There is something in the way the air stills when Castiel spins around to look back at Dean, his eyes sharp and commanding looking only to assure himself Dean hasn’t suddenly turned to a corpse in the last few moments... that weren’t moments at all. Here there isn’t time in the way there is only the mind numbing endlessness that crawls through what looks like and acts suspiciously like a forest with corners unsettling and deep. Dean wonders to himself how he’s managed to feel anything more than the spike of adrenaline that comes after the ebbing fear.
When he found him , them ... The angel. His angel. He was all dirt and scruff and still in Dean’s eyes he was the picture of glowing….. still his existence is that bright beacon of all his stubborn hope.
In the corner of Dean’s eye in the moments where his reflexes carried him with violent whiplash following a slash of his blade he swears there are glimpses of his angel truly. He’s all blue and spinning; dizzying and comforting all in one clean sweep. Something like city lights reflecting in damp asphalt after thunderstorms roamed them all night.
He’s all encompassing with his blazing furry. When Dean feels the touch of his angel’s palm again it burns anew ...as it once had. When the rack was burning beneath Dean’s hands , a torturer's knife twist, a sick scream given way to grievous unforgiving meat hooks. Dean swears he remembers it now... the raising of his broken soul .. the way Castiel wrapped him up and rebuilt him so carefully. Bits and pieces of it clawing into his subconscious mind when he catches himself drifting to sleep only to jolt and shutter against the bark of the arching tree. Dean’s eyes frantically search and settle on the angel's tan tattered cloth.
Castiel , how much he’d changed and how he was still unchanged. A soldier , a leader , a terrifying unfathomable force. Purgatory had made Dean remember, what more Cas was. He was his comrade in arms , his friend ... but they were always something so much more , swirling , cosmic and towering. Not human although he’d die for them , had walked among them , was losing everything for them.. but also just Him. For the righteous man who all but scoffed at the title. A Man , A hero who rarely thinks of their own sacrifices but feels all the crushing weight... all of the blistering pain of the torture’s hands turned ever inward. How unforgiving his own swallowed words and broken promises to his brother , to his father , to the world.
His angel scowls mean out into the not horizon looming ahead. He’s made his choice, everything for One man, who means everything to him and to everyone else. He reminds himself , he cannot be selfish in moments so unkind. Oh to be blinded and brilliant as he once was, he’d give it all and more.
Of Poppies and Mead (7K Post-confession cannon!verse , poet!Cas , flustered!Dean ) including my original poetry 🐝
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Summary : Newly human Castiel has been writing, more and more prose , notes , poetry. After finding an abandoned poem scribbled on a rumpled napkin Dean can hardly take his eyes away from the once angel’s hand whenever it’s gliding across a page, his curiosity busting at the seams.
Of Poppies and Mead (5k Post-confession cannon!verse , poet!Cas , flustered!Dean ) including my original poetry 🐝
Summary: Newly human Castiel has been writing, more and more prose , notes and poetry. After finding an abandoned poem scribbled on a crumpled napkin Dean can hardly take his eyes away from the once angel’s hand whenever it’s gliding across a page, his curiosity has him busting at the seams.
Coming May 1st as part of the @destiel-buzzy-bee-bang !!! Keep your eyes out for all the lovely buzzy bee related destiel fic’s to come ! 🐝💛
Lilac my Beloved Ficlet ( Aka what I seen in my head whilst writing the poem) ( unbataed)
(Poem)
Dean found the plot of land much faster than he expected .
It was suppose to be a surprise but once he had the key’s there was no hiding his vibration or his infectious smile , all this radiant energy born a new.
He sped home , singing top of his lungs carefree and smiling. Calluses fingers tapping and palm striking to the wheel.
What rolling stone had slowed and grown a beautiful weaving of flowers and leaves so green so blue.
“I want take you home , our home.” A flirtatious phrase delivered with honey and joyfully brimming eyes , those warm waters threatening.
“When do you want to go?” A wild smile all pink and white.
“Yesterday, Angel.”
The home is humble , it’s floors creak. The yard overgrown, begging for fresh paint. Just what Dean wished for , dreamed of. Something he could pour into. Build with his battle worn hands , so tired of fighting so much more ready for living.
“Whatcha think?” A proud hand on his hip.
“I see it....I see ourselves happy here.”
This time tears did spill and were caught with kisses and whispered plans.
