can u imagine. how it felt to be dean winchester. yearning and pining for 12 years over your angel boy best friend. you asked him out on dates and he repeatedly turned you down. you flirted with him. you prayed to him every night. you kept his moldy trench coat in your car. you made him a mixtape. can you imagine how it felt to stand in front of him as he cried and said all these things about how great you are. and then he says the one thing I want. I know I can’t have. he says I LOVE YOU. (!!!!!!!!!!!!) GOODBYE DEAN. and then he DIES
sam and cas disaster in-laws so true. but also! rowena and dean disaster in-laws is so underrated. they're failgirls together. they're so smart and so stupid and so femme together. they don't start any apocalypses but they do worse things like putting on blonde wigs for disguise and trying to take down demon pimps etc.
Like I said before… the mere existence of this collection of 100+ posts disproves the assertion that nobody would’ve believed it if Dean reciprocated in 15x18 🤷🏻♀️
wtfff literally ten minutes ago I was driving home and this song came on the radio and I cracked up THINKING about this video. What are tge fucking chances that it’s on my dash right now?
i think deans plays gay closet chicken with sam which means that he does/says increasingly gay things while trying to figure out where the line is that finally makes sam go "wait a minute"
he does not care if sam knows. this is just entertainment for him. how many times can he disappear to the men's room for an hour before sam starts questioning his digestive system? how many times can he call himself the meat man before sam gets that dean knows exactly what it means? what happens if he holds castiel's hand? gives him a little cheek smooch?
It's an early Tuesday morning in the bunker when Sam finally figures it out. Dean is in the kitchen leaning against the counter by the coffee pot when Sam gets back from his run.
Absently, Dean holds out an empty mug for him. He's squinting at something on his phone. Maybe he's finally figured out Twitter. Maybe there's a case.
"I'm good," Sam says, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the band on his wrist. He takes a sip from the Boba Tea he picked up on his jog back from town.
Dean looks up at the sound of Sam's slurping and grimaces.
"Ugh," he says, eloquent as always.
"It's good," Sam argues.
Dean's attention is already back on his phone. His thumb and index finger move in concert across the screen to zoom-in on something. He says, "The only way beads should be coming out of my ass is if I shoved them up there in the first place."
"What?" Sam says.
"What?" Dean asks.
"That's not–" Sam starts, then stops. Sometimes his brother is so ignorant that it's not even worth getting into. He shakes his head. A conversation about alternative lifestyles isn't what he came in here for anyway. There's a box of protein bars in the back of the cupboard with his name on it. Metaphorically, not literally. Nobody else touches them.
Sam's got the box in hand when Dean says, "Morning, sunshine."
Sam doesn't need to look up to see who Dean's talking to—it's always Cas—but habit kicks in and he glances up just in time to see Cas pad into the kitchen. He's wearing sweats, a too-big t-shirt, and a grumpy frown that could rival a toddler's at nap time. These days it's a fifty-fifty toss up on whether or not Cas needs to sleep. Looks like last night was a sleep night. Tonight might be one too.
"Hey, Cas," Sam says.
Cas makes a vague grunting sound in response and heads directly for Dean's cup of coffee. Not surprising. After years of Dean eating the angel's food, the not-quite-an-angel-anymore-but-not-exactly-human-either has taken to eating Dean's.
Dean holds his blue ceramic mug out to Cas. It's misshapen with uneven coloring and nobody's sure if it's actually safe to drink from, but Jack made it at the community center in Sioux Falls when he was visiting the girls a few months back; anytime Dean uses another mug, Jack gets an exaggeratedly dejected look on his face. Sam is pretty sure he's doing it just to fuck with Dean and it's definitely working.
"You up for a drive?" Dean asks. It's directed at Cas, but Sam figures he should pay attention too. It might be about a case.
Cas makes a vague noise that could mean anything from "I'll slaughter your entire family" to "Should I pack my mittens?"
"Great," Dean says. It's sarcastic but there's an undercurrent of affection, even if Dean would never admit it. He's so weird about his feelings, especially when it comes to his male friends. He's got this whole toxic masculinity thing going and it's honestly exhausting. If he could just pull his head out of his own ass, he'd see that–
He's… snuggling Cas. That's really the only word for it. Dean's got one arm wrapped around Cas' shoulders and his nose buried in Cas' hair and yep that's the sound of him placing a kiss on Cas' head.
And now he's murmuring something into the side of Cas' head, too low for Sam to make out.
And Cas isn't freaking out. He's… he's leaning into it.
What the fuck.
"Uh, what the hell's happening?" Sam asks.
