#and my head just went 'DESTIEL'

[hells-plaid-angel]

Julia Armfield - Our Wives Under the Sea

[babygirlwolverine]

do you think dean uses cas’ name differently pending on how he’s talking to cas? like sometimes it’s “oh cas my handsome husband” when dean is flirting, and sometimes it’s “cas,” murmured softly when dean is feeling fond, or “caaaasss” drawn out in a moment of stuttering pleasure, or “cas, sweetheart,” when dean is smiling at cas and he’s just so happy and content, and then there’s times when dean’s mad and that’s when it’s “castiel!” because a certain angel is most definitely in trouble and not the good kind of trouble

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

Macdennis real

Source: saw it in a dream

[indigogirled]

i’m always shocked at how deep dean supernaturals voice is he looks too femme

this is such a can of worms it’s so funny that you sent this to me

[m4yday-m4yday]

i went back to the boba tea shop and i drew destiel

it's kind of ehh bc the barista was looking at me the whole time and i was nervous ;-;

probably cus i was in there for 90 minutes just sitting there drawing and nodding my head aggressively to green day in my earbuds with my very visibly finished drink next to me i should have left lmao

[tvfangirladdict]

New Show Rec!!!!

If you enjoy watching two men with black cat/golden retriever energy(and not in the order you'd assuume) behave like a bickering, old married couple while simultaneously calling each other 'babe', telling each other they love them all the time, and kicking ass, I've got a show for you. Seriously, you don't even need subtext with these two, they're just blatantly in love with each other and everyone and their mother knows it.

I've fallen down a new rabbit hole. I was looking for a new show to watch and decided to give Hawaii Five-0 a shot finally because I've seen some overlapping appreciation in the Buddie, Destiel, and One Chicago Fandoms. And damn, this did not disappoint. How are more people not completely insane over McDanno??????

Personally, I didn't watch before now because even though I enjoyed MacGyver for a while, I didn't want another overdramatic procedural show filled with outlandish action scenes and bad CGI done by CBS. Cop shows are a dime a dozen now, and nothing about it really stuck out to me. But man, I was wrong.

I was thoroughly impressed by the first season. Between the chemistry between Steve and Danny, the amazing fight scenes that are better than most blockbusters, and their focus on character stories, I was hooked faster than ever.

And while the writing went down hill towards the end just like with most shows(I guess there was a lot going on bts and people were unhappy, I don't know much) and we didn't get the ending we wanted, it's still worth the watch. Besides, this is the perfect recipe for more and better fanfiction to be written in my opinion, when viewers are left unsatisfied.

Anyway, I know the shows a few years old now and the fandom's probably pretty quiet, I'd like to recommend this to any of the Buddie, Destiel, Sevasey, Sterek, etc shippers. There's probably other fandoms and ships similar to these that would enjoy McDanno too, but these are the ones I can think of off the top of my head. Basically, two guys working together with 'old married couple' energy and an unprecedented number non-platonic interactions. These two are the worst I've ever seen in the best way.

So if I can share this with even just one person, I'll be happy, because this is so amazing to watch after living off of scraps on shows like 911 and Supernatural.

[rosemariad]

THE BITTER END | SPN 15x18 DESPAIR: About that Destiel moment in 15x18

Oh boy…the scene that sailed a thousand memes (and counting)…the scene that made us all go feral in the midst of a contentious presidential elections in one of the most disruptive, chaotic years in recent memory (2020 you son of a bitch)

Now i am super late with this since it’s nearly been 4 years since this was aired live on TV and posted like crazy all over the internet BUT…y’all Destiel shippers got robbed. Not just with this scene but the whole Destiel ship in general - just done so dirty.

I started watching this show on and off back in 2021 and I finally got to finish over the summer this year (2024) taking my sweet time, even rewatching certain episodes (for some fanfic writing 😁). I went into this to settle the debate for myself - is this Destiel stuff legit? Or was it taken out of context? Misconstrued.

No. It really wasn’t. They (the powers behind SPN) tried it, tried to pull the wool over people’s heads, with certain fans chiming in (the destiel haters, the homophobes, the anti-mishas, etc.) but no. The SPN showrunners fucked all this up.

From the beginning….

So it’s 15x18 despair - we’re in the last act - shit’s popping off, everything’s going tits up - Billie is trying to hunt Dean down, calling him chaos incarnate. Dean & Cas get trapped in a room with no apparent means of escape or defense - probably should’ve headed for the exit - but I guess since it’s the 3rd to last episode and the execs clearly want things to go back to the status quo 🙄 now’s as good a time as any to cash in on that plot thread from last season and kill Castiel once and for all 😭 (as 1 person pointed out, given the prior context they probably could've just waited Billie out, since them being trapped in that room - Cas was the one that blocked the door anyhow - but I get it SPN showrunners you wanted to get rid of Cas somehow - what a mess)

If you haven’t watched it - here’s where I gasp and scoff in disbelief - please watch it https://youtu.be/l_r9GZeQl1w?si=uVox8PlXByYEYKci

Basically Cas tells Dean he’s the greatest guy he’s ever known, that he fights for love and that Cas lurves Dean 😭 and he’s not the bad things enemies say Dean is. That he’s more than the worst parts of himself - oh Cas.

This was Castiel’s one moment of true happiness - telling the one person whom he adores more than anyone or anything else in the entire universe - that he is loved by Castiel himself.

The confession that triggers Castiel’s demise to go with the empty, takes Billie with him and before Dean can process the massive TRUTH BOMB Castiel just dumped on him, Castiel is gone.

Despair indeed.

