I may have missed the tequila prompt window, but if not: rainy summer day Dean and Cas.
(Also, your poems are fantastic and I hope you continue to share. Even if they aren’t SPN-related, I doubt I’m alone in wanting to read more.)
Castiel's wings sparkle in the rain.
Dean stares at them, mouth agape with wonder. For a brief second, he completely forgets that the surprise summer shower has ruined the hours of hard work he spent preparing the picnic that's now a sopping wet mess on the ground.
Dean was going to do it as a celebration of the six month anniversary of Cas' return from the Empty, but the immediate memory of that night changed his mind, quick.
Cas' bedraggled form showing up on the bunker doorstep, Dean greeting him with equally bloodshot eyes, bleary from hours spent emptying bottles of liquor and shooting errant bullets at the walls.
Cas hadn't managed a word, collapsing into his arms like a frail, wet autumn leaf. Dean carried him to his bed unceremoniously, more akin to a bag of sand than a bride over the threshold.
The night itself was spent sleepless. Cas pressed into Dean's neck, his dry sobs echoing in his ears. He'd held back his own waves of grief to comfort him, stroking the angel's hair.
When he grazed a hand over his back, Cas winced, a tremor running through his body.
"I'm okay. They'll grow back," he whispered. The sound of it was so broken it immediately plummeted Dean's heart into the pit of his stomach.
"Sweetheart..." was the only word Dean could manage after Cas, in a series of shuddering breaths, explained the extent of the damage to his celestial wings. A scar left behind by the Shadow as penance for Cas' escape.
Dean's fists twitch menacingly just thinking about it.
So, no. Dean's not really dying to remember that.
And that's why they head to the park on a random Thursday and Dean absolutely forgets to check the fucking weather forecast beforehand.
He spares a moment of mourning for the soggy slices of cherry cheesecake, having foregone his beloved pie for what he knows to be Cas' favorite, despite Cas always letting Dean pick the dessert.
He watches a bird feast on the wet hunks of bread, doused by the streams of rain pouring from the sky, their glittering strands like glowing streamers in the sunlight.
At least someone gets to enjoy it, Dean sighs despondently before turning to Cas.
And seeing them.
They're still not back to full capacity, little tufts of regrowth sprouting along the joints, the lines of the feathers uneven and ragged. But the raindrops dancing across their surface reflect the sun in myriads of dazzling lights, tiny rainbow prisms filling in the gaps the Empty left in its campaign of destruction and ruin.
Cas' face is turned up to the sunlight, eyes closed against the water streaming down his cheeks.
Wetness clings to his lashes when he turns his gaze on Dean.
Cas smiles, tentatively.
It's the first smile Dean's seen in weeks that's not tinged by sadness or fear.
Embarrassingly, this leads to Dean bursting into tears like a damn thirteen year old girl.
Cas is at his side immediately, arms holding him tight. Dean tries to steady the breaths ricocheting through his ribs, his stubble catching on the wet cotton strings of Cas' soaked gray t-shirt.
"Fucking stupid," he mumbles into the indentation of Cas' clavicle, shame flowing out along with the warmth of his breath.
"Nothing about you is stupid," Cas says quietly.
Suddenly, there's something surrounding Dean's body, a small bit of shelter from the rain.
Oh.
Dean strokes a feather gently with a finger, fist of his other hand knuckling at his eyes.
"Why can I see them?" he says, and dammit his voice is hoarse from the crying.
Cas gently tugs them both down to the ground, managing to arrange Dean face to face on his lap easily, like he's some sort of rag doll.
"I don't know," he remarks. "Maybe they want you to. It appears they have a mind of their own."
Dean blinks up at him. "Huh. Castiel, Angel of the Lord and his Wayward Wings." he cracks, the lump in his throat slowly dissolving. "Sounds like a weird graphic novel."
Cas rubs his back a little, like he knows Dean's trying to joke himself past the tears.
'I'm sorry it took so long," he says. Dean jerks his head up quizzically.
"To get home to you," Cas clarifies. His chin dips.
Dean shakes his head tightly. "Should've gotten to you first," he mumbles, the pricks back in his eyes again, sonofabitch.
Cas bumps his forehead to Dean's.
"Shhh," he whispers.
The rain stops, and Dean can see the clear blue of the sky through the spaces in Cas' wings.
Cas follows his gaze. "They'll heal," he murmurs.
Dean thinks the words he wants to say - "So will we."
He pulls Cas close instead, letting his lips do the talking.
The wings glisten around him, bits of light winking across the feathers like they understand.
I thought about just saying softness, but it's about the moments themselves that you capture so well.
Oh. God. This is. This is the cutest thing. I'm gonna sob. Oh my god I'm just so so happy. The Patron Saint of Gentle Moments?? God. I'm literally speechless. To know you think I convey these moments so well that I am worthy of this title? Wow. My heart is gonna explode with happiness! My life is complete!
