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delulu4dean · 1 year ago

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“Five Gum…”

Warnings: idk, cringe outdated pop culture references. Gender neutral terms(just wanting you so you don’t get like confused <3 )

Pairings: Cas X autistic!reader(platonic), Dean x child!reader

Summary: Castiel is hanging out with Dean’s autistic child, and they have a lot in common.

Word Count: 1,278

Your dad, Dean Winchester, is out on a hunting trip with your Uncle Sammy. He left you alone with Castiel. You don’t know what Castiel is to your dad, they say they’re best friends, but the way they look at each other says more.

You didn’t mind being at the bunker with Cas though. Out of everyone, you got along with him the most. You had some sort of mutual understanding that Sam and Dean don’t get. You assumed it’s because Castiel didn’t know much about human interaction, social cues, pop culture references, and you were well, autistic. Your dad has made the joke that you and Castiel tilt your head the same way when you’re confused, and both don’t understand his sarcasm, and how even though your Dean’s kid, you’re a mini-Cas.

“So what are we doing today?” Castiel asks you.

“I know my dad is protective, but you really don’t need to babysit me, I’m 18. I am an adult,” you explain to Castiel.

“That’s not why he leaves me with you, he just doesn’t want you to get lonely.”

You nod, understanding. Today you’re probably going to do what you and Cas always do, exist next to each other while doing your own things. He’ll be reading something, you’ll be drawing something, and occasionally you two will look at each other, and ask how it’s going. It’s always worked that way.

And that is what you do today. You both go to the library together, Castiel picks out a book, you pull out your sketchbook, and you start doing what you learned is called “parallel play.” At least that’s what it’s called in kids, but you figured the term can be applied here too. You start sketching away as Castiel looks at you, narrowing his eyes.

“You wear that jacket all the time, why?” he asks.

“It brings me comfort. You wear that trench coat all the time, even indoors when you don’t need to. Why is that?” you throw the question right back at him.

“I suppose it also brings me some sense of comfort,” he concludes.

You nod, satisfied with his answer, and go back to sketching, as he goes back to his book. The only sounds filling the room are Castiel’s occasional page flipping, and your constant scribbling. This goes on for half an hour, only to be interrupted by your stomach erupting in hunger. Castiel does not say a word, as he gets up and goes to the bunker’s kitchen, and comes back with a prepackaged peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Oh thanks. When did we get these?” you raise an eyebrow.

“I got them the last time I went grocery shopping with your dad. He said you were having trouble eating because the foods we’ve been getting weren’t the right texture, and I remember when I was human I loved peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, you can never go wrong with them. But I know you sometimes just want ready made food, and when I saw these in the freezer section, I told Dean to get them.”

A smile comes across your face as you open the packaging and take a bite. These prepackaged peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were one of your safe foods, your other one being boxed mac and cheese. You bounce happily as you eat, something you do whenever you’re eating food you really like. And if it’s super good, you’ll kick your feet a little too.

You lick your fingers after you finish your sandwich, and sign “thank you” in ASL, something you do when you don’t feel like talking much. It’s a thing you do with everyone, you’ve taught them basic signs like “yes” or “no” or “please” or “thank you” or “food” or “water” to communicate when you don’t feel like talking.

“No problem,” Cas responds, smiling at you.

You nod and get back to your little activity while Castiel gets back to his. The silence is nice, you get to focus on you sketch, which is a picture of Castiel sitting down in his chair, reading. You occasionally glance up at him, getting the details you need, but you’re not going for realism. You have your own cartoonish art style and you’re drawing Castiel in it. Once you finish, you show him, and a big smile appears on his face as he puts down his book.

“You drew that? That’s me,” he says, and you nod. “I love it.”

You smile and start putting your art supplies away, as he goes back to reading. You clean up your space and put everything back in your room, before returning to Cas. You look over his shoulder at the book he’s reading, trying to not disturb him. He flips through the pages as he reads. But the page flipping and the silence get too much.

“Dicks out for Harambe,” you blurt out, not thinking.

Castiel once again sets his book down, this time not intending to pick it back up, as he looks up at you concerned. You didn’t think before speaking, but being on the internet you hear this phrase a lot. So you said it, and now Castiel is concerned.

“Who is Harambe and why are we exposing ourselves for him,” Castiel asks.

You think for a moment, wanting to answer him, but there’s no way to answer him without sounding stupid and insane. You take a deep breath, giggling a little at the thought of explaining “dicks out for Harambe” to Castiel.

“It’s an internet thing. This gorilla, Harambe, was killed, so we uh, expose ourselves, as you put it, to pay respects to him,” you attempt at an answer but Castiel furrows his eyebrows, getting even more confused.

“How is that paying respect?”

“Well it isn’t… it’s a joke…”

“I thought jokes were supposed to be funny,” he bluntly says.

“It is… to younger people I guess,” you shrug.

“And you said it because…?”

“I said it to fill the silence.”

Cas takes a moment to think, nodding, taking in what you just explained. He then takes his phone out and types away and you look at him, waiting for him to say or do something. He pats the seat next to him and you sit and look at his phone. It’s one of those fruit sensory videos on TikTok that you got Castiel into. Not the baby videos(well they are the baby videos) but the ones to popular music. You and Castiel watched as blueberries and strawberries bounce around the screen to Lincoln Park’s “Numb.”

“Why are we watching this?” you finally ask.

“You seemed like you needed something stimulating to watch or listen to,” Cas answers you.

“That reminds me,” you say, running to your room to grab something quick.

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Sam and Dean walk into the bunker, and as soon as they see everything, they just look around, confused. The ground is covered in bubble wrap, and the map table is full of Pop-it fidgets. You look up at your uncle and dad, as you and Cas run around barefoot on the bubble wrap, playing with the fidgets.

“What are you doing?” Dean asks.

You look up at him, with an innocent smile on your face.

“Five gum!” you yell at him, throwing a pop-it fidget at him, and he catches it. “Stimulate your senses!”

“I think they are making a joke, because this is a way to stimulate our feeling sense, which is something people on the spectrum often do,” Castiel explains to Dean.

“Yeah, I know what they meant, Cas,” Dean chuckles. “You two have fun while we were gone?”

You and Cas both nod.

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A/N sorry if this is silly, I’m autistic and Kin cas so I thought it would be fun to do Cas and Dean’s autistic kid. But autism is a spectrum! While this may be how autism is for me, it doesn’t represent everyone with autism :)

#castiel #castiel supernatural #castiel x y/n #castiel x reader #dean x child!reader #dad!dean #supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x you

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thelittleangel · 7 months ago

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Blind Date

tags: Castiel x male reader, fluff, angst, male reader,

warnings: possible OOC, angst, reference to past relationships that weren't great, reader gets stood up.

taglist:@agroovygoose @pumpkinhead666 @waywardseraph @wraith-posts

Part 2

When I agreed to do this, I didn't think there’d be this much waiting. I thought he would have been here by now. But sitting at the restaurant for thirty minutes seemed to me like he wasn’t coming.

I made a deal with myself to wait another ten minutes and if he didn’t show up, I was going home.

Another five minutes, I sat, tearing up napkins.

Three minutes pass.

“Screw it.” I mutter.

I grab my coat, dropping 5 bucks on the table.

On my way to the door, I bump into someone. Turning to say “excuse me.”, my eyes meet with a familiar shade of blue.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Cas. What are you doing here?”

“Dean asked me to pick something up. What are you doing here?”

“Nothing anymore.”

His lips shape into a frown. “What’s nothing?”

“One of my friends set me up on a blind date.”

“How did it go?”

I breathe out a heavy sigh. “It didn’t.”

“He didn't show up?”

I shake my head. He looks at me with what I guess is pity, and then back at the tables.

