#cas + brainwashing

[silver-stake-through-the-heart]

Dean's soul shattered Cas' brainwashing despite having spent 10 years torturing in Hell (so starting to become a demon).

If Heaven did try to save Dean (sending the angels to raise him from Hell before he broke the first seal, when he was "only" tortured), then Cas would have rebelled right away.

[shallowseeker]

Dean was afraid. Could these be the cosmic consequences he's been bracing for? Is this the moment of reckoning?

From above: DEAN: How [do we think like him]? I'm serious, Sam, I-- until now? Even when Cas messed up-- did the wrong thing for what he thought was the right reason-- I got it. (then) Even if I thought it was a dumbass move, I got it. I knew, deep down, Cas was always Cas. But this... (beat) Last night...when I looked in his eyes...I didn't recognize the guy starting back at me.

I didn’t recognize the man angel I loved the guy staring back at me.

My weird dorky little guy.

Cas had an about-face here, and he's serene, almost dazed when he begins to talk about Jack. Dean and Sam’s alarm was certainly understandable. It was alarming.

From 12x20: Twigs & Twine & Tasha Bane

[shallowseeker]

TRANSCRIPT

He turns away-- DEAN grabs CAS'S arm-- DEAN: Cas-- no-- whatever that thing did to you-- we're not gonna just let you walk away. Not again. (then) That's not happening.

12x19 The Future (Production draft)

He asked him to stay.

| x

[souporsaladnatural]

Obsessed with the sudden shift in Cas' willingness to say insane romantic shit to dean in season 8. A couple of seasons ago, he would tell dean that they had a profound bond to his face. That everything he did, he did for Dean. Now? He's hesitating. He clenches his fists to avoid hugging Dean back in purgatory. He stutters and looks away before saying he stayed away from Dean to protect him. When asked what broke through heaven's brainwashing, he looks away and says he doesn't know. It's so interesting to me

[strawlessandbraless]

Oof right in the abandonment issues

[angelsdean]

I am just always thinking about Apocalypse World Cas's fucked up eye and how it implies that this Cas also suffered many many lobotomies which implies that this Cas was rebellious too until Heaven fully broke him. Which also means Chuck is a liar who lies when he said that our Cas is the only one who ever rebelled, the only one who came off the line wrong and wouldn't do what he was told. No, Cas has always been a rebellious force. Always been subjected to Heaven's manipulation and brainwashing for not staying in line. But what's different about Apocalypse World? Why is that Cas still under Heaven's control? Well, it's a world without Dean. AW!Cas didn't have Dean to remind Cas he "always has a choice" and that humanity and free will were worth fighting for (things Cas already felt but was made to forget again and again). He doesn't have Dean to be that "push" that makes him remember what Heaven keeps erasing and to be that "hand reaching out." He doesn't have Dean to make him feel less alone in this rebellion. And AW!Cas also doesn't have Dean to break him out of Naomi's mind-control and brainwashing. He doesn't have that personal link to humanity, that love, that person by his side. He's all alone, the rebelling angel with a flaw in his code, perpetually being reset by Heaven until it breaks his will and his spirit and he falls in line like a good soldier.

[humandisorderincarnatedean]

SCREAM just saw someone say that castiel deciding to protect Kelly and her future angel baby in s12 was their favourite turn in his story, because it was 'the first time he made a choice out of himself, without being blinded by heaven or by the winchesters' morals' SCREAM

[thefableddestiel]

Someone watching Cas beat up Dean or vice versa: “Damn, they must really not like each other.”

Me: “they basically just had sex on our screen, what’re you talking about?”

[monstermoviedean]

it's not that i doubt that cas loves and cares about jack. i just can't shake the feeling that jack was a mission he could take on. a purpose to claim. and it makes me a little sad for both of them.

[tiktaalic]

How dean Winchester’s definition of a wire mother (Mary) looks when a REAL wire mother comes at her (naomi)

[silver-stake-through-the-heart]

Cas should have been wary of Jack when he came back given his story with brainwashing.

He should have thought about Naomi, about how easily Metatron tricked him for a 'greater good'.

[shallowseeker]

Are you an angel!cas endgame or human!cas endgame truther?

I think I'm Edlund-minded on this one. That even when he's "human," Cas is never human, and that's okay. I will read anything well-written, of course, and I certainly think there's a case, especially mid-series, for Cas wanting to live "as a man."

