#cas loves dean

[thefableddestiel]

It’s true that, originally, Cas only rebelled in one universe. But it’s not true anymore.

The second that story was shown to us, countless amounts of Fanfiction, Fanart, and literally just thoughts, created new realities. The love Cas expressed was so powerful and beautiful that it inspired us to bring more universes into being.

Every time a fanfiction is written, Cas rebels again. Every time fanart is drawn, Cas loves again. Every time an idea is thought up, Cas feels again.

And maybe one day, those will outnumber the ones where he obeys, if it doesn’t already.

[valeron99]

Somewhere in the 4th season.

[tyjo-draws]

A little piece I made for my SPN AU where Dean is transmasc and he and Cas are Jack’s biological parents. (Yes, I’m writing a fanfic)

Can you find all the easter eggs?

Also a somewhat self indulgent celebratory piece because I’ve been on Testosterone for a month now 🥳

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[bittersweet-nothingss]

EATING GLASS RN

[morallygreyintrovert]

Writing my first ever smut scene and deciding to let go and write naturally what comes to mind…

…oh no, my kinks are… traumatised

[destielwarmsthecocklesofmyheart]

[solarcas]

oh noo Cas got put under a curse that made him half-feline I bet this won't conse any quencies-

[Open for better quality!]

[vampiredaisiesss]

his love has teeth—and i want to be devoured

— castiel has been ordered to save god's righteous man. but will the angel of god save hell's brand new torturer or will he get saved instead?

They say God's righteous man traded his soul like a playing card. And when the night of the reckoning dawned, he obediently let hellhounds tear him open, all to bring his brother back from the cold earth.

What kind of righteous man deals with devils?

The desperate kind.

The Winchester kind.

Hell is a melting pot of everything vile. It claims sinner and saints alike. For thirty years, Alastair peeled him apart — skin to muscle to his psyche. For thirty years, Dean Winchester remembered how to scream his brother's name. Remembered why the pain mattered.

But there are nearly 1.89 billion minutes in 30 years. I don't blame him for forgetting, father. I don't blame him for becoming what he feared.

Does he?

I find him at his rack, picking apart another soul like a child picks the wings off flies.

The righteous man has learned Hell's language too well. His agony has teeth. It bites down hard when I reach out to save him, flesh searing where my hand finds his shoulder. But I am older than teeth, older than this damned pit, older than the first time a creature learned it could hurt another creature.

He flinches when I press two fingers to his forehead, but stays silent as his bones knit back together, as muscle and skin rewrap his frame. He isn't afraid of pain anymore; It is my mercy that terrifies him.

Father, forgive me.

I followed your orders. I restored your creation.

But no one warned me how saving one human soul can feel like swallowing a star, how it burns going down, how you never quite recover from the light.

I have remade him, but I fear he unmade me. Now something grows in me that has no name in Enochian. I can't describe it, but I can feel myself catching it like a fever.

Even his love has teeth, and I find myself aching to be devoured by it.

[youchangedmedestiel]

This gif is funny to me because Cas winks at Dean (for the first time I think, well probably Endverse!Cas did too, but it's not the same), and Dean's reaction here is priceless.

Imagine. Just imagine and ignore what Cas says here. What could be going on in Dean's mind based on the faces he makes? Here's an idea:

"Shit, he winks now. Yep, it's the end for me." And then off camera it keeps going, Dean can't stop thinking about it, "I can't resist him if he winks at me like that. Fuck. No no, no fuck. Arghhh. Please send help. Sam is there. Think about something else. Anything. Yes, that's better. No, don't look at him. Shit! He is a dork and so fucking cute and hot, all of that at the same time. How is that even possible? Oh, I'm so gone for him. Cas, please stop. But keep going, I need more."

[qtepasacalabaza]

"a cowboy, an angel, and lots of handprints"

or

Dean asks for his shoulder handprint back, but why stop at one when he can have more? And Cas, poor hopeless angel, he can't deny anything to his love.

