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i can’t get over this. 

i came across this answer from mollins:

and the first thing i thought of was this question and answer from jibcon 2019 [kudos to @curvedsphere​ for transcribing it forever ago]

Q: How would Sam and Dean want Supernatural to end?

Jensen: I’m gonna jump in. I think that…their idea, their ideal scenario, would be for all those that were in heaven go back to heaven, all those that were in hell they go back to hell. All of the demon and heaven and hell and angel, all that stuff kinda goes back to status quo and it goes back to season one when it was just monsters. just having to fight those things that go bump in the night. (jokes) And then I think it’d be cool, they can kind of teach their knowledge to maybe a younger generation of hunters. And that’s, in my opinion, how I think the brothers would love for the world to kind of end up, is back to a state of normalcy but they still have jobs, so to speak. Yeah. I doubt that’s gonna happen, but we’ll see.

my point? these two are talking about some kind of continuation they just gotta be

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im suppose to be doing hw but i have a dumb brain so here. have a 15x19 destiel reunion. kinda.

Only a couple of hours after Cas was gone, Dean was still on the floor crying when the portal opened up, and Cas was thrown out of it. Cas lands on his back, and with a groan, he sits up to meet Dean’s red-rimmed eyes.

He looked concerned, but his voice was still even. “Hello, Dean.” Cas started to stand up, brushing himself off as he talked. “So the empty wants your help, and it brought me back as payment.”

Dean looked at him, thinking maybe his brain had finally had enough, and he had gone crazy. “Cas?”

“Should I find it offensive?” Cas walked over to Dean, a hand out to help him stand, but Dean only stared up at his face.

“Cas.”

When Dean made no move to take his hand, Cas dropped it. Instead, opting to hide them in his trench coat pockets. “I should explain that it’s a mess in the empty right now. So many are awake. It’s complete chaos. Too many tried to kill me, and while I did wonder what would happen to me if I died there, I realized I actually didn’t want to find out.”

Dean blinked up at him, confused. “Cas, you just died.” So why is he acting as if nothing happened?

“And now I’m back. That’s usually how things work for us. Now come on, we have work to do. Where’s Sam?”

Cas turns towards the door, ready to walk out when Dean’s phone rings. When the phone keeps ringing, he notices Dean made no move to answer it, so he walks back to answer it for him. Sam was yelling at the other side, panic, and fear mostly. Cas reassures him that Dean is fine, but he needs Sam and Jack to come straight over; they need to meet with the Empty at Death’s library to talk.

He hangs up and hands the phone back to Dean, who doesn’t reach to take it.

“Dean? Are you okay?” Cas pockets Dean’s phone before crouching down in front of him.

“No! No, dipshit, I’m not okay!”

“Oh,” Cas stands up again, making his way back to the door. “If it’s about before, then don’t worry, you don’t have to answer. I’m comfortable with just forgetting it ever happened. I did learn from the best.”

Cas winks at him; it looks forced. Pained.

Dean forced himself up, feeling his muscles tight and sore from not moving all those hours, and strode over to stop Cas from leaving.

“I-I don’t…do you want me to forget?”

“If it will be troublesome for our friendship, then yes.”

“Yeah, it’s troublesome for our fucking friendship, Cas. You said you love me.”

“And I do.”

“Is that…romantic love or-?”

“Yes.” He said it so confidently now, it made Dean catch his breath.

“And you want me to forget that?” he sounded so quiet, scared even when he asked.

“Dean, I’ve been ignoring it for years.”

Years. “You’ve loved me for years?”

“Am I making you uncomfortable? We should stop talking-”

Cas looked away, but Dean reached to take his face in his rough hands. Trying to hold him as gently as he could, wanting so much to grip at him to make sure he was actually real. Actually there.

Then with a quiet, desperate whisper, Dean says, “Me too.”

Cas opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. So Dean spoke again, louder this time. “Me too, Cas. I…me too. I feel-me too.”

Cas lets out a breath he didn’t have to take before Dean sees the tears drown in the blue again. Watching as Cas’s demeanor changed and his stiff gestures melted away under Dean’s touch. Slowly Cas reaches to finally pull Dean into a tight embrace, his chin resting on Dean’s shoulder while he quietly let out a small sigh of relief.

“I thought I ruined it. I didn’t think you would—I never imagined you would see me like that.”

