#demi!cas

[stillwinchester]

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[casmick-consequences]

You’re probably the last person to vent to about this but idk maybe you have a casgirl follower that’ll feel me ig. I cant enjoy how horny misha is/has always been in regards to cas’s humanity I mean he was like that *during* the arc too, hyping up “dedicating & fornicating” as the most human things and that he might become orgy!cas, cuz its like he really seems to see it as fulfilling a requirement to obtain humanity and Im uncomfortable. (Part 1/2)

Ok,,, so let me start this out by saying i 100% understand you. As someone who is acespec (demisexual), I too find it icky for basically canon acespec characters to go around having sex with strangers for kicks.

However, in Misha's case it's probably more comedy-based rather than him actually believing that Cas actually wants that. I've seen some of his panels and a lot of his humor is very sex-based. I don't mean to defend him, because if the stuff he says makes people uncomfortable there's definitely a reason for that, but that's just the way I choose to view it.

And the way I viewed Cas's relationship with sexuality as a whole is that when he's human, he simply did it to prove himself to Sam and Dean because they might find it a big part of being human, instead of him actually enjoying himself with sex.

Not to mention; Misha himself has claimed multiple times as well that he fully accepts and embraces the asexual/demisexual Cas headcanons, and gladly does photo ops where they give him an asexual flag to pose with:

So yeah, in this case it's more Misha being weird rather than him making Cas out to be sex-obsessed. But I fully understand you and your discomfort as well. He could tone it down a little.

[pandemisexualcas]

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[wormstacheangel]

Day 6 of @spnprideweek aro!dean/demi!cas my beloved <3

Dean tries to explain to Cas that he doesn’t want to lose him again, this is after Cas comes back as a human, and Cas is his person that he knows he wants to spend his life with but asks Cas to not expect so much from him.

“Dean, if I could just be beside you I’ll be happy.”

“For now. But now that you’re human maybe you’ll want more human things.”

“Like sex?”

“No. No. You can have sex if you--what the fuck am I saying.”

“It’s okay, Dean. Sex isn’t a big deal for me.”

“No, I meant like normal…couple stuff. I just don’t think those things are for me. They didn’t work out before but I’ll try. For you. I want to be with you but-”

“You don’t love me.”

“Not…in the way you want.”

“But you want to be with me.”

“More than anybody.”

“Then, I can live with that.”

“Cas-”

“Dean, I love you. I would love to spend my human life by your side. However, you want me.”

“If you’re sure. I can’t lose you again, Cas.”

“You won’t.”

“Are we gonna kiss now?”

“If you want.”

“Do you want?”

“Yes. I think so.”

“Cool.”

Nothing really changes between them. They are still as close as they usually have been. Sometimes you hear both of them asking for permission to kiss or lean into each other for touch. Cas learns he enjoys sex but he never initiates it cause he doesn’t always feel the need to have it.

They sleep in different beds in the bunker--and when they finally move out they get a place with three rooms so they can have their own space but also Jack gets a room--but sometimes when they want to sleep in, one of them always goes to the other’s room so they can sleep in the same bed. They don’t always cuddle but they enjoy sharing the space.

People know they are together, it’s kinda obvious, but when people ask if they are together, Dean answers with a simple “Yeah.” while Cas answers, “Oh, yes, I belong to Dean. How much for those strawberries?”

Their communication skills have to grow and get better while in a relationship because they talk about what the other is comfortable with. Day to day is a little different. Sometimes Cas doesn’t want to be touched as much and sometimes Dean needs a little space. They don’t have to reassure each other anymore.

Dean has been at Sam and Eileen’s apartment all day, just lazing around, when Sam finally asked.

“Hey. You and Cas fighting?”

“No. Why?”

“Cause you’ve been with me all day.”

“So?”

“I just thought he kicked you out or something.”

“Neh I just needed space today. Cas is out with Jack to pick up Claire and Kaia for some museum thing.”

