#ik cas watched over dean before

[lynlovesspn]

cas: “he’s an angry sleeper. like a bear”

girl how do you know 😭

[destielfanfic]

My First Destiel Fic, vol.5

Thank you guys for sharing your memories! My First Destiel Fic is a nostalgic survey open to any destiel fan and has a simple goal - to celebrate fics that were our gateway into a wonderful world of destiel shipping. Thank you, fic writers, you are our heroes! 

from @chamomilecas

hi! i joined this fandom in mid 2017, so just before season 12 came out! the first deancas fic i ever read was actually t&s (ik ik) but since it’s v.ooc imo id like to suggest the second and third fics i ever read! 

shortskirts verse - twentysomething (on ao3) first hs/college au i read and tbh i don’t remember much apart from it being super sweet and well written!

waves - wormstaches (on ao3) i think everyone has heard of this au tbh and my god it is amazingly written! also features pan!cas in a lot of ugly sweaters (which i love sm and reminds me a lot of myself eheh) basically these fics made me addicted to the college au genre till this day lolol - as well as pan!cas representation !!

All fic titles link directly to the fic, when possible, we have added link to our review or submitted rec post.

Twist and Shout by gabriel & standbyme [NC-17, 97,500 word count, posted 2012] (our review)

What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Shortskirts Verse by twentysomething [NC-17, 22,400 word count, posted 2011] (our review)

So, they're in high school, and then they're in college, and it's mostly not about Taylor Swift, except when it is.

Waves by wormstaches [M, 54,100 word count] (our review)

Dean Winchester is the average guy: football, college, kid brother, nice car, girls and beer; his life is black and white, that is until he meets Castiel Collins: pretentious, slutty, sweater-wearing genius, who won’t even take the time to look up at him from his obscure novel while he insults him. And then everything is shades of gray and Dean is drowning.

from @candy-gothic

My first fic was 300 Things by cautionzombies. I can't remember when I read that but im sure it's not that long since I only started reading fanfictions around 2013-2014. It was my gateway in the world of fanfictions. I started watching SPN around that time too. Such shame it's not in ao3 anymore (or is it?) bc i really want to reread it again.

300 Things by cautionzombies [NC-17, 76,500 word count] (our review) NOTE - the fic is indeed deleted from the hosting platforms by the author. This is our gentle reminder to always download your favorite fic and leave nice comments to the authors! 

Dean’s life at twenty-four makes him feel like he’s forty–he works two jobs to help pay bills for his house and put his genius little brother through private school, and has spent six years (on and off, let’s be honest) working on his mechanical engineering degree at KU. With so much of his life devoted to his family, Dean has little time in his schedule for class and no time for social interaction. Then, while getting his classes together for the fall, he finds himself in a do-or-die situation: He must take his last literature class now, his spring already filled with those left for his major…except that none of the English classes will fit his schedule.

from @obsessedkuroi

So, hey, saw the request. I've sorta been hovering around the fandom since...maybe 2009? 2010? I know I caught up on the first 4/5 seasons in a blitz of a couple weekends of binging and crying during my college days, and then went sobbing to ffnet (ah, AO3, not yet around at the time) to find Destiel fics to comfort myself with. After all this time, Tripping by Hatteress is one fic I still come back to reread. That, and the little additions. It's one of the few fics I think did an insane amount of justice to Dean as he is in Canon, repressed emotions and all. A second one...I suppose, as Christmas has just passed, this short gem of emotion is perfect for the season. It's called Where The Sea and City Meet by RC_McLachlan and it still makes me tear up reading it.

If you ever want any more old school Destiel fics (like, back from 2008-2010, when I dived headfirst into the fandom) hit me up. I have an entire google doc filled with just Destiel recs I made for a friend eight years ago. Thanks for all the fic recs! I'm way out of the loop on Destiel fics these days, I dropped out of being an active member of the fandom some six years ago and just recently got dragged kicking and screaming back in (and rewatching the series from the beginning cause I'm a masochist)

Kuroi

Tripping by hatteress [NC-17, 49,000 word count, Tripping Verse has 6  works and 76,600 word count, posted 2012] (our review)

What do you do when the Universe itself seems to have decided you belong with your very stoic, very angelic, very MALE hunting companion? Dean’s about to find out.

Where the Sea and City Meet by RC_McLachlan [M, 3,000 word count, posted 2010]

Castiel risked his life by going back to 1982 to find Dean's Christmas gift, and all Dean got him was a coat.

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[thekillingjoke-haha]

All I Could Do

Based of the song All I Could Do Was Cry sung by Beyoncé. I suggest y'all listen to it before or during(rush to the bottom to listen then come back idk) to feel the raw emotion in her voice. [Ik I did]

Notes: L/f/c=least favorite color, Bold=singing Slant=Memory

Three men sat at a small table chatting at their friends bar the band playing soft music. The short haired dirty blonde twirled his wetting band between his fingers while a female ring dangled from his neck as he sighed. Tonight he wanted to forget about the girl he was going to spend his life with and try to remember the girl that had his heart from the start. "Come on Dean. We came out so you can forget about the divorce not remince." His younger brother said. No hunt was coming up,no doomsday 2.0 just time off from it all.

"Back in town form a trip please Welcome back to the stage New Orleans own pretty little song bird,Miss [L/n]!" Benny spoke his accent coming out strong.The audience broke into a large uproar. Sam and Cas clapped along,but stopped when they saw who walked on stage. The eldest Winchester didn't notice till her angelic voice spoke. "No need for formality,suga. Known eachother the longest time." His head snapped up and he froze. There she stood in a [f/c] dress the just barely brushed the floor her make up seemed to make her glow under the spotlight. "You got it shar." The vampire kissed her hand before stepping off to the side.

Her [f/c] painted lips pulled back into a smile. "This song like all the others come from the heart and that's how I like to start off my shows. Starting with blues before we get to that upbeat music I love." A few people clapped and cheered agreeing. The music started of soft before picking up. Dean looked at her and his heart pulsed as she sung stealing his heart after he thought he gave it away so long ago.

"I heard church bells ring.I heard a choir singin'~" Her voice drifted her into a vividly painted memory she wished didn't hurt each time it resurfaced. The invitation burned in her hand as she stood outside the church house they were all adults she can walk in there to support her ex on his wedding,but it just hurt as she grew closer. "Y/n" Two voices pulled at her attention turning to them she smiled. "Mr., Mrs.Winchester!" She stated hugging them both. "Dear please no need for formalities you're still family." Mary said bushing the loose hair out off her face. "I'll have to. You guys won't be the only Mr and Mrs Winchester's?" Y/n spoke the words stabbing as she tried not to flinch. It was so painful,but he moved on so she had to let go if not for her for him. "It should be you up there sweetheart." John said truthfully.

