#deancas ficlets

[cozyknights]

dean/cas ficlet no. 1

not sure how long this is, but my girlfriend wanted me to write dean and cas at a diner so. this is that.

The diner is busy.

It's Saturday, a fact which Dean forgot before stepping foot in here. The bell jingles behind him. When he glances over his shoulder to see who it is, he's relieved to see it's Cas. He comes to stand next to him, frowning as ever.

"Why are you waiting?" Cas wonders, looking over at the full tables and the waitresses bustling back and forth between the kitchen and the booths.

"Kinda packed in here, buddy. Sure you don't want to go somewhere else?"

Cas shrugs. "I don't mind the wait."

After about twenty minutes they're finally seated at a booth with a window overlooking the street. Dean flips open the menu and lays it flat so Cas can read it backwards from the opposite seat.

"Dude, Garlic Butter Bacon Cheeseburger," Dean says. He points at the words and reads the ingredients, an excited spark in his eyes. "Bacon, garlic butter, grilled onions... I'm getting that. And!" He flips the page. "A chocolate shake."

"Dean..." Cas starts, looking slightly concerned.

"What? My best friend's an angel, just heal me up if your spidey senses tell you I'm getting an ulcer, or something."

Before Cas can reply, a waitress appears at their table. She looks pretty put together, except that her ponytail is slightly unkempt and there's a sheen of sweat on her neck. She smiles and takes out her pocketbook and pen.

"What can I get for ya?"

Dean orders his burger. Cas asks for an orange juice and toast.

"Coming right up," she says and disappears into the kitchen. Dean closes the menu in front of him and folds his hands, paying his attention to Cas.

"Just toast? You can have some of my fries if you want. I'll ask for another straw for my shake too."

"I don't get hungry," Cas says, "but I like the experience of eating."

Dean nods at that. "Yeah, eating's pretty fun. Unless you're Sam. Then it's not so fun." A pause. "I'm starving."

They make small talk until the waitress comes by again and drops off their drinks. Five minutes later, their food comes by piping hot. Dean immediately gets hit with the smell of garlic, onions, and warm bread.

"Can I get anything else for you?" the waitress asks, placing her hands on her hips.

"Another straw, please, and some napkins would be great. Thanks," Dean says. She nods and disappears again.

Dean rubs his hands together. This is going to be delicious.

He slides Cas his knife and fork set for his toast and butter and starts on his burger, taking his first delicious bite.

The flavors coat his mouth as he chews, and Dean actually takes a moment to close his eyes and relish in it. The garlicy spread, the bacon, the meat, the onions... they all blend together masterfully on his tongue. He swallows and chases it with a sip of his shake. It's perfect.

When the waitress comes back he says, "Give my compliments to the chef. This burger is delicious."

She laughs and leaves, and Dean opens the straw and sticks it in his shake. He slides it over to Cas and positions his burger basket so that the fries are closer to Cas.

"Have some, man, you won't regret it."

Cas furrows his eyebrows and tries the milkshake, smacking his lips a little to taste it better. Then he takes a fry, and before Dean can stop him, dips it in the cup of whipped butter they gave him for his toast.

"I understand your fascination with American food."

Dean clears his throat. "Yeah... I'm not sure you do."

[perlukafarinn]

as far as i'm concerned, post-canon dean opens a gay bar and rumor quickly spreads among queer hunters that rocky's is a place where they can safely and openly be themselves in every aspect. it's not every day you walk into a bar that has a rainbow flag hanging behind the bar and salt painted into the windowsills, after all

dean has a small staff of people who both give him shit and respect him immensely (claire picks up shifts whenever she's in the area and pretends not to notice that dean pays her double). he makes his angel husband cut the limes on tequila tuesdays. he has cocktails on the menu named after both charlie and crowley (queen of moondor and king of hell, respectively)

and every thursday after closing, dean lets cas lead him in a dance as the jukebox finishes playing the last song of the night