“I’m sorry.”

I smile at him and shake my head. “Don't be, it's not your fault.”

“May I sit with you?”

I look at him in confusion. “Aren’t you picking something up for Dean?”

He smiles gently at me, “it can wait.”

I smile back at him, “Pie?”

He nods. “Pie.”

He gestures to the table I was just sitting at. I look at the table and then back at him, “you sure?”

He nods.

I walk to the table, setting my stuff down. He sits across from me. We just watch each other awkwardly. I don’t know what to say to him and I doubt he knows what to say to me. I look down at my hands.

“Why do you go on these dates?”

I breathe out a sigh. “I honestly don’t know anymore. I never have any luck, and when I do hit it off with someone, they never contact me again. And I don't know if it's me or if it's just….”

We sit in silence for a moment, and I lean back into my seat, wallowing in sadness and self-pity.

“Can you look at me for a second?’

I look up at him, sure that I’m going to get some kind of stern expression and aggressive words to stop with the pity party. And I know he wouldn’t do something like that, but it’s just a common occurrence that I've learned to expect from everybody. But no, his expression is kind, his eyes are gentle.

“Even if you don’t can’t find someone who will love you right away, please don’t give up hope. There are still people out there who care about you.”

“I don’t really have a lot of people in my life, Cas.”

“You have Dean, and Sam, and you have me. You have your friends. Your family. You’re not alone.”

“It feels like I am sometimes.”

“Because no one’s interested in you romantically.”

“Yes.”

“How do you know that’s the case?”

“Because they never make an attempt to contact me after the first date, so I'm just left to wonder what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. You just haven’t found the right person.”

I look down at my hands again. He covers them with his own. I look up at him again. There’s sympathy there.

I squeeze his hand and then let go. I grab my stuff and head out.

As I'm walking to my car, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn and I see Cas.

I force a smile onto my face. “Hey Cas. What’s up?”

He looks nervous. I unlock my car and open the door.

“Before you left, I wanted to give you something.”

“What is it?”

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “It’s a surprise. I’m going to have to ask you to do something strange.”

I can feel my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “Like what?”

He looks away. “I need you to close your eyes.”

“Are you sure you can’t just tell me?”

He looks back up at me, his expression serious. “I’m sure.”

I sigh, closing my eyes.

I hear a shift, like he’s moving, maybe adjusting his coat. He takes a step.

I shift from one foot to the other. Waiting.

I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder, and I jump from the sudden and unexpected touch. “Cas, what are you-”

His hand moves to my face, his thumb brushing my eyelashes gently.

He takes a step closer.

I feel his lips brush mine.

My eyes open wide, and I take a step back, but I realize it's all for nothing, because there’s no one in front of me.

#supernatural #castiel x male reader #male reader #castiel x reader #castiel

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mikiemcsmitty · 1 month ago

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Fictober Day 7

prompt: "Follow me if you want to live"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary:

Cas's POV: Cas goes on a werewolf hunt with Sam and Dean now that he is human and trying to become a hunter (circa alternative season 9 where Dean didn't kick Cas out of the Bunker)

The classic 1967 Chevy Impala pulled up to a taped-off crime scene in Aspen, Colorado. Sam and Dean stepped out in their steam-pressed suits, ready to pose as FBI agents investigating a series of grisly deaths.

Dean approached the sheriff, flashing his badge. “I’m Agent Plant, and this is my partner, Agent Page.”

The sheriff squinted at Dean and Sam, then looked over at Castiel, who was standing stiffly behind them in a rumpled trench coat, clearly out of place. “And who’s this?”

“I’m Agent Perry,” Cas said in his usual deadpan tone.

The sheriff raised an eyebrow. “They sent three FBI agents for an animal attack?”

“He’s a trainee,” Dean said with an awkward chuckle, trying to get ahead of Cas's lack of undercover skills (or any social skills, for that matter) but also give a reason for him to be there.

“Isn’t this the third animal attack in a month?” Sam asked, changing the subject.

“It’s Colorado. We have all kinds of mountain animals out here,” the sheriff replied, dismissing the concern.

Dean kept pressing. “Regardless, we’re gonna need to take a look at the body and get the address of the victim’s family.”

The sheriff sighed and led them toward the crime scene.

“Called it! It’s definitely a werewolf,” Dean said confidently as they walked back to the car with the case file in hand. “What else could it be with the heart missing like that?”

Sam shook his head. “Let’s just talk to the family first and see what we’re working with before jumping to conclusions.”

Dean shrugged. “Alright, fine. But I’m telling you, heart missing? It's textbook.” Dean glanced over at Castiel, who was sitting quietly in the backseat, staring out the window. “You ready for a werewolf fight, Cas?”

“As ready as I guess I'll ever be.”

Later that night, the trio found themselves parked outside their prime suspect’s house. It was a quiet neighborhood, and Dean wasn’t leaving anything to chance. They settled into the car for what could be a long night.

Dean tossed a fast food bag into the backseat where Cas was sitting. “Taco Bell tacos: the best stakeout takeout in the country.”

Cas blinked at the bag before gingerly pulling out a taco. “Stakeout takeout?” he repeated, clearly confused but trying to follow along.

Sam was scanning through the case notes while chewing on his own taco. “Okay, so get this, Coach Mavis, the ex-PE teacher from the high school is always taking sick leave around the same time every month.”

“Maybe it's a menstrual cycle thing,” Cas suggests.

“Coach Mavis is a guy,” Dean says.

“–and he wasn’t all that well-liked by any students. Werewolves often hold grudges in wolf form and go after people they don’t like. It would make sense to be a teacher from the school since that's the only thing the victims have in common. I mean– they weren't even in the same grade in school”

“Hey, eyes on the prize you two it's stakeout time.”

Hours passed, and they still hadn’t seen anything suspicious. Then, out of nowhere, there was a loud crash from behind the house. The three jumped out of the Impala and rushed toward the noise, weapons ready.

Suddenly, the sheriff appeared out of the shadows, eyes glowing and teeth protruding. Before they could react, he lunged at Sam, knocking him to the ground and dragging him into the forest behind Coach Mavis’s house. Dean and Cas ran after firing bullets and trying to get Sam back to safety.

In the chaos, Cas got separated from the brothers. His heart pounded as he pressed his back against a tree, hiding, unsure of what to do. He wasn’t used to feeling fear like this but the cut on his leg from running into a branch reminded him just how mortal he is now that he's a human. The feeling was overwhelming.

Dean’s voice rang out in the distance, “Cas! Where are you?”

Cas peeked out from behind the tree just in time to see the sheriff luging at Dean now. He panicked, stumbling backward as Dean dodged and shot at the werewolf successfully injuring it.

“Follow me if you wanna live!” Dean yelled, extending his hand toward Cas.

Without hesitation, Cas grabbed his hand, and Dean yanked him up from the ground. Together, they sprinted back toward the Impala, running hand in hand until they reached the car where Sam was already waiting in the passenger seat with a makeshift sling on his arm. They jumped inside, and Dean floored the gas, speeding away before the sheriff could catch up.

“What are we supposed to do?” Cas asked, still panicked from the confrontation and the sudden realization of his mortality.

“Were dropping Sam off somewhere safe and then circling back around to take care of him once and forall.”

“Dean, I dont know if… I– I’m not as good a hunter as I thought I could be.”

“Don’t worry Cas we won't get separated this time. I’ll be right by your side the whole time.”

#fictober #fictober24 #spn #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #october #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic

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loserchildhotpants · 2 months ago

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Bird's Eye View?

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Castiel stops where he stands at the foot of the stairs in the crow’s nest, a concerned tilt to his head as, to his eyes and understanding, he watches Dean pause in the threshold of the room, his chest heaving with a sudden, uncharacteristic breathlessness, staring at him with wide, grief-stricken eyes.

