I have a few ships: Simon/Raphael, Simon/Isabelle, Jace/Alec, and Dean/Aaron =]
Saphael
Who are they??|Nice I like them|I find them interesting|I love them on screen|I live for their interactions|I will sell my soul for the ship to be canon
Headcanon: *cracks knuckles* Sit down and get comfortable, me and @artboysteve have a very elaborate (completely plausible) hc of them, basically, Amy Santiago is Raphael’s little sister. Just imagine the Saphael-Peraltiago interactions, you’re welcome.
Sizzy
Who are they??|Nice I like them|I find them interesting|I love them on screen|I live for their interactions|I will sell my soul for the ship to be canon
Headcanon: They go to a Halloween party together, dressed as Diana and Steve, Izzy using her whip as the Lasso of Truth
Jalec
Who are they??|Nice I like them|I find them interesting|I love them on screen|I live for their interactions|I will sell my soul for the ship to be canon
Headcanon: I personally see them as siblings but you do you
Dean/Aaron
Who are they??|Nice I like them|I find them interesting|I love them on screen|I live for their interactions/on screen presence|I will sell my soul for the ship to be canon/character to be happy
Headcanon: This ship is the cutest ship ever okay. Aaron and Dean dated before Dean and Cas got together. After Cas and Dean get together they somehow meet Aaron, Dean introduces him to Cas as “his (first) gay thing”
Dean/your favorite person to ship with Dean who you haven't already been asked yet
Going with Dean/Aaron!
Who worries about how they will look when they’re older: Dean’s not too self-conscious about it when it comes to Aaron, because they’ll both be growing older. Aaron worries a little bit though. He’s not exactly happy when his first grey hair shows up.Who makes the mix tapes/cd’s: Aaron. Totally.Clings to the other during scary movies: Aaron clings to Dean, but not really during horror movies. They don’t really watch those very often because Dean kind of scoffs at the shit in those. But they’ll watch some thrillers and whatnot that have the occasional jump scare, which really gets Aaron.Gets into the shower with the other randomly: They don’t do it randomly, they just have a tendency to shower together. Like “hey, I’m gonna hit the shower, wanna join?” “Sure.” Boop.Flashes the other when they walk by after taking a shower alone: They will both take that opportunity because they find it delightful and hilarious. But mostly Aaron.Initiates hand holding while the other is driving: They don’t really do much hadholding in moving vehicles, but if the moment’s right, Dean may, on occasion, reach across the seat and take Aaron’s hand. Briefly.Secretly tries to touch the other in naughty places during public/family events: They both do it, mostly to be dicks to each other, but also occasionally because they’re feeling frisky. They don’t even really remember which one of them started the whole thing, but one of them did it once, and now they both try to see who can get a rise out of the other.Asks weird questions in the middle of the night: Aaron. Definitely Aaron.Asks “what are you thinking about?” Also Aaron. Dean has his moments of pure honesty, but there’s still a lot he keeps to himself. He’s been through so much, most of which Aaron could never fully understand. But he wants to at least try. Maybe he can’t help carry the burden on Dean’s shoulders, but he can at least lend an ear. Let him talk certain things through so they aren’t bottled up inside, eating at Dean.Always has to be touching the other, (if either of them do): It depends on the situation, but when it’s just something completely casual, like they’re just hanging out at Aaron’s place, watching a movie or something, Aaron always finds himself touching Dean in some way. Be it head on the shoulder, holding hands, legs touching, what have you. He’s always touching him somehow unless Dean is giving off specific don’t touch me vibes, or has otherwise said he wants his space. He just...likes the reminder that Dean is real because everything about him has this air about it that’s so different from everything Aaron knows - or at least knew pre-Golem and pre-Judah Initiative - that he needs to be reminded that he’s real and he’s here.
Part of the Aesthetics series with aroDean and aceCas, see [Pt 1] , [Pt 2] , [Pt 3] , [Pt 4] , [Pt 5] , [Pt 6] , [Pt 7]
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2014
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Dean grabbed a few fancy looking hors d'oeuvres off a passing tray and stuffed them in his mouth, wiping crumbs off on his best pair of jeans and washing it down with wine. The wine glasses were plastic. So they were still working their way up, Cas’d make it to the big leagues in no time. Dean was damn sure of that.
