#castiel is too queued

[beautysurvives]

Casifer x Dean wip

Lucifer lets Cas take the reins on Valentine’s Day

“I missed you.”

Really, that should’ve been the first sign.

But it’d been going on for a while. Ever since he picked himself up and got back on the job — ever since he found Metatron and let him live. Dean just assumed that the problem was him.

Cas was keeping his distance because, well, why wouldn’t he? The reasons to avoid Dean were numberless.

Then Dean came clean about Amara, and something switched. Suddenly, Cas was there, saying, The next time you face her, you won’t be alone.

So Dean thought, okay. Not perfect, but not unsalvageable. Cas was beginning to thaw. If he had been angry with Dean before, it was because of her, and everything she represented. The dishonesty. The darkness, the mark — everything with Crowley. What Rowena did to Cas — that was his fault too.

And the fact that Cas couldn’t snap himself out of it, that maybe, somewhere deep down, he wanted to kill him. It hurt, sure. But how could he take it personally?

The unending vortex of corruption that was Dean Winchester — that Cas had ever had the misfortune of being sucked into it — was unforgivable. For years, Cas had given him so much more than he was worth. And what did he get in return? What does an angel want that a human has? What did Cas want from him that kept him coming back?

Well… he’d said it already. That day Dean nearly killed him. Everyone you love will be dead, besides me.

Cas already knew how Dean felt about him, and that was it, really. Angels need one of two things.

To be assigned a higher purpose, or to be worshipped as a God.

Dean was the one who reached out first on Valentine’s Day ��� nothing too demanding.

Just, Hey. Where are you?

*

“So,” Lucifer said, “You and Dean. What’s that about?”

“What do you mean?” Cas asked, barely looking away from the TV, Lucifer’s programming playing on a loop, conspicuously loud.

Ah, television, the archangel privately mused, all the perks of babysitting with none of the human contact.

Whatever the lineup was, Cas seemed completely engrossed, though Lucifer remembered that he hadn’t queued anything real or even convincing. It was, apparently, enough to pacify Castiel.

Still it sounded to Lucifer like all television — like all human conversation, really. Scraps of meaningless dialogue, the viewer forced to fill in the blanks. Pile significance on top of garbage. Derive some meager scraps of truth from a collage of falsehoods.

What people see reveals so much of what they want.

So Lucifer listened, studying Castiel.

“Do you think he crashed the car on purpose?………I can’t leave you alone for one minute can I?…. Am I not good enough?……….I didn’t want you to see me like this………….”

“……You look like you need a hug! – AAAAWWWWWWWWWWW-”

Lucifer had him.

“Oh, Cassie.” Anyone could have connected these dots, but Lucifer had been given a front row seat. Dean Winchester’s tiny human longing was loud, predictable, and always pointed in one direction. And the angel —

“You’re forgetting — I’m inside you — and yeah, you think you have all the really private stuff safely locked away, but you left the key under the mat for me, didn’t you? Because maybe… deep down… you want someone to know…”

“About your conquest. I mean.” He whistled, leaning on the kitchen counter. Cas’s hand flew to the antenna, to lessen the static caused by Lucifer’s jostling. “Shameful, torrid, these human/angel affairs. The original sin. It’s like — falling for an insect.”

“But… as far as insects go…”

“Do not go near him,” Castiel warned without looking up — like a territorial cat, protecting his kibble.

Is Dean Winchester kibble? Or more… wet food?

“Believe me, I’m trying. Can’t say I share your fondness for the guy. But when he looks at me — I mean you — with those pouty lips and those puppy dog eyes…”

Suddenly, the TV was loud.

“Can I be frank with you guys?”

“Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help— HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-”

“So, here’s the thing! He wants to see you! Really bad!”

“For what?”

“I did a pregnancy test–”

Lucifer sighed. “You forgot what day it is, didn’t you? Typical.”

The slightest twitch of a brow from Cas directed Lucifer’s attention to the false television. A group of colorfully dressed humans, huddled together in an unnaturally bright living room — How does anyone over the age of two fall for that stuff?

“Lie to him.” Cas answered gruffly. “Say I’m busy.”

“But you want to see him, don’t you?”

“She doesn’t understand him like I do,” says one of the humans on the screen.

*

That night, Cas showed up to the bunker with flowers. Simple, red things that he’d already been holding when he came to. He recognized them — not roses. Somehow, Lucifer knew that that was too cliche.

