I like both destiel and wincest, from a character perspective these are such deep, profound and complicated relationships. I love them both, how do you feel about it? How do you feel about Castiel?
Well, anon, I guess I agree on one and... only partially agree on the other, haha. Fandom has certainly tried to prove that it's true, though.
I find Castiel to be a deeply sad character, on both an in- and out-of-universe level. Out of universe, he'd clearly served his purpose by the end of s5 (and if not then, CERTAINLY by the end of s6), but external factors forced them to keep him in the show, with increasingly ludicrous justifications. Plus, giving him more B-plots let Jared and Jensen take the kids to soccer practice or whatever, so he was kind of 'babysitting' the show when he got an improbable plotline to suffer through.
In-universe, though, taken as a whole, it's a pretty miserable story. All those millennia and it turned out he was a toy in the hands of a petty, shithead god; constantly brainwiped, used as a weapon, betrayed by faith, etc. It's canon that he fell in love (as much as an angel can fall in love) with Dean, and that's even sadder. Dean barely seems to like him half the time, but Cas is clearly wired for devotion, the poor sucker, and he glommed onto the Righteous Man and never really let go. Tries to help and fucks up everything by trying, and then sad-sackily apologizes, and then fucks up again, and all he's trying to do is save the world but really he's trying to keep Dean (and Sam, as the obvious +1 to Dean's whole existence) safe.
But also, Cas isn't an idiot. He clearly understands that Sam is #1. He's a little overly rose-colored glasses with Dean, but he knows that whenever there is a choice Dean will always make the same one. The Sam/Dean of it all is foreordained and even when they're trying to 'break up' those couple of times, Cas miserably comes in and is like 'you guys can't do that, you're soulmates and whatnot,' and of course the Winchesters' relationship gets repaired because it's literally foundational. The Dean that Cas loves is made up of at least 50% loving Sam, if not more, and he's literally not recognizable without that. (And he's right; I've tried to read destiel fics. Dean generally isn't in them.)
So -- I guess they're both "profound" relationships, but one of them is really genuinely profound, and one of them is half-a-loaf. Dean doesn't reciprocate, or certainly not in the same way, or not enough, and Cas knows per canon that he could literally never ask him to. It wouldn't be fair to anyone. Pining!Cas is faaaaantastic, but that's all he's ever gonna get. Real lovely tragedy, if you're willing to take it as such. And that last scene in 15.18 really is a doozy, if you take it as I believe canon intends you to. Dean's expression is so perfect -- this mix of no, and also something like -- he knew this, but he didn't want to hear it, and not now, and if he'd never said it out loud they could both ignore it -- but of course this is the last second, and it has to be said. Very few lines in the whole 326 episodes were more poignant or lovelier than: Happiness isn't in the having, it's in just being. It's in just saying it. At least he got that.
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I. They are soulmates. Or are they?
By Any Other Name by everandanon [T, 6,800 word count] #college au, #pining!dean, #pining!cas
Dean's never shown the name on his wrist to anyone, insisting he wants nothing to do with his soulmate - but when Sam gets a glimpse and tracks down the man who is, Cas must accept, once and for all, that he and Dean simply aren't meant to be.
Meet Cute by GatesKeeper [M, 10,500 word count] #long distance, #friends to lovers
In a world where the first words your soulmate will say to you get inscribed on your wrist at 16, knowing if you've met "the one" should be easy. But when is Dean Winchester's life ever that? Because the thing is, it's the first words they say to you face-to-face that count--not over text message or video chat or any of the ways he's been communicating with Cas since they met online. The night before they are supposed to see each other in-person for the first time, his mind won't shut off--too busy retracing the four words on his skin over and over again that read, "What you got there?" It didn’t sound like something Cas would say—nor did the child-like scrawl it was written in look like he imagined Cas’s handwriting. But how could it possibly be anybody else?
Not the Fire but the Spark by goldenraeofsun [NC-17, 30,320 word count] #bonded, #tattoo, #pining!dean, #pining!cas, #jimmy, #claire, #artist!dean, #!samother (saileen)
Dean refused to look up his soulmate. His parents ran into each other by chance. Karen stopped by Bobby’s garage after her car unexpectedly broke down. Sam got seated next to Eileen on a plane, and he spent two hours miming conversation before she admitted she read lips. Was it stupid for Dean to hold out for a story like that? Probably. But he doesn’t regret his decision - not until Castiel Novak wanders into his tattoo parlor, asking about a cover up for his soulmark.
(You Make Me Feel) Like I Am Whole Again by FriendofCarlotta [NC-17, 5,800 word count] past #!deanother, past #megstiel,
Dean's relationship with his soulmate was a complete failure. Going to group therapy was supposed to help him move on, but Dean hates every minute of it - until a blue-eyed, gravel-voiced newcomer joins the sessions. As Dean learns more about Cas and his own soulmate troubles, he realizes it just might be worth giving love another chance.
II. Blind Dates are hard.
Biological Imperatives (Or Not) by tiamatv [NC-17, 29,000 word count] #abo, #charlie, #matchmaking, #teacher!cas
If Charlie’s going to bribe, threaten, cajole, or otherwise guilt Dean into one date with this beta friend of hers, well, fine. He'll give the guy just one date, that's the deal. Then Dean can walk away and go back to being the badass beta he is: geeking a little, baking a lot, and not dating the Awkward Professor. He just wishes everyone else’s goddamned presentation hormones would stop interrupting.
