Gotta have more DESTIEL

Destiel assbutts.

[carryondestielson]

I dedicate this to my Grandma, who died a week ago yesterday. Sammy was her favorite character and I can’t help but think of her when I watch it now, anyway, let’s bot make a silly post sad, but, love you Gramma.

[valleydean]

imagine one night dean has a dream that he gets married and he tells cas about it the next morning. the wedding was nothing big - just a small ceremony in the backyard of his childhood house in lawrence. there were beers and a barbecue after. everyone was there: jack and mom, jody and donna and the girls, charlie, bobby. hell, even rowena was there. sammy was best man. even some people they’d lost along the way where there: kevin (mrs. tran came, too), benny, ellen and jo and ash, bobby and charlie from their world, missouri moseley. dad. pastor jim officiated.

“It was the perfect day,” dean says a little wistfully, even though he could never actually have it.

“Oh. That sounds…. nice,” cas says in return, but he seems sad and dean doesn’t know why.

as the day wears on, cas’ becomes even more distant and depressed. whenever dean asked him what’s wrong, cas says “nothing” or “i’m fine,” until the evening rolls around and dean can’t take it anymore.

“What’s the matter with you?” he demands.

and cas sighs in that heavy way he does, and says haltingly, “You dreamed about your wedding. You called it perfect.”

“Yeah?” dean prompts.

“I wasn’t there.”

“Of course you were,” dean says. “Who do you think I married?”

[dadstielkline]

Msha Collins is big dick energy

[soldierboyfriend]

[sam]

[castiel]

[dean-sam-winchesterbros]

[ughnee-blog]

based on this post (x)

[carryondestielson]

Oh yes.

[sammyssassbutt-deactivated20161]

HE LOOKS SO HOT 

[itsfuuh]

[castielplusmisha]

[x]

YOU CAN SEE THE ABSOLUTE TERROR ON THEIR FACES OMG

[carryondestielson]

God their pupils look so big 😂

[perksofmyfandoms]

[jaredandjensen]

[carryondestielson]

SAME

[uniqueflowersandwich-deactivate]

I love this!!

[amordelfriki]

Ahhhh, here we have the classic hopeless microphone headbutt headshake. 

But, seriously: these are 10 minutes apart and even their facial expressions are identical and both were caused by Destiel/Cockles related shenanigans.

[cassammydean]

Misha Collins’s Cheekbones in Liberty Heights

[okcupidescapades]

one time when i was a little drunk and laying in bed with a guy, i kissed his neck and mumbled “i could beat the shit out of you” in his ear.

he said “i know”

[firstjumperonfire]

imagine your otp

[carryondestielson]

Destiel🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

[stillbeautifulstilldean]

Still waiting for the moment someone asks dean ‘do you believe in angels?’ and he answers ‘only in one’

[tattooedsam]

can you imagine if after all of our bitching about destiel they made sastiel canon lmao

[boykingdom]

There is a very specific kind of fragility prevalent in the air every time Dean and Castiel can work up the bravery to speak to each other.

There is a place in both of their chests that’s been gilded with glass and hollowed out through time, sitting open and cold and waiting, always waiting, for the other person to take up residence. It’s a dull pain each time they breathe too deeply or think too hard–waiting and waiting and waiting. 

(Dean, in particular, has picked up the incredibly vulnerable habit of–only while laying in his too-big bed late in the night–bringing two fingers to his sternum and attempting to soothe the pain of longing which resides there. It never works. He never really expects it to.)

Castiel speaks to Dean like one wrong word could lead to shipwreck. Dean looks at Castiel like looking too hard could cause him to shatter. Like every tender thing they have between them could turn to shards on tile floor, and Dean would be left with bleeding hands and a mess he doesn’t even know how to begin to clean up.

There are cracks that splinter in their relationship; cracks that manifest in the way Castiel will sometimes breathe out the words “I love you, Dean Winchester,” to the walls of his room, or how Dean will sometimes wake up hard and aching and gasping the name of someone who’s not there.

This all added up to a fact that both of them, terrifyingly, knew as sure as death and taxes: one day, something was going to have to break.

And it breaks like this.

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