The first time Dean falls asleep on him, Cas tells himself it’s an accident.
They’re sat side by side on the couch in the bunker, Sam clattering away on his laptop white noise in the background.
“I don’t think that’s medically accurate, Dean,” Cas says, as he always does, when Dr. Sexy is done diagnosing his latest patient with a case of a some-disease-no-one’s-ever-heard-of.
“Whatever, Cas,” comes Dean’s standard reply. “I’m not watching it for the patients.” And Cas is left to ponder on that, as usual, wondering what it is that Dean’s trying to say.
They’ve danced to this tune before, Dean making offhand comments with a look in his eyes that Cas is still struggling to understand. But the dance is cut short tonight, Dean’s eyes drooping in Cas’ peripheral where usually they’re shining with mischief. Cas shifts, moving closer to Dean to nudge him and suggest he go to bed, when Dean’s head unexpectedly falls to his shoulder. Cas freezes, every muscle tensing, until Dean exhales, the sound deep and comforting.
Cas glances up to see Sam smiling smugly at him over his laptop, and he glares, indignant. Sam has the grace to swallow his smile down to a raised eyebrow of bemusement, and satisfied, Cas relaxes. He settles back, a soft sound getting caught in his throat when Dean follows him down, nestling further into the space between Cas’ shoulder and jaw.
He’s too hot, his trenchcoat is bunched uncomfortably around him, and it turns out that now that Cas is human, Dean is way heavier than he looks, but Cas still thinks that he wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.
The second time, Cas is only fairly certain that it’s an accident.
Dean’s hurt pretty badly on the hunt, so even after Sam’s patched him back up, Cas maintains that he’ll stay and watch over him. Sam excuses himself from the room with an over-dramatic hair flip, muttering under his breath about “getting their shit together.”
And then Cas is left, kneeling worriedly by the side of Dean’s bed, watching his chest rise and fall and cursing himself for not being able to heal him.
“Hey Cas,” Dean groans, and Cas starts, unaware that Dean was even conscious. “What’d I tell you ‘bout watching me sleep?” Dean peeks an eye open. “You look pretty beat yourself.”
“I’m fine, Dean.”
Dean looks unconvinced, the patented Winchester eyebrow of ‘sure, bro, whatever you say’ rising at him. Cas huffs. “I can’t sleep. Every time I shut my eyes, all I can think about is…”
Dean blindly reaches a hand out towards him, and Cas is startled when his fingers clench in his sleeves and start tugging.
“Get up here, then.”
“What?”
“Well you can’t watch me all night and I sure as hell can’t stay awake much longer, so take your stupid trench-coat off, and get your ass over here.”
It’s only once Cas is lying stiffly next to Dean above the covers, his mind racing, that he manages to blurt out. “You think my trench-coat is stupid?” And just because he can’t see Dean rolling his eyes, doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know he’s just done it.
“Go to sleep, Cas,” Dean says. He rolls over until his head is resting on Cas’ chest. “There, now you’ll be able to feel it if I stop breathing, so you can stop watching me.”
Cas is too stunned to protest, and eventually he falls asleep to the rhythm of Dean’s breath tickling across his chest.
By the tenth time, Cas is sure that Dean falling asleep on him is most definitely not an accident.
It’s only after Dean willingly sits in the backseat with him and lets Sam drive the Impala, drifting off with his head conveniently lodged under Cas’ chin and Sam’s gloating smile glinting at him in the rear-view mirror, that Cas starts to question it.
They’re back in Dean’s bedroom now, ostensibly watching a film that Dean had insisted Cas had to see.
“Dean?” Cas looks down at the top of Dean’s head that’s currently resting on his chest. “I thought you wanted to watch this movie.”
“Hmm?” Dean makes no effort to sit up. If anything, he simply presses himself nearer to Cas, adjusting to get comfy. “No, wanted you to watch it. I don’t need to be awake for that.”
And Cas drops his head back with a huff, deciding that if Dean wants to shamelessly use him as a pillow, who is he to argue. Aimlessly, he buries a hand in Dean’s hair, rubbing gently at the back of Dean’s head. Dean lets out a small moan, and Cas smiles down at him, his expression fonder than he’d normally allow, safe in the knowledge that Dean can’t see it.
“I didn’t know humans purred,” Cas says after a while, warmth spreading through him when Dean’s chuckle rumbles across his chest.
“Cas, shh. I’m trying to watch the movie.”
“Really? I thought you were sleeping?”
