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a lil something i made for @pretredean ’s birthday 😊 (quote by Richard Siken, from Crush.)

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[tinkdw]

Tink, dearest, do you happen to have a list of every romantic couple deancas has been paralleled with?? Or at least the most important, cuz srly, they're not even subtle?! (I srly don't get how people don't see it, its woven into the text!! It doesn't make sense without it, I despair!) Love, Cloud 💜⛅⛅

Hi hon! Long time no speak!!

Hm, I do have a list somewhere but I haven’t tagged it let me see….

Thanks to everyone who added!

4x10: Dean & Anna.

7x03 Sam & Amy.

7x12 Chronos & Lidia.

7x15 Jeffrey & his demon. 

7x17 Cas & Daphne.

8x03 Cacao & Betsy. 

8x05 Benny & Andrea. 

8x11 Charlie & Gilda.

8x15 Portia & James.

8x16 Artemis & Prometheus. 

9x07 Dean & Robin.

9x13 Maritza & Larry. 

9x20 David & Violet. 

10x02 Cas & Hannah.

10x14 Cain & Colette. 

7x10 Bobby & Karen. 

6x22 Bobby & Ellie. 

4x03 Mary & John. 

11x11 The night manager & his wife.

11x19 Jesse & Cesar.

12x10 Benjamin & his vessel, Ishim & Lily.

12x23, 8x07 Sam & Jess (I think every moment we’ve seen of Jess has now been paralleled to Dean/Cas). 

season 4 = Sam & Ruby // Dean & Cas.

Anyone want to add? I’ll keep updating and adding extras if you don’t mind, I’d also like a comprehensive list!

[buckbakes]

deanbenny, obv! hey marlz!

hey cloud! <3

alright guys get ready for a hELL OF A RIDE LET’S GO

who’s the cuddler: they both love cuddling okay, especially in the early morning when they’re still sleep-drunk and warm and cozy and they get tangled in the sheets and in each other, with their legs woven together adn they just breathe in each other’s scent. (dean is mostly the one who initiates it in any other situation, though)

who makes the bed: dean is super sloppy, benny is always cleaning up after him. he makes the bed every morning and he always smells dean’s pillow when he does bc it smells so like dean

who wakes up first: dean is awake very early but he’s never really there yet. he’s far from being a morning person so he always just lies awake with his eyes closed and presses closer to benny so he’s listening to his heartbeat and he’s just content to lie like that for hours

who has the weird taste in music: benny listens to music from the time he was still alive & human and dean thinks it’s a little weird bc it sounds nothing like the stuff he listens to and he never quite grows to like it but he does love the peaceful, happy expression it gives benny so he really doesn’t mind at all

who is more protective: they’re both a little overprotective bc they both have a knack for trouble and it does get a little annoying sometimes but they both know it’s just bc they love each other and it saves their lives more than once, so. neither of them are really complaining

who sings in the shower: benny likes to sing cliché country songs in the shower so loudly it can be heard all the way down in the basement. dean just likes lying on their bed when he does, in the room next to the bathroom so he hears benny’s whisky drawl singing very clearly and he just closes his eyes and listens

who cries during movies: benny is super Not Prepared for all that emotional shit (when did movies get this good???? he doesn’t know) but there’s always a quiet sniffle from him and obv it gets him a lot of cuddles

who spends the most while out shopping: benny just likes expensive clothes okay, it’s not his fault he has good taste! at least he doesn’t just own 23482543 flannels and wear the same jeans every day

who kisses more roughly: benny looks a lil ruff but he’s actually v soft. dean’s the one that’s hungry for touch and in his desperation he tends to get a little handsy, a little rougher than he really means to be but benny doesn’t mind. he quite likes it, in fact, when dean grabs his face in his hands and crashes their lips together like his life depends on it

who is more dominate: benny but he’s like a soft dom. lots of kisses and gentle touches and teasing and spooning afterwards. benny is the big spoon ofc

gets jealous the most: dean gets jealous really easily and it can be a bit annoying but benny mostly just finds it amusing. he tries to make him jealous sometimes, just to see dean’s face turn a pretty shade of read when he stands a little too close to another man, or to see the fire in his eyes as he strides over and kisses benny obscenely in front of said other man

one headcanon I have: there’s just too many??? but one of my faves is woke dad!deanbenny that @lafitte came up with i’m still NOT OVER IT

nicknames: benny calling dean ‘cher’ is all i live for

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 429352958350349

send me a ship

[ladyedelgards]

