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I'm just having a really bad day and I feel horrible about something stupid that happened today. Is there anyway I can get some fluff?

They’re on a blanket spread across the grass, a picnic basket holding down one end and a bottle of wine, the other. Cas is sitting up, watching some birds pick at the grass a few feet away. Dean’s lying down beside him, half-asleep, head cradled on Cas’s lap. Cas runs his fingers through Dean’s hair and Dean hums in sleepy gratitude.

“We should do this more often,” Cas says.

“Mmhmm.”

“Not just the picnic but just… being together like this.”

Dean peeks one eye open. Cas smiles down at him so he won’t worry. He didn’t bring this up to make Dean feel guilty. They’ve had a lot of hunts lately. Saving people was a big part of their lives. Cas didn’t want to change that.

He’s botching this and he knows it. The picnic had gone better than expected. The pie Cas had brought especially was a big hit. Dean had smiled around his fork and asked for seconds.

“I mean… It’s that…”

Dean has both eyes open now. A little line forms between his brows. “Cas? What’s wrong?” He sits up and Cas immediately regrets ever opening his mouth. “Are you…” Dean swallows hard. “Are you unhappy?”

“No!” It’s too late to back out now. If he does, Dean will definitely get the wrong impression and worry.

Cas reaches into his pocket and pulls out the ring he’s been carrying for the past six months, waiting for the right moment.

Dean’s eyes go wide. “Is that…?”

Cas holds out the ring. “Dean Winchester. Will you marry me?”

Dean stares at the ring for a moment, then up to Cas’s face and back again. Cas opens his mouth to say something, but then Dean is on him, tackling him back into the blanket, lips crushing his lips.

“We should do this more often, he says,” Dean whispers to Cas’s lips, his cheek, his chin. “That was your build up?”

“What…” Cas struggles to formulate words with Dean atop him, hands roaming, mouth smiling and kissing and - “What would you have preferred?”

Dean pulls himself up to look in Cas’s eyes. “Dean. I love you. Marry me.”

“That simple?”

“Yes.”

Cas licks his lips. He nods. “Dean. I love you.” Dean laughs, but Cas continues, “Marry me.”

“Yes,” Dean says and kisses him. It’s broken after a few seconds for more laughter both from Dean and Cas, but they get it right eventually.

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The chapel’s parking lot is absolutely packed, so much so that Sam thinks he got the wrong address. He double checks it, but when he sees the Impala parked towards the back, he figures this is definitely the place. He pays the taxi driver and heads inside, hoping to get a fucking clue what the hell is going on.

“Shit,” Sam grunts as he dodges out of the way of a group throwing rice. He’s pretty sure some lands in his hair, but he’s too busy trying to find Dean and Cas to worry about it.

He’d gotten an urgent text about an hour ago from his brother, saying to get in his Fed suit and meet him at an address. Which was actually really vague and ominious, given that Dean never found cases on his own.

Probably Cas’ doing.

I really wish those two would get their heads out of their asses and start dating. They spend all their time together, they’re clearly good for each other, and if I have to awkwardly cough to disrupt another staring match, I’m going to shoot myself.

Maybe, he thinks as he watches a happy newly wed couple kiss in front of an altar, maybe they are already dating?

He dismisses the thought. He wouldn’t put it past his brother to be insecure about the whole ‘dating a guy’ thing, but he’s almost a hundred percent certain Cas is a terrible liar about that type of thing. They wouldn’t be able to hide it for more than a week without Sam finding out, that he’s absolutely certain of.

He’s less certain when he hears Dean’s voice coming from around a corner, only to find his brother talking animatedly with a couple of women in wedding gowns. Dean doesn’t sound like he’s working a case, and he definitely doesn’t look like he is, not with that tux. It’s almost like he’s here as a groom…

And then Cas walks over to him, wearing a matching tux. They even have the same little flowers tucked in their pockets, and Sam has the sinking suspicion that he was dead wrong about whether Dean and Cas are dating.

Sam stands there, dumb struck, as Dean waves goodbye to the women and smiles shyly at Cas. He grabs Cas’ hand and squeezes for fuck’s sake. Holy shit.

How fucking oblivious am I that I missed this?