[angel-fruitcake]

can't stop thinking about the concept of post-canon Destiel reunion where Dean confesses his mutual romantic feelings and Cas is so happy, don't get him wrong! but even though he's grown fond of this vessel that he's had for years, for some reason Cas can't seem to get past his worry and insecurity that maybe Dean isn't 100% sold on the whole idea of being intimate with a man.

so without meeting Dean's gaze, Cas hesitantly offers with a touch of sadness, "if this vessel isn't satisfactory for you, i-i could perhaps try to procure a female v-"

and Dean grabs Cas by his heated cheeks, promptly shutting him up with a kiss.

once the initial shock subsides and Cas finally starts to relax, Dean pulls back just enough to whisper against the angel's lips, "i want you just like this. this," Dean squeezes Cas' face for emphasis, "is the Cas that i met in that barn all those years ago. this is the Cas that pulled me outta hell." Dean trails wet kisses along Cas' stubbled jawline, pausing when his lips reach the angel's ear. "this is the Cas i fell in love with."

Castiel melts against Dean with a whimper.

[casdeans-pie]

Dean and Cas are visiting Jody and the girls one day and Dean has insisted on cooking them all dinner. He hears them all chatting and laughing in the next room while he cooks - he can especially hear Cas's rumbling replies - and it warms something in his chest and makes him smile, even though he's not actively part of the conversation.

Patience comes into the kitchen to fetch another bottle of wine and stares over at Dean long enough that he gives her a curious look. "Y'okay there?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry," she says, "it's just that, I've never seen that mark on your shoulder glow so brightly."

Dean freezes. "The what?"

Patience gestures with the bottle at his left shoulder. "The handprint?" she says, with a little uncertainty after his reaction. "It's glowing brighter than ever."

Dean immediately pulls his arm out of his flannel and yanks up his shirt sleeve, but there's nothing there.

"Oh wow." Patience blinks and squints at a light only she can see. "Must be hard to sleep with that."

Dean feels like he takes a long time to respond before he finally says, "You get used to it."

"Guess you'd have to," Patience says, shaking her head as she leaves the room, "when it's as bright as that."

Dean immediately touches his shoulder, where the scar used to be, but it's just smooth unmarked skin under his palm.

He presses down.

The sound of a glass clinking over onto the table comes from the other room and he hears Jody cheerfully claim that Cas has had too much to drink (which Dean knows isn't true unless they had a significantly lot more wine).

Castiel, Dean prays, I think we need to talk about something in the kitchen.

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(Part 2)

(AO3 link post)

[5x03castiel]

cas not healing himself bc he likes when dean tenderly and gently patches him up… he heals the major things, bc well one it hurts and two, he doesn’t like truly worrying dean. but the minor stuff? dean brushing his fingers over his forehead right above his left eyebrow to apply a butterfly bandage? or dean dabbing cas’ knuckles w antiseptic and cas’ winces and dean so achingly gently says ‘i know, I know cas.’ those are times cas revels in. soaks up all that tender attention like a flower in the sun. dean brought it up once, while he was wrapping cas’ wrist, ‘cas why don’t you just.. I know you could probably do a much better job at healing this than i could’… but cas just gives those puppy dog eyes like 🥺 you don’t like healing me? and dean is like no cas nothing like that.. i never mind patching you up just.. think you could probably do a better job at it is all. And cas’ expression goes soft and full of sincerity says ‘your healing is warm…mine is cold…sometimes it’s like you’re the only source of warmth in the world… ‘ and dean clears his throat and falters from his task just barely, dares a glance up then goes back to deftly wrapping cas’ wrist, ‘well. you can always come to me to warm up. anytime cas’

[th30ra3k3n]

because my love for you is far greater than words,

i’ve decided to keep quiet.

(nizar qabbani)

for @disasterpenguin 🖤

[angelsdean]

Happy Birthday, Dean!

Another year gone by, another year worth celebrating. Dean wakes up to Cas holding him close, gravel voice rumbling "Happy Birthday, Dean," and pressing a kiss to his temple.