The hug was familiar, nothing new, and yet everything felt new when Dean’s hands gripped at his coat. He couldn’t find the words, but he let himself fall against Cas, feeling both their grasps relax until finally, Dean felt a hand at the back of his neck. Soothing him with quiet touches, they would never have let themselves have before. Lingering over skin, hair, and eventually, they turned their heads.

Noses brushing as breaths mingled together.

The world was ending, but at least they had this. Finally, finally, they had each other again.

Dean leaned in only to hear Sam run in, “There you two are! What happened to the door? Wait, what are you-? Are you two serious?! Chuck just snapped everyone out of existence!”

“What? You found them?” Jack ran in just in time for Cas to push Dean away. Dean tried not to find offense to it when he saw Cas's relief when he laid his eyes on Jack. “Cas! You’re here! I thought-I had a feeling. For a second, I couldn’t feel you around, and I was scared that Chuck took you too!”

“I’m here,” Cas reassured him as Jack walked to hug him. “I’ll explain everything, but we need to go somewhere safe. Somewhere Chuck has no power.”

“The Empty.”

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fuchsia and shades of green | ao3

or 'the girls are fighting!' | wc: 1445, T

“What?”

Dean turns and simply stares at him in answer, narrows his eyes a bit to make his point: he’s pissed. Cas closes his eyes and inhales deeply, that dramatic bastard, and walks towards him where he’s unloading the ‘fresh produce’ on the kitchen counter.

“Dean. What?”

He pins Cas with a look and scoffs louder than is necessary, if only to match Cas’ dramatics. Not one to apologize, or even persist anymore, for that matter, wow, Cas raises his hands above his head and announces, “Fine. If that’s what you want.”

Dean knows it’s to get a rise outta him, he knows, but jesus fuck does this man not get tired of being an ass? “What I- what I want? Really?”

“Well,” Cas folds his arms across his chest, nostrils flaring. “I’m not the one who’s not talking.”

“Oh, you wanna talk to me now?”

“Isn’t Dean your name? As far as I know, you’re the only person named Dean I know. And-”

Okay, that’s not true. Dean cuts in, “That’s a lie. We met that other Dean at-”

“And. It is you I’ve been calling out from the garage.”

“Fine, jesus!” Dean holds his arms out, and goes back to separate the vegetables. “Whatever, man.”

Cas stares at him for a moment too long, eyes almost searing Dean, then mutters another “fine!” before untying another bag and putting the shit on the tabletop with resounding thuds, now looking resolutely at the boxes he’s taking out.

They stand there, fuming quietly, and after he’s done unpacking and putting the contents of the bag away, Cas proceeds to turn the kettle on, probably for his tea. He slams the cupboard door loud enough that the boxes in the shelf under rattle, and Dean snaps his head and balls his fists. “Hey, cool it.”

Cas only spares a glare at Dean, but Dean can see how the square of his shoulders are drooping. See, Dean is mad, thinks he has every right to, but he can see the anger leaving Cas, morphing into something tender yet uglier. And he- well, god, why is it always like that with them?

“You hungry?” He asks instead, voice still a little miffed. Cas is now at the table, head bowed and eyes boring into the mug with his thumb and forefinger steeping the teabag. He doesn’t answer Dean, nor does he look at him, shoulders curling further along his lowered neck. Dean sighs and rubs his palms around his eyes, backing his hips against the granite of the counter. “Okay, I’m- I’m sorry for being mad, ‘kay?”

Cas still doesn’t look up, but takes a sip of his tea.

“Cas, dude,” Dean says, “c’mon, I’m apologizing man.” Then, possibly to force Cas into responding, adds, “Even when it’s not my fault.”

It goes as intended, Cas snapping his face up and squinting at him. “Oh? Not your fault?”

When Dean shrugs, Cas shakes his head and lowers his voice. “Okay, okay. My fault then?”

Dean shrugs again, and if looks could kill, Dean would’ve been a dead man by now. Who is he kidding, he wouldn’t have survived apocalypse numero uno. Looks, however, don’t kill, so he’s safe. For now, at least.

“What?” Cas asks, “That’s what I’ve been asking you since then. What did I do?”

“Oh, I dunno, sweetheart. Why don’t you ask Abigail?”

Cas stares at him in disbelief. “Is that- that’s what’s happening here?”

“Whatever, Cas,” Dean shakes his head, “Just- what d’ya want for lunch?”