Dean does raise his head at that, glaring at Cas in a way that reminds him of an affronted kitten. His hair’s all sticking up from where Cas’ hand has been in it, and all Cas can think is how he wants nothing more than to ruffle Dean up in other ways.
“It’s kind of hard to sleep when my pillow keeps making smartass comments,” Dean grouches, dropping his forehead down to Cas’ sternum.
“Ah, is that all I am to you now, a pillow?”
“It’s not my fault that you’re strangely comfortable,” Dean mutters into Cas’ chest, so quietly that Cas barely hears him. From the warmth now radiating off the back of Dean’s neck, Cas summises that that had probably been Dean’s intention.
Dean sighs heavily, before pushing himself up and off of Cas.
“Dean?” Cas questions, but Dean’s back is turned to him now, and Cas can practically hear the walls in his head slamming themselves back down. Cas shuffles up behind him, looping his arms around Dean’s waist and dropping his forehead to Dean’s shoulder. “You know,” he murmurs. “You’re pretty comfy too.”
Dean snorts, rubbing a hand down his face. “Man, we suck at this.”
And Cas has to smile at that, ruefully thinking back on all the times that they’ve been here, on all the times he’s woken up and been met by Dean’s shuttered expression that was always shimmering with something just out of reach.
But he gets it now, gets what Dean’s been doing and he’s not ready to just let it go.
“Come back to bed, Dean,” Cas says, hesitating before dropping a barely-there kiss to Dean’s shoulder. He feels Dean hesitate too, feels the shudder that shivers it’s way down Dean’s spine. But then Dean is turning in his arms, pushing him backwards and wrestling him back into position—Dean’s head back on his chest, only this time Dean’s pulling his arms around him, tucking himself into Cas’ embrace.
“Is this…this okay?” Dean asks. Cas can feel how tense he is, so he tightens his arms around him once, before relaxing, his palms drawing soft, slow circles across Dean’s back.
“Yes, Dean,” he murmurs, dropping his chin to rest on the top of Dean’s head. “It’s perfect.”
And for the tenth time, Cas lets Dean fall asleep on him, safe in the knowledge that this time, when Dean wakes up, Cas won’t be letting him go.
Each occupant of the bunker has their favourite spot. Sam spends most of his time in the library, Dean in his room, and Castiel, when he becomes human, in the observatory.
At first, neither Dean nor Sam question this: Cas gets a couple of books out of the library, sets himself up in front of the big telescope every night, and does his thing. Cloudy or clear sky, Castiel is in his nook with a cup of tea and his huge-ass telescope.
And then the observatory nook becomes a kind of nest.
Small, largely unnoticeable things end up making a home there first–a leftover mug here, a blanket there, but then pillows start appearing. And Dean’s sweatshirt. And another blanket. And a small collection of harlequin romance novels, alongside Hawking’s Brief History of Time (Castiel seems to get almost a vicious pleasure from going through the latter with a highlighter and pencil and scoffing at the majority of the text).
The nook is almost a comfy lounge space by the time Cas is through, at which point he brings in a laptop and starts asking questions like: “What’s our P.O. Box address?” and “Could you help me with my resume?”
While Sam takes these questions in stride, Dean becomes increasingly uneasy. This unease follows him through Castiel getting a crappy job bagging groceries, to finding a duffle bag full of clothes and $200 in cash in his closet, to watching him make a shady purchase online and check his tracking number obsessively.
And then Cas brings home his package.
It’s huge, first of all, and apparently very delicate, and for the next week Castiel is either in his room, or has disappeared somewhere with his purchase in tow. And again, while Sam seems at peace with this new development, Dean just can’t seem to let it go:
“I’m worried about him.”
“Okay, Dean.”
“I’m serious. What the hell was in that package? He’s been acting weird.”
“Okay, Dean.”
“He’s hiding something. I know he is. Like, who sneaks around their own home?”
“Okay, Dean.”
As his brother is clearly going to be of no help, it’s Dean who decides to take matters into his own hands. But what he finds when he finally has the courage to follow Castiel where he goes every night is... not what he expected.
Cas bought himself a telescope.
He’s made himself a cosy little viewing spot outside, with a crappy folding chair and a blanket, and he’s just sitting there, in the September chill, watching the sky. It isn’t until Dean draws nearer that he realizes Castiel is crying.
“...Cas?”
The other merely bites his lip. “I thought this would make it better,” he confesses quietly. “But it only made it worse.”