Later, friends and family gather with gifts and goodies to celebrate Dean. Jack and Eileen make rice crispy treats. Donna brings a cake. And Cas bakes his annual pie. Strawberry Rhubarb this year. Ambitious.

"Alright, let's see how you did, sweetheart," Dean says.

Cas presses his hands together in prayer as Dean cuts in and another photo is snapped.

"Uh...." The knife won't go through. "Did you...forget to grease the pan?"

"...Goddammit."

"Hey, hey, no big. Who needs a bottom crust anyway?"

Dean shovels a vaguely slice-shaped piece onto his plate and pops a forkful into his mouth. And whew boy, that's tart!

"What's that face?" Cas asks as Sam snickers.

"Nothin', it's great, Cas." Dean grins and takes another bite, Cas doesn't look too convinced. "Seriously, try it." He holds out his fork for Cas.

Cas chews, contemplating, then says very seriously, "It's delicious."

Then, the gifts are opened. A Scooby-Doo coloring book and various pins from Jack, with Scooby wrapping paper to match. Novelty pizza socks from Jody and Donna. Matching shirts from Sam -- "You'll never lose him again." Dr. Sexy Convention tickets from Cas, plus a private gift to open later. And finally, Eileen's gift wrapped in pink cowboy wrapping paper (Jack's second choice).

"What the fresh hell is this--?" A custom calendar. Filled with embarrassing photos of Dean from the 90s. "Eileen! Where the hell did you get these pictures from?"

"Sam helped. Some were from Bobby. Others we had to hunt down. Did you know Dean Winchester the serial killer has a small but dedicated following online? Some true crime fangirls found a bunch of your yearbook photos. You also modeled?"

Dean's ears go pink. "Yeah, yeah. It was just a way to make some quick cash. Never thought it'd come back to haunt me."

"You look cute!" says Eileen. Dean rolls his eyes, but gets up to hug her and signs 'thank you.'

All and all, it's a great day and he's so grateful to be alive, free, and surrounded by the people he loves.

(shameless product placement -- @jarchaeology's 2025 Calendar, get yours if you haven't already)

[jenanigans1207]

“I don’t regret it, Dean.” Cas says quietly. “Telling you I love you was the best moment of my life.”

“Yeah? Well, it was the worst of mine!” Dean yells, throwing his arms out to the side. There’s a moment of stricken silence where Cas’s face falls and Dean realizes how his words came across. He rushes to elaborate. “Do you know how many years I wondered if angels could feel love? Romantic love? Do you know how long I hoped that they could— that you, specifically, could? And more than that, that you would feel it towards me? I wondered all the goddamn time, Cas. And then you— you finally—“ Dean swallows past a lump in his throat, letting his arms fall back to his sides. “You finally tell me not only that you can love, but you love me. Me. And in one second, ten years of my wildest dreams came true and then were ripped away.”

Dean looks down at his feet. Clenches his jaw against the feelings threatening to choke him. He tries to take a steadying breath in through his nose but it doesn’t help him feel any better.

“Dean—“

“I didn’t think I was ever gonna see you again.” Dean confesses to his boots. “I thought I’d have to live the rest of my miserable life knowing I could’ve had you and kicking myself for being such a dumb piece of shit.” He swallows again and looks up. “I thought you were going to spend eternity not knowing that I love you, too.”

“I didn’t mean— Dean, I didn’t—“ Cas shakes his head as words fail him.

“So yeah,” Dean shrugs a little helplessly, his voice still tight with emotion. “It was the worst moment of my life. Except for every moment that came after— because every single moment from your death until you came back was the worst moment of my life. Every moment without you is. And you coming back could’ve been the best moment of my life if you hadn’t been such an ass about everything.”

There was a time, once, in the distant past where Cas’s face never betrayed any emotion. Dean could’ve scrutinized every single molecule of his expression and he wouldn’t have been able to read a goddamn thing from it. That hasn’t been the case for a long time— Cas took to emotions and humanity better than Dean did, and it was the only thing Dean had ever known.

