#the deancasversary

[mittensmorgul]

all the time in the world

1289 words | rated T | destiel anniversary fluff

summary:

In the aftermath of the events of one working part, Dean and Cas take a road trip. Neither of them really wants it to end. And they realize it doesn't really have to.

It's been 15 years, and about time they got to celebrate! This is technically coda fic for one working part, but you don't need to read that to enjoy this little snippet of fluff.

read it on ao3, or below the cut

The morning after Cas came back, Dean just drove. The reality of their new lives had really begun to sink in. As they headed toward the bunker, after stopping for lunch at a Kansas City style barbecue place, Dean decided to use their self-appointed time off to introduce Cas to the wide variety of barbecue the vast and varied United States had to offer.

“It won’t take long to detour to Memphis,” Dean had said while they were still at the table. “Beale Street, home of the blues and pork ribs. You’ll love it.”

“But we just ate barbecue, Dean,” Cas replied. “Is it really necessary to drive across three states for more? Isn’t this sufficient?”

Dean looked at Cas in horror for a second, and then shook his head slowly. “See, this is why we need a barbecue road trip. Gotta train up those new human taste buds. I can’t have you spending the rest of your life thinking all barbecue is the same.”

Cas had reluctantly accepted that. Mostly he was just glad to be with Dean, no matter what they were doing. And the idea of a long road trip just for fun, not running into danger or looking for things to hunt or fighting against cosmic forces sounded pleasant, regardless of what they were doing. He also admitted that first barbecue dinner had been delicious, and he wouldn’t mind having it again. He looked across the table at Dean, and smiled.

“Thank you, Dean. Of course I’m happy to go wherever you’d like to take me.”

Dean had gone all pink and flustered across the table at that, and that was also something Cas didn’t mind in the least. In a matter of days he’d gone from firmly believing that he could never have what he truly wanted to being given more than he’d ever even dared to hope for. Not just Dean, but an end to the constant struggle to stay ahead of the forces intent on destroying the universe. For the first time in his long existence, he had time. Time to explore and enjoy the creation he’d stood above for eons, to partake of its wonders instead of invisibly standing guard over them. And Dean was eager and overjoyed to share it all with him.

After Memphis, Dean insisted they needed to head to North Carolina. They swung down through Louisiana and into Texas toward the end of the week. Over brisket while a local band played outside a brewery in the hill country outside Austin, Dean sat staring off into the distance at another group of people smiling and laughing together.

“Is something wrong, Dean?” Cas asked after a few minutes. “You’re not finishing your lunch.”

Dean shook himself off and gave Cas a warm smile. “I was just thinking we should probably be heading home soon.”

Cas nodded at this. “Yes. This has been fun and enlightening, but Sam might be starting to worry about us.”

Dean laughed. “Maybe. But I’m also thinking some of your returned souls might start showing up. Don’t wanna leave the homestead all locked up if anyone needs a refuge, you know?”

“Possibly,” Cas replied.

They’d already heard from Rowena and Crowley, who’d both eagerly taken the deal Cas's spell had offered them. Dean had been worried the two of them would just end up killing each other again, but apparently they’d instead decided to go into business together. So far he’d been reluctant to discover exactly what sort of business the two of them would concoct together, but at least he wasn’t worried about having to clean up another messy murder scene at Rowena’s place. He didn’t necessarily expect to hear from anyone else, but everyone who might reach out already knew where they lived. As long as Sam was there, at least they’d find a warm welcome. Something else was bothering Dean.

“Are you already bored of traveling with me?” he joked, hoping to lighten Dean’s mood.

“What? Never!” Dean insisted, reaching across the table to rest a hand on Cas’s. He stared down at their impulsively joined hands and slowly looked up to Cas’s warm smile with one of his own. “It’s just… it’s almost our anniversary, you know? The day we met, the day you pulled me outta Hell. Kinda feels like we should do something special.”

Cas frowned at that. “Anniversary? I never really thought about it like that before.”

“Yeah, well there’s always been a lot of other shit going on. Even after I started liking you enough to stop thinking of it as the day I had to dig myself out of my own grave and started thinking of it as the day we met, there was never really much time to stop and grab a Hallmark card about it. I just figured, we got time for celebrating stuff like that now.”

“That sounds lovely, Dean,” Cas replied, grateful to know that nothing was truly bothering Dean. He wasn’t actually upset about anything, but he still looked as confused as Cas felt. “What do people even do to celebrate that sort of thing?”

