#goth cas

[cosmonatural]

for @demetriustheangel’s annual birth, i made his goth cas a cowboy and dean is just. his usual cowboy self i guess! love ya dem :D

[castielsparkle]

i made a cas doll to do my makeup looks on LOL. no facial hair because i imagine its difficult to clean makeup out of and i rarely do makeup with visible facial hair lol ^_^ (gave him a little mullet and piercings as well! :P)

insps: 1 | 2

3 | 4

5 | 6

7 | 8

9 | 10

11 | 12

cas is such a special creature 2 me and. i have lots of fun doing my little makeup looks so i thought id combine them solely for self indulgent reasons heheh. hope u guys like them!!!!

(pls click to see them better!<3)

[agusvedder]

"Everybody knows I'm the school's freak! Why do you insist on dating me, Dean?" Cas wondered with genuine curiosity.

"Because I never liked anyone in my life the way I like you, Cas!" Dean blurted out "and I see the way you look at me too... I know you feel the same" He said nervous, and smiled "Come on, beautiful, what do you say?"

Cas gaze traveled down, trying not to smile. Finally he sighed "Fine, I'll go with you, but you gotta remove the lipstick..."

Dean took a step foward and cupped his cheek "That won't be a problem, gorgeous" He assurred, beaming at him like he was staring at the sun.

[catiemolly]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

            “Good news, Winchester,” Cas greeted Dean the next morning, “Dad’s getting my car this evening, so you’re free of me after today.”

            “Good, ‘cause I swear if you don’t stop leaning on my car, I’m gonna punch you in the face.”

            “Only ‘cause you’re testing me,” Dean said with a small smile. He hoped Cas didn’t notice.

            The ride was as silent as their previous ones but it was more comfortable somehow. Cas left the Impala with a polite “thanks, Dean,” and that was that. Dean had one more ride before Cas would walk out of his life again and he wasn’t ready for that.

            So he found himself on the same bench at lunch, but Cas never came.

            He went to his locker after school and found a sticky note tacked to it. “Come to the art lab” was all it said, but even after years apart, Dean recognized Cas’s handwriting, so he made his way to the other side of the school after gathering his things.

            The door was open when he got there, and despite it being a classroom Dean knocked tentatively on the door frame before entering and approaching Cas, who was draped over a table, clearly focused on something. “I thought I’d be done by now, just wait a second.”

            “What are you working on?” Dean asked, coming closer.

            “Don’t look.” There was an edge to Cas’s voice and it startled Dean into stillness, “it’s a surprise,” he said softer. “I just have to spray it and then you can see.”

            He reached over the table for an aerosol can, shook it and sprayed a mist in the general direction of the paper he was working on.

            “There,” Cas said, stepping aside and gesturing Dean forward. When Dean saw what Cas had done, his jaw dropped.

            “I hope you still like Batman,” he said.

            “It’s awesome, Cas,” Dean said, still staring at the charcoal drawing of him sporting Batman’s suit (minus the cowl) with the bat signal behind him.

            “It’s just a little thank you for the rides,” he said, “and maybe it’s a bit of a peace offering too. I miss you, Dean. I miss what we had.”

            Dean sighed and looked away from the drawing to the artist. “I miss it too, Cas, but in case you don’t remember, you’re the one who rejected me.”

            “I still don’t know why I did that,” Cas admitted.

            “Don’t do this to me, Cas,” Dean begged.

            “Why, Dean?” Cas was getting closer, “you did this to me when I was in sixth grade; before I even knew that bisexuality existed. I was already confused about you and I was scared. I couldn’t deal with it so I panicked. I’m sorry.”

            “I’m sorry too,” Dean said, taking a tentative step toward Cas and locking eyes with him. “I’m sorry we haven’t talked about it until now.”

            “Me too,” and before Dean knew what was happening, Cas was pulling him in and pressing his lips against his. The lip ring was different, but Dean quickly decided he liked it. He was pushed by his hips until his back was against the table and then Cas’s tongue was pressing against his lips.

            He let Cas explore his mouth, occasionally getting bold enough to move his tongue against the other man’s. He didn’t realize that he was gripping Cas’s shirt until the kiss was broken and they were panting against each other. “Sorry,” Cas said.

