Cas is sleeping in late this morning.
He sleeps in late every morning, to be honest, but Dean doesn’t really mind. He likes the peace and quiet of the bunker, his home—their home, he quickly corrects—his and Sammy’s and Cas’. It might not have a white picket fence or a garden or a jacuzzi, but…
(prompt: witch curses Sam, he can now read Dean/Cas’s minds. awkwardness ensues)
Sam doesn’t notice any difference at first. The witch hit him with something, but he feels fine. Same as always, really.
But then they get back to the bunker. Cas comes around the corner in a t-shirt and jeans, and Sam hears Dean’s voice loud and clear,
“Holy fucking shit. He’s so goddamn hot.”
jumping on the ‘freckles = angel kisses’ bandwagon with some high school au fluff (i’m not even kidding this is duMB) ;u;
Dean has beautiful features.
It’s been a hell of a morning.
First, Castiel’s alarm doesn’t go off. He wakes up with approximately five minutes to get out of the house, miss-lines up the buttons of his shirt, can’t find his freshly ironed pants and so has to wear the creased ones, and accidentally knocks his…
I couldn’t sleep, so please don’t mind me while I sit here babbling about adorable 16-year-old boyfriends Dean and Cas for a bit.
With Cas having an awful nightmare and waking up in the middle of the night, shaking and sweating and with his heart beating so very loudly within his chest — he knows Dean is okay, he knows it was all just a bad dream, but he just needs to hear his voice so badly. So he grabs his phone off the nightstand before he can talk himself out of it and dials his boyfriend’s number, lying back on his side and burrowing under the covers with the phone pressed to his ear, his heart skipping a beat with every ring — waiting, hoping.
“In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
And where you invest your love, you invest your life”
-mumfordandsons(thanks again to the lovely, lovely Hannah ♥)
He’s been telling Dean to get a new fan for three weeks. The twacking noise his current one makes is slowly driving him insane. It wakes him now, at six-thirty on a Saturday morning, drying the sweat from a sticky Indian summer night off of his body and chilling his bare shoulder.Dean, of course, doesn’t wake up. He finds it funny that a footstep outside of their door will send him skyrocketing out of bed, but the fan doesn’t bother him at all.
The SPN season 9 finale is upon us and it is safe to say that we’ll need some fluff in our lives after it’s over. Today we’ll reblog some older reviews of feel good fics for your entertainment.
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Conclusion of Hercules!AU. Part One. Part Two. Part Three.
Dean sees it happening in slow motion. Cas’s clothes torn and slipping off his shoulder, his face bruised and bloody as he heaves for breath, looking over the edge of the cliff with an exhausted smile.
The tremble of the earth as the Cyclops hits the ground. The crack of the pillar as it falls falls falls.
Dean moves.
Cas is frail and light, and he skids on the dirt. Dean can barely hear him yell his name over the crushing feeling in his chest and blood pumping in his ears. Through half-closed eyes, the young man can see the other scramble towards the pillar, dirty fingers wrapping around the lip of the pillar as he face twists with effort. In a blinding flash of blue-white light, wings sprout from his black. Castiel drops the pillar off to the side in confusion, looking at his hands with wide eyes. He’s completely healed. “What’s happening?”
Dean coughs and tastes blood, but smiles weakly. Cas is safe. He’s got his wings back. He’s gonna be okay. Everything is gonna be okay. “L-Lucifer’s… deal. Promised y-you’d be safe.”
Through spotty vision, Dean sees blue eyes fill with unshed tears. Castiel’s hands hover over him, scared to touch until he finally lets his fingers brush a freckled cheek. He bites his lip and shakes his head. His voice is small. “Dean… why did you— you didn’t have to—”
Dean turns his head with a wince, pressing a light kiss to Cas’s hand. “People always do… crazy things,” he pants. “When they’re in love.”
dean and cas meeting at a carnival!
dean is working behind a stall as a carnie to make some extra money over the summer.
cas walking around with his friends but he keeps seeing the cute guy behind that one stall with the empty milk bottles and the baseballs. he asks his friends if they want to play but they’re not interested, they want to go on roller coasters and get on bumper cars.
cas eventually leaving his friends as the day is winding down, making his way back to the booth with the guy with the freckles. the guy has already started packing his things away, but when he sees cas, he grins at him and offers the ball.
“I’m closing up but, try your luck,” he says with a smile.
cas takes the ball and throws it at the bottles and he misses completely. his face turns red and he runs his fingers through his hair, embarrassed.
the green eyed boy is laughing but he reaches behind to where the stuffed animals are anyway. he picks up a cute little bumble bee stuffed teddy and he offers it to cas.
“but I lost,” cas says.
the boy grins and shrugs. “you win for finally coming over here. I’ve seen you walk past this booth about twenty times today,” he says with a smile.
cas blushes even more but he accepts the teddy bear.
“I’m dean,” the green eyed boy says.
“I’m cas,” cas says.
they shake hands, the both of them grinning and blushing. they exchange numbers, and dean tells cas that he’s free tomorrow evening if he wants to hang out.
cas quickly agrees, and then he leaves, telling dean that he’ll see him tomorrow.
he hugs his bumble bee close to his chest, all the way home.
(prompt: winged!Cas)
Cas’s human mate Dean says he loves Cas’s wings, even though they are unusually dark and sensitive, but Cas worries he just doesn’t know any better. After all, Dean hasn’t seen many angels’ wings. What possible comparison could he have?
