Simple prompt this week. I'm trying to get some basic stuff i don't think I've ever touched on. Kissing. Making out. Frenching, even. Talk to me about how Sam and Dean kiss, or your little headcanons about it. (To be clear, it doesn't have to be making out. Pecks are also allowed)
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sorry for the late reply, I forgot I didn't post it...
Now then, kisses.
That's a difficult subject for me since I'm repulsive and never kissed anyone(I knowwwww I'm 18 already and wtf, but I don't even know what and who I like for some reason 😭😭😭😭), but I do have some basic thoughts.
I think sometimes Dean will come back from a hunt and see That Sammy is apparently asleep.
He'll immediately make sure he's well covered, as well as gently readjust his body to make sure his pose doesn't get even worse (cause if Sammy doesn't care then Dean has to do all the caring), and then he gives him a small long kiss on the forehead, might sing him a lullaby too to make for good dreams.
Also, I think that when Sam was young, and at school and all, he was crushed on by about everybody, and I think he attracted a ton of rapists and stalkers and just mean people.
I think Dean would also kinda stalk him at times to make sure Sam is ok, and if some monster of a person tries to get with Sam, persistent even after getting a no, Dean will get out there and kiss Sam(on the mouth, a claiming yet loving and gentle kiss), Sam would kiss back too, used to this by now, and they'll act as boyfriends to prove that Sam is taken.
Of course if the people later persist again, Dean will hurt them. They don't deserve Sammy.
Summary: Dean and Castiel embark on a cross-country road trip, taking a break from hunting to explore the open road. A break by themselves is the buys need to relax.
Warnings: none, something short and sweet, fluffy road trips and bad singing.
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With the Impala's engine purring beneath them, Dean and Castiel set out on a journey that promised adventure, camaraderie, and the open road stretching before them like an invitation to freedom. The first rays of dawn began to break over the horizon as they drove, casting a soft, golden light across the landscape.
Dean glanced over at Castiel, who was gazing out the window with a serene expression. The sight of the angel bathed in the warm glow of the sunrise made Dean's heart swell with an unspoken emotion. He turned his attention back to the road, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Looks like it's gonna be a beautiful day," Dean said, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.
Castiel nodded, his eyes still on the horizon. "Yes, it is. The beginning of something new."
They drove in silence for a while longer, the Impala's steady hum the only sound. The sky shifted from deep blue to brilliant shades of orange and pink, the sun climbing higher with each passing minute. Eventually, Dean pulled the car over to a scenic overlook, the perfect spot to watch the sunrise in all its glory.
"Thought we could use a little break," Dean said as he killed the engine.
Castiel nodded in agreement, and they stepped out of the car. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the promise of a new day. They leaned against the hood of the Impala, side by side, as they watched the sun rise over the rolling hills.
"It's beautiful," Castiel remarked, his voice soft and filled with awe.
Dean turned to look at him, the sunlight catching in Castiel's blue eyes and making them sparkle. "Yeah, it is," he agreed, though his gaze was fixed on Castiel rather than the horizon.
For a moment, they stood there in silence, soaking in the beauty of the moment. Dean felt a sense of peace he hadn't experienced in a long time. The burdens of their past and the uncertainties of their future seemed to fade away, leaving only the present moment and the quiet companionship they shared.
Eventually, they climbed back into the Impala and continued their journey. Their decision to take a break from hunting was a welcome respite from the constant battles against the supernatural. As they drove through small towns and vast expanses of countryside, they found themselves drawn into the rhythm of life on the road.
Their first stop was a quaint diner on the outskirts of town, where they indulged in greasy burgers and thick milkshakes. Amidst the clatter of dishes and the chatter of patrons, they shared stories of their past adventures, swapping tales of triumph and tragedy with equal parts humour and nostalgia.
As they continued their journey, they encountered quirky roadside attractions that sparked their curiosity and ignited their imaginations. From the world's largest ball of twine to a museum dedicated to the paranormal, each detour brought them closer together as they marvelled at the world's wonders.
