We're excited to announce the DeanCas Anniversary Gift Exchange! And what better way to celebrate 1 year of marriage than with a little gift-giving?
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This is a DeanCas focused exchange run by kallen @disableddean, wes @siegenatural, and connor @sarahjacobs in conjunction with @turbohellserver!
We'll provide a bit of information about the exchange here, but you should definitely check out the info doc for more information and join the Discord server if you're interested or have any questions! The Discord is open to everyone, not just participants!
Jan 1 - Sign-ups Open
Jan 14 - Last day to sign up
Jan 16 - Assignments
[Weekly Check-ins]
Feb 12 - Gifts Due
Feb 14 - Gifts Revealed
VIDS - 15 seconds minimum length
FICS - 350 minimum word count
ART - Must at least be in the nice/clean sketch stage. If doing any sort of multi-panel/multi-sketch concept/storyline, it must be clean enough to read/understand easily
GIFS - 2 gifs
WEBWEAVES - Must contain at least 5 lines
POEMS - Must be at least 5 lines in length and must be proofread/edited.
EDITS/MANIPS - As edits are extremely variable, please use your own discretion here.
PLAYLISTS - 8 songs
This exchange is all ages, so all gifts must not contain any explicit/mature content.
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You ALL, every single one of you, went far above and beyond for this exchange!
Please note that some gifts don't have equivalent Tumblr posts! Those can be found HERE in the AO3 gift exchange collection.
my @dcanniversaryexchange gift for @lllorona 🧡 hope you like it
I saw you liked dadstiel & my brain started generating so many ideas that I forgot to read further.... I only saw your preference for catholic imagery and blood once I was done with the piece so sorry this is not bloody but hey at least there are some halos??
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Hello, this year I participated in the DeanCas Wedding Anniversary Exchange @dcanniversaryexchange and my my gift is for @ultimeter who requested a happy (happier) ending for Dean and Cas. I had an absolute joy writing it and I hope you all enjoy.
Ao3 5171 Words
Monday
Dean was freaking out; he had t-minus seven days until his and Cas’ anniversary and he still had no fucking clue what to get him. He had been thinking about it for months now nonstop, while painting the house, when he was working on baby last week and now while he’s making pancakes for Cas who’d yet to wake up. For the life of him he just couldn’t figure something out, they both already had everything they wanted.
Written for @forest-lad for the @dcanniversaryexchange!! I hope you like it!!
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Really it was Dean’s own fault when it happened. He was too busy focusing on his feet so he didn’t look at Cas. Which would be his downfall, quite literally. Cause without warning the former angel decided to step directly in front of him, and stop.
In turn this caused Dean to try and stop before bumping into Cas. But instead he just tripped over his own foot, knocking into Cas and making them both tumble to the floor.
It was either the best or worst thing to ever happen to him.
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Cause instead of catching himself he fell completely on top of Cas. His face crushing into the other man's ungently, lips connecting on the impact. Neither of them moved for way too long. They just laid there, bodies tense against one another, lips pressed in a dry, unmoving pressure.
Finally Dean seemed to come to his senses. He pushed himself up off the floor, feeling his face and neck heat up as he offered Cas a hand up. The former angel took it, using it to leverage himself off the floor.
Neither of them met the other’s eyes, and both were redder than a tomato.
“I believe I might go see if Sam has that book I mentioned”, Cas said after a few seconds. Dean was able to bring himself to nod just as he left the hallway, walking at a faster than normal pace.
Dean on the other hand went straight to his room to freak out a bit.
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Castiel was beating himself up for the accident not too long ago, as he sat with Dean to watch a movie. Dean had kisse- no, he didn’t kiss him. He simply fell... onto Castiel’s lips. And they hadn’t talked about it. Castiel wished they would talk about it, he could still feel Dean’s lips on his own, smell the hunter’s shampoo mixed on with gun oil and old books.
He just so happened to be thinking about those two things when he reached for popcorn, the bowl sitting in between them on the small couch. He overshot and accidentally grasped Dean’s hand.
The former angel was mortified and was about to pull back but Dean wouldn’t let go. He just interlocked their fingers and sent Castiel a small smile, face bright red.
Castiel didn’t know how to react to that so he just turned back to the screen, trying hard to pay attention as the characters did whatever their inane task was. All the while only thinking about how Dean’s hand felt in his hand.
He could attempt to describe it a million ways. Amazing, great, superb, fucking awesome (as Dean would say), etc. But there was only one word that truly captured how it felt. Correct.
