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Supernatural + Why didn't he say it back? He's been saying it back for years. 6.20 The Man Who Knew Too Much, 8.17 Goodbye Stranger, 11.18 Hell's Angel, 15.09 The Trap, 15.18 Despair (companion piece)
Doubles as a present for @thegeekyturtlegirl who wondered about a Dean version.
#spn 5 things series#supernatural#spn#spndaily#spnedit#supernaturaledit#supernaturaldaily#dean winchester#destiel#deancas#destieledit#deancasedit#deanedit#deanwinchesteredit#spn gifs#my edits#sorry for destihelling again#but dean saying cas is literally his way of saying he loves him. platonic romantic obsessed hateful grieving bisexual etc.#*note: not exact quotes - I had to paraphrase long speeches but these are canon dialogue missing a few sentences in between
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Hello! Iâve been biting my tongue and holding back on sharing details about my Big April Ficâąïž for the last few months (which is all while of my other WIPs) have been on hiatus), but Iâm going to start posting on the 10th and there is a schedule for posting if youâd like to follow it in âreal timeâ so to speak (which is why Iâm making this post!)
This is my gift to/personal attack on @literallyatomic â it is a destiel and samwena Titanic AU currently titled Three Princes â every scene is timestamped, and I thought it might be cool to post the updates on their timestamps, so if you want to follow along rather than wait for the AO3 email updates, this is what the first leg looks like:
Ive also been making art for it (as seen above đ
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Ive tagged everyone that interacted with previews of this fic and/or specifically asked to be alerted when âthe April ficâ would drop â itâll start this Monday! đ„°
@castiel @apocryphiend @panicking @letskzuniverse @mogoona3000 @goofyjelly @hello-weirdo @deangirldisease @arsonistsam @hauntedpearl @lateral-org @bexfangirlforlife @approximate-to-spherical-cow @shallowrambles @ivedoneit100times @deansbisexualflannel @withgreatadmiration @thegeekyturtlegirl
im working on this enormous fic (gonna be posted in April) but also im starved for validation while i write so pls have this snippet
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playlist: Youâre in a car with a beautiful boy, and he wonât tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. (of course I had to drop a siken quote on you but also it was the first thing to pop into my head)
FIRST OF ALL....HOW DARE YOU
Passenger Seat - Death Cab For CutieDirty Work - Steely DanRobbers - The 1975Junk - Paul McCartneyLeft For Denver - The Lumineers
send me a playlist idea!
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Name moodboard: Rebecca                        (for @thegeekyturtlegirl)
To Tie, Noose, To Bind, Captivating, Strong Combatant, Hearty.
#not my pictures#credit to owners#namemoodboards#name moodboard#rebecca#becky#thegeekyturtlegirl#aesthetic#pale#pastel#yellow#pink#white#colors#palette#art hoe#fashion#egg#art
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Yes indeed (Iâm gonna try to keep this short, and Iâm stupid proud of that graphic up there).
Five years ago, I was in eighth grade, dreading the start of high school and still drawing on iPad apps. I had fallen for One Direction, anticipated the mediocre film adaptation of The Mortal Instruments to be released that August, and was a year away from subscribing to Netflixâand effectively entering a thousand fandoms at once.
Little did I know that there were thousands of strangers who would appreciate my sense of humor and my artwork, and propel this to be a platform bigger than I ever imagined.Â
The highlights:
As of right now, I have nearly 19,500 followers and cumulative a 62,000 page views.
Iâve had a post break 400,000 notes. . . and one very nearly at 750,000.Â
One of my pieces of fan art for Sherlock, from the fateful year 2015, has drawn 150,000 notes.
I opened my art store(s) in 2015, where people all over the world have purchased items bearing my work.
My artwork for series like The Shadowhunter Chronicles and Throne of Glass has been seen and acknowledged by the authors (special thank you to @cassandraclare for having reblogged something like six or seven of my pieces over the years).
When Rick Riordan responded to a screenshot of one of my text posts on Twitter and shaded me into the next century (it was fantastic).
