#retired cas

[valeron99]

Quiet birthday morning.

[theheartchoice]

#literally just retired dean and cas facetiming while cas finds sheep on his run and dean jokes he'll wanna keep them#but cas is like: no dean these sheep are nefarious they can't be trusted and dean is like: ???? *this is the weirdo i love* :3 @found--family

I feel I deserved this Jensen and Misha content today.

[orbitsuns]

oh anya you deserved so much better

[citrlet]

a girl, her grandma, little half-sister, and boyfriend

[singulariitysims]

[aleriya-darling]

retired Dean and Cas where Cas is obsessed with tiktok and keeps making references that Dean doesn't get so he can then turn around and say "oh, you didn't understand that reference? how frustrating that must be"

and then he turns around to his garden and sings "Goodmorning pineapple, looking very good and very nice"

while Dean stares at him and mumbles "but, there's no pineapple?"

[kazuaru]

Nathan & Sofia's divorced parents (Maria & Scott).

[shallowseeker]

Dean being hopelessly turned on by Cas's classic, full-cut, cotton, white old-man boxers will never not be funny to me

[sasanka-27]

Based on my fic where Dean mentions he owns a Cas body pillow (gifted by Sam) because you know SPN is canon in Supernatural hehehe

[smollkittykat]

Cas laughs, soft and gentle as he rolls the spliff calmly. His gaze shifts from his hands to Dean in tandem, trying to show the Winchester that he was still paying attention.

At first Dean wasn't a big fan of Cas' newer habit. The smell reminded him of high school bleachers and the outside of clubs it's insides he has last seen 20 years ago.

Also he felt protective of Cas, a different 2014 where Cas would slowly fade away to addiction echoing uncomfortably in Dean's mind, The first few weeks he saw Cas rolling or smoking.

But he's deconstructing that train of thought, slowly but steadily.

Because Dean had been a raging alcoholic for most of his life and Cas was an ancient being who could make his own decisions.

Also, Cas says it helps. Helps with the pain in his wings caused by his tattered wings, with the quiet of angel radio and with tickling this soft laugh out of Castiel's throat when he tells hunting stories.

[sueladyfinds]

GLOSSARI |💎LOST GEM💎 One Post Collection

Found some lost gems. All official links are dead but Patreon is still up and those goodies are still free to grab.

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You know the drill, go and snatch those goodies. 🥰

[drulalovescas]

Retired Dean Winchester owns that place

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

PB Exchange Round 11 @profoundnet

For @cat-hesarose ❤️💙💚💛

Title: A Day in the Apple Pie Life

Pairing: Destiel

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Benny Lafitte, OMC Tony (discussed)

Word Count: 978

Warnings: None

Betaed by: Rachel

Tags: Jack is God, Jack is a preschooler, Archangel Castiel, Retired Hunter Dean Winchester, Married Castiel and Dean Winchester, Retired Hunter Castiel, Canon Divergent, Post 15x19 fix-it sort of, Castiel was Rescued From the Empty, Benny was freed from Purgatory, Established Castiel and Dean Winchester, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Vampire Benny Lafitte, Mechanic Benny Lafitte, kid fic, dadstiel, pb exchange round 11 space theme, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Jack Kline’s Parents

Summary: A day in the life of Cas and Dean with their son, Jack.

Ao3 Link

Buzz.

Buzz

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Castiel rolls over and falls on the floor with an “oof” from his lips. He grunts and gets up. He does a full body stretch, thankful that his footy pajamas are a bit big. He scratches his beard and walks to the front door trying to wake up enough to remember if he was supposed to have company or not.

He unlocks the front door and opens it, looking straight ahead then down to see his preschooler waving at the car backing out of their driveway. He pouts his lips with a quirk of a brow, then takes a step back.

Jack walks in, smiles on his face as he looks at his Dad, wipes his shoes off, and then takes them off, placing them next to the front door as usual.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” Asks Castiel, his voice still sleep rough.

“Play date, Dad. Remember? Weekend,” Jack replies as he takes off his backpack and sets it on the bench in their mudroom.

“Ah. Yes, I remember now. How was it?” Castiel closes the door and scratches his belly; the zipper always irritates him slightly if he doesn’t have an undershirt on, like today.

“It was fun! Tony has this really cool electric car you can ride in and he let me drive.” Jack adds, “Yes, we both had helmets on, Dad.”

Castiel smiles and cards his fingers through Jack’s blonde hair as he heads back to the living room.

Jack follows him and sits down on the couch next to him, grabbing the blanket his Dad left over him.