They made too many fucking cuts to this scene, at least for Jensen’s coverage. Like if you don’t want Dean to reciprocate…fine. Don’t. But let him fucking respond! Let him use his words. Castiel just told Dean he was in love with him, that is one of the BIGGEST things you can say to somebody in your life. EVER. Especially on TV. And yes it was in love, like romantically. Not platonically because why make such a fucking fuss over fucking platonic friendship! There’s always been a tension between these 2 characters, it hung over between them since season 4. They just made it into a joke, never expecting to get the traction it did over the years. They even tried writing Cas off the show for good back in season 7. But they got stuck with Cas and never really made proper use of him. They literally just waited until the last minute to get rid of him in a way that couldn’t get the show cancelled until that decision had already been made by the network. to make things worse - COVID happened

So don’t tell me the confession doesn’t merit a response, either for or against on Dean’s part - whether he returns Castiel’s affection or not is another story but dammit let Dean speak! How could you not? Cowards!

And Would it be so terrible if Dean did feel something MORE than friendship for the only other individual that has stood by him for so many years? Like really? A relationship doesn’t demand sex (but let’s be honest, Cas probably wanted to fuck the shit outta Dean 🤣) it’s whatever the people in the relationship want! Dean isn’t young by the time s15 rolls around. Older people tend to just want someone to come home to, settle down with. Companionship. Cas fits that to a fucking T. When Dean dreamed of a future, Cas was right there with him (and Sam, cuz Dean always wants his family close as much as he can, given how he grew up).

Couldn’t find a gif of Dean talking about taking some time off after all the craziness of the hunting they do but I’m not crazy I know he wanted it.

The team behind SPN could have finished Dean’s narrative beautifully as man who was driven by fear all his life and opens himself up to a relationship he never saw coming but when the time came he didn’t run because he grew to love more than fear (and choose to live a life of peace after stuck in one of violence for so many years).

This is why Hollywood is shit! Great beginnings, shitty endings. But in this case, it was because they consistently chose NOT to indulge in queer-like narratives with enough care (aside from some other problematic stuff like the treatment towards women being more negative than positive, the inconsistent writing for characters and plot, etc.)

BUT not when it’s the main character 😡 Charlie can be gay AF but not Dean, seriously? That’s fucked. Like at least let him fucking explore/consider it. So people stop watching it who gives AF?! I never even watched the show when it was on air for 15 years, tons of people didn’t. There are still people out there watching SPN for the first time today! People who started but stopped because it’s a show that ran WAAAY longer than any other normally does.

Idk who made it so that Dean couldn’t explore his sexuality or fucked up the Destiel of it all but they SUUUUUUUUCK! You really shat the bed! at least explore it cuz at the end of the day, it may not work out. Gay relationships aren’t that different from straight relationships in that sometimes it just doesn’t work out BECAUSE we’re ALL people. And who knows maybe they could’ve been happy but we’re not allowed to know that canonically because Destiel was never given a CHANCE!

I mean if it was REALLY that big a deal – why introduce it? By making these little suggestions that (in a way that's funny but why would Dean be queer be haha funny - no that's not okay, queerness shouldn't be a joke) furthermore we’re talking about a show on basic cable - all it would’ve taken was fucking hand-holding or the same routine of staring into each other’s eyes like they’d been doing for 12 fucking years already! Just not shying away from the queerness that time. Legend of Korra did it. That 1 Disney show did it (i don’t remember the name). No kissing would’ve been necessary - nice, wishful thinking but not necessary if the kissing became an issue (but seriously it was 2020 man but ofc - that is a year where a pandemic that required social distancing decided to kick in during the final arc of this show) - just so we’re all clear COVID cock blocked Destiel lol jk 🤣

All those times they had Dean & Cas stare into each other's eyes – the forces at work – showrunners, writers, directors AND editors & the network who is showing this to audiences – if its such a big fucking deal - Don't leave it in. By leaving it in, you're allowing people to make assumptions about the relationship – it happens literally every time in every story ever told. You put 2 people in a scene and they're not family (though not always the case) or JUST friends (explicitly proven) there's a chance SOMEONE is gonna wanna ship them no matter how likely it is (OR NOT) they'll hookup or become a couple. That's just how it is. So don't fan the flames and then turn it around on fans that they're wrong, crazy or misinterpreting. If Wincest can exist, so can Destiel and any other ship. That being said, y’all Destiel shippers were ROBBED but I don’t need to tell you that.

I don’t think the relationship would’ve been perfect or smooth sailing - their friendship as it was on the show sure wasn’t. And Dean wasn’t the only one with issues - Cas had some bad qualities too - the angel liked to lie and for a while there he was extremely averse to conflict. And Dean…he gets real fucking angry 😬 not a good mix for a relationship- hell even a friendship.

But the two had a profound bond, with a great deal of affection for one another and that’s what got them through betrayal, fights, amnesia, curses, apocalypses, and all the ugliness in between. They could’ve made it. Or they could’ve just had Cas and Dean stay friends - but we’ll never know since Cas was pretty much omitted after 15x18 - there were references - like only 2 though 😒

Really SPN? 😒😔 so lazy. But sure, go ahead, blame COVID. It’s not like phones exist. It’s not like the actor couldn’t have just recorded Castiel’s voice nope. Totally not an option 🤦🏾‍♀️ same goes for the other characters - Jody, Donna, Eileen - you know all the other characters Sam & Dean cared about but sure - fuck ‘em too. Status quo is the only thing that matters - SMH.

[ohsc]

Hmm what about Destiel, Dean lashes out at Cas for whatever reason you like

Comfort angst ofc :3

hi lovely!! tysm for the req <3 | destiel, 0.9k, hurt/comfort, fluff, kinda unedited

His eyes were pulsing. Dean squeezed his eyes shut, a palm pressed to his forehead, and he prayed that the pain would subside soon.

Well, maybe prayed was the wrong term. The only reason he had a headache was because he’d been so stressed after the argument with his angel. Maybe he didn’t get the right to pray in that moment.

