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The Devil in the Details (SPN SPOILERS) Pt 2
THIS IS ALL ABOUT LUCI AND CAS AND HOW I AM DYING
LUCIFER IN CAS’S BODY CAN WE ALL SCREAM ABOUT THIS? Luci can see everything inside Cas’s grace. His memories, his feelings, everything. He knows about the times he’s watched Dean sleep, the times he fought in Heaven, the times he heard Dean’s prayers and couldn’t answer. Luci knows of his every failure and every success. He knows about Hannah and Claire and Charlie. He knows about it all.
ALSO, my biggest thing is this. Back when Dean go dumped into the future by Zachariah, he encountered a crazy world of death and hopelessness. 2014 was supposed to be it, the end. And Luci told him then
Luci NEVER specified that he would be using Sam as a vessel. He just suggested that they would also end up like that, Dean dead at his feet. It’s past 2014 in SPN world now, meaning the time has come. And like everyone predicted, Lucifer has returned from the Cage. But this time, as Cas. Not Sam, as everyone thought.
This leads me to believe that the eventual face off between Luci and the Winchesters won’t be both Sam and Dean against the Devil. it will just be Dean and Luci. Luci in Cas’s body. And Luci knows how to play Dean, knows that he won’t harm Cas, which he’ll see in Cas’s memories of their physical altercations (minus the one in season 10). Luci will play Cas as long as he can, and when the reveal happens, Dean will be furious, may even try to gank the devil again. But he’s gonna do what he always does, he’s going to try to talk Cas out of it. Just like in the crypt episode, and just like earlier this season. He’ll see some light in those blue eyes and know his angel is still there. And he’ll talk to Cas, tell him he’s sorry, tell him that he cares, tell him that he’s needed. The Dean needs him. And MAYBE FUCKING FINALLY Dean will tell Cas he loves him. And that will be it. That will be how Cas wins. Or it will be his last words. And Cas will have to watch as his own hands kill his reason for living. His reason for doing anything. He will fight the Devil and win or lose, it will be for his Righteous Man.
SO yeah. i’m all kinds of fucked up about this
I both love and hate this...
i can’t wait for the gag reel of this scene lol
Can we really be sure this isn’t already the gag reel for this scene?
Headcanon that one day, while they’re driving home from a hunt, Sam comments on how beautiful the sunset is, with all the oranges and yellows, and Cas asks him what orange and yellow look like and that’s how the brothers find out that angels see in something similar to inverted colors/infra-red. Something like this:
While it answers the question of their superior eyesight, it’s not nearly as pretty as what humans see. So Sam and Dean burn some cheap glasses with holy fire because they already know it lets them see things they normally can’t. Then they take Cas outside when the sun starts setting and Sam slides the glasses onto his face.
Dean watches closely, asking if things look any different.
But Cas doesn’t seem capable of answering. His mouth is hanging open and his eyes are wide behind the glasses, snapping this way and that, landing on the dirt under his feet and then the gnarled tree growing close to the bunker’s entrance and then up at the sky where the sun is sinking behind the trees, and Dean knows that the angel is seeing things like they d now, in vibrant, warm colors, and he can’t stop the grin from spreading over his face, huffing a laugh when Cas reaches up to push the glasses higher on his nose.
The soft sound draws Cas’ attention and Dean’s laugh catches in his throat when the angel turns wide, ocean blue eyes one him.
Castiel blinks slowly, one corner of his full lips pulling up in an awestruck smile as he stares into Dean’s eyes.
Castiel reaches up and Dean can feel the soft pads of his fingers flutter over the skin just under his eye.
“Green…your eyes are green.”
I am dying here...
Detention by bettydays
[20k words, hs!au, punk!cas, jock!dean, nsfw, tw apply]
“You got some pretty panties there, Winchester,” Cas says, and reaches down to put two fingers into the waistband of Dean’s jeans, underneath the lacy elastic. *** Wherein Castiel Krushnic learns Dean Winchester’s biggest secret and exploits it for all it’s worth.
My surprisingly well-taken dubcon fic has finally come to an end. For those who haven’t read it yet, please heed the warning at the beginning. This fic is not for the faint of heart.
[punk!cas cred x & x]
As someone who isn’t typically a reader of extreme angst, I was hesitant to read this. However, I do recommend it for anyone who likes a good bit (okay, a lot) of angst with an acceptable (I know, that’s a vague term, but I’m trying to avoid spoilers here) ending.