Dean nods and kneels down, scooting until they’re pressed right up against each other. “...I. Um, I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Cas replies. “I would do it again if I had to. I honestly don’t even know why I’m so upset, they treated me like–like–”
“Hey, Heaven was your home. It’s okay to miss your home.”
They’re silent for a beat, Castiel leaning more heavily into the hunter until Dean wraps an arm around him and presses a kiss to his cheek. “…I know it’ll never be the same,” Dean says. “But you know you have a home here, right? With Sam and–and me. Especially me. No matter what happens, you will always have a home with me.”
Cas’s blue eyes are wide in the wake of that confession, tears collecting at their corners as he nods and cuddles into the hunter more thoroughly. They’ve been speaking in riddles for so long it’s second nature by now, and Dean’s words are not lost on the former angel. His heart is going to beat right out of his chest and his palms are sweating and he’s totally and completely overcome and overwhelmed. “Thank you,” he murmurs. Leaning in, it’s with extreme tenderness and care that Castiel presses a kiss to the corner of the other’s mouth.
Live Stream is Over! Almost 3 hours of coloring. Did the inking earlier today, no idea how long that took, and the original design was from 9 months back. I FINALLY got back to it! (so happy I did, i love this!)
Above is an animated WIP of my process, and below is the finished piece:
For the Fic
Counting Freckles by @pherryt
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Complete and Utter FLUFF
Pairing: Destiel
Word Count: 1403
Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff, Dean’s Freckles, Human!Castiel, Bunker Fic, Domestic Fluff, Men of Letters Bunker, SFB, Established Destiel, Canon-esque
Summary: How do ex-angels count freckles? Dean Winchester is about to find out.
Thanks for hanging out with me @jdragon122 @crippledhockwalker
Art Tags & Destiel Tags: @jhoomwrites @rosemoonweaver @dmsilvisart
Summary: When Dean can’t stop thinking about Cas, he decides to spend time with him. Dean soon learns that Cas likes pop music, which he finds cute. Fluff and romance ensues :)
Rating: E (for enormous amount of fluff )
Word Count: 665
Author notes: Hi! This is somehow the first fanfic I’ve ever written even though I daydream destiel scenarios all the time. I hope you enjoy this! :)
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Dean’s laying on top of his bed, listening to music but bored. He’s a bit tired from the day’s hunt but no way tired enough to go to sleep yet. His mind drifts to the thought of Cas. Cas practically saved him today by beheading a vamp. Sure, it’s no big deal, Dean thinks, we’re all constantly saving each other during hunts. Dean opens up Netflix to try to distract himself from thinking about Cas. He feels like he’s thinking about him too much, but nothing he could find is as intriguing as that blue-eyed angel right now. Okay, Dean thinks, if I can’t stop thinking about Cas, I might as well be spending time with him. Dean sighs, gets up from his bed, and heads towards Cas’ room.
Dean hesitates at Cas’ door for a moment before knocking.
“Come in”, Cas says. Dean smiles at the sound of the familiar voice and hears an advertisement in the background. Walking in, Dean sees Cas laying on the bed reading something on his laptop.
“Hello, Dean” Cas says looking up.
“Hey, Cas”. Dean sits right besides Cas on the bed. On the laptop screen there’s a news article about international politics. Boring, Dean thinks to himself but he humors Cas with fake interest until the advertisement playing in the background turns to some pop song. Dean rolls his eyes. “Really, Cas? Pop music?”
“Hey, I like pop music. It’s happy sounding. Sam showed me this app that creates a playlist based off the songs I like and-”.
“Wait, is this Toxic by Britney Spears?” Dean asks, giving Cas a look that says I can’t believe we’re actually listening to this right now.
Cas opens the app to check. “Yup. She’s really talented, Dean. Have you heard her song Baby One More Time?”
Dean laughs and nods. Cas smiles wide in return. Dean finds that Cas listening to pop music is somehow cute, sitting beside him is real nice, and although he won’t admit it yet, the stupid song is actually pretty catchy and enjoyable.
“Okay, but you do like my music right?” Dean asks, raising an eyebrow. He worries for a second that Cas has just been polite this whole time while not actually liking his music but all that fades as Cas sincerely says, “Of course I do. I especially love listening to the “top 13 Zepp Traxx” mixtape you made me…”
Dean can’t help but blush. He feels butterflies. They’re both silent for a second. Staring into each other’s eyes.
“…Yeah Cas”, Dean says softly, looking away, “maybe I’ll make you another one soon.”
