#domestic destiel

[melle-otterwise]

Morning Sunshine ☀️

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[calibrationneeded]

Even if spn doesn’t get a reboot at least I can draw and am deranged

[haircurlscas]

retired & married !!!!

(also the text is a slight reference to that sobsicles fic where destiel are retired but they still answer calls to help out hunters i dont remember which one)

[valeron99]

Morning times.

[drulalovescas]

Married. With a kid.

[casdeans-pie]

Dean and Cas go on a solo hunt and it goes entirely to plan - it's like everything they do works out perfectly, they have some insane luck, and they solve the case and save the day without anymore casualties or injuries.

Dean is a little confused over how well it went, because their track record isn't usually that squeaky clean easy-breezy, but he's buzzing at the easy hunt either way.

and Cas is like, well it IS Thursday.

????? What does it being Thursday have to do with anything?? Dean says, fond.

So Cas explains that he's the Angel Of Thursday, of course. so he's extra lucky and things just always naturally go his way on Thursdays.

and Dean has to take a moment. has to hold up his hand and take a moment. because. because this whole time. if they'd have had Cas with them on hunts. on Thursdays. they'd have all been this easy???

Cas considers this and is like, I believe so, yes. isn't it strange that I've never been along on a hunt on a Thursday before now :)

while Dean's whole world view has just shifted and he's figuring out how to tell Sam they can only ever go out on hunts on Thursdays from now on as long as they have Cas with them whilst simultaneously like, Angel of THURSDAY? The day? Thursday? What all the badass titles were taken when they gave you yours??

When Cas goes :( Dean has to reassure him that Thursday is a GREAT day actually. Best day of the week! And they spend the whole ride back talking about cool stuff that happened on Thursdays.

[soullessjack]

lord knows I do not have the capacity to explain it right now but I have so much disdain for how heteronormative and nuclear this fandom is hellbent on making destiel and lord knows I have an even bigger hatred for how jack is used to fuel it.

[criiitter]

traumatized bitch boy cheering up his sad angel bf

[alfalfapie]

And before anyone says anything in the tags, I left John and Mary off cause 1) I didn't wanna put them and 2) Cas definitely vetoed that right out of the gate.

[babygirlwolverine]

sometimes dean and cas end up sitting on the floor next to each other with their backs against the couch and it’s not comfortable but dean has his legs draped over cas’ and cas is leaning against dean’s shoulder and it feels so right and they’re talking. just talking. dean laughs and cas has this bright smile on his face. they’re teasing and dean pokes cas in the ribs and cas catches dean’s hand and kisses his knuckles and then dean snatches his hand back but then changes his mind and slowly pulls cas into a long lingering kiss before he breaks off the kiss and goes back to talking about the thing he’d been teasing cas about before they’d gotten sidetracked with kissing

[mischieviem]

Happy pride to them 🥰🥰

[dcrkwrlds]

*stranger looks down at a ring on dean’s finger*

Stranger: Who gave you that?

Dean: My angel

Stranger: oh yes, we all have a guardian angel, helping us meet the people we fall in love with

Dean: mine’s less guardian, more husband, but yeah

*cas walks in*

Dean: Hello, Angel

[calibrationneeded]

Having a panic attack but I can’t stop the domestic Destiel grind

[their-we-go]

Title: on the mend

Author: queer_we_are

Description:

“Dean gets out of hunting. He buys a small house in a small town. Cas and Jack move in. And Dean starts fixing things.”

[noxemma]

Chapter 7 for my Hot Summer Art challenge fic

Well, summer may be over, but my Hot Summer Art fic is not 😂

Dean, Cas, Sam, and Eileen finally get to enjoy a day at the beach and an evening on the boardwalk (lots of fluff and even a dash of smut thrown in)

Tags, Rating, Word Count, AO3 link, etc. at the bottom

Beside Your Side

Fic Summary: Dean convinces Sam to look into a potential case where people are going missing from a New Jersey beach town. Of course, they have to bring Cas and Eileen along, just in case it's not a monster. Dean is excited to get the case over quickly and enjoy a well-earned vacation with the people he loves the most. Nothing ever seems to go the way Dean plans it though, and this case is no exception.

Chapter 7: Picturesque (in Every Language)

Dean

Dean wakes first this time. Happiness bubbles up inside his chest making him feel like he’s floating at the memory of kissing Cas, of Cas kissing him back. The bubbles turn into molten lava when he remembers the noises Cas made while Dean sucked his cock. His own dick gives an interested twitch at the memory.

Down boy, if Sam’s not back by now he will be any second. It’d be just my luck for him to come barging in at the worst time, Dean cringes at the thought of his brother walking in on him having sex, much less sex with Cas.

His body gives an involuntary shudder, and Cas pulls him closer in his sleep, banishing all thoughts of his brother and drawing his attention back to the angel beside him.