Now, Dean can read a multitude of emotions in Cas’s expression: disbelief in the slight part of his lips, hope in the blue of his eyes, shock in the rise of his eyebrows. He can practically read every thought going through Cas’s mind as he tries to process what’s happened.

And then, there it is: acceptance in the way the corner of Cas’s mouth ticks up.

“I had no idea.” Cas answers after a moment.

“‘Course you didn’t.” Dean replies, his own mouth mirroring the small smile. “You fucked off before I got a chance to say it back.”

“I just assumed—“

“You know what they say about assuming, Cas.”

“No, I don’t.” Cas is full on smiling now, warm and full of the love Dean had only ever seen hidden in shadows of his expressions. Now it’s practically splitting his face open, spilling out of Cas like he’s finally filled up with so much of it that it’s simply impossible to keep it all in. “And frankly, I don’t care. I only care about what you have to say.”

Dean huffs out a fond laugh as he shakes his head. “Finally gonna let me do the talking, huh?”

“I’m in the mood to do some listening,” Cas’s grin is dazzling and a little cheeky, Dean wants to memorize it immediately.

He takes a step closer to Cas. And then another. Cas simply watches him approach, making no attempt to back away. His personal space is inviting and Dean enjoys stepping directly into it with no hesitation.

“Well, I might be in the mood for something other than talking.” Dean whispers, less than a foot from Cas now.

“Oh?” Cas prompts, his hand reaching across the minuscule place between them to settle on Dean’s hip.

“Yeah,” Dean murmurs, leaning in. “But just to make sure you get it through your stubborn head: I love you, Cas. And I’ll fucking kill you if you ever do something like that again.”

Dean kisses him before Cas has a chance to reply.

[saturnneedsspace]

After Cas confesses his love, but before he pushes Dean away, he pulls something out from his trench coat and slips it into Dean's pocket. Cas pushes him down and gets taken by the Empty, followed by Billie, leaving Dean alone on the bunker floor. As he cries, he feels something push into his chest, so he reaches his hand into his flannel pocket and pulls out the mixtape. The one he had given Cas as a gift and a secret sort of love confession of his own, thinking Cas wouldn't understand it. But as he stared down at the tape over top that read 'Dean's top 13 Zeppelin traxx', he knew that Cas understood. And he feels his heart break even more. Cas knew. Cas knew how he felt, yet he never said anything until it was too late. They were both too stupid to understand and just tell each other.

As Dean held the mixtape firmly in his hands, shoulders shaking with his sobs, he noticed that something felt off about it. The texture was different. He would know. He had flipped the cassette over and over and over in his hands before giving it to Cas, trying to decide on what to say to the angel.

Dean used his sleeve to wipe the blurriness from his eyes so he could see what was wrong with it. It still took a few seconds to adjust, and when he saw the large crack down the center of the tape, he gasped and brought it closer to his face. More tears spilled down his face. Cas' last move was to give this back to him, to show him that he understood their love and reassured Dean that, though he never said it, he knew how much he had meant to him. And Dean had broken it. The last thing Cas had ever given him besides the bloody handprint forever imprinted on his coat.

But as Dean's hands held on, finergrtips rubbing over the surface again and again, desperate to feel some kind of comfort in his hopeless situation, he noticed something attached to the back of it. He sniffled, wiped his eyes again, and flipped it over. On the backside, there was a piece of paper taped there with his name written on it. He quickly ripped it off, causing the cassette to re-split in half, obvious that the piece of tape being all that held it together, and opened the note.

Hello, Dean.