“And I can make you a playlist with my favorite pop songs. You’d at least give it a single listen right?”
“Of course!”, Dean says incredulously as he gives Cas a friendly bump. Could Cas really think I wouldn’t listen?! I’d probably listen to any playlist he made me a thousand times. “Cas, you know I’d listen to anything you’d want me to, right?” He answers earnestly. “Plus”, Dean adds, “Pop music isn’t that bad”.
They sit, their bodies touching, in fading quiet laughter and calm for a while.
Dean breaks the comfortable silence between them, “This song is quite nice”
🎼 I am in love with what we are
Not what we should be
Cas looks at Dean. They end up gazing into each other eyes. Their faces only a few inches away.
🎼 And I am, I am starstruck
With every part of this whole story
“Yeah the song’s quite nice”, Cas says under his breath as he strokes dean’s cheek.
🎼 The night is fading, heart is racing
Now, just come and love me like we're gonna die
Instinctively, Cas slowly leans in for a kiss. Dean blissfully reciprocates.
“That was really nice”, Dean says, beaming, as he breaks away from their kiss to breathe.
Cas laughs, “Yeah it was”. Then Dean pulls Cas in for another slow, passionate kiss.
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End notes:
Wow! Who knew Kesha could bring these two together by creating a perfect song called Animal! (You should listen to it). Anyways I hoped this made you smile :) Since it’s my first fic I’d definitely love some comments! Constructive criticism is always welcome and I’m open to prompts :)
Shout out to https://longingcas.tumblr.com/ for beta reading!!
P.S. waywardfic.tumblr.com will have more upcoming fics and also waywardgalpal.tumblr.com is my spn/multifandom blog.
I really like this cause it’s reaaaaaally fluffy. Tell me what you think. Also the timelines don’t really work out for this, and I don’t know why Sam is so much older then Mary, or why she is named Mary but anyway her you go!
Word Count: 3212
Mary Winchester was in all rights a hunter. So then why couldn't she go hunting with her brothers, Sammy and Dean? Pouting she tugged on Dean’s oversized shirt and asked him.
“Not today kid kay?” He said, tousling her hair.
“But I'm a big girl aren't I?” She said, eyes wide, looking at Sam. She tried to appeal to him knowing Dean was a lost cause.
"Sorry Mary. We’ll bring you along some other time.”
“Fine” she left with a pout and wouldn't talk to them till they had to leave.
“A hug, so you'll stay safe.” It was a ritual, every time the they went on a hunt, she'd give them a hug to keep them safe because she couldn’t be there.
Five years later, at the age of 14, Mary Winchester fell in love. Dean nearly flipped when she told him. Sam was even worse. He wanted to march over to his house and make him regret ever setting eyes on Mary. John would have gutted him had Mary not intervened and ignored them for about a week until they all apologized. None of the three could bear it if she was angry with them so they let him be. Although when he came to drop her off after their dates, John would glare at him as Mary rolled her eyes.
It wasn't until she was 17 that she was coming along on hunts with them regularly. She loved it, was made for it more than any of them were. Then John disappeared and ended up dying. When she was 20, she came along with them on that one fateful hunt, where she finally met her namesake, her mother. She went home and cried that day. For the life that was lost, and the mother she would never know.
Neither Dean, nor Sammy was good at consoling people. Yet they both came into her room, even as she told them to get out, while covering her face. Her face was puffy from crying, her eyes red, and her sobs could be heard throughout the entire house. Sammy wrapped his arms around her, and Dean hugs them both. He started to hug Hey Jude, like he used to when they were both younger. The next day, Dean made pancakes, with chocolate chips and put a smiley face on top. Cooking for both Mary and Sam had left him with a surprisingly good cooking ability. Slowly but surely, they fell into a pattern. Dean would get up and make them pancakes, or something else, while Sam was looking for a case. Mary would sit around, chatting to both of them. Neither Dean, nor Sam wanted her to put her through growing up quickly, even though it was already too late. They all help with the chores, and pretend to be a normal family. That all changed when Castiel arrived.
Mary Winchester knew from the beginning that Cas was going to be an important part of their lives. She looked at the way that her brother had slowly fallen for him, which brought her back to what she was doing right now.
“Sam can you call Gabriel down here?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said, “But why?” Mary Winchester wasn't a fool. She saw the way Sam blushed when she mentioned Gabriel. But that was next in her to do list.