“No”, Cas squares his shoulders, readying them for a fight. “Don’t end the conversation. Are you jealous?”

Dean scoffs again, less show this time.

“You’re jealous of Abigail. A woman.”

“Yeah, maybe!” Dean spins around. “I wouldn’t have to if my husband wouldn’t keep flirting with someone named Abigail.”

“First of all, Abigail is a perfectly good name,” Cas says, making Dean huff out a cruel laugh, “and secondly, I wasn’t flirting with her. Or anyone, for that matter.”

“Oh, you weren’t?” Dean asks, then lowers his voice in an impression of Cas. “‘Sure, Abigail. I would love to meet Ronaldo.’”

“Ralph,” Cas says. “I said, I’d love to meet Ralph.”

“You-” Dean points a finger at him. “You’re so- you’re such a dick.”

“I said I wasn’t flirting with her, Dean.”

“You had your hand on her shoulder, Cas!”

“So? She’s a woman.” Cas looks at him incredulously, “And I’m gay.”

“That doesn’t matter!”

“Are you hearing yourself? How does that- Dean, listen” Cas restarts, taking of his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose, as if Dean’s being really obtuse right now. He’s not. He’s not. “I just want to- to talk. With you, if something’s bothering you. Can we do that?”

“Well, that depends on you, Casanova. Do you want to talk to me, or would you rather talk to Abigail and Richard, feel ‘em up all over, huh?”

Cas’ nose flares something dangerous and he closes his eyes. Holding the handle of the mug, and slowly, raising his eyes up at Dean menacingly, Cas thumps the mug on the table, “His name. Is. Ralph.”

And then. Then, Dean knows what hits him. It’s the mug, tea sloshing in the space between, and hitting him just above his ribs, darkening the front of his shirt with warm tea. Cas looks even more pissed now, eyes widened and mouth agape, which he has no right to, by the way, because he hurled the filled mug at Dean.

Dean immediately clutches his side, proclaiming a loud “Ow!” that has Cas rushing over to him in three quick strides. The bottom of his shirt is dripping too, Dean sees, but for now he preens in the way Cas’ hand cups his skin, under his shirt. The ceramic mug lies there on the floor in three pieces now, amber liquid all over the platforms and the floor.

“Fuck,” Cas groans, “oh, I’m- does that hurt?”

Dean winces when his fingers press exactly where the mug hit him, but it’s not that bad. In fact, it’s not bad at all. Sure, if you poke at it with a brutal finger, Dean’ll wince again, but that’s as bad as it gets. He hisses out in pain anyway.

Cas starts unbuttoning Dean’s shirt and skates a palm around his chest to assess the damage, which is just redenned skin, “Fuck, fuck, I’m- Dean, I’m sorry, I’m so-”

Dean tips his face up with his fingers at Cas’ chin, and kisses him. Just a little, sweet kiss, don’t tell anyone, and looks at Cas, smiling softly. “It’s fine. Didn’t hurt, actually.”

Cas backs off in disbelief, mouth opening, then closing, like a little puffer fish, if you will, then slaps a hand where it hurts.

“Ow!”

“You’re an idiot. Why the fuck didn’t you duck?!”

“Why did I not- wait,” Dean starts laughing, boisterous and unable to stop. “That rhymed.”

Cas shakes his head, but he’s smiling too. He takes Dean’s hand in his, flattening their palms together, and tracing the crevices on Dean’s with his index finger. Eyes fixed at where their hands are together, Cas says, “I wasn’t flirting with her, Dean.” Dean tips his head up again, and it’s Cas who initiates the kiss this time, only breaking off to repeat, “I really wasn’t. I wouldn’t.”

Dean tips his head forward, pressing their temple together. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Cas says, pressing another kiss to his bottom lip, then sucking on it. “I’m sorry too. That was immature.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Dean smirks. “How ‘bout we make it up to each other?”

“I think making up is definitely in order,” says Cas, already pulling off his sweater.

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Dean huddles closer to Cas, hooking his chin under Cas’, and sighing deeply in contentment. Cas is rubbing his hands around Dean’s back, and people weren’t wrong about make-up sex being so fantastic. But if you ask Dean, the after is better.

“Who’s Ralph anyway?”

Cas is still hazy, dozing off, so Dean repeats. “Ralph?”