His mattress was too hard beneath his back, his head hurt too much, his room was too quiet, and all he wanted was to roll over and lay his head on Cas’ chest until the pain went away. Instead, he laid alone in his bedroom with a bottle of whiskey and the guilt that settled heavily on his chest, and the knowledge that Cas was sat alone in the library.

It had been an argument that had gotten far more heated than necessary, and had been so bad that Sam had taken Jack out of the room when things had really kicked off. They shouted, said things they didn’t mean, and then Dean retreated back to his room feeling sick and growing a headache.

That had been two hours ago.

Dean groaned and rolled onto his side, grabbed one of his pillows and pushed it so tightly against his head in an attempt to block out any light in the room, wanting the ache to just go away. Realistically, he knew he could’ve just asked Cas to use his grace, but Dean was too stubborn to go back out there, even if he wanted nothing more in that moment then his angel.

With the pillow shoved tightly against the side of his head, more importantly his ear, the only thing Dean was able to hear was the thump thump thump of the headache in his skull, so he wasn’t aware that the door had opened until he felt a hand on his shoulder and he flinched, shoved the pillow off and sat up so quickly that his neck cracked.

“Jesus Christ, Cas.”

Cas was sat on the bed beside Dean’s knees, and he looked ever so guilty at making him jump. “Sorry, Dean.”

Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, pushed a breath out of his lungs as he sat out properly. “Thought we’d gotten over you scarin’ the shit outta me when you stopped zapping everywhere.”

Another apology seemed to be on the tip of the angel’s tongue before he paused, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

Dean glared, a deadpanned look. “Oh, nothing. I’m having such a pleasant evening.”

Cas’ look also soured. “No, not that. You look like you’re in pain. What’s wrong? I can help.”

Dean clenched his jaw, and tried to stop his eyelids from blinking too much beneath the light of his bedroom, which made the pulsing headache feel like a sledgehammer. “It’s fine.”

“Dean.”

He huffed a breath. Cas always had held a habit of seeing right through him. “Feels like I’ve got Annie Wilkes knocking around my skull.”

“You could have come and told me,” Cas spoke with far more gentleness than Dean deserved as he leaned forwards, and pressed his palm to Dean’s forehead, his other hand lifting to cradle his jaw. The first touch was necessary, the latter wasn’t. It made Dean feel better than whatever the grace would do. He didn’t seem mad anymore. “Here.”

Cas’ eyes flashed and the relief in his head was palpable. Dean closed his eyes and let out a shuddered breath as it felt like cold water was poured over and inside his head, washed away any remnants of the headache until the only pain left was the guilt settled within his ribs, along with the enochian that Cas had carved there, like he had carved a space for himself within Dean’s soul.

“Thanks,” when he reopened his eyes, he was met with the usual comforting blue of his angel’s eyes. “Listen, Cas-”

“It’s fine,” Cas’ throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I understand that I was being a little difficult-”

“Understatement.”

The angel glared before he continued. “Sometimes I forget that my actions can get a little reckless. This is the first time in… eternity, that I’ve ever had somebody to be safe for.”

His stupid boyfriend and his stupid poetic words. If he hadn’t already forgiven him, then he would’ve then.

“You sap,” Dean rolled his eyes, but felt himself glow when he got a small smile in response. “Sorry for yelling though, man. I just… don’t like the idea of you getting hurt. Y’know. Again,” his own lips quirked up too. “If you could stop dying for us like once a month that’d be great.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Dean smiled, the rift between them healed as quickly as his headache had been, and leaned in to kiss him. Kisses had meant nothing to Dean for so long. Kisses had just meant that the girl he’d met at whatever bar he was at was someone he’d possibly spend the night with. It had always been rushed and lustful, tongue and spit and lipgloss. He’d never kissed somebody as carefully as he kissed Cas; a hand on his jaw, slow precise movements, shared breaths. Love.

When he pulled back, Cas had also completely softened. “Dean?”

“Mm?”

“You should stop dying for us, too.”

Dean snorted. A fair trade, it seemed.

[cinderellarhea]

people i want to know better!

tagged by @herrmannhalsteadproduction (I love stuff like this thank u for tagging ❤️❤️)

LAST SONG? Live and let die by Paul McCartney (it was in my head bc of this bucktommy spy au fic by @herrmannhalsteadproduction (whaaa who’s that hehe 🥰) which everyone should read!!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/57261649/chapters/145654609 )

FAVORITE COLOR? PINK 🩷

CURRENTLY WATCHING? I binged all of 911 this summer so then I just…. went back to season 1 and started again 🥰 I’m also rewatching Leverage for the like 1000th time ! Everyone should watch/rewatch leverage in the summer it’s so fun!!!!!

LAST MOVIE? Twister (my sister wanted to see this as a joke and but it was like really good) also. Whenever I watch stuff I ask: Could Destiel do this? The answer for Twister is yes.

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? Sweet!!!!!! I love chocolate the most 🩷🍫🍩🍪

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? Single :0 I want a girlfriend sooooo bad is anyone taking applications hahah 😘🏳️‍🌈

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? Im like. Obsessed with 911. Like it’s bad I have it bad. Like Evan Buck Buckley is soooooooo blorbo I’m rotating him in my mind 🫡❤️ I have like …… 124 ao3 tabs open rn. I’m not exaggerating. 😂🥰 also !!!!! Really obsessed with storytelling/story structures rn - I think it’s bc a lot of my students are doing college essays rn and bc I took another writing class this summer ! But I’m just so interested in the movement and flow and structure of stories rn ! Im like usually obsessed with that but I’m working on my own fiction too rn so like the obsession is stronger again!!!!!

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? Im not 100% sure and when I went to check my tabs it’s just all ao3 so like. Yeah. Idk.

