A little ficlet for @angelcaswinchester’s 6k Follower Celebration. Congratulations on this incredible milestone ♡
Kiss me.
It’s barely a whisper, so muted that Castiel thinks he imagined it. He pauses his reading and looks around the library.
Dean is seated across the table from him, brow furrowed as he pores over a book of ancient occult spells. The room is quiet except for the low hum of the lights, abbreviated by the occasional rustle of turning pages.
Castiel let’s his gaze linger over Dean’s face a moment before turning back to his own book.
Kiss me.
It’s louder this time, and Castiel’s head snaps up. Dean doesn’t react.
“What was that?” Castiel asks.
“Hmm?” Dean replies, eyes still fixated on his book.
“Did you say something?” Castiel asks, carefully. Dean glances up at him.
“Nope. Didn’t say anything.”
“Oh,” Castiel rubs at the back of his neck. “Sorry. I thought I heard—“
Kiss me.
This time, Dean’s voice comes through clear as a bell, but his lips remain closed in a tight line, unmoving. He looks at Castiel, concern written on his face.
“Hey, man. You okay?”
Castiel swallows down the lump in his throat. He watches Dean track the movement with his eyes before coming to rest on Castiel’s lips.
Kiss me.
Castiel doesn’t want to believe what he’s hearing, doesn’t think it’s possible. But Dean’s internal voice is steady and earnest and so full of yearning that there’s no mistaking what he wants.
“Dean.”
“Yeah, Cas?” Kiss me.
Castiel moves forward, elbows leaning on the table, his face coming to rest inches from Dean’s. He hears Dean inhale sharply, and watches as his eyes go wide. Their breath mingles in the finite space between them, invisible sparks electrifying Castiel’s lips.
hi y’all 🥺 I can’t believe I’m here celebrating such a huge milestone with you all (and this milestone includes my lucky number which makes it even more special) and I’m just so thankful and grateful to all y’all for all the love and support <3
I wanted to do something exciting for this milestone! along with some prompts that y’all can create for, I want to do something I’ve personally never done before to celebrate the creators in this fandom!
from now all the way until june 26th, please send me an ask (anons or with your url are welcome) with your favorite content creators in the fandom! I will post the ask to spread some love to these creators and then I’ll reblog 3 of their creations to signal boost some of their amazing work! I always love to see the talent and beautiful creations this fandom can make and can’t wait to highlight some gorgeous creators for all that they do!
for the creating part of the celebration: feel free to create any type of content you want (fics, gifs, edits, poetry, playlists, art, etc) inspired by the prompts listed below. when you post your creations, feel free to either tag me (@angelscas) or use the tag #angels6k. I absolutely cannot wait to celebrate with you all! <3
and now, onto the prompts:
june 24th - jonasbrothersnatural // lucky // secrets
june 25th - “kiss me” // “did you know I love you?” // “I think I want to marry you”
Hi hello Bex Jasmine @angelcaswinchester congratulations again on the 6k!! Let's party this weekend. :D
So, based on your prompt list, have some jonasbrothersnatural! (I apologize in advance, but you know I would have to be physically restrained to not make things about Midam, sooo....)
Got lost in your halo (halo)
I just wanna know
Now who's in your head, in your head?
“Michael?” Adam sighed as he stepped up to the stereo system, rubbing a hand over his face. “Can we listen to something else?”
Letting the eyes of his projection settle on Adam, Michael considered the question. “Do you know all the lyrics, then?”
Another sigh. “No.”
“Then we should keep listening.”
“Michael... We really don't need to know all the lyrics by heart,” Adam complained, soul reaching out to Michael's grace in their chest just as his hands reached for Michael's projection.
“Jack said it's crucial for us to be able to sing along to all the songs,” Michael reminded him sternly. It wouldn't do to be only half prepared! What if people made fun of Adam for not knowing all the words? Michael would have to smite them, and that might spoil the fun.
“Yeah, but Jack has never even been to a concert. He's just saying what Claire told him, and she was probably trying to mess with him.” Adam sat down on the armrest of the chair Michael's projection was in. On instinct, Michael reached out to put a hand on his leg, and Adam's arm slung around Michael's shoulders.
In contrast, Michael's next words were far less gentle – they were true, though. “You've also never been to a concert.”
Adam gasped, then punched Michael's arm. “Hey, low blow!” He pouted, and, despite his clear discontent, moved to drape his legs over Michael's lap. “You know I just didn't have the money and stuff.”
“I know, but that doesn't change the fact that you know just as little about concerts as Jack does.”