It was kind of creepy looking at a bunch of paintings and photographs of himself naked, usually with other people, even if most of them were cropped or just showed several body parts like hands clasped together and some arty meaningful stuff like that. Dean wasn’t sure if he really understood the meaning behind it like Cas did. He thought it was really interesting though; Cas was crazy smart and he saw things in a way that a lot of people didn’t. Dean loved listening to him ramble on about philosophical crap, although most of it just went over his head.
“Man, do you ever get used to seeing yourself naked and on sale?”
“Nope. Still kind of creepy.”
Dean pulled the shorter man in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Aaron was in a lot of the pieces on exhibit today. Dean was glad he had made it to the opening, Aaron was stupidly busy with grad school research, some theological thing he and Cas could – and would – debate until four in the morning.
Across the gallery, a female patron that looked like she had plenty of money to spend was trying to schmooze up to Cas, who looked decidedly uncomfortable under the bright lights. The whole networking, mingling with the public, kind of thing wasn’t really Cas’ strong side. He finally detached himself and sped over to where Dean and Aaron had another server stopped to raid their tiny finger food tray.
Dean pulled Cas in for a peck on the cheek. “Hey babe, show seems to be doing well.”
“I think I’m going to be ill.”
“You’ll get through it. Have some more wine.”
Dean passed his glass over and Cas emptied it.
Aaron bobbed his head and gave a small wave to Cas, “These all look great man.”
Cas grimaced. “Thank you.”
Dean was bowled forward out of no where by a slap on the back then pulled in to a crushing hug.
“Hey Dean! Aaron, Cas. Dude this all looks great, I can’t believe how big the openings are getting.”
Dean pulled back, giving his brother a pat on the shoulder, “Hey Sam, glad you could make it.”
Jess was wide eyed and pink cheeked – either too much wine or she really liked the art – next to Sam. “Wow, I’m glad I finally got to come to one of these. You do amazing work Cas.”
Poor Cas was just getting more and more flustered under the attention. “Uh. Thanks.”
Dean swiped more wine off a passing tray, giving one to Cas. He nudged Sam, “Dude not that it’s not great having your support, but isn’t it weird looking at naked pictures of your brother?”
Aaron snorted.
Sam pulled bitchface and rolled his eyes. “It’s art Dean, besides, I’ve already seen your naked ass more times than I care to remember.”
“Uh huh.”
Sam slapped Cas on the back, knocking him forward, “Whatever, I’m going to check out some of the pieces over there, it’s great to see you Cas.”
Jess smiled sweetly, “Don’t sneak off before we can talk again, I’m going to wander.”
Before Dean could get in a few more words with Cas, Balthazar swooped in and tugged him aside to meet a potential client. Aaron and Dean were left alone in their corner again.
“You’ve got a weird family.”
“Yeah says the guys making ‘erotic nudes’ with me to get through grad school.”
“Hey, it’s not about the money, that’s just a bonus.”
“Uh-huh. Sweet talker. So you wanna come back to our place after the show?”
“I’ve got all night.”
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Everyone kicked off their shoes and shrugged out of their jackets when they got back to Cas and Dean’s apartment. Dean was already low level aroused from flirting with Aaron all night long, sneaking gropes when they – hoped – no one was watching and teasing each other like fucking adolescents as the wine kicked in.
Dean looped an arm around Cas’ waist and tugged him in close. “Sweetheart you gonna watch?”
Cas pushed a hand through his hair and kissed him. “I think I’m just going to read in my room for a little bit and go to bed.”
“You don’t wanna sketch or anything?”
“I need to decompress.”
“Yeah I gotcha.”
Sometimes, social situations ground Cas down. Especially big, stressful things like art shows.
Aaron was giggling as he pulled something out of his pocket, holding up a small plastic bag with weed inside. “You want to smoke together first?”
Cas squinted, considering it. “That’s kind, thank you, but I just want to be alone for a bit.”
Aaron nodded and passed the bag over. “Here then, you enjoy that. Want me to roll a few joints for you?”
“No, I’ll just use my bowl.” Cas pocketed the offering and gave an attempted smile that came out more a scowl. “Thank you, Aaron, I hope you two have a good night.”
Aaron blinked as Cas made his way down the hallway to the room he and Dean usually shared.
“Man, something wrong?”
Dean shook his head, “Nah he’s just prickly sometimes.”
Pulling Aaron in for a kiss, Dean gripped his waist and ground their hips together, kissing him messy and humming as Aaron’s hands came up to hold his biceps.
“Just you and me tonight babe, what do you want?”