"I saw my love walk down the aisle on her finger he placed a ring!~" Y/n sat in a far off row not wanting to be seen as she watched Dean walk down the aisle and stand their his brothers and best friends behind him as he waited for his bride. She came down minutes after him her dress flowing behind her with a bouquet of [L/f] flowers. Y/n tried not to glare,but she knew that wasn't the women for him that she should be in her place. If only she told him sooner,but forcing a smile she had to be strong for a while longer as she watched. "Ooh! I saw them holdin' hands! She was standing there with my Man!~"

Dean looked at the blonde who held hishand her fingers enterlocked with his own infront of him he smiled at her even if his eye wondered to the crowed. He caught her in the corner of his eye sitting down smiling for him tears slipping down her cheek as she tried to be discreta,but even in a crowed of a hundred he can always find her. Dean tried not to let the thought linger as he look back to his bride to be. "I heard them promise til death do us part. Each word was a pain in my heart~"

Y/n breath hicked alittle as she sung. Tears pooled in her eyes as she belted out the chorus. "All I could do! All I could do was cry~" The salted liquid left her tear ducts. "All I could do was cry!~" The two other women on stage Dean didn't even notice sung the back gowns in matching looking like brides maids. "I was losing the man that I love and all I could do was cry~" His heart skipped a beat when he hear love instead of loved. She still loved him. Y/n looked up at the crowd many of them held back the waterworks themselves it's when he [e/c] met those apple green beauty's she fell for since she was a teen.

"And now the wedding is over~" The [h/c] young women watched as the couple ran out of the church covering their heads as the guest cheered. "The rice,RICE has been thrown over their heads~" the uncooked rice layed on the ground as they waved goodbye and got in the limo the decorated string making noise the whole way. Y/n turned away from everyone and went to to her 1970 Chevrolet and drove back to the next town over to her motel. "For them life has just begun,but mine is endin'~" That's when she broke down in the room letting her happy facade break as she crumbled to the ground. All she wanted was to have her hunting life back she didn't know she'd lose the one person that made it worthwhile.

At the same time they thought back to the day it happened. "Ooh! All I could do. All I could do was cry!~" She came back bruised and beaten from a supposed business trip she walked into the quite apartment just to be greeted by harsh light. Dean sat there waiting thing she was cheating,but after one look he found out that wasn't the case. "Where the hell were you!?" He shouted off the bat his anger having festered long enough. "Huntin'." She saw no point in lying. "You promised me that after God and Amara that that was it for us!" Dean's face grew red in his outburst. "De you can take me out of the huntin' life doesn't mean I'll always be able to stay away. I was born into it this apple pie life just isn't for me." Y/n she couldn't look at him as she spoke.

"Then leave." His voice rung in the silence that followed. "But I'm staying here. So you walk out that door you can go back to hunting. You just can't come back to me." The blonde Winchester tried to keep his voice strong. He wanted to tell her he was speaking out of his ass. Y/n's breath hicked in her throat swallowing the lump she nodded her head "I'm sorry,Dean,but I'll always love you hun." She went to their once shared room and got her stuff and just like that she left into the dark. Alone in her car and alone in his apartment they cried. "All I could do was cry. I was losing the man that I love and all I could do was cry~" The music began to fade as she stepped back from the microphone wiping her eyes as she smiled at the crowd bowing before the act that played during her breaks started lifting the mood slightly since she was coming back strong. She walked away along the the back up singers to the dressing room.

Dean stood up immediately and rushed back their freezing in front of the door as the three women in normal clothing opened it walking past him as he slipped in the room. "Hey,Dean." Her voice sounded soft as he went to sit next to her. "Every day since that night I wanted to come back and I stopped myself each time. You started datin' and I was moppin' while hunting." Y/n licked her lips as she looked at him in the mirror her eyes slightly red. "They day of your weddin' was probably the worst day of my life. I knew that day I really lost you and every since then...well All I could do was cry."

Tears came to his green eyes as he looked back at the rings in his hand. One that was his and one that his ex never because it wasn't meant for her. "Y/n/n that night I was thinking about proposing to you I was to nervous to wait for our anniversary,but then you know what happened." She giggled slightly as she leaned her head on his shoulder. "After me and Emily got married I realized I couldn't love her no matter how hard I tried to it could never compare to how I love you." His hand came up to her shoulder pulling her close. "That apple pie life seemed so wrong that I got back into hunting myself and before you say it. Yes I'm a fucking hypocrite I know." Y/n's laughter was infectious as he began to laugh too. "Almost three year later look at me now. Divorced still crying about how I lost the women I loved for someone else."

Y/n turned to him grabbing his cheeks with both hands bringing his face closer to hers as she whispered. "I think we had done just about enough crying,hun." She said crashing their lips together for the first time in years it felt so good it was like everything was coming back together. Who needs a white picket fence when you got concrete walls of the bunker.

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A/n: Done dropping the mic bitches woah!!!

Anyways I left what happened to break them up very vague hunter life or normal life,but do you guys want a part two going in more depth from beginning to the obvious end result.

Song ⬇️⬇️⬇️

[ladybug-writes-spn]

Tuesday Night

Summary: TFW 2.0 hang out on a Tuesday night.

Word Count: 595

No Warnings or Pairings

"I'm back with the nom-noms!" you called from the doorway. Dean, Sam, and Jack were gathered in Dean's man cave for another movie night. "Y/N! Please tell me you've got the licorice!" Dean barrelled toward you reaching into the bag for his goodies. "Yes!" he kissed your cheek and sat in his recliner with the whole bag of Twizzlers.

You walked over to Jack and Sam sitting on the couch. "Mike and Ike for Sam." He accepted the box of candy with a smile. "Thanks, Y/N. You're the best."

"And for you Jack," you announced producing an extra-large bag of M&Ms. "Peanut butter M&M's for you. And you better share some with me!"

"Certainly! And I also think you're the best," Jack replied with his grin that was all Jack.

You sat between Jack and Dean and cracked open your treat. A jug of your favorite chocolate milk. Taking a gulp, you looked around. "Hey? Where's Cas?"

Just then the angel walked through the doorway with two huge bowls of popcorn. "Sorry. I was on popcorn duty. I never realized how much popcorn it takes to fill these bowls." He handed Sam a bowl, then handed you the other and sat on the other side of Dean.

"So what's the movie?" you asked stuffing your face with a handful of the buttery popcorn. "It's Dean's turn to pick," Sam piped up. You looked at Dean's with wide eyes. "No Dean! For the love of Chuck, don't pick The Lost Boys again! How about that movie The Highwaymen? The one with Kevin Costner and Woody Harrelson." you suggested, wiggling your eyebrows. Dean gave you the best bitchface he could. It still could never rival Sam's.