Look, the blog has been a huge part of my adolescent life, mostly for the better. It has served as a creative and emotional outlet, and occasionally even allowed me to communicate with some wonderful people. I have to thank some of my original followers/all-time loves:
 @lifeofaladymaybe  @renza15 @thehardcoveraddict   @sleepless-in-memphis @magicalcalzones  @wereadtoliveathousandlives  @i-let-the-tears-fall  @books-and-stufff  @forestpenguin  @sweetblossoms @swifty-fox  @a-steady-flame, @miss-awesomesauce  @percabeth-is-endless @jujutherubberduckie, @cloudcuckoolander527 @sixofsorrows, @voyancerune @thewickedinstruments @llycea @originalherondale @drhairball @jemsdrug @runesofanechelon @music-books-wanderlust @thegeekyturtlegirl @llaccm @stevetrevorr @kazbrckkers Â
I plan to do a special art giveaway at some point this year to celebrate (when college isnât happening)!
Anyways. I love you all and appreciate you so much. This blog has helped shape who I am today. I donât currently have plans to smite itâtoo many more books to read.
Much love (and many thanks),
- Liz.xx
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I found this book at the used bookstore and my brain immediately went will graham in like big cartoon letters
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YOU READ HEARTSTOPPER TOO???? dude that's one of my favorite webcomics!!!!!!
I only found it just recently & binged through the whole thing in one night lmao but yeah it's!! so fucking good!!! the wholesomeness kind of reminds me of check please
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All 20 of the Overwatch questions! :) Also I hope you feel better soon and your headspace calms down a bit.
thegeekyturtlegirl said: overwatch asks!! 1, 6, & 7 :^)
thanks bbs!! 0:) iâll do them under a cut so i donât bother ppl
1. My most played character
sombra by far!! although it was for sure d.va when i first started out on my friendâs console.2. One character Iâve played the least or not at allreinhardt and torbjorn lol. i havenât played zarya or roadhog as much but i want to get to know them better!3. My favorite offensive character to playit really depends!! i tend to go back and forth between sombra and soldier, but reaper and mccree are fun too.4. My favorite defensive character to playhanzoâŠ.5. My favorite tank character to playd.va!6. My favorite support character to playi really like playing mercy rip, but symmetra is also fun with how broken she is rn >:)7. The most aesthetically pleasing charactertbhâŠâŠ..hanzo aestheticallyâŠâŠ.although i dig mccreeâs vibe (but attraction-wise, all of the women lol; i love pharahâs native american skins)8. One of my least favorite characters to play against BASTION anyone who doesnât answer bastion is lying to you9. My favorite mapaesthetically i really like eichenwalde and route 66 but i think theyâre tougher maps; i really like kingâs row, and then hanamura or anubis for defense10. My least favorite mapuhâŠ.numbani or gibraltarâŠ..also the well on ilios and shrine on nepalâŠ..pretty meh about hollywood too11. My second most played characterd.va and hanzo are tied!!12. A character I wish I was better atwidowmaker! and lĂșcio and zenyatta!! iâm working on them though13. My favorite ultimatethereâs something really satisfying and fun about mccreeâs deadeye just to witness likeâŠ.utter paranoid chaos once you hear the high noon drawl. in terms of complete lifesavers: mercyâs rez and symmetraâs teleporter14. One gameplay tip with my most played characterwith sombraâŠ.focused aim is super important, she has a long clip so she can finish off people easily as long as the aim is good. obviously sneak attacks are ideal, sheâs nice to play because she can easily flank people while also being deft enough to face head-on. alsoâŠ..hack bastion and reinhardtâŠâŠwhen and wherever you canâŠâŠ15. My third most played character
soldier lol
16. My preferred support character to have by my sidemercy!!17. My fourth most played character
tracer, surprisingly! i feel like i havenât played her that much18. My favorite sniping spot and/or favorite place to place a turret(s) okay thereâs this one place on the ilios ruins map where you can snipe if youâre on a specific side and no one will see you, i literally camp there all the time. anubis and volskaya are fun for turrets if youâre symmetra. kingâs row is good to snipe as widow. anubis is good to snipe as hanzo.19. My favorite alternate firesoldierâs helix rockets
20. My fifth most played character
pharah
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uncommon bed sharing prompts! stiles and derek in #3 pls đ„ș
3. There was only one spare room and those kinda scary owners were already nice enough to let us stay so suck it up because I'm not complaining to them as I want to live + sterek
lmao this is so dumb and short but i hope u like it lol
âGo tell them we need another room.â
âThere werenât any other rooms, dude - they said they had the one, and thatâs it,â Stiles reminds him, sighing heavily as he throws his backpack at the foot of the full bed.