“Buddy, I've spent more time on Earth than you two combined. I think I know a little bit more about everything.”
Michael raised an eyebrow. “Everything,” he said flatly, just so Adam would roll his eyes.
“Not literally. Shut up.” Another punch to the arm. If it were anyone else, Michael would have been offended, but he could feel Adam's amusement ripple through their bond, saw his soul shining brightly. He would forgive him just about anything.
Quite unlike his brother, who chose that very moment to appear in their living room.
“Sup, buckos.”
“Woah!” Adam jumped, his heart rate elevating as he scrambled up from the chair (or rather Michael's lap). “Jesus, you scared me!”
Michael glared at his brother. “What do you want?”
“Keep your angel blade tucked, bro, I'm just here to deliver a message.”
Michael had made no move to draw a weapon. Not that he would need one to fight, necessarily. “Going back to your roots, then,” he said dryly, tracking Gabriel's movements. Just because he wasn't a threat didn't mean he wouldn't cause chaos.
“Not so much messenger of God these days, you know.” Gabriel shrugged. “Then again, who's even God anymore, right?”
“No one,” Michael said. Since Jack had given up a good part of his power and had separated from Amara (now also powered down), there really wasn't anyone who could claim that title.
“Anyway, Sam said to tell you there'll be some kind of barbecue or whatever.” Gabriel shrugged.
“Some kind of...” Adam and Michael shared a look. “Okay. Do you know when?”
“Uuuuh, he probably mentioned it, but...” Another shrug.
Michael huffed. As an archangel, Gabriel's memory was extremely good. If he didn't remember, or didn't say anything, that was probably on purpose.
Maybe Sam wants us to call him, Adam said through their bond, so only Michael could hear him. We have ignored some of his texts.
We had better things to do. Michael didn't feel bad for ignoring the Winchesters in the slightest. Their relationship with Adam was still tender, more born of obligation than anything else, and he wasn't sure if it would ever become warm. Didn't really care if it would.
If it wasn't for Jack, Michael would have gladly forgotten the brothers' existence altogether.
“Okay, I gotta ask,” Gabriel said, weighing his head as he listened to the most recent song in the playlist, “what are you listening to?”
More to love when your hands are free
Baby put your pom poms down for me
Come on shake it up 1-2-3
Baby put your pom poms down for me
The song has changed while they'd been talking. Adam groaned. “Don't ask.”
“They're a very popular band,” Michael said, as much for Gabriel as to chastise Adam on his reaction.
“Yeah, boy band,” Adam grumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Not for nothing, but you're starting to sound like Dean-o.”
As Adam's face scrunched up, his emotions whirled all over the place for only a moment. Them he clamped down on them. “Bullshit.”
“See? You should learn to appreciate all forms of art so you don't end up like your brother,” Michael told him.
“Half-brother. And I'm not like him at all, okay! For example – we got cookies. You want some cookies, Gabe?” Adam moved towards the kitchen, where he'd stashed the cookies he'd baked the day before. It took him a moment to find them, because the little tin box was, to his surprise, at the very back of the wall cabinet – just where Michael had put it. The intention had been for Adam not to see the box, and possibly to forget about it until the cookies were spoiled. This tended to happen with other things, where Adam would no longer think of them as long as they were out of sight, and Michael sometimes had to remind him of them.
With putting the cookies away, Michael had hoped to keep Adam (for once) from eating too many sweets.
Apparently it hadn't worked.
Gabriel grinned as Adam handed him the box. “That's why you're my favourite brother-in-law.”
“We're not married,” Michael said distractedly. The notion was absurd – neither of them technically existed, from a human legal standpoint. Adam's fake ID said 'Adam Miller', a fact he grumbled about on a regular basis. But he also didn't want to ask Sam for a new one.
Unimpressed with that answer, Gabriel raised a single eyebrow at him. “You keep telling yourself that, bro.”
Michael wasn't telling himself anything. It was simply a truth.
Annoyed, Michael tuned his brother out and listened to the music instead.
It's only human, you know that it's real
So why would you fight or try to deny the way that you feel?
Oh, babe, you can't fool me, your body's got other plans
So stop pretending you're shy, just come on and
Dance, dance, dance, dance, oh
Well. Maybe the music wasn't any better.
“... Castiel and Dean to invite us if they get married,” Adam was saying when Michael shifted his focus back to them. “But only if they have an open bar.”
“Not sure they'd invite Michael, honestly.” Gabriel seemed amused by the idea.
“Well, they just need to invite me. People can bring a plus one to weddings, right?”
“Ya know, usually a plus one isn't an archangel who lives in your head.”