This was fun! Tagging ppl no pressure but if you wanna make one!!! ❤️

@daalcuntynatural @butch--dean @chronicpainnatural @kerryweaverlesbian @ohithankyou @desert--moonchild @kinard-buckley @ily-tothecore @perfectlysunny02 @aspecbuddie

[ltleflrt]

for that prompt game you reblogged, how about destiel and #7? :)

…to shut them up. (kiss prompts)

The groans of misery coming from the kitchen told Castiel that Dean hadn’t given up on playing his favorite game while Castiel had gone to answer the door.  He smiled over the pizza boxes stacked in his arms when another round of dismay burst from the kitchen.

“Why was 2019 afraid of 2020?” Dean asked as Castiel stepped through the doorway.  His eyes sparkled with mischief and he grinned at his reluctant audience.  “Because they had a fight and 2021.”

“What the fuck,” Claire demanded.

Dean’s grin widened and he leaned into her, bumping shoulders.  “Get it? C’mon, I know you get it.”

Claire put a hand over Dean’s face and shoved him away.  “I get it! Now get out of my face!”

Across the table, Sam had his face in his hands, Jody looked like she was ready to go for her gun, Donna was red in the face from trying to stifle her giggles behind her hands, and Jack was frowning in confusion.

“I don’t get it,” Jack said.

“You know,” Dean said, gesturing expansively as Castiel set the pile of pizza boxes on the table.  “Twenty twenty won. It won the fight!”

Jack shook his head slowly.  “But numbers can’t fight.”

“Oh my god,” Sam murmured, “this is the seven ate nine joke all over again.”

Just for that, Castiel hoped the veggie pizza was on the bottom of the stack.  He settled down in his seat next to Dean, and smiled when a warm hand found his thigh under the table.

“You get it, right, Cas?” Dean asked hopefully.  “You know, because twenty--”

Castiel cut him off with a kiss.  Dean made a surprised sound and went still for a moment before he kissed back.  His lips curled against Castiel’s in a smile, and his fingers tightened on Castiel’s thigh.  And then his tongue brushed against Castiel’s bottom lip, and Castiel--

“Ew, not in front of my salad,” Claire grumped, through a mouth full of pizza.

--Castiel forgot they had an audience.  But he didn’t feel even a little abashed, as he leaned back.  Dean’s eyes were a little glazed, and his cheeks were pink.  Beautiful, as always.

“What was that for?” Dean murmured.

“It was the easiest way to shut you up,” Castiel pointed out, grinning when Dean began to splutter.  “It was either that or shove pizza in your mouth.”

“I’ll shove something in your mouth,” Dean grumbled.  Then he went bright red, when he realized just exactly what he’d said.

“Later,” Castiel promised.  “Pizza first.  And no more dad jokes.”

Dean blushed harder, but he scooted a little closer to Castiel on the bench, and his hand strayed a little higher on Castiel’s thigh.  

[kerryweaverlesbian]

I want destiel with 13 or 22 (the prompts you reblogged)

Take it easy, with me please, touch me gently, like a summer evening breeze

"You know what this mix is called, Cas?" Dean murmers, pressing his forehead to the side of Castiel's and changing their sway to match the new rhythm.

They've been dancing alone in the kitchen, slow and close, for something like half an hour, and these are the first words either of them have spoken since Dean pulled Cas in. On one side their hands are tangled loosely together, and on the other their arms cross over at their waists, keeping them both pressed together, chest to chest.

"No," Cas says, playing along. They both knew the tape had already been in the stereo when Dean had reached out and pressed play. It wasn't one Cas recognised; all slow, a lot of crooning women.

"It's called, 'For Cas, if we win'. I made it while you were gone." Dean's breath warms the tip of Cas’s ear, and his meaning warms him everywhere else.

"Was there an 'if we lose'?"

Dean shifts his head back to look Cas in the eye. "No. I was never going to happen."

Andante, andante, just let the feeling grow.

Enchanted by the devotion in Dean's eyes, he's caught of guard by his sudden, amused smile. He understands when Dean sings along, sotto voce, "Touch my soul, you know how. Forgot that was coming."

"You've touched mine, now," Cas reminds him, "Or, the closest thing I have to one."

That's how he'd gotten out of the Empty, Dean cradling his Grace to his chest and then fighting his way back through miles of black, sucking sludge, beset by angels, demons and the Empty's own power as he went. The place had been a lot more active since the last time Cas had been stuck there, but no less bleak. There had only been a chance for Dean to finally choke out an, "I love you too, you fucking idiot," when they'd collapsed back out through the portal before he'd fallen asleep for 15 hours straight.

"Your hands were very gentle," Cas notes, and he can feel Dean's face heat as he moves them cheek to cheek, an endearing and unsuccessful attempt to hide his blush. "I felt very secure."

"I didn't want to drop you," Dean admits at a mumble, then complains, "You were freaking slippery, man."

"My apologies," Cas teases, and Dean knocks him with his hip in playful retaliation. "If it helps, you fought me all the way from Hell to your gravesite."

"Sounds like me," Dean says, with a prideful grin that Cas can hear in his voice.

I'm your music. I'm your song.

"Yes. Had I known then how you would change me, I might have held you even tigher."

"Or you might have let go, save yourself the trouble," Dean quips, but there's a fragility to it that has Cas stop the dance and take Dean's cheek in his palm, guiding him to look at him.

Play me time and time again, and make me strong.

"I wouldn't trade the life that we have built for anything. All the time that I have loved you has been-" Cas can't help the tears starting to catch at his voice - "Has been the best of my existence."

Dean's welling up along with him. Perhaps they will both cry every time he tells Dean he loves him. A very small price to pay, in comparison.