Dean’s hand in his was correct and it felt silly that they hadn’t done this before. Especially when it was so clear that they were meant to be doing it all along.
When the movie ended and Dean pulled his hand away, giving him a shy smile and saying he was gonna head off to bed, Castiel couldn’t help but mourn a little bit.
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Great! First the accidental kiss (that Dean only regrets cause he doesn’t know how Cas actually felt about it) and then the hand holding! And was that purposeful? Cas seemed to tense up a lot after he did it, but he didn’t pull away.
‘Maybe he tried and I forced him not to’, he thought, and his blood ran a bit cold at that, but he shoved it away as much as he could. Human or not, Castiel was still plenty strong to pull away from him. And-
“Hello Dean”, an unmistakable, low, rough voice said, cutting off Dean’s inner rant. Cas stood in the door of the library, leaning against it, arms crossed. He was wearing a Ramones shirt he’d stolen from Dean and a pair of sweats. His hair was ruffled with untreatable bed head. Cas looked soft and Dean was overtaken with an overwhelming urge to hug him. To run his fingers through what is probably a nest of tangles, and hold him close.
He doesn’t though.
Dean plasters on a smile and replies back, a way too cheery, “Good morning, Sunshine”
Cas squints and tilts his head slightly, probably at the name and it has Dean kicking himself. But before he can say anything, apologize or explain, Cas is talking again.
“I was wondering if you would like to go to the Farmer’s Market with me? We can pick up breakfast on the way if you’d like”
Dean doesn’t even take a second to think about it before saying a rather enthusiastic yes, and telling Cas to just let him put some pants on.
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Castiel surprised himself by asking Dean to come with him, but he’s really glad he did.
They stopped at a little diner that they’ve been to enough times now that the folks there know them by name. Had breakfast just like Castiel promised they would. Their ankles locked under the table the whole time, both of their cheeks just ever so slightly dusted pink.
Then they went to the actual Farmer’s Market. Castiel was able to go to his favorite honey stand and Dean got some fresh fruit that he seemed excited about. Went on about the pies he was gonna make and Castiel listened to him happily.
During the ride back to the bunker Dean made the promise to teach Castiel how to bake. Or at least to let him help. This was after Castiel said he didn’t make a very good human because he couldn’t do something he thought he seemed fairly simple. Dean assured him it isn’t simple, but he’d help him out.
That’s how Castiel would find himself in the kitchen with Dean that afternoon. The other man was wearing a “kiss the cook” apron that Castiel was tempted to take literally.
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Cas seemed distracted as they baked. Which is why Dean tried to take him off of apple peeling and told him to start mixing the spices together. That earned him a frown and “I know how to use a knife, Dean”. Which made him feel sorta bad so he left him to it.
That turned out to be the wrong thing to do though. Not even a minute after he’d made the initial suggestion had Cas cursing under his breath as he dropped the knife.
“Shit, Cas, are you okay?”, Dean asked, not even thinking about it as he took his best friend’s hands into his own. The cut seemed to be pretty deep and was gushing blood rapidly.
“It’s just a small cut”, Cas answered but his voice sounded strained. Sure, it may be a small cut relative to what they’re used to, but Cas isn’t completely used to this. Hasn’t had nerves to worry about for long enough, his pain tolerance had to be relatively low.
Dean didn’t say that though, just took a clean rag from the cupboard on the far wall and came back to wrap his finger up tightly. He held it in his own hand, squeezing it tight, applying pressure to it. Cas hissed through his teeth.
“Let’s go to my room, I got some first aid stuff in there”, Dean told him. Cas nodded, and let himself be led out of the kitchen and down the hall.
They made it to Dean’s room without any hiccups, Dean still holding onto Cas’ hand. Once they got there though he released it and told him to put pressure on it while he got the kit out. Cas sat on the bed, doing as he was told.
It wasn’t long before Dean was kneeling in front of him, first aid kit open on Cas’ left side, the rag was discarded somewhere on the floor, Dean not caring much where it landed. He carefully cleaned the cut, the former angel letting out another small hiss at the press of the antibacterial wipe. Then Dean wrapped it in a bandage.
Without thinking he brought it up to his lips and kissed it, as though it would make it go away, or at the very least make it stop hurting.
A hand landed on his left shoulder, right over the handprint that’s been there for years. Just a faded scar now. “Dean”, Cas said softly.