The tags are correct though, if you don’t like dubcon, then steer clear of this fic. Personally, it doesn’t bother me much more than just a general distaste for it, but it’s central to this fic.
Otherwise, this is great and I may have lost a few hours of (much needed) sleep to finish it all in one sitting, but it was worth it.
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I was expected this to end bad but then
We need more people like this in the world...
Hi. So I have this destiel shipper friend and I asked her why did she start shipping them together and she said it's becaude of how they look at each other bu I have no idea what she means can you explain it to me please? By the way amazing blog!😘
Hey! :)
Err, the way they look at each other…
Gifs not mine
Maybe she means that thing they do when they look at each other as if they’re staring straight into the other’s soul:
Or maybe instead she means that thing they sometimes do where it looks like they’re inches away from jumping each other and having sex:
Or maybe she means the way Dean looks at Cas when he checks Cas out like he wants to eat him up. ALL THE TIME:
Or she means the way Cas looks at Dean when Dean isn’t watching, like Dean is the most precious thing he’s ever seen:
Not to be confused with the way Dean looks at Cas when Cas isn’t watching, like Cas is the most precious thing he’s ever seen:
BONUS
Or perhaps I got it all wrong and she means the way that the actors who play them look at each other like they wanna hit that:
The world may never know, but all options make sense to me ;)
This may be the best “Destiel staring” post on Tumblr...
My romantic life in a single post...
MY ONLY NEGATIVE COMMENT ABOUT DALLASCON
I had an amazing time, but there was ONE moment that spiraled into a pretty big thought about Cons and the fandom in general. And it all started with “Can you dig elvis”… When the girl asked the question there was am audible GASP amongst the crowd, so much so that Misha hesitated to answer. Within that moment of hesitation fans began to shout at Misha various responses. SAY NO, they cried. SAY YES, they hollered. There were few of us who weakly tried to get misha to avoid answering altogether. It was when Misha only heard the cries of the middle aged women in the front two rows, begging him to say no that he reluctantly replied. Afterwards, there were a few cheers in the front section, and yet in the back…people were still asking Misha to say yes. Misha, of course, pointed this out saying that the fans in front (gold and silver pass members who MOSTLY ranged from fans in their 30s-40s) urged a no from him while the fans in the back (ages 10-20s) were begging for a yes. It’s an interesting divide, because the younger fans…the bulk of the fanbase….the ones who can’t afford front row seats…the ones who cheer and cry even though they are literally 28 rows in the back and can’t get a good picture to save their life…..THOSE fans were the ones who wanted the yes. THOSE fans were laughing and highfiving the girl who asked the question. Meanwhile the front rows…the minorities…the full grown WOMEN who paid THOUSANDS to be close to men on a network tv show (only two of which they actually cared about), literally SCOWLED at this fan (who held her head high, might I add). One woman behind me even said “why can they just leave that crap on tumblr?”…. Now, regardless of what you think of the question being asked at Con…the fact that these grown adults reacted with such hate and fervent negativity is absolutely astounding to me, and what’s worse is because they were in the front, these were the only fans Misha heard. He had no idea what the question even meant and when I (a lowly copper pass fan) offered to explain it, I was shouted down my fans around me. It’s more than just a divide in the fanbase…honestly, it’s a financial divide in the cons as well. Notice these gold fans are also the only fans to get a piece of the birthday cake. I think that’s why I loved Mark’s panel so much, because he spent his time walking around. He took control of the crowd and if anyone was rude or shouted at him, he paid no mind. Mark goes ALL THE WAY to the back because he knows those fans are the ones that have been there ALL 3 days and those are the fans who will benefit the most from his casual nature during his panel. This is not a critique on Misha AT ALL, but it is simply an observation that the only ones who seem to get anything from J2M during cons are the ones who deserve it the least imo. I just wish more metaphorical cake went to the poor people in the back, rather than to the people whose seats had been empty until sunday.
While I can agree that there is a financial element to conventions which becomes prohibitive to certain people, I think that saying that the people who are gold and silver pass holders are more privileged when it comes to the convention experience is unfair. I attended VanCon with a gold pass (7th row, just slightly off center), and I can assure you that I did not feel that I had any privilege or monopoly on J2M’s time over my friends who were had copper passes. Sure, I got better pictures/video, but other than that, my comments were just as lost in the crowd as everyone else’s. The truth is that (with the exception of MAYBE front row ticket holders) we are all in the same fray - some of us just get better photos. The people who want to be heard will make sure they are and those who are respectful of the right of anyone to ask questions of the guys will not try to sway the answer - regardless of how much we lean to one side or the other.