“God I’ve been wanting to ride your dick all night.”
Dean pressed forward, licking his approval into Aaron’s mouth and pushing him back, hands working open his jeans as they stumbled against the hallway walls. Aaron was tugging his shirt up, clothes dropping on the floor as they twisted around and got all tangled up in each other before falling on the bed.
Rolling Aaron on to his back, his pale skin looked even more pale against the dark purple sheets in the yellow street light coming through the half covered window. Dean loved to nuzzle against his beard, kiss down the soft hair covering his chest, rub a cheek against his fuzzy belly until Aaron started laughing and pushing him down lower.
Dean settled between Aaron’s spread thighs, one hand splayed on his hip as Dean kissed the tip of his cock, the other hand gripped in one of Aaron’s, fingers brushing against his wrist. With his free hand, Aaron was fumbling in the night stand awkwardly, still on his back and nudging his hips up against Dean. He pressed the small bottle of lube to Dean’s hand and pulled his legs up and wider.
Slicking his fingers, Dean pulled one of Aaron’s legs over his shoulder as he lay belly down on the bed. Stroking his thumb down the crease below Aaron’s balls and circling the pads of wet fingers around his hole, Dean licked up his cock and sucked the head into his mouth. Aaron gasped and pushed his fingers through Dean’s hair, crooning praises and begging for more. Sliding two fingers easily inside, Dean slid his mouth down nearly to the base as Aaron arched off the bed.
Sometimes it was nice just like this, just him and his partner in the almost dark. As much as Dean got ten different kinds of turned on having Cas watch, a lot of the times he felt pressure to make it good, to make it pretty. He knew it was mostly self imposed, but he wanted to give that to Cas, give him anything and everything, live up to what Cas saw and what he showed to others about Dean. Sometimes, the quiet was nice.
Aaron thrust shallowly up in to his mouth and moaned uninhibited, fingers carding through Dean’s hair, toes curling against his back and the muscles of his thighs tensing. Pulling up, Dean licked his lips, light splashing across his body slatted through the window and there was a stripe of yellow bisecting Aaron’s face that highlighted the open curve of his mouth.
Jesus, Dean was really starting to think like Cas sometimes, maybe not as deep as him or as different, but every now and then Dean saw something that he just knew Cas would fixate on.
Aaron, gasping and still rolling his hips down where Dean’s fingers just didn’t want to seem to leave the warmth of his body, he fumbled for the night stand and passed Dean a condom. Settling back on his heels, Dean rolled it on. Before he knew it, Aaron was sitting up and pouncing, knocking him back on the bed and straddling his lap.
Straightening his legs out, Dean held his cock steady as Aaron braced his hands on Dean’s ribs and fumbled, bumped, canted his hips until his rim caught on the head of Dean’s cock and he sank down. One long steady slide and Dean was sunk deep in that tight heat as Aaron felt up his chest - dude could not stay away from Dean’s nipples - and started to enthusiastically ride his cock as promised.
Gripping broad hands onto Aaron’s soft waist, Dean braced his feet on the bed and fucked up, snapping his hips as Aaron dropped down and holding him there. It was quick and pretty messy, they’d both lost track of how much wine they’d had, but it was the perfect way to unwind and Dean felt all his tension and worry spool away fuzzy like frayed threads unknotting.
He waited for Aaron, took his cock in hand and stripped it as fast as Aaron rode him, stroking the last drops out as Dean thrust hard enough to bounce Aaron on his lap and let his orgasm pulse from him with a shudder.
Aaron yawned and flopped to the side. They had their heads at the foot of the bed. Dean didn’t fucking care. He tossed the used condom and curled his body around Aaron’s warmth.
Dean kissed the sweaty curve of Aaron’s shoulder, an arm slung over the smaller man’s waist as they spooned. Aaron curved back to mold against Dean. He didn’t really want to get up but he was thirsty and would have a nasty wine hang over if he didn’t get water.
Patting Aaron’s hip, he pulled away. “I’m gonna get some water, be back in a few.”
Aaron just groaned and curled up, pressing his face in to the sheets.
Dean kept the lights out as he padded quietly through the familiar apartment. Flipping on the kitchen light, he set water in the electric kettle before grabbing two cold bottles of water from the fridge. Getting down a mug and rummaging through tea boxes until he found the chamomile, Dean yawned and stretched as he waited for the kettle.