âThereâs only one bed.â
âYes, Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way, thereâs just the one - are you seriously having some kind of No-Homo-Panic right now?â
âIâm not panicked,â Derek grumbles, still not moving from the doorway.
Stiles decides to stare at him in disbelief for a while.
Itâs easy to stare at Derek, and it makes the guy squirm.
âStiles,â Derek insists.
âYou canât be serious, dude. Why donât you go tell them?â
âBecause Iâm telling you to.â
âCool, well, Iâm not doing that, because I donât know if you took a good gander at Mr. and Mrs. The Hills Have Eyes out there, but I did, and Iâm not interested in getting chopped up and eaten tonight.â
âWhat the Hell makes you think they wonât eat you anyway, if you stay here?â
âThey can try, but Iâve got lycan back-up, so Iâll have minimal night terrors - not none, but minimal. If youâre gonna be a dick about it, you can stand outside the door all night like a Palace Guard, but I will be sleeping in this bed as much as my fear responses will allow, because I just spent the last two days on a wild goose chase in my Converse, and I rolled both my ankles. So, I will not be pissing off the scariest motel owners in the state because youâve got issues with masculinity or something.â
Derek glowers at him as he disappears into the bathroom for a shower, but when he reemerges, Derek is in sweatpants on the side of the bed nearest to the door.
âChange your mind?â Stiles wonders, collapsing on the rickety mattress with a sigh.
âNo, but Iâm not about to leave you alone in here either.â
Youâve put yourself between me and the door, Stiles wants to point out, thatâs actually kind of really sweet.
âWell, I hope you get some shut-eye, Big Guy,â Stiles tells him, kicking the starchy covers until heâs blanketed comfortably, âYa earned it!â
âMm,â Derek grunts back.
Snorting, Stiles mumbles, âyouâre such a fuckinâ caveman, dude.â
âShut up,â Derek tells him, turning the bedside lamp off.
âShut up,â Stiles mocks in a lower-than-he-can-realistically-mimic octave, snorting again to himself, âIâm Derek, and I donât like sharing!â
âStiles,â he warns.
âOooohhh, Iâm Derek Hale, and Iâm a Big, Bad, Scary Werewolf, but I will literally risk tempting some kind of fucked up Silent Hill scenario before I learn how to have polite conversation and human interaction - oof!â
Stiles lands on the floor with a thud, but gradually gets to his feet to stand at his side of the bed and scowl down at the stupidly muscular shape in the bed.
He glares and says a hearty, âoh, fuck you,â when he can see Derekâs smile in the dark, but his curse does not have the desired effect on Derek, as all Stiles can actually see in the dark is his continued grin.
Cranky, and sore, Stiles gets back into the bed, mumbles a nearly inaudible, âyou suck,â and has a brief second of panic at the feel of Derekâs cold food at the small of his back, before heâs facedown on the floor again.
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i just bought cavity and i opened it and felt truly seen after 2 seconds because the whole chapbook is in georgia font right? its my favorite font and i feel like it is underappreciated in the poem world so thank you lol
GEORGIA DESERVES JUSTICE....itâs literally the best font....you can take that all the way to garamond
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thegeekyturtlegirl replied to your photoset âStill a little proud of my makeup from HalloweenâŠâ
you're so pretty w o w
:3
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Happy Birthday dear and birthday buddy!!!! I hope it is a wonderful day and that it treats you kindly. I am so proud of you and all that you've accomplished and how far you have come! I adore you truly! A million hearts! (ps, have you gotten my card yet?)