… I wonder if Jody or Claire knows.

They better not fucking now. I cannot be the only one out of the loop.

“Dean,” he grits out as he storms over. “What the hell is this?”

Dean smiles widely at his brother. “Sammy! You made it!”

“We’re getting married,” Cas says, putting a steading hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You were never in any danger of missing the ceremony, though. We would have waited for you.”

“Psssh,” Dean snorts. “I told him to get ass down here, I knew he would.”

“This—” Sam waves his hand around the chapel. “This was your ‘emergency’? Fuck, Dean! I thought we were working a huge case or something. Not that I’m not happy for you, but I was starting to freak out a bit!”

“You did it to me first,” Dean says casually. He’s barely paying attention, looking around for someone. Probably the priest or justice of the peace or whatever.

“What? What are you even talking about—?” Sam’s face turns white. “Becky? Are you talking about Becky? I was under a spell!”

“I’m under a spell, too, Sammy.”

“Don’t say it—”

“The spell of true love, Sam. True love.”

“That and at least half a bottle of Jack Daniels,” Cas puts in. “Don’t worry, he agreed to the marriage while he was still sober. He also proposed last weekend. It’s a good portion of the reason we decided to stop in Vegas on the way north.”

“Did you not think to maybe, I don’t know, tell me?” He’s trying very hard not to lose his temper, but these two idiots are going to be the death of him. “As your brother and your best friend, I would kind of expect a little head’s up. A ‘hey we’re dating’ or something.”

Cas narrows his eyes at Sam and Dean raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him.

“Seriously?” Dean asks.

“We did tell you,” Cas says. “A few months ago. When we were at that bar outside of Phoenix.”

Sam tries to think back to what the hell they’re talking about. He remembers the bar. And lots of drinking. There was a bull riding contest, at least he thinks there was, but that’s when the night starts to get hazy.

Actually… now that he thinks about it, there’s a half remembered bit of conversation. Something crude Dean had said about riding Cas and Cas snarking back about how he prefers to do the riding. Sam had totally thought they were joking, and he’d meant to follow up on it—thought it might be a good way to segue into a serious discussion about their feelings for each other—but with the massive hangover all three of them had suffered the next day, he’d forgotten.

Before he can say anything now, though, the music starts playing and the ceremony starts.

It’s actually really touching. They both had written their own vows and Dean doesn’t dick around or make jokes during his. He’s completely genuine as he professes his love for Cas, tearing up a bit when it’s Cas’ turn to do the same, and Sam’s pretty sure this is the sweetest thing he’s ever seen and that all future relationships are ruined for him if they don’t have half this much depth and feeling in them.

When they head over to the attached bar after the ceremony, Sam can’t stop smiling.

“I’m really happy for you guys. Seriously. Sorry I was mad and freaking out, but for real… I’m honored to have been a part of your wedding.”

“Psssh.” Dean gives a dismissive wave and hides behind his shot glass, but the blush gives him away. “Whatever, Samantha.”

“Thank you, Sam,” Cas says. “It’s an honor to be an official Winchester, and I’m very glad you were there as well.”

Sam and Cas hug and Dean looks like he’s about to cry again, but instead he calls over the bartender.

“I’d like to order another round for me and my husband…”

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jhoomwrites

Telepathic Cas being able to hear all of Dean's ~naughty~ thoughts he gets whenever Cas is around. Telepathic Cas being able to plant thoughts and images in Dean's mind to fuel those thoughts while acting all innocent.

sorry anon, didn’t really get that second part in but definitely got you the first part ;)

Dean asks Castiel to stop listening to his thoughts, and Cas does. He does it for years, letting the Winchesters and other humans have their privacy because it seems only right that people have at least their own minds to themselves. Besides, he was never particularly good at it, anyway. He was too alien at the time, too angelic to truly understand and sort through the thoughts and feelings he was picking up on. It was all cluttered images and words or flashes of emotion.

All of that goes right out the window when Castiel becomes human.

He has some of his grace in there, somewhere. Not enough to be considered an angel, but just enough to make him more than human. He heals faster. Cold and heat don’t bother him as much. Occasionally he can still gather up the strength to smite lesser creatures (though it’ll exhaust him for a week). And his senses are a little stronger.