"We can watch that when it's your turn," he responded. You frowned, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. It was almost as good as Sam's and it usually worked on Dean.

"Not this time sweetheart. Let's watch The Terminator then we'll watch your pick next week when it's your turn. Ok?" You relaxed. "Ok fine. I like The Terminator... and Kyle Reese," you said quickly, munching on more popcorn.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Geez Y/N! Is there any actor you don't have a crush on??" he exclaimed.

"Ummm...do you want me to actually answer that?" you giggled.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Let's just start the movie," Dean hit the play button on the remote. The movie started to play while everyone settled into their seats.

You looked around the room. Cas was enthralled in the movie with a slightly confused look on his face.  You knew it was only a matter of time before he started asking Dean questions, annoying Dean in the process. But you knew deep down Dean didn't mind. Dean was gnawing on his licorice rope. Yuck! How can he eat those? you thought to yourself.

You looked over at Sam munching his popcorn, watching the movie.  You know he has probably seen this movie a million times but he doesn't seem to mind. You look at Jack next to you on the couch. He felt you watching him and handed you the bag of M&Ms. You poured a few into your hand and gave the bag back to him. "Thank you, sweetie." He gave you one of his bright smiles and turned back to the movie.

You felt your heart swell. I don't know where I'd be without these guys, you think to yourself. These Tuesday movie nights made you all feel almost normal again. Even if for a little while.

~🐞

[daughters-and-winsisters]

Huntress- Part 19: The Voices

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E19 so warning: SPOILERS

A/N: Ik it’s been ages and I’m so sorry about that, but it’s back bbys.

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen 

“Well according to the law Nephilim don’t need nine months…” Dad trailed off, Uncle Dean leaned over to read what he’d put: “Woah.” 

You finished your third mug of coffee before adding, “There’s barely anything on Nephilim. And what there is is mostly hypothetical.” “Exactly,” Dad nodded in agreement, “she should be giving birth around May 18th.” “So we have less than a month to find her…” Uncle Dean grimaced at how little time there was left. “And no idea where to start.” Dad added. Just then the bunker door creaked open and the three of you shared a look before glancing up at the stairs. Cas closed the door behind himself, his coat swishing a little with his movements as he headed down the steps. “Cas.” Both your Dad and Uncle said in awe. “You’re alright.” You smiled at him, only he didn’t look great.

“Where the hell have you been?” Uncle Dean interrogated and you shot him a frown, wanting to hear what Cas had to say first. “Well,” Cas began, “where I was there was poor…reception.” “Oh wow low bars great excuse.” Uncle Dean huffed. “You were in heaven?” You deduced, earning a nod. “When I heard that Dagon had captured Kelly I thought they could help…turns out I was wrong.” You felt bad for Cas, he looked so hopeless in that moment. Dad offered a more positive outlook, “At least you’re back.” Only Dean wasn’t having it. “No I’m sorry, we had a shot at getting Kelly back and we lost it because you were too busy doing nothing.” “De-“ You tried to help Cas out, but your Uncle cut you off. “No, Y/N. I’m pissed off.” He stormed out of the room and you sighed as he left.

You stepped forward to follow after him, but your Dad gently pulled your arm back, “Y/N…just let him calm down.” You looked Dad in the eye, looking back down and shaking from his grip, “Not this time.” You shrugged. Knocking at your Uncle’s door, you waited for a response but nothing came. Maybe he thought you were Cas.

“Uncle De?” You said timidly as you peered round the door. He was at his desk, head in his hands. As you headed over to him you pulled up another chair and sat down next to him. “Y/N, now’s just not a good time-“ “He just wanted to help. He wasn’t trying to upset you.” “Yeah well he did!” He slammed his hands down on the table, almost hitting his laptop and you retracted a little. When he noticed your expression, he sighed and his face softened, “I’m sorry kiddo…it’s just that you, me, your Dad and Cas. Well, we’re just better together.” “I know that. And Cas does too. He really does,” you assured him, “come on.” “Yeah,” Uncle Dean nodded and shot you a proud smile, “I need a beer.”

You followed after him, turning the corner to find your Dad in his natural habitat: feet up, books out and laptop on his lap. “Hey come on get some sleep. We’re not gonna find Dagon tonight.” Uncle Dean said. You smiled at how much of a big brother he could be. “What if we’ve been going about this wrong?” Your Dad looked over you both. You frowned curiously, “What do you mean?” “Well we know we can’t track Dagon- we’ve tried. But what if we can track-“ “The Nephilim. “ You finished for him, nodding as you began to understand his train of thought. “How?” Uncle Dean piped up. “Well,” Dad cleared his throat, “remember when we used the spell for Gadreel?” “It didn’t work.” Dean said bluntly. “No but we managed to remove the grace just fine. I mean if we do that for the Nephilim then it’ll just be a kid.” “And Kelly won’t have to die.” You nodded.\ You all smiled. “This might just work.”

“He’s still not picking up.” You sighed, locking your phone and starting to help Uncle Dean pack. In truth you were very worried about Cas, he seemed like he had something else on his mind and was hiding something from you all. “He played us.” Uncle Dean snapped.

“Yeah he played us all…” Dad agreed. You watched the pair of them debate over what to do with the situation and couldn’t help but think how they were good at turning their worries into anger at times. Especially Uncle Dean. You weren’t angry at Cas, not just yet. After all, none of you had any idea what he might be trying to sort out.

Your ears perked up when your Dad mentioned he’d put a tracking app on Cas’ phone. “Alright then let’s head out.” Uncle Dean immediately headed towards the doors. You watched him go, followed by Dad who trailed after him. Out of nowhere a surge of pain stung through your head and you winced, clutching your forehead as though it would help. It lasted only a few seconds but during it everything blurred and felt almost slightly out of place. You could have sworn you heard voices. It went as quick as it came, giving you just enough time to grab hold of the table to steady yourself. “You coming Y/N?!” Dad shouted from round the corner. Blinking a little, you mumbled a “yeah” before heading after them.

