✨💚🎉 HAPPY NOVEMBER 5TH 🎉💙✨
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@incarceratedcastiel
✨💚🎉 HAPPY NOVEMBER 5TH 🎉💙✨
the first rule of canon destiel is to have fun and be yourself
the second rule is that attacks by the Empty can come from any direction
i have to blog i have to read fanfiction i have so many destiel rituals to take part in i love gay people
what do you mean this is a screenshot from s8 and not a leaked scene from the jackles reboot where dean goes into the empty to save cas and asks the shadow to let him go
Castiel summoning the empty in 15x18:
man who isn’t used to Good Things lasting for him, frantically trying to calculate how much time he has left with this one
ive barely had time to even watch spn let ALONE do any drawing, but i finally caught up last week AND I HAD TO DRAW THE HANDPRINT I HAD TO
ignoring my screaming, pls click for better quality
destiel // it all comes back - lord huron // watch on youtube
happy half a decade of canon destiel to all who celebrate!
seeing a mutual in my notifications is like being visited by an angel
nov 5 is anniversary dinner at the winchester household but it's like..no one talks about it. everyone gets together but they pretend like it's because it's just. you know. a regular coincidence! we're just hanging out! we didn't even look at the calendar! they're all laughing too loud and forcing jokes and being overly casual about it.
dean gets real quiet when there's a break in conversation or when he's alone. cas gets this look in his eyes like he's not where he is. if they can't bear to be separated on the day, well. no one has to know. or even if they do, no one mentions it. so they eat one handed and they hold hands under the table until their knuckles are turning white and they're just standing pressed together when they're supposed to be doing the dishes and they DON'T talk because they still can't figure out how to sometimes and today is definitely the day that is sometimes. and if they get hugged extra tight when everyone leaves, well. they don't mention it. they're grateful but they don't talk about it.
the first year, it's almost a wake in the house. well, there was no house then, but there was the bunker, and it was home. but yes. it was almost a wake, disguised as a celebration. they'd all crowded around the map table, sitting in chairs and on the surface and trading stupid stories and playing boardgames and throwing scrabble tiles at each other because that's not a fucking word, dean and then even when they'd tired of the act, they just sort of sat together and drank and said nothing like it was agreed upon beforehand that they weren't gonna let dean and cas be alone and dean had been so grateful he didn't know what to do with it. it was like this grief wasn't supposed to be there, you know? but it was. it was. and there was no ignoring it. but you couldn't let it drown you so you did what you could.
the year after that is more of the same, though the house had emptied before midnight . and yes there was a house by then. and a porch swing and deck chairs and kitchen windows and her gardens and retirement, even though dean didn't think he'd ever get used to the taste of that word in his mouth. dean woke up that year with a pit in his stomach and he'd panicked because cas wasn't there, cas wasn't touching him, cas was gone , gone, gone, but then he'd blinked his eyes open to see that cas had just curled away from him in the night, was still here, sleeping, soft and open mouthed, and dean could touch him without straightening the bend in his elbow and he did and he tugged until they were pressed together again and he'd closed his eyes and sighed. cas went somewhere far away during the day, and dean thought he was going to suffocate in the house because he didn't know how to bring him back, to make him aware of the ground under his feet. but then his family was there, filing into the house somewhere around noon, in groups of twos and threes. they brought food and wine and movies and they pulled at the arms of the men who'd turned hollow-eyed until something like light slipped back into them.
it's the third year now, and the dishes are drying on the rack and the house is emptied of its guests and the quiet is just a little bit more bearable than it was the year before but somehow that feels like enough, because dean's not drowning and neither is cas, even if the water pulls at their legs, and that's a damn win in his book. dean checks the locks on the doors and the windows of his house and brings cas an afghan, drapes it over his shoulders, pulls him close until he's lying back against dean's chest on the couch. and they turn on the tv and it's the kind of shitty programming that comes on when it's after halloween and not yet christmas and it's pushing 2 am on the oven clock, but it's good white noise, and sometimes cas laughs and dean feels it against his chest, in his bones, and he thinks that's all it's about anyway. that laugh's kind of the point of everything. so he sighs and hooks his chin on Cas' shoulder and doesn't say how scared he is, sometimes, even now, or how he doesn't want to close his eyes tonight, because he's not sure what he'll wake up to tomorrow and doesn't say that there's something stinging the back of his eye even if there's no reason for it. instead he just slips his fingers through Cas' and buries his nose in cas ' hair and breathes. and well, isn't that a miracle.
remember how destiel went canon in spanish and then we never found out why that happened
do i even want to know..?
date of origin: November 5th, 2020
i heard a rumor they’re making despair 2 and this time there’s gonna be tongue
I just want to say that truly he has been canonized to me now as a gay camp icon like. Immediately everhthjng he’s ever done has been iconic. Like I’m such a convert I can’t even explain. He does his little head tilt and I’m like yes work. Gay ass. I can’t even verbalize the intensity of my feelings
dean and cas are spending the day in bed holding each other close and dean keeps saying how man that was fucked up what you did. how did you manage to make me the happiest i've ever been and the saddest i've ever been all in one single moment. don't ever do that again. don't ever disappear on me like that again. and cas is running his hand down dean's back swearing that he won't. there are no threats, no enemies, it's just them. and dean is kissing cas's jaw and mumbling little i love you's, and cas is smiling that big goofy smile of his because it turns out happiness was in the having after all.
and they literally had a kid together
THEIR BABY
and he looks like both of them...
and he was born a mini castiel and started copying dean's mannerisms despite castiel being DEAD and dean wanting to KILL HIM... their BABY!!!!!!!
they were literally a family unit. homosexual father serial killer father psychologically tormented son female uncle. idk
nurse the jail blogs are out again
DEAN WINCHESTER YOU ARE THE FATHER