With one steaming cup in one hand and two bottles clutched in the other, he made his way to the bedroom he shared with Cas. The thick almost spicy smell of weed was curling under the shut door. Finagling the knob with a few fingers and nudging it open, the room was partially lit with a lamp on the bedside table. Cas was curled up under a fluffy comforter with his knees crooked upright, a book in one hand and a bowl in the other.
“Hey babe, brought you some tea.”
Cas blinked slowly and looked up at him before setting the book down on the bed. Dean set the hot tea on the table next to Cas and bent forward to kiss his forehead. Cas reached up and pet through his hair.
“So soft.”
“Mhmm. You feeling better?”
“Very.”
“You want to cuddle? We could pile up, or I could spend the night with you?”
Cas looped an arm around Dean’s shoulders and pulled him down, rubbing a cheek in to his hair. “Soft. I’ll keep the hair, you c’n have the rest.”
“Yeah sure thing, stoner.”
Cas huffed and licked his lips. Dean kissed his forehead again and straightened up. Cas tugged on the hem of his shirt. “I love you.”
“I know darlin’. You drink your tea and get some sleep.”
Cas nodded and set his bowl on the night stand, trading it for a cup of tea. He was cute when he was stoned.
Making his way back to the spare bedroom, Aaron was cuddling Dean’s pillow and snoring. Dean tapped him on the shoulder and he startled back awake with a snort.
“Here, get some water in you.”
“Thanks. You staying here tonight?”
“Yeah Cas needs his alone time sometimes.”
Settling comfortably back in bed, propped against the wall behind the bed and tugging sheets over his lap, Dean sipped his water and curled an arm around Aaron. Aaron had half finished his before setting it down and curling on to his side, resting his head on Dean’s chest and promptly getting back to snoring.
Capping his water and dropping it on the floor, Dean shuffled down and pulled Aaron a little tighter next to him, easily slipping in to sleep.
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Dean woke up to a cold, empty bed. He was more than happy with that, though, because he knew Aaron was in the kitchen. Not because of his horrible off tune singing – well, not solely – but because of the wonderful smells wafting down the hallway. Yawning and stretching, Dean stumbled down the hallway just in his boxers, following the smell of heaven.
Aaron was in his jeans and tee from last, mixing batter in a bowl while bacon sizzled on the stove and coffee dripped away in it’s pot. His short brown hair was wet and spiked up, tee shirt damp, looking fresh out of the shower. Dean sidled up behind him and squeezed his hip, kissing his neck.
“Morning sweetheart.”
“Hey, sorry if I got you up early, I need to head out to work on my project soon.”
“You can get me up any time you like for this.”
Aaron set down the batter and moved to flip the bacon. As soon as he had, Dean twisted him around, dropping to his knees and unbuttoning Aaron’s jeans. Big brown eyes blinked down at him and Dean thought it was kind of adorable how Aaron floundered a minute before saying, “The bacon’s gonna burn.”
Dean pulled out Aaron’s cock, stroking it hard. “I’ll make it quick.”
Swirling his tongue around the head, one hand jacking the shaft in rhythm with the motion of his mouth bobbing down while the other squeezed his balls, Dean was really good at really quick. Hey, he was an opportunist, and sometimes time was of the essence. It would be a tragedy to let the bacon burn.
Aaron gripped the counter behind him and jerked his hips forward as he came, gasping, and Dean couldn’t help giving Aaron a wink from on his knees.
Tucking Aaron back in, Dean rinsed his mouth at the sink.
“So, that was, uh, thanks.”
“You make breakfast for me, you deserve a good morning blow job.”
“I will definitely remember that. Jesus, I need to sleep over the whole night more often.”
Dean hummed in agreement as he doctored up a cup of fresh coffee with one mounded spoon of sugar. A rumpled Cas appeared around the corner in comfy pajamas. Dean passed him the mug and pecked him on the corner of his mouth.
“Mornin’. You sleep well.”
Cas grunted and clutched the coffee, settling on a stool at the kitchen island and watching Aaron, who’d gone back to ladling out pancake batter. Cas sipped his coffee, humming appreciatively.
“Thank you.”
Aaron smiled and nodded at Cas. “Sure. You feeling better?”
Cas hunched over his coffee, inhaling the steam. “Much better. Do you mind if I keep the rest of the weed you gave me? I still have enough for another bowl.”
“It’s not a problem.”