“Tired?” Castiel inquires. He grabs the tv remote and hands it to the preschooler, who is dressed in jean shorts and a blue t-shirt that matches his eyes.

Jack nods and scoots next to his father, then snuggles into Cas’ side as Jack finds a cartoon to watch.

“Should I take a look in Heaven while you rest?”

“No, Michael has it. I check in with him every few days, so if something comes up, I make sure to know,” Jack yawns the last word and rests his head on Castiel’s chest while zoning out to the tv.

The Angel wraps his arm and unseen wings around his son, kisses into his hair and takes his cell from the side table, going through messages and emails.

A few minutes pass and then Castiel hears Jack snoring. He grins and takes a selfie with him that he sends to Dean.

Meanwhile, Dean is at the shop working under the hood of a car when his pocket buzzes. He gets out from underneath and wipes his hands off before pulling it out. He grins the moment he sees the photo of Castiel in the green, hot dog footie pajamas and Jack cuddled up asleep.

He texts back: Glad to see my man and our son are having a good day. Take care of our baby. I’ll be heading home soon. Love you both!

Castiel’s blue eyes return to the tv, realizing Jack put on Scooby Doo. He leaves his phone open and waits a few minutes to see if Dean will reply.

When he reads his husband’s message, he grins and replies: Of course, Beloved. Would you mind picking up Chinese for dinner? Jack asked if we could have egg rolls for dinner. Figured we could get our usual and a few extra.

Dean: Yeah. Put in the order with 20 mins after closing for pick up.

Castiel: Will do. See you in a bit. Love you.

Dean: Love you too.

Dean’s fingers suddenly fumble with the phone, having been shouldered into by one of his best friends, Benny. Jack and Michael sorted through all the creatures in Purgatory and gave second chances to those who had not truly caused harm in their lives. Benny was the first one they brought back, of course.

“Quit it, Dean. He knows you love him. Let’s finish getting this installed.”

Dean glares at the vampire and sticks out his tongue. “You’re just upset because we are having Chinese and you don’t get to have any.”

Benny leans back and laughs, then settles before asking, “I’m okay with what I’ve got for dinner tonight. How’s Jack holding up?”

Dean shows Benny the picture of Cas and Jack.

Benny smiles wide and nods. “He’s getting big. Looks so much like his Daddy.”

Dean grins, reaching for a tool before putting his phone back in his back pocket. “That he does. That he does.”

—💙💚💛—

Jack and Castiel hear the purr of Baby’s engine pull up into the driveway and park. The preschooler runs outside to greet his Dad and help bring in food. “Dad!” yells Jack and runs right into the man’s legs, wrapping his arms around his thighs, happily. Dean puts the food bags down on his seat before picking up the blonde haired, blue eyed boy and hugging him tight.

Meanwhile, Castiel comes out and snaps his fingers, setting the food bags set on the dinner table. He catches Dean’s green eyes, smiling at his husband, and motions he’s going back.

Dean gives a slight nod and loosens his hug to look at Jack. “Hey, Bubby. How was your playdate with Tony?”

“It was so much fun. I got to drive a car but I had a helmet on.”

“I assume you mean a kid car, right? One of those battery powered cars you fit in?”

“Of course, Dad. I’m not big enough or old enough to drive.” Jack rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

Dean chuckles and sets him down. He turns around and finds the bags gone. His brow furrows, and there is a frown on his lips as he closes the door.

“Dad took them in,” replies Jack at Dean’s confusion. He holds his hand out to Dean.

Dean’s face relaxes, and he holds Jack’s hand as they walk into the house together.

Castiel changed into jeans and one of Dean’s band t-shirts. “Picnic dinner?” Castiel asks Jack.

“Yep,” the preschooler confirms with a toothy grin.

That evening Dean and Castiel set out to have a picnic outside. It was Jack’s favorite thing right now, to have “picnic dinners” as he calls them. They would eat under the stars in their backyard around their small fire pit that Dean made last summer at Jack’s behest to make s’mores all the time.

This time, Castiel snapped his fingers and created the nice blazing fire for the cool evening they were having as Dean put food on a tray, making sure to keep everything separate for Jack and on plates for Cas and Dean. Jack sat there with the cooler next to him and passed out drinks: soda or juice for him and beer for his Dads.

They dived into eating in silence as Jack’s eyes glowed gold and peered into the night sky. It was a purplish-tinted black sky with twinkling stars of yellow, red, blue, and orange. Jack, of course, knew which were stars and which were planets. He would point them out through space between bites of food. He would even tell them about galaxies and nebulas that were forming. Despite having true God powers, Jack never lost his amazement at the universe around him.

He was very lucky to have wonderful Dads who were very accepting of everything he dealt with as he balanced being God and a preschooler.