He learns the hard way that means his telepathic abilities are still there, but beyond his own control. Worse, his own understanding of humanity allows him to piece together exactly what those strange glimpses of thought mean.

The first few times are errant thoughts from strangers. A homeless man longing for food. A little girl who’s lost her favorite doll. A driver in a nearby car who’s looking for a parking spot. Little moments like that. Castiel tries to block them out—as his own person, cut off from Heaven, Cas completely understands the privacy Dean had asked for years ago—but he finds he can’t. He simply doesn’t have the control he once did.

It doesn’t matter much, anyway. Not when it’s silly things like Sam wondering if they’ve gotten enough laundry detergent, Dean thinking about the best guns to take on a case, or both of them thinking about food. It wasn’t like Cas was hearing all their thoughts every day, just a few here and there. Things they’d probably be willing to share with him, anyway.

Until one day Cas is doing yoga with Sam in the library.

Dean walks up behind Cas. Settles in and grabs his hips to hold him in place while Cas continues to bend over. His cock is hard, a firm line pressed right against Cas’ crack—

Cas loses his balance and falls over.

“Hey, you okay?” Dean’s there in a second to help him up.

“Yes, I’m fine.” He hadn’t even heard Cas come in, but there’s no denying that he’s certainly here and that Cas certainly picked up on one of his thoughts.

But Dean doesn’t seem all that affected, so it must have been what Castiel usually catches up on: a passing fantasy or stray idea. Nothing serious. Castiel does his best to forget it and move on.

Perhaps now that he’s aware of it, Castiel happens to pick up on more of Dean’s thoughts. Instead of thinking about music or the car or a case or even food, all Castiel gets from Dean are images of the two of them together.

Castiel tangled in Dean’s sheets as Dean rims him.

Dean sneaking under the kitchen table to blow Cas during dinner.

Dean pulling Cas close in the front seat of the Impala and jacking him off while he drives.

Cas riding Dean’s cock while kissing Dean senseless—

“Dean!” Cas croaks after yet another fantasy plays before his eyes. “You—you have to stop!”

Instantly the fantasy cuts off, though Dean doesn’t seem at all embarrassed. “Huh? What, was I chewing with my mouth open or something?” Dean uses the back of his hand to wipe off non existent crumbs and to put his sandwich down.

“No, it’s the—” He leans in close in case Sam happens to be nearby. “It’s the fantasies. I can see them and please, you have to stop.”

This time, Dean turns beet red.

“Fantasies?” he squeaks.

“I’m not trying to listen in.” There’s nothing defensive about his tone, just exhaustion. Cas really can’t keep being teased like this. “You’re just… loud. Very loud. Please try not to think about sex with me while I’m around, okay?”

Dean sits there, absolutely frozen. His mind is refreshingly blank, though, so Castiel relaxes and continues eating his cereal.

“So uh, just to be clear,” Dean says. Cas gives him his full attention, even though Dean won’t meet his eyes. “You don’t like the fantasies because…?”

“Because they’re confusing. You’ve clearly spent a lot of time imagining the two of us together, yet you’ve never pursued anything. It was easier when I assumed you had nothing but platonic feelings for me. The addition of sexual attraction…” Cas trailed off.

It makes being near you unbearable. Because apparently we can be friends and could even be lovers, but the only thing off the table is emotional intimacy.

“Cas…” Dean struggles for words for a moment, then gives up. Instead, more images float Cas’ way.

Cas and Dean on Dean’s bed. Cas’ head is resting in Dean’s lap while Dean reads a book and Cas naps.

Cas and Dean snuggled together on the couch watching a Star Wars marathon on TV.

Cas and Dean on a date together at a nice restaurant.

Cas and Dean, together, over and over in a variety of domestic, mundane ways.

“Oh,” he breathes. “That’s… that’s…”

“Any time you want to make any of those fantasies come true,” Dean cuts in. “I’ll be ready. And if you’d prefer me to keep them to myself…” Dean raises his hands in surrender.

Taking a moment to consider, a wicked smile crosses his face. He grabs Dean’s hand and starts leading him to his bedroom. “We’ll start with the yoga fantasy and then move on to the cuddling in bed. Then we’ll work through the rest of them one at a time.”

