#freefallingheadcanon

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Dean and cas running around in the darkness but it's pitch black and they keep losing each other so they just give up and hold hands

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dean doesn't really remember when he started cooking breakfast for two.

sam wakes up way too early and is out running by the time dean gets himself up. he just noticed that cas seems to get up around his same hour too. so he just started brewing coffee for two, popping lots of toast and frying up double of whatever he was making for breakfast and setting out two plates.

but cas remembers. he remembers the exact morning he walked into the kitchen and there was a plate for him; a coffee mug, knife and fork. he remembers what he ate and what time it was. he remembers what dean was wearing, how his hair looked. he was barefoot. his voice was gruff but soft from sleep.

cas remembers everything about that morning. 

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don't even let me think about the fact that cas cant sleep anymore but every night he gets into bed and lies beside dean while he sleeps anyways because he doesn't want to miss the smallest eyebrow twitch or lip curl on that mans face and even though dean wakes up and dude i told you to stop watching me sleep it's creepy his chest feels fuller the mornings he opens his eyes to that angels face

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The first bite Cas took of Dean’s homemade burger was the best he’d ever had. Although it in itself was delicious, the reason it was so good was probably due to the smooth wooden chair he sat on, hum of the heater venting from the bunker walls, and sitting across from him, confident green eyes prompting the question- Well? Is it good or what?  While the other person next to them shook their head and smiled, munching on their own dinner.

The fallen angel had recently lost the only home he’d ever known, but he thought he wouldn’t mind finding a new one here. 

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So what if Cas' human body reacts to music now and the boys are all sitting in the booth of some diner he starts tapping his heel or drumming his fingers unknowingly to the background music playing and at first the brothers notice and kind of give each other this weirded out/amused sidelong glance and Sam makes a crack about Cas now being into teeny-bopper music and Cas just stares at him confused and Dean laughs (✿◠‿◠)

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Ok but no seriously the first time Cas gets sick Dean is torn between laughing or feeling bad because every time Cas sneezes he gets this terribly confused and uncomfortable look on his face and he doesn't understand why his body wants to fall asleep two hours after he had already slept and when he rolls over on the bed he makes these pitiful dying animal noises because his head feels stuffed with cotton. Nevertheless, Dean brings him tissues and cold medicine and makes him tomato and rice soup and sometimes when he's feeling really generous and Cas is having trouble going to sleep he'll rub vicks on his back and softly hum Stairway to Heaven.

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Dean always imagined kissing another guy would be rough. Their lips would be hard and maybe chapped and they would have hard tongues that would tastes like hamburgers or some greasy food. But kissing Cas was nothing like he ever thought. Cas' lips were maybe softer than anyone he'd ever kissed, and his tongue and mouth were warm, pliant and tentative, molding over his like that one missing puzzle piece you finally found. He didn't taste like grease or any food at all; he tasted like water, the purest water. Probably like the crystal cool water that angels would drink up in heaven if they needed. Yeah, Dean will definitely get used to this.

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Cas insisting again that the gang is lacking a species (◡‿◡✿)

Cas bringing home a stray cat one day and Dean giving in but it cannot set one dirty paw on his baby (◠‿◠ ✿) 

  Sam being all pouty because that's a bunch of bull I've always wanted to get a dog and Dean never gave a friggen inch (◕‿◕✿)