Destiel driven, Sam-lovin' and here for the long haul. Hate free and drama free. NOT Spoiler-free (Blacklist "spn spoilers" on tumblr saviour to avoid spoilers)
The good times are here (forever) and Dean’s looking for someone to share them with.
[Writing this gave me a little peace, and I hope it can do the same for you.]
Words: 1468, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Family, Found Family, Post-Episode: s15e20 Carry On, Coda, Post-Canon Fix-It, can’t believe i have to tag that now, deancas reunion, Dean Winchester Confesses Feelings for Castiel
I wrote a quick coda to 15X18 -- if you’re looking for Cas’s POV in the empty (and subsequent rescue by the rest of TFW 2.0) this is where you can find it!
Characters: Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jack Kline, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Claire Novak, Eileen Leahy
Relationships: Castiel & Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester (background), Castiel/Dean Winchester (background), Castiel & Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Gardens & Gardening, Castiel is incredibly old and we shouldn’t forget it, biblical verses out of context, Post-Canon, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Human Castiel in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), all romantic ships are basically background
Three times Dean reflects on the impact Cas has on his life
Words: 949, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of Suptober20
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Dean Winchester, Lisa Braeden
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: moments in time fic, Episode Related, Episode: s05e01 Sympathy for the Devil, Episode: s06e01 Exile on Main St., Episode: s04e01 Lazarus Rising, Rated teen for language
happy birthday, @theninthdutchessofhell! have some fluff, a birthday!Cas, and an amazing year ahead <3
"Birthdays." Cas declares, eyes flitting across the brothers as he dramatically tosses his head.
Dean ducks his head to hide his smile.
Drunk Cas being talkative, loud and unstoic — well, it was something he could get used to. It'd take way more of an effort to get a hang of Cas being able to get drunk in the first place, but he's sure he'll eventually get there.
"Yeah," Sam grins. "It's yours today."
"I know, Sam." Cas immediately throws back, tone bordering on annoyed. What a baby — Dean snickers, enjoying himself.
Sam shrugs noncommitally.
"Birthdays." Cas repeats, enunciating each consonant painstakingly. Then he turns to Dean, staring with enough purpose to weaken a stronger man — but Dean's Dean, and this, he's definitely used to.
He holds the angel's gaze, lips curving in a smirk.
"Such a weird word." Cas continues, completely straight-faced. There's a graveness in his voice, as if he might as well have just assigned Dean his next political assassination, or grievously informed him that they couldn't save his goldfish.
"Huh?"
"It's almost like —" Cas stops completely, squirming as he tries to remember the word. "Like," He begins, to no avail. Dean looks on with fascination, as Cas's face traverses almost the entire spectrum of human (or ex-angel, he isn't sure what Cas is anymore, but he avoids grouping him in with their unimpressive kind mostly) emotion.
"Bird day?" Sam offers, finishing off the last of his glass, and Cas whips around to stare at him with unbridled admiration.
"Sam Winchester, you're a treasure to mankind." He tells Sam proudly, earning a snort from Dean, and a bark of laughter from the 'treasure' himself, as he lugs himself to his feet with a relaxed 'that's my cue' look at Dean.
"So are you, buddy." Sam pats Cas, smiling toothy and pinkcheeked, as Cas pulls him in for a fierce hug. "So are you."
When they separate, Dean realizes he's almost done with his however-many-th bottle, and flings it at Sam who catches it in a rare stroke of luck. He proceeds to collect as many emptied bottles as he can in his ginormous arms, to drop off at the kitchen because he's a regular boy Scout like that — and then waves goodnight at the two of them before hobbling off to his room.
Cas reseats himself next to Dean, bright-eyed and satisfied.
"Bird day." He repeats, as if for validation, when Dean finds himself caught staring, though it's really not his fault — comfortable, content Cas has always been a weak spot, and he's too beautiful for him to help it.
"That's funny, I guess." Dean manages.
Cas's face scrunches, suddenly doleful. "Bee day would've been funnier."
"Hey, hey," Dean nudges him, as if that could get the sad glint out of his eyes. "Some people — not me, but you know, others — call it a happy b-day sometimes."
"They do?"
Dean nods.
"Oh." Cas sighs thankfully, the frown smoothening itself out. "I'm so glad to hear that."
And with that, he leans over to take a swig of Dean's beer, eyes crinkling at the hunter — back to normal, or as normal as happy-drunk Castiel was ever going to get — leaving Dean stunned in a sudden, overwhelming tornado of emotions.
It's like a switch had flipped.
A switch, stuck for longer than a decade in the middle, apparently the one holding Dean back from giving in all this time, and how badly he's wanted to give in, holy shit —
And now Cas has practically gummy-smiled it to where it should always have been; literally goddamn smiled, hazy-eyed and glorious, his way past the last, assumed-impenetrable wall of Dean's defenses, and his heart, because god-friggin'-dammit, he loves Cas, of course he loves Cas, and —
How had he ever imagined he could hold it in forever?
Blissfully unaware of Dean's revelation, Cas just frowns as he returns the hunter his bottle. "Dean, do you think anyone truly enjoys the taste of —"
Now or never, Winchester.
"— beer, or only tolerates it for the effects it has on their central nervous system, because —"
Dean draws a quick breath, tunes the voices in his head out, and leans in abruptly to press his lips to Cas's cheek.
Cas, obviously, stops speaking entirely.
Dean gulps.
Then slowly, Cas turns, lips parted, and starry eyes directed straight at Dean, and this time Dean doesn't even have to convince himself to go for it, and finds himself leaning closer to plant a kiss on Cas's temple.