Dean’s knock was impatient and cross. You hovered behind your Dad and Uncle and to be honest you were just worried about Cas more than anything. Cas’ concerned-self opened the door and sighed. “How did you find me?” “Dad put a track-“ You stopped midway when Uncle Dean slammed Cas against the wall and began to interrogate him, “-yikes.” “Guys.” Dad said, making you look up to see Kelly timidly stood. “Guys!” You echoed in Cas and Dean’s direction. They both jumped, not used to you shouting and followed your gaze to where Kelly stood. “Cas, if you found Kelly why didn’t you say anything?” You asked gently, wanting to keep everyone calm at least. “I uh-“ “He’s taking me to heaven.” Kelly said it so Cas didn’t have to. “But you’d die?” You questioned, not yet understanding. “I wanted to keep you all safe from this. Wanted to make sure that I would be the one to kill both Kelly and her Baby so that none of you would have to.” “No. Cas we found another way!” Dad said hastily. “You’re not our friggin’ baby sitter alright we make our own decisions.” Den snapped at him. Already they were shouting again and you rolled your eyes. “Another way?” Cas frowned. “We can remove the grace. Like we did with Gadreel.” “Sam, you barely survived that…” Cas sighed, clearly not on board.

“I think Kelly would prefer if her kid was alive, amiright?” Uncle Dean looked at her and before she even replied you could tell what she was going to say. “No.” She then grabbed her coat and was out the door. Everyone followed after her in blind panic. “Kelly. Wait. Wait. Kelly. We said we’d find another way and we did.” “I’m going with Castiel.” She said sternly. “But then your baby will die. Your kid can survive this way.” “But then you’ll be taking away the one thing that makes him special…” Kelly said. “Okay this lady has lost her mind.” Uncle Dean exclaimed. In anger, you wacked his arm and shot him a glare. “Will everyone shut the hell up!” You cried, making them all look at you, “In case you hadn’t noticed we are stood out in the open while every Goddamn Angel and Demon on the planet is looking for us. So for God’s sake can we talk somewhere else!” There was a moment of hesitation as they all stared in awe. You weren’t one to raise your voice but recently the way everyone was handling things was getting on your nerves. “Y/N’s right, we need to go back to the Bunker and talk-“ He trailed off when he noticed your expression. Another pain had started up, it was worse than the last and came in jolts through your head. You heard incoherent whispers and conversations. Disorientated, you stumbled, hearing the muffled voices of everyone’s concern and feeling your Dad’s hands at your sides. “Y/N?!” His voice was clearer and you could then see his worried face. “Yeah…” You mumbled, “I’m good. Sorry. Let’s go-“ “What no.” “What the hell was that?” “What happened?” “Are you alright?” “You feelin’ okay?” After the bombardment of questions you nodded a little and said “Yeah don’t worry. Just a migraine or something. We need to head inside…” Cas nodded, grabbing Kelly and taking her to the Impala. Dad didn’t take his eyes off you. “What was that?” He asked quietly, resting a hand on your shoulder as though scared you were going to collapse any minute. “Dad I’m fine honestly. Like I said just a migraine.” You shot him a reassuring smile and ducked out of his grip. Although unconvinced, he nodded.

Your eyes fell on Kelly who adjusted so she was in the driver’s seat. “Uh, guys-“ Dad and Uncle Dean followed your gaze and began shouting as the engine revved but it was far too late.

“Double yikes.” You commented, zipping your jacket up when the wind picked up. “Okay, come on let’s just take this one.” Uncle Dean sighed. “What the hell is up with Cas?” Your Dad wondered aloud. “Well he hasn’t exactly had a great year. He’s just doing what he thinks is right.” You shrugged, watching your Uncle work on the engine. After what looked just like poking around he went “Give it a try.” Your Dad went to start it up and you turned to your Uncle and went “You’ll teach me how to do that right?” Uncle Dean grinned, “’’Course I will, kiddo.”

 The three of you pull up to the Sandbox and Dad starts firing bullets in to Dagon, although they do nothing but turn to dust it at least gave you and Uncle Dean time to position yourselves for a fight. She hits your Dad to the floor and goes for you, you duck her first hit and slam your elbow into the side of her head. With a grunt and a smirk she kicks you to the floor, but before she could knock you out Uncle Dean threw a punch to get her attention. As she kicked his body away she snatched the colt from his grip and grinned for the funeral: “Goodbye.” The colt glowed a bright gold and the barrel hit the floor with a thud. “Nooo!” Uncle Dean cried, but it was too late. You watched her in fear, now unable to kill her. “Okay,” She smiled, “Who wants ice cream?”

“Kelly,” You whispered, nudging her with your foot, “You can heal him.” You nodded to Cas who’s face was bloodied and bruised. She nodded, immediately understanding, and walked up to Cas’ side, taking his hand.

Unaware, Dagon smiled at the couple, “Aww how adorable.”

Just then a golden electricity sparked from Kelly’s hand to Cas’, his eyes shimmered with power as he grabbed Dagon’s arm. Where he held it her body sizzled and hissed away to fire. She screamed I agony as ashes replaced the Demon.

Dad was immediately by your side, although he looked more hurt than you, he helped you up and stood close to your side as you all hesitantly approached where Cas stood dumbfounded and Kelly stood with her hands on her stomach. “Cas?” You said, your brows furrowing together in question. “Was that you?” Dean pushed and that’s when you noticed he was stood in front of both you and your Dad. “It was me,” Cas nodded before adding, “and the child. I felt it.”

Just then he placed an arm on both you and Uncle Dean, healing your sprains and breaks almost instantaneously. You and your Uncle shared a look. “This child,” Cas continued, “must be born. With all of it’s power.” “You can’t be serious?” Dad scoffed. “I am. I have faith. Now we have to go.” Cas began to walk away.

“Cas wait!” Uncle Dean shouted after him. “We’re not just gonna let you walk away like that.” Dad said. “Yes you are.” Cas rose his fingers gently to Dad’s forehead and he went unconscious. He then did the same to Dean before facing you. “Cas wait,” You said with so much panic in your voice that he did, “I won’t follow you. Please.” Without a word they turned and left you stood by your unconscious family. With a sigh, you got some blankets from the back of the impala, watching them drive away from just over the boot. After placing a blanket on them both you climbed on to Baby’s bonnet and-

You cried out in pain as another wave of whatever those things were scraped at your mind. Falling from the car to the ground you clutched hold of your head in attempt to ease the torment of it. The voices were clearer this time. Louder, but still just a jigsaw of conversations. A dot-to-dot of the spoken word. Then: you passed out.