However, I think the back-end of the series challenges what that means to Cas. Most importantly, does he have to, quote/unquote, "live as a man" to allow himself to feel (and act on) his own emotions?

I think I come down most often on the side of Cas integrating his "human" emotions and realizing they were his angel emotions all along.

[dessertbird]

Daily Destiel 💙💚

I can reason with Dean. He's a good man. Kill him.

There has to be another way. You have done this a thousand times, Castiel. You're ready. Kill him. Then take the tablet and bring it home, where it belongs

I won't hurt Dean. Yes. You will. You are. 🥺😭💔

What have you done to me?! Just relax, Castiel. Let your vessel do what you know deep down is the right thing.

Please. End this, Castiel.

You have to choose, Castiel -- us or them.

[nym-wibbly]

Love Lies Bleeding by Nym #6

Today, she chooses a memory, scrolling through his recollections until she finds one in which Dean is prominent. The rest of the human world fades to a grey background around Dean Winchester's shape and soul.

"This," Naomi says slowly, as though she can't decide which question to ask or cannot fathom the emotion she unravels from the frozen moment. She frowns.

Castiel takes advantage of the slight hesitation to stretch out his fingers and drag them back inward. He curls his fingertips against the cold metal, rooting himself in the moment while his faults play out on the white walls.

Dean, animated in a moment of laughing camaraderie—a bright explosion of human warmth against which Castiel's spirit flutters like a tattered moth.

"Tell me about this," Naomi requests, too curious. Too aware of her own ignorance and the dignity of her position. "This emotion?"

Castiel tries to shake his head, but he's pinned, strap firm across his forehead and a crown of stubby needles driven into his brain.

"You had to be there." Outside a brothel, in a dark alleyway stinking of urine and refuse, his very being lit up with pure delight at another's easy laughter. Naomi couldn't possibly understand friendship or companionship. Castiel pities her while she punishes him for knowing about both.

[derelictheretic]

Wips be upon ye again

I was tagged by @clicheantagonist @adelaidedrubman @socially-awkward-skeleton @unholymilf @strafethesesinners @aceghosts and @detectivelokis to share a wip!! Thank you beloveds 🥺💕

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My creative juices have been flowin so I got a whole three things to show off uvu

First Lola wip 👀 (I have half given up on this because I'm not confident in Lola's dialogue/mannerisms yet but it's also cute so who knows)

"I heard we had a newbie!" A boisterous voice sings from the left and the three turn to the doorway of the breakroom, a blonde with pink dyed tips bounds into the room with more energy than anyone else in the whole building had combined. A plastic container in her hands as she shoves past Staci and Joey to stand in front of Dean. Her grey eyes are bright and her pierced smile is breathtaking and infectious. She clutches the container to her chest with one hand and grabs Deans with the other, shaking it enthusiastically as she all but bounces in place.

"Nice to meet'cha rookie, names Lola! You can call me Darling or Your Majesty if you're feeling cute though."

Dean can't help but grin as both Staci and Joey sigh, the high energy from the woman now opening the container a nice change of pace from his slow and dull first week in the county.

"Nice to meet you, my name's–"

"Dean Sinclaire! Australian, twenty five, single, youngest of three kids, no criminal record and owner of a really shitty Jeep wrangler. I'll forgive you for the car because you were playing some bangin' tunes but you're on thin ice—Cupcake?" Lola holds out the container with a cheery smile and Deans tries not to look shaken as he reaches in and takes out a pink frosted cupcake. He knew his file would have some information on him but he had no idea who would have access to it, and he wasn't expecting anyone to list it all off in the middle of the office. Not that any of what she'd said was much of a secret, it was just unexpected.

"Tone it down Darling you're gonna freak him out—she does the background checks on newbies don't overthink it," Joey sighs, shaking her head and offering Dean a reassuring smile. He nods gently and decides to shake it off and take a bite of the cupcake and damn it was a good cupcake. Really good.

"Yeah, yeah i'm the only one tech savvy enough to do 'em, anyway interesting socials you got, don't really scream enforcer of the law if you know what I mean. Why're you here?" Lola takes a bite of a cupcake herself, watching Dean with an intense yet non-judgemental gaze that leaves him feeling unsteady. He swallows the piece of cupcake in his mouth and glances between the three deputies now staring him down, Joey and Staci seeming to want to hear his answer as well.