But it wasn't just the sights that brought them closer; it was the conversations they shared along the way. In the quiet moments between destinations, they delved into profound and mundane topics, discussing their hopes, fears, and dreams for the future.
Dean opened up to Castiel in ways he never had before, sharing his insecurities and vulnerabilities with a rare honesty that surprised him. And Castiel, in turn, revealed glimpses of his humanity, showing a depth of emotion that belied his angelic nature.
One afternoon, as the sun began to set and painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, Dean pulled the Impala over by a secluded lakeside. The air was warm, and the sounds of nature filled the silence. They spread a blanket on the car's hood and lay back, looking up at the emerging stars.
"Dean, I think you should take a break from driving," Castiel suggested with a small smile, his eyes reflecting the starlight.
Dean chuckled. "Cas, you know I love my baby too much to let anyone else drive her. Besides, what could be better than this?"
Castiel's gaze softened. "I suppose you're right."
Dean's hand reached for the radio as they settled into a comfortable silence, tuning it to a station playing classic rock. The familiar strains of "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor filled the air, and Dean's face lit up with a mischievous grin.
"Oh no," Castiel said, recognizing the look in Dean's eyes.
Dean jumped out of the car and started singing along dramatically, using an invisible microphone. "Risin' up, back on the street! Did my time, took my chances!" His voice was strong and enthusiastic, if not exactly on key.
Castiel watched him for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips, before he, too, joined in. Though his singing was awkward and stiff, the joy in his eyes was unmistakable. Together, they belted out the lyrics, their voices mingling with the night air. They laughed at how ridiculous they must look, but it didn't matter. The moment was perfect.
As the song ended, they collapsed onto the blanket, laughing and breathless. Dean turned to Castiel, their faces close under the starry sky. "You know, Cas, we make a pretty good team," he said softly.
"Yes, Dean," Castiel replied, his voice equally soft. "I believe we do."
Their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and their bond was stronger than ever. They lay there, side by side, the warmth of their bodies a silent reassurance of their unspoken feelings.
Eventually, the night grew calmer, and they retreated to the Impala's front seat. Dean turned the engine on, letting it idle as they reclined in their seats. The soft hum of the engine was a soothing background noise as they talked about everything and nothing.
As the hours passed, the conversation dwindled, and a peaceful quiet settled over them. Dean glanced at Castiel, who was staring out the window, lost in thought. He reached out and placed a hand on Castiel's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Thanks for being here, Cas," Dean said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.
Castiel turned to him, his blue eyes warm and earnest. "Always, Dean."
They drove on through the night, the road ahead uncertain and filled with challenges. But as long as they had each other, they knew they could face whatever the future held with courage and conviction. Two souls bound by destiny and a love that transcended time and space, their hearts united in the endless expanse of the open road.
Castiel stepped out of the passenger side of the Impala and grabbed a bag of groceries from the back. He grinned and lowered his head, chuckling down at his bag as he hugged it to himself. He’d made a point to sneak some bacon and beer into the cart when Sam wasn’t looking. Castiel didn’t really care, but Dean did.
Sam had just rolled his eyes when he saw them as they were checking out.
“You know you’re just aiding him along in his quest for high cholesterol and clogged arteries, right?” he’d said as they walked to the car.
Castiel hummed. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “We’re not invulnerable to normal human frailties, you know.”
“I do. That’s why I...fix that...from time to time.”
“What? His cholesterol?”
“Among other things.”
Sam scoffed. “Dean really wouldn’t survive without you.”
Castiel rolled his eyes.
They set the grocery bags on the counter and began putting things away. Sam placed a bag of tomatoes in the fridge and paused, looking down thoughtfully. “Dean really does need you, you know. We both do, but...it’s kinda different for him.”
“Don’t worry, Sam. I’ll make sure you don’t lose your brother to heart disease.”
Sam laughed. “Oh, I think it’s too late for Dean’s heart.”
Castiel turned to him with an exasperated sigh. “Sam, I assure you, despite his somewhat deplorable habits, I am certain that Dean is in good health.”
