never considered what you wanted” Cas said with a sigh “I see that now, we will leave you alone.”

Reluctantly the two stood up and were about to leave before you stopped them.

“Wait” You sighed “I don’t want you to leave me alone, not completely that is. It’s-it’s just that you guys are always around and sometimes it just feels like I can’t breathe.”

“You know we didn’t mean to it’s just…you’re our baby sister and we want to make sure that you’re safe and happy, often sacrificing the latter for the former.”

“I know I just” You sighed as you struggled for words “I’m sorry I stormed off like that. I love you guys.”

“We love you too” Cas answered immediately with a smile “And that is why we will leave you alone.”

“Maybe we can start the whole independence thing later?” You said with a soft smile causing the two to grin.

“Of course” Gabe answered as he sat next to you and Cas on your other side.

Supernatural JIBCON7 Misha Collins

AMisha answering a fan’s question regarding Castiel’s emotional health:  Cas needs some time away from dealing with things like the darkness and the apocalypse and stuff like that because its extremely stressful, yeah the apocalypse causes a lot of anxiety. i think Cas needs for his emotional healing to take place what he isn’t going to get a vacation. They don’t do a lot of vacations on supernatural have you noticed that. why is that (sic) we should do a whole vacation season. what if season 12 is like its all shot in Hawaii and the Bahamas (sic) that would be great while giving him a massage maybe…

*imitating Sam* you are important, we love you, you are important Cas…more oil…is that too much pressure is it okay…*imitating Castiel* it’s fine, Sam just.. And then everybody would be like You are queer baiting the fans. No no, it’s just a simple massage scene for his emotional health, i can’t believe you are going to read that into it. I am gonna get shit for that, yeah. Damn it!


Fan:

 Do you feel the influence of Cas on your life or do you feel like you lead two lives like castiel is an angel and you are a human obviously…unfortunately (sic)


Misha: If i am at home and the kids are making a mess or something i will snap my fingers or go like this to try to whatever i don’t know try to stop or explode one of them and it doesn’t work. oh that’s right i am not i am not Castiel or you know, if one of the kids is sick or something i will just touch them on the forehead like that and nothing happens its just frustrating i try to teleport you know and that doesn’t work. (sic)

No is the answer if i am honest with you i don’t forget that i am not an angel very often but its is interesting for me to observe that i meet people who kind of confuse me with Castiel like they start to think that i am an angel or that i can heal people or things like that which i mean i do have powers of healing…


Fan: Which version of Cas has been your favorite and which one the most challenging


Misha: my favorite was playing Misha in the french mistake (sic) everyone was doing a parody of themselves there was a tiny bit of truth in each of the character like Jared has a whole herd of alpacas, its interesting if i am in a foreign country a small portion of people think i am serious all the time and people right now are going oh Misha said Jared and Gen really have a herd of alpacas which is true he does (sic)

I did my best to portray myself as the quintessential doucebag actor and my manager saw the episode and he’s like it was so great to finally see you play yourself so i fired him

Misha in response to a fan: Is that not the answer you were looking for She looks super disappointed I am not going to another Misha panel. fucking asshole!

Fan: How do you feel having Rob on set

Misha: I love having Rob back because Jared and Jensen harass him when we are on set instead of me and its so nice we were shooting a scene we were all there and then it was time for Rob’s closeup camera was on his face he had a big important scene for him and Jared just put his hand on Rob’s thigh (sic) and I was laughing I was just enjoying it happening to somebody else but I knew what he was going through so I put my hand on his thigh too as sign of support just to show solidarity with him because I knew he was going through a lot.