Dean didn’t spot them until Cas was all the way down the stairs, though he’d been tracking him the entire time, impatiently brushing invisible crumbs off of the map table. Adjusting the chair as he stood.

“So you are alive,” Dean said, not unhappily, his eyes skating over the bouquet and then pretending not to see — because it couldn’t be for him — even as he asked, almost involuntarily, “What’s with the…”

Cas looked down, as if surprised, again, to see them in his hands. “Uhm…” He swallowed. “They’re for you.” Dean eyed them now with mounting disbelief, shifting from foot to foot. He was in his nice jeans, Cas noticed, the tight ones, with only a couple of holes — on the thigh, and the knee — slightly flared at the hem — and the one pair of boots that he never took hunting. Cas didn’t think he’d ever see those again.

“Oh… Okay.” He accepted them gingerly, a smile slowly tugging at his lips. “That’s… Okay. Uh…” He sniffed them. “What are these–”

“Peonies.” Because Lucifer has a sense of humor.

“Oh…” Dean chuckled lightly, but his face was quickly turning red, freckles on full display.

Cas sighed, and Dean looked up at him, mouth hanging open, a question in his eyes.

“I missed you.” It was the only answer he could have given to anything Dean might’ve asked him. The only true thing he could say. It was more of a relief to see him now than Cas could put into words —

For Dean, it had only been a few days since he’d seen him last. For Cas, it had been months, interrupted only briefly by snapshots of the things Lucifer had done that Cas could bear to see — the bunker, the Winchesters, Dean, snippets of conversations. The looks on their faces as he fed them lies. Trusting.

These words must have had their own meaning to Dean, because he looked like he was about to crack open. “Yeah… uh…” He hung his head. “Me too.”

“Is Sam here?”

“I’m not sure-”

Never before had Cas kissed him like this — the way people do on TV and in movies. So sudden. So confident that it would go the way it was supposed to.

And it did. Dean was especially receptive to this sort of treatment. He didn’t pull away, and he didn’t seem to care where Sam was. He put the flowers down on the table without stopping them.

He backed himself onto it, guiding Cas with him.

*

It wasn’t Lucifer’s fault that there was nothing good on TV.

Well. Okay it was Lucifer’s fault. But he could either waste energy attempting to make himself at home in Cas’s perverted mind palace version of the Winchester’s kitchen—

Or he could sit back and watch the real show.

Not that that was much more interesting. Sex was sex. There were only so many ways to have it, and Lucifer had pretty much seen them all.

But here, there was a story. The Romeo and Juliet of it all. The lying, the secrets, the guilt and shame. And Lucifer wasn’t just watching it — he was part of it. In more ways than one. He was the side piece.

Or Dean was the side piece. It didn’t matter who had gotten there first, as an archangel, as the ultimate rebel, there was a bridgeable gap between himself and Cas. In another world, he could have mentored him. Made him into something useful, instead of this… family pet.

If he let down the wall a bit between this room and reality — he could feel the way they kissed. Lucifer had never known angels to kiss. But here was Castiel, doing it like a pro, reducing Mr. Bravado Dean Winchester to a whimpering puddle.

In fact, if Lucifer focused, he could feel what Dean was feeling too. Cas was all hands. All hunger. And Dean was grateful for it. So excited. So relieved.

At last, Castiel wanted him and only him. There seemed to be nothing else on his mind.

He rubbed against him with need, broke off to kiss his neck. Finally, Dean had an opportunity to speak.

But he was still speechless, too into it to risk it stopping.

He closed his eyes, shuddering when Cas whispered, “I’m sorry,” his hands pausing at Dean’s belt. “It’s… I know this day is important to you.” It had taken him a long time to realize it. Of course it didn’t help that one of them was often dead or missing around this time of year.

“What would you like to do tonight, Dean?”

He laughed again in disbelief. “What’s gotten into you?”

[noxemma]

(Not) Too Sweet for Me

Word Count: 2,376

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Fluff, Just all the fluff, Inspired by a Hozier Song, Inspired by Taylor Swift, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Scheming Sam Winchester, Idiots in Love, silly and sweet, Sam Winchester is a mastermind, Sam Winchester is So Done with Castiel/Dean Winchester, Domestic Fluff, Established Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Self-indulgent fluff, No Beta, my only excuse is that this started as an incoherent and semi-delirious text message

Summary: “Dude! How come Cas gets to pick the music?”