Dean laughs. “I am so on board with that.”

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43 Reasons to Love Misha Collins

1. He is kind 2. He is selfless 3. He is flawed 4. He is sarcastic 5. He’s seen the worst that the world and humanity can give and became the opposite 6. He loves freely and openly 7. He is passionate 8. He is messy 9. He is genuine 10. “Be kind to yourself so you can be happy enough to be kind to the world” 11. He is bright 12. He is intelligent 13. He is witty 14. He is sharp 15. When he realized how much of an impact he had, he founded a non profit charity that promotes small random acts of kindness and created a scavenger hunt that fosters creativity to raise funds for that charity 16. He is an incredible actor 17. He is the father every child needs 18. He is an attentive husband 19. He is a loving friend 20. “I want to live in a world where the word ‘normal’ is an insult” 21. He is real about life sometimes being complicated and confusing 22. He fights hatred with kindness 23. He is present 24. He doesn’t take himself too seriously 25. He wakes up early to hand out coffee at ComicCon, stays up late to serve dinner, because he gives love in spades 26. He values family 27. He supports everyone at once without ever knowing it 28. He recognizes and owns his mistakes and learns from them 29. He believes that people can grow 30. “Do what you love and the ‘good’ will follow” 31. He believes in the power of one person 32. He is proof of that power 33. He helps people living in the dark see the light 34. He allows people to love themselves, quirks and all 35. He understands things on a deeper level than most; he seems to immediately comprehend the meaning behind words and empathize with the experience even if he lacks a personal frame of reference 36. He stands up for those who can’t stand up for themselves 37. He fights on behalf of all 38. He sees beyond himself 39. He is vocal about injustice 40. “I am passionate about tea, running, the idea that we are bound only by the limits of our imaginations, and maple syrup” 41. The way his smile lights up a room 42. The way his laugh is contagious 43. The way he is unapologetically himself and in doing so, helps others do the same

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MISHA. WE LOVE YOU.

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Everyone thinks Dean and Cas hate each other, probably because they’re always arguing. Dean’s kicker for the school football team, and Cas is co-captain of the soccer team. Their usual topic of discussion: which sport truly deserves the name “football.”

“I run around a field kicking a ball with my foot. It seems really self explanatory.”

“It’s a ball that’s a foot long. Like, I don’t know what other name you’d be suggesting for it unless you wanted us to convert into metric for you.”

“Thirty point five centimeter ball does have a nice ring to it,” Cas shot back. He laughed as Dean wrinkled his nose, and added, “What about eggball? It is shaped like an egg—”

“Oh my god, not the egg thing again.”

All their other arguments really boiled down to them trying to gain a foothold in their football versus… football debate.

“You know, Cas,” Dean said as he sat next to him in Physics. “We did just beat the reigning champs, so like, as the higher ranked Lawrence High team, I feel like we kinda earned the name ‘football.’”

“Uh huh, if that makes you feel better. When we win states this year, I think the matter will be completely settled.”

That was how the whole school saw the Dean/Cas relationship: friendly (but constant) bickering. Somehow they failed to notice the other things. Like during practices, if Dean forgot his water bottle, Cas would run to get him one. Or how on particularly sunny days when Cas was on the “skins” practice team, Dean would be the one to give Cas sunscreen. They definitely didn’t see the cherry pie Cas baked for Dean’s birthday, or the hibiscus flowers Dean got Cas for his (“They’re supposed to attract bees.” “Thank you, Dean. I hope they do.”).

Both Cas and Dean had letterman jackets for their respective teams, almost identical except for the name printed on them. Apparently no one noticed that the one Dean always wore said Castiel and vice versa. And that one time Garth walked in on them making out in the locker room, no one believed him. It was too out there of an idea, and they assumed Garth was trying to pull a prank on them.

What they definitely did notice was when the two of them showed up at prom together, hand in hand. And even if some of the more skeptical would’ve dismissed that, every single one of them did a double take when they saw their ties. Dean was sporting a tie covered in soccer balls; Cas’ was one long football. And all night whenever anyone asked them about their ties, it didn’t matter which boy answered, they’d say:

“I’m wearing a football tie.”

