When discussing how this whole name thing works Fallen!Cas and Human!Cas take one look at each and agree that Angel!Cas is Castiel. Fallen!Cas and Human!Cas then argue if one of them should be Cassie and the other Cas but neither can agree so theyāre just Cas and Cas. Itās all about the intonation. Angel!Cas is secretly upset that that he isnāt Cas but never letās it show.
(And Human!Cas can not believe how horrible Fallen!Cas and Angel!Cas are to live with some days. He loves them both to death but honestly, has Fallen!Cas never heard of coasters? Does Angel!Cas really need to slam open every door?)
I don't know who needs to hear this but you need to stop dehumanising people even if those people are "abusers" or "creeps" because you need to understand that you are not immune to doing something equally as bad
Abusers and creeps are not some species of especially heinous animal or alien or monster wearing the face of a human. They're people. And you NEED to drill it into your head that they are people because you NEED to remember that people are capable of doingn heinous shit. And you are a person. And your loved ones are people.
By emotionally classifying people who have done heinous things as subhuman filth incapable of thinking and feeling and acting just like you and me, and by using that emotional dehumanization as a reason to deny those people any compassion or support on a systemic level, you risk becoming blind to abuse/violence perpetrated by someone close to you or even yourself. Because if "abusers don't deserve rights", then you won't ever want to admit or accept that you or a loved one is perpetrating abuse, and that makes stopping the abuse or preventing further abuse much harder. This is how you end up excuaing abusive behaviour on the grounds that, since you don't see someone as a disgusting subhuman pile of garbage therefore they can't possibly be An Abuser, Trademark
And here'a the even harder pill to swallow: since the world isn't split into "abusers" and "good people", in the same way you or someone you love can inflict abuse/violence on others, the people who HAVE inflicted abuse/violence on others can, in fact, change and become better people
There is no bottomless chasm of moral uncleanliness that someone can run off and fall into and get stuck in forever. People can do better. Yes, even those people. You HAVE to accept this. Otherwise not only is there no motivation for anyone to try and do better (which is when people become stuck in a cycle of violence and abuse they don't want to escape), but your idea of a perfect justice system doesn't look any different from Literal Christian Hell. And I HOPE you understand that Literal Christian Hell is, to put it very lightly, not a good justice system.
Castiel would be a hit on Tumblr, heād post some actual real shit he experiences likeĀ āhate when you get dust in your eyes in ur middle pair of wings bc itās so hard to shake those to get the dust out without getting dust on your other pairsā orĀ ādo you ever get tired of processing information across five dimensions and have to close down some of the wavelengths to a more manageable three?ā and ppl on tumblr would be likeĀ āoh meā
Castiel believing the people who relate to his blogs are other angels in hiding and he builds himself a little community of weirdos who say āSameā to anything else Cas posts
Cas starts posting asking for advice for stuff and people are just so happy to help and support him, talking to him on his level like itās the most natural thing
I think Cas would be at home here
Sam and Dean use Reddit the same way unemployed people use Linked in
demon dean x belphegor x leviathan cas x souless sam x crowley x ghoul adam x lucifer
Well, that's just a sinful, highly independent, dark polyship. It would be so toxic and then they'd just start erotically killing each other and bargaining for stakes and hierarchy in the relationship.
[A Supernatural episode where some sort of object from heaven has fallen into a specific town and it makes angels lose their inhibitions so there's like open angel fights in the streets, demands of worship from humans on pain of death, storms of frogs, that kind of thing. Sam naturally calls Cas to ask about it and he says he'll come check it out, but then when he learns what it's doing...]
Cas: Ah. Um. And Dean is with you?
Sam: ? Yes, man, obviously Dean is with me. [Exchanges a what the hell? look with Dean, who is listening]
Cas: (lying) I think....yes it would be better if I stay here. I need to....swap over the laundry.
Dean: [snatches the phone] Cas, will you just get the hell over here? People are dying! Your tighty-whities can wait. We can't even look at this thing without being arc of the covenant-ed.