A garden , a stained glass window , a new front door , a workbench , a brand new table with more than enough chairs.
I was writing fluff yesterday so here’s the second one 😌🍯
Gentle through the window was the morning sun..... long has the time passed for sleepless minds , cold sweats and terrors in the night... now was the Renaissance of quiet kisses on soft skin.
A breath of relief sitting comfortably in their chests pressed flush to one another, a flicker of green melting into blue as they wake.
“Good morning sunshine..” Dean whispered tucking his arms around his sleeping lover as he stole a kiss.
Castiel grumbled softly into Dean’s stubbled cheek lingering on the warmth of his breath.
“Love when you’re grumpy..” Dean teased admiring Cas’ half hooded eyes and soft frown that rested on his lips.
“Dean..”Cas mumbled again now putting his forehead on Dean’s chest like he was trying to curl himself back into a cocoon of sleep.
Dean smiled down at him. His hands gentle on Cas’ back ,thumb softly circling the exposed skin where once wings once had been.
Cas’s breathing was deep and slow as he sank himself into Dean’s every touch. He let out small mews of contentment.
“Let’s get som grub , I know you want that fancy coffee from the new shop.” Dean said through the soft quiet that blanked them.
“That requires leaving.” Cas protested weakly.
Dean chuckled softly carding his fingers in Cas’ hair.
“You’re not wrong there, but the way I see it sooner we’re up , the sooner we can share a nice meal , enjoy the day and end up right back here.” Dean cooed.
“Well if you put it that way.” Castiel rolled his eyes and smiled feeling more awake then he had before.
He pulled himself closer to Dean tangling their bodies further together.
“I’ve very much like to enjoy you before a meal.” Cas’ growled playfully. His hands now roaming like a shark beneath the sheets.
“Whoa there cowboy , save that for later.” He teased flipping Cas against the memory foam.
Dean now loomed above Him. Dean studied those sleepy baby blue eyes and sweet smiling face , His eyes tracing the way the sunlight dancing on his bare chest.
“Because I’m starving...” Dean grinned.
Dean closed all space between them kissing Cas deep and soft.
Cas latched onto him breaking thier kiss to let his lips wonder against Dean’s perfect jaw before circling back to his parted mouth.
“Come on sweetheart.” Dean huffed into his kiss.
Cas wrapped his legs tighter around Dean in protest.
“No , and you certainly can’t make me.” Cas said playfully.
“You challengin’ me, right now ?” Dean chuckled.
One sloppy makeout , and one possible tickle fight later ( that Dean will deny until the end of time ) Cas finally managed to get out of bed and start thier day,
It had been a long drive into the crisp Colorado night.
The highway stretches out and the mountains loomed above. Daybreak was at their heels as the sun slowly crept into the sky.
Dean let out a well earned yawn.
Earning him a soft knowing smile from his angel in the passenger seat.
“We should find somewhere to rest.”
Dean fought back another yawn and hummed in agreement.
“M’ you’re right Cas , next halfway decent place we see we’ll stop.”
Dean lazily smiled over at Cas stealing a glance at his fingers gently tapping against khaki covered knee. The music was low and hardly distinguishable from the low rumble of the road.
Cas gave a satisfied sigh.
The next sign that came into view in the low morning light read :
‘Tom’s Diner’ Next exit’
Dean glided his sleek black car into the right shoulder and down the off ramp.
Within a few minutes they had arrived. The headlights of impala flashed unto the diner’s wide glass window as a wheel moved quickly off the road and into a vacant parking lot.
“Go head inside , M’ call Sam catch him up to speed.”
Cas nodded.
Last Sam had heard they were knee deep in werewolf corpses.
They ended up smack dab in between some kind of family power struggle. It was a whole mess drama and frankly Cas was completely wiped from the whole experience.
He smiled kindly at the waiter and found a table overlooking the parking lot. He could see Dean clearly. He was smiling and shaking his head as he spoke to his younger brother.
Cas scooted into the booth and straightened out his coat. The seats were well worn. What once was a vibrant red was now more subdued and wrinkled.
Castiel’s eyes glanced around the small diner. It was very 50’s. Checkerboard floor , red accents and table top quarter jukeboxes. Photos of burgers and milkshakes littering the white walls. While a milkshake sounded good... the only thing Cas wanted was a warm cup of coffee.