Cas’s older brother Michael has amazing wings - strong and wide, white with flecks of golden brown. Cas delays introducing Dean to Michael for as long as he possibly can, but when Michael makes a surprise visit from his home overseas to meet the human who claimed Cas’s heart, Cas can’t put it off any longer.
i’m sitting here thinking about all the ways dean and dragon!cas could meet ANNNND what about dean being the village outcast who gets scapegoated when there’s demonic activity? the villagers are only too glad to rig him up on a pole and sacrifice him to the mountain dragon if it means killing two birds with one stone.
imagine dean’s shock when the rumored beast not only shows up, but snatches him up, including the entire wooden cart he’s tied to, and flies him away from the screaming villagers
dean expected to be eaten, burned or shredded alive when the dragon puts him down. he was also expecting the mountain lair to be dark and dank, but instead it’s warmly lit with torches and there’s gold and jewels wedged in the rock walls, and in the corner dean sees a colossal pile of leaves and branches and scraps of material. it takes dean a minute to realize it looks like a giant birds nest. this isn’t just some hole in the wall, it’s a home.
dean’s shocked out of his oogling when his binds are suddenly snapped and he topples to the ground. he’s shaking, eyes wide, but when he looks up at the dragon, he doesn’t see teeth or claws or a gaping mouth waiting to swallow him. he just sees large, curious blue eyes.
dean is understandably wary at first, but when it becomes clear that the dragon has no intention of eating or otherwise ending his life, dean starts to relax. the first thing the dragon does is write Castiel in the dirt, and dean is so shocked that he can only laugh hysterically over the fact he’s having introductions with the ‘monster’ who was supposed to eat him
days turn into weeks and dean can’t believe it but he’s never been more at home. when the nights are cold, cas warms coals and places dean’s makeshift bed on top of them, and as they get progressively more comfortable dean starts just snuggling up to cas’s warm dragon belly
they eat fish and at one point cas offers dean the chance to fly with him (jeeze, cas doesn’t even talk, but dean’s had deeper conversations with this over-sized reptile than any other human he’s known) dean freaks out, shaking his head and begging cas not to ever, ever fly him anywhere ever again
DEAN AND CAS THE DRAGON SPENDING ALL THEIR DAYS TOGETHER, HAPPY AND SILLY AND VERY MUCH IN LOVE.
Dean is in a hell of a bad mood. Professor Crowley gave him a C fucking minus on his assignment and Baby is making a weird coughing noise and his cell phone has stopped working because it’s maybe possible that he forgot to pay it this month and ugh.
And of course it’s fucking freezing and he stupidly left his jacket in the backseat of the car so by the time he eventually climbs the six flights of stairs in their crappy apartment building and unlocks the door to their crappy apartment, not only are his knees aching but his nose is cold and his fingers are numb.
He dumps his satchel down and is greeted with the soft lyrics of that acoustic indie crap that means Cas is painting somewhere, because he paints to emo music but does delicate, beautiful pencil sketches to hard rock and Dean doesn’t know, nothing about Cas has ever made any fucking sense.
“What about that one?”
“What about her?” Castiel frowns, not understanding Dean’s question. The beer in his hand is growing warm, as he’s been told to drink more slowly if he wishes to damper the effect of alcohol on his system. Dean is already ahead of him, on his umpteenth bottle, but seems barely shaken.“You think she’s hot?” Dean gives him that sideways grin, the one he flirts with, and although Castiel thinks he knows what Dean is getting at, he swerves away from the topic.
Women don’t interest him in the way they seem to interest Dean.
“I hope for her health that she’s at the proper human temperature,” Castiel says, and Dean lets out a low groan and shakes his head. Castiel feels a little proud of that one. The more he brushes with humanity, the more he enjoys playing this way.
When Cas turned human, Dean didn’t expect him to start dying. He didn’t know what he expected, if he was honest. Thought that all those falls, scrapes, all those knives and nails stabbed into him, those bullets shot into him, would just..not exist. That they would be magically healed and everything would be fine, would be normal.
He was wrong.
It starts off with Cas being completely immobile. Stuck in bed, his head throbbing, eyes barely able to open. He can’t even speak, his throat working and coaxing and trying to push a voice out. To put a shape to vowels. None come.
His health decreases as the week goes on, and soon Dean refuses to leave the motel. Hangs a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the handle, and locks everyone else out. The shades are drawn, and the only source of light is the lamp on the bedside table.
Sam calls frequently, but Dean lets his phone die.
Cas doesn’t start coughing blood until halfway into the second week, his body convulsing and shaking, blood splashing against the pillows and sheets, staining everything it hits. It’s everywhere, a few drops landing on Dean’s face even.
Dean carries him to the bathroom, undresses first Cas and then himself. He turns the water on hot, then cradles Cas in his lap in the tub, water spraying over them. Cas can’t open his eyes at all now, the effort of it taking too much energy. The coughing fit has left him sagged against Dean’s chest, breathes scratching and scraping out of him in soft wheezes.
Dean runs his fingers through Cas’ hair, sings Hey Jude softly to him.
When the second week comes to an end, and Dean is lying in bed with Cas tucked into his side, Dr. Sexy M.D. playing quietly, that’s when Cas finally passes away. One minute Dean can feel the soft puffs of breath on his neck, the slight rise and fall of Cas’ body, and then it slows until he doesn’t feel anything anymore.
He knew it was coming, of course. Knew that Cas dying was inevitable. But that doesn’t stop the ache, the pain. The never ending flow of tears as they soak into Cas’ hair, doesn’t stop Dean from shaking his angel’s lifeless body and begging please.
Eventually Sam tracks them down, breaks into the room. He almost thinks Dean is dead also, with how still he’s lying next to Cas. But then he can see the rise and fall of his chest.
They burn Cas’ vessel, and for the first time in years Dean says a quiet prayer.