“ — hello, Dean,” Castiel greets him, worry worming its way through his chest, “are you okay?”

Wordlessly, Dean rushes him, throwing his arms around Castiel’s neck and shoulders, their chests squeezing together where Castiel can feel Dean’s heart thumping wildly against his own, and then Dean is kissing him soundly on the mouth.

An involuntary utterance of surprise chirps up from Castiel’s throat, but he instinctively shuts his eyes and holds onto Dean’s waist, to help him maintain his precarious balance.

There are fingers weaving in Castiel's hair, gripping tightly, Dean’s arms are an unforgiving vise at first, but then he’s gentle, hands winding out of his hair to cup his face tenderly.

He doesn't stop kissing Castiel, though.

Castiel is dizzy, and much too excited.

His human body is so sensitive to Dean.

When Dean finally pulls away for a breath, Castiel takes stock of him through hooded eyes.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel says again in a voice somewhat rougher and lower than the one he started with at the entry door, flummoxed and thinking to himself that Sam and Dean must have been futzing in the artifacts room, and might have touched something that’s got at least Dean very confused.

There’s a tragic sort of half-sob, half-laugh noise that comes from Dean, but he smiles beatifically when he replies, “God, it’s so good to hear you say that.”

Brow knotting in fond confusion, Castiel almost smiles back at Dean, but then looks to the threshold of the room again where Dean and Sam are standing and gaping.

Truly perplexed now, Castiel looks back at the Dean in his arms — the Dean before him has glassy eyes, he looks just a moment from crying, and so Castiel looks at him through other eyes, until he’s gathered enough information to mutter, “oh — you're not from here. Your soul is shared with the Dean of this universe, you are Dean, but you aren't from here. Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

“Dude!” Dean Prime objects, looking white as a sheet, “what the fuck was that?! You’re married!”

“That’s your first thought?” Sam asks from his right.

Other Dean turns enough in the loose circle of Castiel’s arms to make eye-contact with Dean Prime, squints at him like he’s said something in some unknown tongue, and replies, “yeah? And who do you think I’m married to, numb nuts?”

Realizing to some degree what is happening in the room now, Castiel lets his arms fall to his sides, though Other Dean seems disappointed by this.

Other Dean looks at Castiel closely, his arms still circled around Castiel's neck, “my Cas, he… died a few months ago. Just figured… figured since our universes had so much in common, that he must be gone here too, so I… but I heard his voice, I saw him, and he’s — well, you know how it is.”

Other Dean lets his arms fall off Castiel like rain against his coat, fingers still dragging down Castiel’s arms like he isn’t done touching, but knows he needs to be. Still, he doesn’t move even so much as an inch away as he turns to better face Dean Prime.

“Guess you probably don’t appreciate someone mackin’ on him, even if it’s a fellow Dean. I mean — seeing him again, it’s just… I mean, you get it, right?”

“You’re married to Cas?” Dean Prime asks at a pitch two octaves higher than his usual speaking voice.

Other Dean’s expression darkens, he opens his mouth to say something like ‘obviously,’ but more occurs to him in the following moments; his eyes move to Dean Prime’s left hand, his expression scrunches in distaste, slackens again, then he asks, “where’s your ring?”

“What ring, dude?!”

“Our ring,” Other Dean insists, gesturing aggressively with his left hand, “I get taking it off for hunts, I do that too, but you’re home now — we put it back on for the drive home.”

“No, we fucking don’t, because I don’t have a fucking ring!”

“You aren’t married?”

“To Cas!?” Dean Prime exclaims, as though it’s so wildly unthinkable.

Castiel tries not to let that tone of voice sting too deeply.

“Obviously!”

“No! Christ, fuck, no!” Dean answers defensively, “it’s Cas, he’s my buddy, not-not —”

Other Dean turns to gaze at Castiel again, eyes flickering across his face, “you’re not with the Dean in this universe? Like, romantically?”

“I — no,” Castiel answers, shoulders hitching with a slight tremor of stress, “it’s as Dean said, we’re not —”

Without any more hesitation, Other Dean leans in and kisses Castiel’s mouth again, cutting Castiel off with another surprised ‘hmph!’ noise.

Castiel still instinctively shuts his eyes when the kiss comes, but he’s becoming increasingly confused and while it’s something he wants very badly, he doesn’t understand why any Dean of any universe would be granting him such a sweet gesture.

Other Dean takes Castiel’s wrists and molds Castiel’s hands onto his waist, clamping down on Castiel’s hands to keep them in place, as if he wants them there.

But neither of us are dying, Castiel considers, why are you letting me touch you? Why are you touching me? What version of you could ever want this?

Other Dean barely pulls back this time; their lips drag on one another, sticking at the wells of their bottom lips like they’re meant to be sewn together. Like Dean and Castiel’s mouths make more sense as two mouths melded into one than to ever be parted.

Other Dean’s eyes find Castiel’s, he bumps their noses together affectionately, and says, “that’s medicine, ain’t it? This is why I’m here. Only thing that makes a lick of fuckin’ sense. You gotta leave with me.”

“Leave with you?”

“Come home with me, Cas,” Other Dean tells him, his eyes cast low and loving across Castiel’s face, “you know, I built a house for you back home. Made you a garden ‘n everything. It’s cozy, gets bright in there — I put in skylights and everything. You’ll like it.”

“I have lost track of what’s happening,” Castiel confesses, looking up and slightly cross-eyed at Other Dean from where he stands so closely.

“There’s two things I know for sure in this fuckin’ life; one, Bert and Ernie are gay, and two, which is at least fractionally supported by one — you’re in love with me.”

Color drains from Castiel’s face, he can feel his vessel responding in ways he doesn’t mean for it to, but Other Dean’s eyes still speak of quiet, almost overly sweet adoration.

He raises a hand to cup Castiel’s cheek, as though he’s trying to keep a skittish cat from running, and tells him, “it’s okay, Cas, you don’t gotta panic. We were obviously meant to find each other. Look — I’m a Dean without a Cas, and you’re here — in a world where I don’t love you back. It’s insane — it shouldn’t even be possible, Cas, but what I know is — what I know…? What I know is that if you’re there, you love me. That ain’t a fuckin’ variable. You’ve spent years convincing me this is true, and I’m a certified fuckin’ believer. There ain’t a Cas in the whole damn multiverse that wouldn’t marry me again, right now, if I asked.”

Though his panic must be starting to show on his face now, Castiel feels the rest of his expression break open, vulnerable and terrified, all of him bleeding where this foreign Dean has flayed him so lovingly.

“If Castiel, Angel of Thursday, is something that exists at all, they love me,” Other Dean tells Cas, like he’s reciting something from memory, “one constant. You’re my North Star, Cas. Someone, somewhere saw how I was hurting, and they sent me right here to you. You ‘n me are the damnedest thing, man, we ain’t meant to be apart.”

Castiel first considers lying, because he isn’t ready for this conversation with Sam and Dean, but this alternate Dean — he’s right.

He’s right in an inevitable kind of way, a way that would be futile to try to deflect or redirect.

“Jesus Christ, guy’s universe is way further off than we first thought, huh?” Dean elbows Sam; he appears to miss the very worried expression Sam tries to give him before he looks at Castiel and instructs simply, “this is crazy, man. Tell ‘im he’s got it all wrong.”

Castiel looks to Dean Prime, color still gone from him, cornered in a way Dean doesn’t seem to understand, and that makes all of this exponentially worse.

“Hey,” Other Dean interjects softly, pulling Castiel’s attention back to him, “I’m right here, Cas. You don’t have to hide.”