Dean and Cas both look over at him in unison. Like they choreographed the movement. They both have a furrow between their brows, too, like their facial expressions are part of the dance.
Sam gestures helplessly at where the two of them are still more or less pressed together. Cas' face stays scrunched up but Dean's breaks into a giddy smile.
"Finally," he says.
"Finally, what?" Sam asks. "Are you two… together?"
"Sam," Cas says. He packs a lot of exasperation into that one syllable. Sam thinks it's unwarranted, even if Cas is trying to stave off Dean's impending sexuality crisis by avoiding the topic of conversation.
Well, too bad. They need to talk about it.
Sam asks, "Does Jack know?"
"Know what?" Jack asks, rounding the corner into the kitchen. He goes straight for the cupboard where the bowls are.
Sam looks at Dean, eyebrows raised. Dean still looks way too amused. Something isn't right.
Cas says, "About me and Dean."
Unconcerned, Jack asks, "What about you and Dean?"
"Yeah, what about us?" Dean says. It's directed at Sam. It feels like a trap.
Sam gestures vaguely to where Dean still stands with his arm around Cas. It's moved down to his waist.
"That you're… you know."
"What? What are we doing, Sammy?"
"Oh," Jack says, like he's figured something out and in the process lost all interest in the proceedings. More than anything he looks disappointed to find that the Fruity Pebbles are mostly just rainbow-colored dust. His bowl isn't even halfway full and the box is empty.
"Is Sam's gay crisis about Dean something we can do on the way to the store or do we have to stay in the kitchen until it's over?"
His face is so earnest that Sam is dumbstruck by the question.
Then, Dean starts laughing so hard that he loses his balance and slides down the cabinets til his ass hits the floor. Cas looks down at him fondly.
not to be serious about the absurdity of repetitive discourse or anything but like... if we lived in a world where supernatural wasn't a censored queer text, then maybe jensen ackles (who is an actor and not a writer and also, first and foremost, a businessman) could stand on a stage and declare that dean winchester is bisexual and in love with castiel. but we don't and so he can't, unfortunately.
this is not necessarily a blanket defense of the man himself and whatever he says, and you don't need to take it that way. it's just an awareness of the big picture situation. the inconsistency in how the topic of destiel is handled at conventions is just a symptom/repercussion of this enduring fact of life. the industry + fandom politics that created the uphill battle for destiel that we're all familiar with haven't gone anywhere, and the situation will persist until/unless canon continues and makes this more explicit. it's not new, will never be new no matter how many years this continues, and doesn't change the fact that dean is canonically bi and in love with cas.
I know this, you know this, we all know this. and while it is a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation, and no one asked for my 5 cents, I simply think we should all remember the joke of "no peace and never done" exists for a reason and then maybe find some inner peace about the predictable chaos.
at the end of the day, jensen ackles is not going to say anything novel, or give anyone any unequivocal, permanent, and suddenly consistent validation about this topic because he has too many audiences to please. his blessing is not something anyone should need anyway. the story is clear. the text speaks for itself. the censorship is even a plot point and something that shouldn't be forgotten for this very reason. and the truth of the characters and of canon is uncomplicated, even if the enduring real-world situation is not and may never be.
You realize that behaving as if real people owe you to agree with everything you say and throwing a tantrum if they don't repeat your headcanon word for word and just going around mocking/insulting them for hours is why fandom spaces aren't taken seriously and pointed as toxic? You realize this is a part of the problem right?
also like. i'm sorry but play stupid games win stupid prizes WHY ask the man directly abt destiel. some fans just so so desperately hinge everything on his support. just let him act weird around misha on stage and ask him vague things to twist him into knots.
ALSO i'm hearing the audience at this con was super hostile toward destiel fans and as is often the case with cons the way they answer questions IS affected by the vibes of the audience. just like how at J2 panels you'll get a different jensen than at jenmish ones.
idk like i can't really be bothered abt this esp when he's been chill abt the ship since the confession, commented positively on people's fanart, was excited abt the confession itself and gushed abt the handprint moment, and still always speaks positively abt dean and cas's bond. so he doesn't think dean reciprocates? okay. well good thing that's just his interpretation. which he's allowed to have. and we're allowed to think differently. yippie! i <3 open to interpretation. i <3 media analysis.
another thing i'll say before i shut up abt it is this con also doesn't allow recording. and to me tone / context / vibes are important in assessing these kinds of responses. that + the hostile crowd could definitely sway how i'd view his response. i'm a nuance girl and not prone to swift judgements on these things. there are and always have been so many factors at play when it comes to how things get handled at cons.
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