#cas + angel father

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Destiel Pride - Day 21; Most faithful mirror

[destiel-is-a-way-of-life]

The last thought I had, I threw it into this bottomless hole of a website (affectionate). I was pleasantly surprised by the result. Time for round 2!

After Cas fell, he started losing feathers. Not because the feathers themselves were unhealthy. After all, Cas’ grace keeps them from being diseased/flea-ridden/mangled. As well as the fact that Cas’ wings are in the fourth dimension, so time moves weirdly there BUT THATS BESIDE THE POINT. Cas started to lose feathers because the thing that bound them to his wings was, quite simply, Heaven. When Heaven and Castiel cut ties, so did the magic that sewed Cas’ feathers to his wings.

At first, Cas didn’t care. Perhaps because of this, he will lose his ability to fly. So be it. But as he learnt more and more of humanity, he grew somewhat sentimental. He started to keep his fallen feathers. He even rented a storage place to keep his larger ones. The smaller ones can be found in a lockbox, in the dash of his truck. To humans, the box is empty. But those who are able to gaze into the 4th dimension can see Cas’ soft, black down feathers crammed in there.

Cas didn’t know why he kept them, but he did. It became somewhat of a tradition.

After a while, Cas was no longer able to fly.

During his travels, Cas saved a magical seamstress, who gifted Cas an imbued thread. It could fix anything magical. Yet Cas was unable to sew his feathers back to his wings. The angle was awkward and it hurt quite a bit.

At this point, Jack’s feathers had also started to fall. Cas’ heart ached when he saw Jack weep over his fallen feathers. It was a terrible thing, to be grounded after having the ability of flight.

So, Cas did what any father would do for their child.

Cas took Jack (with lots of downloaded Netflix and some soda) to the storage where Cas keeps his feathers, and where he eventually put his thread. Cas sewed his fallen feathers onto Jack. While it hurt Jack, he was overjoyed by the result. Jack loved flying. And even though it hurt Cas to give away his ability to fly, Cas knew that it was better this way.

Jack’s wings showed a beautiful mismatch of his own gold and Cas’ jet black. As Jack matured, he grew more feathers. But these feathers were different. Not Jack’s usually gold and not even Cas’ black. Instead, it created a hawkish mix of the two. Black along the spine and branching out into stripes. Everywhere else, a shining gold. Like a hybridized flower.

If anyone bothered to check, Jack’s wings accepted some of Cas’ DNA, and used it for the creation of new feathers. While it doesn’t matter that they aren’t blood relatives, Cas loves the thought that the black in Jack’s wings is Cas’ own.

[flovoid]

‘the imperfect family’

[shallowseeker]

ngl i love my girl anna but the reason cas was more compelling is that he was arcing into doubt

there is a better post somewhere but cas is confused about his loyalties, lending intense tension that fed the pre-existing themes

EDIT: all i'm saying is there is more natural tension in a person coiled/standing on the precipice than there is in the one already splayed on the ground

[greenie-ghost]

very late very tired, thinking abt caitvi then. thinking abt destiel. hmmmmmmm. the dots are dotting. (it’s the same ship dynamic very glaringly)

[nekoshi13]

So yesterday I was working on my honey!Cas time travel story (working as in thinking about it, what the hell is writing?) and I was trying to think up what conclusions would Dean get about a Cas that's not explaining anything and just saying weird shit and somewhere between "he probably escaped the looney bin" and "am I traveling with a freaking psychic???" there was the government experiment theory which took me down a rabbit hole and I ended up with a stranger things AU where all the angels are experimental subjects and Chuck, their "father", is the main scientist that just tells them shit like they are angels so they believe they have to follow him and shit and there is a lot of mistery around what happened between Michael and Lucifer and everyone probably thinks Luci is dead but nah, he surely is the one making a mess between the realities and of course Cas is our Eleven stand in, the little rebel who ran away. And Michael does some shit too, of course. because I love Michael, like he is probably the one that makes the mess in the lab that allowed Cas (and others) to escape. Ooooooh maybe Luci and Michael have like a psychic bond, two sides of the same coin or something like that. Meanwhile Cas is just trying to survive and save the Winchester's asses. They're also not kids bc idk, I don't like kids, they're all at the very least in their twenties.

This is just word vomit omg, but it could be so good...

I'm gonna think more about it

[19catsncounting]

Something no one would like: John lives in the Jessifer fic and he's sorting himself out in parallel to the devil.