He found himself again looking out the large windows as Dean emerged from the Impala the morning sun reflecting off the cars smooth body. Cas felt the tips of his ears glow. Like a highschooler catching a glimpse of their crush. He chuckled at himself , but there was no denying the way the light hit Dean’s face. He was radiant.
The freckles peppering his nose and cheeks. The summer had been kind to them , bringing them out to be admired. The sunlight caught on his green eyes like stained glass and it made the angels heart skip.
Cas closed his eyes and grinned letting himself sink back into the booth for what felt like only a moment.
“Earth to Cas.” Dean teased.
Cas opened his eyes and hummed.
“Just tired.”
“Yeah , I’ll say we didn’t sign up for all that Were-sibling rivalry.” Dean laughed.
“Order anything yet?”
“No , I was waiting for you.” Cas answered.
Dean waved over the young waiter.
They ordered two black coffee’s and short stacks with the works.
Conversation came easy as they finished breakfast.
Cas reached out laying his open hand on the table tilting his head, eyes twinkling. Dean smirked and placed his own within it.
“You’re so sappy.” Dean said through his smile. His hand squeezing Cas’s softly.
“You find it , and I’m quoting you here , adorable.”
Dean rolled his eyes.
Cas took a drink of his coffee with his free hand and grinned.
“Okay , m’ going to go pick up the tab.” Dean said getting up and placing a sticky kiss on Cas’s lips. Syrup. Cas shook his head. He’d told Dean he used way too much.
Cas glanced down at his coffee stained napkin, his own still in hand.
Dean was patiently waiting to pay. He was slightly swaying to the soft melody coming from a table jukebox. A faint sound of “Can’t help falling in love.”
Cas was inspired. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small dark blue pen and wrote on on the on the closet thing. His napkin.
The words came easy as Cas penned them. He had been making a habit of it. Writing down his thoughts as poems or quotes. Sometimes his own, other times it was one he had memorized from poets and writers big and small.
He wondered if Dean had read any of them. The small doodles and chicken crotch he had left laying around the bedroom or library. This was the second poem he was writing about Dean and it felt so right.
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please talk about super forward cas and flustered dean more im All Ears
Sorry this took forever 😭I typed out a bunch and it got erased so ! I didn’t do this justice but it’s one of my fav things. Cas just puts lewd things so elegantly and Dean cannot process the filth coming from an angel 👀his angel.
Then I just stared rambling ! (Now I want to make a collection on fan fic quotes with sources! )
Castiel had absolutely no reservations on speaking his mind, and why would he ? These were mearly observations, the truth.
And poor Dean.....
Cas knew what he was doing to him...making Dean short circuit at the drop of a hat well more accurately an unexpected comment or declaration.
Dean knew the cocky bastard would do it on purpose , not only to get his reactions... but to simply let it be known. Dean wasn’t sure which one was more blush enducing.
And of course
Castiel knew Dean (not so secretly ) loved the praise.
——-
Dean would be covered in guts and blood none of which his own.
And there would be Cas.
“You’re captivating.” He’d say simply with his eyes laser focused into Dean’s.
“Cas , I- I’m covered in Wedigo guts ...”
Cas would only smile softly.
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Dean would roll out of there bed his dead guy robe haphazardly thrown on over his body , not a drop of caffeine in his system but still Cas would slip behind him letting his hot breath dance on Dean’s neck letting his fingers trace the markings he’d left behind last night.
“So beautiful Dean , the way you react when I mark you as mine.” It came out as a low growl.
“Your lustful moans make it impossible to resist.” He added letting his lips graze softly against the bruised skin.
The tips of Dean’s ears growing hot and red unable to respond in words as the pancakes began to burn.
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It was even worse when other people were around to see the spectacle that was Dean’s head exploding from his angelic boyfriends lose lips.
Of course Castiel would fain innocence not that it was convincing to Dean.
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On a hunt , in the middle of the night, on a well earned lazy morning , durring movie night , at a shitty truck stop diner , or a dirty motel bed.
Castiel always found a way to clue Dean in on what was going on in his head, more freely now the angel could express his true intentions and throughts.
“You’re beautiful.” No matter how many times Cas told him his , it still made his stomach flip or flutter.
“Dean , i’m finding your lips irresistible.” Before pushing them together with a purposeful but quiet moan.
Summary: Dean regrets it instantly. The way he snapped , the words that tumbled from his mouth. The small argument between him and his little brother had escalated into a full blown screaming match , and now Sam was gone. Dean takes off to clear his head and ends up in an erie cemetery where he believes he is alone.
