#(dclcu my beloved)

[stevethehairington]

my favorite genre of fic is retired and fixing up a house together

[domesticdeanwinchester]

not me putting together a dclcu inspired playlist

[milfsisyphus]

eileen gives this to dean as a housewarming present. she brings a terrible sign every time she and sam visit. cas hates them and keeps trying to swap them out with tacky 70s nature paintings he finds at garage sales.

dean literally just unironically hung a sign in their living room that says “Live. Laugh. Lake”

[universalcas]

🍂🌲🍂🌲🍂🌲🍂🌲🍂🌲🍂🌲🍂🌲🍂🌲

They live a quiet life, you know? The kind of life where they don’t need more than the basics and each other.

They bought a cabin in the woods, not exactly secluded, but with enough privacy not to be disturbed. It’s  made of wood and surrounded by tall, leafy trees that protect Baby from the inclemencies of the Arkansas weather.

Cas tends to their orchard, the one that was planted from scratch. Dean doesn’t dare to disturb him while he’s focused on it, the nature is his place, after all. He knows the cycles of the Earth, down to an atomic level, better than anyone and Dean’s is the first one to benefit from it. Their pantry is always full of fresh vegetables, always ready for a new recipe to be tested in the wooden kitchen, for Sam to peruse when he comes to visit because Sam didn’t go with them, you know? Dean’d never admit it out loud but he was relieved when his brother turned down the plan that they all live together, purely born from that inner part of him that still feels responsible for his younger brother. Sam didn't agree because he wanted to resume law school, so he still comes to visit but it’s not a constant presence in his life anymore.

Dean’s starting to learn to live for himself.

Sometimes the quiet life is too much for someone who is accustom to be constantly on the run but when the adrenaline in his body is too much to bear, when his mind is racing a hundred miles per hour and seems unable to stop he nevers turns to a bottle. He turns to Cas's firm touch in bed, short commands he happily submits to with the knowledge of years of tender love spoken in praises and lips and a hand stroking his hair. He turns  to his kitchen and the pies he bakes and sell in the town nearby, to lovely people for whom his last name means nothing more than the model of a gun he no longer has to hold in his hands. He turns to the lake, a blue wonder of fresh water from where he can see the mountains, where he learns that he can do things for himself. He can swim or run for hours just for the sake of doing it and not because he’s being chased by a faceless monster.

When he was young he depicted himself having the perfect apple pie life in the form of Sunday barbecues with his neighbours, 2.5 of screaming kids in the backyard of his white picket fence house. An exemplary life, the family he was taught to dream of.

But now he’s here, in a wooden swing holding the hand of the man he loves (his husband, finally) watching the stars of the clearest sky he’s ever seen and he thinks he can’t be further from the life he imagined when he was a kid.

And he doesn’t care. It’s different. It's his. It's better.

[deanskitchen]

i love her (the dclcu (the deancas lakehouse cinematic universe))

[deanskitchen]

It's the smell of cinnamon, warm and inviting, that finally pulls Castiel out of bed.

He pads down the hall on bare feet, his borrowed pair of red pajama bottoms dragging at the heels. The stone floor feels torturous under his sleep-warmed skin. One would assume he'd remember by now, just how much he hates walking around the bunker without his slippers. He considers turning back, but the air tastes even sweeter beyond the walls of the bedroom, tantalizingly so, and it's his pure, eager curiosity that wins out and carries him the rest of the way.

He finds a robe-clad Dean hovered over the kitchen island, his back turned to Cas, with a mess of ingredients and dishes circling his workspace. He's preoccupied with mixing something, must be a batter of some kind. The soft, rhythmic scratch of a whisk against a bowl holds his focus.

Dean hadn't so much as flinched when Cas shuffled across the threshold leading into the kitchen. It was as though he'd already been expecting him, as though baiting Cas with cinnamon had been Dean's plan to wake him up all along.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty," Dean chimes. The buoyancy and partial grogginess of his voice makes Cas' heart swell. "Coffee's on the table."

"Good morning Dean," Cas replies just as warmly. He glances to the table, where a bone ceramic mug, steaming and filled to the brim sits waiting for him. "Thank you. Is that... cinnamon?"

"Hell yeah—are pancakes okay? Jack requested it."

"It smells delicious," he admits longingly, realizing at that exact moment just how desperately hungry he is.

Dean turns his head to flash a playful smirk in Cas' direction.

"Cinnamon," he scoffs. "Who knew it was that easy to get your ass out of bed."

"Usually there are far better things to taste in bed, assuming you don't leave it," Cas says simply, and it immediately has Dean tripping over himself to stop his mixing bowl from falling to the floor.

Dean rights himself, or at least he tries; he clears his throat, adjusts his robe, scrubs a hand over his face. It's a poor attempt, really, to hide his being caught off guard, but it is still fun to watch him try. "Uh, right. Yeah," is all he manages to say.

He's beautiful when he's flustered. And even more so in the morning when he's not quite awake enough to snap back with sarcastic replies. There's a smear of flour now brushed across his right cheek, dusting little white freckles along that already sun-kissed skin. His hair's an untamed mess, those dark blond waves already taking shape with just the few extra inches that he'd decided to let grow in.