Sam held up his hands placatingly. “I know. I know. Dean’s heart is in good hands. Got it.” Before Castiel could ask about the accompanying smirk to Sam’s comment, Sam clapped him on the shoulder. “Really though, thanks for always taking care of him.” He rolled his shoulders and sighed. “I think I’m gonna change and go for a run. Being in the car all day yesterday has me stiff. I’ll be back in a couple hours, okay?” He turned and headed out of the kitchen. “See ya later, Cas.”
Castiel nodded. “Have a good run.”
As he put the box of pasta that he’d been holding into the cabinet, it occurred to him that he hadn’t seen Dean since he’d gotten back.
“Dean?”
No answer.
Huh. Maybe he’d stepped out. But Sam and Castiel had been in the Impala, so Dean couldn’t have gone too far. Castiel set the case of beer - the last of the groceries - into the fridge and headed for the library, deciding to do some reading while he waited.
As he passed the bathroom, he heard a voice through the door: Dean.
So he was home.
And he was singing. Castiel paused outside the door.
Brother, let me be your shelter!
Never leave you all alone…
Castiel smiled: this was a very Dean song. Though Dean Winchester may not be good with words - his “people skills” hardly being less deplorable than Castiel’s own - Castiel had found that few people could be more caring. Dean loved fiercely. You just had to know how to decipher it, and not everyone did.
There was silence for a moment, then the song changed to something slower, something deep, melodious.
Castiel considered walking on. He probably should move on to the library, as he was certain that Dean would consider Castiel standing outside the bathroom door listening to him in the shower as something that would fall under the same category of “creepy” as watching him sleep; but Dean’s voice was so deep and hypnotic and…
The tie…
Blue. Backwards.
Should I turn it for him?
Nah.
Castiel tilted his head: those were strange lyrics. He felt certain that even with Metratron’s pop culture injection and Dean’s constant dedication to Castiel’s “musical education,” he had never heard this song before.
Those eyes…
Bluer. Intense.
I should really stop staring
Like, now.
Listening to Dean was really something. There was just so much feeling in his voice, as though he felt a personal connection to this song.
And that hair…
Dark. Wild.
I bet it’s perfect for running my fingers through.
No.
Castiel stood captured. Dean’s longing...it was palpable from here. Was...could Dean be thinking of someone as he sang this? A thought occurred to Castiel about the possibility of why this song was so unfamiliar. Wait...did Dean write this? Castiel felt something in his chest clench.
Those arms…
Strong. Inviting.
I bet they’d grip me tight again if I asked him to.
Oh man.
Castiel leaned his head against the door. He should leave. He didn’t want to think about Dean imagining someone’s arms, about those arms gripping Dean tight...again.
But those hands…
Strong. Gentle.
Hands that could tear me down as fast as they could heal.
Ah.
No. Castiel didn’t want to think of someone’s hands on Dean, of Dean wanting their hands to be on him.
Oh but that heart…
So steady. I think it might be mine.
I know that’s crazy to think, but when I call he comes running
Every time.
Castiel clenched his fists. Couldn’t Dean see that he always came when Dean called? That Castiel always would? God, he would never leave Dean alone for even a moment if he thought it were what Dean wanted…
And my god, those lips…
Pink. Kinda chapped.
Maybe someone should wet them.
I...oh man.
It was just a song. It was just a song. It was just a song. It was just a song. It was just a song.
Oh I bet they’d melt into a kiss.
I bet that heart would pound against me.
I bet his hands would roam all over.
I bet his arms feel so secure.
I bet he’d let me pull his head back by that hair and kiss his neck.
I bet those eyes shine in the dark.
And that tie wouldn’t last for long…
Oh man…
Castiel squeezed his eyes shut and flexed his fingers against the door. He couldn’t take this. What was he doing to himself? Why couldn’t he just go on to the library? Why did he have to stop and listen in the first place?
Wait…
What am I thinking?
Cause this is Cas. This is Cas. This is Cas.
Holy shit, this is Cas.
But I think it’s because it’s Cas.
I think I want it to be Cas.
I think I need it to be Cas.
I think I need him.
I think that maybe I am in…
I-- I need him.
I lo--
I’m in…
...Son of a bitch.