I get that it’s frustrating. I get that conventions are financially prohibitive to a lot of people. I do not take for granted that I am in a place financially where I am able to attend conventions. BUT, I will say this - I mentioned that I had gold tickets at VanCon... I am also attending NashCon (my hometown con) and VegasCon in the Spring and plan to attend VanCon again next fall. I will be going as a copper pass holder for these conventions. Could I afford gold passes again? Yes, probably with good financial planning I could, but in my opinion, there is not enough of a benefit to pay the extra for gold. Take from that what you will, but I will guarantee you that if I perceived there to be a level of “closeness” or “attainability” with the cast that comes with having gold tickets, I would be buying gold tickets.
Everyone is entitled to their opinions, but to set aside an entire group of people based on age and economic status is just not fair. There are all kinds of people who have gold tickets and all kinds who have copper. Financially well-off 30-somethings sit in the back and mingle with the younger fanbase, and younger fans save up money for months to get gold tickets and get along just fine with the older fanbase.
This isn’t a commentary on the original posts or the fan question it highlighted. I don’t really care about who asked what question to whom and how that person answered and the uproar regarding the answer. That’s all a bunch of fandom wank/drama and I don’t care for it. But what I do care about is when people try to divide our family over stupid shit.
Stop fighting with the family. It accomplished nothing. Stop trying to point out our differences and focus on what we have in common - a love for this amazing show and it’s even more amazing cast.
And, for the record, the cast are adults. They are capable of answer questions without the input of fans. If he didn’t understand that question then he could have just declined to answer - they do it all the time. Either he knew what it meant and answered the way that he did, or he didn’t know what it meant and made a choice (a 50/50 choice) about how to answer. No one held a knife to his throat and forced him.
Accurate things are accurate...
No but 11-year-old Dean swaggering up to the Sorting Hat, convinced to his toes he’ll end up in Gryffindor like his dad
but then the little voice in his ear murmurs “Oh, well now, this…this is interesting.”
“What’s interesting?” Dean demands.
“What would you say if I told you that I have nowhere to put you?” the Hat challenges.
“That’s impossible,” Dean retorts. “Everyone fits somewhere.”
“Perhaps,” the Hat muses, “But you, young Winchester, present something of a riddle.”
“Then solve it and put me in my place,” Dean replies, wiping his palms discreetly on his robe. “It can’t be that hard, you’re supposed to see everything in my head –”
“Just solve it?” The Hat sounds amused. “Just solve the riddle that is Dean Winchester, heir to the legacy that is John Winchester and yet hiding the undeniable streak of Mary Campbell, so your father doesn’t see her when he looks at you. What a riddle, I do say. What a riddle. Well, Dean, I am sure you know where riddles are nurtured best, so best be – RAVENCLAW!”
…which is, possibly, the very last House Dean would ever have thought he’d be sorted into.
#he’s baffled for a good while #but at least the prefect is cute #even though Dean is DEFINITELY not interested in boys #but the prefect is cute #cute and pureblood if the name is anything to go by #don’t get many muggle-born or half-bloods named Castiel #Dean literally doesn’t know what to write in his letter home #he writes to Sammy instead #Sammy will be happy for him even if Dad isn’t
Yes I need 100K more words of this on my desk by monday no excuses.
#umm where can I find more of this asap????!?!?!#I love this???#because if you really think abt dean#he’s a gryffindor by circumstance#he was forced to be a brave little warrior#its not really who he is#sure he could easily be put into gryff#but ravenclaw#now that’s interesting#1st year dean who really doesn’t feel like he belongs with all these kids who are at the top of their class and are always doing their work#some older jerks teasing him saying he’s in their by mistake#until#one day in class and creature gets loose#its them and the hufflepuff and everyone breaks into hysterics#until dead thinks of an ingeneous plan and puts them back in their cage with the help of a scrawny hufflepuff who later introduces himself#after that#no one asks if dean was put in the wrong house again#their are different kinds of intellegence#and ravenclaw shapes dean using ever last drop of his potential#spn#dean#spn au#cas
I usually don’t reblog my own stuff (at least not so quickly) but DAMN IF THIS HOMEGIRL DOESN’T GET ME WE SHOULD TOTALLY BE FRIENDS
They fell asleep, warm and sated and wrapped around each other, in a big soft bed surrounded by white curtains. The windows were open, a soft breeze caressing bare skin. Sunlight filled the room slowly with the dawn, and Dean blinked awake to find Cas sharing his pillow, his beautiful face mere inches from his own.
