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[xofemeraldstars]

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙  @jactingjoices ‘s 1k celebration  *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙       better together: hunter husbands

[emeraldcas]

when cas can't keep everything locked up he writes it down in a notebook he keeps hidden from dean 💔 for @jactingjoices day 3: prompt: "longing". (click for quality). dean version here.

[14x06]

“I thought we could socialize, maybe grab a bite.”

for @jactingjoices’s celebration: longing ➤ I Have To Get Brunch With This Bitch (or: cas in restaurants & diners)

[image IDs and episode numbers under the cut]

1. A gif of episode 5x14. Cas, Sam and Dean are sitting in a restaurant booth and Cas takes Dean’s burger while Sam looks a little confused.

2. A gif of episode 8x22. Cas sits opposite Metatron at an outdoor table looking confused as to why they’re there when a waitress comes over with Metatron’s food. 

3. A gif of episode 10x09. Cas is sitting opposite Claire in a diner as she eats some fries. 

4. A gif of episode 12x01. Cas and Mary are sitting at an outdoor table with two coffee cups, and Dean comes over to sit down with them.

5. A gif of episode 10x09. Cas and Dean are sitting at a diner table, Dean eating fries while Cas rests his chin in his hands contemplatively.

6. A gif of episode 8x21. Cas is sitting in a Biggerson’s, smiling at a waitress as she refills his coffee.

7. A gif of episode 14x14. Cas is sitting in a restaurant booth opposite Jack and Dean while Dean is on the phone with Sam. 

8. A gif of episode 12x10. Sam, Dean and Cas sit crammed next to each other on one side of a booth as Ishim tosses them some money and walks off.

9. A gif of episode 14x15. Cas and Sam sit at the bar in the soda shoppe, with everyone else staring at them after Cas shared some gruesome information. Cas is still looking very earnest while Sam looks around uncomfortably.

10. A gif of episode 14x17. Cas is sitting in a restaurant with a plate of waffles, smiling as Anael sits down across from him.

[smoothoperatorleclerc]

strawberry kisses

Kiss #19 - One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

For @jactingjoices 1k followers celebration, prompt: “I told you so”

50 types of kisses collection. Also posted on ao3.

"Did you know strawberries are considered an aphrodisiac?" Cas asked, materializing next to Dean at the kitchen counter.

Dean swore under his breath, the box of opened strawberries clattering against the steel counter as the fruits rolled out in every direction. "Goddammit Cas. Where the hell did you come from?" Dean said, turning around sharply to face Cas.

Dean could've sworn he was alone in the kitchen just five seconds ago. How had Cas managed to sneak up on him like that?

"Sam said you were in here cooking. I thought I'd offer my assistance."

"By sneaking up on me? Yeah, that's helpful," Dean muttered, head spinning as Cas' mention of the ulterior motive of the fruit he'd been about to use bounced around in his head.

"What are you using the strawberries for?" Cas asked, hand reaching out to pick up the fruit that had rolled all the way to the other end of the counter. And dammit all to Hell, now Dean was extremely aware of Cas' hands; the way those long fingers wrapped around each individual strawberry, collecting them in his open palm one by one before turning back to Dean with his hand outstretched.

Oh, how Dean wanted to knock the strawberries right out of Cas' hand and bring those fingers up to his lips and-

Shit.

Maybe strawberries really were an aphrodisiac.

"Dean?"

"Hmm?" Dean startled, almost dropping the box of fruit for a second time. "Oh I- um, strawberry shortcake. Jack wanted to try one this morning but when I suggested getting one from the store he gave me that sad puppy-dog expression that I think he learned from Sam. So now I gotta try to bake one."

Cas nodded, stepping away from the kitchen counter to start shucking off his trenchcoat. Dean dropped the box of strawberries onto the floor.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked, and oh God, Cas without his trenchcoat was almost sinful. Did the angel know that seeing him without the trenchcoat was almost like seeing Cas naked? Striped bare with his forearms exposed as he rolled up his sleeves.

Screw the strawberries. Dean was pretty sure his knees were about to give out and he was going to end up on the floor, too.

“Helping you make this cake. Isn’t it customary to wear an apron while baking?” Cas asked, motioning to the spare apron Dean had found at a thrift store a couple weeks ago.

Except Dean wasn’t paying attention to the apron. Not when his eyes were glued to Cas’ body.

Cas tilted his head, expression puzzled as he searched Dean’s expression. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked a moment later. “I can leave if you don’t want me to bake with-”

“No! No. Stay, Cas,” Dean said, shaking his head to clear the lingering thoughts as he bent down to pick up the box of strawberries. “You just surprised me, that was all.”

Cas smiled, plucking the strawberries from Dean’s hands and setting them safely on the counter. “I like surprising you.”

There was something so simple about that statement. The way Cas almost leaned into Dean’s space as he said it; earnest and honest.

And it should’ve been a sentimental moment.

If Dean’s head wasn’t still stuck on the first thing Cas had said when he’d appeared in the room.

“The um- what you said earlier. About the strawberries. Is that just when you eat them?” Dean asked, inching closer towards Cas.

Cas cocked his head, blinking a couple times in surprise at the turn of the conversation, but he seemed willing to entertain Dean’s curiosity. “Some people say it’s an aphrodisiac to eat them. Some people say just seeing them in the vicinity of someone you’re attracted to is enough to feel the effects.”

“Yeah, I’d believe that,” Dean muttered, eyes darting down to Cas’ lips and lingering.

“Dean.” There was something about the way Cas said his name. Soft and intrigued; reverent and breathy.

Screw it.

Dean could always blame the strawberries… right?