Castiel couldn’t breathe. His eyes were wide, staring blankly at the bathroom door his forehead was still pressed against.
Impossible. There was no way. Was Dean really…?
The water cut off.
Castiel stumbled backwards, dazed and feeling a level of emotional whiplash that he wouldn’t have believed possible. He sprinted down the hall to the library, grabbed the first book he could reach, and collapsed into a chair. He stared unseeingly at the cover.
Was it possible?
***
The sound of footsteps broke the library’s silence.
Breathe, Castiel. Breathe.
“Oh hey! I was wondering where you were. Noticed the fridge had been stocked but didn’t see you or Sam anywhere.”
Castiel flattened his palms against the table. “Sam went for a run.”
Dean plopped a beer on the table in front of Castiel. “Sounds about right.” Dean pulled out the chair across from him to sit, but hesitated, hovering when Castiel didn’t look up. “Cas, you okay, buddy?”
“I…” Castiel was nervous to meet Dean’s eyes. What would he find there? He had been sitting here trying to reason out what he had heard, but there was really only one way to interpret it: Dean had been singing a song that was probably original and...Dean had been singing about him.
Castiel finally looked up, wondering what he would see in Dean’s eyes, but Dean was just looking at him...well...the way he always looked at him.
Castiel had been expecting something different, something to go along with these new feelings that Dean was singing about. He had been sitting here wondering when it had happened, wondering how long Dean had felt this way.
But Dean’s eyes were the same. The feeling in them was the same. The intensity in them was the same. The way they studied him was the same. The way they wandered down to Castiel’s lips was the same. The way they came back to get stuck on Castiel’s own eyes was the same. The way Dean’s eyebrows furrowed with concern as he reached out and squeezed Castiel’s shoulder was the same. It was all the same…
But Castiel finally saw it differently.
Castiel scoffed. Was he really such a fool? Only just earlier, Castiel had been thinking to himself about how deeply Dean could and did love, if one knew how to see it. Apparently, Castiel was, indeed, a fool; because the way that Dean was looking at him now was the way that he had looked at Castiel for years.
Castiel’s lips parted in realization: Dean had been loving him for a long time...maybe for as long as Castiel had been loving Dean.
Dean…
Why hadn’t Dean said anything? He couldn’t possibly be scared. Of course Castiel would accept any love Dean was willing to give. Did Dean really not realize how Castiel felt about him? Could he really be as blind to it as Castiel had been to Dean’s feelings? Had each of them been waiting all this time for the other to come around?
Castiel scoffed and looked down at the table. “We’re both a couple of dumbasses.”
Dean hummed. “As a wise friend once said, ‘I prefer trusting. Less dumb. Less ass.’”
Castiel chuckled. “I don’t know how well that applies in this situation.”
Dean finally sat in the chair across from him. “So, why don’t you tell me why we’re a couple of dumbasses then, huh?” He took a swig of his beer, then set it on the table, looking at Castiel, waiting.
Castiel stared at him, studied him, got lost in him. He soon realized that Dean was faring the same. He sighed. They really were a couple of idiots in love, weren’t they…
How had neither of them ever made it clear? Castiel had tried. Of course he had tried, but he had always left just enough ambiguity in the nature of his feelings to leave room for how Dean felt and the possibility of an easy explanation if Castiel’s feelings were not reciprocated.
And Castiel could see now that Dean had been doing the same with him.
The words to a song came to mind. Dean had made fun of this song the first time that Castiel had heard it. And...the song as a whole didn’t exactly work for what was going on, but a few of the lyrics were indeed fitting.
Castiel stood and walked around the table, still watching Dean’s eyes.
A crease formed between Dean’s eyebrows, his eyes so concerned. “Cas, tell me what’s going on.”
Castiel swallowed and reached for Dean, pulling him from his chair. He slowly reached up and rubbed his thumb over that confused scowl line before pulling Dean into a gentle embrace.
Dean froze. “Uh, okay? Right. I guess we’re hugging now.” He awkwardly patted Castiel on the back. “Cas, seriously, man, talk to me; ‘cause you’re kinda starting to freak me out here.”