“Oh. So you two still cool?”

“Yup. Still gonna go home and have him fuck me.”

“Dean!”

“What? I thought that would reassure you! Geez! You wanna know about my life or not?”

“Not your sex life!”

“Noted.”

Dean loves spending time with Cas and having him close but he likes space. He likes spending days with his other friends and family members. He likes having individual time with others and Cas understands and picks up hobbies or takes that time to spend time with his growing group of kids.

When Dean gets home, Cas quickly walks towards him with an excited grin. “I bought you a magnet and this cool rock from the museum.”

“Thanks, dude. What did you name the rock?”

“Rockxanne.”

“Nice.” High five.

"Are you comfortable sharing your bed today? I don't want to have sex but I would like to be held, if you're okay with it."

"Sure. Your room or mine?"

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[c-kaeru]

Can't believe I nearly forgot to post this here 🤦‍♀️

I was gonna put the normal colored one under a cut but I'm posting from my phone and I can't, also I just turned my computer off and I'm about to sleep qkskskdkd

But it'd be a shame if I forgot to post this on the last day of Ace Week lmao, I finished this Cas yesterday x)

(Whenever I feel like slapping a label on Cas I very often go for Demisexual bc I really feel like it fits him)

[tearsofgrace]

cas is canonically gay but you bet your ass im still headcanoning him as homoromantic/demisexual

[perfectpairbang]

Double or Nothing

Written by BabysNotaProp

Art by @castielslittlestbee

Word count: 106k

AO3 Rating: Mature

Genre: Modern AU (Library)

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Charlie Bradbury/original character

No major warnings apply for fic or art

Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, librarian Castiel, romantic comedy, openly bisexual Dean Winchester, human Impala, major character injury, optional smut

Summary

When Dean moves from Tallahassee to St. Augustine to be close to his pilot school-bound brother, he finds himself neighbors with Sam’s new crush and sharing rent with a stoner mechanic whose only mode of transportation is a donorcycle. As if that’s not enough, the town librarian is drop-dead gorgeous, although exasperating with his stuffy rules and affinity for odd holidays. It doesn’t help that everyone around Dean seems content with their life paths, while he’s stuck in a career he hates. At least his rod and reel are there for him.

Transferred to a new plumbing team and dragged to the library’s ASL class by his twitterpated brother, Dean begins to explore his options. Volunteering in his community is a good place to start, but nothing says “community” quite like the library and that’s where that guy works.

Who does he even think he is, with his antiquated quiet policy, unfairly blue eyes, and God-awful tweed vest? Screw him. But not like that. Not that Dean would mind it, if he could only get past how strict the guy was about his precious books.

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[doctortreklock]

As One Thing Is Beginning - October 2, 2019

Part of my Resolution19. Read it on AO3.

Prompt: Two extras on a movie set are flirting and distracting everyone (x)

Fandom: Supernatural

Title: “Snowman” by Shel Silverstein

Words: 1707

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"Watermelon, watermelon, pineapple," Dean mumbled under his breath. "Pineapple, watermelon, anchovies."

The man sitting across from him gave him a look somewhere between appalled and murderous.

Dean ignored him. When the pair had been seated at the small round table on the sidewalk outside the fake Parisian cafe, Dean had thought it had been great luck. Of all the other extras on Sammy's movie, Dean had been partnered with the hottest. Seriously. Dean didn't consider himself a shallow person, but the guy had dark, messy, just-rolled-out-of-bed sex hair and the deepest, most intense pair of eyes Dean had ever seen (in a color he was starting to think of as "fuck me blue").

He was also, Dean was quickly discovering, the biggest dick on set. (Metaphorically. Dean was in no way qualified to judge such a literal competition, no matter what Lisa and Pamela in make-up kept gossiping about.)

"What are you doing," the man stated in a deep voice, speaking slow enough to separate each word into its own zip code of barely concealed frustration.