Leaning in, Dean darted his gaze up to Cas’ eyes, and then back down to the angel’s lips. Cas shuddered, closing the gap until they were millimeters apart; his hand settling on Dean’s hip.

Dean hesitated, lips ghosting against Cas’; giving Cas a chance to pull away. “Cas,” he murmured; quiet, desperate, yearning.

Cas pushed forward, catching Dean’s mouth with his own.

Oh God.

It felt like Heaven. Felt like sheer bliss.

Dean moved his mouth against Cas’, and Cas let out a gasp of pleasure.

Oh yes.

Shifting his hands, Dean tugged at Cas’ suit jacket, pulling Cas closer, closer, closer. Their lips collided and melded together, kisses quickly morphing into something desperate and deep.

Dean licked across Cas’ lower lip, stuttering out a breath when Cas opened his mouth for him. And then their tongues were darting against each other; teasing hot brushes that had Dean feeling dizzy with desire.

And then Cas was pulling away, breaking the kiss with a shaky breath, and Dean felt like the world was spinning. But Cas’ hands tightened on Dean’s waist, moving to press firmly against his lower back. “Dean. Do you want to do this?” Cas asked.

Dear God.

Cas’ voice sounded even deeper than normal. As if just by kissing the angel had wrecked his vocal cords.

How could Cas even be asking a question like that? Had Dean not made it clear enough in the way he’d kissed Cas?

Oh, now that just wouldn’t do.

Forgoing words, Dean wrapped a hand around Cas’ tie and yanked him back in, chasing Cas’ mouth into a kiss even more passionate than the last one. Deep and slow, he slipped his tongue into Cas’ mouth and kissed him with every last ounce of yearning he felt. Everything felt slow and hazy, kisses merging from one to the next; pressed against the cool metal counter as Dean slowly memorized the feel of Cas’ mouth tangled with his own.

“Was that answer enough for you?” Dean asked against Cas’ lips, refusing to break the kiss as he kept their lips brushing against each other.

Cas hummed, stealing a couple quick chaste kisses before lingering on the next kiss. “I told you so. Strawberries are an aphrodisiac.”

“Shut up and kiss me again,” Dean said, tugging Cas against him until they were kissing again, laughing against each other’s mouths.

Talking of strawberries though, maybe Dean should sneak one of those into the kisses? Would Cas’ mouth taste even sweeter if they passed a strawberry back and forth between their lips?

Maybe strawberries really were an aphrodisiac. Or maybe it was the image of the strawberries in Cas’ hands. Oh yes. Dean’s own personal aphrodisiac.

[hellfirecas]

deep mists of longing blur the land by christopher john brennan

for @jactingjoices’s 1k celebration -> longing | [caption in alt text]

[saileen-away]

follower celebration day two prompt: “family/holidays” ↳ AU where they celebrate Christmas like a big family in the bunker

For @jactingjoices! ♡ Congratulations on your 1k followers!

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

for the last day of @jactingjoices followers celebration: longing

If you search “grief” online, one of the first results is an article from the National Institutes of Health about “bereavement in adult life.” Dean knows this because Sam did the searching and printed out the article, which includes these words in the introduction: 

“After a major loss, such as the death of a spouse or child, up to a third of the people most directly affected will suffer detrimental effects on their physical or mental health, or both. About a quarter of widows and widowers will experience clinical depression and anxiety during the first year of bereavement.”

When Dean read that, he crumpled up the article and threw it in the trash. And wondered why Sam hadn’t just emailed it to him.

Although deleting an email wouldn’t have been nearly as satisfying. 

Dean doesn’t need Dr. Colin Parkes, author of the article, or any other psychiatrist or doctor or whatever to tell him about what grief feels like. He knows. He’s living in it, in a day-by-day sort of sense. His mental health? Definitely being affected. 

No academic article can explain his grief and his longing properly. The writers speak in broad, general terms, trying to paint a picture of a grieving population. For starters, Dean’s not exactly a widower. 

(Eileen says that if he feels like one, though, that counts.) 

What the researchers do get right is that grief isn’t a one-time, one-size-fits-all type of deal. Sometimes it’s like in the movies, crying on the floor, drinking too much, stuck in bed, living in a haze, but other times?

Other times it’s this. 

This is stuck in line at the grocery store. Dean’s got a cart full of groceries, the stuff to make spaghetti and burgers and scrambled eggs and maybe salad because it’s actually not that bad and enough beer for a campground, and then he glances up from scrolling through the news on his phone to see a couple in front of him holding hands.

They look young, and nothing like Dean or Cas or Dean and Cas, but it still hits him like a knife to the ribs (and Dean would know what that feels like). They’re happy, chatting about something, cart full of popcorn and chips and boxes of mac-n-cheese and alcoholic seltzers, and Dean is here and unhappy and wondering how many salads you have to make for your family until it fills the void, especially when an important chunk of your family, the part that you could hold hands with at the grocery store, is in the void.

Dean makes it through check-out and gets the groceries in the Impala’s warded trunk and then he slumps over in the driver’s seat. If he squints, like Cas was wont to do, he can imagine that Cas is outside, walking to the car after putting the cart away in the return. Cas will get in the passenger’s side and they’ll drive home with the radio on low and Dean will cajole Cas into helping him make burgers. He will, they will, they will.

Except they won’t.

Dean drives home alone, and makes dinner alone, and coaches Jack on how to properly wash silverware alone, and falls asleep alone, and he tells no one about the gaping emptiness, and that’s that.

(In his dreams, they are holding hands.)

[supernatural-jaeger]

For @jactingjoices follower celebration💫

Day 3: longing. Cas longs. Longs for the wings he no longer has. Longs for the freedom up among the birds. Big sacrifices for the human(s) he love💙

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