"Cas," Dean says in a rasp, and knocks their foreheads together gently. Two teardrops fall from Dean's eyes to Cas’s cheeks with the movement.

Andante, andante, tread lightly on my ground.

No matter who moved in for the kiss, they both lean into it, careful and soft and everything they haven't managed to be with each other until this point. The passion shared between them is palpable, even as the kiss remains relatively chaste. There's no finish line to run to, anymore. No Apocalypse to beat. They have the time to dance together, just as slowly as they please.

Andante, andante, oh please don't let me down.

[sillylilbrainrot]

i feel like i see so much genuine hopelessness from the fandom surrounding nandermo.

& i totally understand that because it’s been 5 seasons with no outright confessions or big conversations , but i can’t help but feel like we really do need to trust the writers & see it through to the end?

yes every time a new interview comes out it makes everything that much more confusing but also…if they came right out & told us exactly what was going to happen that would be incredibly disappointing?

idk maybe it’s because i remember being deep in the destiel trenches back in the day & having literally nothing but subtext to go on, but wwdits feels more intentional than that. the trifecta of shows back then was literally all subtext with the tiniest glimmer of hope — that never, ever paid off.

when you rewatch wwdits with your nandermo goggles on, you see so many things that the writers & directors are specifically peppering in that lead us to take a closer look at nandor & guillermo’s relationship dynamic. it’s in every single season, but most prominently in s3 & onward. i remember feeling so disappointed with s4 but now, rewatching, there are so many things that feel intentional that went over my head in the moment.

i still feel hopeful (beyond just delusion) because i think that the interviews are meant to not give too much away so that the actual payoff in the show is that much more satisfying.

maybe at the end of this season i’ll look back on this & be totally wrong but for now, i’m choosing to remain hopeful for this silly little vampire show

[xxxdestieltrutherxxx]

YOU GUYS WONT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TO ME

something INSANE just happened. ok, so, I was on the bus watching @strange-aeons video on the croaker when a girl with long dark ebony hair with purple streaks and red tips sat beside me. she was SO CUTE AND GOTH!!!!! so, she glances at my phone and says "omg. is that father strange??" I WAS SCREAMING. SHE KNEW A STRANGE AEONS AND SHE WAS LIKE SO PERFECT IN EVERY WAY. So naturally I said yes, this is strange's video on the croaker and complimented her goth outfit. We literally spent like 17 minutes talking ab the croaker when a group of em*s got in the bus. The perfect girl that sat beside me (lets call her S) was like ughhhh I hate em*s. which SAME they're literally posers that don't even dress well but ok. anyway, so the em*s got in front of us and started talking among themselves like the squirmy little rats they are, and then the leader (let's call him dumble door) said "you goths are posers. get out of the way" and S said "Ummm we're literally just minding our business. please be respectful." by now most of the bus was watching us, but they were watching more at us than the em*s. they said "this is a em*s zone, you can't be here. goths are posers because they don't live the em* lifestyle, you're just a phase and nothing more" I was furious. so, I said "well actually the bus is public transport, and public means that any person of the populous can use it. so clearly you don't know what public means and are just using your harmful em* rhetoric to harm goths. also, we goths have a very extensive culture and historical background, which you clearly dont know. if your so keen on ignorance then you should get out on the next stop (the next stop was next to a school)" the bus WENT WILD, even the old lady (there was an old lady) was cheering us on. Then one of the emos started crying and got out of the bus while it was moving. I guess we made our point VERY clear. The other emos just moved away to some seats far from us. anyway, a few minutes later me and S got out of the bus and decided to head towards my home to marathon strange's vids. but when we arrived at my house, S said "so... there's something I haven't told you...." then she TOOK OF HER WIG. turns out S, wasn't S at all. She was actually. Strange Aeons. Her hair was also more ebony than the wig. It was also her birthday so I made a cake with blood (we're goth) and celebrated the rest of the day by watching destiel edits (I'm a heller). Yeah, I guess I can say I had a crazy day.

[watchandread02]

For the "Holidays with the Winchesters: A very Destiel Advent Calendar" by @archervale and @wormstacheangel

Day Twenty five: Announcement

Ao3

Sam stops in his tracks as he is about to pass the living room. There lying on the couch all snuggled up together, were Dean and Cas. Cas arms are wrapped protectively around Dean, as Dean’s head lays pillowed on his chest. Sam rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but no, the two of them were still there. He walks into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee and waits for everyone else to wake up. Though it would probably take some time, as they had stayed up pretty late last night, it being New Years Eve. Slowly everyone else trickled in and by the looks on their faces, they had seen the pair snuggled up on the couch as well.

“Do you think they finally admitted their feelings for each other?” Jack asks, after everyone has settled around the table, while being varying degrees of awake.

“To be completely honest. I don’t know,” Sam says while running his hand through his hair, “they have always been pretty up in each other's space, though Dean always tries to deny it. It could be that they just fell asleep on the couch together, after everyone else already went to sleep.”

“We’ll just have to wait and see, until the two wake up,” Charlie voices.

A few minutes later they all look towards the doorway, as they hear footsteps approaching. Dean comes into view, though the former angel is nowhere to be seen.

“Good morning, to all of you too. You good there?” Dean asks as he walks towards the coffee machine, to pour himself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah all, good. Everything alright with you?” Jody asks, the first to recover and stop staring after Dean.

“Jup. Slept pretty good,” Dean answers, as he begins to make breakfast for himself, pulling eggs and bacon out of the fridge. “Are you still expecting something, or why do you all keep looking towards the door?”

“Oh, uh, I guess. Still waiting for Cas to show up,” Claire replies.

Dean starts scrambling the eggs as he says, “I’m sure he’ll be here in a moment. He’s still adjusting to being human after all. Takes him a bit longer to wake up in the morning.”

