#off screen samwitch

[goldenraeofsun]

All For You Part 2

A sequel to this one shot!

After the Angel and Renegade team up, it’s like the floodgates open wide for the Superhero draft. Queen of Moons joins the good fight. Blonde Blade jumps out of the woodwork. Vampirate, the Prophet, Rowena – no superhero name, no last name either. 

Cas bemusedly supervises as Dean fulfills his longtime dream of his own superhero lair. Sam just shakes his head.

Queen of Moons, the techie of the group, outfits them with state-of-the-art computers and cloaking.

Blonde Blade, their unofficial armorer, provides all the practice gear they could need to spar and hone their skills. She also wipes their asses with everything from bo staffs to pool noodles.

Rowena conjures several bottles of booze that never seem to run out. Vampirate supplies 18th century glassware.

All in all, a good setup in Dean’s book. They have a place to drink, commiserate, and party. Somewhere away from the nightmare city they’ve all chosen to live in and occasionally save from total annihilation. 

Sam strikes up a thing with Rowena (that Dean heartily and vocally disapproves of) and starts hanging around more regularly, and the ’Gade Cave really becomes Dean’s second home. 

“Alright,” Blonde Blade says as the late night news report replays footage of their latest fight with Crossroads. “Next time I see Crowley, I’m gonna punch him right in his smug little face.”

“Not if I get there first,” Renegade says cheerfully, raising his beer. Around the table, a few others raise their drinks.

The Angel just glowers from his chair, his glowing eyes narrowed into slits.

The Prophet, who volunteered to record the battle debrief, the freak, shakes his head from behind his computer screen. “I told you going for his left flank was a mistake.”

Renegade protests, “I saw an opening and I took it!”

“I saw you seeing it, and I told you it would be a bad idea,” the Prophet says darkly. “But does anybody ever listen to the guy at HQ?”

“Dearie, you have to speak up more,” Rowena titters, lounging in her chair like a throne. In one hand, she delicately holds a glass of scotch, her wide bell sleeves pooled around her elbow, showing off a pale, slender forearm.

The Prophet rolls his eyes. “Cassandra never had it this bad,” he mutters.

“She had none of your charm,” Rowena assures him. “Nobody listened to her because she was an annoying Trojan twit, not because of some blasted prophecy.”

“Thanks,” the Prophet says sourly.

“Renegade will listen to you next time,” the Angel assures the Prophet.

“Renegade will probably listen to you,” Renegade corrects as the Angel turns his laser glare on him.

But that’s the trouble with the Prophet’s visions. For a guy who’s made a superhero career of seeing the future, he’s pretty shitty at it. The last time Renegade acted on one of his tips, they found the right safehouse, but the Prophet neglected to warn them about the fifty bajillion booby traps guarding the place. Vampirate nearly got his leg clean blown off, and the Angel came home unfortunately singed around the feathers.

“Change the channel to something else, chief,” Vampirate says wearily. “We were all there. We saw what went down.”

Queen of Moons eagerly snatches the remote out of Renegade’s slack grip. “On it!” she chirps as she flips through shows at the speed of light.

Blonde Blade grins. “Hey, wait!”

Queen of Moons wrinkles her nose, the fabric of her domino mask scrunching up. “Seriously?” she asks as she presses the back button.

On the screen, a celebrity gossip piece transitions into some fashion police segment.

“It’s a guilty pleasure,” Blonde Blade sniffs.

“Dude,” Renegade frowns.

“Don’t dude me,” Blonde Blade says as she points the remote, weapon-like, in his face. 

As she could no doubt kill him with it in under five minutes, Renegade holds up his hands in a gesture of surrender. He’s man enough to admit it. 

Blonde Blade smirks. “I saw you watching Dr. Sexy last week – you’ve got no room to judge, Tin Can Man.”

Renegade cuts off his retort as the TV host says, “Dean Winchester, of course, always looking stunning –”

Internally, Renegade groans. He averts his gaze from his own smiling face.

“ – in Georgio Armani at the International Otter Adoption Charity gala.”

“Armani, really?” the co-host asks playfully as Renegade scowls behind his helmet.

The host turns to her, his expression aghast. “Yes, Armani. You don’t believe he looks absolutely good enough to eat? Really, Alicia?”

Alicia shrugs. “Armani suits are flashy without actually being flashy. They’re the epitome of the safe option.”