            “I’m just sorry it took us so long.”

            “Dean, we’ve changed,” Cas pointed out. “but it’s okay; I’d like to get to know you again.”

            “That sounds like a good idea,” Dean agreed.

            “So, since my car’s fixed, I’m taking you on a date this weekend.”

            Dean chuckled a little at his boldness, “whatever you say, Cas.”

            Cas placed another small kiss on his lips before leading the way out of the school. This time, the ride was anything but silent and Dean was ecstatic to have this strange man who was once his best friend sitting in his car and talking to him again.

The End

[catiemolly]

Part 1 Part 2

            When Dean got to his car after school, Cas wasn’t there. Despite his threats to leave without him, Dean sat in the Impala for about fifteen minutes before he gave up and drove home. He tried to convince himself that he wasn’t disappointed, that he was just pissed at waiting for Cas when he didn’t show.

            “Dean?” He asked, poking his head in the door.

            “What do you want, Sammy?”

            “Cas is here,” he said. “He won’t come upstairs so will you come down?”

            “Tell Cas he can blow me.”

            “Dean, I’m not going to say that.”

            “Then just send him away. I don’t want to see him.”

            “Okay, Dean,” Sam left the room, closing the door behind him. Dean didn’t hear Cas leave, but a few minutes later he heard a tapping on his window. He tried to ignore it and focus on his math, but the tapping didn’t stop.

            He walked to the window, threw it open and practically ripped the broom from Cas’s hand. “What the hell do you want?” he screamed.

            “I want my broom back,” Cas asked from his bedroom. Dean tried not to think about the tin cans they kept between their windows when they were younger or about the time Cas almost fell trying to climb between them.

            “Not until you tell me why you never showed up after school, and why the hell you wanna talk to me now.”

            “I want to talk to you precisely to explain why I didn’t show this afternoon.”

            “I’m listening,”

            “I was in the art lab and didn’t hear the bell ring. by the time I noticed, it was almost four. I’m sorry.”

            “How did you get home?”

            “My friend Meg was kind enough to go out of her way. She was in detention.”

            “Oh,” Dean’s face fell. He hated that he couldn’t stay mad at Cas. He hated that he wanted to risk falling out the damn window to kiss him. He hated that Cas actually looked good in black. Dean hated a lot of things, but he realized that Cas was not one of them.

            “Can I have my broom back?”

            Dean handed it back silently, his eyes not leaving Cas’s face. “Goodbye, Dean. I’ll see you in the morning.”

            “Yeah, bye, Cas.” They closed their windows and Cas pulled his black curtains closed before Dean went downstairs to wait for dinner.

Part 4

[catiemolly]

            When Dean’s friend Cas started wearing nothing but black, they were already drifting apart. When Dean’s neighbor Cas got his first piercing, they barely talked anymore. And when that weird kid Castiel started skipping class to smoke behind the school, Dean barely noticed.

            One day in their junior year, he walked to his car after school to find a black-clad figure leaning against his baby. “What do you want, Cas?” Dean asked, pushing his glasses up his nose and digging in his pocket for keys.

            “My car won’t start,” Cas said, as if that was the only logical reason he had wound up on the hood of his ex-best friend’s Impala.

            “And?” He cocked an eyebrow as he opened the driver’s side door.

            “I need a ride, you ass.”

            Dean was taken aback by the swearing, but nodded toward the other door. “Get in,” he sighed.

            The ride back to their neighborhood was quiet and uncomfortable; nothing broke the silence but a classic rock station at a low volume.

            When Dean pulled into his driveway and shut off the ignition, Cas turned to him. “Um…I probably won’t have a car for a few days. I’ll need a way to and from school.”

            “Fine,” Dean said “but if you’re late I’m leaving without you.”

            “Fair enough,” Cas smirked as he got out of the car and walked to his own house.

            Dean grabbed his bag from the back seat and wondered if he should read into this situation. This wasn’t his Cas asking him for rides, this was some strange goth kid who had taken Cas’s place, but Dean had a hard time separating the two.

Part 2