#caaaaaaaas

[destielgaysex]

It is 2024

[whichstiel]

Limitless

The woods surrounding the bunker were thickly overgrown, like a closely woven cloak draped over the old building’s shoulders. In the canopy, a squirrel chattered out the borders of its territory. Distant, sleepy birdsong filled the gaps between the branches. Early sunshine reached through the branches like fingers threading through hair. Castiel stood in the perceptible warmth of the sun’s rays, Dean at his elbow.

“You sure you want to do this?” Worry layered Dean’s words - worry learned over a lifetime, so Castiel didn’t rise to it.

“I’m sure.” He manifested his blade and it slid, cool and familiar into his palm. Turning towards Dean, Castiel took his hand and pressed it into his hand. Dean’s fingers closed around it reflexively after a lifetime of handling weapons, and he pulled it close to chest as Castiel shook free from his coat.

“You know I’ll love you no matter what, right? Angel, human. Doesn’t matter to me as long as it’s you.”

Castiel’s lips slid upward. “I know. Believe it or not, that makes this easier. I won’t be able to heal or search minds or—“

“Doesn’t matter.” Dean’s quick assurance resonated with the conversations they’d already had - first after Castiel’s resurrection and later in quiet moments between the covers, as the clock traced out the measures of morning.

“You know, I never feared death. Not for myself. As an angel, I never considered an after of any kind. Now I know that any afterlife is just a fraught for an angel as a human. And just as permanent.” Castiel breathed out slowly. “I tried so hard to make it easy for me to say goodbye to you. I’ve been trying for years. Trying to tell myself that as an angel I could only be near you for so long anyway before you died and found permanent rest in Heaven. I’ll love you forever. But I’ve been trying to say goodbye since we met.”

“I’m sorry for all the times that I—“

Castiel laughed, a lightweight thing. “For what? We were both, as you would say, dumbasses.”

Dean grinned. “Thought you didn’t like that word for you ’n’ me.”

“Times change.” Castiel shrugged and gestured for his blade. “And so do I. This is the right thing for me. You know when the Empty sent me back the first time, I found myself in a field and I lifted my head to the sun shining on my face. And it felt different being on earth again. I was glad to be back but…I wanted more.” He shook his head. “I wanted more, but I didn’t think I could be useful without my grace. But now—“ Castiel cut his grace out in one quick, sure slice. Cool power slid through his body, coiled in his throat, and flowed out of him. He opened his eyes and watched part of himself flow into the earth at their feet.

Dean’s gentle hands closed in on his skin, bandaging his throat and then running careful fingers along Castiel’s jaw, like he could find cracks to fix that way. “Hey. You okay? You can still, I dunno… Call it back?”

Castiel blinked carefully, and tested a deep inhale. Blowing it out slowly, he nodded. “I could call it back,” he said consideringly. “But I won’t.”

“‘Cause now you can ride the human train. With me?”

Leveling a look at Dean, Castiel said, “Don’t think I don’t notice that tone. You are worth my love, and one of these days you’re going to finally believe it.” He leaned down to pick up his coat, pleased to see the tiny green shoots already emerging where his grace had absorbed into the ground. “But it’s not about you. Avoiding the fate of the Empty is well worth the price of admission. Besides…” Castiel ran a loving hand over the delicate shoots, smiling as they tickled along his palm. “This way a part of me will always be close to Jack. Watching over him, or maybe it’s the opposite.”

Castiel stood up and the sun wrapped around Dean and himself. He could no longer describe in detail its wavelength, or see the solar system rotating in its rays. But it was still warm. And when he leaned in to kiss Dean, he didn’t feel like he was lacking. His world stretched and changed, just as he did. A human soul could bloom larger than a galaxy, after all. Whether on earth or the ever-after, he was still a limitless creature grown large in love.

[tinkdw]

Hc: Cas is an amazing poet but he never shares his poems bc most of them are love poems. Even though Cas has never shared them or told anyone Dean knows. Cas gets a specific look when he is writing one and Dean loves the calm look on his face and almost smile. Dean never knows what the poems are about so one day he looks for them. When he finds them they bring tears to his eyes. He went out and got them published for Cas and made into a book. Cas was embarrassed at first but he got used to it.

10x01 Cas: “There’s seemingly nothing but chaos but not all bad comes from it… art, hope, love, dreams” “but those are human things” “yes…”.

I think this fits Cas pretty well right now :)

[magnificent-winged-beast]

CAS!!!!!!

DEAN SHOUTING CAS NAME AT THE PROMO

the only exciting thing of tonight’s … thing.

[howldean]

put me DOWN

[fendergender]

i love when i get off work and everyone here is just earnestly casposting. clocking in to my 2nd job where cas is the man of the hour + sales are through the ROOF

[chevrolangels]

MY COMET SON

[confusedfeelsfangirl]

HAPPY BIRTH OF (SPN) CASTIEL DAY ^_^

I’m not talking about Thursday, but about Castiel as an SPN character, so, 6 years ago we were introduced to Castiel, the cutest (srry Samandriel), most sarcastic, and most human angel of them all!

Though there have been many adventures, I still love him as much as day 1 (being for me not that long ago)... <3

Having no artistic or editing skills this is the best participation i can make to this anniversary...