#dean x Cas

[lovealwayssay]

Do you think we lost the election because there was no new Destiel on November 5th?

[hanaridulsetcheese]

drunk love - destiel

Castiel walked into the dimly lit room, the quiet hum of the bunker filling the silence. His eyes immediately fell on Dean, sprawled out on the floor with an empty whiskey bottle by his side. Dean’s face was flushed, eyes glassy, and he was muttering to himself, caught in a haze that Castiel had seen too many times before.

With a sigh, Castiel moved closer, crouching down beside him. "Dean," he said softly, a gentle but firm hand on Dean's shoulder.

Dean looked up, squinting as he recognized the familiar blue eyes. "Cas… you shouldn’t be here… I’m a mess."

Castiel’s heart ached, seeing the pain Dean tried so hard to hide behind his bravado. "I am here because I care, Dean," he replied. "And I want to help you."

Dean let out a mirthless chuckle, the sound hollow. "You can’t fix this one, Cas. I’m too broken.

Ignoring his protest, Castiel’s hand moved from Dean’s shoulder to gently cup his cheek. "You’re not broken, Dean," he murmured, his thumb brushing softly along Dean’s stubbled jaw. "You’re hurting. But I’m here. You don’t have to face this alone."

Without another word, Castiel leaned forward, his lips brushing softly against Dean’s in a gentle, grounding kiss. There was warmth and strength in that kiss, a silent promise that he wasn’t going anywhere, no matter how dark things became.

As their lips touched, a warm glow filled the room, and Dean felt a strange but welcome clarity washing over him, the fog of alcohol lifting as Castiel’s grace did its work. Slowly, Castiel pulled back, watching as Dean’s eyes refocused.

Dean blinked, clear-eyed and aware, the world suddenly sharper and more real. He looked at Castiel, his mouth parting as if to say something, but words failed him.

Cas gave him a small, encouraging smile. "You’re not alone, Dean. And I’ll be here, every step of the way."

Dean swallowed, nodding slowly as he let the meaning of those words sink in. This wasn’t the end—it was a new beginning, one they could face together.

[existential-queeer]

Back in November of 2020, I tried explaining to my mother what was happening within the Supernatural fandom, which she understood none of. I told her about it so often that whenever I'd go "oh god not again" near her, she'd say "what language did they go canon in this time?"

Jump forward to now, November 3rd 2023, and I receive these texts from my mother:

she downloaded Tumblr just to be aware of what the fuck is going on with my silly little gay shows

[castielsprostate]

D-E-S-T-I-E-L ! WE ALL GO TO SUPERHELL!

[mischieviem]

And they were cowboys 🤠🤠

[saturnneedsspace]

One of my favorite Destiel moments is definitely when Dean stares dreamily into the distance and calls Cas a "weird, dorky, little guy."

[thefableddestiel]

We need a Destiel kiss in whatever spn thing Jensen ends up making.

“But I don’t want to kiss a man,” Jensen says.

Well, you should’ve thought about that before you decided to play Dean Winchester because HE kisses men and HE is in love with Castiel. Now, get out there and do right by him.

[th30ra3k3n]

“i can do it myself.” person a:

“i know you can, but let me.” person b:

[venbysstuff]

Worms are frequently secretly fond of each other.

I wanna make these into stickers they’re so cute

[melle-otterwise]

Supernatural: episode 10x09 in one pic 😇

@letsdrawcastiel, here is another new Destiel meme for this month's challenge 😉

✨ Available on stickers, print, magnet and more here! ✨

[strawlessandbraless]

Supernatural revivals got me feeling things and I need you to feel them with me

[lovealwayssay]

I just did some math and, if Cas is as old as the earth, his 12 years with Dean is equivalent to like 0.08 seconds in a human lifespan. That’s less than 1/10th of a second, shorter than the blink of an eye. He knew Dean for such a short amount of time compared to his entire existence and it was enough to fundamentally change everything about Cas and how he sees the world. That’s absolutely insane to me.

[destiel-wings]

Dean Winchester & hug dynamic analysis

I was thinking about how whenever Dean hugs someone he's almost always the one hugging the other and how this links to his psychological trauma of always being the caretaker of people, making himself bigger to protect them.

Because that's how Dean sees himself, as a shield for others, and then I thought about how Cas actually is the shield, and he's HIS SHIELD, specifically, the only one who's really there to protect HIM, which is why it hits so much when we see this:

The way Cas wraps his arms around him, trying to protect him with his whole body--that he'd use as a shield and give up in a second if he could spare him from any pain and save him.

