#destiel asks

[angeltiddies]

for the ask game: 7, 8, and/or 22 🥰

7. Bloodfreak, Closest Thing We Have to a Witch, or Lawboy Sammy?

Bloodfreak !!!!

8.) Favourite Cas?

hmm...i think honey!cas, or dadstiel because he’s just so good with jack and claire and i think as post spn has dragged on, i’ve fallen deeper and deeper into dad cas appreciation

22. What is on the jackles tapes (wrong answers only)?

an interns face crying and watching the scene they are supposed to be filming, the camera got flipped 😔

[bijoharvelle]

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13. What is your ideal way for Destiel to go canon?

I think I’ve talked about this before, but my absolute, number one, wish fulfillment way would have been at the end of season five.

Swan Song, the scene just before Dean goes to Lisa, in the Impala at night, just Dean driving and Cas sitting next to him, newly minted sheriff of Heaven, ready to once more serve God.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Dean says, full of anger and despair. “He brought you back. But what about Sam? What about me, huh? Where’s my grand prize? All I got is my brother in a hole!”

And Castiel cocks his head a little, considers the man before him. The Righteous Man who began it all and ended it all. This man who never asked for anything and only ever wanted a family. Only ever wanted to not be left alone. And his reward for saving the whole of the world was just that - to be alone.

“You got what you asked for, Dean: freedom. What would you like to do with it?”

Dean tips his eyes to the side and swallows so that his jaw ticks. “What do you mean?”

“What do you want?”

And Dean who went out to the field and watched his little brother die, finally opens a release valve. Just a small one, just a quiet, shattered exhale. He pulls over jerkily, yanks the key from the ignition. With his head pitched forward, almost against the wheel of the most important car in history, he says, “I don’t want to be alone.”

Castiel gives him a moment with that and then reaches out. Reaches across his body to lay his hand over Dean’s left shoulder. “You don’t have to be.” Dean looks up at him and Cas can tell that he’s thinking of his promise to Sam, thinking of Lisa and Ben and pretending. Cas’s hand tightens over the mark that he can feel beneath layers of fabric. “I could stay. With you.”

“What about Heaven?” Dean asks. There are tears welled in his eyes and Cas thinks about a hospital room so long ago, when they barely knew one another. He thinks about an almost broken Dean praying for the first time outside of a motel room. He thinks about staring into Dean’s eyes with his tie in one hand and a boxcutter in the other, faith flagging. 

“You’re my charge,” he says carefully. “I pulled you out of Hell. I won’t leave you here to suffer alone either.”

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10. Does Sam know and ship it? Or is he oblivious? (or smthn else?)

sam definitely knows, for sure. and he ships it hard, too!!

[finaledenialist]

Hi! 13 for the destiel asks!

13. What is your ideal way for Destiel to go canon?

Honestly, I couldn’t imagine anything better than what we already got. I was always counting on a confession in the face of death with lots of tears and this is what we got. Now Dean needs to get his own ass into the Empty, drag Cas out and say what he has to say. And I don’t think any fanfic can ever beat Castiel’s monologue. This was perfect and beautiful and everything Dean needed to hear, it was also amazingly painful. I wouldn’t change a single thing here. 

Maybe apart from the ‘painful’ part. Because I always lowkey wanted a drunk confession. Just the two of them having a moment with no outside danger forcing them to say what they have to say. Just them and their choices to confess, with a little help of booze, because okay, these two are so repressed that they need a little push. Little, not a world-is-ending kind of push.

So like imagine if they confessed to each other marvelously drunk, coming back from a bar where Sam left them, because these two were driving him insane and he just noped out of there after zeroing his second beer; so they stayed and talked, and laughed and looked at each other and for a moment there was this silence, where they were only staring into each other’s eyes and Dean was starstruck because the dimmed light of the bar was playing shadows on Cas’ face, and Cas was smiling brightly at Dean and Dean thought how did we even got there; Castiel on the other had never felt happier, the beer got into his head and he was dizzy but Dean was right there in front of him, laughing carelessly at the dumb jokes Cas attempted to make and it was the best sound ever but now Dean was staring at him with so much fondness, lips parted, and it was the most beautiful moment of his life; for a while it was just the two of them and the world around them just didn’t exist. 

Then Dean chuckled and muttered something about going back to the motel; he seemed embarrassed and Cas didn’t want to admit to himself that his heart broke a little but he was going to cherish these few minutes that just passed forever, he thought. They stumbled out of the bar and Dean gave the impala a long tired look and shook his head ‘I don’t think I can drive, Cas’ he managed to say, eyes blurry, ‘We’ll walk then’, Cas shrugged it off, happy that they are going to have just a little more time together before they go into their separate rooms. The night was warm for a november, soft breeze dancing with the leaves on the ground, as they started walking, step by careful step. It was a slow walk, and the full moon just showed itself from behind a cloud. 

