#2014 dean

[dessertbird]

Daily Destiel 💙💚

The future that never was.

[saphhicwitchbitch]

Imagine,

Alternate timeline 2014 deancas takes 2009 dean aside. And they both give him a speech about how precious life and love is. They both talk about how they regret not letting each other know they love the other until the literal apocalypse. Really pushing that dean needs to get over his issues and accept love. Accept that people care for him, want him, love him and will cherish him like he deserves. Because one day it will be too late.

One day he will loose everything, home, friends, brother.

But accepting love and working together with those who love him may change everything. Being with Cas will change everything.

So dean gets sent back home. But he is changed. He has seen what desperation and too many years of struggling has done to him, to his Castiel. And he decides to change it.

He decides that he finally, after all this time, deserves to be loved.

And you know what? He is finally ok with that.

[dessertbird]

Daily Destiel 💙💚

I'm not gonna lie to you. Me and him—It's a pretty messed-up situation we got going. 🤔😔💔

[randomfandomstuff]

Even When You Are The Wrong Choice

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Dean squatted down behind a garbage can to hide from the demons surrounding the building they were supposed to find Sam. Well Lucifer. Sam was probably long gone by now, but Dean couldn’t care about that. He had to ice the devil, even if it meant killing his little brother on the side. “Should we take that door?” Castiel whispered behind him. Dean glanced at him to see what door he was pointing. “Maybe,” Dean said after observing other options. “We take those four demons easily,” Castiel pointed out. Dean glanced at the door again, but stayed quiet. This was it. He was going to kill the devil or get killed trying. Dean turned to Castiel. It amazed him that Cas was still by his side after all these years. “I don’t get it man. How do you still have faith in me?” Dean asked, fingering his sleeve subconsciously. “You had faith in me when I didn’t,” Castiel said, his eyes on the building. “When no one did.” Dean glanced at the gun he was holding in his hands. “You know this is pretty much a suicide run?” “I know,” Castiel said, still not looking at Dean. Dean observed Cas. Cas, who was wearing loose and quite stained outfit, scratched his stubble and laid his hand on his shotgun afterwards. Dean hardly remembered what Cas had looked like in trench coat and suit. He sure had changed a lot from the angel Dean had to teach free will. “You still choose to follow me?” “Of course Dean. I will always choose you,” Castiel said, like it was foregone conclusion. Dean couldn’t quite understand all the trust Cas had in him. He had made some pretty bad choices along the way but nevertheless, Cas was still here. “Even when I’m the wrong choice?” Dean asked quietly. Finally, Castiel turned his eyes to Dean and looked at him. Really looked at him, like he used to do when he was an angel, like he could see straight to Dean’s soul. It was one of those rare moments Dean saw a glimpse of the past. The angel Cas used to be. “Even when you are the wrong choice,” he repeated. “A lot has changed through the years but never that,” he added and stayed still, staring Dean. It had become their wordless goodbye, since neither of them was good at goodbyes. Finally, Castiel got up and loaded his shotgun. “Shall we?” Dean nodded and got up too. He clicked the safety off from his gun and gave a signal to others hiding behind other garbage can. He glanced at Cas and saw that he was already looking at him. They nodded to each other and stepped out of hiding. Luckily, sometimes there was no need for words.

[lastcallatrockysbar]

2014 vs. 2009

[lastcallatrockysbar]

You want to shut up?

[jensenfrecklelecki]

2014 thigh holster Dean is very important.