Part 20: It’s Cold

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[bisaster-energy]

Okay I'm ready to talk I think

So like I said dean could be inserted as stone instead bc we all know chuck projected hard as hell onto dean and his narcissistic tendencies also make him horny for the Dean Winchester Charm™️

But that's an essay for another time

The reason I think about this as chuck and cas is cos cas really veered off from the plan

He jumped off of the script and started writing his own destiny

Naturally this pissed chuck the hell off

You guys know all that tho so moving on to lyric analysis

"You drool at adventures...your pen is no match for my sword"

So cas gets to be one of the Boys because he CHOSE to. He changed everything with his decision to fall and that ruined Chuck's fucking day

Chuck lives on earth, he was cringe and put himself in the story cos he wanted to experience it I think. He wanted to be part of that experience, to meet Sam and Dean up close and not just manipulate from afar

He's soooo jealous of cas man no cap cas is more important to the winchesters even when he's graceless than chuck ever was as bonafide capital g God

Cas gets to do all the action (my sword) while chuck sits and fruitlessly write (your pen) cos cas' influence changes the story anyway

"You're in my plot I'm still your creator I call each shot I'm your private dictator"

Ofc Chuck by the end is tired of this shit so he's like I'm taking my story back this is gonna end shitty whether you like it or not

He takes away all the other characters and leaves just the brothers as if that's still a relevant theme

He wants control so bad but it's always gonna slip because he can't account for free will aka Cas!!! Cas thee El!!

"I'm everything you've always wanted to be

Let's deal with the issue: you wish you were me"

Ahem...Godstiel anyone??

Yeah cas was god for while wack

And ofc Chuck wishes he was dean's boystie but will NEVER be dean's boystie

So this essentially

I should probably mention that I've literally never watched City of Angels and this song is taken totally out of context so sorry to any like City of Angels buffs reading this lmao (ik there's a reprise where stone and stine see past their differences or whatever and realize they need each other it's actually super sweet but that's all I know)

So basically to wrap up like Stine Chuck is an author that's losing control of the narrative because of Cas (Stone) and they are at odds because of this, direct rivals even

What is a character that goes off script to a writer if not an enemy?

You take away Cas you're left with a bland ass story with a shitty plot that literally no one would care about u less they were super into hot blooded white American men having road trips in a muscle car

You take Chuck away you're literally left with nothing because he made it all.

Without Chuck there is no Cas without Cas there is no substance

Now let's delve a bit into the "Chuck is the CW" side things

Love this analogy a lot actually

What makes even more sense is the CW itself vs cas and what he inspires in fans of the show

His character quite literally changed the story and they just like chuck were willing to let him stay just to see where he'd take things (plus the viewers fell in love with him on sight)

But everytime he was killed off cos they HATE him the viewers and Dean!!! Stopped functioning = stopped watching

Cas isn't supposed to come back?? Views literally tank. Dean literally falls apart no enrichment in the enclosure makes dean a heartbroken boy

So the stuff I said before applies to the company itself too

Because they really fucked us AND cas over in the worst of ways with this finale and we made sure they knew it

"You're nothing without me indeed" without cw there's no Cas and evidence shows that the opposite is also true

It's just a really fun thing to think about!!

something something You're Nothing Without Me from City of Angels is about cas and chuck I would write an essay on it but I'm too cold and sleepy rn someone remind me later

[writings-andstuff]

“Don’t Objectify Me” (Dean x Reader)

The first of two for tonight and then I’ve got to study for my finals tomorrow. 

Happy Reading!

Words: 1971

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Excessive cuteness

Excerpt:  He huffed again but stayed silent.  The three of you, with the help of Cas back at the bunker, were investigating a string of homicides in Oklahoma.  Three people had been killed inside of a week, but that hadn’t even been the strangest part.  The bodies hadn’t just been mutilated, they’d been practically decimated.  Their chests had been ripped open and their lungs had been removed.  It was positively gruesome.

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You paced back and forth waiting for Dean to come out of the house of one of the victims.  Of course, you couldn’t go in with him—you were the watchdog. You were always the watchdog.  Dean was always the one putting himself in the line of fire, and you were always just...watching.

“Easy kid,” Dean said, coming up behind you.  “You’re gonna wear a hole in the concrete.”

You gasped and hit him in the shoulder, hard. “Oh my god, you idiot! You scared the crap out of me. I almost pulled my gun on you.”

Dean gave you a sly smirk and walked around the side of the Impala, leaning over the top for a second to talk to you.  “Well, don’t do that.  Don’t wanna have to tell my brother that my girlfriend made me Swiss cheese because I scared her.”

“Then don’t scare me,” you shot back, sliding into the front seat of the Impala and waiting for Dean to follow suit.  After he did, he put the keys in the ignition and the car rumbled to life.  “So, did you find anything? Hex bags? Sulfur?”

“Nada,” he grumbled.  “But I still say it’s a demon.  There’s just nothing about the killings that screams witchy business to me.”

“‘Witchy business’?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow.  He started off down the road.  “I don’t know, Dean. I gotta stick with Sam on this one.  Witches seem to be the most likely culprit.”

Dean huffed.  “I thought you were supposed to side with me.”

“Only when you’re right,” you countered.  “And anyways, if you’re right, you get bragging rights against not one, but two people. But you’re not right.”

He huffed again but stayed silent.  The three of you, with the help of Cas back at the bunker, were investigating a string of homicides in Oklahoma.  Three people had been killed inside of a week, but that hadn’t even been the strangest part.  The bodies hadn’t just been mutilated, they’d been practically decimated.  Their chests had been ripped open and their lungs had been removed.  It was positively gruesome.

You and Sam were thinking a witch because, contrary to what Dean had said, it screamed ‘witchy business’ to the two of you.  But Dean was having none of it. He was sure it was the work of some demon just looking for humans to kill. The only problem with his theory was that removing a specific organ from those bodies seemed like more of a ritual than an MO.  

The two of you met Sam back at the motel room to find out what he’d learned from the bodies in the coroner’s morgue.  

When you got back, Sam was sitting on the edge of one of the beds with his tie and suit jacket stripped off. He looked up at the two of you as you entered the room and shut the door.  He looked almost green, which was odd since Sam was usually the most composed and least queasy around dead bodies, especially the gory ones.  

“I’m guessing it was as gross as we thought it would be,” you said, giving him a small pat on the back as you passed the bed to sit in a chair by the small table. Dean dumped himself down on the other bed and began undoing the buttons on his flannel so that his black T-shirt underneath could be seen.

“Worse,” Sam grumbled.  

“Well,” Dean turned to look at you and Sam.  “We got nothing at the vic’s house.  That was the last of the three and still nothing.”

Sam gulped down air before speaking.  “Well, there were no hex bags in the bodies.”

You shook your head.  “Okay, so let’s go down the list—”

“The very short list,” Dean put in.

“Can’t be a demon since there was no sulfur,” you said, ignoring him.  “Not a witch, because there were no hex bags, and nothing to suggest witchy activity.”

Dean smirked.  “‘Witchy activity?’”

You threw a plastic fork at him from last night’s take-out dinner of cheese burgers and fries.  He frowned down at where it hit his thigh.