Happy Birthday darling! And thank you! I love you, endlessly and so very much. (i havenât gotten your card yet, but I hope I do today, Iâve sent yours yesterday)
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MADDIE!!!!!! Hannibal was an answer to a question tonight on Jeopardy!! The category was like tv dramas and the question went something like "its a mads mads mikkelsen world, the doctor will eat you now" and I like screamed because I was so excited lmao
THATS INCREDIBLE I CANT BELIEVE I MISSED IT jeopardy was literally on in the bg during dinner but we switched to christmas music instead ;__; </3
#i literally watch jeopardy like maybe there will be an nbc hannibal question tonight#life can be so unfair sometimes#littlelambasks#thegeekyturtlegirl
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I know this fic is from AO3. It takes place after The Avengers and it mostly follows Clint as he goes through therapy with Loki/Phil's death. The biggest part was he gave every team member a bird spieces and that was a big part of helping him recover. And I think the ending it comes out that Phil is alive.
Hollow Your Bones Like a Bird's by scifigrl47.
If that isnât it, please send us another ask!
Tagging for notification: thegeekyturtlegirlâ
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thegeekyturtlegirl replied to your post: anonymous asked:Hi! I'm looking f...
It might be unfinished duet by mishcollin on ao3
oh!!!! yes i'm pretty sure it is claire's i don't know how i forgot that??? here you go anon:
unfinished duetÂ
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i saw you reblogged those small kiss prompts, if you were taking suggestions could I offer a swirling reunion kiss with deancas? đ„ș
omg ilusm for sending me a prompt here u go for the swirling reunion kiss from this prompt list
(i gave u something so long omg u asked for something small and i have given u this essay i'm so sorry it's just i have all these headcanons and Ideas and i am embarrassed but here u go)
"Dean - it's working," Sam mutters over the crackling occurring over their extra bulk summoning sigils.
There's fucking lamb's blood wiped on doors, Jody and the girls are praying in earnest on the other side of the room in Hebrew and Latin, Rowena's spell work is branded with Hellfire into the floors lighting up in a rhythmic order to her soft chanting, Eileen is working at least five different singing bowls at different vibrations, there's crystals and herbs that correspond with Thursday all over the room, there's jars of raw honey, and everything Sam and Dean own that's the color blue surrounding the summoning circle.
This is Dean's hail Mary - it's every favor he's ever had to call in, it's every ally he's got in this world that's still alive, Jack's broken his promises to try his best to find Castiel and bring him back home, and maybe Dean has led some other fucking celestial force astray, maybe that's what he does - if there's no demon to make a deal with, then he'll get on his knees in front of God and drunkenly, pathetically slur out why He fucking owes Dean this.
It's the Winchester way, after all, that someone they love is unjustly taken from them, and so they snap the bones of the universe and don't let them fucking heal right until they get back what they love.
It's been a year, though, since they lost Cas. It's been a year of fruitless praying, begging, drinking to excess, to poisoning (he fucking wrecked Baby four months ago, and she's fixed up now, but it was a close fuckin' thing), and it's been a year of not even a hint. Not a wisp, not a peep.
He went back to the barn and he re-wrote every sigil and sign, he went back to Pontiac, Illinois and sat in what remained of his grave and he prayed and screamed and cried, he went to the broken, destroyed gas station and punched the walls, he went to where he spread Castiel's ashes and dug in the soil with his bare hands as if digging would get him somewhere he could reach Cas again.
None of it worked.
Bobby's place, Jody's place, every room in the bunker, Cas' favorite burger joints, the fucking farmer's market - he was chasing a fucking ghost.
And he did everything he was supposed to. He made blood sacrifices (his own blood) where he was told to, he hunted animals for the cause at a few points, he hand-picked flowers and herbs, he recited spell work and charms in Enochian, in Latin, in English, in fucking Spanish - he tried. He tried everything, and it all failed without even an utterance from the universe.
And now everyone alive he loves is going to be here to see this fail too.
He can't take it - he can't handle the hopeful lilt of Sam's voice, his hands are shaking, he needs a drink, and he needs to stop hoping at some point, and he should've stopped hoping before today.
He should've stopped way back, rather than let his hope juggernaut into this massive coven's worth of magick, all of them straining their souls to bend a universe that has unfeelingly misplaced Dean's most beloved of its inhabitants.
He turns his back, and he begins to walk out of the room - he can't be here for when it fails. He can't face it again.
Sam calls after him, the crackling is loud enough to blame it for not having heard Sam, though, and that's a weak lie, but it's all Dean's got to blame so that he can walk away.