Dean shot a glance over at Sam, but they must be in between takes, because he and his co-star Jessica were talking to the short director with the sugar addiction.

"There's a word you can mouth that makes it look like actual speech," Dean explained defensively. "...I just don't remember what it is," he added.

"Oh my god," the man said, staring upward beseechingly. Then he took a deep breath and looked at Dean decisively. "No. Just have a normal conversation with me like an actual, real-live person."

"And ACTION!" the director yelled.

Dean forced himself not to glance over at Sam. "Fine," he mouthed. "What do you--"

"Aloud," the man insisted, sounding annoyed. "This isn't a stage play; this is a movie. The actors are being mic'd. You can actually talk."

Dean bristled. "Fine," he repeated. 'What do you want to talk about?" They were still on camera, so no matter how much Dean wanted to scowl and cross his arms, he tried to keep his expression friendly and his body language open.

The man almost looked uncomfortable at this point. "I'm rather certain that since you and--" He paused. "This conversation might be less awkward if I knew your name."

"Dean." He wasn't getting murderous vibes off the guy anymore, but that wasn't a good reason to relax his guard too much. He was at least pretending to want to make the scene work, so Dean unbent enough to add, "Sam's my brother."

"He's the lead isn't he?"

"Yeah," Dean said, the smile on his face no longer fake.

The other man cleared his throat gently. "I'm Castiel. Gabriel is my brother."

It sounded like Dean was supposed to recognize the name, so he shuffled through his mental rolodex of names attached to Sam's movie and came up with "The director?"

Dean didn't mean to wrinkle his nose at the name, but Castiel didn't seem to mind. He chuckled. "Yeah. He was short on extras so he coerced me into coming in to help."

Dean snorted. "Same, man. Sammy's got some wicked puppy dog eyes."

"CUT!" The voice cut through the milling din of the half-dozen tables outside the faux cafe. When Dean looked over at the table where Sam and Jess were sitting, he saw Jess with her head on the table, snickering loudly while Sam stretched and ran his fingers through his hair self-consciously.

Jiminy Christmas, Sam was obvious when he was head-over-heels. Dean scoffed. "He's got it bad."

Gabriel was already shouting something about continuity and method acting as he stalked across the floor toward the actors.

"Hmm?" Cas hummed, turning far enough in his chair that he could see the pair. "Ahh. If it's any consolation, I heard a rumor from Meg Masters that she likes him, too," Cas offered.

"Meg?" Dean asked, distracted.

"Jess," Cas clarified. "Meg told me that Jess likes Sam as well."

"Okay, cool," Dean said, relaxing back into his chair. "I'd just hate for him to go for it and miss, you know?"

Before Cas could answer, Gabriel cut back in with "ACTION!" Apparently whatever instruction he'd decided Sam and Jess needed had been dutifully delivered.

Dean fought the urge to straightened abruptly. Instead, he attempted to casually lean in, as if focusing on something Cas had said.

"So," Dean said into the silence between them. "We should probably actually attempt some acting, wouldn't you say?"

Cas rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "If you insist. As I was saying before, since we're supposedly at a Parisian cafe, we should be on a date."

"What?" Dean wasn't quite sure how that computed.

Cas actually looked a little uncomfortable as he tried to explain his reasoning. "I mean, this is a rather terrible spot for a business meeting. And you're not really dressed for it anyway."

Dean had to admit he had a small point. Instead of his comfortable flannels, the heathens in wardrobe had stuffed him into a dark button-up and worn jeans. Dean wasn't quite sure why he couldn't just wear his own jeans, but Becky had insisted.

"Okay," Dean agreed slowly. "A date then. First date?"

"Sure," Cas agreed.

"I'll go first then," Dean said, and slid on his flirtiest grin. "Hi there. My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius, and I like long walks on the beach and frisky partners, men or women."