“You see this, Sammy,” Dean said to his brother.  “Before she threatened to poke holes in me, now she’s trying to spear me with plastic utensils.”

Sam frowned and looked over at you. “You threatened to shoot him?”

“He scared me,” you told him plainly.

Sam nodded as if this was all the clarification he needed and turned back to Dean. “Shouldn’t’ve scared her, Dean.”

Dean picked up the fallen fork and threw it at Sam who expertly dodged it.  His color was starting to return to normal, which reminded you of your list.  You sighed.  

“Okay, focus guys,” you said.  “No ectoplasm means no vengeful spirit.  No dead family members or friends who would want them dead, which means no ghost. I believe this is what the kids call an impasse.”

“Nope,” Dean sighed.  “Think that’s just you, sweetheart.”

“There’re more forks here, Dean,” you warned. “I wouldn’t push your luck.”

He put his hands up in a sign of surrender.

“Wait,” Sam said in his ‘I think I’ve got something’ voice.  “What if it is a ghost?”

You didn’t have time to respond because Sam was already up and sitting at the table across from you in front of his laptop.  He tapped away as Dean came to stand behind you, one hand on the back of your chair and the other on the tabletop.

“Care to fill us in, Sammy?” Dean said.

Sam kept typing.  “Just think about it.  We don’t really know that much about ghosts.  We know that if they stay long enough, they go vengeful. We know that when they expend lots of energy, they leave behind ectoplasm. We know that they can haunt things, people, and even places.  Sometimes they don’t know what they’re doing, sometimes they do. The truth is, we don’t really know all that much about how much ghosts can do.”

You frowned.  He was right, of course.  Dean had once caught a ghost virus and it almost stopped his heart.  On their first hunt together, Sam and Dean had encountered a woman in white who had almost killed Sam.  Even Bobby had been attached to his whiskey flask after he’d died.  You’d seen an entire building haunted by one ghost alone, and you’d seen one dilapidated house haunted by many ghosts.  

But there was one problem with his theory.

“Yes,” you said, “but we’ve never seen ghosts do this.  Not since the breaking of the seals to free Lucifer.  The witnesses.”

“Aha!” Sam exclaimed, flicking his computer screen.  You and Dean moved to the other side of the table to inspect it.  

“Uh, care to explain this to us normal folk, Sammy?” Dean asked, pointing to the screen. It was a picture of a thin man in his late fifties maybe, wearing a porkpie hat and a tweed jacket.  

“We were looking for a link to the victims, here’s our link,” Sam pointed to the man on the screen.  “Meet Professor Ike Weizmann. He was an Anatomy and Physiology professor at the university in Norman.  It says that last year he suffered a severe asthma attack in his lab during a lecture and died. Apparently, his family filed a lawsuit against the board of the University last year because they thought the attack was caused by mold in the walls that went left unchecked.  A week before the court date, all of the members of the board quit and the school was closed for an entire month before they were replaced.”

Dean licked his bottom lip.  “Please tell me that there were only three members on that board.”

Sam shook his head and clicked onto another page on his laptop.  He pointed to a list of people.  “There are two more: Lisa Warren and Keith Garfield. Both live in the area.”

You shook your head.  “Based on the pattern, it seems like he’s been killing them every twenty-four hours.  But, I don’t get it—why wait until a year after his death to come and get his vengeance?”

Sam turned in his chair to face the two of you, shaking his head.  “I have no idea.  Maybe he was waiting for the right time? Who knows.  But I’ve got the addresses for both of the other board members.”

“How much time until the next murder?” Dean asked you.

“Um,” you did some quick math in your head.  “Well, McCreedy was killed somewhere around eleven last night, they think.  It’s eight now.  So, three hours, give or take.”

“We’ll split up,” Sam said.  “Dean, you take Keith and I’ll take Lisa.  He’s only going to kill one tonight, and they live on opposite sides of town so—”

“So whoever finds Professor Bowler Hat,” Dean cut in, “is on their own until backup comes.”

“I don’t like this plan,” you said.  “Wait, uh, what is the plan, exactly? Specifically, what am I doing while one of you is almost dying?”

“Nobody’s gonna die,” Dean assured you.  

Sam nodded his agreement.  “You’re going to go to the cemetery in the middle of town.  According to the archives, Weizmann was buried. So you’re gonna burn the remains.”

You could see it in Dean’s clenched jaw and tight shoulders that he didn’t like you going on your own, but he also knew that you could handle yourself. You were no damsel in distress, and he knew that.  Nevertheless, you laced your fingers through his.  “I’ll be fine.  Just burning bones.  Nothing new.”

He sighed. “I know. Alright,” he looked at Sam.  “I’ll drop you off by Lisa, then Y/N by the cemetery, and then I’ll head over by Keith.”

“If I burn the bones,” you said, “you guys should still stay there until after eleven, just to be sure.”

“Alright,” Sam said. “Let’s get ready and go.  The faster we get this over-with, the faster we get back to the bunker.”

The rest of the salt ’n burn went off without a hitch.  You were thrown into a tree, but you managed to light fire to the bones before the ghost killed anyone. Of course, Dean overreacted about the head injury you had.

Cas met the three of you in the war room when you returned the next day.  He offered to heal you, but you refused, much to Dean’s dismay.  You let Dean clean the cut at your hairline, though, and listened to him go on a tangent about how he should’ve been there with you.

You waited patiently until he was done talking to tell him your piece about how you were fine and the three of you had had a job to do.  Burning the bones just happened to be yours.  All three of you had an equally dangerous job.  

As it was, Ike only attacked you because you were holding matches above his open casket.  It was to no avail on his end, though, because you managed to burn them anyways.  Dean came over after and helped Sam put the dirt back over the grave, having you wait in the Impala.  

“I still should’ve been there with you,” Dean stood before you, his arms crossed and his jaw set.

“Dean, its just a cut,” you told him.  “I’m fine.  But I would really like to sleep for the next day.”

His features softened, but only slightly. “It’s late. C’mon.  Let’s go to bed.”

You grinned at him and hopped off of the library table. “Yes, please.”

“But you gotta sleep on your own pillow,” he said with a small smile, roping his arm around your waist, though you were fine to walk and had told him so several times.  

“Why?” you whined.  “You’re such a comfy pillow.”

“Don’t objectify me.”