‘I need to take a breath’, Dean said finally, leaning on the railing of the bridge they just reached. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He glanced at Cas and then looked at the river underneath them. His heart was racing. Because Cas was standing right next to him, close enough to touch, almost. Cas, and his dark messy hair, and reassuring smile and those stupid blue eyes, piercing right through him every time. But Cas wasn’t looking at him this time, his eyes were closed, he was breathing slowly, listening to the quiet whispers of the river, trying to focus on the smell of fallen leaves and the water. Castiel felt intoxicated; but he was sure it wasn’t the beer, at least not entirely. Emotions and feelings were still new to him and completely overwhelming. He wasn’t able to read Dean’s mind, and he had no idea what was expected of him. He wanted to say something but he didn’t even know what to begin with.

‘Cas’, Dean finally mumbled, and it brought him back to reality immediately. Cas slowly turned his head to face Dean, his eyes were bright and questioning, and Dean couldn’t look straight into them because he wasn’t sure what would happen if he did. Dean took another deep breath. ‘I wanted to...’ he grunted ‘To, uh, thank you.’

Cas looked confused. ‘Wh-- What for, Dean?’, he finally managed to ask, very quietly. He felt unsure and the fear started creeping in. This whole situation was new and he had no idea how should he react; at the same time he didn’t want to ruin this moment by saying something inadequate. He felt frozen and out of control. He was scared.

‘For... For everything, I guess. I never said that to you’, Dean finally let himself speak, and he felt instant relief. He knew he wanted to say it to Cas for a long time now, he didn’t even know how long, but he just couldn’t. The words were always stuck in his throat, and he always lied to himself that this wasn’t the time.

But tonight he felt he reached a breaking point. He felt it in the bar, after the fifth beer, when he looked at Cas like he saw him for the first time. Cas was laughing at something stupid Dean said about the guy who was playing pool or about the bartender; he couldn’t remember what it was and it didn’t matter anyway, but he looked at Cas and he couldn’t stop looking, because this was all he ever wanted. His brain froze after that thought, because it was something he knew for a long time now, he realized, but it was also something he never admitted even to himself. And when he suddenly did, when this thought appeared seemingly out of nowhere and despite all the walls he put around his heart, he felt finally free. He was free and completely, unconditionally in love. 

Cas looked at him with open mouth, and he looked confused. Castiel felt his heart racing at a dangerous speed, it seemed like it wanted to desperately jump out of his chest and right into Dean’s hands, where it belonged. He felt he was sobering up and his head felt light and heavy at the same time. 

‘You... You don’t have to say it, Dean’, he started cautiously. ‘I am glad to be here. I always was--’

‘No, Cas’, Dean cut him off, ‘I have to.’ The world around him was spinning, and Cas was the only fixed object, so he focused his eyes on him. ‘You... It’s good to have you here, Cas. And I mean it. You did so much for us’, he started, feeling the weight slowly lifting from his chest. It was a risk, it was probably the biggest risk he ever took, but he couldn’t help it, he always felt braver after a couple of beers. ‘You did so much for me’, his voice suddenly broke and suddenly he wasn’t able to say another word.

Cas stood there, frozen. He couldn’t believe what was happening. Dean's forest green eyes were staring intensely right into his own. It was like Dean wanted to speak but he physically couldn’t do it, and honestly, Cas could relate. At one second his mind was just a frozen void and right at the next one, unexpectedly and out of nowhere, words were madly rushing through his head, forming dozens of sentences all at once, rioting; everything he ever wanted to say to Dean was emerging from his subconsciousness into the surface, flooding his mind; he was drowning in emotions and unspoken words, it was all too much, too many; he felt like he was suffocating, so he opened his mouth to take a breath and then...

‘I love you’.

It just escaped through his lips, slipped right through it without his consent, and the world suddenly stopped and his mind went silent again. Cas blinked a couple of times, shocked but also strangely relieved; once the truth was out she was unstoppable. ‘Dean...’, he whispered, but all at once he was out of words. Thousands of them were just gone, leaving only four of them that ever mattered, that ever had meaning, echoing in his head repeatedly.

Dean looked like he was just struck by lightning. He also felt like it. The words he never thought he would hear hanged in the silence between them; it took a few seconds for them to sink in. For a moment Dean thought he was delirious, he almost expected to wake up in a second, in a motel bed, completely hangover, because this? This was simply too good to be true. 

But suddenly everything just made sense. Everything just clicked and fell right into place and he was home. He was barely standing on his own two feet, on some bridge on the outskirts of some godforsaken town in the middle of nowhere, with the moon and stars shining brightly above him and the river humming underneath him, but he was home. Nothing ever felt this right. 

After a long pause, he exhaled, smiled and--

‘Dean, I’m... I...’, Cas stuttered, ‘I shouldn’t--’

‘Cas’, Dean reached out his his hands and cupped Castiel’s face. He didn’t even have to take a step towards him, they already were standing this close. He pressed their foreheads together. ‘This is all I ever needed to hear from you’, he whispered, ‘You are what I need, no’, he quickly corrected himself, ‘you are what I want. I love you. I knew this for a while now.’ He wrapped his hand around Cas, as he said it, to keep him as close as possible, ‘I remember what it was like... I remember my life before you. I could never imagine going back to that. I just wanted you to know that’, suddenly the words started to flow more easily, ‘I am better with you around’. 

Slowly he let go of the embrace and looked directly into Cas’ eyes, brighter than ever, but was it because of moonlight or was it Castiel’s very own light, Dean wasn’t sure. Cas wasn’t sure either, but the light was everywhere. Everything looked better, brighter, more familiar. So this is it, he managed to form a thought, this is how it goes. This is what the whole world is about, as he suddenly started to understand why some of the angels fell before him. This was worth everything. He reached for Dean’s face and stroked his cheek, wonderstruck how right it felt. 

Dean was barely holding back a sob all this time, but this is not time for crying, he told himself, not now, when Cas was gently touching his face and looking at him with pure admiration. Dean couldn’t help but lean into the soft touch. Slowly he reached for Cas’ hand, leaned in more, and kissed the inside of his palm. It all felt too natural, so good and so right. 

They stood like this for a good moment, feasting on it and letting the time pass. They weren’t in a hurry anymore, they were right where they were supposed to be. After some time they finally started walking again, and when they crossed that bridge they felt like they just entered a new beginning, a new world that belonged only to them, although in a way, nothing really changed; they were joking and laughing in no time, and when Dean slipped on the wet leaves on the pavement, Cas was there to catch him. 

When they finally reached the motel, the moon and stars were already fading, and the sky on the east was slowly turning golden and pink. That night was the first of many nights to come when Sam had the motel room all to himself. 

[jackson-nickthedate]

For the destiel ask game....

6, 7, and 15?

Thank you soo much for the asks!!

6. What is your favorite fanfic trope for Dean and Cas?

My favorite trope is either friends to lovers or hurt/comfort. I love when two characters get really close friends and realize that they actually love each other! Hurt/comfort is always something I love with Dean and Cas. I just love face cupping.

7. What made you start shipping Destiel? What’s the story?

Well long story short I started watching Supernatural and shipping Destiel on Pinterest. One day I saw a pin about Supernatural and I was like wow that looks like a really cool show. I started watching it an around that next week, when I was on season 2, I saw my first pin about Destiel and I loved it right away. Not even knowing about Cas I just loved the way they looked at each other. I then started watching edits on YouTube and following Destiel Tumblrs. I just loved it so much. They stole my heart from the very beginning.

15. Any fave headcanons, comments, or anything else you want to share about Deancas?

Well I just want to say that I am an absolute sucker for domestic destiel. It’s just so amazing to me. I love reading fanfics where they say that they “fit together like puzzle pieces” or “tangled there legs together.” I love when either one cups the others face. Oh and by far my favorite is when Dean whispers an “I love you” and Cas just chuckles and says “I love you too, Dean.” Just *chefs kiss*

[galaxycastiel]

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6. Favourite destiel fanfic tropes:

- Fake dating for a case, realising they both love each other, angst period of doubt, but ultimately happy ending.

- Team free dads: Adventures in parenting w/Jack and established canon destiel.

- Angst through the years with an happy ending. Shipper Sam silently waiting for them to open their eyes and get together.

8. Favourite destiel episode:

I have a lot... but uhm, let's go with spn 15x18 and all the tears it left me with.

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[rozanovnas]

13!!!

ooooo thank you v much!!! :)

13. What is your ideal way for Destiel to go canon?

Oh my GOD I want it to be simultaneously the angstiest and the fluffiest thing in the world!!

I would honestly really love it if Dean came out to Leo in 15x07, and then, has a big love confession to Cas in 15x09, especially since we know that Cas hears that prayer, and because I’m an angst goblin, Cas gets dragged to the empty because he hears Dean’s prayer and is finally happy, Dean thinks he doesn’t reciprocate, goes into a deep dark ~Dean spiral~ before they realize Cas is actually gone, not just ignoring them, and then, once they break him and Jack out of the Empty, it’s the most beautiful reunion in the whole world with lots of fluff and hugs and hopefully kisses.

Honestly I’m just the heart eye emoji for them so literally any way they do it would be so perfect to me.

Basically just give me a good ole fashioned fanfic and I’m ready to roll

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