“I don’t know how we’re related,” the host says with a sad shake of his head. “Fine, since Dean doesn’t satisfy, how about his husband? How does Castiel Winchester rank in Christian Siriano?” 

A picture flashes on screen, of Cas looking handsome as fuck on the red carpet. 

“It’s a bit much for me,” the host continues.

Alicia rolls her eyes. “I love it. The cape is so whimsical, and there’s actually a light feather pattern on the inside, a beautiful detail. And while the cape might be a bold choice, the suit itself is pretty tame. Balance, you know?”

The Angel rustles in his seat, adjusting his posture to anybody but Dean, who knows Cas is secretly pleased as fruit fucking punch. The son of a bitch.

“It’s growing on me,” Max admits. “However, I will never forgive Garth Fitzgerald for his crimes against fashion. Did he borrow that hat from Bjork?”

“Bess looks amazing, though.”

“Alright,” Blonde Blade says over Max’s noises of agreement, “Fuck, marry, kill. Dean Winchester, Garth Fitzgerald, and, I dunno,” she taps her chin in thought, “Meg Masters.”

Dean slumps over in his chair. Jesus Christ, just kill him now.

The Angel chokes on nothing and just barely manages to turn his ugly hacks of shock into a polite cough.

Renegade glares at him.

Blonde Blade starts, “Me –” 

God, she’d better choose to kill him. 

“– I’d fuck Dean, marry Garth, and kill Meg.”

“But Garth and Bess are so adorable,” Queen of Moons objects. “You’d want to homewreck that?”

“Garth has so much love in his blessed little southern heart,” Blonde Blade says, grinning, “I bet there’s room for one more. And all the gossip says Dean’s great in the sack.”

The Angel’s mouth purses, in a way that better fucking be agreement. Under the table, Renegade kicks him to stay silent.

“Seriously, have you seen his –”

Renegade interrupts loudly, “Does anyone want another round?”

The Angel stands up without a word and pointedly walks in the direction of the kitchen. Coward.

Blonde Blade asks, “How about you, Queenie?”

“I’d fuck Meg, obviously,” Queen of Moons says, tossing her long red hair behind her shoulder. “Penises give me anxiety in the bedroom.”

Vampirate snorts.

Queen of Moons continues, “I’d probably marry –”

Garth fucking Fitzgerald, for the love of all that is holy, say Garth.

“– Dean, and kill Garth.”

Shit.

Eyes sparkling, Queen of Moons cheerfully explains, “It’d be a lavender marriage, of course, but if I even got half of his fortune, I’d dump a boatload cash on every queer charity in the city, rescue all the goddamn orphans – Batman style, you know – and, just for the fun of it, sue the pants off Dick Roman.”

Actually, that’s not such a bad idea. If only Cas wouldn’t smite her into a soot stain for trying to put a ring on it.

Well, not every orphan. A couple, definitely, if Cas was up for it. And probably once they retired from the whole death-defying-side-gig thing.

“Kill Garth, really?” Blonde Blade asks, eyebrows raised.

“He has a quarter of Dean’s net worth,” Queen of Moons says, frowning. “I’d make it quick and painless, though.” She looks up as The Angel returns, a full glass of whiskey in hand, complete with a neon blue crazy straw. “How about you, Angel?”

“We’re still playing this game?” the Angel asks in a bored voice as he sets the drink in front of Renegade.

Dean mutinously picks up the glass and sucks at the straw. If Cas really cared about him, he’d fly Dean straight to Bora Bora instead of making him a stupid drink.

“Me,” Rowena chimes in, uninvited, as she usually does, “I’d fuck Dean, marry Meg, and kill Garth.”

Renegade’s mouth falls open. “But you’re - you’re already banging his brother!” He gives a full-body shudder of revulsion.

“And while he’s quite,” Rowena pauses as Dean resists the urge to barf, “ adept in the bedroom, who hasn’t dreamed of being in the middle of two strapping young men?”

If Dean could drown himself in his drink, he would. But Cas only filled it with two fingers worth, and his badass superhero helmet would get in the way.

“Uh, me?” Queen of Moons says, pointing at herself. “Although, I have seen very cute pictures of him and his husband. He seems like an A+ cuddler. I wouldn’t mind being in the middle of that G-rated sandwich.”

The Angel barely muffles his laugh behind his hand, and Dean barely refrains from punching said husband right in his glowy face.