He stared for a while, a soft smile on his lips, as Cas opened his eyes.
“Marry me,” he whispered.
“Ok,” Cas responded.
They fell back asleep in the warmth and the sunlight.
From Chapter Twenty-Four of Painted Angels.
Art by linneart, who has successfully killed me with this one. I’m posting from beyond the grave!
Fucking Painted Angels man! I wish I didn’t love that fic so fucking much... that’s a lie... I love everything about it with absolutely zero regrets...
If you’ve never read Painted Angels and you like Destiel, well-paced plot with just the right amount of description to paint the picture but not so much as to be overwhelming, and... fuck it, if you are capable of reading at all, you should read this fic! If you aren’t capable of reading, find a friend who is and get them to read it to you! I’m not kidding about this. Read it! Go! Now! ;)
tHIS IS THE YEAR WOMEN FINALLY SAID “FUCK YOU” TO SEXISM
YOU GO , GIRL.
‘not that you’re the genius’
questioning her intelligence when he has that hair cut in 2014
BAAAAAAAM, for fuck’s sake!!
LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT MAYIM BIALIK.
FOR YEARS AS A KID AND TEEN, SHE BALANCED SCHOOL AND ACTING, NEVER ONCE LETTING HER GRADES DROP OR HER CAREER SUFFER.
SHE GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL AT THE TOP OF HER CLASS, AND WAS ACCEPTED TO HARVARD AND YALE BUT CHOSE TO GO TO UCLA BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO STAY CLOSE TO HER FAMILY.
SHE EARNED A BACHELORS IN NEUROSCIENCE, HEBREW STUDIES, AND JEWISH STUDIES ALL AT THE SAME TIME.
SHE THEN WENT ON TO GET HER DOCTORATE AND A Ph.D. IN NEUROSCIENCE, WHILE BALANCING AN ACTING CAREER AND MOTHERHOOD.
SHE HAS BEEN THE BUTT OF SO MANY FASHION JOKES AND ANTI-SEMETIC JOKES IN HOLLYWOOD. WHEN PEOPLE SAW HER AS AMY, THEY RIDICULED HER ONLINE.
BUT SHE STUCK WITH IT. BECAUSE SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING PERSON AND IS HAVING NONE OF THIS “WOMEN CAN’T BE SUCCESSFUL AND SMART BULLSHIT.
SHE IS ALSO A NOW-SINGLE MOM OF TWO BOYS. AND STILL KEEPS HER CAREERS (YES THAT’S FUCKING PLURAL) ACTIVE.
BUT YET, PEOPLE STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO ASK HER STUPID FUCKING SEXIST QUESTIONS THAT THEY WOULD NEVER GIVE, SAY, JIM PARSONS OR JOHNNY GALECKI.
MAYIM BIALIK IS A FUCKING ICON.
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I will always reblog this... EVERY. DAMN. TIME. If a time comes when I don’t reblog this, you can assume that I’ve been taken over my an extra-terrestrial creature seeking world domination through the acquisition of strong-willed, opinionated women...
I had this idea for a fic/drabble, and I know it's not on that prompt list, but I just /had/ to share it! I might write it myself but idk yet. Anyway, so basically a domestic Destiel AU where they're thinking about being parents (whether they adopt or find someone who says they'll have the baby for them is up to you), so they go to a local community LGBT(QIA) group for same-sex parents and Dean is just so nervous and as they walk in and see all the little kids and Cas just smiles reassuringly -
- at him and yeah and it could like progress to them with this tiny little baby and going to these same-sex parents group sessions and Dean especially is just so in awe of this tiny little creature that's and he's super scared about messing up or being like his dad and Cas has to reassure him he's an amazing father and he loves him so much. And yEP THAT'S IT BYE
This turned out way longer than I intended, but that often happens with me so it’s not really surprising. I hope this is what you had in mind. It took a turn I wasn’t expecting, as so much of my writing does... Freewriting is a gamble sometimes, but I think this might just satisfy your craving for some fluffy, domestic, future!daddy Destiel...