Looking into Other Dean’s eyes, Castiel realizes he cannot lie to this Dean. This Dean is so sure of Castiel’s love, and he’s right to be, and to tell him otherwise, to try to convince him otherwise, would be cruel and cowardly.

“Man, look, if Cas took a lady vessel in your world or something, that shit doesn’t translate. I’m not gay, and neither is Cas. Even if Cas were a woman--”

“Dean —” Sam tries to intervene, but Other Dean stumps them all.

“Ol zir g g,” (I am with you) Other Dean murmurs gently to Castiel, making Castiel take a half-stumble backward with a soft gasp, “ol om g, Castiel. Tol c g.” (I know you, Castiel. All of you.)

“Cas, come on, it’s shitty to string a guy along — let’im off the hook, dude. That’s not how things shook out here.”

When Castiel looks to Sam and Dean, Sam is cradling his forehead in his palm, shaking his head at the floor in some measure of despair and disbelief, and Dean is looking at Castiel with mounting aggravation.

Castiel’s throat audibly clicks on a swallow.

“Dude, just say it, just tell the guy it’s not like that here. That he’s wrong about us — about you!”

“He… he’s not…” Castiel trails off, only making it that far, and whatever tone his voice ends on seems to imply to Dean that he’s just not finished a thought.

“Cas, come on, man, what? Are you worried about hurting his feelings? Dude’s in the wrong universe, he —”

“Dean, Jesus Christ,” Sam mumbles long-sufferingly, wiping his hand down his tired face, looking vaguely tortured.

Castiel too feels like he may be physically ill when he admits to the floor, “he’s not, though. He’s not… he’s not wrong, Dean.”

Other Dean loosens up, smiling sweetly at Castiel’s profile, looking deeply pleased, satisfied, aura all warm colors and shimmering with gold.

#ask #anon #WIP ask game #long post #answered #melanie writes

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cr-noble-writes · 8 months ago

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Ask game. 8 and 24.

vIoLeNcE

Since I already answered these for Mass Effect, I'll answer them again for Supernatural.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

listen, I love the "baby in a trench coat" line as much as the next guy. In context. But I think the fandom at large has taken it way too far and tried to turn Cas into this guy that's basically powerless and/or incompetent, and that's not who he is. He's both incredibly powerful and competent. And largely the instances in canon where he might seem otherwise, it's because he is holding back intentionally due to some moral quandary or concern about alienating Dean and Sam.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Top/Bottom discourse, my beloathed. I hate it with the fiery burning passion of ten thousand suns. I would yeet it out of the universe were that possible. Who tops or bottoms in a relationship is not that fucking important, and the fandom tends to use the whole thing as a different way of asking who the girl in the relationship is and I fucking hate it.

choose violence ask game

#crnobleanswers #ask game #choose violence ask game #supernatural #fandom critical

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mlobsters · 1 year ago

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supernatural s11e22 we happy few (w. robert berens)

why does lucifer keep dressing like cas now that the jig is up (i'm just really asking for the trench coat to leave the building) also grumbling when i see there's a pre-episode recap thing in the transcript because netflix just doesn't show them anymore, since s10

CHUCK I’ve missed a few… million… birthdays— LUCIFER Yeah, and the second your apes send a distress flare, boom. Daddy’s home. CHUCK That’s not what happened. DEAN Hey, these apes saved your ass. (LUCIFER scowls and snaps his fingers. SAM and DEAN look sick but quickly realize nothing happened.)

millions of birthdays, it's nice getting even a ballpark on the timeline the show is working with

LUCIFER Screw you. Screw all of you. (LUCIFER storms out between SAM and DEAN. When he’s left the room, CHUCK huffs and begins to leave as well.) CHUCK Kids, huh?

maybe he should call up jody, get some tips. dealing with grumpy angsty teens

god in the kitchen, making pancakes. okay. flashing that world's greatest dad mug again

i like her already

definitely most qualified people to be running a therapy session, they're such great communicators!!

LUCIFER No, you betrayed me. You gave me the Mark to lock her away, and when it changed me – when it did what the Mark inevitably does – you threw me away. CHUCK No, son. The Mark... you always cast a jaundiced glance at humans. The Mark didn’t change you. It just made you more of what you already were.

aha see i'd read that in fic, the thing about the mark making you more of what you already were re: dean and i wondered if that was fanon or canon. question answered!

LUCIFER You have any idea what it’s like to argue with your father when your father is God? (to CHUCK) Everything is a tautology with you. Everything is, “Because I told you so.” Everything’s, “It had to be done.” DEAN Pretty sure that’s all fathers.

okay that made me laugh

the trope of getting all the people scattered about who hate each other to work against a common enemy is a fun one. perkier way of having to get all these subplots to merge into the main than they usually do, so i'll take it

DEAN Right, but why keep her in play? So she can escape and we can go through this all over again? SAM Dean, what is this about? DEAN I – Nothing. Am I the only one thinking rational here? LUCIFER It's about her. Sam, it's about his girlfriend. DEAN Okay. Shut up. LUCIFER I mean, think about it. Dean Winchester meets the biggest evil in the universe, and he takes a pass? Come on. Now he wants Daddy to do what he couldn't. SAM Is he right? DEAN Oh, I'm not getting into it with him. Not gonna happen. LUCIFER Hey, Dean. Come on, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. We opened a vein for you two. DEAN I tried to kill her. (Flashback to DEAN stabbing AMARA only for the knife to shatter.) And it didn't work. CHUCK Maybe it didn't work because you didn't want it to work. Maybe you didn't want to kill her. SAM You want God to kill Amara because you don't want Amara to be killed? DEAN Yeah, maybe there's a part of me that just can't hurt her. But if she's already dead— SAM Then she's already dead. Right.

i don't understand. didn't sam already know this? if this not explicitly, sure seems like an obvious extension of this part of dean and him having a good quality, honest conversation about this in 11x13??

from s11e13 DEAN Standing here right now, every bone in my body wants to run her through. Send her back to that hole she crawled out of. But when I’m near her, I don’t know. Something happens and I can’t explain it, but to call it desire or love…it’s not that. I’m screwed man. We wanna kill the Darkness. We need to kill the Darkness. And I don’t think I can. I’m sorry to do that to you, ya know, but when it comes right down to it… SAM I got it Dean.

CHUCK Oh, yeah, I've been quietly rooting against you both for some time now. Although, I can't deny you're one of my guilty pleasures. ROWENA (giggles) Oh, God. CROWLEY (scoffs) Oh, God. DEAN All right, no flirting. And no fighting.

lol

SAM God and I talked about this. Someone needs to bear the Mark. DEAN Well, that should be me. I-I've had it before. I'm damaged goods. CHUCK Exactly. You've already been tainted. I can't transfer it to you. Sam volunteered.

what the fuck, bro

DEAN First Cas is making kamikaze side plans, and now you? You couldn't have talked to me? SAM We did talk. DEAN And what happens when the Mark turns you psycho, then what? SAM You lock me up where I can't hurt anyone and you throw away the key. DEAN Sam, no. SAM Dean, you told me you couldn't beat Amara, that it would have to be me. Well, this is it – me.

this seems so ridiculous. we have been down this path so many times. neither of them can tolerate the other one sacrificing their lives for the greater good. hello the trials, getting the mark off dean that caused all this mess. contrived messy conflict over the fucking mark again. trying to remember why he had the mark to begin with, to kill abaddon? they really need a better prison system

so everyone who's helping rowena got killed but rowena magically makes it out unscathed. boo. booo. i don't want rowena getting killed off or anything, but if you're gonna do all of them and not the recurring character... bleh.

kansas power corp with an atom logo would a nuclear power plant. mmmk

AMARA It was ego! You wanted to be big!