[kinky-cas]

cas is truly the character of all time to me. he’s an angel. he’s autistic. he’s a father. he’s a cunt. he’s serving cunt. he’s throwing his phone in the ocean. he’s sacrificing himself at the drop of a hat. he’s making bad unilateral decisions. he was one of heaven’s best soldiers. he killed like half his species. he broke out of heaven’s control and became the embodiment of free will. he’s defying god’s plan. he’s head over heels in love with a guy who dresses like a lumberjack. his dad hates him. he’s deploying the tactical poor little meow meow eyes to throw his brother in law under the bus. he’s been lobotomized dozens of times. he’s wearing a trenchcoat!

[ineveryfandom]

@mxmortea 🫡

part 1

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Steph, just getting home after a long day of school and work: im home mom…is there food in the fridge?

Steph:

Steph, going to the kitchen: mom?

Bruce, guiltily standing to the side while Crystal attempts to save their burning dinner:

Steph:

Steph: i told you not to let him cook

Crystal: i folded the moment he looked at me with those eyes

Bruce: 🥺

Crystal: he only visits once a week

Crystal: i haven’t grown immune yet

Bruce, perking up: i can-

Steph: no.

Bruce, immediately deflating:

Steph:

Steph: …twice a week. that’s it.

Bruce, perking up again: thank you, angel 🥹

Crystal: looks like you aren’t immune either

Steph, embarrassed: mom!

Duke, in the principal’s office after getting into a fight:

Principal: i am aware of the situation with your parents

Bully, smirking:

Principal: …do you have anyone else i can ca-

Bruce, bursting in: im here!

Principal:

Bully: *pales*

Bully’s parents: *pales*

5 minutes later

Duke, shyly: thanks bruce

Bruce, squeezing his shoulder: no problem, sunshine

Barbara:

Jim:

Bruce:

Barbara: …bruce. what are you doing here.

Bruce: family dinner

Barbara:

Jim:

Bruce:

Bruce: i brought pizza

Barbara:

Jim:

Bruce:

Barbara: …just go get a plate. and grab me a drink.

Bruce, running off with a smile: sure

Jim:

Barbara:

Jim: i should just let him have you

Jim: im feeling sorry for the guy

Barbara: wow dad, im really feeling the love

Bruce, back again, holding Barbara’s favorite smoothie: here you go, honey

Barbara:

Barbara: where did you even get this

Bruce: the smoothie place

Jim: that’s two blocks away

Bruce: i know

Jim: you were gone for thirty seconds

Bruce: i know

Jim:

Jim: so do you want ketchup with that or-

Jarro: 😄

Bruce: i’d kill myself for you, love

Jarro: …😧

Wally West-Grayson: so this means you’re our dad now huh

Bruce:

Koryand’r West-Grayson: you are the father!

Bruce:

Dick: guys what have you done

Wally: ?

Kory: ?

Dick: now you’ll never escape…

Wally & Kory: ???

*Kory’s baby pictures suddenly appear everywhere in the mansion*

Kory: 😧

*Wally’s first paycheck is framed next to Dick’s*

Wally: wtf

*Kory’s first tooth is found and displayed with the rest*

Kory: 😧

*Wally’s Kid Flash costume spawns in the batcave*

Wally: wtf

Bruce, pulling Wally into a hug: welcome home, precious

Bruce, kissing Kory’s forehead: welcome home, princess

[tiktaalic]

Kelly is pretty damning proof that cas is gay. Like. If I was writing a tv show on the cw. And an angel tries to convince a woman to get his evil brother’s baby aborted. And then goes. Wait. Never mind. I’ll be his father. And you’re his mother. And then goes on the run with her. I WOULD have them kiss chastely (she’s pregnant and this is the cw) and say some teary lines about enjoying the limited time they have together. I didn’t know your mother very long but I loved her the entire time I knew her. Etc. but instead she full names him till the end and he very much serves woman’s gay friend who she makes come with her to the car dealership so she doesn’t get scammed because her husband is busy and would be jealous if she did that with a straight man

[thegracefallen]

@retriibutions

Enochian Rib Carving (Dean)

Bit of guesswork based on partial words, and there's definitely parts not visible or too blurry or faint to read.