“‘S a kitten,” Cas answers, “Abigail’s cat had a litter last week. She’s sellin’ them.”

Dean’s eyes snap open. “And?”

“She was tellin’ me I could pick Ralph up on Tuesday.”

“Pick up Ralph?”

Cas simply hums in response.

“Oh no way!”

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As it turns out, Ralph takes a liking to Dean, which feels like a win as well as a defeat to the latter. The make-up sex, though, before and after that little guy comes home- let’s just say people are still right about it being fan-fucking-tastic, but thrice a week is a bit much for Cas’, and, let’s be fair, Dean’s old bones.

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when they’re living in the bunker sam makes their own face masks w organic ingredients and they make an avocado and honey one and leaves it in the fridge to chill and the next time he walks into the kitchen dean says “dude the guac you made tastes like shit” and sam says “what guac i didn’t….” and then it clicks and he’s like DID YOU EAT MY FACE MASK DEAN ??!? and yes, dean did eat multiple spoonfuls of it before he gave up and decided to not let sam help with the cooking next time they have nachos

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oh my god kid jack starts to learn how to read and he’s sitting on deans lap one day with his hands on deans stomach and starts saying some shit about protection and wrath out loud and deans like ??? kid what are you on about rn??? and he’s like . i’m reading daddy’s notes on your ribs :)

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i'm sorry if everyone already screamed about this and i missed it but WOW this is a big bowl of glass huh

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Okay okay. I’m so excited right now. I know some people are going to be crabby because we want a continuation with our boys and we really just do not like John Winchester for the most part… however… here’s my counter. 

1) This means CMP is able to test the waters in the SPN universe. They were given the rights to play around a little bit with the characters. Yes, not THE main characters, but characters nonetheless. So — getting the rights to SPN in one way or another. 

2) Along the same lines, to me this is testing. This is ‘how well can you do with a SPN story before we give you the pop culture lead characters everyone has a pulse on’.

3) As @youchangedmedean​ pointed out, in the article, Jackles is quoted as saying “the first story we wanted to tell” which makes it sound like they got others in the brainstorming session. 

4) It will bring back some SPN alumn which is fantastic. 

5) From a storytelling perspective, it’s going to help expand the universe. We only got the TINIEST peak into their lives. We know John was a Vietnam Marine (a duty that caused a lot of trauma in a generation of men), thought his father left, has no knowledge of the occult or supernatural, and yadda yadda. We know Mary came from a long line of hunters and has a hunting past. Do you know how awesome it’s going to be seeing more of her and her family and what they did and their priorities — and what knowledge they have? The Winchester side is tied to the Men of Letters but we can explore the Campbell side as well. But ALL OF THIS TO SAY: If Jackles is really like saying there will be more stories in this universe, then this is going to help expand that, add more lore to it, add more things to play with for an eventual continuation. 

So in conclusion:  We know he is looking at a ‘reboot’ (continuation, bless him), and he’s always wanted to do Wayward Sisters. So — my thing is basically this is the first of what will probably be at least three or four stories he’s looking to do in this “universe”. He’s helping to expand it. I know the fandom isn’t a big fan of John but this is a John pre-Mary’s death, pre show. 

He’s expanding this story. He’s getting rights to SPN. This is like a test run because he’s still a smol producing company — so yeah. 

*grabs face* get stoked because the guy is getting the ball rolling. 

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Truth

“Tell me something true.”

Cas thinks for a moment, then says, “The summer solstice isn’t really the longest day of the year. Every day is twenty four hours long. The solstice just has the most sunlight, so people say it’s the longest.”

Dean throws his head back as he laughs. “Very good, Cas. I already knew that, though. Also, it’s April.”

Tilting his head, Cas says, “Next time be more specific.”

. + . + . + .

“Tell me something true.”

“A snail can sleep for three years,” Cas says.

Dean makes an odd noise in his throat. “I have no idea how to respond to that.”

Cas shrugs. “No response is necessary. You asked for a fact, I relayed it.”

Shaking his head, Dean sighs. When Cas turns away, Dean smiles.

. + . + . + .

“Tell me something true.”

“There are 88 official constellations, but people have been telling stories about the stars since stories and stars began.”

Dean looks at Cas’s face in the starlight, then looks back up at the night sky. “Tell me,” he says.