“Well, Sammy, he actually helped with dinner, so he gets a say and I happen to like a little Taylor every once in a while.” Dean retorts but he can’t quite meet his brother’s glare.

OR

Dean and Cas are listening to Taylor Swift as they make dinner. Sam complains and is subjected to even more Taylor Swift so he makes them listen to Too Sweet as revenge, although it doesn't have the results he thinks it will (or does it?).

“We’re back!” Sam shouts as he and Eileen make their way toward the bunker kitchen.

“You’re just in time, the burgers are almost done. Hunt went okay? No issues or anything?” Dean raises his voice to be heard over the music playing through the speaker on the counter.

“Yeah, it was just a vengeful spirit. An easy salt and burn cleared it right up.” Eileen answers while Sam rolls his eyes and throws a megawatt bitch face at Dean.

“Taylor Swift? Really, Dean?” Sam groans.

“Hey! The cook is like the driver, which means that I get to pick the music and you get to sit down and shut your cakehole,” Dean waves the knife he’s using to cut tomato menacingly across the metal counter. “Or you can make your own food and I can dump your southwest bean burgers in the trash where they belong.”

Sam turns an indignant face toward Eileen, but she just laughs.

“Sorry, Sam. I actually agree with Dean here. Plus, I like her songs too.” Dean gives her a wink and signs thank you while Sam huffs in frustration and slumps into a seat at the table across from Cas.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I’m the one who requested Taylor Swift. Jack and Claire have been listening to her a lot recently in preparation for the concert. I didn’t like it at first, but I must admit that some of the songs are very catchy and pleasing to listen to.”

“Dude! How come Cas gets to pick the music?”

“Well, Sammy, he actually helped with dinner, so he gets a say and I happen to like a little Taylor every once in a while.” Dean retorts but he can’t quite meet his brother’s glare.

Sam narrows his eyes, looking between Dean, clearly hard at work in the kitchen, and Cas, clearly just sitting at the table. “Oh yeah? How exactly did Cas help with dinner, ‘cause it looks like he’s just sitting around like the rest of us.”

“Dean, it’s okay. He’s right, I haven't really done anything to help.” Cas gets up and plucks Dean’s phone off the counter to switch the music. Before he can even get in the numbers of Dean’s passcode (222967) the phone is plucked from his hands and deposited into Dean’s pocket.

“He’s my emotional support since you two decided you wanted to go on a hunting date and didn’t invite us.” Dean emphasizes his point by sticking out his tongue. “So, we’re at least going to finish the songs Cas queued or I’ll purposely burn your bean patties, capiche?”

Cas shuffles awkwardly back to his seat.

"Ughhhhh, fine,” Sam groans, dropping his head to the table in resignation.

“Don’t let him fool you. He listens to Taylor Swift with me, and he enjoys it,” Eileen mouths to Dean.

“Oh, I know.” Dean mouths back with a grin and a wink.

After a few more songs, Dean finally tells Sam he can join the jam session and add songs to the queue. Sam thinks for a minute before he starts grinning and typing furiously.

“Hey, hey! Don’t make me revoke your privileges.”

“What? I haven’t done anything.” Sam blinks back at him, the picture of innocence, but Dean can practically hear the yet that Sam didn’t say.

“Uh, huh. Sure. Just for that: Cas you have another request?”

“Oh, uh,” Cas’ eyes dart toward Sam.

“Don’t worry about him, in fact, don't even look at him," Dean tells Cas over exasperated moose noises, "What do you want?”

“Would you mind listening to Shake It Off again?” Cas asks softly and Dean feels his heart melt a little. Cas has already queued that one several times today, but Dean finds that the repetition doesn’t bug him like it normally would, especially not when Cas begins dancing without realizing it.

“Not at all. I like that one too.” Dean knows his words come out too soft; he tries to recover before anyone else can notice, "You feel free to add stuff too, Eileen.”

“Thanks, but I’m actually enjoying your and Cas’ playlist,” Eileen admits, sticking her tongue out at Sam when he lets out a groan.

Sam’s pick begins playing as Dean preps the buns for when the patties get done. It starts out low and slow and folky and he’s sure he’s never heard it before but the singer sounds familiar. Dean sees Eileen and Sam signing back and forth but it’s too fast and beyond his limited ASL knowledge, so he just shrugs it off. He might have skipped the song if he’d known that Eileen was telling his brother You're the worst. You really shouldn’t push them or Sam’s reply It’s for their own good.