(for context: Dean was about to go use the soul bomb on Amara there, it was a suicide mission)

Bobby is another one that hits, he hugs him as the big hugger because he's his father, he loves him and he's actually here to protect him (and Dean LETS him -barely, but he lets him *and Cas* - in a way that he doesn't let Sam)

I watched a compilation of Sam & Dean hugs to check if i was right about it, but it's almost always Dean the big hugger with Sam, except when he's about to die or Sam sees him alive again after losing him.

Even then, Dean mostly tries to hug Sam as the big hugger anyway, with at least one arm, like a way to comfort him, making him feel protected, like his body language is saying "I'm here, I'm okay, I'm still strong, i can still protect you" (because their real father failed and Dean thinks it's his job).

He rarely lets himself be the little one hugged with Sam, unless he's barely conscious. Which is why it kills me so much more now that in this moment (s14, when Dean was going to lock himself in the Ma'lak box cause he was possessed by Michael) and Sam has a desperate breakdown and punches him (to stop him) he forcefully hugs him as the little hugger, the way Dean always kept him, like a way of saying "I still need you to protect me, please don't do this to yourself".

In the scene below he gives Sam his blessing to do a dangerous (possibly suicidal) mission, and one of his arms is down, but the other one tries to stay up--he's forcing himself to do it and he struggles because he still wants to protect him, but (as the seasons progress) he slowly becomes more prone to let go.

So in this view the hug dynamic becomes an indicator of how Dean sees Sam (and himself) and his protector role, how adult and self sufficient he considers Sam, and how much he lets people around him take care of him, lowering his walls and letting himself be hugged.

This is also why i think hugs from characters like Garth or Charlie are so special, because they're just like us: they see Dean and they just know that he needs to be hugged a lot, and that he's not used to it, so they just go for it-- and it's so normal and kind and spontaneous that Dean's just not used to it-- he doesn't know how to respond (especially with Garth, at the beginning, but as the seasons progress, he learns to, and he even initiates the hug eventually).

I love the hugs where they're 50/50 (one arm up, one arm down both), feels like they're equals, both taking care of each other. I feel like with Sam and Dean, this indicates a healthier dynamic, because Dean lets go a little of the role that was imposed to him and manages to see Sam as the strong individual that he is. But the same applies to 50/50 hugs with other characters, like with Cas, where I feel like it testifies how equals they feel in terms of being fighters, there's a show of respect of each other's strength that transpires by the gesture (which is even more astounding considering that Cas is literally a powerful angel).

And just to end on a destiel note, I'd like to note the possessiveness and protectiveness of Dean (rightfully so) whenever he finds Cas after he thought he had lost him, and how that translates into his body/hug language:

[navyblueart]

diner talks and hidden wars

started off as a study of a screencap from 14.14 and then turned into something else. anyway!!!

[tremendouscreationperson]

Sam decided that enough was enough. They had been dancing around each other for too long. He couldn't take it any more.

It would be subtle, his words weren't harmful or forceful. He simply commented "maybe if you had a more feminine vessel you could blink your pretty eyes and this would be over" as he exited the motel room, conveniently going to 'the library'.

Castiel frowned deeply.

He had not thought about this vessel, had not considered it to be incorrect. But as he digested Sam's words... Maybe it was. His feelings - new and uninhibited - were strong and he was fascinated with the older Winchester, however Dean glanced at women. Dean didn't glance at men and Castiel was technically a man.

Dean's gaze caught Cas', his mouth was ajar and he wore a matching frown. "Cas don't listen to that ass hat."

But Castiel couldn't help it. This was all new, he had been invited on a hunt and found himself enjoying the slow path. He liked living a 'human' life, the normality of it was refreshing. He didn't have to defend his position in Heaven or fight on the front lines. He could simply be.

Being in Heaven was horrid now he had openly defined God and his siblings in favour of the Righteous man and his family.

Castiel had made that decision and by doing so essentially snapped his own halo.

And now he was just considering that maybe he should have stayed up there. Stayed emotionless because why was this vessel not satisfactory? Why did he have these doubts that he would never had had years ago?

Castiel moved with an effortless grace to the bathroom and stood in front of the small mirror. His face was fairly symmetrical and he had proportionate features.