His eyes roam Cas’ face and body, relishing the fact that he no longer has to sneak peeks or rush to avert his eyes so he doesn’t get caught.

“Cas. Baby. Darling. Honey. Sweetheart. My angel.”

Each pet name is whispered against Cas’ warm skin, sealed in with a kiss. Just because he can, just because he’s allowed to now.

Cas stirs and Dean meets his blinking eyes.

“’morning, Sunshine.” He smiles up at the sleepy angel and places another kiss on his skin for the new pet name.

“Good morning, Dean,” Cas rumbles softly, looking happy and content as he smiles down at Dean.

Dean can’t take the sheer volume of joy flooding his veins. It feels like he’s going to vibrate out of his skin or explode in a shimmer of glitter. So, before he dies of happiness in some disgustingly saccharine display, he makes a joke.

“It certainly was,” he teases, waggling his brows and licking his lips while glancing down at Cas’ woefully covered groin.

“Dean,” Cas chides and rolls his eyes.

Dean chuckles and pulls Cas into a tighter embrace which the angel reciprocates with enthusiasm. Cas’ hand goes back into Dean’s hair as if he can’t help himself. Dean sighs happily and they stay like that for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other’s embrace in the light and silence of the morning.

They might have ended staying in bed for the rest of the trip if Dean hadn’t had his ear glued to Cas’ skin and heard his stomach growl pathetically.

“We should get breakfast.”

“Hmmm,” Cas responds but Dean knows he isn’t really listening, his eyes hazy and crinkled.

“Which means we have to get out of bed,” Dean expounds, prodding Cas lightly in the side.

“Do we have to.” It’s almost a whine and Dean is about to mention his grumbling stomach when his own decides to join in, rumbling loudly in the quiet room. Cas gives a defeated sigh. “Fine.”

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Dean promises, thinking of the spread he wants to make Cas, but his thoughts turn dirty when Cas levels him with a heated gaze.

“I’m sure you will,” the angel whispers, low and suggestive, before he releases Dean and slides off the bed.

Who knew Cas would be such a tease, Dean thinks, squirming a little, his cock half hard just from those four words.

Despite having suggested it, he doesn’t leave the bed just yet, taking a few extra minutes to enjoy the way Cas’ back muscles ripple as he stretches. Cas pulls out another set of his new clothes before bending to pick up the pile of dirty clothes that was forgotten by the door.

“You start on breakfast while I shower and get a load of laundry running?” Cas asks as he arches a brow at Dean’s lack of movement.

It’s so normal, so delightfully domestic to be delegating chores, that Dean thinks he might just die from heart failure with the way his chest is tightening with overwhelming bliss.

“Y-yeah. Sounds good. You okay with eggs?”

“Sounds perfect,” Cas beams, taking Dean’s ability to breathe with him.

He finally manages to roll himself out of bed when he hears the shower turn on. He quickly discards his t-shirt and jizz crusted boxers, only just realizing how uncomfortable they are now that Cas isn’t distracting every neural pathway.

Standing naked in the room, he briefly fantasizes about joining Cas in the shower before shaking his head and pulling out clothes.

If I go in now, we really never will leave, and I want to get to the beach today.

He pads into the kitchen, humming AC/DC as he pulls butter, eggs, bread, and bacon from the fridge. Dean tries to focus on making the food, but he can’t help intrusive visions of a future he never thought he’d get to have.

Christmas as a huge family with Sam, Eileen, Jody, Donna, Alex, Faith, Claire, Kaia, Jack, Garth, and everyone else they love plays like a movie in his head as he pulls out slices of bread and looks for a juice cup. He pictures them watching movies, arguing about whose turn it is to clean or cook or do laundry as he uses the cup to cut out a circle of bread from each slice. He sets up two skillets, one for the bread and eggs and the other for the bacon.

He’s cracking eggs into the missing center of the bread and waiting for them to fry when he starts thinking of slow dancing late at night, of soft kisses once they realize they don’t have to rush, of learning each other’s bodies as well as their own. Of making love slowly with no worries of anyone walking in on them. For some reason Dean gets suck on Cas’ eyes glowing again and he curses a little that he was too caught up in finally being allowed to touch Cas and make him writhe and moan, that he didn’t focus on his eyes when he came.

I’ll have to pay more attention next time. The words ping-pong around his heart and his head like a promise and nothing has ever sounded so good to him as those two words: next time. And if I forget next time, there’ll be the time after that. Next time for the rest of our lives.

Dean finally blinks out of his daydreams at those words, shaking himself and flipping the bread and bacon before they both burn.

“The rest of our lives? Son of a bitch. I suck the man’s dick one time and I’m already thinking about marrying him. I’m so fucked,” he tells himself, but he can feel the goofy grin on his face as the brief flashes of suits and rings and carrying over thresholds that flash through his mind.

“Hmmm. That looks good. What is it?” Cas whispers into his ear as he slides up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing his face and wet hair into Dean’s back.