[allmystars-i]

The Alchemy || Explicit || 40443 words

Author: allmystars

Artist: @milfycas

Across time and space, minutes and millenia, one thing is always certain: Castiel loves him.

Loves him, loves him, loves him.

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After the fall, Castiel finds himself living an immortal life, doomed to love the same man across time and space, always losing him before the happy ending.

Link to Fic

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Cassie Robinson/Dean Winchester

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe, Fallen Angel Castiel, Immortal Castiel, Emotional Cheating, Soulmates, Reincarnation, Happy Ending.

I had the incredible pleasure of working with @milfycas for this year's @dcbtv. Their art is amazing; I highly recommend checking it out! Thanks for another great year!

[pandoras-moony]

The world keeps spinning (but not for me)

deancas fic set post confession!

1 Month since Cas’s Death

He’s gone.

He’s actually gone this time.

Dean cant feel him anymore.

He’s gone and it’s all Dean’s fault.

He goes searching for the answers at the bottom of whiskey bottles and in the messes of his vomit that cover the bunker floor.

Sam keeps asking what happened, and the thing is Dean wants to tell him. He wants to break down in his baby brother’s arms and wail until his lungs cant function anymore, he hopes he screams so loud it rips his throat raw and he drowns in his own blood. But every time he looks at Sam, or Jack all he hears is

“Because you cared I cared… I cared about Sam, about Jack..”

Because of you, I’m dead.

Every night Dean sits in the pitch black emptiness of the library, drowning his sorrows in whatever alcohol he can find and he talks. He talks to Cas, prays to him rather. He knows wherever Cas is, he cant hear him. Somehow that makes it easier for him, easier to whisper “I love you” into the darkness and know he’ll never hear it back. It’s not like he deserves it anyway.

2 Months since Cas’s Death

Dean wakes up every morning drenched in sweat and screaming Cas’s name. Sam holds him until he starts breathing normally again and then Dean tells him to fuck off, doesn’t Sam get it? He killed Cas. Dean murdered Cas. It’s all his fault. Why the fuck should he feel any ounce of comfort or remorse when Cas never even got to feel loved?

No one should hold Dean. Or touch him. Or speak to him.

He has to preserve who he was when he was last with Cas.

He tells the library so every night.

3 Months since Cas’s Death

“Fuck you.”

“Dean we needed to know what happened, you-“

“You had no right!”

Sam watched the tapes from the dungeon. The ones where-

“Dean you wont talk to us and you’re killing yourself! You- I cant even recognise you half the time anymore Dean. When you’re not sleeping and screaming his name you’re angry, drunk and you’re looking for something to hurt and it always seems to be you that you land on Dean- I see the bruises on your fists, please Dean, you’re scaring Jack.”

That cut deeper than Dean can ever say ‘you’re scaring Jack.’ thats exactly what Dean used to say to John when he got like this. He used to hold Sam and promise him he would never let anything bad happen to him, that he’d never let their dad lay a hand on him.

Oh how the mighty have fallen.

“Fuck. You.” Dean bites out. He takes a step towards Sam and a part of him dies when Sam flinches back.

He doesn’t stop.

“You think you know what fuckin’ happened Sammy? You think you could ever understand how it fucking feels?” Deans pointer finger slammed against Sam’s chest. “I killed him. Me.” Sam cupped deans hand gently “You know that’s not true.” always so soft, despite everything.

A bitter, rotten laugh claws its way up from Deans throat “Isn’t it? You heard the man!” Dean yanks his hand away “Or did you watch him die in silence. Did you watch it take him in the quiet?” He stalks closer to Sam now, in his face, daring Sam to reply. He doesn’t.

“Well lucky fucking you.” he whispered as he heard the words die a twisted death on his tongue. Dean shoved Sam back and began pacing slowly.

“I sure wish I could’ve lived it in silence- because all I fucking hear anymore is him! He’s not even here and all I see is him, except for when I look in the mirror cause then I’m just dad.”