[make me choose] @castielsmoon asked: Quicksilver or Scarlet Witch?

Couldn’t choose here, love them both! :') (This is the game and this is my askbox. Ask away!)

[helianthus21]

castielsmoon hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: AU where Cas closes Heaven behind himself and the...

nonope nope nope nope i hope you die and meet me in hell k? kay (ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *screams into the void*

deletingpoint hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet:

   whyy    

xD They’d get a happy end of course. But first angst. Abandonment issues, pining, and who knows what’s happening to Cas up there? A lot of angels are still pissed at him. And Dean gets to experience how Cas must have felt when he prayed to him and he couldn’t answer. Or maybe it’s different for him? Maybe Cas could just ignore it easily, Dean’s probably not the first person who’s ever prayed to him, and maybe he’s happy up there and the letters stopped because everything he’s lost was now granted back to him and he doesn’t miss Dean anymore, is probably slowly forgetting about him altogether, but it’s the not knowing that’s killing Dean here isn’t it

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[profound-boning]

Just Give Me a Try

Supernatural Prompt Challenge January: Emotions prompt: Courage pairings: destiel wordcount: 3.4k tags: no warnings apply, meet cute at a rock climbing gym, experienced climber sam, newbie dean, dean is bi, tattooed hippie route setter cas, ao3

beta shoutouts for @punkascas and @jhoomwrites x

On a chilly Thursday evening, Dean’s perspective on climbing nerds like Sam changes.

Sure, he’d seen some good-looking people at Sam’s favored gym before, employees and fellow climbers alike. But this guy takes the cake.

How the hell Dean had never seen him before he doesn’t know, but he’s ready to give thanks to all major deities he knows of for Sam wanting to go to this 'setter’s meeting.'

Sam had explained in the car that the setters are employees of the gym who design and then install new routes on a weekly basis.

“They do all kinds of training and certification for it,” he’s saying, tapping his foot excitedly. “And it’s amazing to watch them work. Who even has the brain for that sort of thing?”

Dean just nods, pulling into the parking lot next to the warehouse which houses the gym. It looks so drab and inconspicuous on the outside, you’d never guess there’s a lively bunch of hippie rock climbers inside.

He’s uncertain about what possible contributions he could make. He’s only been climbing half a dozen times, he didn’t even know what a heel hook was until two days ago.

Sam has been rock climbing seriously for about two years, ever since he took a class at his college on a whim. Turns out it’s the perfect form of exercise for a Sasquatch, and he’s been raving about it to Dean ever since. Dean was wary at first but he finds himself enjoying it a little more every time they go together.

Kind of like California, actually. Dean had been nervous as hell to move away from Kansas, from everything he’s ever known. But in truth, there was nothing left for him in Lawrence. Just a childhood tinged with sadness. And Sam always sounded so damn happy on the phone and over Skype. He’d found a great place to be, but he still missed his brother. Dean couldn’t begrudge him that, obviously, since he’d felt the same way. Turns out the best solution for both of them was the same: that Dean move out to Palo Alto. He’d been scared, but so far it's been worth it.

When they step into the gym, they greet Hannah at the front desk. Sam spots a couple of his friends right away and Dean sprawls out on the largest couch in the sitting area. His eye is drawn to where Sam is pulling on his favorite pair of climbing shoes. They’re completely flat on the bottom though if you look closely you can see the curve from heel to toe, where the shoe is pointed and made for a climber to perch on their toes, no matter how small the foot hold.