Blonde Blade turns to him eagerly. “Alright, angel cake, what’re your two cents?”

The Angel glances ever so briefly at Renegade, and Dean’s stomach sinks. He’d better not say he’d rather fuck Meg.

“If you must know,” he says in a long-suffering voice, “I would fuck Dean –”

Thank god.

“ – marry Dean, and kill Meg.”

Well, that’s not exactly unexpected. It’s almost sweet. Trust Cas to stick to honesty even now.

Blonde Blade narrows her eyes. “That’s not how you play this game.”

“That is my answer.”

Blonde Blade sighs. “You can’t marry and fuck Dean Winchester.”

The Angel’s eyebrows fly up his forehead. “I believe that’s what most marriages entail, actually.”

Vampirate snorts. “He’s got you there, Blondie.”

“Fine,” Blonde Blade throws her hands in the air and turns to Renegade. “You’ve been suspiciously silent, Iron Can.”

“I don’t want to play this game.”

Blonde Blade stares at him with legitimate shock. “Since when?”

“Since always.”

Eyebrows rising in disbelief, she continues, “Alright, since someone’s canned goods have clearly been contaminated with botulism, how about you, VP?”

Vampirate leans back in his chair, contemplating the question. “Fuck Meg, marry Garth, and kill Dean.”

Finally. At least Dean has one decent friend among this bunch. Really, is it so hard to find a single person here who doesn’t want to fuck his brains out or bind him in holy matrimony?

“Seriously?” Blonde Blade says, disappointed.

“I like morally gray brunettes,” Vampirate says with a shrug. “And I know Garth can appreciate a good old fashioned bourbon pecan pie –”

“So can Dean,” the Angel says sharply.

Renegade turns to him, surprised to see the actual anger gathering in the set of his mouth and squint of his eyes. 

Queen of Moons blinks. “Woah.”

“Someone struck a nerve, it seems?” Rowena titters.

“Oh my god,” Blonde Blade gasps, “do you have a crush on Dean Winchester?”

The Angel swallows, his gaze darting around the table, lingering half a second too long on Renegade. “Of course I do,” he says.

Dean closes his eyes in horror.

“He’s one of the most upstanding members of society,” the Angel starts, and this is so much worse than Dean pictured. “He regularly gives to charity. He supports grassroots politics. He cares enormously for this city, a city that chooses to pick apart his fashion choices and resurface his teenage antics instead of extolling his many virtues.”

“Cas,” Dean murmurs, so quietly only the Angel would pick up on it, “Shut your goddamn pie hole.”

He feels more than sees Cas roll his eyes, since Cas’s entire eye socket shines brightly with his inner light. Like a lava lamp turned up to eleven.

Vampirate whistles. “I wonder if Dean knows he has a secret superhero admirer.”

Dean scowls. Yes, he very much does know this.

The Angel’s wings flutter in anticipation. “And you all are just talking about him,” his voice lowers dangerously, “like he’s a piece of meat or simply a bank account to do what you will, like he has no mind of his own –”

“Fine,” Renegade interrupts, slamming his fist down on the table. The glasses all rattle. “Fuck Garth. Marry Meg. Kill Dean. Happy? Can we please change the subject?”

“You’d kill Dean as well?” the Angel asks, in a stupidly wounded sort of voice.

Dean’s gonna kill him too if he keeps this up.

The Angel’s wings puff up like an angry emu. “But he –”

“You son of a bitch,” Dean yanks his helmet off to yell at Cas properly. “It’s just a stupid game, alright? I know what everyone thinks of me. That’s on purpose, dumbass. It’s so nobody puts two-and-two together and gets one super secret superhero identity. Like I’ve told you a million goddamn times, it doesn’t matter. People are gonna talk no matter what you do.”

Silence reigns.

Rowena is the first to recover. She nearly doubles over in her seat, cackling like the witch she is.

“What the fuck,” Blonde Blade murmurs as Queen of Moons goes white as a sheet.

Vampirate says nothing, but his gaze ping pongs from Dean to the Angel and back again, calculating.

“You’re Dean Winchester,” The Prophet screeches. “You - you paid for my college scholarship!”

Dean just sighs and slumps back in his seat. Wordlessly, he picks up his glass and drains it.

The second silence is even more deafening than the first.