Cas tells a story of a young girl in what is now Spain, who looked at the sky 700 years ago and saw the wings of a butterfly. He tells of a group of young men in Greece's far past who saw Achilles chasing Patrocles, and how they hoped Achilles would one day catch his love.

When Cas falls silent they just look at the stars, side by side in the grass. After a time Dean says, “Thanks.” He hopes it’s enough.

. + . + . + .

“Tell me something true.”

Cas looks at Dean, a thoughtful look on his face. Finally he says, “Green is my favorite color.”

Another color, this one pink, rises to Dean’s cheeks. “Yeah?” he says. The word sticks in his throat.

Cas nods.

“I like blue,” Dean says.

. + . + . + .

“Tell me something true.”

“I don’t regret falling from grace,” Cas says. His words are soft, but resolute.

True.

Dean searches Cas’s face for any sign of sadness, any hint of doubt, but all he sees is the truth he asked for.

“Even though you can’t–” Dean starts, but Cas cuts him off.

“I don’t regret falling from grace.” He emphasizes every word. “I don’t miss healing, or flying, or angel radio. I don’t miss heaven. I don’t miss commanding armies, or striking fear into the hearts of beings with my words alone. You are worth it, Dean Winchester.”

Dean cannot speak. He’s just a guy, a pretty good hunter but fairly average at most everything else. Actually, he screws up just about everything he touches that isn’t about killing monsters. To think that Cas–beautiful, strong, bigger than the Chrysler building Cas–gave everything up for him…

“Please stop thinking like that, Dean,” Cas says. “I can’t get into your head anymore, but your thoughts are plain on your face. I mean every word. You are worth it.” He brushes a kiss on Dean’s cheek, and then he’s gone, almost as if he’d flown.

. + . + . + .

“Tell me something true.”

Cas smiles, the smile that lights up his whole face. “I love you,” he says.

Something inside Dean falls into place; he almost hears the click in his head. Or in his heart. He can’t stop his own grin from spreading across his face. “I know,” he says with a wink.

Cas rolls his eyes, says, “I do pay attention when we watch movies together, Dean. Especially the ones we’ve seen thirteen times.”

“Thirteen?” Dean sputters. “We haven’t watched the Star Wars trilogy–”

“Thirteen times, Dean. I have an excellent memory.”

“Okay, Rain Man,” Dean mutters, pouting.

“Who is–” Cas starts, but Dean interrupts him.

“We’ll watch that one later. Just shut up and kiss me.”

Cas does, and after Dean says, “I love you too, you know.”

Foreheads pressed together, Cas murmurs, “I know.”

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for @bend-me-shape-me 's Dean/Cas Summer Prompts Series!

Prompt 1 - summer solstice

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When Dean finally rescued Cas from the empty, he expected a happy reunion. He envisioned a strong hug like the first time he had escaped. He expected a long-awaited kiss and repeated confessions that weren’t said with sorrow or heartache. He expected to find the same Cas that was taken, but that would have been too easy.

Cas was left awake, alone, and in complete darkness for months on end.

So when Dean went into the empty, ready to wake up the love of his life, he found Cas curled in on himself—staring blankly out into the void of nothingness. He whispered something so softly and quickly that Dean couldn’t pick up on the actual words, but it sounded familiar. Almost like he was humming a song.

Dean tried to get him to stand up on his own, but he quickly realized that Cas wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze was distant, seeing something Dean can’t even imagine. He then noticed the white film over his eyes dimmed the once bright blue.

His fingertips gently traced over the skin he had only dreamt of touching for months before he took a deep, shaky breath to steady himself. With that slight pause, Dean used whatever desperate strength he had and dragged Cas back to the portal.

Back home.

As they got closer, the light of the portal seemed to startle Cas, and he started to shove Dean away. Dean had to put Cas down so he could take his green jacket off and place it over Cas’s head to calm him before he slowly continued to walk through the portal and into the bunker’s library where Jack, Rowena, Eileen, and Sam were waiting for them.

When they walked through, Dean quickly shushed them as he fell to his knees with Cas still in his arms, hidden under the jacket, and covering his ears at the sudden loud voices surrounding them.

Dean looked around at his family, all sharing the same worried glances knowing they were on the same page. Cas’s welcome home party would be pushed back until further notice.

Cas didn’t cry. His expression didn’t change much at all. All Cas did was sit or lay on Dean’s bed with the lights off. All but the desk light. It was an old lightbulb, so the light wasn’t a bright white like the rest of the place. Instead, it illuminated a soft golden glow against the wall.