He didn't see the need for beauty in himself but his eyes caught movement behind his right shoulder and there it was. Dean stood, concern splattered across his features but by God he was glorious. Dean Winchester was perfect. He was beautiful in body and soul.

Castiel realised now that 'blinking your pretty eyes' could work if it was Dean doing the blinking.

"Do I not have 'pretty eyes'?" Cas' eyes were small and blue. There was not much else about them.

"Cas, you're fine. Your eyes are 'pretty'." Dean's own stared a hole into the back of Cas' head.

"Is this vessel displeasing?" Castiel observed his face again, each line, each hair, each imperfection.

"No." Dean was firm. He broke eye contact, looking around the subpar facilities before coming back to Castiel. "You're not displeasing."

Cas couldn't believe that. How could he when it was plain to see? Memories flashed of Dean putting distances between them and breaking their prolonged eye contact and being the first to tell Cas off. Dean was disappointed. He found it hard to be close to Castiel in public and in private which felt... It felt sore? There was discomfort. Castiel found that he was fond of Dean, so so much, but Dean was embarrassed. He clearly didn't like this body.

"Do I embarrass you?" Castiel found himself asking. His hands plucked at the trench coat. "I could change my appeara-"

"No." Dean was firmer.

"Dean."

"Cas."

"It is no bother." Perhaps if he pretended it wasn't Dean would feel comfortable?

"Cas, you're fucking gorgeous." Dean snapped, rolling his eyes.

That took Castiel aback. He was gorgeous? The Angel found himself looking at his borrowed face again. He didn't see it.

He was just human.

Nothing special.

But if Dean thought that...

"If you're s-"

"I'm sure." Dean spoke, he had closed the distance, his words were quieter due to the proximity. "You're-" He swallowed. "You're hot."

Castiel couldn't stop the expression if he tried. The mirror showed his coy smile and Dean smirked back. Castiel's face felt warm, Dean was correct, he was hot. "I'm not sure why Sam would say such a thing."

Dean swallowed, his tongue scraped against his teeth. "He's trying to get a rise outta me."

Cas quirked his head to the side and Dean's eyes crinkled.

"Fuck it, it's been long enough-" he sighed "-Sam knows I find you attractive and I'm sorry if that is strange. I know it isn't you and I've been dealing with the fact that you're a man but fuck it- it's not the body that hot, it's you, Cas. It's the Angel who saved my ass, it's the friend that laughs at my jokes when I know you don't understand them, it's the way you wipe blood off your angel blade." He made a humming noise and Cas found himself short of breath.

"I-" Cas cleared his throat. "Dean."

That word snapped Dean from reminiscing and the human spun Cas to face him. "This is exactly what Sammy wanted and I'm going to fucking kill him but God you're sexy."

Cas watched Dean wet his lips and dragged his eyes back up. "I find you equally as attractive."

That's all Dean needed to hear.

He crowded Cas, who was already leaning against the sink, and kissed him with years worth of want.

He poured everything into the kiss. Every want, every need, every almost, every if, every dream, everything. So much so that he hoisted Cas upon the sink and found himself in-between Cas' thighs.

Dean had to breathe. Fuck being human. But he didn't let that stop him. He kissed his way down Cas' jaw and nipped at the exposed skin of his neck. Dean had always appreciated from afar the loose tie and undone buttons but close up he was buzzing. He finally was able to suck at Cas' jaw and bite and lick along the veins that teased him.

"Fucking beautiful." Dean didn't speak that for Cas. He merely stated the obvious for anyone to hear.

Cas found himself twitching and gasping at the sensations. Finding that he loves the sound of Dean's voice right at his ear, it made his spine straighten and his abdomen had developed a warm feeling.

"Dean." Cas' voice was deeper. How had his voice become deeper?

The human looked up at Cas and he was struck, once again, at how perfect Dean was. Physically he was beautiful, he would've had his own temple if he was born a few hundred years ago. But his soul danced around, glowing iridescently from his being.

Unbeknownst to Dean his green eyes reflected all of this. All of his soul and hopes and desires and everything the little human wanted to give.

"You-" Cas tried. "Your eyes are-"

Dean let them fall to Cas' lips and back up to meet his blue orbs. "Not as nice as yours."

Cas didn't know how to respond. He hadn't known how to navigate any of this but he did what he thought was best; he lent down and met Dean's lips.

[mischieviem]

Had a dumb thought anyways