I just wanted to write you this before I give back your tape and apologize for breaking it. I'm really really sorry. I know I'm not super good at apologies, but writing makes it a lot easier, so I'm writing it for you. I hope you'll forgive me. I didn't mean to break it. I know you spent a lot of time picking the songs specifically for me because you knew I'd like them, though I had trouble understanding some of the parts. I'll never understand why humans love music so much. It's so much noise and there's so much going on, but I know it's important to you, so I will learn to like it. I'm very sorry for breaking it. I don't ever take it out of my trench coat, just in case I need to listen to it during an emergency, and I fell onto it. :( Please forgive me, Dean. I'm very sorry.

As Dean read, he watched tear drops stain the paper. He laughed a little as he continued to cry, noting how the letter was the most characteristic Cas letter he could think of. And he was happy. So happy that he didn't break it himself. It was already broken.

Cas knew how much the weight of handing over a mixtape was, especially a Zeppelin one for Dean, and he acknowledged it. Dean squeezed the letter to his chest as he leaned back against the wall and continued to cry silently.

[mattzerella-sticks]

Castiel popping into Dean's dreams was becoming a pretty bad habit - especially when he stopped being a passive observer.

Dean didn't know that the Cas in his dreams was really Cas, didn't imagine he would spend the evening hours when everyone else was sleeping flitting through Dean's mind rather than any of the other interesting things Dean imagined Cas might rather do.

And Cas thought he was being selfish, letting himself have Dean here but not in the waking world, thinking this was all he could have.

Until one morning where the lines between dream and reality became blurred. And Cas was in the kitchen with Sam making coffee. And Dean rolled in still groggy from sleep, not thinking much of anything other than Cas and coffee. And when Cas hands Dean his coffee, which had been a recurring theme of late in Dean's dreams, of course he responds with a quick peck and a gentle 'Love you.'

It takes a few seconds for Dean to realize what he's done.

When it clicks he scurries away and hides for most of the day, thinking he's put Cas in an awful position, aware of Dean's feelings and forced to reject them.

Except when Cas finds Dean in the garage needlessly toying with Baby's innards, Cas confesses what he has been up to.

Both men realize they CAN have what they want.

Cas continues spending his nights in Dean's dreams, while his body rests in Dean's arms.

[qvir]

Destiel AU in which Charlie drags them to her favorite bar, one that defines itself as straight-friendly, to celebrate that the week is over or something ("No need to have a reason to have fun, nerds. How long's been since you've gone out, huh?"), and after having a few rounds and being loud and pulling out dramatic karaoke performances on stage and just having a good time, this black haired dude, who's had a few himself, starts to shamelessly flirt with Dean.

And the group is all giggles that turn into raised eyebrows and supressed full on laughters because Dean is not pushing away, no, he's flirting back, unable to stop looking into the bluest eyes he's ever seen.

His friends can't believe what they are seeing when the guy achieves what they thought impossible: drag Dean onto the dance floor. It's barely dancing though, more like a poorly executed mating ritual, both upping their flirting game and trying to be the biggest teaser, pulling each other's strings with one-liners and daring touches.

They continue their banter until the guy, who's name, as he's learned, is Castiel ('Weird-ass name but okay'), takes his phone and types in his contact information before leaning over to kiss his cheek goodbye. And maybe Dean leans in too, on reflex, and the kiss lands on the corner of his lips instead, which does things to him.

He finds himself sobering up with his friends at a 24/7 diner, drinking black coffee and drowning on hangover pancakes but still thinking about Cas and how much he had wanted to make out with the guy, how much he had wanted to touch him and grind against his... "I think I'm a little gay."

Sammy snorts, "You think?"

Dean shoots him a glare before rolling his eyes.

"Welcome to the club, young padawan." Charlie raises her fork, and Dean follows the lead raising his, their pancake toast making Sam shake his head.

And if anyone teases him about it from then on, he doesn't care, he's got a date to plan.

[transthatmasc]

For years Castiel mentions in passing how much he liked St. Valentine and is glad that he has his own day to be celebrated. So, when they finally start dating, Dean pulls out all the stops for their first Valentine’s Day. Flowers, a card, a box of chocolates with all the weird flavorings, and even a big shiny red balloon in the shape of a heart. Dean’s a little nervous— sue him, he’s never had a serious valentine before, let alone one who really liked Valentine’s Day— but he sucks it up and waits for Cas to come home with the champagne at the ready and his flowers in hand.