okay dramatic speech but this just made me giggle. uppies! i am not following this confrontation very well. i just don't caaare. glory of creation, grace, she felt it in dean, sure. but basically wants to wipe everything clean except dean soo doesn't matter. fun heisty vibes were very shortlived

guessing that really bad cg was lucifer popping out of cas. like, excuse me what is that

guess the brief angst over the mark was for nothing, which being i've never heard of it in relation to sam before, i should have known

thank you for mussing up her eye makeup a little. after getting blasted across the asphalt and passing out for an unknown period of time.

the added element of suspense when i don't realize this is a 23 episode season, not 22 :p dunno what's going on outside, but i guess the end times have pretty lighting. very 2016-insta ready

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When the camera speeds through into Donatello Redfield's home, it is very reminiscent of the "rammo-cam" shots that director Sam Raimi would frequently use in the Evil Dead series.

funny, i mentioned a shot that reminded me of the evil dead series too - in 10x11 (different director though, this was john badham and 10x11 was phil sgriccia)

shaky over the shoulder pov cam thing in the opening giving me evil dead/army of darkness vibes. campy

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 11x22 #robert berens

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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 1 year ago

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 08x17 Goodbye Stranger

There’s a fun fact about this episode I’m going to tell you once we get there

“Does he know his gun’s hanging out?” “At least that’s a better death than getting stabbed by a nail on the wall” Why is Cas only killing Deans? There’s no Sam

“Doesn’t everybody hate Sam?” “probably” “are we really just playing with shit?” “that’s what they all say’ laughter

“Ya’ll got something in common. Collecting girly magazines” You wouldn’t even have girly magazines if it weren’t for me

Laughter “That fkn smile” “this season is ridiculous. It’s a totally different show, ya know” “MOSS” 🎶yellow and green🎶

“I didn’t understand anything he just said” “Hair” “and this is the only copy” “ball handler” It’s Cas

“Lighting much” “they can just pause reality? I wish I had that power” “it would be an autism super power” “strange hair huh? The curlers lady” yeah dean

Laughter

“That doesn’t kill demons?” He just stabbed the hands “This lady won’t be able to do her hair again” laughter

“Uh huh” laughter

“They really went all out on her makeup. Extra bloody” “Man, they could have gone all out on the Star Wars jokes. Meg, you’re our only hope” “I love how Cas is so bad at keeping secrets. They can’t even make it a whole episode. Then he ganks a demon and the truth comes out. Not even 15 minutes later” laughter

“He can’t just heal the demon body. Couldn’t Meg smoke out then heal the vessel?” “I feel like that’d be a lot easier than all this shit” “That was such a weird thing to say” “what the fuck is she drinking?” “Goddamn it. I keep missing what she’s saying” laughter

Laughter

“That was so awkward but kinda good. I enjoyed that” “whoever was on the microphone boom hovered that shit right over Jensen” laughter

“Cas doesn’t know these references” “stand back or off to the side works too” “wait what” She possessed him once

“Isn’t that obvious? Isn’t that everybody?” laughter

“She wants to have fun with the unicorn” “Is Cas lying again? No? I wouldn’t think so idk” “They spent way too much time on Dean’s hair” “We’ve got a standoff” “How long have they been talking? Holy shit” laughter

“It’s cool editing” “He just fucked off with your magic juice” “that was easy” “new coat of paint” “Exactly” “why the fuck would he word it like that” laughter

Gee I wonder what broke the connection

“Aww. Does she never come back?” “Is that the last of Meg?” Until S15

“What happens in S15?” “huh. I don’t really like Naomi that much I guess” “I mean is it so much to ask?” “How many times have we gone through this? It’s one of the most frustrating things in the show. This back and forth lying and splitting up on the job” The fun fact is that it was supposed to be I Love You instead of I Need You “they mean kinda the same thing” “going on a little world tour with the tablet. Taking selfies with it. This is me in Paris. This is me here. This is me there”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural rewatch #supernatural #supernatural s8

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shallowseeker · 1 year ago

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The script for 7x17 Born-Again Identity wasn't all that different from what aired.

The thing that made it hit so tensely romantic n' horrifically raw (to the point that it made everyone uncomfortable, allegedly) was probably this seemingly innocuous little line: "Just-- take it. Please."

It's not just the symbolism of the coat being a symbol of their relationship, (though it is certainly that). The coat, like the Leviathan blossom in season 15, is a little smooshed, but it's still there, against all the odds. But this "just take it, please," line is just so desperate. It sounds dangerously close to "giving away your heart." Please.

Just take it. Please. Just take it. Please.

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All the monsters, and Chuck, throughout the series, "just want your heart," (ex., the werewolf to Dean in 13x23 script), but Dean already gave it to Cas.

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He goes to the car trunk. Digs... Comes up with Cas's folded, stained COAT. DEAN: Dumb to keep. I know. I saw you-- dissolve or whatever. But, just in case. 'Casue I never stopped wanting to fix it either. So we got something in common. (re: the coat) Just-- take it. Please.

The script also calls to mind 7x10 Death's Door, where Bobby laments his fight with Karen, and not being able to fix their last fight. Bobby's dying act was to help direct them toward the whereabouts of Emanuel.

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And then, after Dean finds Cas, he is so, so reluctant to tell Cas the awful truth, partially in order to spare him the pain of it. He knows that Cas, in his core, cares about doing the right thing. He knows that this will hurt him.

And...he's so afraid of Cas disappearing. Sam's dying, and Dean needs his help, but he's also, really, really taking an emotional hit by all of this.

Cas says, "Tell me. I'll be fine." And Dean is generally unhinged and distressed about that possibility: "How do you know?" Because being an angel is "bloody and corrupt," and Dean knows that it hurts Cas to be tangled up in all of it.

DEAN (snapping) Think it's that cut and dry? Really?! (then) You know what he did. So what, tell him, he'll take it in stride? He could snap, disappear-- who knows!

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On the heels of this:

DEAN: No. Honestly-- I don't know if he's dead. All I can say is...whole thing couldn't be messier. (then, quieter) I could always shake if off. Anything. Might take a while, but I could. Then... Cas did this. And I just can't, I don't know why. CAS: It doesn't matter why. DEAN: What? Course that matters--

Of course it matters, because it's Dean's feelings. It's different! He doesn't know why! It's The Piece of the Puzzle that Dean keeps tearing at, not letting it scab over. It's the thing he's been working to understand about himself, from his outsized reactions to Cas not trusting him in season 6 to his incredible devastation at the events of season 7.

This will lead him to a dawning acceptance of why he can't shake Cas in season 8, and that will lead Dean to a sad, calm resolve to accept...whatever it will be.

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#spn 7x10 #spn 7x17 #spn death's door #dean & bobby #dean/cas #cas + amnesia #dean/cas + doomed lovers trope #dean + emotions #dean + self-aware #of course his feelings for cas matter #of course they do

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zepskies · 2 years ago

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Patched Up (III)

Pairing: Castiel x Reader Summary: How Castiel thanks you for treating his wounds.

This is part of a 3-part series with Sam, Dean, and Castiel.

Word Count: 780 Warnings: Fluff

Part III: Castiel

It was no small humiliation on his part. An angel, formerly of Heaven, now reduced to cradling the stinging hand of his vessel.

He was piled into the Impala with you, Sam, and Dean, but the moment they returned to the Men of Letters bunker, he tucked his hand to his chest and broke away to the kitchen.

With a mix of concern and suspicion, you watched his trench coat flutter behind him as he moved swiftly out of the common area.

You shared a look with Sam, who shrugged. Unwilling to let go of your concern, you followed Cas into the kitchen and found him standing there, inspecting his right hand. That is, until he sensed you behind him and tucked his hand into his pocket.

It was an awkward move for the angel, who never held his hands in his pockets. You raised a brow at him.

“You okay there?”