[deanstits]

Ik you're high-key dwstiel but if you've got anyone else you like to think about with Dean imagine them fucking him as Castiel watches, getting angrier and angrier (this is all preconsenting tho it's a scene) til lite cas' turn

DEAN AT A SWINGERS PARTY GETTING RAILED BY BENNY AND HE’S GOT HIS EYES LOCKED ON CAS AND CAS IS FURIOUS EVEN THO THIS IS EXACTLY WHY THEY CAME HERE AND DEAN IS MOANING AND WRITHING LIKE A LITTLE FUCKING SLUT AND COMES ALL OVER HIMSELF AND THEN BENNY PULLS OUT AND CAS GRABS DEAN, PULLING HIM OUT THE DOOR TO THE CAR WHERE HE PUSHES DEAN INTO THE BACK SEAT AND FUCKS HIM ROUGH AND HARD, SPANKING HIM UNTIL DEAN’S CRYING FROM IT AND CAS COMES DEEP IN HIS ASS AND DRIVES THEM HOME WHERE HE FUCKS DEAN AGAIN AND COMES ON HIS FACE, LEAVING IT THERE FOR A GOOD HOUR BEFORE HE LETS DEAN CLEAN HIMSELF UP. HE HOLDS DEAN SO CLOSE THAT NIGHT IN BED.

ok sorry i just got so hype from that ask.

[lovethediseasedkillerpuppy]

Dean’s 2 talks with Mary:

Lemme freak out over this scene before I dissect it line by line. I replayed this stuff a good 10x bc I was so damn elated that Dean stuck up for himself & Mary sure as hell needed to hear these things. Jensen did a phenomenal job. I loved every second of it.

Mary: Just hear me out, please.

Dean: wow, just wow.

Mary: Dean, what the BMOL are doing, what we're doing, it's a better way. Look, I'm not blind to who they are or what they've done but…

Uh yeah actually ya are blind to what they've done bc you don't know all the people they've killed & ignorance isn't an excuse. You got in bed with these guys, you should have looked into 'em. You don't want to know bc it'll mess with what you want. 

Sam: When? When did you start working with them?

Mary: Before the lake house. It wasn't Wally. They brought me that case.

Try a lot before the lake house. Y'all were pretty damn cozy by then.

Dean: You were running an errand for the brits, you kept it from us. Cas almost died.

Sam: A hunter got killed.

Mary: You think I don't know? I'm the one who burned his body. I'm the one who told his wife. I watch him die every night.

Dean: Good.

Actually Dean, you ALL almost died. That prince of Hell was abt to take you all out bc of your mom's sticky fingers. Cas was just the one who got seriously hurt. What happened to your explaining, Mary? This shit sounds like defensive justifying your actions, making it abt you & trying to garner sympathy. As Dean said, good. Any guilt you're having is well earned.

*scene intermission *

Mary: I'm doing this for you. I'm playing 3 decades of catch up here.

But what does the former have to do with the latter? Again you're straying from this promised “explanation” & trying to manipulate the convo to gain pity for yourself. And I’ll leave Dean to deal w the 2nd part of that bullshit.

Dean: And we're not? How do you think this has been for us? We're your sons. And you've been gone, our whole lives. You've been gone. You said that you needed time. No, you said you need space. So we gave you ur space, but you didn't need just space, no you needed space from us.

DEAN FUCKING WINCHESTER KEEPING IT REAL

Mary: That's not true. Dean I'm trying...

Ok so ur just gonna totally ignore his question, cool. Dean isn’t gonna push the issue it seems but I still wanna know. How do you think it was for them? Have you even thought abt it? Do you give a shit?

Dean: How about for once you just try and be a mom!

And BOOOOOM there it is!!! Your benefit of the doubt adjustment time was waaaay long enough, mother Mary. Abt damn time someone said it. All the bonus points that it was Dean who got to.

Mary: I am your mother but I am not just a mom & you are not a child.

It's interesting to me here how Mary differs from what Dean said. Dean told her to try being “A” mom, implication being act like a mom/do motherly things. But Mary says I am “YOUR” mother, implication that she birthed them. There's a fuck ton world of difference b/t being a mom (as Dean requests) & being a mother (that Mary answers back with) Birthing children makes you what Mary is defending herself to be. Actually being there for them & loving them is what makes you a mom, what Dean is, perfectly reasonably, asking for.

Now onto the 2nd part which is several levels of ridiculous. Who the hell said anything abt her being JUST a mom? Stop putting words into his mouth. And telling him he isn't a child...now THAT sounds very childish. But again, stop putting words in his mouth. Also how fucking dare you, bitch. You have your beloved John's journal & you KNOW Dean didn't even get that chance when he WAS a child.

Dean: I never was.

THERE IT IS. Thatta boy. Call her on her shit. You’re still being too easy on her, but ur a better person than me so...

Dean: So b/t us & them…

Mary: It's not like that...

Dean: Yeah Mary, it is. And you made your choice. So there's the door.

Oh how much I LOVED him calling her Mary. Being called mom shouldn't be smth just expected no matter what. Bitch hasn't earned that. Gah, ik how much it must have hurt him to do but seeing Dean kick her ass out was satisfying as fuck.

Onto talk 2...

Dean: It's not your job to make my lunch...kiss me at night. We're adults. You're gonna make your own choices even if I don't like 'em. Even if I really really don't like 'em. So that's just smth I'm gonna have to get used to.

Alright, there's a lot to be said abt this. I've seen a lot of anger over “Dean apologizing again” I understand why it's being looked at that way. Don't get me wrong, I'm pissed off abt this dialogue too but I'll get to that. To me, this wasn't an apology in the strict sense of the word. It wasn't him saying he was sorry, it was him laying things out there, making it completely clear what he meant before abt the mom thing. (since apparently she is that dense so he needs to spell it out for her) 

Now the reason it infuriates me & why imo it's being dubbed an apology is this; as per fucking every single time it is DEAN who has to be the bigger person. As always it's DEAN who is having to smooth things over. As always it's DEAN putting it out there that he's willing to accept & love someone unconditionally. Don't get me wrong, these are things that make up the big beautiful heart this boy has & I never want him to lose that, but as someone who loves him it PISSES ME OFF. Dean won't be petty so allow me. Why does it always have to be Dean? Why does he always have to swallow the shit? Why does he never get to just freely express his thoughts & feelings w/o needing to back track/suck it up later? Why is it always Dean who has to see & understand everyone else's point of view but nobody bothers to do the same for him? Can't we have that for Dean even ONCE? Of all the times this shit has happened you would think the ONE damn time it could've happened would be from his mother, but no, he can't even have that. So while I don't see it as an 'apology' I'm still just as damn enraged over him even having to give this little speech at all. MARY was in the wrong. MARY should have been the one to patch things up...and not to mention bc who expected Dean to get an I’m sorry but Ima do it anyway; WHERE IS MARY’S I’M SORRY??? HUH? And we’ve had enough damn examples of Dean ‘I will love everyone unconditionally’ Winchester. It’s beyond over damn due that we get some examples of him getting unconditional love back ffs. On the plus side at least Dean still stood his ground that he didn’t like her choice. He won’t do it, but we can give a huge I TOLD YOU SO later when this goes to shit.