Adam made a throwaway gesture. “Screw usual.”
Gabriel grinned. “Are you gonna invite them to your own wedding too, then?”
“We can't get married,” Michael repeated. Neither could Castiel and Dean. This was all very silly.
“Michael, you know marriages are basically just promises, right?” Adam asked, smiling but still with a tight lid on his emotions, inwardly.
“No. They're legal contracts that ensure mutual support and that both people take care of any potential offspring, as well as providing tax benefits. I looked it up.”
“... You what?” Gabriel asked, eyebrows riding high on his forehead.
Of course Michael had looked into it. It was a human custom, and since Adam had been rather vague about it even though he loved movies with weddings in them, Michael had taken it upon himself to get more information.
Instead of answering Gabriel's question, Michael said: “The benefits are superfluous for us, and neither of us legally exists, so a marriage is off the table. We also don't need a contract – we already have an agreement.”
While he spoke, a smile started tucking on Adam's lips, and even though he obviously tried to keep his amusement under lock, Michael could still feel it through their bond. “Yeah, I guess we do.”
“Okay, you lost me,” Gabriel admitted. “What agreement?”
Adam and Michael exchanged an amused look. “Oh, just something we came to while we were in the Cage,” Adam said lightly.
“A mutual understanding,” Michael added.
“And what was it you mutually understood?” Gabriel prompted, seeming impatient.
Another exchanged look. Adam was barely holding down a grin.
“Well. After careful consideration on both of our parts, we came to the conclusion that...” Michael made a dramatic pause, just so Gabriel would become exasperated. It worked. “... we like each other.”
Gabriel blinked at him.
“Admittedly, it was born out of the fact that we were the only ones in the Cage. If you discount Lucifer.” Michael shrugged.
“So what, did you make promise rings for each other? Friendship bracelets? What exactly is your relationship, anyway?” Gabriel frowned.
“Our relationship is very good,” Michael said, leaning back in his armchair. “Thanks for asking.”
Adam bit his lip to keep from laughing.
“But what is it? What do you call each other?”
Michael raised an eyebrow. “Well, I mostly call him Adam, since that's his name.”
Gabriel groaned in frustration. “Let me put this as clear as possible. Do you smooch or not?”
“I don't see how that's any of your business,” Michael said simply. Of course he knew what Gabriel was asking, but he had no intention of discussing such private things with him. Besides, his relationship with Adam could hardly be described in such simple terms as romantic or non-romantic. There was so much more depth to it that-
Without warning, Adam changed the song on the playlist.
We go together
Better than birds of a feather, you and me
Ah. Michael liked this one. Adam had made jokes about the 'feathers' line and Michael's wings the first time they'd listened to it, but Michael had long since forgiven him. (Besides, it had been kind of funny.)
I'm a sucker for you
You say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly
I'm a sucker for you, yeah
Any road you take, you know that you'll find me
Adam grinned as he leaned back against the armchair.
He liked that one, too, even if he would never admit it.
I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things
No one knows about you (about you) about you (about you)
And you're making the typical me break my typical rules
It's true, I'm a sucker for you, yeah
Maybe that song was a good summary of their relationship, actually.
All he knew was that if they played this song at the concert, they were both going to sing along loudly.
Well this is... very late. This is for @angelcaswinchester 's 6k Follower Celebration. Congratulations Bex Jasmine! We are the truly lucky ones! I missed the day because I was, ironically, at a wedding, and then I missed the rest of the event and the rest of pride month but here it is!
Text and ID under the cut.
[Image ID}: A black background with the text:
It is something so grand and so small
It is something so grounded and so precious
We can have a house and we can have some kids
We can keep the dog and you can have a cat too
We can tell sappy tales until our faces turn blue
Then I can pull you close and ask "did you know I love you?"
Sweet mundanity didn't need to be made legal
Though it's true this too was a crime
But no one permitted that first claim on my shoulder
And it's our choice to choose us every time
But I've heard it time and again
Take the house, kids, and dog slice-of-life
Just don't pretend you can have something holy
You're just two men who live and die by the knife
But my love
My love
My Love,
It is something so deep and so calm
It is something so eternal and so present
We can build a home and we can love our kids
We can love our dog and I'll even love your cat too
And I've fought God but I've
never known something more holy and true
So let me be greedy because I think I want to marry you
End of text. The text is in white with words from each line highlighted in rainbow colors to write out:
It is
something
we can have
We can keep
until
you know I love you
Sweet
it's true
that first
choice
time and again
Take
something holy
live and die by
my love
My
Love
It is
something
we can love
We can love
And
something
I want