“Because I have a plan and I need Gabriel’s help.” She said.
“Well why can't you call him?” Sam asked.
“Because,” she replied, “He'll listen to you.” Sam just sighed.
"GABRIEL GET DOWN HERE!" He yelled. Gabriel arrived, sucking on a lollipop. Sam swallowed, left unable to talk. “Uh-ummm” That only left Mary being able to talk.
“Gabe we're going to get Dean and Cas to see past their noses and admit their feelings for each other.” Sam’s eyes widened. He really did look moosey, Mary mused. Gabriel started choking.
Recovering, he said “Why not? It'll be the most fun I've had in centuries. And they both need to finally admit their feeling for each other. I mean it was fun at first watching them stumble, but now I just want to bang my head against a wall watching them.” Sam squeaked out a noise which Mary chose to interpret as a yes.
"Ok so Part 1 of Operation Destiel. We get them to convince their feelings.”
“How are we going to do that?” Sam asked pointedly looking anywhere but at Gabriel. “They’ll never confess their love to each other.”
“That’s the geniusness of this plan. They won’t confess their love to each other; they’ll confess it to us. Then we’ll stuff them into a room and tell them they’re in love with each other and BOOM! They become a couple, just like that.” They were both nodding slowly, as this idea made sense to them both. Sam risked a glance towards Gabriel, who was still sucking the lollipop. He looked over at Sam and smirked. Sam looked away hurriedly, and Gabriel slumped his shoulders, looking vaguely disappointed. Mary just rolled her eyes. After this was all over, she was going to invest in a pair of noise cancelling headphones, and go read a book or something. For now, Operation Destiel was in operation. She frowned as that was slightly repetitive. She shook her head and looked back to her moosey brother, and the annoying angel. They were still acting like teenagers. She just sighed and got up to go to Dean’s room. No sense in waiting.
She was pounding on his door. “Dean let me in!” He opened the door.
“Hey Mary. What do ya need?” he asked. She barged in, shut the door, and sat on the bed.
“Sit down Dean, we need to talk.” He looked at, confused, but did what she asked. “We need to talk about your feelings for Cas.” His eyes widened, and a strangled sound came out of him.
“I have no idea what you're talking about,” he said gruffly. “None at all!” That came out a little higher than he expected. There were some things you absolutely didn’t talk about with anyone and this was one of them.
“Dean,” Mary started “ if you could see past your nose, you'd see how much you love the angel.” Dean started to say something. “And don't give me the, ‘he deserves better than me’ crap. You two are in love with each other, and while I know you won't talk to me right now, I know you'll think about what I said, and hopefully tell him how much you love him” she said, knowing full well he wouldn't tell Cas how much he loved him.
“But what if he doesn't love me back?” Dean asked softly, abandoning his tough guy act for a while. “What if I make the biggest mistake of my life telling him? What if he doesn't love me back and I've ruined our friendship? After all I've done,” he said, looking down at his hands, “he has every right not to love me, and he probably doesn't.” Dean’s voice warbled.
“Dean,” Mary said shaking his shoulders. “Stop with the self loathing. You do deserve to be loved, we all love you. And trust me when I say your angel loves you back!” Dean just shook his head and sighed sadly.
“He won't, Mary. It's no use getting my hopes up. I'm happy just to be his friend, and to be this close to him.” Mary just sighed and opened the door.
“Just think about it Dean, I know he does love you back.” Then she left his room. She didn't want to go directly to Cas, so she headed to the bunker’s library to catch up on some reading.
She heard a shuffling sound, and some other noises from a bookshelf further back. She headed there to investigate. She got a face full of her moosey brother, and the trickster kissing passionately. They were firmly entangled together. You couldn't even tell where one of them began and the other ended. Sam’s hands were entangled in Gabriel’s hair, and he was pulling him closer. Gabriel was clutching Sam’s coat and pulling him deeper. They were kissing with a desperate passion, almost like the were thirsty men stranded in the desert, and the other was the only source of water. They didn’t hear her come in, so she kicked a bookshelf to make some noise. They both sprang apart.
“I-I have a good explanation for this” Sam said blushing deeply. He looked over to Gabriel, whose face was red all over, and hair mussed. Mary smirked.
“I'm sure you do. But anyway congratulations on getting your heads out of your asses. You guys were next on my list but I guess that's resolved itself.” She shrugged. “Sorry for interrupting by the way.” She waved at them and left the library. Heading back to her room, she realized in her haste to get out of there, she hadn't brought any books with her. She shrugged. She'd live. She had a lot of books strewn across her room. Maybe she'd start reading Supernatural, the book series. She could use a good laugh.