What adorable dorks.

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Title: The Whole Box of Crayons Author: Nate Artist: Nonexistenz Rating: Teen Tropes: Soulmates, Bed Sharing Posting Date: September 13, 2017

Summary: In a world where you get colors when you first touch your soulmate, Dean has always had them. These people, labeled blatantly as Failed, usually get into arts but are frowned upon by the society. When a new person enters Dean’s life, he finds out it’s possible he’s already met his soulmate as a baby. Now it’s time to meet the five people that were born at the same time period and see if the shoe fits.

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Charlie had almost learned to say the word without stuttering. Most people had never heard of not having a soulmate, and they had to adjust around the phenomenon only when encountering one. It was scary to many and even though Charlie was one of the most liberal people Dean had ever met, she still had a hard time both using such a bad word to describe one of her closest friends and also, saying it out loud. It didn’t matter how many times Dean had told her that it was fine. She still harbored the thought of Dean secretly craving a soulmate. She wasn’t completely off track, either. Sometimes, Dean thought about the possibility of there just having been a mistake and that in reality, he did have a soulmate somewhere. Someone who was dreamy, possibly blue-eyed, and a bit nerdy over something the way Dean was nerdy over mechanical engineering and art.

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The Dean Is Bi Meta Masterpost

Full credit to @jenmisheel‘s masterpost, which I was looking for in my own tag, for my masterpost masterpost, and about 3/70 pages in I was like… I keep making masterposts of everything and one day I might want to do this one. Maybe today is “one day” - except “today” was “several days ago” and I still don’t think this is finished even excluding the knowledge new stuff will get added as long as the show keeps happening. But there’s enough here to get you started.

In interest of making it clear I’m not ripping off the other more famous masterpost etc here’s my usual disclaimers turned up to 11

- most of this is stuff linked on my blog unless it was under a cut anyway (because if this masterpost exists under the cut, so will all the links on my blog ‘cause you know I’m still here :P) This time I wandered around looking further afield a bit, but I linked from blogs that don’t seem likely to go anywhere (and I hope they don’t!).

- for the most part this focuses on discussion and fandom reactions more than 100% scientific proof. I mean obviously there’s loads of “this happened therefore Dean is bi” but I love the discussion and metaphor unpacking so there’s some lengthy and/or abstract posts, or things mired in fandom fun that make terrible told you so arguments but are very interesting reading.

- on the other hand a well-crafted shitpost of a paragraph to a line in length or even a no comment gifset can absolutely make the cut if it says everything as neatly as possible

- there is a great deal of discussion about how and why we ship and of course if we are “allowed” to. Most of these posts occur because someone attacks a meta blogger for saying “cucumber water makes you gay”, the meta blogger gives them a bemused look, a pat on the head, and whips up a long essay on the validity of shipping and defence of the humble sea cucumber in context as the resounding counter argument. So there’s a chunk of fairly argumentative & wanky posts.

- it’s relatively Destiel light because there’s a weird bias (addressed in some of these posts I put deliberately near the top :P) that “bi dean” meta isn’t valid when you make it all about your ship. Nevertheless I do ship Destiel and I’m not gonna punt a post from the selection process for being shippy or using Cas as an example to a wider concept than just Dean being in love with him & if you’re allergic this is not the masterpost for you.

That’s probably enough disclaiming. Enormous collection of links under the cut :)

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inacatastrophicmind

When SPN writers screw Cas’ character.

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A depressed guy moves into a haunted house with 7 demons, each corresponding to a deadly sin. But, they’re all trying to help him get back on his feet; Pride helps with self confidence, Lust helps him get laid, etc.

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I would watch the crap outta this like wow

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Envy: “Glut, back off the guy, okay?”

Gluttony: “I’m just saying he could stand to gain a few pounds! I made spaghetti!”

Sloth: “After we eat, it’s gonna be time for a nice nap. We’ve earned it!”

Pride: “Damn right we did!”

thanatosdementor-deactivated201

Just imagine the Catholic Church making a statement regarding this new tv show.

wombatking

Wrath does nothing but encourage him to punch assholes.