Once dinner was eaten, the three laid down on the blanket and stared up into the sky. Jack was in the middle and started explaining about constellations and their stories of cultures that have been lost to the ages. Dean and Castiel exchanged a loving look before focusing back on Jack.

[cautiously0ptimistic]

The Journey Forward

[ragsy]

i have nowhere to wear a full cosplay for any of the foreseeable future, and i have nowhere in my home to store another full cosplay build, and i have other projects that i would like to work on, and YET, there is a little bug in my brain telling me i must make a mothman cosplay immediately or else i will surely die

[artemis-73]

Suptober Day 4: Birthday

Adjusting to Earth again after so long in the Empty was a slow process for Castiel. Nearly a year back, and he still slept with a lamp on. Dean didn't mind; he'd shared motel rooms with worse, but Castiel minded.

He didn't always understand humans. He cared for them, but they were in many ways, unknowable to an angel. However, he knew that only children were afraid of the dark, and even then, it was a fear that was often mocked by others and hidden by the child themself. Castiel had never been a child, but when he woke from a nightmare and needed Dean to reassure him that the dark corners of the room were harmless, he understood them.

He hated the fear that lanced through him when he had to enter a room that was pitch black. Since the Bunker had no windows, they'd defaulted to leaving lights on all the time.

One September morning, Castiel woke up alone with the overhead light and bedside lamp still burning. He didn't have any plans for the day, so he went in search of either of the Winchesters. The creak of the Bunker's main door opening drew him into the map room. Dean was on the landing, typing quickly on his phone. When he caught sight of Cas, he beamed down from up above.

"Morning, sunshine!" He was winded, and there was a smudge of dirt on his forehead. "Do you know what today is?"

"Wednesday?"

"No. Well, yes..." Dean waved his hands. "Not the point. It's September 18th!" He said it purposefully, like it should mean something to Castiel.

After a long moment, it did. "Ah. The day you returned from hell."

"You're killing me, man," Dean groaned. "Yes, but it's also the anniversary of your first day on earth, sort of, and you know, everyone deserves a birthday, so I figured... Why not? September 18th's as good a day as any. So: happy birthday."

"Oh. Thank you, Dean. That's very thoughtful." Like it always did when Dean did something particularly kind, the remnants of Castiel's grace sang beneath his skin. If he was just a little more powerful, the lights would have flickered.

"Yeah, yeah. Birthdays mean presents, and I have a present for you."

Castiel followed Dean without question. Into the garage and into the Impala. Dean drove. On the radio, a copy of the mixtape he'd made for Castiel years before played. Between them on the bench seat, their linked hands were warm against each other.

Less than half an hour later, Dean pulled into the driveway of a squat cottage. The house looked forlorn against the backdrop of patchy grass. Weedy flowerbeds spilled onto the cracked stone walkway to the front porch.

"You wanna see the inside?" Dean asked. He was practically vibrating in the driver's seat.

"Yes?" Castiel said hesitantly. He wondered if Dean had changed his mind about retiring, if there was a haunting in the sad, little house. It was a strange birthday present, at the very least.

Dean ushered him up the creaking steps and through the front door. The interior smelled faintly of dust, though it looked like it had been recently cleaned. The windows were all open, allowing a breeze to flow through the house, bringing with it the scent of sunshine and greenery.

The house was open; from the front door, Castiel could see across the living room, through the kitchen, and out the glass pane in the back door to the yard beyond.

The only pieces of furniture were a tiny table with two chairs in the kitchen and a couch in the living room. A very familiar couch.

Finally, Castiel looked at Dean. "What is this?"

Dean scrubbed at the back of his neck, caught between bashful and beaming with pride. "I'm not hunting anymore, and if I'm not hunting, there's no reason for us to stay in the Bunker. This way, we can get our Vitamin D, right? 'Sides, I think Sam wants to start moving other hunters in. Figured the Dean Cave wouldn't need its couch anymore. I know it's a bit of shithole, but we can make it whatever we want it to be."

Castiel wandered the small space and trailed his hands across the walls--their walls. He rooted through the barren cabinets with squeaky hinges and ran water in the tiny kitchen sink. It rattled in protest before spitting out an icy stream.

Every inch of the place was lit with sunlight. Even mostly empty, it felt welcoming.

Absurdly, he had to clear his throat before he could say, "Thank you, Dean. This is the most wonderful gift."

"Yeah?" Dean came to him then and wrapped him in a loose embrace, an offering instead of a demand. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."

Castiel poured another thanks into him with a lingering kiss because once again, Dean had made the sun shine on his face.