Fan: If your kids ever watched you play an angel

Misha: The kids have seen little dolls of me they have seen drawings of me they have seen tiny tiny clips caught on screen but I don’t let them watch supernatural because I think they are already pre-disposed to be serial killers but west came to a convention recently…and it was fun for me to have him there by the got to see something that is not good for a kid which is…

*imitating fans* Oh my god oh my god its Misha oh my god I love you so much fake sobbing I love you,  so and for him he’s like what the fuck is going on looking around surprised who are all these other women who my dad is having a relationship with so yeah every once in a while around the house Castiel’s shirts (sic) we would get gifts stuff like that which I typically don’t wear outside the house which would make me look a little egoistical so I just wear them in the home but he would pick up a shirt and wear it on… Castiel shirt *imitates West* I am Castiel everybody loves me* …no they don’t but although they do like yesterday when I was away…they were in Castiel’s clothes which is kind of sad because they are using a fictitious character I play as a surrogate for their real father who has clearly abandoned them I do think that’s probably something that will be  talked about with a therapist at some future

Bonus Son

Characters: Cas x Reader, Reader’s son (Luca), Dean, Sam
Words: 1166
Requested by Anonymous ( Cas one shot where he and the reader have started dating the reader has a young son (not his) and one day she has to go on a hunt so she asks Cas to watch her son and the two bond while she’s gone and when the reader comes home Cas is holding her son while he sleeps and it’s really cute)


        “Mommy, how long will you be gone?” your five-year-old son, Luca, asked you the day before you had to leave on your hunt. You were meeting up with the Winchester’s to help them take out a nest of vampires.

           “I don’t know, Sweetie,” you told him, “But you know I’ll be home as soon as I can. You’ll be good for Cas, right?”

           He nodded, “Yeah. I’ll be good.”

           You looked over at your boyfriend, who also happened to be an angel. You had been dating for almost a year and you had never left him and Jonathon alone together. You weren’t worried about them, but you wondered how it would go.

           “I’ll take good care of him, Y/N,” he said.

           “I know,” you nodded, “I just hate being away from both of you. It sucks to know I won’t see you guys for a couple of days.”

           “But you’re brave, Mommy,” Luca said, touching your cheek softly, “And you help Uncle Dean and Uncle Sam.”

           You smiled at your sweet little boy, “You’re very sweet, Luca. Thank you. Will you miss me?”

           He nodded, “Yeah.”

           “I’ll miss you so much,” you hugged him.

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To the SPN writers:

•You made Cas save Dean from Hell
•You literally made sparks fly when Cas and Dean first met
•You made Cas gave up on Heaven tWICE only for Dean
•You made Castiel rebel to THE DEVIL HIMSELF because of what Dean thought to him
•You made Dean the only one who still wanted to believe in Cas’s loyalty and the most heartbroken one when he found out he was keeping secrets from him
•You made Dean think he abandoned his angel, because he couldn’t stand the though that Cas didn’t want to be with him
•Even when Cas betrayed him, you made Dean helped him, and he was broke when he thought he was dead
•Every single time you made Dean decides he’s ready to die, Cas decides he’s ready as well
•Dean rather have him, cursed or not
•Dean thinks home is with Cas
•The only thing they have left, Cas and Dean, is each other
•You made Dean search all over Purgatory for his angel
•You as well made Cas hide from Dean in Purgatory because ho thought he was protecting him
•You made Cas to be programmed to kill Dean AND HE FUCKING STOPPED BEACUSE HE LOVES HIM TOO MUCH
• Cas, it’s me. We’re family. We need you. I need you.


So

Do not even fucking try to make me believe Destiel is not a thing

And

What kind of game are you playing?
Why the hell is not canon yet?

anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering if you could post a link of your cute cas fluff/smut? Thx! I love ur writing sooooo much. Xx

Thank you! ok ok ok, here is only the fluffiest of the fluffs, and the smut is in bold:

Supernatural School Musical (Supernatural/High School Musical)

Despite it being OTP week this week, I’ve decided to go and make this anyway, because you lot seem to love the SuperDisney gif stories! (x) So here you have it, Supernatural crossover with High School Musical! This was honestly my favourite to make because it just brings back to many memories of when I was a child and obsessed with this movie!  Ah, memories… So, I hope you enjoy it! - Jess

JOHN: Come on, Dean! Shoot!

DEAN: Okay, Dad.

JOHN: Better, son. You’re certainly better than your brother.