“Well, isn’t this awkward,” Rowena says unhelpfully, like she didn’t suggest a threesome with him and his brother ten minutes ago.

Dean ignores her.

“You didn’t have to do that, Dean,” the Angel tells him quietly.

He shrugs. “I was planning on it anyway. Just… not right now.”

“I’ll say,” Rowena says in carrying undertone as she glances between them curiously. “You knew about him?” she asks the Angel.

He gives a single clipped nod.

Vampirate drawls, “It would be hard to keep a secret like that from one’s spouse.”

Smiling slightly, Dean toasts him with his empty glass. He always liked Vampirate best – after the Angel, of course.

With this brand-spanking new revelation, the Prophet looks like he’s about to faint. “So you’re…” he drifts off, apparently unable to finish his sentence.

Queen of Moons turns to him, her expression quizzical. “You didn’t see this one coming?”

“Maybe I actually suck at this,” the Prophet says, horrified.

[idreamofplaid]

Christmas Future

Square Filled: Shotgunning

Characters: Dean x Reader; Sam; Charlie; Jim (OMC); Rowena mentioned

Rating: Mature

Summary: Dean has reached a point in his life where something has to change.

Word Count: 2349

Created for @spnkinkbingo 

A/N: This is Part 3 of Dean’s Christmas Carol. Read Christmas Past and Christmas Present.

Sam found Dean in his cave drinking beer and watching a horror movie. His brother didn’t look up or acknowledge him; he just kept looking at the carnage on the screen. Sam surveyed the room. From the looks of it, Dean had somehow managed to find some takeout pizza on Christmas Day, and he was well into a six pack of beer. 

Sam knew he had to say something because Dean wasn’t going to talk unless prodded into it. “Ever think about trying It’s a Wonderful Life?”

Dean’s eyes were still glued to the screen as he replied. “What?”

“You know, the classic movies. It’s a Wonderful Life. Miracle on 34th Street.” Sam decided to use a different tactic. “Or, you could start with something like The Santa Clause or Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.” 

Dean clicked off the remote and threw it on the coffee table. “There’s no such thing as flying reindeer, Sammy.” He leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the table. “At least that’s one thing we don’t have to deal with.”

Sam sat down in the recliner across from Dean. He knew he needed to choose his words carefully when Dean was in a mood like this. “You ever think about having Christmas? I mean really having it? Maybe we could put up a tree in here next year, some lights, make a turkey?”

Dean side eyed his brother. “You don’t have turkey for Christmas. You have ham.”

“Okay, ham then. But let’s really do it.” Sam finished his pitch with an earnest expression that had over the years been very successful when it came to persuading Dean to his way of thinking, but it wasn’t so effective this time.

Dean had rested his beer bottle on the chair arm; he took a swig of it now. “What’s gotten into you? Why are you holiday boy all of a sudden? You’ve never liked Halloween, Christmas, any of it.”

Sam shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I just feel different about it, I guess.”

Dean put his feet down and sat up. “Is it Rowena? Is it being with her that makes you want to have Christmas?” Dean cocked his head, thinking. “Do witches even have Christmas?”

“No. They celebrate Yule. Lots of the same traditions. Like the tree.” Sam’s voice was filled with the same enthusiasm he had for lore. 

“Alright, Samwitch. You go ahead and have your Yule tree. Knock yourself out.” Dean flipped open the lid of the pizza box and fished out a discarded crust. He sat back in his chair and knawed off a bite. Sam was quiet. He had given up, at least temporarily. 

Sam made a motion to get up and leave, but Dean stopped him. “Sam, can I ask you something?”

Sam settled back in his seat. “Sure. What is it?”

“Has Rowena changed you? I mean, being with her. Is that why you want Christmas and holidays all of a sudden?”

Sam tilted his head, causing his hair to flip. “Maybe. It...does change how you look at things. Having somebody.”

“Are you going back to her place tonight?” Dean dropped the still uneaten pizza crust back in the box. 

The grin on Sam’s face was so genuine it might have been contagious if Dean had been in a different state of mind. “Yeah. We’re going to make eggnog and burn a yule log.”

“Good for you, little brother. Just make sure she doesn’t put a spell on the eggnog. Or, hell, let her if it makes you happy.” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Sam, Rowena, and the sex spell. There’s a Christmas classic for you.”

Sam pursed his lips together. “Seriously, Dean?”