“Fine,” he said, in that flat, gravel way of his. “Why do you ask?”

You hummed and went over to him. When you touched his right wrist, he flinched the slightest bit, leaning away from you.

“Will you let me see?” you asked patiently. He looked down at you with his heavy, dark brows crunched over his eyes. But he soon relented, letting you tug his hand out of his pocket. It was red and severely bruised.

If you thought back, that fit from when an enemy angel had tried crushing his head with a pipe, but only managed to catch his hand against the ground instead. You knew why he was upset though. Cut off from Heaven as he was, and now using another angel’s grace as his own, he was maybe at half-strength. Maybe even less.

“Okay. Come ‘ere,” you said, leading him to the sink. You put it on its coldest setting and ran his hand under the water. Cas closed his eyes with a flinch, but eventually he got used to it. You bade him to stay there while you riled through the kitchen for some ice, a plastic bag, and a paper towel.

It was amazing you found anything in this disorganized frat house, but you made your makeshift icepack and took his hand from the water, turning off the sink. You pressed the ice gently on his hand, and your gaze flicked up to the angel’s face, trying to read how much pain he was actually in.

“This isn’t necessary,” he said. You smiled at the slight grumpiness you detected.

Cas held his stoic expression well. You could almost believe he was humoring you here. He had been hurt much worse in the past, both as an angel and as a human, however brief that had been.

But you’d gotten pretty good at reading the subtleties in his body language over the years, and his crunched brows were the biggest tell. He was in pain, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

The ice was probably helping to numb it, but his hand was stiff, his skin red and now ice-cold.

So you raised his hand to your lips and laid a soft kiss to his knuckles. “There. All better.”

Cas’s eyes widened a fraction as he looked down at you, head tilting in confusion. You pat his arm with a smile and let go of his hand.

“Just keep the ice on for a few minutes at a time. It’ll help with the swelling,” you said.

You walked around him, intending to check and see what Sam and Dean wanted for dinner. But a gentle hand on your wrist stopped you from leaving. You looked back at Castiel questioningly.

He looked uncertain for a moment, but then he crossed the gap between you. His hand moved from your wrist to grasp your fingers around his. You looked up at his handsome, unshaven face with the beginnings of a blush warming your cheeks. His height over you always made you feel small, but also protected with his frame taking up space around you.

“Yes?” you asked, with a somewhat teasing smile. His dark blue eyes locked on yours.

With a subtle smile of his own, he leaned down and kissed the corner of your mouth.

“Thank you,” he said. You didn’t know if he intended to say it so close to your ear, or with that amount of depth in his voice, but it caused a current of electricity to run deliciously down your spine.

Your smile for him turned a bit more playful, and you leaned up and cupped the back of his neck with your free hand.

“I think you missed,” you said, and brought his lips to yours instead.

Check out Part 1: Dean, or Part 2: Sam!

#castiel x reader #castiel x you #castiel x female reader #castiel/you #castiel/reader #spn #spn fanfic #spn fics #spn fanfics #supernatural #castiel #zepkies #zepskies writes #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fics #romance #reader insert

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bustyasianbeautiespod · 5 months ago

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[ID: Four screenshots from the SPN Wiki. Their text reads:

Q: What's the first thing you do in the morning? I masturbate to the Tom Cruise poster I have on my bedroom wall, says Jared and everyone cracks up. And you say I'm gay, says Jensen, while Jared looks nervously at us taking notes. Are you going to print this?, he asks with worry.

At Jus In Bello Italy 2012 Misha was asked about Dean hanging on to Castiel's trench coat: "What do I think about Dean keeping my trench coat? Well we kind of talked about this, but I - I think it’s a little gay. Not in a bad way, just - it’s… it’s - y’know, he definitely [laughs] - it seems like, uh, it seems like he is definitely pretty, uh, pretty attracted to Cas… [audience cheers] And possibly, borderline obsessed. Um… so… yeah. I mean, it’s a little creepy, too. I kind of shudder to think what he did with that trench coat. Uh… came out, maybe. What’d you think about it?" [audience cheers]

At Jus In Bello Italy 2012, Jensen talked about the trench coat scene, describing it as "awkward," pointing out that the jacket was in a stolen car, that Dean wouldn't have folded it that nicely, describing the written dialogue as, "It was so bad," and saying that he and Misha ended up changing the dialogue. One fan who won a copy of the script from Misha posted the relevant pages on Tumblr. The removed lines have Dean saying, of the trench coat he's holding, "Dumb to keep. I know. I saw you-- dissolve or whatever. But, just in case. 'Cause I never stopped wanting to fix it either. So we got something in common. Just-- take it. Please." Though, there may have been an earlier version of the script that Jensen was referring to, as he talked with Misha at Jus In Bello 2012, and they mentioned Castiel having a line that they changed, and Dean having a line that referenced something like the smell of the coat or Dean cuddling up to it. Jensen said Misha had called the scene "gay" in a previous panel, and Jensen referred to it as "unmanly" saying, 'Which would make sense because (Sera Gamble, the writer) is a girl. (…) She writes amazing, but sometimes there are some effeminate lines (like) "I guess I really hoped you'd come back someday."' This last line — "part of me always believed that you'd come back." — was actually filmed and can be heard in the promo for the episode.

Lucy: Have you been victim to or witnessed any of the infamous pranks/jokes on the Supernatural set? DJ: I get pranked or rather 'messed with' all the time on the show. Once Jared took me to lunch, got me a little drunk, and when we got back to set, I found out he was done for the day. I only drank because I thought, ‘If Jared is doing it, clearly it's okay.’ THEN HE LEFT FOR THE DAY and I had to shoot a scene drunk. They get me in lots of ways, from putting gay sex drawings into a folder I had to look into on camera, to my last episode where Jared kept zipping and unzipping his pants to try to get me to crack. (edited for spoilers)

/end ID]

looked up the word gay in spn wiki to see if i was remembering a line right (i was) and there's some WILD stuff in here

#mentioned #as mentioned in ep 94!

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themauvesoul · 3 years ago

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Benny calls cas dean’s angel before they ever meet and he doesn’t mean anything by it. And then he meets cas and he kinda hates him. Cas seems holier-than-thou. Unreliable. Ungrateful. And he clearly doesn’t like Benny. So Benny is more than happy to hate him back. And he calls cas angel with a little sneer because it sounds a little dehumanizing and mean, and he takes a vicious sort of satisfaction out of the way it tightens cas’s shoulders. And then cas is so—he lets dean move him around like it’s nothing. He looks at dean the way a believer looks up at god. He stands watch without needing to be asked. He gives dean his coat when dean lies shivering on the ground, trying to sleep. Sometimes, Benny wakes before dean and catches cas stroking a careful hand through dean’s hair and humming some strange, unearthly hymn. So he starts talking to cas, because he’s curious. And maybe they’ve got a little in common. Maybe they’re both scared of something deep inside them. Maybe they both want to be good but have no idea how to do it. Maybe cas was never a good angel and Benny was always a shit vampire, and so Benny looks at cas and says angel a little softer. A little sweeter.

And then they get in a fight. A bad one. Benny gets himself shredded real bad. He’s sitting up against a tree, holding his guts inside with his bare hands. And all at once, cas yells to him and dean and tells them to close their eyes. There’s this flash of light—blinding, divine—and when Benny looks again he’s surrounded by corpses with burnt-out eyes. Cas walks over to him and lays his whole palm over Benny’s forehead. And a rush of something holy fills him. Like light. Like communion. And then cas gently tugs his hands away from his belly, now whole and undamaged. Thanks, angel, Benny says, and he says it soft and sweet, the way he talks to dean sometimes, when he thinks he can get away with it. And cas doesn’t say anything back, but he nods, once, and strokes his thumb over the back of Benny’s hand.