“Oh! Hey there. It’s uh, it’s Egg-in-a-Nest. Used to make it for Sammy when plain old eggs and toast got boring.”

“Hmm.” Cas hums, continuing to press himself as close to Dean as he can.

Has he always been so touchy feely? Dean ponders a moment, remembering every time Cas grabbed his shoulder, stood too close, touched him to heal him, every time he leaned into Dean’s hugs, every stare that held for a little too long. He wants to bang his head when he realizes that the answer is yes, and Dean is just a blind idiot.

“Alright, these are almost done. You wanna get us some coffee and do you want to eat inside or on the porch?” Dean asks, instantly regretting it when Cas lets go of him to collect mugs.

“Porch, I think. It looks like it's going to be nice and sunny today.”

They take their breakfast to the front porch. Dean bypasses the wicker chairs and sits straight on the top step, tilting his face up and enjoying the sun.

“You were right, it’s going to be a perfect beach day,” he says, exchanging the second plate he has for one of the mugs Cas holds as he sits down next to Dean.

“This is delicious, Dean!” Cas exclaims, with a moan that sends a shiver up Dean’s spine and has him flashing back to the morning blowjob. “Cas! If you keep making sounds like that we’re going to have to eat inside otherwise someone’ll get the wrong idea and call the cops on us,” Dean admonishes, only half serious.

“Worth it,” Cas quips back, tearing off a side of the toasted bread to dip into the runny yolk center. He shoves it into his mouth before licking the bit of egg that’s dripped onto his fingers and moaning again, albeit at a slightly lower volume.

“Shit, it’s just eggs and bread, Cas. If that excites you this much, you’re gonna explode when I get to do a proper barbecue.”

“I look forward to the challenge,” Cas smiles mischievously at him before using his last bite of bread to mop us as much yolk as he can and popping it into his mouth.

Once Dean finishes his food they head back inside to clean up. Cas takes over cleaning the dishes and Dean checks on the laundry, switching it to the dryer before going and stripping the sheets off the bed and throwing them, along with his dirty pajamas, into the washer. He comes back to the kitchen then to help dry any dishes that can’t go into the dishwasher. It all feels so perfect that for a second Dean has a moment of panic.

This is way too easy. When has any relationship, hell, anything ever been this simple for me?

“Dean? Are you alright?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” Dean says, surprising himself with his own honesty.

“It’s alright. I understand if you’re … having regrets about this morning or-”

“What! No, Cas. I don’t regret this morning. Fuck, the only thing I regret is not doing that sooner. It’s just that, this, us, it’s too … easy?”

Cas laughs, loudly and deeply, leaving Dean standing in complete confusion.

“Dean,” Cas finally manages to spit out, wiping tears from his eyes, “We have known each other for years. We’ve lost each other many times over; I’ve mourned you more times than I thought possible. We’ve fought and argued and come back to being friends after being separated by Earth, Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory. And all of that, all those long years, finally brought us together as … more than friends. I wouldn’t call that easy. We have worked hard for the relationship we have.”

“I guess you’re right. I didn’t really think about it like that.” Dean rubs the back of his neck, talked out of his anxiety for the moment, but now stuck on a new issue that Cas has inadvertently brought up. “Um, so, like you said we’re not really friends anymore. I mean not just friends, so, uh, does that make us-? Would you like to be-”

“We’re back!” Sam shouts as he and Eileen burst through the front door.

Dean groans, just barely restraining himself from banging his head against the wall. He glares at his brother as he walks into the kitchen, trying to determine if he just has the worst timing in the world or if his constant interruptions are less accidental than they seem.

“You’d help me hide his body, right?”  He stage whispers to Cas, ignoring his brother entirely.

“I would if it were anyone else, but I’m too afraid of how Eileen might retaliate,” Cas replies back not even bothering to pretend to whisper.

Like what you read? You can find the whole fic here on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 7/? (hopefully 9)

Chapter Word Count: ~12,000 (I know I'm "dingo ate my baby" crazy for that chapter length)

Tags: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Case Fic, Established Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Beach Case, Cannon when convenient, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Past Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (Dean and background characters), Non-Consensual Touching (Not between Dean and Cas), Hurt/Comfort, I promise it's not as dark as it sounds, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, clueless Sam Winchester, Chick-Flick Moments, Cannon typical misunderstandings, Angst?, One day I'll learn how to tag, WIP, JackieDeeArt's Hot Summer Art 2024 (Supernatural), Hot Summer Art, Greek Mythology if you Squint, No Beta, Everyone is bad with words, Except Eileen who is the only emotionally stable person for miles, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Angel Grace Dysfunction, Poor Coping Mechanisms, There was only one bed. blow jobs, masturbation, angel grace kink?

[casdeans-pie]

Every time they ate at a diner somewhere and Dean ordered Cas food to 'blend in'. then just reached over and ate that too after his own

that's ✨️married behaviour✨️