And true to his word, Cas walks through the door a few moments later. Cas still looks half asleep as he trudges up to Dean, who without looking up hands Cas his cup of coffee. Cas takes a sip, before putting the cup down and to everyone's shock hugging Dean from behind, resting his head between Dean's shoulder blades.

Dean huffs out a laugh, as he works around the arms now encircling his waist, “you alright there, Octopus?”

Cas mumbles something unintelligible to the people sitting at the table, with their mouths dropped wide open in shock at the scene before them. Dean seemed to have understood though as he says, “I’m almost finished here Cas, why don’t you take the coffee to the table and i’ll join you in a moment?”

Cas does as he was told, taking the cup and heading for the only two seats still open. Dean finishes up at the stove and plates up the food, before moving to sit down next to Cas. After Dean placed the plate on the table, a hand on his wrist stops him from sitting down. Cas uses that hand to pull Dean into his lap and wraps his arms around Dean. Instead of tensing up and shooting up like Sam thought his brother would, he just relaxes into the hug and starts eating, occasionally feeding Cas some food. When the two are finished eating, they finally look around the room, noticing the silence for the first time.

“Do I have something on my face or something?” Dean asks, though Sam can detect the nervous tone in his brother's voice.

“Nah, just didn't expect you to act so domestic, Deano,” Gabriel answers.

Donna pipes up, “we kind of thought you would deny what we all saw, when we walked by the library. We didn’t take you for the big PDA type of person, Dean.”

Dean turns to look at Cas, who is watching him with literal heart eyes, though Dean isn’t far behind.

Finally Cas speaks up for the first time, “Dean and I got engaged yesterday. And we figured since there isn’t going to be anyone after us anymore, it would be okay for us to show our affection openly.”

There is silence as everyone takes in that new information.

Cas and Dean share a look and Dean breaks the silence by announcing, “Well surprise, I guess. We got engaged!”

“Wait!” Sam screams out.

Twin confused looks are turned towards Sam, “what do you mean wait?”

“You’re engaged?” Sam asks.

Dean rubs the back of his neck, “yeah we are. We thought you had all seen the rings,” they both hold up their left hands, where the rings placed on their ring fingers glimmer in the light.

“We thought you had finally gotten together. Don’t you think that immediately getting engaged is a bit fast? I mean we all know that you have loved each other for years. But we thought you would take it at a slower pace,” Claire explains.

“What do you mean by us just getting together? We have been together for years,” Cas says.

There is a beat of silence, before Gabe speaks up, “yeah none of us knew about that, Cassie.”

“We both thought that all your comments were to tease us about us getting together. All of you have commented on our relationship in some way. And we always thought that being discreet about it, would maybe keep some of our enemies from using our love for each other. And well, we just didn’t think we had to announce it to anyone. I mean come on, Sammy, Cas told me he loved me right in front of you. A lot of you have seen the way I acted when Cas was dead. Did seriously none of you know that Cas and I were together, before today?” Dean asks.

“Well apparently we hid it better than we thought we did, ” Cas voices, looking towards Dean, who is still sitting on Cas’ lap.

“Yeah I guess so,” Dean says, staring back at Cas.

The both of them move in and share a gentle kiss.

Sam is kind of weirded out by this. He had never thought that his brother could be this domestic with someone. Especially with Cas. Sam thought that he would never see the day his brother would be so comfortable in his own skin. And now in just a few hours, he had seen his brother cuddled up with Cas on the couch, sitting comfortably on Cas’ lap with everyone else's eyes on them and then sharing a kiss in front of all of them. And also finding out they had actually been together for years and gotten engaged. It will take some time for him to actually get used to this. Though he is still immensely happy for his brother and Cas.

Dean wiggles on Cas’ lap a bit, settling in even more, “you know that you’re actually really comfy, Cas?”

“Did you just call me fat, Dean?” Cas questions with an offended look on his face.

“I think I did. What are you gonna do about that?” Dean asks, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

Cas releases the arms he had wrapped around Dean, “You better start running, I’ll give you a 5 second head start.”

Dean stares at Cas in shock for a moment before springing up from the angel's lap and running out of the room.

Cas looks at all of them for a moment, before getting up from his seat and calmly walking to the doorway, “If you would excuse me I’ve got a hunter to catch.”

With those words Cas too walks around the corner, his fast footsteps echoing down the hallway, before stopping completely, as a door slams closed, presumably Deans.

“I honestly don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that, ” Sam voices, finally breaking the silent stupor they had all been sitting in. Though he feels a smile spreading across his lips, “I am happy for them though.”

The other let out an assortment of agreeable noises. Slowly they all get up from the table and start going about their day. All of them avoid getting too close to Dean and well apparently now also Cas’ room.

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The night before

“Happy new year again, guys,” Sam speaks up, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the three of them after Jody and Donna had gone to bed, a few minutes before.

“Happy new year, Sam,” Cas says, while Dean just nods, still reclined in his chair.

Sam finally stands up from the couch, “I’m gonna head to bed as well. Don’t stay up too late, okay?”

“You can’t tell me what to do, bitch,” Dean answers, to which Sam just gives him a bitch face and then leaves the room.

Dean waits a moment for Sam’s footsteps to fade away, before moving over to sit down beside Cas on the couch. Cas immediately pulls him close to his side and Dean snuggles in close.

“You know, I don’t think it would really bother anyone if we showed our affection

“I know that. But deep down, I still have this fear that some big bad will pop up. And that you will be used to make me suffer,” Dean admits, as he buries his head into Cas’ shoulder.

Cas pulls Dean’s face up from where he had been hiding it and makes him look into his eyes. Dean can see the love shining in them.