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“Dean, we’ve been over this…” Cas said sternly withaffection and maybe a tinge of amusement in his voice as he takes Dean’s hand.
“I don’t think I can do this Cas. I know they said we shouldhave a support system before we adopt, but I just… I…”
Dean’s face is pale and his hands are clammy as Cas drawssmall circles against his palm to calm the hunter. He waits and allows Dean amoment to collect himself and organize his thoughts.
“Cas, what if I mess this up? What if I am a terrible fatherand our kid hates me? What if I ruin their life?”
Cas lets out a small chuckle. He grips Dean’s hand tighterto prevent the hunter from pulling away as a look of betrayal flashes acrosshis face.
“Dean, no. Come on. I wasn’t laughing at you… I was laughing at the idea that youwould be anything other than the best dad ever.”
Dean’s face softened and Cas took that as his cue tocontinue.
“You practically raised Sam, and look how he turned out. Youare the best uncle that Jonah and Katie could ever ask for. You were amazingwith Ben…” Dean tenses up a little at the mention of that life that seemed sofar removed from reality that he almost wonders if it actually happened. Cassqueezes his hand a little tighter and continues.
“You have always wanted a family Dean. It’s the one constantin your life – family. And now that things have calmed down with the angels inHeaven, the demons in Hell, monsters in Purgatory, and us here together safeapart from all that, you can actually have the family you’ve always wanted…
“No…” Dean whispers.
Cas’ freezes as a hundred thoughts rush through his mind. Heremembers how long it took to get here. How long Dean fought against thefeelings he had toward his angel. How for the first few months Cas was on pinsand needles as if Dean was a skiddish house cat that could be frightened awaywith one wrong move.
Cas wondered if this was it. If he’s finally pushed Dean toofar. If this was the end for them…
Then Dean squeezed Cas’ hand and said, “we can have a family together. It’s you and me Cas, this is goingto be our family.”
The smile on Cas’ face could have lit the entire West Coast.Dean returned the smile as he raised his hand to the angel’s cheek beforeleaning in and kissing him gently.
“Let’s do this.” Dean said as he heaved the door of theImpala open. Cas felt relief flood through his body and he let out a long sighbefore stepping out of the car.
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There were more people here than Dean expected. Nine couplesin all with a total of fourteen rugrats running amok. It was honestly too manypeople for the small space, but Dean couldn’t help but enjoy the sound ofchildren giggling as they played together.
The group was welcoming and it wasn’t long before Dean andCastiel were engaged in conversation with another couple who were also goingthrough the long and tedious adoption process. They learned that the othercouple – Steph and Jade – had tried to conceive several times without successbefore deciding that adoption was the best option for them.
Dean secretly wished that he and Cas had the option toconceive and carry their own biological child. Yes, he understands thatbiologically it would only be either Dean’s orCas’, but it would still be nice to have the option.
They exchange contact information with Steph and Jade andplan to get coffee the following Thursday to continue their conversation andexchange stories about the adoption process so far.
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Over the next few months Dean and Cas continue attending themeetings. They bond with the other couples. They become Uncle Dean and UncleCas to some of the kids in attendance. They share in the joy of successfulconceptions and in the heartache of missed opportunities. They attend two babyshowers and shop with Steph and Jade when they finally get the good news thattheir adoption is final. They are the first people to meet baby Isaiah the weekSteph and Jade became parents.
Dean smiled his best smile. He truly was happy for their newfriends, but he was also envious. They’d been waiting for months. They’d jumpedthrough every hoop imaginable. They’d baby-proofed a fucking bunker for God’ssake. They’d had three home visits, six office interviews, and met with severalcounselors and social workers. He was starting to lose hope that they wouldever have the family they dreamed of.
Then one day it happened…
Dean was in the garage trying to take his mind off things.He was laying on the floor under the Impala covered in grease and sweat whenhis phone vibrated on the table across the room. He was going to let it go tovoicemail, but just as the phone rang a final time before being redirected tothe mailbox Cas walked into the garage.
“Hello, Dean’s phone.” A pause as his voice echoed throughthe room and faded away. “Really? You… we… you’re serious?” Cas’ voice wasfrantic in a way Dean had rarely, if ever, heard before. He slid out from underthe car and rushed to Cas’ side.