A little while later she went up to go to Cas’s room. Cas was often oblivious, and there was no way he’d believe Dean would ever have feelings for him. So she'd have to be a little more subtle with him. She knocked on his door, and it swung open.
“Hey Cas,” she said.
“Hello Mary” He responded. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah actually,” she said crossing into his room. “I was wondering something.” He tilted his head, and Mary took it as a sign to continue. She shut the door behind her.
“Cas,” she began. “Do you think of me as your sister?” Cas raised his eyebrows at this.
“Of course I do Mary,” he said. “I think of all of you as my family.”
“Well you know family tells each other everything right?” She asked. He tilted his head again, confused.
“Yes” He responded.
“Well then do you love my brother?” She asked. Cas looked slightly panicked at that.
“N-no, of course not,” he said sounding strained. Mary just gave him a look.
“Cas, please don’t lie to me,” she said. “It’s kinda hard not to notice pretty much everything that’s been going on with you two.” Cas looked very alarmed at the fact that she knew his secret.
“Please don’t tell him,” he said. “I, just,” he took a deep breath and continued. “He would never look at me the same again, and I can’t bear to lose Dean’s friendship.” He looked so distraught at the thought Mary’s heart broke at the sight.
“Just tell him then,” she said. “He loves you back, just tell him!” Cas shook his head sadly.
“It’s okay Mary; I’ve long since stopped deluding myself with any notion of being loved back.” She just sighed in frustration.
“Alright then, if that’s what you think.” She shook her head and left.
She texted Sam to meet her in her room and went to the kitchen for a snack. Coming back to her room, she saw Sam and Gabriel making out again.
“Guys, please, not in front of me.” They didn’t seem to hear her so she went to her desk. She didn’t have any water, but she always carried around holy water so that was going to have to do. She tossed an entire bottle’s content on the two of them and reluctantly they broke apart. They were still holding hands and if the sight wasn’t so disgustingly sweet, Mary would have smiled.
“K, so we need to get the two of them in a room together now. Alone.” She said. “We could knock Dean out, and call Cas into the room.” she said.
“Mary, it would be a lot easier to just text them to meet us and lock them in together,” Sam said.
“I agree,” said Gabriel. Mary shook her head and sighed.
“Yes we could do that, but years from now, when their grandchildren are asking them how they happened, this sounds more dramatic, and a helluva lot more romantic than that.” Gabriel just looked at Sam, who shrugged. After talking with them for some time, Mary went back into Dean’s room.
“Hey Dean, I need some help,” she said. “I’m going out tonight, so which one smells better?” She handed him two pieces of cloth with chloroform on them. Sniffing one, he gagged and after sniffing the other, he was knocked out. With his angel mojo, Gabriel transported Dean to a random room, while Mary called Cas. Just as he appeared, Dean woke up, and Sam and Gabriel disappeared to somewhere. Cas immediately rushed over to Dean’s side.
Gently shaking him, Cas asked if he was okay. Coming to a seated position, Dean stared at Mary. Cas looked at her strangely as well.
“So…” she said. “I think you two already know we’re all here,” Both of them looked at her, very panicked, and refusing to meet each other’s eyes.
“Cas, Dean, never have I met such stubborn people in my life. And we are going to grow old before anything happens so I’ve decided to take this into my hands. And by my, I mean Sam and Gabriel were involved as well, so yeah.” They were both imploring her not to take this any further but she tried not to notice them.
“Cas, Dean is absolutely in love with you, and Dean, Cas is very, very much in love with you as well.” To her surprise Dean just shook his head.
“Mary, please don’t fill me with false hope,” he whispered. “Cas will never love me back, and it’s okay. I don’t exactly deserve it, after all I’ve done.” Cas just took looked at Dean angrily.
“How dare you!” he yelled. “How dare you don’t think you don’t deserve to be loved! How could you think that?” Dean looked up at Cas, surprised, but Cas was too angry to notice it. “Dean Winchester, if anyone deserves to be loved it’s you! You who has saved the world several times, who the world owes too great a debt! Dean how could you think that?” Cas looked into Dean’s eyes at the last part, almost brought to the point of tears. “Dean, I love you, I always have.” Dean was shocked, to say at the least.