“Who sings this?”

“Hozier. It’s new.” Sam answers, giving him a strange look.

“Oh, I didn’t even realize he’d released new stuff.” Dean finds himself thinking it sounds more like Eileen’s taste in music than Sam’s, but it’s not bad. “What’s it called?”

“Too Sweet,” Sam replies casually. Dean’s too busy typing it in to notice the conspiratorial look that Eileen gives Sam.

Then the chorus hits and Dean stills for a moment.

I take my whiskey neat,

My coffee black and my bed …

Dean lets out a huff of laughter when he sees Cas whip his head toward Dean and raise his brow with amusement.

“Ha, same! Do-” Dean starts to jokingly ask Sam if he thinks the song was written about him but the next lyrics steal the words.

You’re too sweet for me,

You’re too sweet for me ...

Dean’s eyes immediately seek out Cas, who is looking right back at him with longing that he quickly tries to hide. Dean’s cheeks heat up and he can’t bring himself to look away even when Cas does.

“Dean! Careful the burgers are gonna burn!”

Sam's shout startles Dean into action and he flips them just in time. He quickly decides to focus entirely on serving up the food and avoiding blue eyes, which works until the middle of the second verse.  

You know you’re bright as the morning,

As soft as the rain,

Pretty as a vine,

As sweet as a grape

Once again, he’s compelled to lock eyes with his angel. His mouth opens to try and make a joke of it, but nothing comes out.

Sam and Eileen share a knowing look and begin signing again; Cas and Dean are too lost in each other’s eyes to notice.

The song ends and the room feels far too heavy for the upbeat sound of Shake It Off.

“So? How’d you like it? I thought it was kind of spot on for you, Dean.” Sam breaks the silence, an odd tone in his voice. He winces as Eileen shoots him a warning look and kicks him under the table. “Only about the whiskey and the coffee though, of course.”

“It, it was … good and the whiskey and coffee part are very me but uh,” Dean takes a shaky breath and stares directly at Cas with a shy smile, “I definitely like things that are probably too sweet for me.” 

Cas’ eyes go wide before dropping to his hands. 

Eileen’s mouth falls open as she looks between Dean and Cas before asking Sam, in sign, if this is actually happening.

Sam, looking equally surprised that his impromptu plot appears to have succeeded, just shrugs at her. No one says anything and another Taylor Swift song begins to play.

Eventually, Sam takes it upon himself to break the silence again. “Well, um, I think Eileen and I are going to work on some ... lore research. We’ll just take our plates to my room ‘cause it's pretty dry stuff and we don’t want to bore you.”

Eileen rolls her eyes at the lame excuse to give Cas and Dean some privacy but goes along anyway and grabs two of the bean burgers Dean has finished assembling.

Dean thinks he hears Eileen call Sam a coward as they exit into the hallway but he’s too hyperaware of Cas still avoiding his gaze to really care all that much. He silently begs the angel to look at him, to give him some glimpse of what is going on in his head. Dean needs something to reassure him that Cas isn’t avoiding looking at him because he is horrified by Dean’s attempt at flirting.

“Whelp I guess it’s just us for dinner then. Typical Sammy to bitch about the music then ditch.” Dean tries to break the tension and pretend he didn’t just flirt with his friend in front of his family. He sets their beef burgers down at the table.

“Thank you. It looks delicious, Dean.” Perpetually chapped lips curve into a small, lovely smile and blue eyes shine up at him. His heart starts pattering in a series of impossible acrobatics like it's going for a gold medal. His breath catches and he knows his face is a few seconds from telegraphing his feelings in bright pink. He quickly retreats back to the fridge to take some deep breaths. “Anyway, uh, you want a beer?”

“Hmm? Oh, sure. That would be nice. Are you ... are you going to have whiskey?” Cas tries to tease, but the words come out gentle. Dean turns and sees the smile falter as Cas mistakes his hope for confusion. Before he can get out even a fake laugh, Cas is shoving his burger into his mouth and averting his gaze.