“What,” Dean replied absently. “Rescuing some dude from Hell? I don’t think a lot of other people got that sort of anniversary to celebrate.”

Cas grinned. “That’s true, but people celebrate many similar annual events.”

Dean finished off his brisket and then stood up with Cas to walk back to the car. They weren’t in a hurry, but they were ready to move on again. As they headed out on the road, Dean gave Cas a considering look.

“We could take another road trip. There’s a lot of other important human knowledge we gotta explore.”

Cas considered that for a moment, and then remembered where he’d first met Dean face to face. It seemed as logical a destination as any for an anniversary road trip.

“We could go to Pontiac, Illinois. The barn where you met me is still standing. Or was, a few months ago when I last checked on it.”

Dean turned to look at him so fast the car jolted to the side before he managed to correct it. “Dude, you checked on it?”

Cas gave a little shrug, wondering if maybe he’d overstepped some sort of boundary he hadn’t known existed. Maybe he needed to justify his actions to Dean.

“I used to visit there frequently. When I could still fly, it was a safe sanctuary. You warded it very well against almost everything other than angels. And after I fell and became human, I added more warding. It’s hidden from almost everyone and everything else, except for us. I made sure that you’d always be able to find it again, too. If you ever felt the need for a sanctuary.”

“What?” Dean asked, genuinely surprised by all of this. “You turned the place I stabbed you in the heart into a safe space?”

Cas shrugged. “It seemed metaphorically appropriate at the time.”

Dean reached across the seat and took his hand, squeezing it tight. He was clearly overcome with emotions that Cas was just beginning to understand. He squeezed back and smiled as Dean took a few deep breaths, intently focused on the road. Eventually, Dean cleared his throat, and then smiled at him.

“You know, we did the barbecue tour. We should probably do a pizza tour. Chicago’s not far from Pontiac, and you gotta try a deep dish.”

Cas smiled back, relieved, and let Dean deflect his feelings for the time being. They’d have plenty of time to talk through all their emotions. He could let Dean plan it all for the future for now. 

“That sounds wonderful, Dean,” he replied. Because they had time for everything now.

(ao3 link again for anyone who wants it!)

[nox-lee]

10 Things I Hate About Castiel A poem by Dean Winchester

I hate the way you stand too close And the way you wear your hair I hate the way you stole my car  I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb trench coat And the way you read my mind I hate you so much for the way I feel And how you’re always kind

I hate the way I made you fall I hate it when you die I hate the way you gave up an army For just one wretched guy

I hate it when you’re not around And the times when you don’t call But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

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Let’s kick things off with a poem I wrote! I didn’t get a chance to write the Cas fic I wanted to, so you’re all stuck with this cheesy monstrosity instead.

[imsotired]

Misha ships Destiel so hard and I love it

[silverfacedherald]

Castiel is a wayward son too, and we have had the privilege to see him carry on for ten years now.

~

Last chance for me to say it: happy anniversary, Castiel and Misha Collins.

To Castiel, who’s gone through so much, accomplished many feats, and continues to learn and grow everyday. There aren’t enough words to describe how much this nerdy little angel, this bamf, this member of Team Free Will, and wayward son means to me.

To Misha Collins, for Castiel and Supernatural would not be the same without. He is the reason why Supernatural is still going strong, why Castiel can have ten years instead of three episodes. There is also not enough words to describe how good of an actor, activist, and overall human being this man is and how much of an inspiration he is to me.

Happy ten years of Castiel, everyone.

Carry On

[bisaster-energy]

happy 9 months to these assholes

[allmystars-i]

Five Times Castiel Sucks At Skating, And One Time He Doesn't Do Too Badly || Teen and Up || 3044

Author: allmystars

Dean has this fantasy, this thing he wants to do, and it's cheesy. So cheesy, but maybe, just maybe, he can get Castiel to play along without knowing it.

Or, 5 times Castiel sucked at skating, and 1 time he doesn't do too badly.

Link to fic

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: No Major Archive Warnings

Tags: 5+1 fic, Grumpy Human Cas, Encouraging Dean, DeanCasversary, Ice Skating, First Kiss

[ldrmas]

New Video

10:45 Est Sep 18 2021

Reveiwing more of @angeldoveyt videos this one Cas and Dean Believer and Castiel Flashlight!

Preview I flipping love them!

[mittensmorgul]

Happy Deancasversary 2024!