Cas: (annoyed) Dean. The spell will affect me. I am still an angel.
Dean: I'm sure you can handle a couple of party drugs in your system. Get here. Now.
[Dean hangs up and turns to Sam]
Dean: What's Casās problem?
Sam: (puzzled, but not too concerned) I don't know. Maybe he's worried about losing his inhibitions?
Dean: Cas? Mr Uninhibited? The guy watched porn in front of us. He chats with people at the urinal. If he wasn't born into that coat, he'd have be letting it all hang loose from day one. What's he afraid of doing?
Sam: I don't know. He's weird. He's Cas. What I do know is [plot details].
[After Casās arrival he specifically avoids Dean wherever he can, which annoys Dean so he pushes to be the one to investigate the source with Cas (an abandoned warehouse full of demon guards, it's a stealth mission) while Sam takes the other side of the building. Throughout Casās time in town, he has stuck his hands into wet cement, followed a ladybug into the road without looking and almost caused a pile-up, and pulled Sam's hair 5 times when he put it in a ponytail, so Sam is glad to abdicate responsibility for him for a while. Cas is cagey, tense, and won't look at Dean. He keeps his hands shoved into his pockets.]
Dean: [faux-ingratiating, he's annoyed] So, how's your day been sunshine? Mine's been great, thanks so much for asking.
Cas: I didn't ask. [He speeds up a few paces to be ahead of Dean. Dean rolls his eyes behind Casās back.]
Dean: Yeah, I know. You haven't said more than 3 words at a time to me since you got here. Are you mad about something? Sorry to have interrupted your spa day, but the people of this town need our help.
Cas: [unthinking] I know. I always admire your willingness to help. Your expectation for me to do what I can has changed me for the better. [Stops. Tightens his jaw. He didn't mean to say that.]
Dean: [sarcastic, won't take a compliment] Gee, thanks, I bet you say that to all the girls.
Cas: I don't want the girls. [Visibly annoyed with himself, he starts striding off faster]. It's this way.
Dean: oh, really it's further down the corridor which has no turns, thanks Streetwise.
Cas: stop talking
Dean: oh, you'd like that wouldn't you, just shut up and look pretty, well, you know what, Cas-
[Cas whirls around, grabs Dean's arm and pulls him into a handy store room, cramped with machinery, just before 2 demon guards come past. Dean holds his breath watching their shadows pass under the door as the two demons chat:
Demon 1: don't you ever get tired of working overtime to get a couple of souls here and there? Don't you think-
Demon 2: For the last time, Loncus, I'm not joining your pyramid scheme scheme.
Demon 1: it's not a pyramid scheme, it's called multi-level marketing...[their voices fade out as they pass by]
Dean: (joking) I think Loncus is ready for a timeshare in Miami, what do you think, Cas? [Dean looks to Cas, chest to chest, relieved and ready to joke about the demons, but does a double take. Cas looks almost feverish, panting, straining to keep still, his eyes darting around Dean's face and sticking on his mouth before he tears his gaze away with effort]
Dean: ...Cas?
Cas: We should go.
[Cas moves to do so, but Dean bars the door with his arm]
Dean: I don't think so, Speedracer. You're going to talk to me first.
Cas: (very frustrated) Dean!
Dean: Cas. They're going to be coming back this way pretty quick anyway. [Cas silently concedes, ungraciously] Come on man, you've been acting like I've got leprosy all day. If I've done something, you gotta tell me, because I'm obviously too stupid to figure it out. What did I do?
Cas: (evasive) you haven't done anything.
Dean: I'm calling bull on that. This spell is supposed to bring out what you want to do if there wasn't any fallout, right? So either you're holding something back, or you've always wanted to tell me to stick it, and I don't think it's option B.
Cas: (begrudging) it's not option B.
Dean: great! We're getting somewhere. So what do you want to do, Cas? How can we get back to square? You want to hit me? You wanna cuss me out?
Cas: [frustrated laugh. He does not want to hit him.]