“I can totally understand your concerns, especially knowing what your life has been like. But be assured in the knowledge that even if there ever comes another ‘big bad’, none of the people in the bunker right now would ever rat our relationship out to anyone else. They haven’t over all the years we have been together, so they won’t start up now. So it should be alright for us to act at least a little bit more affectionate in front of everyone else,” Cas explains.

Dean just nods and cuddles close into Cas’ side again. Freely taking the comfort he needs at the moment. Dean palms the box in his pocket, nervously, debating if now is the moment.

Coming to a decision, Dean asks, “Hhy Cas, can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” at this Dean gives Cas a gentle shove, “go ahead, Dean.”

Taking one final fortifying breath, Dean gets off the couch and gets down on one knee.

Taking the box from his pocket and opening it up, Dean begins his speech, “I have loved you for so many years. So many of them in secret. Because we always had to look over our shoulders, in case anyone would be able to use our love against each other. But now that everything is calm, I want to show the whole world that I love you. It might still take me some time to do so fully in public, but I promise you that I will always do my best. I want to be able to tell people that you aren’t only my best friend, but that you’re also the love of my life. I want to be able to tell people that you’re my husband. So what do you say, Cas? Will you marry me?” Dean asks.

Cas nods with tears already starting to make their way down his face, “yes of course, I will! Of course, I’ll marry you!”

Dean places the ring on Cas’ finger with shaking hands, his vision is a little blurry because of the tears gathered in his eyes. Once the ring is securely placed on Cas’ finger, Css tackles Dean to the ground. Dean lets out a loud laugh, as Cas starts peppering his face with kisses. After a few moments Cas’ onslaught stops and they stare at each other for a moment, before moving in for a deep kiss. After they seperate for air, Cas pulls Dean up into a sitting position.

“You know I wanted to ask you something as well,” Cas says.

“What is it?” Dean wonders.

Cas rummages in his pocket for a moment, before pulling out a ring, “will you marry me as well, Dean?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Dean answers as he holds out his left hand so Cas can put the ring on it. Dean pulls Cas into a kiss, both of them smile into it.

After a few minutes of just basking in this new feeling, they finally get up from the ground and settle on the couch again. Dean starts to play with the fingers on Cas’ left hand, stroking his finger over the ring every so often.

“It’s kind of funny that we both had the same thought.” Dean says.

“I take this as a sign that we are both ready for the next step in our relationship. It’s actually very reassuring.” Cas says.

They sit in silence after that, both encouraged by Cas’ words. After a while Dean can feel his eyes starting to slip closed and his head comes to rest on Cas’ shoulder.

Cas lays down on the couch, pulling Dean down on top of himself. They lay there with their left hands entwined between, their rings resting against each other. As Dean listens to Cas’ heartbeat, he slowly starts to drift off, not being strong enough to make it back to his bedroom right now. A soft smile settles on his lips as he imagines the reactions they will get, when they announce that they are engaged tomorrow.

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Hello! Is there anyway you could write a Dean/Cas (Romantic or platonic, up to you.) Dean is the sickee, maybe while on the road or just laying around in the bunker. Maybe he’s extra grouchy and irritable and Castiel just *knows* there is something wrong with his man.

So my favorite way to write destiel is somewhere in between. Not an established romantic relationship exactly but definitely not platonic either. An unspoken relationship that everyone knows about but never says outloud. Also this is really short, sorry.

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"What?" Dean asked shortly, having caught Cas watching him for just a bit too long.

"Are you alright Dean?" Cas asked, already knowing what the answer was going to be.

"I'm fine," Dean huffed.

Cas knew he wasn't though. He'd known as soon as Dean came into the kitchen that morning looking like he hadn't slept in days, dark circles under bloodshot eyes, face pale with slightly flushed cheeks. Then he'd made two pieces of toast for breakfast instead of his usual bacon and eggs.

All telltale signs of a fever and an upset stomach. Dean was clearly sick, but Cas knew he wasn't going to admit it very easily. So he just rolled his eyes and went back to scrolling through news feeds on the laptop.

The next time he looked up, Dean was leaned back in his chair, eyes closed. Had he fallen asleep? He really must be sick...

"Dean?" Cas asked quietly, not wanting to startle him. Dean tended to react aggressively when someone startled him.

"Hmm?" Dean jolted awake, eyes darting around the room for a second before settling on Cas.

"You fell asleep?" Cas asked, although he didn't really mean it as a question. What he meant was 'what's wrong with you?', which Dean would know. Whether or not he answered honestly was another question entirely.

"Didn't sleep well," Dean shrugged noncommittally.

Cas nodded. As if he believed that a poor night of sleep was the only thing going on with Dean. He thought better of pressing the issue any further for the moment, as he knew it would only made Dean angry. He was grumpy when he was sick.

A few minutes later Dean got up and walked out of the room. Cas heard the shower turn on from down the hall.

"What's wrong with him?" Sam asked, likely having passed Dean in the hallway and had the same concerns that Cas had.

"He's sick," Cas shrugged.

Sam raised an eyebrow skeptically, "He tell you that?"

"No," Cas rolled his eyes. "But he is," he added.

"I don't know man, I feel like Dean never gets sick," Sam shrugged, still not buying it. But Cas knew the man better than Sam did, and he knew that Dean was sick.

As if on cue, the sound of retching came from down the hall to prove Cas's point.

Sam winced, "Hangover?" he suggested.

"All he ate for breakfast was some toast, which means that he's sick because if he was hungover he would have made bacon or something," Cas shook his head.

Sam held his hands up in mock surrender, realizing that Cas had been right. "Should we go check on him?" he asked, gesturing over his shoulder.

"I'll go," Cas said, standing up from the table. He knew that Dean would still be reluctant to accept his help, but even more so from his little brother.