Castiel rested his forehead on Dean’s shoulder and began to sing low…
I understand I wasn’t part of the plan
A dollar short, a minute early
But I am your man
So come on and face it
So come on and face it
It’s time that we say it…
Castiel felt Dean tense in his arms. He gripped his fingers into Dean’s back, still holding him gently, but tighter. He drew a breath and continued, determined.
You can cross the line whenever you want to,
I’m calling it “love” soon.
Dean’s voice shook. “Cas...”
Close your mind and waste some time if you have to
I’m calling it “love” soon.
He felt Dean’s arms tighten around his shoulders.
It’s not about you now,
It’s what we are.
Silence.
They stood there, Castiel gripping Dean tight - again, Castiel’s mind supplied - and Dean’s arms loosely around Castiel as he drew in shaky breaths.
“Cas, I- what’re you- are you…” He breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling. “I need you to be very clear here. What’s going on?”
“I heard you singing earlier.”
“Okay? So, that just put you in a singing mood?”
“Something like that.”
“Dammit, Cas, be straight with me.”
“I love you.”
Silence.
Cas leaned back and looked at him. “Dean?”
Dean pressed his lips into a tight line before asking, “How do you love me?”
Castiel scowled. “Do you really think that you’re not worth loving?”
“No. I mean...well, yeah, but...that’s not what I meant. I meant- I meant in what way?”
Castiel sighed and fixed his eyes on the green staring back at him. “In every way, Dean.” He breathed deeply. “I love you in a way that makes me turn my back on heaven, that makes me give up armies without looking back. I love you in a way that means I would walk with you into any danger. I love you in a way that means I would do anything, fight any battle to keep you safe.” He lifted his hands to Dean’s neck, letting his thumb trace the line of Dean’s jaw, the edge of his bottom lip. “But I think...that the way you seem to be in doubt of...is the way I love you that makes me wish I could kiss you.”
Silence.
Then…
“So,” Dean swallowed, “you heard me singing in the shower, huh?”
“Yes.”
“You...you could, you know.”
Castiel hesitated. “I could what, Dean?”
“Kiss me…” Dean raised a shaky hand to Castiel’s face and gently traced a finger over Castiel’s lips. “I mean, I’ve probably been wondering for a decade now what these feel like. I--”
Castiel didn’t need to be told twice. The rest of Dean’s words were cut off as Castiel pressed his mouth against Dean’s.
Finally…
He broke the kiss to glance up at Dean, searching for confirmation that this really was all right.
Dean didn’t notice his glance. He just chased Castiel’s mouth even as Castiel pulled back.
That was enough.
Castiel pressed against Dean, held Dean against him, tightened his grip on him as though he could merge soul and grace and bodies into one thing.
Finally, was all he could think. How long had he wanted this? How long had he been aching to hold Dean this way? How much time had he spent wondering if Dean yearned for it too?
It was hard to tell. It felt like maybe it was yesterday. It felt like maybe he had been loving and waiting for Dean since the dawn of creation. It felt like maybe it had been since he had listened to Dean pray to him every night in Purgatory, wanting so badly to just go to him that Castiel was in pain over it. It felt like maybe he had fallen for Dean when he first saw Dean’s soul in hell, all glowing and bright even through the scars. Maybe that was it. Maybe, when Castiel had touched Dean in hell, touched his soul, it had left a mark on Castiel as surely as Castiel had left a mark on Dean’s shoulder. Maybe Castiel’s entire being had been yearning for that soul ever since he’d had to let go of it to place it back in its body.
Castiel wasn’t sure. Maybe it had happened in a day. Maybe his love for Dean had come upon him so slow and creeping that there was no discernible moment when he had fallen so much as become in love with Dean...but he knew one thing for sure: nothing in creation had ever loved anyone or anything in all of the ways or with the force he loved Dean Winchester.
So I love the fact Dean was singing ‘Good ole Boys’ because that is a call back to season 11 when Dean told Sam he used to watch Dukes of Hazzard every week and even had a massive crush on Daisy Duke.
