#flowersforcastags

[arkania]

on the wedding, cas ties his tie backwards and dean fixes it... at the altar. they’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t realize the rest of the room watching them

[arkania]

the morning after their wedding, dean wakes up slowly to the sun streaming gently through the curtains and the soft sound of breathing. strong arms wrap themselves tightly around his waist, but he doesn’t feel afraid nor restricted by the embrace. he feels warm, safe, content. but mostly he feels loved. he blinks his bleary eyes open and turns his head, feeling warm puffs of air on his cheek and seeing soft, feathery tufts of dark hair. his husband’s hair. he can hardly believe it’s not a dream. and maybe it is, he thinks as he closes his eyes again. but for now, he’ll enjoy it while it lasts. i hope it lasts forever.

[arkania]

dean drives the impala with one hand on the wheel and one interlaced with cas’. the windows are down and there’s no one around for miles aside from the occasional car that passes them. the wind ruffles their hair and the sunlight casts soft shadows on their faces. cas fiddles with the radio because he’s the only one who can break dean’s music rules with no consequences. a song comes on with gentle guitar chords and a woman’s voice and cas leaves the song playing. dean looks at him curiously, but doesn’t question it. he doesn’t hear most of the song but he catches the chorus, “as long as i am loving you, you'll never be alone, as long as you keep wanting me around.” his lips quirk up at the corners, rubbing cas’ knuckles and the metal of his wedding band in a silent promise. the look cas gives him in return tells him everything that he already knows: i’ll always be here for you.

[arkania]

the old wives tale that it’s bad luck to let the bride and groom see each other before the wedding is completely thrown out for dean and cas. they refuse to be parted in anyway, especially not after what they’ve been through. besides, after a lifetime of bad luck, they’ve decided that there can be no such thing as bad luck when they have each other—they don’t believe in luck.

[arkania]

dean and cas often dance around the bunker for no other reason but they can (it took months for them to figure out a dance that isn’t just swaying). jack, barely able to walk, goes up to dean and asks to dance with him so dean puts jack’s tiny feet on top of his own and sways with the toddler. cas laughs softly and jack beams up at him with pride because he’s dancing! and dean smiles softly at the child. none of them realize that sam is recording from the doorway

[arkania]

after he’s married, sam sets up an etsy shop where he sells little mugs

[arkania]

dean didn’t sleep the night before his wedding, his mind a constant barrage of thoughts, ranging from excitement to fear of rejection. those fears are put to rest once they’re married but he is still so tired despite his incandescent happiness and the buzz of the crowd around him. he leans and rests his head on cas’ shoulder, feeling relaxed and breathing a breath of relief. “i love you,” he mumbles, a tired but loving grin on his lips

[arkania]

for @rambleoncas because as much as that last empty idea hurt me, i couldn’t leave it like that. inspired by this beautiful piece of art <3

—

dean stumbles around in the empty, eyes puffy and his head cloudy from hours of crying. he’s not sure where he’s going but he does know what he’s looking for. deep down in his heart of hearts, he’s always been looking for him. for cas and for the love that cas has for him: the unconditional kind. the kind that absolutely terrifies him but also sets him free, knowing that he can mess up and things will still be okay. knowing that his mistakes won’t drive cas away; or so he hopes. at least, he hasn’t yet and he’s made more than a few mistakes along the way. he loves cas. he wants to love cas the way that cas loves him because he knows that cas deserves a helluva lot better than him. but he’ll try, he’ll try his best because that’s what love is. it’s sacrifice. one that dean is all too eager to make. cas deserves the world, and if he ever were to ask for it, dean would do almost anything to obtain it for him. he would. he would wander every foot of this forsaken land just to find—

dean sees something. it sticks out of the darkness and yet, is consumed by it too. time seems to stop as dean approaches it, and he knows with every fiber of his being what it is. it’s not an it, it’s a he, and his name is castiel, the beautiful angel who has sacrificed everything for him. castiel, cas who loves him. sniffling softly, dean places his hand under cas’ chin, cupping it in his fingers. cas. cas cas cas. you’re here. you’re real. you’re actually here. without thinking, dean presses his lips to the place he knows cas’ would be, shutting his eyes just as a single tear falls down his face. cas, i love you. i love you. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you. i love you. you’re here with me. i love you…

a splash of wetness slides onto dean’s fingers and dean opens his eyes slowly, not wanting to be met with cold, unforgiving nothingness. instead of the dark figure stands cas in its place, skin flushed and warm against his fingertips.

“cas,” dean says reverently, voice hitching and eyes welling up with tears. “cas…”

he presses his forehead to cas’ and breathes as a sob wracks itself from his mouth, shaking his whole body.

“dean.” cas’ hands cup his cheeks, looking into his eyes with a soft sort of emotion that makes dean break a little more. he feels vulnerable and raw, but he feels safe with cas. safe and loved, as he’s been for so long. perhaps even always. dean’s arms wrap themselves around cas’ shoulders as he presses his head into the fabric of cas’ stupid, dorky trenchcoat. cas.

“never leave me again,” he mumbles, squeezing his arms tighter around the angel like a child with their favorite toy. except cas is more than a toy, he will always be more. because cas is everything and dean cannot live with out him, just as the earth cannot live without the sun.

two arms embrace him, bringing them impossibly closer to each other. “i’ll never leave. i’ll never leave you.”