#deancasbenny thesis statement

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dadstielkline · 3 years ago

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autistic castiel

first of all everyone sees castiel as weird. not just dean but other angels as well. they always say something about cas being abnormal, having a crack in his chassis, he's not like the others.

ive been told that i stare too much and that I don't make enough eye contact. castiel is no different. he always seems very confused by what the proper amount of eye contact during conversation is because it's a stupid fucking made up rule, if you're talking to me I'll listen whether i look at you or not he has a special interest in humanity. he finds humans very fascinating. better than his own angel brothers and sisters sometimes and feels an urge to protect them. he's also very fond of bees and beekeeping. it was something he found very fascinating and he kept wanting to share it with everyone he came across even though nobody really cared to listen to him except meg. his trenchcoat is clearly a comfort item. he wears it all the time and the only time he ever took it off was to wash it clean. and when his coat was missing, he immediately got a new trenchcoat for himself. his comfort food is peanut butter and jelly. it was something he first ate as a human and he was clearly very upset he couldn't taste it anymore. he doesn't understand figures of speech or slang. the most common example was when sam mentioned they'd need a guinea pig and castiel legitimately thought sam had a guinea. you see him misuse and misunderstand phrases a lot. especially the phrases dean uses because for an autistic person dean really doesn't make sense half the time unless you know what he is talking about. i think this would be true for a neurotypical person too however because dean often likes using obscure references as well. he fears rejection from the winchesters and doesn't know how to read the signs that they love him and want him to stay. which is one of the (many) reasons why they should have outright told him that he was important to their family and loved instead of letting him think he was a useful tool or a burden to have around. he will sometimes imitate things that he has seen other people do. like when he is interrogating a woman for the death of her husband, he imitates what he has seen cops on TV do. jack also does this a lot and perhaps someday ill talk about why I think they're autistic too and why they and cas are the best autistic father/child duo to ever exist. he has no concept of personal space. even after dean explains it to him he still crowds into dean's space. i suspect this is because dean is a comfort person. he feels safe near dean. he does this most often with dean of course but he does it at various times with others like sam or jack. these are people he loves and feels the most comfortable around so it makes sense that he wants to be close to them. he doesn't understand when people are flirting. multiple times. he didn't understand that the waitress was hitting on him. he thought it was normal for dean to ask him to unbutton his shirt. he didn't know mick was flirting with him when he gave him his number and i'm going to refrain from talking about how if he had known mick was flirting, they would have had the healthiest and gayest relationship on the show. we were so robbed. i see myself in castiel which makes him canon autistic and if that's not a good enough reason, misha collins himself even calls autistic castiel canon too.

#castiel #sam winchester #dean winchester #spn #supernatural #mick davies #autistic castiel #meg masters #destiel #deancas #casmick #mickstiel #jack kline #autism #autistic characters #autistic headcanon #dadstiel

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cosmosinfinity23 · 2 years ago

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For @angelcaswinchester‘s 6K Follower Celebration, here is Lucky Penny! One shot below the cut. AO3 version here.

It started as an accident.

Dean and Castiel were walking into a store to pick up groceries when Dean spotted something shiny on the ground.

“Hey look, lucky penny,” Dean said, picking up the copper coin. It wasn’t a half-bad one either, only a couple dark scuffs around the edges.

“What about the coin is, ‘lucky’?” Cas asked, adorably cocking his head.

“You know, find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck” Dean responded, flipping the coin in the air.

Cas scrutinized the coin for another minute, before rolling his eyes.

“I see no reason why this penny is luckier than any other coin”

“How about this,” Dean said, stepping towards the angel and dropping the penny into the other’s hand, “hold on to it, and see if you feel luckier”

“Alright” Cas agreed, seemingly still skeptical.

Later that day, Dean found another lost penny, and handed it over to Castiel.

“See if this one feels any luckier” he joked, grinning at the squinty look Cas had evaluating the coin.

“I do not believe an abandoned, common coin can bring any luck” Cas said. However, he still shoved the coin into his pocket, so Dean counted it as a win.

After that it was simply a force of habit. Find a penny, give it to Cas. Like checking the safety of a gun before setting it down, or blowing on soup if you think it’s hot.

As the weeks went by, Castiel’s comments became fewer and fewer, until he began just accepting the coins with a fond eye roll. And, so what if it made Dean smile every time he found a penny? It wasn’t like anyone knew why he was smiling! (Of course, everyone already knew Dean’s “Thinking of Castiel” smile, so they could take a good guess)

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Until, one day Dean goes looking around Castiel’s room.

“Hey, did I leave my cassette player in here last week?” Dean asked, stepping into the angel’s room. The place was practically bare, with only a few items scattered throughout. He mentally noted that he would have to take Castiel to Ikea or something sometime.

“I don’t believe so, but you can look around” Cas offered, barely glancing up from his new bird book.

As Dean glanced around the room, he noticed something sitting on top of the otherwise bare bookshelf.

A mason jar full of pennies.

“Is that… all the pennies I’ve given you?” Dean asked, walking up to the shelf. He gently picked up the jar and rotated it in his hands; there must’ve been over a hundred copper coins inside.

As he glanced back at the angel, he saw Cas’ face go bright pink.

“Yes, I have yet to observe any luck-giving properties in the coins,” Cas replied, with a small smile creeping on his face and setting the book down, “but I figured it would be good to keep them just in case”

Dean grinned at the Cas, before looking back at the jar.

“If they did work, what do ya’ think luck would give you?”

“… perhaps a date”

Dean laughed at the response and set the jar down, turning back towards Cas.

“Buddy, I don’t think you need a jar full of coins to score a date” Dean said, just a tad more earnest than he meant.

“Not just any date,” Castiel corrected, now fidgeting with the cuff of his trench coat, “there’s a certain… person I’d like to go on a date with. However, I doubt they’re interested. Hence, the coin jar”

“Well, maybe the coins brought me to be your wingman!”

“I sincerely doubt that”

“C’mon! Why not?”

Castiel gave Dean Bitchface No. 5, before shaking his head and sitting down on the bed.

“Who is it anyway?” Dean asked curiously. It was a good question; it wasn’t like the angel got out much, and Dean’s positive he would’ve noticed if Cas got a crush on one of their friends.

Besides, there were few people good enough for Cas anyways. Even if Cas revealed he liked some rando waitress or bartender from the road, Dean would have to ensure they were up-to-quality.

Castiel shot a warning glare.

“Is it someone we know?” Dean further questioned, taking the seat beside Cas.

Cas blushed even harder and looked away.

“It is!” Dean exclaimed, eyes widened. Who the hell could it be?

“None of that is of importance,” Castiel said, still looking away, “as I said, he isn’t interested in me and that is final”

“So it’s a he?”

“Dean” Castiel groaned, burying his face into his hands.

Dean sighed, eyeing the angel. Whoever it was, Cas was obviously pretty gone on them.

“Listen, Cas,” Dean said, gently grabbing the other’s wrists to pull his hands away to look at his face, “whoever it is, he’d be lucky to have you. Luckier than that jar. You’re… you’re real special buddy. And if he can’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you”

Castiel stared at Dean, a hopeful look in his eyes. Then, with a soft sigh, broke eye contact.

“It’s you”

“Me?”

Castiel nodded, still looking away.

Holy shit. Cas liked him?!

“Why?” Dean said, almost without thinking. It seems the confession broke his mouth-filter.

“Dean,” Castiel said firmly, finally looking up at him, “you’re the most caring person I’ve ever met. You care so much for the people in your live, and you try so hard to protect them. You always try and make the right decision, even when it’s not clear, and you always stand up for what you believe in. I can’t think of a reason it wouldn’t be you”

“Cas, I’m royally messed up. You deserve someone better” Dean replied, shaking his head.