[charliewrites99]

Me describing characters from Supernatural without ever watching it, based on what I could put together from random tumblr posts

Dean Winchester:

older brother

bi and the closet is glass

psycho-sexual relationship with his car

has a doctor kink

divorced married divorced married widowed by an angel

DADDY ISSUES

don't do this cas

was in hell at one point

shoulder hand print

red-blooded all american hunter manwhore

Sam Winchester:

younger brother

flannel

straight representation (except Gabriel I guess)

Third wheel

dropped out of uni

was engaged to a blond woman (RIP)

a literal walking death sentence to anyone who kisses him

party city wig

was possesed???

the one with common sense???

Castiel:

gay angel

world's saddest eyes

wet soggy orphan beagle

victim of the trench coat epidemic

powerful, but idk about where he lands on the scale

was brainwashed???

the daddy-est of issues (is his father god?)

YOU CHANGED ME DEAN

fish out of water

ditched heaven for the beauty of humanity (Dean's dick)

Jack Supernatural:

destiel child

may or may not be a new god

something celestial

floppy sad boi hair

Gabriel:

just here to have fun do drugs and flirt

trauma

Loki?

Sam's Man Crush Monday

had his lips sewn together at one point

is he dead-dead? or just dead to the writers?

Daddy Winchester:

did not know what he looked like until I went to google the pictures

the worst person to ever exist despite having god and the devil on this show

left the sons the trauma factory that is the family hunting business which killed their mom

doesn't know what hugging looks like probably

Various female-looking objects:

dead girlfriends

beards

that one redhead that called Dean a pussy for not knowing what fifth base is (she seems fun)

another redhead that played Poppy in The Magicians and almost killed Quentin (that I for some reason thought was from Doctor Who)

evil angel girlboss??

This was my contribution for this years November 5th celebration

[fawncrw]

Imagine your situationship betrays you, breaks your brothers head, becomes god, crawls back to you saying he’s sorry and he’ll make it up to you, fucking dies before he can make it up to you, then you spend a really long ass time suppressing your emotions AND loosing your father figure so you barely have time to even think about it, then your brother fully has a psychotic break and when you finally think you found someone who can help it turns out that’s your ex-situationship! He’s not actually dead AND he doesn’t remember you and he goes by Emmanuel. And he has a wife which you feel very normal about. You decide to not tell him that he’s an angel and instead decide to vent about your friend Cas who betrayed you and is the reason your brother is crazy. You tell him that you’re usually able to shake these things but Cas’ betrayal is different for reasons we’re not gonna dive into. He tells you that you don’t have to have a reason and that you’re not a machine. He has known you for approximately 30 minutes and is already reading you like a book. Finally, you have to tell him. He gets his memory back by smiting a bunch of demons while an edit plays in his head. He’s devastated by what he did and wants to leave. It’s revealed that you kept his trench coat and have been keeping it in the trunk of your car or I guess taking it through multiple cars. You give him his trench coat. He does the only thing he can do which is transfer the craziness to himself. Your brothers okay and you two decide to leave him in the psych ward. This happened to my good friend, Dean Winchester.

[oceantornadoo]

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john price x f!reader, reader is johnny’s twin

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The universe hates you, obviously.

Why else would it send you this charming and attractive man in the form of your brother’s boss? Not to mention your hookup with him was so meaningless he didn’t even deign to write you a note. Even a “had a nice time :)” would have been more acceptable than an empty bed and an aching throb in both your cunt and your chest. Since clearly it was just another hookup to him, you decide to treat John with the same dignity he treated you with.

“Nice to meet you both!” You nod at the clock above John’s head, refusing to meet his eyes, then turn to Gaz and give him a warm smile. “And I’m sorry you have to spend so much time with my brother. At least you get paid, it’s a better lot than mine.” The crew laughs, breaking the inevitable awkward tension of bringing a civilian family member to their place of work. Johnny shoves your shoulder and you gladly take the opportunity to turn your back on John.

“Well, Cap’s got a meeting soon, but we can show ye ‘round while we wait.” You don’t bother saying goodbye to John, something that Gaz and Ghost note with a look between them. Johnny’s too focused on you to notice, shouting his goodbyes over his shoulder to Price before tucking you against him once again. Your traitorous heart pounds out of your chest as you take stock of the situation. Not only is John your brother’s captain, he’s practically a father figure. Johnny’s told you how the captain took a chance on him, saved his life countless times, and you’re putting these facts together like pieces of the puzzle that is John Price. A military captain who treats his men like sons while treating a stranger like his wife, just to leave the next day. He’s clearly unstable, a person you should stay away from, because you have the slightest inkling he could ruin your life. He might already have.