“You deserve better! That was YOUR parking space!”

“He’s like three hundred pounds of muscle, Wrath.”

“And you are 165 pounds of RAGE!”

Wrath’s advice isn’t great, but he means well.

inacatastrophicmind

Happy 43rd birthday Misha Collins.

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people who sleep with one pillow make me sick

thomasthetalkingengine

people who sleep with more than one pillow are shown to be more lonely and depressed

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Dean and his sexuality

The thing is.

If you portray a character as only ever actually purchasing yellow socks, and over the space of 12 years the audience sees him buying yellow socks a dozen times or so and when asked what colour socks he likes he says “I only like yellow socks”, then you are fully expected to think that he only likes to buy socks that are yellow.

That is fine. However…

Consider if every time he has been asked or it has been implied that he might like socks that are not yellow it has been in a hostile environment and admitting to liking red socks might culturally seem like a weakness.

Consider how the environment he grew up in made him believe red socks were culturally wrong and he maybe therefore just sticks to yellow because hey it’s not like he doesn’t like yellow socks too right?!

Consider how many times he glances at and full on checks out red socks when there are some nice ones available.

Consider how, when his best friend wears red socks he struggles to compute anything else in the room and eye-fucks the hell out of those red socks to the point that his brother is an awkward moose about it and has to clear his throat or change the subject on numerous occasions.

Consider how when the red socks are forcibly taken away from him he usually goes and impulse purchases some yellow socks. But over the years it seems to satisfy him less and less.

Consider how he is so desperate for red socks by this point that he’s stopped pretending so hard to his brother that he doesn’t want the red socks and is spending most of his time trying to get his best friend back to him who happens to have the exact particular red socks that he has been pining for for years.

Consider how, after a bunch of life changing events he starts openly admitting that even though in the past he said he only liked yellow skittles for instance, he now actually admits to liking the blue, green and red ones too and that his brother just has to learn to deal with it because he’s now just done and impatient with having to hide it all, “grow up Sammy”.

Consider how he starts actually saying outloud that there are some things that he hides, that he sublimates…

In conclusion:

It may not be explicitly canon yet that Dean is bisexual, but its a hella implied in the subtext.

Coupled with the fact that Dean has repeatedly and canonically admitted to hiding aspects of himself that he thinks are culturally seen as unmasculine eg. taylor swift, cake, fancy shampoo etc. To the point that in season 2 Sam actually tells him that he seems to be “Butch” and “Overcompensating”. Just saying. This is not new. This is not ‘Dabb ruining my favourite character’ or whatever, this has been there all along.

Coupled with the fact that in 12x05 he actually said the words “sublimation is kinda my thing”.

Coupled with the fact that 12x11 was a whole episode dedicated this. To explaining to the audience that Dean deep down is not who he portrays himself to be due to all the baggage he has accumulated over the years, heavily relatable to the whole ‘red and yellow socks’ metaphor. Also hella relevant in the whole ‘who are you’ discussions this season with the brainwashing, Alesha, Cas, the heart v brain v memories discussion. It is repeatedly shown that it is the heart that is who you really are, not the memories.

What I’m saying is it might not be canonically explicit yet but it sure is leading that way and this is not a new thing, it’s been in the subtext since season 1, it’s just only now coming to the surface as we are at the point in the story where Dean is starting to learn who he is and reconcile the old and the new within himself and accept himself for who he is.

This is not out of character. It is entirely IN character. You just have to have looked at who that character really is beyond the facade since the pilot to see it.

And hell, if a guy likes red and yellow socks why can’t he have both?

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Cas being into classical and Dean calling it old people music but he takes Cas to an orchestra some day

Dean encouraged Cas to find out what he liked now that he was human. What type of clothes were his style, not just things he’d inherited from Jimmy. What type of food did he like, not just what Dean and Sam had lying around the bunker. What types of books, movies, TV shows, games, and music were his favorite. And no matter what he picked, Dean was supportive in helping Cas get more of it.

When Castiel shyly walked into a music store and came back with about a dozen CDs of classical music, Dean wasn’t particularly surprised. It suited him.

“Cas, how old are you?”