Dean is spiralling and he doesn’t know what he’s saying. He doesn’t know where he is, or what’s happening, he wants to hurt everything and everyone around him, but he has to protect Sam. Always his brothers protector.

“What he said-“

‘I love you.’

Dean nearly chokes on his words, they come out quiet and afraid and fill all the space in the room once inhabited by Dean’s whiskey flavoured torment. “It- It wasn’t for you.” He’s crying, he can feel it. Searing tear tracks flow down his face and Sam takes a step closer with his arms spread, ready to hold Dean together.

Dean spins on his heels and slams the door on his way out without a word.

He cries in the Library that night and imagines the black tar swallowing him too.

“I love you Cas… how could you do this? Why? Why, sweetheart? I could have gone with you.”

There was a deafening silence.

“Why didn’t you take me with you?”

4 Months since Cas’s Death

Dean doesn’t speak all month, too busy guzzling spirits.

They’re on to something big, they’re going to defeat Chuck.

Dean cant bring himself to care.

Until his phone rings.

“Cas?” he rasps into the phone.

It’s his voice.

In a heartbeat he’s up, and before he knows it he’s at the door and opening it. Not even thinking for a second that this could be a trick. All he could think was Cas.

It’s him.

It’s Cas.

It’s Cas.

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He opened the door.

Lucifer.

His sobs were all that filled the Library that night.

5 Months since Cas’s Death

Jack’s gone too.

They beat Chuck, the world is back.

But Dean lost another person.

Because he’s selfish, Dean prays for Jack to come back to them. He was clinging to Jack, the closest thing to Cas he had left.

But because Jack was so similar to Cas, he did the right thing and left Dean’s prayers unanswered.

Eileen tries to talk to Dean, he ignores her. Seeing her there with Sam’s hand on her shoulder, and pity in her eyes is too much, it’s just another reminder of what Dean will never, ever have.

That night in the library Dean doesn’t drink, he just talks to the empty space until he falls asleep.

“I used to hate that you stood so friggin close to me all the time man. I mean really hate it.” He laughed quietly to himself, “But it’s so cold without you now.”

“Thought I saw you today.”

“God, I miss your eyes.”

“Sammy mentioned you yesterday, we were out at some fair thing and there was all these farm animals in a pen- he said ‘Cas would’ve loved all these little guys’” He took a deep breath in “and you know what? I almost let myself imagine it and smile, before i said ‘We have to bring him sometime.’” The crying started then, and it didn’t stop until Deans head hit the table.

6 Months since Cas’s Death

“He loved me.”

He’s not sure why he says it, but Sam looks up from his breakfast and looks at Dean like his heart just shattered. Dean keeps cutting up his food.

“You wanna know the worst part? Think I loved him too.”

The knife and fork clatter and Dean sinks to the floor.

He cries for hours and Sam holds him as their food goes cold.

12 Months since Cas’s Death.

Dean is 4 months sober.

When Sam moved in with Eileen, Dean got his own apartment. It’s pretty shitty but it does its job.

They turned the bunker into a halfway home for any hunters who needed it.

He’s a firefighter now.

He still talks to Cas every night.

[valeron99]

The story about...

//I drew this in last year on mermay 2023, but didn't draw one page, and was late, so i decided to post it today in that way that it as it is//

[tyjo-draws]

I like to imagine Dean either found or commissioned someone to make him this shirt… maybe Charlie since she’s into larping and this is what he wears around the bunker for pride month

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Edit: His shirt says “your dad is my cardio” I’m aware my handwriting is atrocious 😭💀

also have a lil meme

[bittersweet-nothingss]

Happy Valentine’s Day to Destiel my beloved 🥹🫶🏼

The only ship that makes me go feral and insane over them (no other will do it like they do)

[morallygreyintrovert]

writing my spn Destiel fix-it fanfic, I constantly have multiple tabs open for random research purposes, one of them being ‘’description of a rotten corpse”.

The life of a fanfic writer be like✨so glamorous ✨