#spn destiel

[supernaturallyafreak]

Those sweet sweet innocent arms need to be wrapped around Castiel softly while he lays there dead awake staring at the wall waiting for Dean to wake up because he refuses to move in fear of waking the angry sleeper. Also I drew y'all a pic of them- do you like my editing skills?

[anntova]

rodeo with Castiel

[wxnchesterss]

why did they include cas shoving dean against a wall on multiple occasions if they didn’t want us to think dean was a little gay

[-hiddlesdweeb-]

"Back on my Destiel bullshit"

- Local who has never, in fact, left the bullshit.

[moonys-chocolate28]

I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

The very touch of you corrupts, when Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell, he was lost.

Ever since I pulled you out of hell, knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you, I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack. I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean.

[strawberly95]

Happy 16th anniversary to one of the best characters on supernatural💛 Happy Birthday Cas💛🐝

[putridumangelum]

on a goth date with strange dances and a lot of blood🖤

[fr3sh-c0rn]

They are devastatingly devoted to each other and it ended before it could start

[thecicadagraveyard]

Thinking abt endverse Destiel today. I know damn well they got freaky and nothing will convince me otherwise. Like at the end of it all, when Dean has lost basically everything, you're telling me he didn't turn to Cas??? Okay buddy

[stfulara]

Dean is the "would you still love me if I was an insect?" boyfriend and,

Cas is the "insect? arthropods are symmetrical and you know I've always had a more profound bond with bees so yes I would dean" boyfriend

[supernaturallyafreak]

Supernatural: Season 5, Episode 3

It's the “Cas... Personal space” scene.

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The dim bathroom light flickered as Dean stood at the sink, his hands submerged in soapy water as he scrubbed furiously at the leather of his jacket. The rhythmic sound of water sloshing was a poor distraction from the whirlwind in his head—another day, another apocalypse, another weight on his shoulders he couldn’t shrug off.

And then he felt it—the soft flutter in the air that always made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Castiel.

Dean didn’t need to turn around to know the angel was standing just behind him, way too close for comfort. His eyes flicked up to the mirror, and sure enough, there was Cas, blue eyes staring at him with that unnerving intensity, close enough that their reflections almost blurred together.

“Damn it, Cas!” Dean spun around, water dripping from his hands. “Do you ever knock? Or, I don’t know, use the damn door?”

“I didn’t think it necessary,” Castiel replied evenly, stepping closer instead of backing away. “You looked distressed.”

“Yeah, well, showing up unannounced isn’t exactly calming!” Dean growled, motioning vaguely at the space—or lack thereof—between them. “Personal space, Cas. We’ve talked about this.”Castiel tilted his head, his unreadable gaze fixed on Dean like he was dissecting him. “You keep saying that, but I don’t think it’s what you actually want.”

Dean froze, his brow furrowing. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” “You push people away,” Castiel said, his voice low but steady. “But you don’t actually want to be alone.” Dean huffed a humorless laugh, shaking his head as he turned back to the sink. “Great. Now you’re Dr. Phil.”

Before he could start scrubbing again, he felt a hand on his arm, firm and grounding. Castiel’s grip wasn’t rough, but it was unyielding, and when Dean glanced down at it, his chest tightened.

“Dean,” Castiel said softly, his voice close enough that Dean could feel his breath on the back of his neck. “I see you. You carry more than anyone should, and you do it alone. But you don’t have to.”

Dean swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “Cas,” he started, his voice gruff, “you don’t get it. I’m not exactly the kind of guy people stick around for. Hell, I’m not even sure I want—”

“I stick around,” Castiel interrupted, his tone sharper now, cutting through Dean’s self-deprecation like a blade. He stepped closer, his hand sliding up to Dean’s shoulder, his fingers curling into the fabric of his t-shirt. “I stay because I want to. And I think you want me here too.”

Dean turned slowly, his back pressing against the counter as Castiel stepped into his space, the air between them crackling with something that made Dean’s pulse pound in his ears. “You really don’t do subtle, do you?” Dean muttered, his voice quieter now, his usual bravado faltering under Castiel’s unwavering gaze.

“Subtlety hasn’t been effective,” Castiel replied, and before Dean could fire back, Castiel’s hand slid up, cupping the side of Dean’s neck, his thumb brushing over the edge of his jaw in a way that made Dean’s breath hitch.

“Cas…” Dean’s voice was rough, low, and edged with something he couldn’t quite suppress—something that made him lean into Castiel’s touch despite himself.

“I’ve watched you push away everyone who tries to care for you,” Castiel murmured, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate in the small bathroom. “But you don’t push me away. Why?”

Dean’s eyes flicked down to Castiel’s lips, and then back up to those damn intense blue eyes that always seemed to strip him bare. “I don’t… I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.

Castiel’s thumb brushed over Dean’s jaw again, his touch impossibly tender for someone so commanding. “I think you do,” he said quietly, leaning in, his lips hovering just above Dean’s. “Let me show you.”

And then, before Dean could think better of it, Castiel closed the distance, his lips pressing firmly against Dean’s in a kiss that was anything but hesitant. It was possessive, demanding in a way that made Dean’s knees go weak, his hands instinctively grabbing at Castiel’s trench coat to steady himself.

Dean groaned against Castiel’s lips, his grip tightening as the kiss deepened, heat sparking in his chest as Castiel’s hand slid from his neck to the small of his back, pulling him closer. Dean felt like he was drowning, and for the first time, he didn’t mind. He kissed back with just as much fervor, his hands slipping into Castiel’s coat and fisting the fabric as he poured every unspoken word into the moment.

When they finally broke apart, both of them breathing heavily, Castiel didn’t step back. His forehead rested against Dean’s, his hand still splayed across Dean’s back, anchoring him.

“You don’t have to be alone, Dean,” Castiel said softly, his voice steady despite the heat still lingering between them. “Not with me.”

Dean let out a shaky breath, his hands loosening their grip on Castiel’s coat but not letting go entirely. “Cas… you make this really hard to argue with.”

“Good,” Castiel replied, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Because I won’t let you.”

Dean laughed softly, the sound rough and almost disbelieving, but there was a warmth in his chest he hadn’t felt in a long time. “You’re somethin’ else, Cas,” he murmured, his hand coming up to rest lightly against Castiel’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his borrowed heart.

“And you’re worth it,” Castiel replied simply, his voice filled with a certainty that left no room for argument. And for once, Dean didn’t try. He just let himself be held.

[anntova]

Destiel again

[4ever-feral]

Till heaven and hell can Hear me screaming his name 😏😘

[-hiddlesdweeb-]

Today I watched my boyfriend realize that I wasn't delusional about Destiel and these bitches really are THAT GAY... the world is healing...

[rosslovesspn]

can’t think about destiel for too long without wanting to throw up from the sheer tragedy that is them.

[strawberly95]

So I've been listening more to Radio company and I thought, what would Cas think? would he listen to them? (100% he would) and I had to make a stupid little comic about it😭😭

oh also they're listening to restless man🤭