“Depending on your perception of time, I’m million of years old, though based on my own perception, it only feels like millenia-”

“Uh huh. So you’re old?”

“Older than you,” he answered wryly.

“Oh, obviously. I mean, with all that old people music you just picked out.”

Dean had meant it as a joke, but Cas frowned. It was only a small frown, but in Cas-speak that was the equivalent of total heartbreak.

“Hey, sorry. I was just teasing. Ignore me. I listen to classic rock, for fuck’s sake. That’s old people music, too.”

Cas nodded in acceptance of the apology, but was reticent the rest of the drive back to the bunker. Dean knew he’d fucked up when he walked into the kitchen later and Cas immediately ended his conversation with Sam. As soon as Cas left, Dean turned to his brother.

“The hell were you two talking about that Cas didn’t want me to hear?”

Sam shrugged. “Music. I don’t know why he didn’t want you hearing it. It was just him asking if there were any classical music stations in the area, and I was trying to tell him about this one podcast when you came in and he kinda shut down.” Then Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean. “You weren’t a dick about his new CDs, were you? He’d been so excited to go to that music store you always go on about.”

“I was kinda maybe a bit of a dick.”

“I’d say I’m surprised but- Ow!” Sam rubbed where his brother had punched his arm. “See, this is why I’m not surprised- Ow! Quit it!”

Mercifully, Dean left his brother alone.

He stealthily did research on what Cas liked best. It mostly involved sneaking into his room and looking at the playlist Sam was helping him build on his laptop, but it still took a while for him to get what he needed.

“Cas, get in the car. We’re going on a roadtrip.”

“Okay.” Cas nodded and stood up. “I’ll get Sam-”

“Nope, not necessary. Just you and me, buddy.”

Cas eyed him suspiciously but followed him to the Impala. They talked on the drive about nothing in particular, mostly a couple cases they were thinking of looking into.

When they pulled into the parking lot of a theater, Cas didn’t say anything. When Dean handed over the tickets to an usher, Cas didn’t say anything. When they took their seats, front and center, Cas looked like he wanted to say something, but again he kept his mouth shut.

Then the curtains drew back and the orchestra started playing, and Cas didn’t have to say anything at all; the way his eyes lit up and the huge gummy smile said it all.

And when, halfway through, Cas reached over to take Dean’s hand in his, neither of them had to say anything. They knew.

ozonecologne

So it was @whelvenwings birthday 2 days ago!!! I’m sorry this is so late, but I’d rather give my fave fanfic writer a good present instead of something rushed and icky. Life happens sometimes.

ANYWAY happy belated (secret) birthday, Emily!

Castiel is an art student.

He wears hole-y jeans and hoodies in bright colors. His hair is an untamable mess and he rarely remembers to shave. His nail beds are always – always – caked in paint. He doesn’t do well with structure or authority.

Dean is a literature student.

A deep thinker, a close reader, poised and ready for debate, impeccably and almost obsessively clean. He abhors tardiness. He likes beginnings, middles, and ends.

Which is why partnering the two of them together on an interdepartmental humanities project is probably a really bad idea.

Let’s go back to the beginning.

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A Series of Accidents

Happy belated birthday, @fangirling-airi-style!!!

Based on my own gifset, because well - that’s how my brain works.

In Which Dean and Cas (accidentally) adopt Satan Jr. Enjoy!

It’s an accident, really.

Well, adopting Lucifer’s kid is.

Taking him to the bunker is a given.

What else are they going to do? Chuck the kid into the streets and hope some non-satanist finds him? Take him to child services when every demon on the planet will be eagerly looking for him?

So, yeah, they take Satan Jr. to the bunker with them, because that’s the only thing they can do. Kelly died, just breathing long enough to see her son and whisper “I love you”, the failure to save yet another life on their shoulders.

At least they got rid of Dagon, or Crowley did.

Hey, he saw Lucifer’s kid and didn’t immediately try to kill it, so that’s a plus too.

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Stay Quiet

“Hey, Dean.” Castiel looked up from his paper and cup of coffee when Dean stumbled into the kitchen, still groggy from another late night working. “Can I get you some breakfast?”