Should I even rent shoes? He wonders if other regulars come in to climb while the setters are working.

“You’ll need shoes, won’t you?” A gruff voice suddenly speaks from above him. Dean looks up and is momentarily mesmerized by striking blue eyes and a dark, scruffy jawline.

“Uh,” he stalls. Dean stands up and is pleased to find he’s got an inch or two on this guy. “M’not really sure I need ‘em. Not sure if I can climb while they’re, uh, setting. The, uh. The routes.”

One eyebrow raised, the guy looks Dean up and down. (No it is not like that, mind out of the gutter, Winchester.) “You certainly don’t have to climb if you don’t want to, but we could always use a beginner’s input. I want you to be just as successful as an experienced climber.” He extends one hand towards Dean, who takes a moment to appreciate the geometric tattoo on the man’s tanned forearm. “I’m Cas.”

“Dean.” He shakes Cas’s hand in greeting and takes in the Bouldering Club t-shirt stretched across his muscular chest. “You work here?”

“Yep.” Cas pops the ‘p’ sound with a small smile. “Moved out here a few years ago for training and I never left.”

“That’s my brother.” Dean jabs his thumb in Sam’s direction. “He graduated from Stanford and kinda convinced me that Palo Alto is more exciting than Kansas ‘bout six months ago. Convincing me to climb with him was a little more recent though.”

Cas’s smile grows. “It’s cool he got you into it. I recognize him. Sam, right?”

“Yeah.” Dean nods, crossing his arms over his chest. For some reason, realizing that Cas met Sam first creates an ugly black storm cloud in his gut.

“So, is it your first time at a setter’s meeting, then?” Cas continues, his posture open and friendly.

Dean nods again and out of the corner of his eye, he sees Sam coming their way.

“Hey,” Sam greets with a little nudge to Dean’s shoulder. “Glad to see you making friends, you old geezer. Told’ya not everyone here is a ‘hippie douchebag.’”

He flushes and pushes at Sam’s shoulder with a bit more aggression than Sam had used.

But Cas just laughs. “Well, I’m probably guilty of being a hippie. I plead the fifth on douchebaggery, though.”

“Try not to use too much lawyer talk, Cas,” Dean warns. “You’ll get him all hot and bothered.”

“Hey!” This time Sam smacks Dean with more force. Cas chuckles again.

“A lawyer from Stanford, huh?”

“I guess that’s me,” Sam concedes. “I hope he hasn’t told you any more or I’ll have to go back and let you know what’s fact and fiction.”

“It’s all right, Sammy, I didn’t tell him about the Superman undies.” Dean dodges another hit.

“But if you had, then I could’ve told you about my Batman ones,” Cas interjects.

“Oh no,” Sam sighs with a very put-upon air. “Now you’ve done it.”

Cas just looks confusedly at Sam while Dean quickly covers up the no doubt hungry look on his face.

“Now it’s Dean who’s all hot and bothered.”

“All right, all right,” Dean shoves both Sam and Cas towards the wall. “Maybe you two losers should be over there. Working. Or something.”

He watches the pair amble over to the group of other employees in matching Bouldering Club t-shirts. A short guy with floppy honey colored hair gives both of them a tight hug. A handsome black woman hands Cas a box of the colorful rock thingys and after saying something to Sam, she punches him in the shoulder (Dean likes her already).

“Let’s get to it then.” Cas and his team begin adding the first of the rocks—uh, foot holds—at the bottom of the wall. The noise of their drills is near deafening, thanks to the acoustics of the gym. But it’s mesmerizing to watch them add, step back, adjust, and study what they’re creating. After a while, Sam and a few other people in regular athletic clothing and climbing shoes step up to test out the first couple of moves.

The two employees that Dean had noticed earlier are named Gabriel and Raphael respectively. He learns this because they and Cas seem to be the most experienced. Also because people keep yelling at Gabe to quit fucking around.