Ghost leaves to finish training, Johnny on his heels to “wish him goodbye,” as if they won’t see each other in an hour. It’s disgusting how in love your brother is, how besotted Ghost is, and you hate yourself for wanting what they have so badly. It’s clear they’re meant for each other, tethered together by blood and sacrifice and the life that can grow after death. Want bubbles inside you like a pot about to explode, and you would do well to keep the lid on.

“So,” Gaz shakes you out of your reverie, cunning eyes tracking your gaze to Ghost and Johnny. “Approve of the Lieutenant for your brother? ‘m dyin’ to know.” You nod slightly, cheeks flushing in the face of Gaz’s full attention. Closer up, he’s the type of handsome you would never pursue, too pretty for his own good. In his voice and behind his eyes, though, there’s something lurking underneath. You can tell he wields his handsomeness as a weapon and you can’t even fault him for it.

“I think it’s more if Ghost approves of me, to be honest. They already seem like they’d hang the moon for each other.” Gaz nods thoughtfully, leading you outside to a path that outlines the base, giving you a glimpse of soldiers training outside. “An’ why’s that? Soap talks about you all the time like you’re a sort of angel. Not sayin’ you aren’t, of course.” He sends you a wink and you giggle at both that and the nickname Soap. Johnny told you about it, of course, but it’s a bit silly to hear it next to the name Ghost or even Gaz. He’s never told you what Soap meant, and you never asked in case it was something you didn’t want to hear.

“I think Johnny loves me, it’s just, I remind him of the parts of our family that don’t. And with Ghost, and all of you, he’s got a real family that doesn’t judge him. It’s like introducing two friend groups when you’re not sure if they’ll like each other. We represent different parts of him, but I’m old and Ghost is new, so the lines seem blurry to me.” Gaz lets you talk more, his demeanor so welcoming with the internal challenges you’re facing. He even tells you to call him Kyle, warm and soft. The two of you walk around base, minutes turning into an hour. Finally, a soldier runs up to the two of you, telling you you’re needed in Price’s office. You bite your lip nervously, not seeing how Kyle tracks your response. He almost freezes, years of training preventing him from doing so, but he’s still thrown by how nervous you seem to go back.

“Well, I’m a little sorry for talking your ear off. But I see why Johnny likes you, Kyle. You’re a good friend.” You smile at him, almost faltering when you see his stony expression. It changes in a split second, like a cloud moving from the sun, and he grins and tucks you under his shoulder, just like Johnny. “It’s no problem, angel. It’s one of my specialities. Let’s get you to lunch, ‘m starvin’.”

Johnny greets you like a long lost twin when you get back, asking for details about who you saw and where you went. He’s like that all the way to lunch, insisting on driving just the two of you to “the only decent pub in this town, really, hen.” It’s nice to spend time with him and you squeeze his forearm to say so, basking in the light of his smile. You almost forget about the John situation until you see him get out of the car the other men took, his fatigues fitting him criminally well. In fact, he’s even better looking in the daylight, blue eyes catching the sun while he stretches, muscles rippling under his clothes. You stare so long that Johnny yells at you to get moving, but he’s too focused on Ghost to turn back to see who you’re looking at. 

You find Kyle quickly, tucking your arm into the crook of his elbow and letting him guide you into the pub, sparing a singular backwards glance to John. He’s staring at you, again, but he’s too far back for you to tell anything of the subtext behind his eyes. Is he mad you’re Johnny’s sister? He has no right, obviously. Maybe he thinks you stalked him or something and this is all some elaborate scheme. Deciding you don’t care, you focus on lunch and the growling in your stomach from all the calories you burnt with John last night. He’s really the cause of all your current plights.

The pub only has booths. Johnny insists on you being in the middle, guest of honor and all that, so you’re stuck in the middle with Johnny on your left and Kyle on your right. Ghost is next to Johnny, of course, leaving John next to Kyle, a perfect angle for him to stare at you while you answer Johnny’s interrogation. Johnny asks you questions like you haven’t talked every week since you last saw each other. Like only a brother could be, he’s unhinged. 

“So yer still single, m'eudail?”

“An’ yer livin’ alone? Steaming Jesus, hen.”