Dean settled on a stool next to Cas, drinking his own coffee. Aaron plated all the bacon and pancakes, setting everything on the counter with syrup and butter before joining them. Everyone as too busy eating to make much conversation. Dean cleared the plates when they were done, cleaning up the counters and doing dishes while Cas and Aaron started some kind of theological debate, probably about what he was doing his dissertation on.
The two of them were facing each other, sipping coffee, rumpled and cute looking. It was weirdly domestic. This all might be a little complicated, but he and Cas were doing a damn good job of figuring it out. Dean wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dean has been sick for a while now. The doctors have tried everything they can, but none of the pill and injections and procedures have worked. They say the only option they have left is a transplant, and if they don't find a donor soon, Dean's looking at his last few weeks on earth.
Sam volunteers, of course. Dean is pretty damn sure Sam's more beaten up about Dean's new expiration date than he is himself. But as it turns out, Sam isn't a match, and the wait list is about a mile long, so unless the people ahead of him all decide to kick it soon and all at once, it's doubtful he'll get what he needs before his disease kills him.
He decides it doesn't bother him. Sure, he doesn't particularly want to die, but he's been trying to beat this disease for so long, and he's done everything he could. He's put up a good fight, and as much as he doesn't want to leave Sammy alone, he's accepted the inevitability of his death, and is going to just live out the rest of his life to the best of his ability.
As he's walking home one night (Sam keeps telling him to call him whenever he needs to get somewhere, but Dean's tired of being a burden and, god help him, wants to have some time to himself from time to time) he meets Aaron. He doesn't usually stop and talk to random guys on the street, but he feels inexplicably drawn to this guy. They end up walking together, talking the entire time. Dean decides, once they get to his building, to invite Aaron upstairs. If he’s going to die soon, he might as well not waste time by being coy. Aaron accepts the invitation, and they end up talking all through the night, passing a joint between them.
The next few weeks pass on much like that: Aaron comes over to Dean’s when he’s not working, often with food (they agreed that first night that everyone likes bacon) and they spend hours upon hours in each other’s company. It brings Dean a sense of ease and companionship he hasn’t had in a long time. Dean feels a little guilty for befriending someone when he’ll be dead so soon, but Aaron knows what he’s getting in to. Dean told him the first night they met.
Eventually Dean’s health takes a turn for the worse and he has to be admitted to the hospital. He knows it’s not long now, and though he thought he’d come to terms with his fate, he’s not as ready as he thought he’d be. Before he goes, he needs to see Aaron one last time, so he tells Sam to call him and ask him to come see him. Sam goes into the hall to make the call and comes back soon after, telling him that Aaron’s on his way.
Before Aaron arrives, Dean’s doctor comes in, telling Dean that there was an accident and one of the victims is an organ donor, and happens to be a match for Dean. He’s hesitant to go under without seeing Aaron, afraid that something might go wrong with the surgery and he won’t get to say goodbye, but eventually he caves and consents.
Dean finds himself drifting in and out of consciousness after his surgery because of the anesthesia, but when he finally wakes up for good, it’s to his brother’s smiling but tired face. Sam tells him the surgery went well. They need to wait to make sure his body doesn’t reject the organ, but for now things look good.
When Dean’s doctor comes in to see him next, Sam asks him about the donor, who they were, and if there’s any way they can get in touch with their family to pay their respects. The doctor says that usually he would direct them to the transplant coordinator so they could give the donor’s family their regards, but in this case, things are a little bit different. The donor was conscious long enough to tell the doctors he wanted to help a specific patient, if it turned out he was a match.
This confuses Dean. Who would know how sick he was other than Sam? When it clicks, Dean asks the doctor if the donor happened to be Aaron Bass. Solemnly, the doctor nods.
So I'm watching the gay thing scene again, because that's what I do. And I get to where he says "federal... thing", basically repeating the exact thing that Aaron just said was attractive. I've always thought that meant Dean was trying to flirt back, (see "the fucking gay thing"), but now I am UTTERLY CONVINCED because I just realized how significant it is that when he's awkwardly trying to leave he says "okay, citizen".
CITIZEN. Every time I watch this I'm like "what a fucking weird and awkward thing to say" but OF COURSE HE SAID IT BECAUSE IT REINFORCES THAT HE'S A FED OH GOD WHAT AN ADORABLE SHITHEAD I'M GOING TO DIE
I'm literally obsessed with the Dean + Aaron scene. I've watched it so many times I've lost count... At least thirty times. I've never been so fascinated by fucking two minutes of a show before. SOMEONE HELP ME