He gave Sam a light clap on the shoulder as he passed, knowing that Sam was worried about his brother, even if he wouldn't admit it. But Cas would take care of him, regardless of if Dean wanted him to or not.

[yourlilkaiju]

Here is the Reason Why I Am Not A Destiel Fan Anymore:

And the reasons I refuse to go back to being one:

So in retrospect, the SuperWhoLock fandom has been by and large a pretty big fandom that has been running a good while. I don't think it's stopped. I have always loved Doctor Who, as that- alongside the works of Mr.Henson and the brilliant creations from his creature shop, were my first introductions to all things weird and other worldly. Horror was another story. I will be more than happy to talk about that another day. So as time went on, in abouts the late summer/early fall of 2005, right before I turned 13, I was introduced to Supernatural. Starring Jared Padelecki and Jensen Ackles. The person I was watching it with was bouncing up and down, all excited because "Oh my gosh, it's so nice to see you watching something other than anime." (The cow.), and because it was nearing Halloween time and it was both of our favorite time of year for two very different reasons. This would end up being the start of my enjoyment of a long running series that had a good premise, but a very confusing story line after season five. (Sorry but it felt...skewed after that point. But I stayed loyal.) In any case, I eventually started shipping Destiel because of the constant queer baiting. Which didn't exactly, idk help the situation? And with that I ended up being a shipper for a good seven and a half, I repeat, SEVEN AND A HALF FUCKING YEARS. Hardly anyone sticks with a shop that long. (But being autistic you kind of stick with a lot of things for a long ass time. *Mumbles something about a certain one winged angel from the nineties*.)

My enjoyment of the ship came to a close when I was at a fantasy convention the spring of 2016. I was at one of the Double tree locations with an ex of mine and dressed up as a fae queen, laughing, having a good time and just having good conversations with the people at our table. I was with a troupe that my ex and I had started and we were initially responsible for acting out as "hosts" for the opening and closing for these events, and even "opening the portals to the realms" 🙄. When out of character we were still expected to be gracious hosts....well, more like I was. The man could get away with spilling a punch bowl over his head while mooning an entire audience, yet still somehow do no wrong. If I complained, or made a peep in my defense, the whole world would come crashing down. Even with some of the people we spent time with. And some of the people we spent time with were Destiel shippers who liked to bring strangers into our space without asking, or without any given warning or invitation. At that time, it'd been Supernatural fans who were not only Destiel shippers....but also Cockles fans.

[I am going to pause for a moment here because I feel the need to emphasize that shipping is fine. Shipping is a great way to escape reality for a period of time and even let loose the pent up need for some sort of intimacy in ones life, regardless of the type that is needed. But to allow it to interfere with reality, to force real people into seeing each other and actually make it so that it can't be left alone for years after? That's where there is an issue. And people who can't see that need to re-evaluate themselves and get some fucking help.]

There were few things that my ex and I agreed on, and one of them had been that uninvited guests had been a nono. However, the rules at play prevented me from saying anything while in costume. He had to dismiss the person. He had to tell them it was time to go and that "appreciated the travellers journey, however it was time for the court to take it's respite." . And yet he didn't. So as these people went on, our troupe laughed and carried on with the conversation. I did my best to segue into a different topic, and tried my hardest not to show discomfort. Because to do so would be breaking the rules. The uninvited guests went on....and on...and on. They ignored my attempts and ignored the fact that I had requested two glasses of wine and a white Russian. They carried on about how Destiel was technically canon, and how Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins were secretly dating behind the scenes. I looked for any reason I could to get the hell out of dodge. And I found my salvation when I found a friend of mine standing over by the bar.

"Pardon me, my dear..." I said, with a soft lilt in my voice. "As compelling as this conversation has been, I find that I have urgent business with a friend of the forest." As bewildered as my poor guest was, I immediately left before they could say anything more. I hated the conversation. I hated feeling trapped. It felt draining and honestly, going to my friend was the best decision I felt that I could make. And when I got to him, he mentioned that I looked like I needed help. And for a man like my ex to not say anything, he was a little disappointed.

Over the next few years, I ran into several more of these shippers at events that I'd helped run. I insisted that the rules be changed, and while he did not like it, he knew that I would not back down on the issue. The same people tried joining our gathering by one of our troupe members behest, and without warning. Upon recognizing me, they grew excited and hoped to continue the conversation from the last time they'd seen me.

"Why don't we talk about something else?" I groaned. I recalled the unpleasant experience I had with them last time as they hardly allowed a word in edgewise.

There was a long pause.

As if summoning a great storm, I was suddenly accused of being homophobic and told that I only played a queen because I whined and sobbed my way into it. And I stood there, allowing the insults to continue until they couldn't anymore. I figured it was just best to let them kick dirt at a statue and smile at them exhausting themselves.

I'm sure some of you may think me a horrible person fo this. I am sure some of you are thinking "why are you telling us this? There's no point."

Because some of you need to know the extent of how some fandoms and their shippers behave.

Back then Destiel and Cockles were as bad as LDS's. Now...well they're still just as bad. But twice as aggressive. And while I was one, I don't think I ever went that far. I would often ask things like "Aren't those two married?" When it came to the Cockles fans. Or say "I'm from way south Alabama and experienced ISA, please stop." To the Wincest shippers. Every single time I would say something like this, some would try to come directly for my throat. Literally. Hell, someone grabbed me by the hair once. All because I dared to disagree.

It's a fucking series.

With fictional characters.

Played by actors.

And all the special effects are done by the crew.

But some people can't seem to grasp that.

I refuse to entangle myself back in that sticky little web and I would rather watch it burn itself out. I would prefer to see it go up in flames as it gets rejected by the fandoms it tries to infect, JUST because it is politely disagreed with.

Because it doesn't leave people alone after being told no or receiving the sense that, maybe, a person is uncomfortable.