He looked up at him. To his surprise his friend didn’t look upset. But he did look sad. Maybe a little shocked. And with that there was a smile in his eyes he couldn’t hold back like he could the one on his lips.
“Cas”, Dean said in return, smiling at him cheekily, kissing his hand again. This time on the back of it. Very suddenly afterward he was pulled up by that same hand, and almost into Cas’ lap.
Cas dropped Dean’s hand and cupped his face with both of his. “May I-”
“Yeah”, Dean nodded as much as he could. This time it wasn’t a surprise when Cas moved him forward, their lips meeting somewhere in the middle.
He’d be lying to say he remembered all of it, too happy that it was happening. But he remembered the next one. And the one after that. Before long they were just laying there, kissing, not even really making out. It was too soft to call it that.
They stayed like that for a while until Dean pulled away and buried his face in Cas’ neck. He felt arms wrap around him, holding him instead of how the other’s hands had been exploring a moment ago. Both of them seemed content to lay like that for a very long time. That is until Cas spoke, breaking the silence.
“I love you”
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Castiel hadn’t meant to say it. He hadn’t, but now it was out there. And all he could do was tighten his hold on Dean and hope the man didn’t get angry at him. He didn’t think he would. Surely he knew Castiel loved him in some way before this, right? And even if he hadn’t, Dean wasn’t the type to-
“God, I can hear your thoughts”, Dean told him, shifting in his arms so he could look Castiel in the eyes. Once green met blue he knew it would be okay.
Still he apologized and Dean snorted, shook his head at him. Before leaning down to kiss his nose, forehead, cheeks, then finally his lips. When he was done he met Castiel’s eyes again.
“Don’t do that”, he told him, smirking only slightly, or maybe it was just that Dean had a crooked smile, one Castiel loved so much, “Cause I love you too, and I ain’t sorry”
Castiel was sure he was blushing again but he just pulled Dean back into another kiss.
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They finished baking the pie eventually. Ate half of it in one go with some vanilla ice cream. They sat in the Deancave. 10 Things I Hate About You was playing and Dean wasn’t even going to pretend like he wasn’t loving it. Castiel outright expressed his admiration for the film.
They sat on top of each other. Dean tossing his legs over Cas’ legs. And Castiel used him as a human pillow, leaning against his shoulder so much Dean was sure he was holding him up at this point.
Once they finished eating they laid down in a mirror version of how they were laying on Dean’s bed earlier. Only this time it was Castiel who was on top, snuggled into Dean’s chest.
Dean’s left hand found its way to the middle of his back, rubbing it in soothing circles, the right one was in Castiel’s hair, playing with it.
As the credits rolled an hour and thirty-seven minutes later, Dean looked down at Castiel, kissed the top of his head, and then fucked up.
“We should get married?”
Or so he thought.
“When?”, was the reply that came from the man on top of him.
“Tomorrow, I don’t know”, Dean didn’t know why he kept talking.
“Do you know what tomorrow is Dean?”, Castiel asked now, moving so he could meet his eyes. When Dean didn’t answer he kissed his nose and smiled, “It’s Valentine’s Day”
“Do you even celebrat-”
“I did a couple times. With the cupids”, Dean winced at the mention of those... lovely angels. At the wince Cas snorted, “Yes, I would like to replace those memories with ones of you if you were being serious”
Dean stared at him for a moment before nodding. He pulled Castiel in and kissed him for a long moment before saying they’ll have to head out soon.
“Vegas?”, Cas asked, climbing off of Dean now. His fiancé nodded again and sat up.
“I’ll start packing, you go tell Sammy and Jack that we’re leaving”
“Of course”, Castiel smiled and stood, he stooped down to kiss Dean one more time before he left the room. “I love you”
i present early seasons dean and cas not knowing they would fall in love and that love would save the universe!!! this love IS treacherous!!!!!! i like it!!!!!!!!
hope you enjoy, i had so much fun making it <3 happy valentine’s day! && thank u so much to the mods @dcanniversaryexchange for setting this up i had a blast :)
ANGEL IN THE DETAILS: (it's like being married to a comet)
this little poem is for @crabs-but-better for the @dcanniversaryexchange! really hope you enjoy, jade!! i make so much sad poetry all the time that this was really a joy to write for a change wahh. (also i saw this piece by @skepticalfrog on thursday and went omg that's my poem...so if you enjoyed this piece you'll probably enjoy his too!!!)