Dean called after his brother as he left, “You’d like it, and you know it.”

Once Sam was gone, Dean picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV but put it down again before pressing the button. He sighed deeply, leaned back into the recliner, crossed his arms and closed his eyes. 

Only a couple of seconds passed before Dean felt someone punch his arm. “No falling asleep. Do that, and you’ll try to tell yourself this was a dream again.”

Dean opened his eyes. This had been a crazy twenty-four hours, even by his standards. Charlie stood in front of him, looking every bit the way she had in life. Dean smiled at the sight of her. “Hey, kid.”  He stood up and hugged Charlie, bringing her close to him. 

“Hey back.” Charlie’s eyes were alight as she took in everything that was the Dean Cave; the bar, the big screen TV, the foosball table. “This place is awesome.” She ran to the foosball table and twisted a couple of the knobs. 

Dean watched her fondly, bit his bottom lip, and let her play for a minute before he said anything. “You didn’t come here to play foosball.”

“You were expecting me?” Her tone had noticeably changed from her earlier excitement. 

“You...or somebody. I wasn’t sure, but I knew someone would come. Sam just thinks I don’t know Christmas movies.” 

Charlie put her hand on Dean’s arm. “Then you know what I’m here about.”

Dean licked his lips and looked away. “The future. You’re going to show me the future.” He dragged his free hand down over his mouth. “Not sure I want to see it.” He looked back at Charlie; sympathy filled her eyes. “I’ve gotten through this life not thinking about the future. Just taking it one day at a time, you know? Guys like me don’t tend to have a future.”

Charlie’s hand was still on his arm, and she squeezed it now. “It doesn’t have to be that way, Dean. You could have a future. It’s up to you. The choices you make can change things.”

“What are you going to show me?” Dean could feel tears pricking at the back of his eyes. This Christmas had been a storm of emotions for him. “At least let me see that Sammy’s happy.”

Charlie smiled sadly. “This isn’t about Sam.”

She squeezed Dean’s arm harder, and they arrived at their destination. It was the same street Bobby had taken him to last night. The quaint black lantern street lamps had been replaced with a more modern version. Dean turned, knowing what he would see. 

The Coffee Nook was in front of him. It had changed too. The hand painted sign that once hung over the door had been replaced by one clearly made by a graphic design company, and the lights in the front windows were no longer the large vintage multicolored bulbs that Y/N loved so much. They had been replaced by the more typical small white lights that could be used year round. Dean didn’t wait for his ghostly escort this time. He knew Y/N was on the other side of that door, and he badly wanted to see her again. 

Y/N was standing next to a gingerbread house display on the counter, pouring herself a cup of coffee. Did she make the house? Dean always imagined her doing things like that, the kind of things that made any day or any event more special; and she had always been so creative. He loved that about her. Once, for a while, he had convinced himself that a free spirit like her could accept the truth about him and what he did. 

She brought her cup of coffee to the same table by the fireplace where he had sat all those years ago on the night she had first asked him to spend the night with her. After that, it had been their table. They sat there together when Dean came into town between hunts, and he had done that whenever he could, no matter how many hundreds or even thousands of miles he’d had to drive to see her. 

They’d laughed together, and he’d fallen in love with her listening to her share her dreams for the future with him. She had made him try coffee flavored with caramel, vanilla, chocolate, and sometimes all three. Dean happily drank whatever new concoction she had invented for the menu. During those conversations, he had started to reveal parts of himself to her; but he never told her his big hunting secret. 

He never got the chance to know if they could have shared something lasting together. An angry vampire had followed him back to the little town where she lived after Dean wiped out the rest of his nest. Dean decided then he had to stay away from her out of fear of what else he might bring to her doorstep. After what happened to Jess, Dean knew he had made the right decision; and he had lived with it all this time.

The years had gone by, and her face had changed; but she was every bit as beautiful as she had been then. Dean sat down across from her. He reached for her hand, but he couldn’t feel her. That didn’t stop him from remembering just how soft her skin had been and how it felt to hold her. Maybe he couldn’t feel her, but he could look at her. 

She reached into her pocket and brought out a lighter. Y/N put a joint to her mouth and lit it. Closing her eyes, she took a deep drag from it. Dean’s eyes got wide, and he reached for her again. “Y/N?”

Charlie had been discreetly standing across the room until now. Dean turned to her. “What is she doing? Y/N never smoked anything, much less marijuana.” 