Cas squinted at it at first, blinking so inhumanly at it, until all Cas did was stare at it. Whenever Dean made any move to turn it off or even just get near the lamp, Cas made a little whine at the back of his throat.

Little noises were the most Dean can get out of Cas. At least it brought him a little relief. It meant Cas could see him at that moment.

Cas still did that rapid talking or singing whenever it was a little bit too quiet. It made Dean wonder if Cas knew he was out of the Empty. Especially during those times when he would stare right past him, unblinking with cold eyes.

It was only the end of the second week when Dean broke down.

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I’m just saying that if the majority of votes its what counts  given that the latam dub aired on 16 countries and the original and other dubs in a total of 13 countries, its arguably more “canon” to say that dean textually reciprocated Cas feelings at the confession, because that’s what the majority of people watching it experienced and believe to be true 

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Something felt wrong.

Dean maneuvered his way back to Sam, balancing six pieces of pie in a cardboard box. He smiled, handing his brother a piece.

They talked for a moment, about him, before the conversation changed.

He watches, as if behind glass, as the Winchesters go through their lives as if nothing happened. As if they had never met him.

He watches, as the Winchesters sit over their car, flipping through John’s journal.

Something feels wrong.

The Winchesters are moving again, this time to an old barn in the woods. He flashes back to a different barn, in a different time, but something pulls him under.

Something whispers in his ear. Those memories don’t matter. Only this. This is what’s real.

He watches, as the love of his life gets impaled on a rebar.

No, he thinks, this isn’t how it was supposed to happen.

This is how it was always meant to be.

He wants to scream, he wants to shout, cry, pound his fists on the floor, do something!

But they can’t hear him. All he can do is watch.

See, Castiel, they don’t care about you. They only care about each other.

That’s not true. It can’t be true.

It is. Watch.

He watches. It’s all he can do now.

Watch as the Impala drives down a long winding road.

Watch as the brothers reunite.

Watch them celebrate with each other.

Watch as they forget about him.

Please, he begs, make it stop.

Make what stop. I’m just showing you the truth.

No, this can’t be the truth. They wouldn’t forget me, he cries.

They did. They never truly cared about you. It was all an illusion. They were just using you.

No, no, no, please, no.

What did you expect? That the Winchesters would just welcome you into their family. Lies! The Winchesters only care about each other.

No. This isn’t true. He knows this isn’t true. The Winchesters cared. They did.

The Winchesters are still driving down the same road. They aren’t talking, just sitting in silence.

“This isn’t real. You are making me see this!” He shouts, right as a bright glowing erupts, burning away the long winding road.

“Cas, take my hand!”

Cas fights through the Empty, stretching his hand as high as it can go.

“Cas, please! You can’t leave me again!”

No, Castiel. You can’t leave. You made a deal.

“Cas! Please, I love you! So don’t go!”

“Dean.”

Power surges through Cas as he reaches up to grab Dean’s hand.

His eyes flare light blue, before going back to their original color as Dean pulls him through the crack in the dimension.

Cas collapses in Dean’s arms the moment he’s free. The two fall to the floor and Dean wraps his arms around Cas.

“Did you mean it?” Cas murmurs. “Did you mean what you said?”

“Yes. I should have said it earlier, I should have said it years ago. I love you, Cas. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

Cas hides a smile and buries his face in Dean’s shoulder.

“I love you too.”

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supernatural s15 gag reel

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society if the finale had a montage of the boys and their family and it turned some of the classic spn stuff on its head. close up shot of lighting a match and throwing it in a pit but it’s for a bonfire not a grave and sam, dean, cas, eileen, and jack are making s’mores. closing the impala trunk “we’ve got work to do” shot then the camera pans out to show them at a barbecue and dean’s grilling and sam’s got an armful of chips and snacks. “driver picks the music” but it’s dean saying that to jack who’s behind the wheel and still learning to drive as he turns up his pop girlies.

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13.06 - TOMBSTONE

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Transcript of Richard talking about the confession in his panel at the Darklight Con

The person asking the question: “um so I had a question, specifically about um season 15 episode 18. So, um it’s been mentioned before that um, you had worked on the confession scene for a few weeks before it was filmed. And, I was just wondering if maybe you could talk a little bit about, maybe how things changed with that scene? Um-”

Richard: “are you talking about 15x18?”