He mouthed the words ‘Who is it?’ but Cas just waved hishand dismissively. Dean grunted. At least Cas’ face looked happy and thefrantic tone of his voice was excitement instead of fear or pain.
“Thank you! We will see you shortly.” Cas ends the call andstares at Dean’s phone with his mouth slightly agape for a moment beforeraising his gaze to Dean. They lock eyes and Cas smiles up at his hunter.
“Dean?”
“Yeah Cas?”
“Are you ready?”
“Ready for what? What’s going on?”
“Are you ready to meet your daughter?”
Dean’s eyes go wide, Cas struggles against the smile thatthreatens to overtake his face. Dean opens and closes his mouth several timesunable to form a coherent thought before finally muttering, “Really? Our… we…for real Cas? We’re going to be…”
Dean feels the sting of tears welling in his eyes and hedoesn’t even try to fight them. Looking into Dean’s eyes and seeing the pureexcitement on his face and tears of joy gently roll down his cheeks, Cas giveinto the moment and allows himself to be overtaken by the emotions that arestill so unfamiliar.
“We’re going to be dads…” Cas whispers as he wraps his armsaround Dean. Dean hugs back fiercely trying his best to convey all the thingshe still can’t always articulate.
“When?” Dean chokes out around the tears that are nowstreaming down his face and soaking into the shoulder of Cas’ borrowed t-shirt.
“We are supposed to meet them at Smith County Memorial in 45minutes.”
The look of joy on Dean’s face is replaced by panic. “45minutes? Cas! That’s not enough time! We aren’t ready! Where will she sleep?”Cas places a calming hand on the hunter’s wrist.
“We are only meeting her today. She still needs to stay withher mother for a few days before she’s ready to come home. We have the wholeweekend to prepare.”
Dean takes a deep breath, kisses Cas quickly, andpractically drags the angel to the Impala. He slams the hood in an act that isnot at all consistent with the usual reverence he has for the car, and fires upthe engine before Cas has even shut his door.
“Are you ready for this?” Cas asks as he takes in the lookon Dean’s face and the slight tremor his hands as they grip the steering wheeluntil his knuckles are white.
Dean turns his head and meets Cas’ eyes. He smiles as hereleases his death grip on the wheel and takes Cas’ hand in his own raising itto his lips to gently kiss the back on the angel’s hand.
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my entire life…”
They share another moment staring into each other’s eyes.The last quiet moment they may get for a while. The share one last smile beforeDean moves his gaze forward and puts the Impala into gear.
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The drive to the hospital is uneventful, but coaxing Deanout of the car takes a little encouragement.
“Dean… Come on… We’re doing this again?”
After several minutes of reassurance that Dean could, infact, do this, Cas and Dean finally entered the hospital. Missouri was waitingfor them just inside the entrance and escorted them to the Pediatric floor.
Moments later they are standing in front of a window lookinginto the eyes of a beautiful baby girl. Dean almost loses it when he sees thatthe name on the tiny human reads “Winchester”.
“She… she’s really ours?” Dean stammers more out ofastonishment that this is actually happening than for confirmation, butMissouri provides the affirmation anyway.
“That’s right Dean. She’s yours. She’ll need to stay herefor a few days, but then you can take her home to start her life with her newfamily.” She lays a reassuring hand on his shoulder and turns to leave, but shestops short adding, “Oh, I almost forgot. What are you going to name her? Ineed to know for the paperwork.”
Cas sees the panic rising in Dean’s face. They’d agreed notto choose a name until they knew they would be approved. They agreed it wouldhurt too much to choose a name for a child that never came. Cas intervenes justin time to prevent Dean from having a panic attack in the middle of the nurserywaiting room.
“We haven’t really decided yet. Can we let you know in acouple of days?”
“I will need an answer before you can sign the paperwork andtake her home, but you can take a day to decide.”
“Thank you.” Cas says with genuine gratitude in his voice.
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The weekend is filled with baby preparations. Luckily Stephand Jade are more than happy to help shop for their new bundle of joy and Samand Jess catch the first flight to Kansas as soon as Dean tells them the news.
The bunker is filled with laughter, friends, family, andjoy. They assemble furniture, prepare the nursery (which they had the goodforethought to paint as soon as they started the adoption process), check thebaby proofing, and bask in the glow of being surrounded by so much love.
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“So, what are you going to name her?” Sam asks over dinner.
“We haven’t really decided yet…” Dean mutters.