Cas's smile grows wider, and Dean thinks he lets out a lightheaded chuckle.
"You humans," Cas ends up saying, shaking his head, tears glistening in his eyes. "And your needless tendencies to overcomplicate everything."
Dean blinks, pulled out of his reverie by Cas's unusual remark, but he doesn't get a chance to ponder — because Cas is cupping his face determinedly, leaning in, and finally, finally meeting his lips in a kiss.
It lasts all of a minute, really, but feels like twelve years worth of promises, and faith, and belonging — and an eternity of love.
"Happy Birthday, Cas."
Dean's voice trembles as he grabs the lapels of his age-old trenchcoat to hold him right there.
Cas doesn't seem like he intends to move either, for a very, very long time — though there's a smug lining to his voice when he speaks, and it's so exasperatingly the Cas Dean fell for, it's unreal.
"Such a weird phrase." Cas whispers back. "Almost sounds like 'I love you', wouldn't you say?"
"You're a little shit when you're drunk." Dean rolls his eyes, and kisses Cas again just because he can, now.
Cas kisses him back eagerly, and Dean wonders if he's accidentally acquired the remnants of Cas's grace when they pull apart, because he could swear this feels like wings.
even by winchester standards apparently, because the bunker is completely quiet. but cas remembers dean's text from when he'd checked in to inform that he was on his way — a frankly unreasonable >>> i'll wait up, that had been it, but cas knows he hadn't been kidding, and he makes his way to dean's bedroom.
"dean, i —"
it's empty.
he frowns, checks the time again. even if dean had decided, foolishly, needless to add, that he was going to stay awake until three am, as if the information cas had brought would stop being relevant if they waited till morning to discuss it — well, he'd still be in his room, wouldn't he?
cas had passed the kitchen on his way here, and there'd been no signs of him there either.
where else could —
there's a distant thudding sound, and the angel blade instantly slips into his hand, gripped tight in familiar stance. completely alert, cas races through the bunker, trying not to let fear seep in. they're okay, he promises himself, they'll all be fine.
(in afterthought, the noise had certainly resembled those the ghosts from dean's animated scooby-doo movies make, closely enough for it to not have warranted panic or alarm, but in his defense, cas had been a little preoccupied to pay attention to its intricacies.)
another sound follows, a smash this time, and a rather dramatic one — and cas realizes exactly where it's coming from, just a moment too late, already having barged into the deancave.
"cas?"
the panic starts to ebb the moment their eyes meet, and cas takes in the picture of dean — safe, comfortable, settled in his recliner, and tucked in with blankets — slowly, before he speaks up.
"hello, dean."
dean's face splits into an easy grin, and a wide one, winning a smile from cas as well.
"so someone finally decided to show up —" he starts, but gets distracted immediately by a third sound, shrieks from the talking dog they've somehow managed to get acquainted with firsthand — and cas can't help beaming at the screen, at his unlikely yet unforgotten friend, as dean pauses it.
"yes, i did tell you it would take me —"
"i know, i know." dean cuts him off, with no hint of malice in his dismissive tone.
his features are lit in the light of the television and nothing else, hair intensely messy and eyes crinkling as they adjust to the light surrounding cas who stands in the doorway, and of course, he's still painfully beautiful.
"you know," dean starts again, clearly sleepy from the manner of his drawl. "really missed you these last few days."
cas's eyebrows go up. "you did?"
"pretty much felt like a year." dean nods. "though that's not all your doing."
cas smiles again.
dean looks up at him, eyes lingering mystifyingly on cas's smile before he mirrors it.
"i see the deancave is back in order." cas points out.
"oh, right — hell yeah, man!" even sleep-addled, cas notices dean's voice can carry an impressive amount of enthusiasm. "mrs. b was complicated, definitely had her issues, but there's no doubt we friggin' needed her kind of thing for a week."
cas agrees, nodding. from what he's heard, she'd been good for the brothers.
he doesn't know exactly what transpired yet, because voice messages don't play, or get received in heaven, but the full story can wait.
dean needs to sleep.
(cas wishes he hadn't waited up — lack of sleep doesn't do any favors to humans' health, and with the curse of 'normalcy' now, the winchesters needed to stay fit even more — but it strikes him that some part of his being elates in the fact that he did.
still, he needs sleep.)
"oh, and guess what?" dean grinned again, pulling him out of his reverie. "movie night thursdays are back on."
cas looks at the fully functional television again, hiding a smirk. "is it supposed to be just you this time, or did sam and jack finally refuse to put up with a rewatch of this?"
"uh —" dean halts, then shrugs, seeming to melt deeper in the recliner. "a little bit of both?"
he looks cosy, and sated, in a way he rarely does — and if he'd been more awake, this would be around the time he'd yell at cas to stop trying to 'watch over him as he sleeps'. that hasn't been something he's done in a long time though, and right now, he can't tear his eyes away from dean.
"i see."
"mind you though," dean adds, almost interjecting again, but perhaps he just didn't hear him. he's gotten sleepier through the length of their slow, uneventful conversation, and it's showing in the way his eyes almost close. "you don't get to bail on me like that."
"of course not, dean." cas tells him seriously. "if it's tombstone for the seventeenth time, then it's tombstone for the seventeenth time."
"now that's what i like to hear." dean laughs, looking so truly happy in spite of progressively losing a battle against sleep, that it almost hurts that it can't be like this all the time. "you 'n me, cas. 'til the end of the line, okay?"
"you and me, dean." cas agrees softly, as dean drifts off. "till the end of the line."