Person: “yeah.”

Richard: “And uh specifically, you want to talk about the scene between uh Misha and Jensen?

Person: “yeah, I was also wondering if maybe you could talk about if it, um changed over time as you worked on it with them before filming or?”

Richard: “Yeah, so it was obviously a big deal scene for Misha’s character, and for the, you know ultimate moment of his relationship with Dean. So, it was discussed a lot b-between myself and Misha. Uh between Misha and Bob Beren, which I had nothing to do with those conversations but I know they took place. Between me and Bob Berens, who wrote the episode, and between the group. I talked to Jensen separately and then we all talked together. Um, the biggest… uh a lot came out of those conversations and- and sometimes it’s hard to remember the nuances of what we discovered. But, one of the things we worked on.. It was very collaborative. That whole sequence. And…. when I say “collaborative”, I knew that Misha had a lot that he wanted to say as an actor. Bob had a lot he wanted to say as a writer. And, I was doing my best to give as much room to tell their stories as possible. Um, so, you know in the blocking in it, and and and the way we staged it was very much about trying to give Misha enough space to approach Dean. And, a lot of distance that they could cover as they came together to have those moments. I *sighs* I think the biggest thing that came out of those conversations... was, we literally arrived in that room, and we moved that location from one room to another room. Because of, issues with another episode. We realized

“oh my gosh, we can’t shoot it in this room. because in a previous episode, this door gets torn apart. So, we can’t shoot in here cuz this door will be gone theoretically. Um, okay, well, let’s move rooms.”.

So, we moved rooms and we’re thinking

“great no problem!”.

And, then when we were prepping the room to shoot that day, we realized, there’s no… there’s no sigils in this room that would keep Death out. The other room had sigils already burned into it, so it would’ve been an automatic barrier. Here we were, in this room going

“ uhhh. Ok there’s no sigils.”. And, the idea was,

“Well, Misha can you just-” which we do in the show a lot

“can you just cut your hand and, do a blood sigil?”. And he’s like

“Yes, that makes total sense.”. And then the conversation between Jensen, and uh, Misha and myself became

“ok what do we use what do we use what do we use? Do we take a bottle and have you smash a bottle and then cut your hand with that? What do we use?”. And, Jensen said,

“Well, Dean always carries a blade, why when I’m sort of, not silly by, Deaths grip, why don’t we have Cas come take the blade out of my pocket and he can use it and we go from there?”.

“Great, done, we’ll do that.”.

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Um, that was a big change which led to a very specific change which was very cool. We realized, and this is just hours, as we are you know shooting the scene- we realize while we were shooting the scene and we were making these decisions.

”If Misha’s gonna have blood on his hand, he should put his hand on Dean’s shoulder, and that will mimic the handprint, from all those seasons ago when, Misha raised Dean from-

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And, I can honestly tell you, it was one of those moments, where Misha, Jensen, and I had, I think the... that it would be considered a tie. Cuz we all went

“Bloody hand!” it was just one of those moments when we were working it out, cuz we were all knee-deep in it. Because we were talking about it for weeks, and here we are on the day of shooting, and we’re solving this problem that had come our way, and we’re in a different room, “okay bloody sigil? Okay blade. Okay cut your hand, um.”.

Then it became

“Oh my god! This is a phenomenal opportunity to do something cinematic, to do something that is character-centric. That has resonance to the fans, and for the actors, and the characters that will be a beautiful throwback to a beautiful moment in their relationship.”.

And, so, we all agreed, we all loved it, and we all made sure, that Misha cut, you know, use the blade in his left hand to cut his right hand so he could do the same grip. And that’s how that idea was born. And, I think that it was a very powerful.. Powerful uh… moment, and it was born, that very day.”

Person: “wow. It was definitely a great call back to see. It was awesome.”

Richard: “And, I, ya know I agree. An, it was great to have everybody’s best heads working on the scene. So that things like that can be, uh welcomed into the conversation. And these surprises can happen, you can- you can… adapt with them. You don’t go,

“Oh, that’s a great idea, too bad we didn’t think of it sooner.”.

Like, we were all so attuned into what the scene was that we were ready for, something like that to come our way. And then we can use it, and the scene added another layer because of it.”

Person: “Yeah, awesome!”

Richard: “Yeah, thank you for the question.”

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