#sweet castiel

[dooanuh]

normal things that happen on their weekly grocery run

[eggchef]

could you maybe doodle a destiel heaven reunion? your art is so nice it would taste like a fluffy coconut cake ;_;

they WILL kiss.

[dorkylilguy]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAS!!! EVERYONE LOVES YOU!!!! 💙🎉🎈 (especially dean)

[yourbestbuddie]

Headcanon that cas does not understand human pet-names in the slightest. Sure he knows about ‘darling’, ‘honey’, ‘sugar’, but he doesn’t understand why those words are chosen specifically. One day, Dean and Cas are in the kitchen, Dean’s making dinner and Cas is watching him, and Dean’s like, “Hey Cas, can you pass me the rice?” And Cas, wanting to impress Dean with his knowledge of human interaction/emotion, responds with “of course, Milk.”

[casdeans-pie]

I wanted to do something special for my Cas op - since I was imagining this would probably be my only chance to get one - and I really got it

The eye contact alone had me fighting for my life, but I was shaking a whole bunch and he squeezed my hands as I went to walk away ❤️

His eyes are so blue and his expression was so kind. And his hands are so big!!! Mine have completely disappeared lmao. Truly lovely man

[melle-otterwise]

"I'll just wait here then" scene, but there's a kiss

[babyjaans]

One of my favourite things is how dean acts around sam and eileen when they first get together. It’s so clear that they are in their honemoon phase while dean is going through a break up and still trying to be a supportive big brother. You can see so clearly the way he’s trying to give them space and is constantly being reminded of having that not so long ago himself as well.

[sirlancenotalot]

[magnificent-winged-beast]

It's also his birthday 🎂 🎉❤️

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 15; Healing Touch

[valeron99]

Be Happy, my dear Angel.

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

[medicatedmaniac]

Tell me you're not gonna run away yet I will follow you until the end I can't get you out of my head

[xematary]

ik it was two days ago but happy birthday to the second best september baby 20/09/24

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Cas stitching up his trench coat in one of the motel chairs while Sam and Dean are asleep and quietly talking to Jack about how to him the coat feels as part of himself now as his blade is. That it reminds him that he wasn't always aware of just how deeply humans could feel. How deeply angels could feel. How putting care into something can make it meaningful. The stars were mere pricks of light before humans decided to name them. The more he cares for his coat, the more of his perspective and memory gets sewn into it. The more it becomes his.

"And the pockets," he confides with a deep wink, "Are good for keeping snacks in."

Later, when Dean is asleep again, drooling over an open book of research in the bunker, Jack watches as Cas tucks his coat over Dean's shoulders and sees how he hesitates for a moment before brushing his hand softly through Dean's hair. Dean is transformed, through Cas’s careful attention, from the man who was the gatekeeper of acceptance and goodness to just a man, vulnerable and in need of care.

Jack wonders whether Castiel cares for everyone like they are a precious object. And he wonders what Castiel would transform him into, if he had to be repaired. Jack isn't sure that he likes the idea. He already has a hard time understanding his own morality, how can he also be expected live up to the idea of himself in Castiel's head? The object that Castiel loves? Does he need to be changed in order to become his?

"I could get him my pillow?" Jack suggests, swallowing against the cold mass in his throat when Cas smiles gently at that. He does like it, then, when Jack acts against his own interest.

"That might wake him. We should let him rest."

"He's precious to you."

"He is." Castiel reaches out and puts a hand on Jack's sleeve, expression sincere, "And so are you."

"Right," Jack says, then, "thanks," and holds his smile until Cas wanders back to sit perpendicular to Dean, to watch him until just before he stirred. Castiel and Jack, both, were good at pretending not to feel what they felt.

Watching the angel watch the man, Jack feels like a star. Immense and powerful but also distant, removed. Not special until a real person decides that he is. He is between angel and human. Person and object. Precious and disregarded. He is the blade and the coat, and Jack doesn't know which is worse.

[bunnymachine]

I miss you my loves