Dean's down the hall and in the kitchen, pouring a wrecking ball of a drink for himself when the power in the bunker begins to flicker out; frankly, it's not uncommon to have power surges and black outs during intense magick, it doesn't really alarm him.
Kaia runs past the kitchen, and when she reappears, she's out of breath, smiling, and she says to Dean, "it's raining like crazy outside."
"Mm," Dean grunts back.
"You should come back - it might not be much longer -"
"Sure, I'll, uh - yeah. I'll be back in a second," he lies.
She looks full of light and hope as she nods and runs back down the hall from him; he puts the drink down before indulging, and rather, he finds himself retracing her steps.
He checks outside, and she's right - the weather has taken a sharp turn. Thunder is rumbling across the sky, lightning is searing through the air, bursting from the ground up into the sky and breaking through the clouds to strike the Earth. Trees are rocking ominously, the ground is getting flooded and the flashes of light are almost too intense to keep looking at.
Shaken, Dean shuts the door again, and slowly steps back inside.
He makes his way into the hall again, standing outside the kitchen at a crossroads - they could use his help, if this is real. The cost of believing he might get Cas back and then not having him might be a wound he can't recover from, though.
To hide in the kitchen with something 90 proof is safer.
But the lights are blinking and flashing all down the hallway, and the crackling from the war room is loud enough to fill the entire bunker now.
If anything could help Castiel make it back to Dean's world, it's this - all of this - but if all of this doesn't summon Castiel back to him, he knows nothing will. It's an all-or-nothing bet, and he's petrified.
He's still standing there in the hall with its flashing lights when the tension in the bunker shifts, like the sudden spike or drop of barometric pressure.
His ears begin ringing, all of the bunker shakes and everything not bolted to the Earth is tumbling down, spilling and breaking, and that ringing gets sharp enough that Dean covers his ears with both hands, but finds that doesn't help block out the sound.
The sound turns into bells, chimes, a crackling fire and something like a choir, like a gospel, like five million voices all at once in every language ever spoken, and something feathered invisibly brushes his arm.
"Dean."
Dean gasps loudly, tears springing to his wide eyes as blood begins dripping from his ears, down his neck.
It wasn't a voice - not really. It was a million voices, but not a voice like a human knows a voice, it's more a voice that is only a voice because it's the closest thing to sense that Dean's brain can make of it.
It's an acknowledgment, it's something without flesh or sight that recognizes him in some other, unknowable way.
"Dean!" Sam's yell comes, "Dean, get in here!"
The singing bowls, the chimes, the assorted books hitting the floors, glasses sliding off tables, the fires, lightning, thunder, gospels, choirs, chanting, praying - it all pushes his feet to move, his pace picks up as he finds himself running into the war room.
He's pretty sure his nose is bleeding now too, he just tastes and feels a lot of blood, and everyone in the war room is wearing protective gear or white-knuckling through the agony of the cacophony like he is.
Jack emerges first, both arms outstretched to pull someone along with him, and great, black wings come through first, hooking themselves around the open ring of a glowing portal.
The wings shake and shudder with the force required to keep from being dragged back in, and Jack is muttering something encouraging as a head of black hair pushes through the veil next.
Once his torso is most of the way through the portal, a second pair of wings latch onto the ring of the opening and push him further, until his legs have made it through.
The crystals all shiver and glow, Rowena's spell work flares with light like embers all at once, a rocking thunder outside is so loud that to even the inside of the bunker it sounds as if a bomb has gone off outdoors, light bulbs begin cracking, all the cars in the garage have their alarms going off, the fire alarms have started screeching, the appliances are burning out and exploding and Castiel's eyes are glowing ethereal blue.
The Empty is clinging to Castiel like black ink, he's drenched in it like a bird in oil, but his teeth are white as he clenches them, gritting through the last of the ceremony to break free, and Jack is there to steady him and protect him by closing the portal as black tendrils reach out for him once again.
When Castiel straightens up, six wings are outstretched, sparking up with lightning like lightning is moving through the feathers, his eyes are still luminous and burning, but he's reborn, unsteady on naked feet, but breathing and staring ahead, unafraid.
Dean finds he can't speak.