“Not even a cat? Bloody hell.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see John’s shoulders bunching closer with every invasive question your brother asks. He’s being an ass, they both are, and you need a break. “Before the food comes, I’m going to use the toilet. Scooch, Johnny.” As you leave, you hear Ghost muttering to Johnny, telling him to calm down. At least someone’s on your side.

You do your business, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before going back out and facing the cavalry. As you open the door, you see the universe is not on your side.

“We need to talk.” He’s standing there, posture military straight. You hate him.

“John…” You try to push the bathroom door open to make your escape. He prides himself on your mission being unsuccessful, an arm preventing you from leaving. He doesn’t like to use his strength to intimidate women, but in this case, you’re too slippery for him to let you go politely.

“Sweetheart…”

“Oh, don’t sweetheart me, John. Or should I say, Captain?”

He yanks the door handle from your grip, spinning and locking you both inside in one move. It’s a one room toilet and there’s nowhere to go with John taking up space like it’s his right. “We need to talk.” He says it in what you imagine is his Captain Voice, firm and unmoving. Luckily for you, you’re not on his payroll. “Actually, we don’t. We had a good time, the night ended and you left, and now we happen to have a mutual connection. It’s whatever.” You try to shrug nonchalantly, fumbling for the door, but John notes how you stumbled over the words “you left.” His hands find your waist, pinning you to the door with a gentleness remnant of last night.

“You didn’t call. Or text. ‘m confused why y’r upset, pet, when the ball’s in y’r court.” His hands on your waist are breaking down your mental walls and you hate how easily you let down your guard. His actions don’t match his words, though, and that’s something you can’t deny. “How would I have called? I don’t have your number.” His brows knit together in confusion, thumbs rubbing circles over your shirt. “I left a note.” Oh. Oh.

“There was no note.”

“Left it on the pillow, sweetheart.”

“There was nothing on the pillow!”

“Must’ve moved while you slept. Should’ve known by how much ya kicked me last night.”

“I don’t kick! God, you’re annoying and-“ 

He cuts you off with a kiss, pressing you further into the door. John slots a muscled thigh between your legs, smiling against your skin when you let out a soft moan. “‘m sorry ‘m a right idiot, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you.” You shake your head, pushing him away but keeping your hands on his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his uniform. “What would you have done if I never called? And if- if I didn’t show up on base?” He smiles at you indulgently, like you’re a little girl instead of a woman. He knows he’s won, can tell by how firm your grip is on his chest. “Would’ve gone back t’ the bar tonight. An’ if you weren’t there, would’ve gone to y’r hotel room.” You frown at him. “How would you have gotten up the elevator? You need a key card.” He pecks your forehead like he’s known you a year, rather than a day. “I have my ways, sweetheart. I am a captain, as you know.” 

That kills the mood.

You push him away, finally letting go, before stepping in front of the mirror to readjust your clothes and hair. He stands behind you and it’s intoxicating to imagine you two like this, fixing your clothes after a hookup or a domestic night in. Something about John Price feels permanent, likes he’s meant to be in your life for more than one night. But then, the image of your brother pops into your brain. Your memory of how much he talks about John, talks about the group in general. How they’re like family, like brothers, how Price treats him like a son. You can’t ruin this for him.

“We can’t do this, John. If it goes wrong, it’ll break Johnny’s heart. I can’t do that to him.” Hands wrap around your waist, slotting you against him. You fit perfectly and it’s heart wrenching. “An’ what about my heart? An’ yours?” You shake your head, pushing off of him and unlocking the door. “It’s early enough that we can just- just stop. Johnny’s more important. I am sorry, truly.” You walk away without a second glance, like John’s not even there.

And just like that, John Price knows he’s met his match. His future wife, if he has anything to say about it. John Price doesn’t lose.