“I don’t want anyone better” Cas muttered, still staring at him.

“However, I understand you don’t feel the same” Castiel sadly added.

“Like hell I don’t!” Dean snapped, before lowering his voice. “Of course I like you too. You’re- you’re you”

Cas tilted his head, obviously confused, and, well, that wouldn’t do.

So, Dean gently grabbed Cas’ chin, and pulled him closer till they were sharing the same breath.

“Is this ok?” Dean murmured, unable to look away from Cas’ blue, blue eyes.

Castiel’s breath hitched, but nodded.

Dean leaned forward and closed the gap.

The kiss was soft and sweet, and Dean tried to press all the words he couldn’t say into the angel’s lips. After what felt like both a moment and eternity, they broke with a sigh.

“Wow” Dean said, leaning back and grinning.

“I, um,” Cas started, clearing his throat, “I believe the coin jar worked”

Dean laughed, before leaning back in.

“You’re about to get a whole lot luckier”

#destiel #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #angels6k #angelscas #cosmos talks

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@soullessjack #ALSO while I’m still lurking here …. as much as I do believe cas and kelly genuinely love jack . like no doubting that at all I promise#they did kind of only toss the coat hanger aside when Jack sent out that paradise vision thingy#which I am still extremely unclear about if he intended to do that or not . his exact womb sentience was not fully established I think#but whatever it’s like. obviously yes kelly and cas both love jack unconditionally. but they were also gunning for him 2 ‘do great things’#and Sam of course was thinking with portals#not to say he Didn’t care about jack bc I think he very clearly did to some extent#like yes he saw himself in jack and that mild projection definitely pushed it along but he did care. he just also cared abt jacks powers#and the funny thing is . the only reason Jack agreed to help was bc he sympathized w Sams loss of Mary and his near instant loss of kelly#and how he wished he could’ve saved her the same way Sam did#I am once again asking for us to consider Jack’s perspective and autonomy in these discussions#esp when they actively surround him#also ALSO I do think it’s funny how cas and Sam are hyped up as jacks only true real dads bc Dean was mean to him for like a week or so#when cas is the only one jack has ever actually argued with and Sam canonically just left jack for the others to take under >#> while he was swept up in leading hunters and finding dean#as far as we’ve seen dean is the only one to either acknowledge jacks interests (zombies/snakes)#and he’s also the only one to have an actual 1v1 conversation w jack#they have so much more in common than the fandom ever really acknowledges and it’s both it’s very sad and kind of annoying#like why are we still sooo hellbent on dean being the bad guy after growth & development are canonically established between them#it’s always ‘dean called him a freak two years ago he’s becoming just like John 😫’#but never ‘dean never forgave himself for how he treated jack & took his death the hardest bc he felt like he never truly made up for it’#or like. any of 14x07 mentioned at all. come onnnnn guys#sorry the autism is controlling me#being a dean and jack girl in a dadstiel dad Sam world is like being in the trenches unfortunatelylike

obvi I need to do a rewatch of the last few seasons again but… this is such an interesting conversation to me

(I saw too much dean hate today, so this is hitting right now)

people WANT dean to become John bc “OMG parallels I love parallels” even above reading comprehension apparently, and like it's DELICIOUS to explore dean's anger in the last few seasons and see how “john-like” he becomes towards jack buuuuuuuut he's not john

and fandom forgets that we've done so much extrapolating on who John is that we forget who he canonically was: he was a shit absent father who made it his eldest's job to take care of his youngest (with an actual secret youngest son on the side) and he regarded sam with a lot of suspicion… but he also cared about Sam so much. and in his final days tried to bond with Sam and open up.

“can we not fight? half the time I don't even know what we're fighting about - we're just butting heads” comes to mind. does that SOUND like an abusive father? especially when Sam immediately softens and backs down?

sooooooo like i'm not gonna post Sam hate but….

that's what it comes down to: Sam could have had a better relationship with John if he practiced the emotional intelligence he preached. like, sam's right to be pissed at John! but he was never productive with his anger! and he made dean out to be the bad guy for trying to keep the peace! and John would lash out at dean too for not keeping Sam “under control"!

and then john sells his soul for dean and leaves him the job of maybe killing Sam bc John could never do it himself. like wow. how sweet. and spn did episodes both-sides-ing the whole selling-your-soul-to-save-someone thing, but ultimately dean is left with all this guilt… and guilt is what POISONS dean.

he feels guilt over just about everything, and he sacrifices himself and punishes himself over and over for 15 years. and the extremely hard to internalize lesson is that your suffering doesn't fix anything. it's healthy to have guilt and a moral compass, but hurting yourself hurts the ones who love you too.

and all the responsibility - and the guilt that comes with responsibility - was passed down to dean from john since childhood. (“I had to be a father and a mother, and it was too much and I couldn't do it” much?) and NOT TO COMPETE FOR WHO HAD IT WORSE but dean had the worse childhood. because he didn't have a childhood. and he clearly received emotional abuse to a degree Sam didn't. and probably physical abuse.

and that does not woobify nor excuse any of his bad actions. but people act like dean being MEAN to anyone is tantamount to a CRIME

BACK TO JACK: dean has just lost Mary (and more importantly cas) to Lucifer, jack's bio dad. Kelly is also dead. and there was a portal to a terrible au on the lawn not 5 minutes ago. so yeah, dean was in his feels and tried to shoot a baby (only in fiction is this defensible 😂). but Sam has turned off any feelings about all the lives suddenly lost and is just projecting and being his Good Boy self, so he wants to be Qui-Gon Jinn to baby Darth Vader!

of course he's right and thank you Sam for always hoping for the best, but HOW YOU IGNORING ALL THAT?

and people will hold dean's anger in the ensuing episodes against him forever, and sorry you lack empathy, but reading comprehension can be taught so imma try: dean's anger and suspicion at jack is warranted and serves the narrative by contrasting with sam's emotionally detached "but he can be taught!" in this dialectic about the nature of evil and the power of nurture. ok?

and all the characters are morally gray because morality is gray. jack is born morally gray (killed his own mother, Lucifer caused all this damage to get to him, opening that portal and all the fallout) but he isn't malicious. none of that was his intention, and life starts once you're born lol

so Sam approaches jack from a seemingly kind perspective of "jack just needs to be taught how to use his powers and given some empathy (like I wish I had)" but dean calls him out for this mindset of "suppress your feelings. feelings are the gateway to doubt, to the dark side" (bc spn is star wars) and studying jack like an experiment, not considering what could go wrong, and trying to manipulate the baby into using his powers for what Sam wants

AND JACK APPRECIATES THE HONESTY! no it's not fair to blame jack for all the crap that went down when he was born, turns out, but... having guilt is sorta connected to morality. because jack is able to feel guilty (in the face of dean's anger), he establishes his sense of morality and care for his family. this awakening pure desire to have his dad back and make peace with his family brings cas back to consciousness in the empty! and cas does the rest (must resist cas simping)

anyway! dean "family loves you for you, not what you can do for them" winchester was right to be suspicious of jack, jack had to earn his way to becoming family, and dean's emotional honesty (I know, crazy) is what broke through to jack and is the foundation to his morality.

dean Winchester, teaching otherworldly beings how to care and love the whole world. craaaaaaazy.

tldr; parents stop burdening your children with a destiny impossible challenge

Hot take:

At the beginning, Dean is the only one having a normal reaction to Jack, with being wary of Lucifer's son who opened portals to other worlds and BRAINWASHED people.

Sam thought he could use him and Cas was brainwashed (again).

#spn #this was a raaaaaaaaant #I am a terrible writer #I do not have the brevity or the wit #I can only hope I communicated my point #jack #specialest boy

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