When Cas comes in though, his response is nothing like he imagined. Cas stares, brow furrowed, taking in all of the decor, “Dean, what is this?” Dean panics, but tries to be cool about it, “It’s Valentine’s Day, Cas. remember? You always said it was your favorite.” Much to Dean’s relief, Cas’s face lights up at the mention of Valentine and he starts staring intently at the flowers, but soon his brow is furrowed again. “Where are the bees?”

And that was how Dean learned that St. Valentine is the patron saint of bee keeping.

[youchangedmedestiel]

Dean is sitting next to Cas on the dinner bench they picked up to eat after wrapping up their case with Sam.

He doesn't know what is happening to him tonight, but it's like his body wants to melt with Cas's. He wants to lean against him, he wants to touch him. He also wants Cas to touch him, and melt under that soft and comforting touch.

It's like every cell of his body is calling for Cas's. And when their elbows touch because Cas leans his back against the bench backrest and Dean shifts a little, Dean feels the serotonine spreading in his whole body.

That brush is barely perceptible, though Dean thinks Cas is sending him some signs to cuddle up against him. And Dean wants it. Oh yes, he wants it so bad that he needs it. He'd like to take Cas's hand in his. He'd like to cup his jaw and kiss him softly. He'd like Cas to hold him tight. He'd like to pet Cas's hair or have Cas pet his. Cas could be so submissive under Dean's stroke. Or Cas could be so dominant that Dean would do whatever he wants, he could even sink down on his knees under the table and take him in his mouth while Cas's firm hand would grab his hair.

Dean would moan at that and Cas would come in his mouth, groaning and holding him tighter.

Dean needs this so bad, but instead a brush of his arm against Cas's will have to be enough.

[cascigarette]

and cas has never felt more alive

[casdeans-pie]

Dean asks Cas to teach him Enochian.

So Cas teaches him Enochian.

They sit together in the bunker - chairs next to each other, elbow to elbow, books spread out around them, and Dean learns the language of the Angels from his own.

Dean makes quips about Cas being his teacher, and offhandedly asks what he can possibly do to get extra credit.... Cas looks at him with complete and utter incomprehension while Dean has an internal meltdown at how that came out without meaning it to.

Dean's actually very focused when he has a goal - so he studies and he reads and he's genuinely a good student. He practices his pronunciation (which Cas has said 'is fine' but said it with the expression of someone in pain, so he knows it sucks) while he's cooking or in the shower, and Sam remarks more than once how Dean could have gone to college.

Dean still gets frustrated when he can't remember a certain word too many times, or can't wrap his head around a specific turn of phrase, but he also kind of loves it when he says something and Cas smiles with amusement at what he's said. It dawns on him that he's the one speaking strangely in Cas's language now, instead of the other way around.

The first time Dean speaks in almost fluent conversational Enochian he is so proud and pleased but Cas looks like hes going to throw up, and Dean thinks he must have got something wrong again. He doesn't know that Cas is having to physically hold himself back from immediately exiting his vessel and shattering every window in Lebanon with the force of his joy.

[heliotrope155]

*post confession, they figure out some way to get Cas back*

*twenty seconds after getting Cas back*

Dean: *slams him against a wall, so furious that he might have a heart attack*

Saileen: *alarmed*

Cas, looking concerned and slightly sad: "Hello Dea--"

Dean: "I love you too you fucking motherfucker, and after what you fucking did, you are dead to me--"

Sam: "Dean??"

Cas: *smiling and not bothering to push him off*

Eileen: "Hey Sam, we should leave."

Dean: "--how the hell could you just do that Cas? Why the fuck would you--"

Sam: "Dean? We literally just got him back, you mind leaving him alive?" *eyebrows shoot up when Cas kisses him*

Eileen: "Sam we should leave."