Dean brings Cas his bottle of beer and sits down next to him. Cas may have started eating the burger as a distraction, but it now looks like he’s genuinely enjoying it. He’s making ridiculous happy little noises and Dean can’t bring himself to say anything that might ruin the moment. He’s about to take a bite of his own burger when Cas finally comes up for air after nearly inhaling three quarters of his burger. Dean's hands stop, his mouth hangs open, and he can’t do anything but stare at where Cas is trying to lick a bit of runaway ketchup off his chin as he reaches for the beer.

Can’t you see that I’m the one who understands you,

Been here all along so why can’t you see,

You belong with me

“You know, I think I really am in the mood for something sweet,” Dean finds himself saying; the words spilling out without his permission.

“Oh, um, I don’t know if we have anything...” Cas’ brow furrows as he tries to think if there are any sweets that might be hidden in the bunker’s pantry or fridge.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to ...” Dean trails off as he leans forward and plants a quick kiss at the corner of Cas’ mouth before he can chicken out. He sits back and begins to quietly panic when Cas simply stares back at him with surprise. When he can’t handle it anymore, Dean tears his gaze away and starts fiddling with a hole in his jeans. Discouraged and embarrassed he begins mentally cursing himself and Hozier and Taylor for giving him stupid ideas.

“Uh, sorry. You still had ketchup on your face and all these dumb songs… I thought it would be funny but it was stupid and rude and I’m sorry. If you want, we can just ... We can forget it ever happened,” Dean tells the table. He doesn’t notice that Cas’ fingers have crept up to rest on the side of his lips, like if he keeps them there, he might be able hold on to the sensation of Dean’s kiss.

At Cas’ lack of response, Dean starts eating his burger again, even if it tastes like ash and gets stuck in his throat.

Kiss me once ‘cause you know I had a long night

Cas tries to speak, tries to find the right way to tell Dean that it wasn’t stupid at all, to tell him that the last thing he wants to do is forget this happened. He desperately wants another kiss but he doesn’t how to ask and the words all get jumbled and scatter as soon as they form. So, he gives up on trying to think and just dips his finger into the ketchup still overflowing from his burger and wipes the red condiment on his bottom lip.

Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright

“Dean?”

Dean’s head shoots up at the breathless call.

Three times ‘cause I waited my whole life,

One, two, one, two three, four!

Once his gaze to breaks free from studying the soft hope in Cas’ eyes it drifts down to the ketchup smeared on his beautiful lips. 

I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings, uh-huh

"You missed a spot.”

That’s right, darlin’, you’re the one I want

It’s all the invitation Dean needs. His hand goes to the back of Cas’ neck, thumb gently caressing his cheek as he slowly leans in again. Cas’ eyes flutter closed and his lips part slightly, breath coming out quick in anticipation as Dean’s lips hover over his. A gasp slips out when Dean’s tongue clears away the ketchup before delving deeper.

They kiss each other in a haze, eager exploration building into desperate passion. They come up for air not quite knowing how Cas ended up straddling Dean or when they’d given each other matching hickeys but not really caring either.

“We should probably move this to my room before Sam or Eileen bring their dishes out.” Dean murmurs, not really paying attention to his own words as he finds a spot on Cas’ jaw that he’s sure he hasn't kissed yet.

“That’s, mmmh, probably a good idea,” Cas replies, not making a single move to disentangle himself from Dean’s lap. After a few more slow kisses, Dean takes it upon himself to lift Cas up and carry him to his bed.

Neither one remembers to grab Dean’s phone or turn off the speaker and Taylor’s voice follows them down the hall.

Call my bluff, call you “Babe,”

Have my back, yeah, every day,

Feels like home, stay in bed,

The whole weekend,

It’s nice to have a friend,

It’s nice to have a friend,

It’s nice to have a friend.

Bonus:

“Do you think they’re getting suspicious?” Sam asks Eileen as he queues Love Story next.

“Of the fact that you’re still in the jam session and playing all of Taylor’s love songs or that you’re actually a closet Swifty?” Elieen quips before dissolving into laughter as she dodges the pillow and bitch face that Sam half-heartedly throws at her.