Charlie came and stood by the table. “She does now. A lot has changed since you knew her, Dean.” Dean turned back to the woman he’d left behind and watched as she partially stood so she could reach up to the mantel over the fireplace. She brought down a reindeer figurine and put it on the table in front of her. It was made out of wood and painted red with a holly wreath hanging around its neck. It was just the artsy kind of thing Y/N loved. 

Dean’s lips parted in recognition. He had given it to her the first, and only, Christmas they were together. They spent that entire day making smores over an open fire, listening to Christmas songs on the radio, and having the kind of sex that blurred the edges between sex and making love. 

Y/N rubbed her fingers gently over the little deer. A tear slipped down her cheek, and she wiped it away. Then she placed the little reindeer back on the mantelpiece. Y/N spent a few seconds staring through Dean at what she thought was an empty chair before she dug into her pocket again.

She dropped her cell phone on the table and contemplated it while she finished the joint she was smoking. Immediately, she lit another. Then she picked up her phone and started swiping. Y/N found what she was looking for and hit the speed dial button. “Jim, hey. How was your Christmas? You take the kids back to their mom?” A couple of minutes of small talk followed; then she asked, “You want to come over tonight?”

Dean spent the next few minutes until Jim arrived looking up at the reindeer he’d given her and watching Y/N pour whiskey in her coffee while she continued to smoke. Charlie had hovered nearby since Dean had spoken to her, and now he turned to her again. “Why is she drinking on Christmas, getting high, and making booty calls?”

Charlie’s response silenced him. “Why shouldn’t she Dean? You do it.” Charlie observed his pained expression and softened her voice a little. “Most of it anyway.”

Dean disliked Jim on sight. Maybe he should have given the guy a chance. Maybe Jim could give Y/N something he couldn’t. Maybe he could make her happy. But Dean knew how to read situations, and nothing that was going on here was based on happiness. 

When Jim lifted Y/N onto the counter and put his hands on her ass, Dean attempted to tackle him but went straight through the counter to the other side instead. He tried more words that Y/N couldn’t hear. “Y/N, you don’t want this. You’re too good for this guy. Why didn’t he spend Christmas with you? You deserve more than this. Y/N?!”

Y/N passed him her joint and draped herself on him then she blew smoke from her mouth into his. Jim took a few puffs of his own then he kissed her, and his hands roamed over her body. She looked at him seductively and wiggled when he pushed a hand beneath her shirt. “You’re anxious tonight.”

Dean turned his head and pleaded with Charlie, “Don’t make me watch this. Please. I can’t.”

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Mercifully, when Dean opened his eyes they were back in the bunker. He grabbed the back of his recliner and leaned on it. “Is that her life? Was that real?”

“Not yet. What you saw is the future. Right now, she’s still trying to have a relationship, meet a nice guy, but it’s not going to work.” 

Dean stood; there was a touch of hope in his voice. “How do you know? Any man would be lucky to have her, to give her the world.”

Charlie sighed. “You don’t get it, Dean. They try, but they can’t. None of them can give her what she wants because they aren’t you.” Charlie paused to let this sink in. “Eventually, she’s going to give up. She’s going to give up and settle for the occasional hookup.”

Dean walked slowly around his chair, and sat down in it heavily. “She can’t do that. Y/N should have kids. She should be making those candy houses for them. She’s supposed to have a home and someone to love her. I left her so she would be safe and loved. Why, Charlie?” There was no answer. Charlie was gone.

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[orionsangel86]

“I Think It’s Time For Me To Move On”

...And Other Things That Have Destroyed Me This Weekend...

So there is this common trope within love stories which generally happens at the end of the second act in which everything goes wrong and we all think that the lovers are doomed to failure. Its pretty much standard in every Jane Austen novel, every romantic film every made, every single bloody love story. Go ahead, name one. I guarantee you the break up moment is there.

Within the epic love story of Dean and Cas, there have been many break up moments, and all have had their emotionally devastating impact on the relationship and the show...

But THIS was a different level. 

(For a nice summary of Destiel break up moments and understanding of this trope, @tinkdw​ wrote about it here.)