There's so much noise happening still, and Jack's only just closed the portal, and everyone appears to be waiting for some other shoe to drop; Castiel is looking at his own inky hands like he doesn't exactly recognize them as Jack stares up at his wings from behind him.
Dean steps forward, and Castiel's head flicks up instantly, white-blue eyes locking onto Dean's face.
Then the Angelic light cools until it's Castiel's human eyes staring back at him, blue with wisps of luminescence in them, but more importantly, full of remembrance.
"Oh," Castiel's familiar rasp comes, making Dean's heart skip a beat, "hello, Dean."
Very possibly hysterical, Dean breaks out into a wide grin, tears spill from his eyes and in four long strides he's got his arms around a lot of filthy, unsure Angel.
He squeezes way too tightly, forcing a very human "oof," sound out of Cas, which makes him laugh for the first time in over a year, and then he's spinning them where they stand because he can - Cas is here, he's back, he's right here in Dean's arms, and his stupid ethereal wings are beating and twitching like he's panicked that he's being spun like a Disney princess, and Cas' scandalized voice is over Dean's shoulder, saying his name in a shocked octave.
Dean gets a few spins in where Cas' feet are off the floor, and when this very apparently flusters Cas, he rejoices and lets him back down.
He's covered in sweat, and blood, and whatever the fuck afterbirth shit came out of The Empty, but he's pleased as a fucking peach as he pulls back to look at Cas; Cas' expression changes, and he says lowly, severely, "I apologize for the ruckus."
Laughing in bubbling bursts, Dean cups his inky face with both hands and pulls him into kiss his lips.
All the lights in the room explode.
Dean can feel glass in his hair, he can hear everyone else in the room taking cover, or cursing, but he doesn't mind one bit.
He moves his lips against Castiel's, licks into his mouth, and the sound of tens of other bulbs bursting in the hallway echo, and Dean can't kiss Castiel anymore because it's a liability, but also because he's smiling too widely.
"Cas," he murmurs sweetly, petting his cheek with a thumb, "Cas, we're gonna need an entire fire department on hand for a wedding."
"Wedding?"
"You'll want one, won't you?"
Dean's positive he just heard the toaster oven explode.
He pulls Castiel into his arms, grinning, and crying, and laughing, and he says lowly, "yeah. It'll be good, though. We'll have everyone in attendance show up in full body armor."
"I feel as if we can't possibly be having the same conversation."
Dean pulls away enough to look Cas in the eye, and there are sparks sizzling around them from broken lights overhead, the same as the night they first met, and Dean should've known.
Maybe some part of him always knew.
Whatever, he's always been slow on the uptake.
"You're hurt," Cas notices, his hands coming to muffle Dean's ears; Dean feels the blood dry and clear away, his hearing goes back to normal, and when Cas removes his hands, all the noise that's left are the sizzles and clicks of appliances dying horribly.
Gently, Cas brushes glass out of Dean's hair, his movements reverent and careful, his eyes flickering all over Dean, taking in his tired face, his warring emotions, his mussed hair, his five o'clock shadow, and what mess his clothes have become.
Dean can see the moment that Castiel thinks he's standing too closely, that he's touching Dean too much, and he goes to slip away to a respectful distance, but Dean holds onto his bare arms, and keeps him close.
"Cas, I'm gonna let you go right now, but only so you can hug your kids 'n shit, and if you ever really loved me, I need you to try and get this ink shit into Sam's hair. He's not gonna wanna hug you, cause you're naked, so I need you to make a real effort."
Squinting his eyes, Cas nods once and replies dutifully, "I love you unerringly, Dean. I will see to it that Sam's hair is ruined."
Losing his breath again, Dean kisses Cas one more time, the dying lights kicking up excitedly and sparking as Claire shouts at them to get a room; he lets go, watches Cas tuck his wings into whatever other fuckin dimension he normally keeps them in, then watches Rowena help Cas into a robe, and everyone gathers closer, all of them some other face of Dean's grief, smiling, laughing, crying, and hugging Cas, kissing his scruffy cheeks, making him smile -
It's so much more than what he'd dare to hope for.
#ask#thegeekyturtlegirl#destiel#deancas#my stuff#prompt fill#pls enjoy#i wrote this all in like under an hour#i hope it makes sense#sdjkfhsdkjhf
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