[pray4jensen]

Wait ok what went down in s7 with Jensen and cas being killed off?

hi anon! first of all, i wasn’t in the fandom at that time so i can only relay what i have heard through the years and i may not be giving the most accurate portrayal of how events unfolded. i recommend you google around for news articles/posts written from that time in history.

the gist is that the showrunner at the time, sera gamble, decided to kill castiel off permanently to possibly 1) appease the bros only fans who kept sending in hordes of letters asking that misha be fired and/or 2) because she herself desired to return the show to the format of the earlier seasons (as in, just the brothers, because bobby also permanently died that season—what a shame and clearly a foolish decision since they brought him back pretty much every season afterwards)

what happened as a result of this decision was a very pissed off jensen. jensen obviously didn’t want misha off the show (because when you die permanently, you’re basically fired) and not to mention that jensen had always loved cas as a character so he saw what an essential part of supernatural cas had become. he no doubt fought sera on the decision, and was obviously turned down (always happens sadly, as you can see from the series finale). 

cue then san diego comic con, the summer before s7 was set to premiere. everybody was asking questions about what was going to happen to castiel, as he had literally become god and a major villain in the s6 finale. sera was very evasive, kept telling the audience that they would just have to wait and see because it was a cliffhanger, except literally the entire cast knew that cas was dead in the first episode and he wasn’t coming back. misha had to awkwardly answer questions pretending he still had a job and jensen was furious the entire time, at one point angrily grabbing his water bottle to visibly hold back a slur. when sera finished talking, he even remarked sarcastically that what she had said was “very informative” and it seemed the whole cast was very nervous about jensen’s attitude as he was usually very professional. in fact, his behaviour was very similar to how he appeared at his panel last week when he had to talk about the upcoming series finale, although a lot more deflated (he was clearly tired of fighting the inevitable)

anyway, it ended happily as sera’s decision to kill castiel literally drove the show into near-cancellation so she had to bring misha back and he literally saved the show. seasons 6 and 7 were so appalling as a whole that oftentimes people forget they existed and jared and jensen have at times remarked that they don’t really talk about those years. finally, sera left after s7 and jeremy carver took over as showrunner, beginning to weave in the deancas subtext in an intentional way that would kickstart the true beginning of their romance.

now sera has moved on to bigger and better things. she recently worked on a show called the magicians, where she used her expert knowledge to bury another gay. in fact, she did it so remarkably that the entire cast on the magicians didn’t even know the character had died, thereby depriving the actor of the chance to even properly say goodbye to his castmates or the ability to exit the show in a dignified manner.

[tohellandbackanthology]

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So we are all in agreement Dean and Cas are fine in Heaven rn right?

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[pray4jensen]

its been bugging me, i dont want to invalidate peoples' happiness and appreciation for it but want to get it off my chest.... labelling cas as gay feels pretty cheap. like they gave him 3 female love interests, one he had sex with & gushed about enjoying, he had a haram in 2014 w/o any men, really 15.18 was the only time he displayed interest in a man. the rainbow wings n everything feels like retroactively inflating his queerness. dean had more moments that read queer than cas ever did. (._.)

hi anon, i totally get what you’re feeling, but we also have to rmb that the journey of identifying as a queer individual is not always so straightforward and easy. there are many gay men out there who date women first, sometimes for a long time, before they identify as queer. sometimes, it’s because they’re afraid to veer away from societal expectations, and sometimes, it’s because they simply don’t know it themselves; they feel different, they feel alienated, and it takes time to undo and unlearn what they thought was true before they can refashion their mindset and beliefs about who they are as an individual.

cas could fit into more than one of these categories. cas’ sexuality in 2014 was still ambiguous. while he was shown only with women, his entire attitude towards sex showed an openness that defied the steep and narrow confines that come with heterosexuality on television. there were many who read his interactions with dean as suggestive of sexual history between the two.

cas’ interactions with meg and april likewise did not strongly reinforce his heterosexuality either. for one, both emphasized his naivety when it came to the realms of sex and humanity in general. he was never portrayed as someone who had a full grasp of either concept and, both times, he was depicted as using these experiences to try to understand dean better. he saw dean as the most exemplary representation of humanity that he knew, and he saw that dean liked sex a lot, so it’s not hard to imagine why he may not have outright negated his time with meg and april. we as viewers also know that his experiences, and in particular his experience with april, were fraught with consent issues. the fact that cas had very little choice in what happened while he was human makes his apparent heterosexuality in these situations dubious and compulsory at best. 