“I love you too Cas.” Cas leaned in slowly, cupping Dean’s cheek and kissed him slowly. Dean responded back enthusiastically, clutching Cas’s dirty trench coat and pulling him closer. Mary smiled and left the room, happy her job was complete.
About a year later, Dean was making pancakes, while Cas wandered in half asleep and Dean smiled at his boyfriend.
“Mornin’ sunshine,” he said. Cas just yawned and tried to give Dean a kiss. He ended up knocking Mary’s plate over in the process and kissing Dean on the nose instead. Cas really wasn’t much of a morning person until he'd had his coffee. Mary smiled at this display of affection. Sam came in with a cup of coffee and Gabriel in tow, munching on candy. All their mornings were like this, happy and warm, and safe. Something all of them deserved after the crap they’d gone through. Later that day, Cas had a very important question to ask Mary. He met her in the hallway, saying he wanted to ask her something.
“Mary,” he said taking in a deep breath. “Would you, wouldyoumindbeingmysisterinlaw?” he rushed out. It took Mary a moment to understand him, but when she hid, she had the biggest smile on her face.
“Oh my gosh!” she squealed. “Cas, of course I would!” she wrapped her arms around him, just feeling her heart lift. “You didn’t need to ask me you know,” she said.
“But I wanted to. Is that not what people generally do? Ask their significant other’s loved ones.” Mary chuckled at this.
“Sometimes,” she said. “If they want to” Cas just looked at her like ‘there you go’.
“When are you going to ask him?” she asked. Cas looked both ways before answering “Today, du-” He was cut off with Gabriel appearing and slapping him on the back.
“Always knew you’d get the guts to do it one day Cassie,” he laughed. “Congratulations baby brother!” Cas looked slightly miffed that Gabriel had already found out. “Where’s the ring?” Cas rolled his eyes and took out a velvet box. As he passed it around, Sam appeared. Taking one look at the ring, he let out a whoop and gave Cas a bear hug. Hearing the noise, Dean wandered into the hallway wondering what was happening. They were all standing there, grinning like idiots while Cas’s hands were behind his back.
“Is there something going on that I don’t know about?” Dean asked. Gabriel started nudging Cas and Sam kicked him in the shins.
“OW!” he howled.
“No Dean,” she sighed, “There is nothing going on.” Dean just shrugged and left. Mary let out the grin she was holding and hugged Cas again.
That night, everything went out without a hitch. Dean said yes, there was a lot of crying, and he called Mary, Sam and Gabriel to tell them.
The wedding was quite small, on a grassy hill with Bobby as the officiator. They'd invited all their friends including Charlie, Kevin and a few others they'd met over the years. Sam was Dean’s best man, and Cas’s best wo(man) was Mary. She was his best friend, other than Sam and Dean, and he couldn't think of anyone else to be there with him. Their wedding was one of the happiest things anyone there had witnessed, which wasn’t saying much considering they all lived pretty sad lives. But seeing the two of them, happy together, no one could admit that happiness didn't exist in the world. And when the moment came, they both proudly said “I do”, sealing their bond with a kiss.
If you’re still up for prompts: “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
#84 - “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Cas finds Dean in the garage, his footsteps following the beat of the music currently blasting from the wireless speakers Dean installed a few months ago.
He’s bent in half when Cas rounds the corner, his upper body deep in the trunk of the car. Cas is so busy staring at the strip of Dean’s skin where the back of his shirt has ridden up—and trying his absolute hardest to not let his gaze travel further—that it takes him a moment to figure out what’s wrong with this picture.
“Is that my car?”
Dean smacks his head on the trunk, a string of curses falling from his mouth. “Dammit, Cas. What did I say about creeping up on people?”
Cas wants to say that Dean was too busy shaking his ass and singing his heart out to have heard him whether he’d bothered to announce himself or not. But of course—
“My apologies, Dean. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Dean waves a hand at him, turning to dig in the toolbox on the bench next to him.
“What are you doing?” Cas asks, the picture of Dean covered in grease, wearing shorts, and bopping his head to the music filtering throughout the room, one that he’s finding hard to process. Dean is in his element here, and Cas almost regrets disturbing him, the happiness radiating off the man both foreign and yet entirely, wholesomely overdue.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“It looks like you’re doing your best Danny Zuko impression.”
Dean’s laughter echoes around the garage, and it’s the best thing Cas has heard since he fell.
“Cas, I know I’ve said this before—but don’t ever change.”
Cas rolls his eyes, walking further up to the Continental so he can rest his hip against the door. “I’ll try my hardest not to.”