“Actually,” Cas turns toward Dean. They hadn’t really madeit through this conversation – despite several attempts and their timeframe fordeciding was coming to a close. This was it, Cas was going to make a play andhe hoped it worked out in his favor, “I was thinking we could name her Mary.”
Dean’s eyes prickle as they fill with tears. “Really?” hewhispers, afraid anything else would give away his impending breakdown.
“Only if you want to.”
“Of course I want to Cas! I love it.” Dean throws his armsaround his angel and peppers his face with light kisses. The kisses become moreand more intimate and it isn’t until Sam clears his throat that Dean rememberswhere he is.
“Uh, right, sorry Sammy.”
Sam just rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”
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Tuesday comes so soon and Dean and Cas sit at a longconference table surrounded by paperwork. Missouri, along with a stateappointed attorney, explain the adoption papers and where they need to sign. Ittakes four hours to make it through everything, but it’s worth it the momentthe Dean holds his daughter for the first time.
“Hello Mary. I’m your daddy, and that,” he lifts her up soshe can see Cas standing at Dean’s side, “that’s your papa.”
The love and adoration that fills Cas is unlike anything heever imagined possible. He thought that storming Hell and carrying Dean fromthe pit - essentially laying claim to the human’s brilliant soul – was thedefining moment of his life, but now he’s not so sure.
This is his family… Dean and Mary. Sam looking on from thenursery window waving awkwardly with a goofy smile plastered on his face.
He laughed.
He laughed because who would have thought that an angelwould fall in love with a human, a hunternonetheless, and choose Earth and humanity over all of Heaven? Who would havethought that a hunter who lived such a painful life could exude such joy? Whowould have thought that it would take two humans, correction three humans, to teach an ancient beingthe true meaning of love and family?
“What’s so funny Cas?” Dean asks as he rocks Mary gentlyfrom side to side as she cuddles close to her daddy’s chest.
Cas smiles the smile that is reserved for Dean. The one thatsays you’re a real idiot sometimes, butyou’re my idiot and I love you more than anything in all of history. “Ijust find it funny that you ever thought you could be a bad father…”
Cas motions to Mary, tiny mouth open a line of drool hangingfrom her lips, sound asleep against Dean’s chest.
Dean beams. This is everything he’s ever wanted, andeverything he never thought he could have. His brother, his angel, and hisdaughter all together. This may be the best moment of Dean’s life… and that’swhen it hits him like a ton of bricks.
“Marry me!” Dean barks causing Mary to stir against hischest.
For the first time since this all began it is Cas’ turn tolook panicked. “What?”
“Marry me! You know, rings, vows, make it official and junk…”When Cas just stares at Dean without responding, he continues, “I was justthinking that this is probably the best moment of my entire life, and I didn’twant anything to ever compete with it, so… Marry me.”
“Now?” It’s not much, but Cas is still pretty pleased thathe managed that much.
“Uh, sure, why not.”
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So, on a sunny Tuesday in fall, Dean and Cas started theirlife as a married couple and they welcomed their first child into the family.They spent the day surrounded by family and friends and all the love two peoplecould ask for, and they spent their first night as a married couple lying inbed with their daughter appreciating just how perfect an apple pie life couldtruly be.
You are fantastic. I'm going to do the reader boom thing. :) #AKF
Thank you so much! You’re so sweet to say that, and I am glad you’re going to do the thing... ;) ❤
Thanks!
When I first posted the Ask Box Game asking for fic prompts, I expected to get a lot of requests for Destiel, maybe some Sabriel or Sam/Jess, Wincest, or Reader fics with one or multiple TFW... what I didn’t expect was the outcry for Crowley x Reader fics.
I’ve never written for Crowley. I never really felt that I understood his “voice” well enough to write a Crowley-centered fic, but apparently you all disagree.
I’ve received so much love and so many additional Crowley-centric fic prompts since I posted the first two... It’s heartwarming and I love you all for it!
That being said, I am still a little unsure about writing Crowley. I will, because you asked, and because apparently I don’t suck at writing it as much as I initially thought... but it may take some time to get them all out. I have a stockpile of headcanons for “my” ships, but Crowley is an entirely uncharted territory for my imagination, so please bear with me as I attempt to open my mind to this new muse.
I promise to provide drabbles for every prompt I receive, and I’ll tag you when your prompt is posted if you submit off anon.
Much love, Kaylyna