tbh, when it comes to hannah, that was when we as the audience were shown that cas at last understood the nuanced relationship between humanity and sex. he was put in a new role, one that made him more knowledgeable and wise about these things compared with other angels, and we never saw him reciprocate hannah’s advances; he openly warned her to not stray away from her angelic roots, and by doing so, cas’ bitterness about sex and humanity at a time that dean was lost to him only served to underline the fact that his own sexual entanglements with humanity (dean) were messy and full of regret. that was a curious thing for the show to highlight, given that cas never showed a highly emotional or personal reaction to sex before.

tbh, i don’t personally identify cas a gay man anyway. i prefer the term ‘queer’ because cas’ identity has never been so cut and dry (he’s an angel, he’s not an angel; he’s a man, but he’s not a man). gender and sexuality when it comes to him is open to interpretation.

that said, i’m not gonna lie that the reason it may feel cheap is because what spn did was cheap. unsurprisingly, they waited until the last moment to have a character come out as queer, and they killed him immediately. it is no surprise then that we have trouble reconciling cas’ queer identity when he was always written mandatorily heterosexual just up to the point that he wasn’t, though the writers did seem to suggest otherwise in subtext.

[tohellandbackanthology]

Hey! I figured I’d let y’all know and see!!! I custom made a sticker, had the sticker signed by Jensen & Misha, and placed the sticker in my copy of the Anthology! It looks so gorgeous there!

A bit of a disclaimer: I made no mention of the Anthology to them, nor did I show them the physical copy of the Anthology - just had them both sign the sticker & thanked them. I really wanted their signatures in the book, but didn’t want to break that fourth wall between the actors and content creators, especially without permissions from y’all which I knew would be tricky to get since there’s 80 contributors to the book. (At least one of them would probably start flipping through the book if they were handed the physical copy 😅) So this was my compromise.

PS - the random spider sticker is a personal-to-me thing from a fic I wrote; that’s why it’s there.

Oh wow! That is so lovely!!! We all ooh’d and ahh’d when we saw this post! And we really appreciate you for being so careful with our anthology!

We’re so excited for you! :D

[airportsteve190]

You know what? Supernatrual would have just been absutely better is so many ways if they would have just made Destiel canon sooner, and let Dean and Cas be openly affectionate like they did with Sam and Eileen, and like media does with every other het couple.

They didnt even need to be gross about it. Holding hands, Dean running his fingers through Castiel's hair as he walks by, a kiss here and there. Just small things like that. It would have added so much more value to their relationship (not their they relationship didnt have value already, and not to say you have to do these things for your relationship to have value) because of how badly Dean craved that affection and adoration.

[pray4jensen]

#im losing my mind #destiel #spn #he's just a weird little dude #everybody wants to kiss him on the lips and dress him up like a cowboy (via @helianthus21​)

my new headcanon is that dean just thinks everybody feels the way he does about cas

[itsdeanwinchester]

I know, I know, we’re all talking about destiel scenes that just hit differently now after the confession and we’re all anxiously waiting for dean, but damn, I never doubted dean’s feelings and it’s because of scenes like when amara was going to take lucifer!cas away and dean, even knowing that he literally couldn’t do anything, shouted out with such desperation, “Cas?”

[catsplushellhounds]

Sastiel edit

[pray4jensen]

The rug burn story is resurfacing and I have to ask, what do you think really happened?

i think the three of them began wrestling for whatever reason men choose to wrestle for. i think jared had to smile politely and back off and watch amused as jensen’s enthusiasm overwhelmed him. i think jared had a laugh while misha and jensen went so over the top that jared began to become concerned. i think when they finally stopped what they were doing, the same thing that happened when misha straddled jensen at jib happened, and jensen had to sit down afterwards with a pillow thrown over his lap

i think the reason they tell the story so incoherently is because they get so excited about the joy they had rolling around on the floor together that they stumble over their own words and giggle to themselves and this is why fans feel so confused because misha and jensen behave as if it’s an inside joke, but actually they’re just so pleased with themselves that they’re incapable of making sense any more

anyway gross!!! i’m praying!!!!!!!!!

[baby1967impala]

I consider this canon 🥰

[tohellandbackanthology]

I know it's been a while but I like to savor & take my time. And I almost cried reading the introduction 😭I knew I loved it so much anyway but I love it more & more & I know that'll keep happening 😭😭💙💚

Ahhhh thank you!!!!!!! We’re so happy to hear that you’re enjoying the book!!!!!!

[airportsteve190]

I know he probably wont see this, but i hope he does. I hope he knows and sees how much we actually love him. How much we all love castiel.