Dean also enjoys overhearing Cas teasing Sam for his height.

“Dean.”

He’s startled by the sound of his name.

“Dean.” Cas beckons to him this time. “Come over here.”

Dean bites his lip and rises from the couch. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and shuffles over.

“What’s up?”

“Can you please try this?” He points to some small looking hand holds. Dean bites his lip, considering.

“But—but I’m not—”

“Please.” Oh no. Cas has big blue puppy dog eyes to rival Sam’s.

“I—. Okay, fine.” Dammit.

He goes back to the front desk and Hannah hands him the correct pair of shoes and he changes into them swiftly. Standing next to Cas again, he eyeballs the green starting position. His cheeks are warm with blush as he looks at the holds higher on the wall. (He still doesn’t know what Sam sees exactly when he does this. Something about 'planning your route' and 'looking at the whole problem.' Dean’s not sure. They just look like colorful rocks to him.) Of course, it’s only about halfway complete at the moment. Cas smiles at him encouragingly.

Dean levers himself onto the wall, gripping the two hand holds tightly, perched on the smaller foot holds. Gingerly, he reaches up. Steps on another foot hold. Balances. Looks around. Up again. Slowly he finds each position and soon enough he’s reached what is, so far, the end of the route.

Cas is grinning at him from the ground. “That was great, Dean. Exactly what I wanted.”

Dean looks up to the ceiling to avoid letting that train of thought grow any more inappropriate.

“Hop down so I can keep going.”

Uh. Dean’s stomach knots up. His toes are only about five feet off the ground, but his six-foot frame makes it seem like eleven feet and, oh God, what if he lands wrong and damages something? They can’t take care of medical bills right now. What—

“Dean,” Cas calls him back to the moment gently. “There’s a crash pad underneath you now. Try downclimbing. Just go in reverse and back down the way you came up until you’re comfortable jumping off.”

 Deep breath. Okay.

He follows Cas’s advice and lowers himself to the ground. But once he’s there, he can’t bring himself to make eye contact with Cas. Not only is the guy smoking hot, but he’s an experienced climber, like Sammy, and probably has no worries about leaping from the top of the wall.

But Cas doesn’t say anything about it, just claps Dean on the shoulder and moves towards the wall to make adjustments. Dean awkwardly shuffles further away, giving the other employees and climbers space.

Later, after all of the routes on the north and south walls have been reset and Dean is driving them home in the Impala, Sam jumps at the chance to give Dean a little grief.

“C’mon, Dean,” he prods. “You think Cas is hot even though he’s a hippie, don’t you.”

“Whatever, man.” Thank goodness it’s dark enough to (hopefully) hide his blush.

“Well, he certainly likes you,” Sam says with an air of smug satisfaction. “I can tell.”

“And how on Earth could you possibly know that?” Really, he should win an Oscar for how chilled out and not at all interested he sounds.

“The way he was checking you out, for starters.” Sam smirks at him. “Plus, I dunno, Cas isn’t really… friendly? Not that he’s an asshole, but in all the times I’ve seen him I haven’t seen him talking to other people a lot. If he’s at the desk, he’s courteous, but he’s not chatty. He doesn’t do private lessons. If he’s helping someone else climb, he’s straight to the point and it’s over. I don’t even know how he knew my name, except that I’ve been there so often. Gabe talks with everyone and Raphael gives the most lessons and even Hannah is more sociable than Cas is. So, why you?”

“Why me what?”

“Don’t be obtuse Dean. There were other climbers there tonight, weren’t there? But he went over to where you were sitting and asked you to climb his routes. Why would he do that, when really it’s better to have someone experienced with plenty of stamina to do it? Hmmm, I wonder.” Sam finishes mockingly, nudging Dean’s shoulder.

Dean tosses and turns for over an hour that night thinking about what Sam said and smiling furiously into the darkness of his bedroom.

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[edenial]

cant figure out whether cas is cosette or éponine in les mis