Dean shook his head and went straight to the coffee pot. He poured himself a cup and doctored it to his liking before taking a seat next to Cas. He held the hot mug tightly in both hands, venturing a small sip before committing to a bigger one.

“You came in late.” Cas said. Dean didn’t acknowledge him at all, and Cas had to suppress a laugh. Fuckin’ ray of sunshine in the morning.

“Did you have a good time with Sam?”

Dean shrugged and drank more coffee.

“I’m going in for a meeting this morning, but I might be home early. Everyone’s coming for movie night tonight.”

That caught a smile at least. Castiel got up and put his dishes in the sink and then grabbed his bag by the door. Dean watched him the whole way and Cas came back to kiss him. “I love you. Text if you need anything?”

Dean nodded and laid his head on the table. Cas rubbed his back and leaned down to kiss him again, just behind the ear. “Maybe a nap?” he whispered and kissed him again before he had to go.

******************

“I don’t know why we even wasted the time on this case.” Castiel complained to Charlie as he tossed folders onto the looming stack on his desk. .

“At least they paid us for it?”

“But they essentially voted to continue alienating their customers. I don’t understand-” Castiel cut himself off and took a deep breath. “I want a better screening process. I don’t like putting my time into people who don’t actually care about their customers.”

“I know. I’ll look at the interview process and see what we can change.” Charlie said. She started out of Castiel’s office, but he spoke just as she started to close the door.

“You’re still coming tonight, right?”

Charlie popped her head back in. “Would I miss a Friday night movie?”

“Good. Dean is always happy to see you.”

Charlie nodded and cleared her throat. “So…. any progress? With Dean?”

Castiel turned his eyes back to his computer screen. This question. It was the one he hated the most and the one most frequently asked by everyone but Sam and Jess.

“He’s doing really well. He’s working with a gallery again, so he’s really happy about that.”

Charlie nodded, but didn’t push further. Cas knew she would evaluate for herself when she saw Dean that evening.

“Okay. He seems like he’s in a good place the last few times I’ve been over.”

Castiel nodded. “He is. You look at the interview stuff and I’ll close out this case, okay?”

“Sure thing.” She said, and closed the door behind her.

If someone had told Cas right after the incident that their lives would change and be better for it, he would have punched them right in the face. No shit, it changed. There was the surgery to remove the ruptured spleen and then another to put his arm back together and then physical therapy that kept him in the hospital for a few weeks. They were managing it all well, but when the doctors concluded that the loss of Dean’s speech was due to the psychological trauma and not physical injury, Cas hadn’t known what to do with that information. He knew vaguely that this had happened to Dean before, but not the details. In the meeting with the doctor and the therapist Sam and Bobby tried to reconstruct what they knew- Dean had gone three months without speaking after witnessing his mother’s death in a house fire, and almost six months after his father died in an accident that almost killed a teenage Dean and Sam as well. A nearly fatal mugging certainly fit the pattern of trauma induced selective mutism that Dean had adopted.

But now, five months in and all of his physical injuries healed, Dean and Cas had adopted a second language that only they spoke. When they were both home it was quiet. Dean no longer filled empty space with conversation, and Cas had never felt the need to in the first place. Instead they sat close and conversed through touch and an elaborate use of eye expressions. Before the incident Sam has called it eye fucking, but now it was conversation.

It was amazing how much they could say to each other now with just a look. Castiel already had three years of practice in reading Dean’s expressions, but now he was an expert. For the first few months he found himself always trying to find any hint of discomfort or stress in Dean’s face, but now he could read most everything if Dean didn’t close himself off during his depressive days.

Castiel opened files and sorted papers, consulting his computer a few times, but ultimately after several minutes had to admit to himself that he was just moving things around without actually accomplishing anything. It was okay to take a break, right? He stood and stretched, and almost on cue his phone buzzed with a text from Dean.

Going out tonight instead of movie

Everyone is already planning to come to our place.

They are coming with us. Dinner

Everyone?

Yes

Do I need to make a reservation?

Sam did

Okay. I will be home soon. Did you catch a nap?

I’m working

Cas sat back down in his chair. He needed to work too, but he just couldn’t think. After looking around at the stacks he’d made earlier, he made a deal with himself to leave as soon as he closed out the case.

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