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BRI MY BELOVED 🌻💖✨
I've had a really weird day and this made it a bit better. Last night I babysat my 18mo. old nephew until midnight so I'm exhausted, had a little irl friend drama, and came out to my cousin - who first family member I've told. Anyways thank you dearie!
the list has this emoji: 🤩 epic texting content. the good place! cactus! $64k for the Trevor project. omg INCREDIBLE NEWS!!!!! you're doing great, I personally just sent him this so like, as always. things could be much worse -
also, destie your Dad (70 straight man) is my new heller king. GOOD. FOR. HIM. same hat.
If you could create your own meta episode of Supernatural, what would you include in it?
*refills drink* *cracks knuckles*
I would put every single character on spn on the reality tv show Survivor and then do an entire season of it.
For those who haven't seen the show: basic premise
A bunch of strangers are divided in 2 (sometimes 3) tribes, and 'castaway' on an island. Limited food (rice/beans, you can win fishing gear and other items in challenges) and they have to build their shelter and form a society. They then compete against the other team in challenges. Losing team has to vote a member out. Once it's down to a certain number, the teams merge and it's every man for himself. Top 2 (sometimes 3) will then have a chance to plead their case for the grand prize - a million bucks - the TWIST being that once the tribes merge, any player voted out is a member of the jury - so, the people you pissed off are the ones you have to convince that you should be the one who wins.
There's also little twists like a "hidden immunity idol" that keeps you safe during a vote (you must play it before the vote is cast generally, there are exceptions) and an "immunity necklace" you can win during individual challenges that also keeps you safe. Usually alliances form within the teams as well as the show progresses. Then they get blown up. It's dramatic. It's fun. Jeff Probst is an Emmy-winning host. There're some flaws and there's also been controversy with the show, but overall I have enjoyed it Anyway. The SPN characters on it? A fucking riot.
The beauty of this is that it would call everyone out in an absolutely amazing way, because the show itself brings out the most bare and basic tendencies so it's just basically character analysis (which is what a good meta episode should do). Yes Jeff Probst would still host, yes Dean would absolutely stare at him and lick his lips like he does at Dr. Sexy.
Dean and Cas would be on opposite tribes but scheming how to save each other the entire time by manipulating everyone on their tribe because at the "end of the day it was about saving one man" etc. (this actually happened with irl people who are now married in a season of Survivor, Boston Rob and Amber -- yes I know I am total trash I follow them on instagram too their kids are very cute).
Benny would be on Dean's team, and it's weird bc its kind of like purgatory but its not but Dean keeps forgetting about that.
Benny: DEAN what are you doing, I thought "going to shit in the woods" meant you were trying to search for the immunity idol
Dean: No, I really wanted to go shit in the woods. Here can you shave my face with this machete.
The challenges are very specific, some being strength but others also mental such as trivia (the lore, script directions, deleted scenes, the possibilities are endless). There's an auction where you can win food but also strategic advantages in the game (hangry Dean would give it all up for the first cheeseburger on the table, calling it now. Cas would win the advantage - angels don't need to eat).
There's also a family day where family members come to visit and I can just envision John walking in and Cas racing out to punch him in the face before he even tries to give Dean a hug.
Plus its always in a tropical climate so like. Everyone is in underwear 90% of the time. A true Media Experience.
**I actually have texted Misha that I think he'd be great on this show irl
***Not because of the everyone is in underwear thing
****okay, maybe a little because of that.
(sorry to bombard you with another very specific hyperfixation of mine, Survivor aficionados where are you at!)
“I think if I weren’t so afraid of the word - the act of it - I might be…” Cas pauses, thoughtful, before continuing to sign, hands circling up toward his chest and down and away, “…happy.” He rubs a hand against the back of his neck unconsciously at the admission.
Eileen stares off past him, her eyes going unfocused and her gaze distant for a moment after he finishes. She shakes her head to clear it, looks back at him with a grim smile, and with shaking hands, signs, “I still dream about the hellhounds coming. To drag me back.” She pauses, and he blinks back against the vision of black ooze that threatens to rise in his mind. She nods, knowingly, and continues, “Sometimes that feels more real than what I feel while I’m awake. But I just keep telling myself that here is real. Now is real. And we get a second chance. To be happy,” she finishes, her hands moving back upward emphatically before coming to rest.
OH WITH EVERY ITALIC I CAN MUSTER
You know I love Eileen, and I love them bonding over this. I LOVE IT <3
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I WAS GOING TO WRITE AND NOW I AM JUST SCREAMING Дестиель КАНОН!!!!!! on every stan social media and in text messages to Dmitri Krushnic who IS responsible and can NOT understand a word I'm saying to him LITERALLY WATCHING THAT WAS AN OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE
