#denstiel

[joegraham1881]

Misha, you're killing me. Please don't stop. 🥰

[dem0nsiget]

“Well, bartender’s not sayin’ much. I even tried bribing him, nothing.”, Benny said with a slight huff as he sat down.

Dean just hummed slightly, not looking at Benny, watching one of the waitresses across the bar for a few more moments, before he turned to Benny.

“Give me your hand.”, he said, earning a puzzled look from his husband.

“Uh, ok?”, Benny said, extending his right hand. “But since when do we hold hands, especially on a job?”

“We’re not, and the other one. Hurry up.”, Dean said, as the waitress had looked away.

Benny frowned even more at that, as he laid his left hand on the table.

Dean grabbed his wrist slightly, sliding his wedding ring off, and keeping it in his hand.

“Alright, go get’em.”, he said, nodding over across the bar.

“I- what? The hell are you going on about?”, Benny asked, looking confused and concerned. “Do I need to test you?”

“No, I’m me. And I’ve been sitting here watching that waitress eye you since the second we got in this joint. We need info, and we’re not getting it from the bartender, so… next best thing.”, Dean said.

“I’m not going to-“

“Dude, I am literally telling you to.”, Dean said. “Relax, I’m not asking you to sleep with her. Just go lay down some Southern charm and get us the info we need.”, he said. “We need to find the connection between the vics ASAP.”

Benny looked like he was about to argue, but frowned. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know?”

“Oh, I’m aware. Now go get ‘em tiger.”, Dean said with a grin, as Benny glared at him, flipping him off before he stood up and headed across the bar.

Dean just grinned slightly, shaking his head, watching him go. Everything about his body language conveyed that he was not comfortable at all, but it was easily read as nerves.

About 20 minutes later, and after Dean had another round, Benny came back over, a piece of paper in his hand, a scowl directed at Dean on his face.

“So, did your infidelity pay off?”, Dean teased, earning a glare from Benny.

“Not funny.”, the vampire muttered, sitting down. “Ring.”, he said.

Dean just rolled his eyes, before placing Benny’s ring back in his hand.

“Alright, but seriously? What’d you get?”, Dean asked.

“Well, I know that the two vics went to the same church, same AA meetings.”, Benny said.

“Yeah, we knew that.”, Dean said, taking a sip of his drink.

“But what we did not know, is they were far from sober. Apparently they were both regulars here. Came in every week at least once.”, Benny said.

“Huh.”, Dean said. “Well, that’s new.”, he hummed.

“I also learned that Isabelle over there is very lonely and does not have a filter.”, Benny muttered.

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it? Now we’ve got a lead.”, Dean said.

“Yeah, from me flirting with a waitress.”

“Oh, get that stick out of your ass. I literally sent you over there. We needed info, we got info.”, Dean said, rolling his eyes. “You’re so goddamn dramatic sometimes.”

“I’m not a cheater.”, Benny snapped slightly at him.

“Oh, sorry, I missed the part where you two banged on the bar. You went and talked to her, Benny, there’s a difference. And again, I literally sent you over there. Relax.”

“Yeah, but Cas didn’t.”, Benny muttered.

“Yeah, maybe, but when I tell him he’s probably going to be amused you’re putting up this much of a hissy fit. Let’s just get back to the motel, do some research. Maybe get that stick out of your ass so you can relax.”

Dean ignored the muttered curses Benny gave him, rolling his eyes as his husband as he paid their tab, and ignored Isabelle’s wave across the bar, following Benny out, just grinning at the back of his head.

He was seriously fun to mess with.

((This popped into my head on the way home today and just demanded to be written. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ))

[deecaydancee]

So I’m reading twist and shout for the first time, should I be scared???

[dem0nsiget]

He can tell himself it’s just normal the first few feathers he finds on the ground.

But when he finds almost a whole pile under the chair Cas sits in, Dean finally confronts the angel.

“Dude, what the hell? You’re like a damn Husky, but with fucking feathers. You sick or something?”, he asked, drawing Benny’s attention from the book propped open in his hands (the Iliad, based on the gold foil reflecting off the cover).

Cas glanced at the ground behind him, then back at Dean, a sheepish look on his face.

“It’s... no, I’m not sick.”, he said when Dean’s last comment fully registers. “I’m an angel of the lord, I can’t get sick.”

Dean just heard a soft snort from the vampire tucked in the corner of the library, but by the time he glanced over at him, Benny’s turned back to reading.

“I know that Cas.”, Dean said, looking a little exasperated. “But why are you dropping feathers?”

“It’s probably a molt.”

Dean waited for him to elaborate, but Cas instead chose to just stare at Dean, his head tilted every so slightly to the side.

He loves him, but sometimes Dean really just wants to strangle Cas.

“A molt? Since when do you molt? And what the hell does that mean? We’re gonna be cleaning up feathers for the next month?”

“No, it should only last a week or two. Less if I can manage to pluck most of the dead feathers.”, Cas said matter-o-factly. “They don’t happen that often. Maybe once every ten human years.”

Dean just glanced back over at Benny, hoping to find some kind of assistance, but he can tell by Benny’s face he is pointedly not looking up at them to avoid said assistance.

The motherfucker.

“Alright, well, you said it’ll last a week unless you can pluck the feathers. Need help doing that? Not like Benny or I have anything better to do.”, Dean said, not giving Benny a choice whether he wants to help or not.

“Speak for yourself, Winchester. I am reading.”, Benny called over, icy blue eyes giving Dean a death stare that from any other vampire would probably have Dean backing off, but with Benny, he knows better.

He’s a freaking teddy bear when it comes to Dean and Cas.

“A book that you’ve said yourself you’ve read like a dozen times. Stop being an ass and come help.”, Dean shot back, earning a grumble from the Southerner, but Benny just begrudgingly shoved his bookmark into the book, and left it on the table next to his chair.

He got up and walked over, still glaring at Dean, who looked unfazed and unamused.

Cas, meanwhile, looked both grateful and embarrassed.

“I- I mean, it’s fine, you guys don’t have to help, I can get most of it myself-“

Cas was shut up by Benny, who just flicked the back of the angel’s head lightly.

“Shut up and let us help you.”, he grumbled. He still wasn’t a huge fan of being awake during the day, as his body fought him being awake, but he endured it to stay on the same sleep schedule as the rest of them.

Cas just glanced between the two, looking for a moment like he was about to protest again, before a slight shimmer, like rising heat, passed through the air, and a couple seconds later, two large black wings were draped over the back of the chair.

Dean had seen Cas’s wings only a couple of times before, as he didn’t usually walk around with them in a corporeal form, as they could be annoying and cumbersome.

But they usually looked much sleeker and glossier than they did now. Even as Dean watched, a slight breeze from Benny moving caused a tattered feather to drift to the floor.

“Dude, you look like you got dragged around in the dirt.”, Dean said, lifting one of his wings gently, a couple feathers drifting to the floor as he did.

“I’m aware.”, Cas snapped, sounding annoyed.

“Oh, relax, angel.”, Benny said, leaning against the table, not really knowing how to handle Cas’s wings, so he just hung back for the moment. “Y’know he’s just teasing.”

Cas just grumbled something in Enochian at that, but stretched his wings out a bit more.

“So... what do we do?”, Dean asked, not exactly well versed in wing maintenance.

“Just find any that look tattered and pull them out. If they’re molting they’ll pretty much fall out.”, Cas said, leaning over slightly to rest his arms on the table, laying his head in his arms. “I’d go get a garbage bag or something, there will probably be a lot.”

“On it.”, Benny said, heading out of the room towards the kitchen.

Dean meanwhile ran his fingers through Cas’s wings, a slight shudder passing down the angel’s spine at that.

“Sorry.”, Dean said, pulling his hands away.

“ ‘S okay.”, Cas murmured. “Feels good. Don’t be surprised if I fall asleep.”, he said. “It feels nice to not have to try and contort yourself to get the old feathers out.”, he said.

Dean glanced over when Benny came in carrying a couple garbage bags, flicking one out as he walked in and handed it to Dean, who looped the drawstrings around the back of one of the chairs to keep it open, while Benny did the same on Cas’s other side.

Dean caught sight of a glint of blue, seeing Cas with his head turned to watch Dean with that usual lack of care that he’s been caught staring.

Dean just dragged a chair over, sitting down behind Cas’s wing, and started pulling through the feathers, dropping the ones that fell into his hands in the garbage bag.

They work in silence, Benny on one wing, Dean on the other, Cas staying still and quiet between them. He shifts a few times towards the beginning, but about half an hour in, Dean starts hearing soft snores coming from the dark-haired angel.

Benny looked amused at that, grinning slightly when he picks up on the snores as well, but just turns back to Cas’s right wing.

Dean finds it relaxing, just a simple task to do, especially one that’s helping Cas. He so rarely asks for help, that Dean’s glad for any chance to help him in some way, to make up for all the times Cas has helped him over the years.

It took the two of them a good hour to finish Cas’s wings, and when they do, they looked a little ratty, a lot of the feathers now in garbage bags, but Dean knows they’ll grow back. It’s better than how they looked after Cas had fallen. He still remembered the shadowy look of his wings then, barely more than bones with a few feathers clinging on.

Jack had restored all of the angel’s wings, as well as opened Heaven up fully again, essentially reversing everything Metatron had done.

Dean was glad. He knew Cas had hated the look of his wings before Jack had restored them, which was why this was the first time Dean had seen them in years.

He stood up and tied off the bag of feathers he had, almost the entire bag full of black feathers. They’d figure out something to do with them later.

Benny meanwhile had already done the same, and gently shook Cas awake, who startled for a second.

“Wha-“, Cas murmured, sitting up slightly, before he yawned, the yawn giving him enough time to remember why he’d fallen asleep at the library table, glancing back at his wings, stretching them slightly, and beamed.

“Thank you.”, he said, smiling at Dean and Benny. “That feels much better.”

“Good.”, Dean said, leaning over to kiss his forehead. “But next time, ask us for help.”, he said.

“Well, I’ll probably need your help again in a few days.”, Cas said. “When the feathers that didn’t get pulled today start falling off.”

“Oh no, the torture.”, Benny said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just let us know when you want our help, cher.”, he said, ruffling Cas’s hair slightly, before he walked back over to the corner of the library, sitting down and picking up his book again.

Dean rolled his eyes at him, but just gave Cas a soft smile. “I’ll go put these bags in the armory, we can figure out something to do with them later.”, he said.

Cas just nodded, laying his head back on his arms, watching Dean head out of the library, just smiling softly as he closed his eyes again, and drifted back off to sleep.

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((A drabble? With actual dialogue? It’s more likely than you think!

But seriously, this is some of the first actual dialogue I’ve written in forever, XD. And please excuse any changes of like tense (past/present), I kept flopping back and forth for some reason and tried to get it under control, but it was making me not want to write it so I said fuck it and just wrote it XD.

Will be posted into my Denstiel Drabbles AO3 fic as well!))

[dem0nsiget]

At the beginning, Benny had hated rock music.

He found it annoying and repetitive, not to mention most of it was either about drugs, sex, or just rock and roll itself. It was not for him.

Of course he’d never say that to Dean, as that was all the elder Winchester listened to.

But eventually because of that, he started to tolerate it, and then like it.

Not because of the songs themselves, those he still despised. He’d never play them on his own.

But when they came on the radio, he couldn’t help but smile slightly at the memories connected to so many songs.

The songs that Dean would sing along to in the car when it was just the three of them, Benny really tuning out the actual song, just listening to Dean’s voice.

The song that he’d first convinced Dean to dance with him to, when they’d been the only two in the bunker, leading Dean through simple steps, dissolving into a laughing fit quite a few times.

The song that had played over the Impala’s radio the first time they hadn’t made it back to the bunker in time, pulling off to the side of the road and jumping in the backseat, as awkward and cramped as it was for the two of them. He still remembered Cas’s pouty ‘you could have invited me’ face when they’d gotten back, their hair ruffled and faces flushed.

The songs they’d sung the time the girls had come over and Dean had whipped out a karaoke machine he’d bought a couple of years before. Benny still remembered the laughing fit they’d all had when Alex had been shocked that she’d been singing lyrics wrong her whole life.

While he knew Dean’s obsession with old rock music was really from his father, he kind of understood it now. Not all of them were good, but they were old, and a lot of them probably held memories for him.

He knew a few songs that did for Dean, ones he always skipped forward or turned the radio off, or if that wasn’t an option, looked tense through.

But he also knew the ones that held good memories, always saw that warm, nostalgic smile on his face when they came on. Benny sometimes played them on purpose just to see that smile on Dean’s face.

Of course he’d never tell Dean that.

[dem0nsiget]

The times of silence in the bunker used to feel so uncomfortable.

Something about it always used to make Dean tense, like he expected the peace and quiet to always be shattered by something horrible, which, to be honest, it usually was.

But now, he loved the times where there was little to no sound.

Most of their days now were spent with everyone dispersed around the library and living room, like today.

Dean was sitting at one of the tables in the library, browsing through his laptop for anything that seemed like a hunt.

Cas was a few seats away from him, typing away on his phone, probably texting Jack or Hannah about something or another.

Sam was scribbling away in one of the many catalogues he kept, making notes about one thing or another.

Eileen sat in the chair next to Sam, on a video call with an old friend of hers, both of them silently signing away.

Benny was tucked in the corner on the couch, some dusty old classical novel propped up in his hands.

The only sounds were the scratching of Sam’s pen on paper, the occasional flip of a page of Benny’s book, and soft clacking from Dean’s keyboard.

Before, he probably would have started going crazy after awhile, but now he loved the calm silence. It didn’t seem sinister or foreboding anymore, it was just peaceful.

It reminded Dean that this was his life now. Not stopping Apocalypse after Apocalypse, not fighting one Big Bad after another.

Just perusing for the occasional case, whether it be a simple salt-and-burn or just clearing out a vamp nest, but other than that?

It was relaxing in the bunker, knowing that he didn’t have to stress and worry about every next moment, that he could just savor the quiet time and not be stressing about what was next.

Sometimes, he almost preferred the silence now.

[dem0nsiget]

He can practically hear the questions burning in Benny’s head every time.

Dean’s woken up from a nightmare and immediately pulled into his arm’s, but he can just hear Benny’s mind whirling even as he struggles to calm down.

He knows it’s not fair to them, at least in his mind it’s not. That they need an explanation, that they need to know exactly why and what the nightmares that plague Dean are.

Some are simple to explain. Michael in his head, Sam dying, Cas staying in Purgatory, now, having to kill Benny.

Some are much harder, bordering on impossible. Those are the ones that happen the most.

How does he explain what had happened in Hell? How does he explain what kept him so firmly in the closet for a decade?

Even that thought has him pulling back from Benny a tiny bit, a tremble starting in his body as he just stared straight ahead at the fabric of Benny’s shirt, knowing if he closed his eyes, all he would see would be things he didn’t want to.

He had a feeling Cas suspected what had happened, just what Dean had been subjected to that had finally gotten him to agree to torturing souls. What had haunted him every time that he’d even stopped to consider for a second what the hell that feeling was when he looked at Cas.

But he couldn’t tell them. He knew he would never be able to. He could barely handle the memory, but saying it out loud would make it real, would make it a solid thing that had happened, and he couldn’t do that.

So he just burrowed farther into Benny’s arms, and stayed silent, listening to whatever soft words Benny was saying, sometimes understanding them, sometimes not.

But he can still hear the questions burning in Benny’s mind.

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Have some more random Denstiel ramblings XD

[dem0nsiget]

It always starts with just a twitch, a slight movement that could be anything from waking up to just moving in his sleep.

Benny’s such a light sleeper, always so close to slipping back into a nocturnal schedule, that he usually gets woken up by the first one, though he never really notices that’s what wakes him up.

Not until Dean twitches again, at which point Benny watches him like a hawk.

Sometimes, he settles back down into restful sleep, the movements just shifting, or something from a pleasant dream.

Most of the time though, they continue.

Benny always hesitates, debates his next move. If he wakes Dean up before it gets too bad, he gets pissy about being woken up. If he wakes him up too late, lets whatever nightmare he’s having plague him for too long, he’s not the same for a couple days after, distant, walking through the bunker like a ghost.

He doesn’t ask him what they’re about. He knows Cas has been told, but he doesn’t ask him either. It doesn’t matter to him. He doesn’t need to pry to help his boyfriend out.

Sometimes Dean will ramble on vague things to him, sometimes he can piece together bits of Dean’s trauma from them. Meat hooks and chains, the name Alastair always being followed by a shiver down Dean’s back, a recoil away from Benny.

There’s something huge there, something that Benny is quite sure even Cas doesn’t know. Something that Dean has buried, or tried to, something horrible enough to still plague and terrify him more than a decade later.

He wants to know so bad, wants to have the answers to his questions, wants to be able to help Dean better by knowing just what haunts him.

But he knows Dean’s the only one he’d get those answers from, and he knows Dean’s the only one that would never tell him.

Besides, he’s not about to make him recount every horrible thing that’s happened to him, just like Dean would never make Benny recount every horrible thing he’d done.

So he makes himself content with helping Dean, shaking him awake, pulling him close, and shushing him back into sleep, or holding him close if sleep isn’t an option anymore.

He always tries to make sure Cas isn’t woken up, but rarely succeeds, the angel usually snuggling up against Dean’s back, murmuring sweet nothings to him, sometimes in English, sometimes in Enochian.

Dean always seems to be more physically affectionate the day or two after he’s woken from a nightmare, almost constantly having a hand on at least one of his boyfriends.

He’ll probably do the same the next couple of days, after Benny wakes him, after he calms down in Benny’s arms, after he falls back asleep and hopefully sleeps peacefully. But if he doesn’t, Benny will be there to repeat the whole process, as many times as needed.

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I am in a Denstiel mood tonight apparently XD