Cas smiled in return and Dean was surprised at the extra half-step of his heartbeat when he saw it. Dammit. "My name is Castiel Novak. I don't know my zodiac sign. I do enjoy beaches somewhat, but I'd rather spend time with my bees." He paused. "I am utterly indifferent toward sexual orientation."

It sounded a bit like something one of Charlie's girlfriends had talked about. "Is that a fancy way of saying you're asexual?" Dean ventured.

"Demi," Cas corrected, looking surprised that Dean knew anything about it. "Biromantic demisexual, to be precise."

"Okay, cool," Dean said, bobbing his head and attempting to ignore the part of him that was filing that information away. "I'm just a plain, old-fashioned bisexual myself," he told Cas, figuring turnabout was fair play.

"'Bisexual' I believe," Cas told him contemplatively. "I'm going to shelve 'old-fashioned' for now, pending further inquiry. As for 'plain'..." He paused, then his mouth curled up in a wicked grin. "I'm pretty sure plain people don't try to add anchovies to their watermelon and pineapple."

For a split second, Dean thought about being offended. But Cas's good humor was so contagious that a sharp bark of laughter had escaped him before he could stop it. Cas's smile widened and softened at the sound, which made Dean grin and his stomach tie itself into all sorts of interesting knots, because biromantic demisexual did not mean uninterested, it meant take it slow, and his brain had apparently already internalized the difference.

"CUT!" Gabriel's shout startled Dean. He'd completely forgotten that he was technically supposed to be acting right now. "What the hell are you two doing over there?"

Dean looked over to see what Sam had done this time, but instead of berating the two leads, Gabriel was staring at him and Cas. Oh.

Dean knew he was probably doing a pretty good impression of a deer in headlights, but that didn't stop Gabriel from ranting, "We're supposed to be watching these two fall in love," he shouted, gesturing at Sam and Jess. "Not a couple of extras!"

Dean very carefully did not look at Cas. He could feel his ears burning, but chanced a glance at Sam. His little brother was slumped, half-turned in his chair with his face buried in his hands and his shoulders shaking with laughter. Jess patted him on the shoulder and raised one eyebrow in amusement when she caught Dean looking her way. His face flushed further and he looked away again.

He still didn't look at Cas.

"Get off my set," Gabriel said at last. "Both of you." Then he turned and ignored them completely, directing some of the other extras to move to fill the gap left by their absence.

Dean knew when he was dismissed. Ears still burning, he got up from the table and tried not to trip over his chair or any cords as he made his way off the set. He could hear Cas following behind him.

The mortification didn't completely set in until he saw the crew, though. Once he was out of the glare of the lights, he could see the cameramen and the sound guys and the assistant director and all the other people that just seemed to accumulate on the edges of sets. They were all, to a one, laughing at him. Some were outright giggling, others were just grinning, but Dean would have shut his eyes against the sight if he could have guaranteed that he wouldn't trip over a light and compound his complete and utter humiliation.

Dean took the first opportunity he had to slip out the doors of the sound stage into the bright afternoon sunlight, leaving the dark cavern with its fake Parisian cafe behind him. As he blinked in the sunlight, he could feel Cas walk up to stand next to him. Dean didn't know what to say.

"Well," Cas said finally. "That was awkward."

Dean snorted and just like that it was alright again. "Oh, man," he said, ruffling his hair and taking deep breaths, trying to will the flush off his face. "I don't think I've been that embarrassed since Rhonda Hurley spilled my deepest secrets at Prom."

He chanced a glance at Cas. The lighting was different off-set, but the ruffled sex hair was the same, and when he met Dean's eyes they were that same shade of fuck-me blue. But he was also surprisingly funny and he kept bees and when he smiled Dean felt like he'd swallowed a circus.

"Have coffee with me?" Dean blurted out before he could stop himself.

Cas looked surprised for a moment, then he smiled wide and said, "I'd love to."

Dean's cheeks hurt so much from grinning widely that he didn't even care when his stomach started doing the macarena. "Awesome."