I didn’t think that there would be another moment within Dean and Cas’s relationship that could hit me this hard. The mixtape in 12x19, the wrapping of Cas’s body in 13x01, and the return of Cas in 13x05 are moments that I consider to be the very top of the scale in making this pairing undeniably romantic. Moments that pushed it beyond a platonic interpretation. These three moments have been the things I cling to when the show has otherwise made me doubt any conclusion to the DeanCas story, and since there hasn’t been another one of those moments since 13x05, until now I have been somewhat nervous that the story was dropped, or being forced back behind a platonic screen. 

15x03 has ripped that screen away. 

Emotional meta under cut...

This entire episode was an emotion fuelled dramatic roller-coaster that killed off three characters including our beloved witch queen in a scene that almost stole the show and practically canonised the SamWitch ship. Rowena’s death should have been by far the most torturous moment for viewers to endure, and it was extremely torturous and had me sobbing on a plane 3 hours into a 7 hour flight. That incredibly heartfelt moment between Sam and Rowena will probably go down as one of the top tear-jerking moments on this show. It was tragic in the best way - the way Supernatural is famous for.

But lets not gloss over the fact that in an episode where THAT should have been the climax, where THAT should have been the emotional highlight and end point, instead we get a further MORE dramatic stand off between Dean and Cas that pulled focus and ripped all of our hearts out just as violently as poor Ketch in the first act (a very clever and smug piece of meta foreshadowing there Mr Berens).

On a meta level, this is HUGE as a writing choice because they MUST know how this looks. This was the climax of the third episode of the finale season. The way Supernatural has always structured itself since Carver era is that the first three mytharc episodes of each season establish the direction of the story and set the foundations for the character level focal points and dramatic key notes to come. 

That the writers have chosen to end the foundation episodes with a DeanCas break up moment that was more dramatic than a Spanish Telenovela has just stunned me and left me reeling because I just can’t see how else this can go. This break up scene absolutely DEMANDS a huge reconciliation of the sort that will be part of the A plot of the season - the FINAL SEASON. Guys. Part of the reason I have been so quiet and so disillusioned with the show during late season 13 and season 14 was because they pushed any Destiel plot into non existent territory - it became kinda irrelevant and Dean and Cas just acted like friends (homoerotic friends yes, and sometimes like an old married couple, but it was mostly played as an afterthought imo), so for this to suddenly be brought to the forefront of the emotional story again is excellent news for us. 

The thing is, like with those huge moments I listed above, the break up scene is basically undeniably romantic when you break it down to its components:

1. It’s only Dean and Cas. 

Once again we have another scene of high stake emotions that excludes Sam. In a platonic reading of the show, it makes zero sense for there to be such a hugely disjointed relationship between Cas and Dean and Cas and Sam given he has known them both for so long now that if they were all “just friends” then surely Sam would also feel the impact of Cas’s choices as heavily as Dean. In a platonic reading, Dean comes across as an asshole, Sam comes across as being weirdly uncaring about his friend of 10 years, and Cas comes across as not even bothering to get Sam’s opinion before leaving. A romantic reading makes sense because quite literally THIS IS A ROMANTIC BREAK UP.

2. The words spoken. 

“Well I don’t think there is anything left to say.”

“I think it’s time for me to move on”

From Cas’s perspective at least, name one time in a piece of media where such language has been used for a platonic breakup sincerely? There have been heartfelt break up songs that use these exact words. (I should know I’ve spent the last 24 hours listening to them all).

That last line in particular is so heavy. It’s the last line of the episode and nothing about it is platonic. This is relationship terminology my dudes. “I need to move on, and get over you.” This is Cas’s bloody Adele song. My heart breaks for him, but if I was his sassy and fabulous best girlfriend right now I’d be sitting him down, sipping a cocktail, flipping my hair and telling him “Babe, you’re too good for him. Good Riddance. Let’s go out, have some cocktails, something pink and fruity. No dive bars for us darling. I’ll take you to Heaven... the fun one in London.”

In all seriousness though, from Cas’s perspective, this was him admitting defeat and giving up the fight for love. How anyone can possibly say Cas isn’t in love with Dean after this, well I just don’t know what show you are watching. This is the face of a heartbroken man who has just accepted that his love is unrequited. 

3. The many faces of Dean Winchester

On the other end of the scale, Dean was mostly silent after his poisonous words “And why does that something always seem to be you?”

Forgive the terrible gif quality I’ve no time for fancy gif work!