Cas takes in the sight with a deep, slow sigh of relief. Dean looks well rested. And genuinely happy. Two things that were once impossible to come by, much less even imagined. But... it's real. All of it. Dean is really cooking breakfast in the bunker's kitchen, radiating absolute contentment in his too-big robe and in the relaxed line of his shoulders, flour contouring that crooked, sheepish grin.

Castiel has seen a lot of things, and looking at Dean now, he is quite certain that he has never seen anything more perfect.

Judging by the sound that escapes Dean's lips, he must not have been expecting to feel the warmth of Cas' fingers ghosting around his waist. Cas takes his time at first, tracing the points and curves and lines of Dean's hips. Memorizing them. Savoring him. Noting each and every moment that makes him shiver. And craving each moment that makes his own heart flutter in reply.

He pulls himself in closer, and closer, and closer, until he’s pressed up against Dean’s back, arms fully snaked around his middle. He tucks his head down into the crook of Dean’s neck and a soft, gentle hum pours out of Dean in reply. The sound vibrates between them as Dean presses his flour-stained stubble right into Cas’ hair.

Up this close, Dean smells like cinnamon and coffee mixed with sleep and fresh mountain air. It's addictive, he knows he could spend an eternity just breathing him in if he thought Dean would let him. He can't imagine ever growing tired of it. Or him. Of soaking in his warmth and feeling the push and pull of his lungs up against his chest.

Dean is alive. And he's here. And he's his. And if this moment were to be his last, it is one he knows he could cherish forever.

"I love you," Cas murmurs, his lips brushing against the spaces of Dean's neck that he knows will make his breath hitch.

Dean grabs hold of Cas' arms, still securely wrapped around him. Keeping him safe. Keeping him close.

"Yeah," he whispers back. "Yeah, sunshine, I love you too."

And there, in the silence and stillness of the moment that follows, Castiel decides that maybe, just maybe, breakfast can wait a little while longer.

sigh just thinkin abt cas coming behind dean in the kitchen and wrapping his hands around deans waist, running his fingers over dean hipbones, nose on deans neck, just breathing in the man he loves in the morning

[corancoranthemagicalman]

Hi bestie! Tis’ I your sndc gift giver!!🌻

I just wanted to let you know that I read your answers on my ask and is currently cooking up stuffff.

And I really like that we are already vibing together in destiel related content cuz I love baby!jack and dclcu too 💖

And the other things you mentioned are also bangers💥

Bestie anon out! *jackles salut*

I can smell the cooking from here, bestie! I'm super excited for it 🌺

Baby Jack is too cute for words. It's to the point that I've actually turned people into baby jack truthers. It is my beloved. and the dclcu is the epitome of the soft epilogue so all in all, excellent taste bestie <3

Best of luck to you, and I'm super excited to see everyone's things from this exchange event!!

[domesticdeanwinchester]

so glad to see the dash dclcu truthing tonight, it truly is cleansing for the soul

[deanskitchen]

cas coming home from his weekly farmers market trip with sam and finding dean laying out under the shade of a willow tree with jack napping peacefully on his chest.

[deanskitchen]

reminder that i track #userkels and #heymocha and will consume any and all dclcu content like an unhinged ravenous animal :)<3

[deanskitchen]

new icon and mobile theme how we feelin

[deanskitchen]

is there a lake house verse discord / is it open

there is not one actually! however mochadean dot tumblr dot com is always open for dclcu conversations my friend 💙 inbox, dm, or i track #heymocha and #userkels if you want to tag me.

[deanskitchen]

Hi there! We aren’t mutuals or anything but i adORE your dclcu content. I have a fic/ficlet idea brewing for this. If I ever actually got the time/energy to write it, do you like to be tagged in these kinds of things? By complete strangers? lol :)

Also, just wanna say i love your blog in general. The energy is always so warm and pleasant. It’s like the tumblr version of enjoying a cup of hot cocoa while snuggling with your BFFs by the fire <3

it's actually written desticule law that both @plantdadcas and i must be tagged in any and all dclcu content godbles<3

[deanskitchen]

Hey! What does dclcu mean??

oh bestie you have come to the right place<3

the beloved dclcu is the deancas lakehouse cinematic universe, a lakehouse endgame!! here's the link to the ask where i went into more detail about it and here's the link to my tag to collect all the content and good vibes :)

[deanskitchen]

I just realized I made a mistake when I sent you an anon about why I followed you & the dclcu: I think I said 'plantdadcas walked so the dclcu could run' because I thought you *were* plantdadcas! I can't tell who's who anymore because of all the spooky name changes, but feel free to disregard lol. No shade intended towards plantdadcas/dadstiel my beloved, who's also been talking about the dclcu a lot lately. The more deancas lakehouse the better. 🤠🌅👼

actually you did send that one to her dfdhdhjdgdj but it's all good no matter what! @dadstiel my bestie my beloved my dclcu co-founder and also the one responsible for the dclcu name. but 'the more deancas lakehouse the better' SO TRUE!!!!

[deanskitchen]

ok ill bite. what is the dclcu

HI HELLO! THERE'S MY FAVORITE QUESTION ❤️❤️

the dclcu is the deancas lakehouse cinematic universe!! my beloved lakehouse endgame for a semi-retired dean and cas. i go into more detail about it in this ask and i also have a dclcu tag to collect all the best vibes.