I wrote short fic yesterday because it was pouring rain here, so poor Dean and Cas have their camping trip cut short... they'll live! :D

(almost entirely) Sweet Sixteenth

summary:

Dean and Cas just wanted a quiet weekend in the wilderness to celebrate the 16th anniversary of their first meeting. Nature interferes.

982 words, rated t, just a bit of fluff to commemorate the day :)

[nox-lee]

10 years!!!

Sadly, I work all day, but I’m very much looking forward to catching up on my dash tonight and reading all the destiel fics written for today. It’s like fic christmas for destiel lovers!

In celebration I’m loading up my queue today with all kinds of destiel content and castiel appreciation.... at a much higher volume that normal for me. So if you need to blacklist, I’ll be using the following tags:

the deancasversary

a decade of castiel

[silverfacedherald]

Fucking ouch, this is painfully beautiful

if Dean broke free of Michael’s possession for like a split second because it’s sept 18 today and Dean’s like “can’t believe i gotta spend my 10 year anniversary with this loser instead of my husband because of my bad decision-making skills” would that be fucked up or what

[fangirlingtodeath513]

ten years | a DeanCasVersary fic

read here on ao3

He wakes up alone in a dark, musty warehouse. He doesn’t remember how he got here, or what he was doing, but one thing he does know: Michael’s gone. He doesn’t recall expelling him, or Michael leaving voluntarily--unlikely, if he’s being honest with himself--but he knows the angel is no longer possessing him.

The first move he makes is to get off the floor. It’s so much more effort than he’s used to. Everything in his body aches and his head is pounding like he’d drank an entire bar the previous night. He dusts himself off slowly, looking at his surroundings. There’s not much to make out. There’s dust swirling through the air and a fair amount of sunlight coming in from windows set high in the walls, so it’s either late morning or late afternoon. It’s not too cold or too hot, so he figures it’s probably late summer or early fall, depending on where he is.

He’s been away for so long.

The second move is to get the hell out of this place. He doesn’t know how long he’s been in this warehouse or how long he’s been back in control of his body. There’s a door at the other end of the warehouse, nestled between stacks of boxes, so he heads that way. It’s not locked, but it only leads him into an office with no other way out. Backtracking, he searches the warehouse again. Sure enough, hidden behind a line of shelves, there’s an emergency exit door. It’s alarmed, but that’s not something he has time to worry about right now.

He shoulders the door open, letting out a swift breath as he’s met with the brightness of the outside. Covering his eyes quickly, he peeks through his fingers to give his eyes time to adjust. After a few minutes, he surveys the area. There’s a gas station across the street with a few people lingering outside and two cars getting gas. He heads that way, huffing softly as he feels much more fabric swishing than he’s used to. Stupid Michael and his weird angel getup.

Water is the first thing he reaches for. He’s dehydrated, and he barely gets the cap off before drinking the whole bottle in five seconds flat. That earns him a weary look from the cashier, so he offers her as kind a smile as he can manage at the moment.

He checks his pockets, relief flooding through him when he finds a neatly-folded wad of cash. He grabs two more water bottles from the cooler before heading down the closest aisle. He grabs nearly everything in sight: candy bars, more bags of chips than he probably needs, beef jerky, and a few power bars, just to be on the safe side. He doesn’t know how far he is from home.

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[malmuses]

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Fluff, Love Confessions, Vignette, DeanCasAversary, 10 Years of Castiel

Words: 1,018

Summary:

A little vignette to mark 10 years of Dean and Cas.

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“Do you know what day it is, Cas?”

Cas blinked. “Tuesday,” he said with conviction, wondering if that was why Dean had waited until Sam left.

“Smartass.” Dean rolled his eyes, though Cas had no idea why.

“The eighteenth of September?” Cas tried again.

[bisaster-energy]

It’s that’s time folks

[justonecitizenoftheearth]

Good morning, my Destihellers! 😘

[ldrmas]

Happy DeanCasversary!

Happy Sep 18th everyone! I’ve updated my “You are not Alone” photo from my SPN Photoshoot.  This is the old one...

But I love them both! I miss doing photoshoots. This is 2016 and it is just one of my favorite memories from being a part of this fandom.  I hope you all have a great Destiel filled day! 

[dontbedeaded]

CAS CAME OUT 1 YEAR AGO!

EVERYONE SAY CONGRATS CAS!!!!!!!!!!!!

cas came out 1 month ago!

everyone say congrats cas!