Look at his face here. He knows what he said was fucked up and he immediately regrets it. The way he swallows around that regret and then turns away.

and after Cas says that devastating final line and walks away? We get THIS reaction from him:

The jaw clench as he looks down. The sorrow on his face as he realises he has well and truly fucked this up. LOOK

Finally, he looks up, makes himself look up and watch Cas leave. If that isn’t the face of a broken man I dunno what to tell you. Anyone who thinks Dean is totally heartless and uncaring right now needs to reassess because this is NOT the face of someone uncaring. This is the face of someone who has just lost everything. Again. 

4. The FUCKING MUSIC

Seriously. The sweeping heavy drama of the low strings that come in right after Dean says that horrid line, that carry the weight of the look of horror and heartbreak on Cas’s face as they amplify the emotion there. As they blend seamlessly into the slow and subtle version of the Winchester family theme behind Cas’s heartbreaking speech and Dean’s stubborn stoic face hiding a multitude of emotion, until the violin dominates as Cas says “I think it’s time for me to move on” and the Winchester Theme swells to its climax, ripping all our hearts out just like poor Ketch as Dean watches Cas walk out of his life surrounded by darkness. 

I MEAN.

A friend on Twitter reminded us all of this point about the importance of this theme via @justanotheridijiton​ here which is essentially:

“The Winchester theme is not simply an aural marker to let the audience know when and how Sam and Dean love each other (any Supernatural fan knows that is the baseline of their relationship), but to provide narrative information, especially when the image and dialogue are incomplete or inconsistent with the true situation...  Seasoned fans will recognize the theme and its history of being paired with images indicating deep emotional bonding and a desire to do the right thing by the Winchester code. Here we trust our ears over our eyes to reveal the truth.”

So here is yet another key indicator that any surface read that this is actually an ending between Dean and Cas and that Dean really is just an angry asshole is utter bullshit. 

Honestly, this was PAINFUL, but it was painful in the best way. It was 13x01 levels of pain, but this time it was Cas choosing to walk away which makes all the difference. Dean’s greatest fear isn’t his loved ones dying on him after all, but of his loved ones choosing to leave him. This was exactly the kick up the ass Dean needs in order to win Cas back, classic love trope style. 

Hence my excitement at what is to come. Yes we won’t see Cas again until 15x06, but in the meantime I fully expect a good helping of angst and wallowing from a depressed Dean who has to deal with the fact that he has just lost the love of his life and it is all his fault. That he just pushed away the one person who promised they would always stay by his side. That has got to hurt. 

So yeah, this episode emotionally destroyed me, and I’ve only really covered the primary reason, let alone all my feels over SamWitch, Rowena’s death, Belphegor’s taunting of Cas over his deepest fears and then having to suffer through smiting a creature wearing the face of his son until his body was nothing but a burnt corpse... I wonder if Bobo had a bet going in the office over how much he could hurt us all? He was certainly enjoying scrolling through the Supernatural tag on Twitter and liking everyone’s reaction tweets including some brilliant Destiel related ones. I do love Bobo. Our Angst Goblin King. 

If anyone had asked me a few weeks ago what my thoughts were on the chances of getting explicit canon Destiel by series end, I would have said somewhere in the realms of 30-40%, considering it a battle of wills between DabbBerens and CW studio execs who I still feel are against it in general. I would have considered everything that happened after 13x06 as the writers getting a big NO on Destiel from the network and therefore having to pull back on any Destiel related plot points (purely my own speculation on BTS matters of course).

Now I am wondering if Dabb kept fighting the network? If he managed to wear them down into begrudging acceptance? I’m currently up to around an 80% chance of textual canon DeanCas if we continue on this path. If Dean is clearly shown to be mourning and hating himself over Cas next episode, and if this DeanCas dramatic plot line continues to be a focal point of the emotional story arcs... well...

I’m side eyeing 15x07 a lot right now. Only in my wildest dreams would I think that they might actually introduce an old boyfriend for Dean in a “coming out” episode, but the placement, timing, and potential is all there and I’m kind of once again donning the clown mask because I’m just in awe at everything that they are doing. I guess we’ll find out soon enough. In the meantime, I’m gonna paint my face in red and white and wear my rainbow wig and listen to break up songs on Spotify whilst trying to shove my heart back into my chest where Bobo Beren’s gleefully ripped it out with his hands like the demonic angst goblin he is. Wish me luck, I’m not sure I’m gonna get through this season with my emotions intact.