“Good.”
The word is wrapped in a layer of smug satisfaction that makes Cas’ stomach flip. Shaking it off, he leans down to look at what Dean is doing.
“Is that—”
“You bet your ass it is,” Dean cuts in, glancing up and grinning at him.
Cas stares down at the custom weapons deck Dean is currently installing into the trunk of the Continental. It’s not dissimilar to the one in the Impala, and Cas can already see a hollow that would be perfect for his angel blade. He’d discovered fairly quickly that hiding things up the sleeve of his trenchcoat didn’t work as well as it did back when he still had his Grace. He smiles fondly at the memory—Dean had laughed then, too. But something about Dean’s laughter always fills him with warmth, and somehow he knows that even when Dean is laughing at him, he’s not really laughing at him.
“Why are you doing this?” Cas asks, and Dean blushes, looking away.
“You’re human now, Cas. You can’t rely on your Grace as a weapon anymore. I know Sammy’s been teaching you how to shoot a gun.”
Dean’s hedging, and truthfully, for all his skills as a hunter, and for all the masks he can wear and the lies he can tell, Cas has always been able to tell when he’s keeping something back.
“So why can’t I just keep my gun in the Impala?”
“Because.” Dean sighs, reaching for his phone so he can lower the volume of the music. “You’re a hunter, you’re gonna be hunting with us now.” There’s a pause as Dean looks up at Cas, question in his eyes, and Cas nods hurriedly, baffled that Dean could think for a moment that he would rather be doing anything else. “Right. So. Any hunter worth his weight knows you gotta have a good weapons store hidden in the trunk.”
“Dean, I don’t understand…”
Dean huffs, shutting the trunk with a snap and turning so he can lean back on it. Cas stares at his profile, admiring the lean length of it propped up against his car. Yes, he thinks, soaking it in. This is good.
“I figured since things have calmed down now, what with most of the fallen angels being rounded up, we could take a little road trip. Go find your Grace.” Dean looks hesitant, and Cas aches to reach for him, to tell him how fast his heart is beating at the implication of those words.
“And you’d leave Sam the Impala?” Cas says it like it’s just a small thing, but it’s not, and they both know it.
Dean looks torn, but only for a second, shrugging it off as though he’s already had this conversation with himself at least a few times. “Yeah,” he nods once, sharply, before relaxing into a fond smile. “The damn Moose is way too big for anything the Men of Letters have got stashed in here, anyway.”
Cas lets that sink in for a while, watching as Dean picks up a wrench and starts turning it over in his hands. Evidently the silence is too much for Dean.
“Look. The world isn’t ending—
“For the moment.” Cas cuts in, eyebrow raised and a small smile tugging at his lips.
“—there isn’t some big bad evil after us right now—”
“That we know of.”
“—and yeah, okay, you lost your Grace, but we’ll get it back—”
“So you keep saying.”
“—and—wait, what is that supposed to mean?” Dean whirls to face him, but Cas is too busy biting his lip to hold back his laughter to answer. Apparently Dean’s happiness has been wearing off on him.
Dean chuckles, shaking his head and pointing the wrench at him. “You know, you’re lucky you’re cute, Cas.”
Cas beams.
“You think I’m cute?”
Dean rolls his eyes and pops the trunk back open—weird, meaningful, unexpected conversation apparently over.
“Get outta here, asshole.” Cas turns to leave, making it halfway across the garage with butterflies trembling so hard in his stomach he’s practically bursting with it, this foreign sense of giddiness taking over him. “Oh and Cas?” Cas stops and looks back over his shoulder at Dean leaning with his palms braced on the back of the Lincoln. They stare at each for a moment, Dean’s eyes searching Cas’ face. Whatever he’s looking for, he apparently finds. “You know maybe, maybe we only need to get one room while we’re away.”
Cas’ breath catches in his throat, and he reminds himself that he does actually have to keep breathing now. Dean looks hesitant again, but this time, he keeps Cas’ gaze, a steely determination shining in his eyes.
“I’d like that, Dean.” Cas replies eventually, the words quiet, far quieter than the pounding of his heart, far quieter than the words that are banging against the walls of his head. “I’d like that a lot.”
Dean nods, satisfied. “Good.”
Cas stares at Dean a while longer, wanting to immortalise this moment, praying to a God he lost faith in long ago that Dean will get to continue being this happy. And then, realising that now he can be the one responsible for Dean’s happiness, he turns and leaves the room.