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notes: johnny says bloody hell because simon says bloody hell. i don’t make the rules sorry.

also someone complained on my ao3 that this wasn’t slow burn and…i never said it was???? they literally meet as a hookup bffr. anyways hope yall enjoy! angst is coming soon hehe

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[greypistacchio]

how is supernatural so unapologetically queer like. cOME ON

it's 9.10 ("Road Trip") and Crowley is using Sam's head as a pin cushion so they can talk to Sam without Gadreel listening in. which is obviously not something that Dean can bear for more than a few minutes, so he walks away on the very visible verge of having a breakdown about this whole mess!! and Castiel follows him, and Dean who is infamous for never reaching out when he's in pain does not push him away or pretend he's not in agony!!

there is a generous amount of eye-fucking, but there's also Dean being completely honest about how guilt is eating him alive, which isn't something he tells anyone about! usually he shoves it down for later, because he feels even worse about burdening others with his own pain and regret. after all, doesn't he deserve it!! didn't he do this to himself every time he fell short!! he's not going to give himself the mercy of leaning on someone else, because he doesn't get to. not after failing. he doesn't get to tell someone else about how painfully inadequate and guilty and exhausted he feels, because he doesn't get to share the burden or be understood.

but then,

DEAN.- Cas, I'm sorry (...). Kicking you out of the bunker. That's uh... You know, not telling you about Sam. CASTIEL.- You thought his life was at stake. DEAN.- Yeah, I got played. CASTIEL.- I thought I was saving Heaven. I got played too. DEAN.- So you're saying we're both a couple of dumbasses? CASTIEL.- I prefer the word "trusting". Less dumb, less ass.

in waltzes Castiel with his own mistakes and crushing guilt, and two sentences are all he needs to do to comfort Dean. why does he get through to Dean when Sam has been unable to for 9 seasons now? what is it about this Angel of the Lord in a trenchcoat?

see, Dean thinks himself inferior to Sam in many ways. he couldn't follow his heart like Sam did, he couldn't stand up to their father like Sam did, he isn't fundamentally good at his core like Sam is—or so he tells himself. but Castiel. oh, Castiel, angel of Tuesday, he who fell from grace. he whose good intentions unleashed the Leviathan on Earth, he who thought he did not deserve to be saved and let go of Dean's hand.

what sets Castiel apart, time and time again, is the extent to which Dean trusts him as an equal. sure, he's an angel whereas Dean is a human hunter, but that's the least important thing about who they are in each other's eyes. the exchange above makes me feral because it shows, once more, just how deeply Dean trusts Castiel and values his angel's opinion of him. Sam would have never made Dean snap out of it in just two sentences, let alone make him smile, but Castiel? Castiel pulls it off like it's as easy as breathing. like he was born to ease Dean's pain.

they see themselves in each other's suffering, they are each other's mirror, they are their father's little soldiers who could never be enough, they keep trying oh so desperately to save the world and their kind, they both refuse to give up on protecting others even when it tears their heart apart.

only Dean can get through to Castiel with an "I need you"

only Castiel can get through to Dean with an "I got played too"

(...see, you are not fundamentally bad, I trusted the wrong people in my desperation to save the world too)

only Castiel is Dean's equal in every way that matters. only Dean is Castiel's mirror as he stumbles through the vastness of human nature. only Dean and Castiel are each other's tether in a world that keeps tugging at them in the hopes that it'll rip them to shreds, and the CW might be queerblind but I am sure as fuck not.

[castiels-peopleskills]

okay i have nobody to talk about destiel irl with and i am losing my mind so here goes.

dean’s love is absolutely insane. he was betrayed by the only man (angel) he ever let into his life that was not his blood relatives or father figure. he denied it again and again despite usually being the one between him, sam, and bobby to jump to conclusions. then, after all the events of betrayal and lying and godstiel and the leviathans, he keeps cas’ freaking coat. it was practically cas’ only possession on earth- and dean kept it. he moved it from trunk to trunk when the brothers were in hiding. no matter how much anger drove him and flooded his thoughts, he kept the coat.

fast forward to purgatory (skipping events in s7 tbh cause i did not like it, then again who did?) and he searches for cas for a YEAR. an entire year passed and he never wavered with his mission of finding the angel. despite still having such complex feelings about the recent events, he was still determined to find him. he was legitimately haunted by images of cas after he got out.

all in all, we understood clearly throughout the entire series that cas was driven by love for his humans. but to believe dean was merely driven by duty or debt or anger concerning cas is beyond me. he loved that angel so much. for a man who was driven by anger his entire life and it was all he had known, his love for cas triumphed that to a point where that anger still existed, yet he loved. his love became second nature. i will not believe for a second that dean only did all he did because he thought he owed cas for pulling him out of hell and saving him.

both dean and cas were soldiers. both of them abandoned their positions for a love neither of them could have. they are so tragically close to love and yet so far from it. nothing will ever compare to this freaking cw ship.