On ao3
Thank you to @wantstoflyafraidtofall for being beta 🖤you’ve helped me immensely! 🥺
The rumble of the classic car’s engine shook the stillness of the cemetery grounds rustling the leaves and still the air hung heavy.
With a soft screech of it’s black tires the car came to a stop. Dean must have driven over thirty odd miles to get away from that old motel that his younger brother had already abandoned. Dean just had to get away to anywhere but there.
He closed his tired eyes , feeling them sting.
He killed the engine and let himself go.
His guilt escaped from his gut-wrenching sobs. He was truly alone.
(The dead would never tell.)
Dean ran his callused hands over his soft eyes and sighed into them. He drug himself out of his classic car and did his best to pull himself together with each step.
He looked over his shoulder... nothing but the empty road.
He didn’t want to face the world or the reality of it all....His brother was god knows where because of him and that absurd fight. Dean had really crossed the line this time. A knot formed in his stomach as he recalled his harsh words.
The emotions bubbling inside him didn’t have a name. Frustration and fear didn’t seem to even scratch the surface.
His boots crushed the moist earth beneath them with unforgiving force.
A distant snap jolted Dean from his thoughts.
Dean without hesitation ripped his gun from his pocket aiming directly ahead into the stillness.
“Show yourself.” He spit into the air.
Whatever ghoul or spector was about to rue the fucking day. Dean was ready to whiplash himself from numbness to rage.
The wind only whistled in reply. It was probably just some wild animal. He let the mind drift for a moment keeping his defensive stance , still unwavering not letting himself be convinced.
Something far off rustled like a scared flock of birds, a whooshing sound rushing all at once into Dean’s ears.
Dean spun himself around only to see again the empty road that was now laden with a thick white fog... that Dean knew had to have just crept in.
It sent a chill down his spine.
‘Haunted cemetery, no shit’
He tensed his shoulders, mentally cursing himself. He already felt like roadkill and this was just adding to the fun.
Dean whipped his head back leering into the cemetery, his eyes catching on a shadowed figure.
Dean held his breath and crept forward his gun leading the charge.
The figure moved from darkness laying steady steps.
“Stay right there.” Dean warned through his clenched jaw.
The figure did not. His looming shadow turned to a man in a soft dirt colored trench coat, his hair a black tussled mess.. and his eyes pure electric.
Dean’s breath hitched , his eyes searching the man frantically.
His gun, unamused and unmoving.
“Hello.” The man spoke with a gentle monotone.
“Stop.”
“You can lower your weapon , I bear no ill intent towards you or any other human.” The man's voice boomed again.
Not human. Dean figured as much. He tore his eyes away from the man's eyes and steadied himself again.
“What the hell are you?” Dean growled. The figure's calm demeanor only pushed his buttons more.
“I’m Castiel, Angel of the Lord , Thursday’s Angel if you prefer a shorter title.” The self-proclaimed Angel said with a shrug.
“Yeah okay , and I’m Queen Elizabeth.” He chuckled darkly.
The Angel’s blue eyes gleamed as he tilted his head at the man's comment.
“You’re looking much younger.” He told the hunter flatly.
“Tryin’ to mess with me?” Dean snapped back.
“He’s not dead, Dean.”
“Excuse me?” Dean’s stomach lurched.
“I’m not supposed to be here, Dean.” The angel shook his head softly with a frown.
“I’m not even sure where “here” is.” He admitted.
Or when. He didn’t add.
Dean grit his teeth , the way he said his name with a familiarity on his tongue made Dean’s whole body tense up.
“Start talking , you’re acting like you know me.” Dean demanded no question in his tone.
Castiel smiled. A wide smile.
“I’ll tell you everything Dean, assuming you can do the same ”
Dean’s jaw clenched.
Castiel tilted his head to the right , careful to keep his lips in a line leaving his eyes wide, unblinking.
This Dean stood before him, turmoil swirling beneath his skin. Castiel felt Dean’s mind rapid fire, laden with guilt, which was so familiar, lost and searching.
How desperately the angel wanted to part the dark clouds and bring comfort to the man before him.
‘Gently , slowly. ’ He thought to himself , he didn’t want to approach this the wrong way.
“Would you sit with me?” Castiel asked cautiously.
His trench coat flowing softly after him as he turned on the ball is his dress-shoes.