Dean: (excited to be getting somewhere, and frankly a little excited at the concept of being hit) Yeah? You want to beat me up? Take a swing, man, I don't care. If it'll get you out of this weird mood, you can do whatever you want to me. (Seeing Casās self control wavering, hyping him up) Yeah, that's it man. Hit me. Hit me. I've got a real punchable face, hit me, h-
[Cas interrupts Dean by stilling his chin with one hand, and kissing him softly. It's quick, and almost chaste if not for the flick of tongue at the end. Dean is stunned silent, which makes Cas a little smug]
Cas: that's what I want.
Dean: (dazed) oh. (recovering into flirty mode, starting to smile) that's all?
Cas: (with heat) no.
Dean: how about you do what you want, then?
Cas: If I did everything I wanted I think you'd die. I want to pour myself into you. I want to hold your soul in the cradle of my being, and stretch you over myself until I am all but consumed. I want to wrestle your spirit into submission and be commanded by your smallest will. I want to destroy you and recreate you with the care I lacked when I made you after hell infused into your every blood vessel. I want to overwhelm you with ecstacy until the only thought you can bear to have is repeating my name. I want to absorb every atom of you.
[A beat. Dean absorbs this. He doesn't know whether to be scared or horny.]
Cas: (a little self-deprecating, knowing it's an anticlimax) I also want to make out.
Dean: (relieved) yeah, yeah, making out sounds good. [They make out for a few seconds, then Dean pulls back] Wait, wait, this is you right? It's not like, implanted by the spell?
Cas: (flatly, he wants to keep kissing) what do you think.
Dean: (giddy) okay, great. [More kissing] Wait- we should probably go and find it though, right?
Cas: [biting down Dean's neck] Sam can handle it.
Dean: But what if-
Cas: [pulls back and looks annoyed/horny, his shirt half open, his hair a mess] [a beat.]
Dean: Sam can handle it. [Launches back into the kiss]
[Cut to Sam, fighting off like 5 demons with the other co-star of the episode (perhaps Garth). They only barely manage to win the day.]
[Outside the building, Sam and Garth have their case debrief, and Dean and Cas stumble out of the building partway through. They're very rumpled, and Dean has hickeys running up his neck. Dean and Cas have swapped ties.]
Sam: finally. What the hell happened to you guys? We were hanging on by our fingernails in there.
Cas: We were-
Dean: [interrupts with a wink to Cas] We were jumped by some demons. I was, uh, distracted.
Sam: I'll say - did one of them get your neck? Rookie error, Dean.
Cas: (deadpan teasing) yes, Dean. You were very sloppy.
Dean: [squawks of delighted outrage]
Sam: Whatever. How are you feeling now, Cas? Impulses under control?
Cas: I believe so. I am feeling very...satisfied.
Sam: (suspicious, but shrugs it off as Cas being Cas) ...right. Do you want to follow us to the Bunker in the truck?
Dean: Actually, how about you drive Baby this time, Sam? I'll ride with Cas. I want to see how it's handling, Cas said it was making some noise or something.
Cas: (confused) there's nothing wrong with-
Dean: (slowly, with raised eyebrows and eye contact so Cas knows he's speaking cryptically) I said, I want to ride with you.
Cas: oh! Yes, yeah, there's a problem with the- uh, the steering.
Dean: We might even have to pull over to get it all the way fixed.
Cas: (heated) Yes. I think that would be best.
[Dean clears his throat and looks away from Cas, tempted to kiss him again right there.] You just keep on going Sam, we'll catch up.
Sam: But-
Dean: [tosses keys to Sam while backing away to Cas's truck] Don't ride the brakes! [Scampers off]
Garth: (paternally magnanimous) Don't worry Sam, I'll ride with you, I got the bus. You won't be lonely. Hey - it's 5.45! The all-state yodelling competition will be airing on 808.213! Hoo boy! You and me are going to have more fun than two pigs at the slop factory!
[Credits]
Sam: [absorbs this with politely hidden dread] sounds great Garth.
[Post-episode stinger setting up big bad stuff, completely irrelevant to the events of this episode]
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