Also, Dean canonly listens to country music, even recognizing a woman is talking about a Lee Brice song at a vauge comment about a song. If I had to bet, he listened to a lot of the old country singers, not just from Dukes of Hazzard (which featured Waylon Jennings, Oak Ridge boys, Donna Fargo, Tammy Waynett, Loretta Lynn, Mel Tillis, Johnny Paycheck among many others) but Bobby Singer also canonly listens to at least some country, namely Kenny Rogers!
Dean singing at the top of his lungs (vv drunk) "My life would suck without you" by Kelly Clarkson with Sam like arm and arm shit while Sam sings it to Gabe and Dean singing it to castiel in the middle of a bar with like people in the background screaming and cheering them on while maybe Crowley is there at the table with Cas and Gabe filming the whole thing.....? Wtf I wanna draw this but other people plEASE!!!
Prompt: Day Twenty-four, a song that you want to play at your funeral
Words: 731
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: If you would like to be tagged in the remanding days let me know!
Humming silently you tuned the strings on your guitar. It had been one of the few things from your normal life you plucked away to take with you.
It was your constant reminder to enjoy every moment whether it was little or not. You had even come to cherish your life more since you began to work with the Winchesters. They taught you many things whether it was intended or not.
They saved you and took you in like family. Within them, you found a family, a life, and a purpose. Fighting monsters become a part of your fight to survive. It pushed you every day in every way.
Sam and Dean might not ever know, but they saved you.
And even after all of the chaos, it was moments like these that you enjoyed most. The three of you had stopped by Bobby's for a movie night. You weren't up for a movie and decided to kick back on the porch.
So here you were under the setting sun on Bobby's front porch. Your guitar was tuned and ready for your fingers to press against the frets and strum the strings. You swiftly pulled off your necklace and removed your pick. Dean had always teased that it was a part of your 'signature' look. Your necklace was like Sam with his long hair. However to anyone else, your pick was also like their flannel.
With the small plastic finally between your fingers you began to play a few chords. A small smile formed as you warmed up.
Sam was standing behind the screen door smiling and watching you. He always loved hearing you play. It was a weakness for him. And when you sang along to what you played? He'd melt instantly.
There'd been times you'd play, and softly sing one of the boys to sleep. You never minded. Anything to help ease them from their nightmares you were on board with. To you, it was the least you could do.
You began to pluck at the strings, the soft melody of Guns N' Roses slowly got louder. You were about to open your mouth to start the harmony, but Sam beat you to it.
Your playing stopped as you looked over your shoulder at him. The lengthy man stepped out from beyond the screen and onto the porch, taking his place next to you.
"Don't stop. Keep going."
You chuckled softly, "Had I known I'd be having an audience I would've rehearsed first."
Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Don't mind me. Continue."
With a smile you started over; plucking the chords and humming softly. Sam smiled and started softly singing.
You smiled wider and joined in singing with him. The two of your voices harmonizing in sync.
Sam didn't sing often, but when he did he put his whole heart and soul into it. You always enjoyed the times he did sing. It always struck you in the right ways.
However the peaceful moment between the two of you was ruined. Dean decided to pop by the screen and join in. He sang obnoxiously loud and out-of-tune on purpose. A groan erupted from you as he began to cackle.
"Get outta here Dean! I gotta start over cause of you!"
"Oh boohoo! You love playing songs over and over!"
You shook your head, rolling your eyes and letting out a soft chuckle.
Sam smiled, "Well I guess it's a good time to ask as any...."
Your attention turned to the younger Winchester, brows furrowed in confusion. Your brow shot up in curiousity as you leaned forward a bit, urging him to elaborate.
"I want you to teach me. If that's okay with you of course."
You smiled, "Of course."
You handed the guitar over and began to explain things to him, starting off easy and even showing him the first few chords to the song you played.
Within a few weeks Sam had learned a lot. You'd teach him during your down times after hunts. You'd even wake up in the morning to find him practicing. However, one day you were expectionally proud of him. He decided to fiddle with the guitar during one of the drives to the location of the hunt.
Sam played Knocking on Heaven's Door with little mistakes while the three of you sang to the song happily.