MARY: Are you two done yet? It’s New Year’s Eve. Dean, you should go down to the teens party. Your brother’s down there. You should be enjoying yourself, not shooting hoops.

DEAN: Okay Mum. See you two later.

DEAN: It’s so boring down here! I can’t find Sam anywhere…

MC: Right, who’s up next for the KAR-A-O-KA? *Crowd cheers* How about you *points at Dean* and you *points at socially awkward nerd in corner*

DEAN: I don’t want- *Microphone falls*

CASTIEL: These lyrics look terrible!

*Both singing terribly written song about cheesy love at first sight nonsense*

*Cheering*

DEAN: Wow, you’re a good singer. You’re got a voice like an-

CASTIEL: Angel? Yeah, I’ve been told that a few times. My name’s Castiel, by the way.

DEAN: My name’s Dean. It’s nice to meet you. Sorry we had to do that.

CASTIEL: No, it’s fine. It was fun. I- *sigh* I really enjoyed being with you- I mean, singing with you….

DEAN: Don’t worry. I really enjoyed it as well! Maybe we should hang out some time.

CASTIEL: That would be wonderful. I live on the West coast, though.

DEAN: Damn! I live in Kansas. I suppose we could still hang out, though-

SAM: Hey Dean!
DEAN: Sam, where’s Castiel?
SAM: Who?

DEAN: Make way for the basketball team captains, mother fuckers!
SAM: Dean, be nice, it’s the first day back after winter break.

DEAN: This year’s gonna be special; I just know it!

TEACHER: Right, class, we have a new student today. Please welcome Castiel Novak.

DEAN: Oh my God…

DEAN: Oh my God, it’s you, the guy I sang with on New Year’s Eve!

CASTIEL: You’re Dean, right? Gosh, this is strange! I’ve just moved here!

DEAN: I should show you around.
CASTIEL: I would appreciate that, Dean.

DEAN: This is out hallway, and this is the sign-up sheet for the spring musical. I don’t suppose you want your angel voice to be winning that?

CASTIEL: The singing was a one time thing, okay?

LUCIFER: Hey Dean! *Super smile*

DEAN: What, Lucifer?

LUCIFER: Oh, nothing! It’s just my brother, Michael, and I are going to be the ones winning the main role in that spring musical, as always, so get your pretty little nerd away from my sign-up sheet, okay?

DEAN: Whatever, Lucifer. Just, if you’re mean to me, you can’t date my brother.

LUCIFER: How did you know I had a crush on him?

DEAN: It was kind of obvious!

LUCIFER: This was a perfect idea! To make sure that Castiel guy doesn’t audition, I will make him join the nerd club! This is genius! I’m glad I thought of it all by myself!

MICHAEL: You do know it was me who thought of it.

LUCIFER: Whatever! I have everything I need right here.

LUCIFER: Hello, nerd! I couldn’t help but hear that you needed a new person to join your team.

GABRIEL: Why are you helping me, Lucifer?

LUCIFER: Because I’m trying to be a good person. So, this new kid, Castiel, apparently he’s a genius!

GABRIEL: Hello, Castiel. I’ve heard a lot about you! I want you to join the scholastic decathlon team.

CASTIEL: Where did you find out about that? I didn’t want to be the nerd of the school this time!

GABRIEL: Oh, I have my sources… Ketchup mostly. Anyway, I want you to join!

CASTIEL: I’ll think about it, okay!

JOHN: Alright guys, time for training! We have the competition in a few weeks, so we need to be perfect! The two captain Winchester’s will teach this lesson.

SAM: Right guys! Like Coach said, we need to be perfect!

DEAN: I can’t stop thinking about him…

SAM: Dean, you’re acting like a teenage girl. Get shooting!

DEAN: I’m sorry, Sammy. Okay team, let’s go!

CROWLEY: Up next for audition is Lucifer and Michael. Finally some talent!

*Lucifer and Michael singing and dancing brilliantly…* (Why is Michael in a skirt?)

CROWLEY: Brilliant, as always, darlings! Is there any more auditions?