Dean's eyes ever glued to the angel before him.
Dean held right to his pearl gripped pistol, still heavy in his right hand, he nodded and swallowed his protest.
“Sure.” Was the only thing he could muster.
They sat in silence for a while before Cas broke it with a soft boom of his voice.
“Dean,”
Dean's body thrummed again. The way his name was said made something deep inside flutter.
Dean only looked at Cas in wait for a reply.
The prominent sensation was still buzzing , the tickle of electricity on Dean’s skin that grew stronger with each step he took towards the angel-shaped man.
The metal bench was cold and damp beneath them. Castiel gave no reaction to this and Dean chose to ignore the damp spots forming on his jeans.
Dean carefully tucked his gun back away against his better judgement in an attempt to be polite, but something deep in his mind felt this “Castiel” could be trusted. He felt like he was losing it.
“I haven’t met you yet. This you….in the time I’ve come from we’re, and I quote “best friends… if you can believe it.” Cas started off slow with caution in his low tone.
Dean so far wasn’t buying it.
And Cas knew it just by the look in his eyes.
“I’m afraid I don’t know how much more I can say ,without upsetting the cosmic balance Dean...but I hope you can at least trust I care for you a great deal.”
A beat.
“You and your brother.”
That woke Dean up.
“Sam,” Dean grit out.“You mentioned him before, what do you know about my brother you holy tax account stalker.”
“I know he’s safe, I’m afraid I-“
Before Castiel got the rest of his sentence out Dean had jumped from the bench and was now standing in front of his eyes.
“Tell me.” he demanded.
“Dean please, you need not worry let me continue.”
“Please” he huffed softly.
And with that Dean did. He sat back down, still tense as he had been.
“He’s simply ‘blowing off some steam as you would put it.” Cas said softly.
“Yeah real awesome intel. Where ?”
“Not far, but please Dean give him some space lets-“
“Space?” Dean snapped.
“I can personally assure his safety… after we converse we can even go to him.” Cas said calmly.
“You want to just talk?” He raised his brow.
“I do.” Cas replied.
Dean swore he could see the gears turning in the dark haired angel’s (man’s?) head.
Reluctantly Dean gave in he really wasn’t sure what was coming over him. No matter how sincere those baby blue eyes were, he shouldn’t trust him. Not this quickly.
“Alright then start talkin’” Dean gave a huge sigh, his shoulders still stiff and unflinching.
“Please allow me a moment of just being… we’ve been through much...” the familiar words he’d spoken, and yet to speak forming on the tip of his tongue.
“Yeah… sure” Dean’s tone softened without permission.
He felt those damn eyes again all over him.
Castiel drank in this younger Dean. Still tough as nails, still loved his brother more than his own hide, but still, while familiar, Castiel couldn’t get enough. Not that he kept his eyes to himself at any point but this was something else. A Dean before perdition, before he’d rebuild his soul… his every fiber and cell.
“Listen .” A hard swallow. “I don’t know what we’ve been through in the future, but I’m not really getting this whole “Angel of the Lord shtick.”
Cas laughed lightly. Not at Dean, it was too gentle.
“You never really had faith in them.” Cas found himself putting emphasis on them…
It was them not him… Dean has faith in him. He was sure of that, even if he hasn’t always been.
“But you’re... Different?” It came out innocent.
A nod. “It’s the cracked chassis.” He said plainly.
Dean didn’t fully understand but he got a pretty good idea.
“You called them dicks with wings.”
“The other angels.” Cas added after a moment of silence.
Dean huffed. That did sound like him.
There was a lull in the conversation, the fog still thick around them.
“So... you really don’t know how you got here?” Dean finally settled on what to say.
“I have a working theory.”
“Which is?”
“I’m simply supposed to be.”
“That’s not what you said earlier.” Dean reminded him , not the slightest convinced.
Cas let himself smile again, his crows feet visible and crinkled.
“Changed my mind.”
“Alright.” Dean said standing up from the bench.
“Let's get a change of scenery, this place isn’t exactly what I’d call a hang out spot.”
Cas’ chest got tighter with a small rush of nerves.
“We can head towards wherever my dick brother is hiding out.”
“Alright, Dean.” Cas conceded , he really wasn’t in any position to argue with him.
This is part one ✨I might be posting this on ao3 but I’ll be and part two to tumblr soon ~ this should only be two or three parts in total ✨🖤
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