Onto a different side of this rant. The fact that what Dean said is just utter nonsense. WHERE did this shit even start? Sam has said similar. I've seen some fandom say similar. The show is obviously trying to push it but WHY. It isn't black & white, all or nothing like the writers are trying to portray it. Oh either Mary is cold, distant, abandons them or she stays home, bakes them cookies & wipes their snot. Where the hell does that reasoning come from? Who even thinks it's reasonable to think that's what Dean would want? It's one of the more asinine things these writers have done & that's on a list of a LOT of competition. They're ridiculous. They're going so far 'this' way to try to show how oh so not sexist they are by having this bad ass career woman, kids be damned, & we are inclusive of the ladies but all it's doing in reality is making Mary look like a cold hearted selfish bitch. Of course she isn't just a mom. Nobody's expecting that. But she isn't even being a mom AT ALL. She's awful & the fact that the show is trying to have the narrative be in HER favor & making her sons just deal w it & see it her way & making THEM seem like the unreasonable ones (mostly Dean) is srsly sending a terrible message to the younger viewers.

Children plz, listen up, you do NOT have to love & accept your parents just bc they're your parents. If they hurt you you have every right to express that & call them out on it. If they disregard your feelings & continue to hurt you, you have every right to show them the door. Parents do NOT have the right to treat you like shit with the justification “I'm your mom/dad so I can treat you however I want & ur supposed to allow it” Blood does NOT make you family. That's complete truth. You DO need to earn that by being there for & loving someone. “They're family, they're supposed to make you miserable” IS WRONG. If 'family' truly makes you miserable it's called a toxic relationship & you need to srsly think abt whether it's worth it to keep the r/s going. If you hope it's salvageable & want to change it then go for it & try but if not then there is nothing wrong with cutting ties with blood family members. As heart breaking as it is, the truth is some of us are born to parents that are lives are better WITHOUT. Allowing them to continue to abuse you, be it mentally or physically, by brushing it off with “they're my mom/dad” can & will cause lasting damage./psych rant.

[bisexualunicorndiva]

fanfic I'm writing rn

Never Say Good-bye Chapter 1

The light flickers dark and absent when the blade is pulled from Billy’s quivering body.

“Cas, what have you done?” Confused eyes roam over Cas’ face. Billy. The new reaper. The brand new, badass, bitchy reaper with a thing out for the boys. Dead. Lights out.

Moonlight illuminates Cas’ celestial face which has a look of pure anger. “What had to be done. You know this world- this sad, doomed little world- it needs you. It needs every last Winchester it can get. And I will not let you die; I won’t let any of you die. I won’t let you sacrifice yourselves. You mean too much to me, to everything. Yeah, you made a deal; you made a stupid deal and I broke it.” Cas gives a look to Dean that almost says ‘don’t you dare question my actions.’ “Your welcome.”  Dean feels himself go cold with dread. She said there would be grave consequences if they broke the deal. It’s over.

“You can’t do stupid things just to save us! We made that deal, it was our choice!” Dean’s voice breaks, “We were already dead sitting in there.” Livid tears spill from Cas’s eyes, ignoring them he looks up at Dean. His sight is tainted red with anger.

Cas shoves Dean, growling. Sam and Mary are still in shock from the night’s events and move over to the side of the clearing, watching the two lovers argue about the other’s sacrifices. When Dean admitted to Sam the feelings he had for his best friend, it was easy for him to understand the love that his brother and the angel shared. He wasn’t shocked and he wasn’t surprised he wasn’t anything other than glad for his brother. The way Dean would sneak glances at Cas when he thought no one was watching, the amount of times Dean had forgiven Cas when he had somehow betrayed their trust, were proof that Dean would always take him back. When Dean had the mark, Cas never left him, even when Sam nearly did. That was when Sam knew it was true love. Even right now, watching them fight, their words held no spite, their relationship was nothing but pure love.

“You think the world can go on without you two? DO you really think that? Because, I know that it can’t. You have made so many mistakes and sure you have hurt some people, but you have also saved so many others!” Dean looks at the ground and Cas holds his neck, forcing him to look him in the eye. “Did you…. Did you really think that I could possibly make it without you?” Cas breaks, crumbling the ground with incoherent sobs. Sam grabs his Mom’s hand and gestures for her to follow him back to the car.

Dean kneels down on the ground, wrapping his muscled arms around his boyfriend’s quaking body. “I’m so so sorry. I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t think about how this would affect you in the long run. There was no hope of us getting out of there, we all knew that. But, when I saw your face I couldn’t even remember what those cement walls looked like anymore, all those lines I had etched in. I’ve missed you so much; you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Dean’s lips kiss Cas’ neck as he cradles his face in his shoulder. His eyes tear up as he continues to mumble different versions of “I’m so sorry” and “I love you.”

After a few minutes of sitting like this, Cas pushes Dean up and wipes the tears from his beloved’s flushed face.  Dean follows his actions, sadly smiling, kissing the tears off Cas’ face. Cas looks down, whispering “Don’t ever do that again, Dean. I wouldn’t be able to take it. Promise me.” Fresh tears sparkle in his eyes before Dean catches them with the flat of his thumb.

“I will never do that again.”

Cas grabs Dean’s hands forcefully; Dean thinks of how strange it is that Cas can make him feel the way he does. “No,” Cas growls. “Promise me. Promise me you will never put your life on the line like that ever again.” Dean notices the how much Cas’ voice is shaking with every word and gulps back tears. “Promise me you will never willingly leave me.” Cas hiccups, “Promise me you will never say good-bye.”

Dean gently pushes his lips to Cas’ in a sweet kiss, and licks his way into the angel’s mouth. Their tongues gently dance together for a brief moment until Dean pulls back, his green eyes shining in the dark scenery. Leaning in, he presses one last chaste kiss to the corner of the angel’s pink lips, “I promise, Castiel. Can we go home now?” Cas grins and holds Dean’s calloused hands while pulling his body from the grass covered ground.

The angel’s face visibly brightens with excitement, quickly forgetting his former frustration. “I’m taking you home.” It suddenly dawns on Cas, ‘Dean is back, I can take him home. We can sleep together, holding each other tightly as we dream. I can wake up and feel his weight pressed up against me. Dean Winchester has been saved.’

There will be more I'm taking forever ik to finish the second chapter but I have had so many ideas and I just CANT decide which one is best lmao. so if u like it then just thank u so much for reading my fandom ramblings haha love yal <3