CASTIEL: We’ve both been hiding at the back here. Maybe we should audition, together!
DEAN: I don’t sing. It’s not my thing, you know…

CROWLEY: No one else? No, okay, good.

CASTIEL: Mr Crowley, Sir, I would like to audition.

CROWLEY: You? Well, you didn’t respond when I asked, and it’s paired auditions anyway, so no, you can’t audition!

DEAN: I’ll audition with him, Mr Crowley.

CROWLEY: You, Captain Winchester, please, don’t mock me! I’m going now. Bye.

RUBY: You two are wanting to audition? I wrote the song- actually, I wrote the whole musical. Lucifer and Michael changed it a lot. You wanna hear what it’s suppose to sound like?

DEAN: Sure!

*Singing to each other beautifully*

CROWLEY: You two are good. You have a callback!

LUCIFER: Those two are up to no good, trying to steal my musical.

MICHAEL: Our musical, you mean?

SAM: Look at this! Everything’s so out of control! All of my team is cooking and making art and- This is so messed up!

GABRIEL: This is Dean and Castiel’s fault. They are the ones who got the callbacks. We need to stop them from auditioning.

SAM: Let’s team up to and put a stop to this!

SAM: Dean, you have to stop this whole music thing! You’re ruining the team! Our championship tournament is next Friday!

DEAN: Look, I’m sorry guys, but I like singing with Castiel.

SAM: So you’re just gonna give up on the team? You’re gonna give up on Dad…..? You’re gonna give up on me?

DEAN: Of course I’m not giving up on you, Sammy. Look, fine, I don’t even care about singing. I don’t care about the musical. And most of all, I don’t care about Castiel. Okay?

CASTIEL: So, he doesn’t like me?

GABRIEL: Well, that’s what he said, isn’t it? Dean Winchester is just a mean, old player… and he’s not just playing basketball. He’s playing with your little, fragile heart, Cas.

GABRIEL: I don’t know, Sam, maybe making them hate each other was a bad idea. Castiel is very depressed.

SAM: And Dean hasn’t been playing basketball properly. Maybe they do like each other a lot!

GABRIEL: Look, the basketball competition and the scholastic decathlon competition are on Friday, and the audition is on Thursday. They can still do both.

SAM: Dean, as your brother, I am forcing you to sing on Thursday. No buts, just do what you want, okay? I can’t- and neither can Dad- control your life. You’re my brother, and I love you lots, so follow your heart, okay?

DEAN: Thanks Sammy!

GABRIEL: Castiel, we were all big assbutts. Please sing with Dean!

CASTIEL: Okay! *Mentally fangirls*

LUCIFER: Wait, is that Dean and Castiel singing together? I thought they hated each other! I need to stop them!

LUCIFER: I’m really sorry, Mr Crowley, but my brother and I have a doctors appointment on Thursday. If you could change the callbacks to Friday, that would be perfect!

CROWLEY: Okay, only because you and Michael are my favourite!

DEAN: Look, Cas, they’ve changed our callback date to the same day as our competitions.
CASTIEL: Those bastards!

GABRIEL: We’ll find a way, don’t worry!

CASTIEL: 3,278

GABRIEL: 91,379

DEAN: We’re so gonna win this!

CASTIEL: Gabriel, it’s almost callback time!

DEAN: Time for me to go!
SAM: Dean, wait…. Good luck, okay?
DEAN: Thanks, Sammy!

CROWLEY: Thank you, Lucifer and Michael, for that beautiful performance. Now up next is Dean and Castiel!

DEAN: We’re here, Mr Crowley!

CASTIEL: Dean, I’m scared.

DEAN: Don’t be scared, Castiel. It’s just you and me, remember? Us two.

CASTIEL: Okay!

CASTIEL: We did it Dean!
DEAN: Yes we did, Cas. We did it!

CASTIEL: I love you, Dean.
DEAN: I love you too, Cas.

Thank you all so much for reading! Please reblog with suggestions of what SuperDisney I should make next! Check out the other SuperDisney here (x) - Jess