"Uh… I don't know how to say it without sounding cliché—I just want to help people." He offers sheepishly, suddenly having a hard time keeping eye contact.

"Plenty of other jobs that help people though, why'd you go this route? Is it the gun, it's okay if it's the gun I know you guys don't really get those easy down under." Lola raises the hand holding the cupcake to her mouth, her tone growing hushed in a conspiratorial manner as she offers a squinted, pursed lipped look his way.

"Hah—no, it's not the gun, I'm hoping I don't have to use it if i'm honest but uhm… I don't know it just, ended up this way I guess?" He shrugs gently, not prepared for this line of questioning. Which really he probably should have saw it coming, it's not like it was the one question in every cop movie ever or anything.

Lola nods slowly, humming as if she were dissecting his words in her head, ripping them apart.

"Better reason than Pratt's that's for sure, you'll do fine here. It's slow most days, holidays it tends to get a bit crazy but we'll look out for you." Joey offers another reassuring smile, matched with a welcoming pat to his shoulder. Staci scoffs under his breath, Joey quickly glaring at him to stop any complaints he had from surfacing verbally. Dean can't help but admire the interaction, it seemed like they had a good friendship—maybe in time he'd be sharing similar moments with them as a new guy walked in the door. It was a nice thought.

"You're getting paired up with me so obviously you'll be more than fine," Lola places a hand on Dean's other shoulder and he catches sight of her black acrylic nails, pink hearts dotted along them, "You're like my baby duckling now and if anyone fucks with my baby duckling I'll fuck them up with my car." Her happy tone turns serious in the blink of an eye, sincerity in every syllable and a promise that she meant it in her gaze. Oddly Dean finds the sentiment comforting instead of alarming, it was nice knowing he'd have someone so intent on having his back.

"I'm—Thank you, Lola." He smiles and she shoots a grin back, her vampire smiley piercings gleaming in the office light. She pats his cheek before stepping back and placing an extra cupcake on his desk. 'For later,' she mouths at him, pointing at it as if the other two with them couldn't see exactly what she was doing. As she's closing the plastic container the older deputy Dean had seen sitting at the front desk walks through the doors and Lola lets out an excited squeal, bounding up to the woman with glee.

"Nancy, my baby duckling is here! He doesn't have an accent but he's got the cutest little nose, do we have his uniform yet I wanna show him off—show him the ropes. I'm going to show him the ropes." Lola excitedly buzzes to the older woman, tacking on the last sentence as Sheriff Earl Whitehorse walks in behind her. Dean has to stop himself from laughing as she straightens her poster and blinks owlishly at their sheriff.

Earl shakes his head lightly as she shoots him a less than bashful grin. She tries to offer him a cupcake but he raises a brow at her and she pouts in response, mumbling something about being unappreciated as she walks off with Nancy back to what Dean could only assume was the break room.

And !! More of the jacob/dean fic from the last wip day, I know, me working on the same wip consistently? Shocking

"What did he do to you Rook?" 

Staci's voice feels distant, but Dean knows he's standing in front of the cage—clinging to the bars and probably looking down on him with the same dismay in the others' faces. Their resilient resistance leader was quiet, small, tired. 

"Fuck, your leg—"

They were all scared, Staci was scared. Dean wanted to reassure him, wipe his eyes and tell him he was still getting them out of here. 

"I–I'll get you some bandages, hold on."

But his mind just wanted to rest, shove down every memory of ginger hair and humid nights and stupid towns and stupid dreams and stupid wishes—He wanted to rip it to shreds and destroy every trace that said that motherfucker had ever been something to him. So he laid there on the ground and he stayed quiet. He tried to scrub the images behind his eyelids away, and tried to spit that name out of his mouth. Tried to rip that feeling out of his stupid heart.

Maybe if he was lucky he'd bleed out right now and steal the satisfaction of watching him continue to struggle through Jacob's trials. He could just see the hissy fit he'd throw, tables thrown and paper flying through the air as he cast blame onto whichever chosen shot him. Wouldn't that be funny?

I have a lot of art wips so uhh, peggie!dean and Jacob chillin' while Jo gives a sermon. Giving peggie!dean an alt look entirely based on a cosplay I did and i'm not sorry

[i-have-all-these-freakin-uwus]

Spoilers for good omens 2