Dean Winchester and the Patron Saint of Blind Dates by goldenraeofsun [T, 18,000 word count] #bartender!cas, #matchmaking, #charlie, #!samruby, #pining!dean, #pining!cas
Dean Winchester's friends are a bunch of traitors. So he had a bad breakup two years ago and hasn't gotten back on the horse. Their intervention - a series of blind dates - can't be the solution. But if this'll get his friends to stop, Dean can choke down over-priced spaghetti, make forced conversation, and drink whatever random cocktail the blue-eyed weirdo bartender makes for him next. At least Cas has his back. One nod from Dean, and he'll swoop down from behind the bar and make excuses for Dean to bail. It would be a perfect system - except Dean can't stop trading knowing looks with Cas and focus on his damn dates instead.
III. Meet Cute stories with a twist
Profound meetings series by duckyboos [T/M, 16,200 word count, 13 stand alone oneshots so far]
No matter the universe, these two idiots always find each other.
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Although the human eye could no longer see the imprint, it was still there. It would always be there. An indistinct branding; a nebulated signature; intangible yet completely indisputable.
The handprint.
Castiel could and would always see it.
Sometimes, though, his impregnated traces of grace ensconced within Dean’s soul shone brighter than usual.
Of course, in the sickening times just before all their future chances were about to be ripped cruelly away from them, all those times they stared Death in the face (sometimes literally), the ethereal manifestation would flare brightly, in desperation and abject fear.
But it happened to shine brightest in those quiet moments, where either one of them would share something private, something which no other being—bar God himself—could possibly know. In those intimate moments, Castiel’s claim blazed within Dean like the very brightest of all quasars, the one which resided in a place humans called ‘The Constellation of Virgo’.
In those most precious but fleeting flashes of time and space, those few seconds spent exchanging frequently poignant and occasionally tender truths with Dean, Castiel experienced love in a way which he knew he was not designed to. And his grace would extend itself and stretch, reaching out to its severed part, yearning like a god in pain to be reunited.
Those were the times Castiel found hardest not to just let it have its own, damned way.
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Here’s a bit of silly holiday pining that I wrote as a holiday gift to you all! I really hope you enjoy it <3
Big thanks to @saltnhalo and @idjitsaviors for the beta work
Title: Mermen and Mistletoe
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: Teen
Word count: 6490
When Cas draws his long-term crush's name for the office gift exchange, he is determined to find the perfect gift. Unfortunately his co-worker Meg has an unconventional suggestion.
An Exercise In ‘Worthless’ - beastofthesky (extras)
Word Count: ~26,000
Rating: R
Summary: "I mean, you’re–” He gestures at Cas, in his neat oxford shirt and nice pants. “–and I’m a high school dropout who tattoos for a living.”
Wherein Dean makes a hefty living as a tattoo artist who owns the space next to Gabriel's cafe. Sam attends the local university. When Gabe's cousin comes to live with him while starting grad school at Sam's university, Dean thinks for sure that all his negative karma's coming to bite him in the ass because Cas clearly has a thing for Sam. No one would ever choose him over Sam. That's just logic.
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Dean and Castiel each wonder about the nature of their relationship and why the other will not understand what they are trying to communicate.
Dean had put in so much effort to make Cas understand.
It had taken him some time to realize it, but eventually he had begun to understand that when it came to Castiel, his usual methods of showing affection wouldn't cut it. Hell, it had taken him long enough to grasp the fact that affection was something that Cas craved at all.
In the early days, it had felt disrespectful to the point of blasphemy to presume that the angel might see anything more in him than a valued ally in a losing battle.
He had been keenly aware back then that Cas was a vast whirling hurricane of light and sound somehow contained in a body of flesh and blood. His presence had made the air crack with electricity and Dean had felt the urge to move into his orbit and run away at the same time.
Of course, he had had no qualms to insult Cas to his face. In fact, it had come naturally. He wasn't afraid of death by angel smiting now, and he hadn't been afraid of death by angel smiting then.
No, what had made Dean quiver in his shoes was the passion in the angel's voice as he had slammed him into a wall.
“I gave everything for you! And this is what you give to me?”
It hadn't made sense to him. Why would a creature such as Cas - ancient, unknowable - be swayed by his opinion?
It had been easier to figure out why Cas had stuck with him. After all, the angel was right. When he had rebelled against his brethren, he had lost everything. Alone, hunted and finding himself on the losing side of a war for the fate of the world, it only made sense for him to turn to the only people who would fight alongside him.
Yet, the apocalypse had come and passed, the earth was still spinning and Dean had been left alone, all his fears confirmed. Cas had left him as soon as their mission was completed. It had been easy to bury his broken heart and humiliation under the mountain that had been his grief for Sam.
Dean had never been the praying type, but to Cas he had prayed. Quietly and only when he was alone, during his time with Lisa, flippantly when Sam had been with him, desperately when he had hacked and sliced his way through Purgatory to find the angel and quietly, tenderly when Sam had chosen to sacrifice himself again and all Dean wanted was the only one who could bear the burden with him.
For my dear Lexi, @caslikescoffeeandfreckles, who wanted a jealous!cas in a college setting and an accidental love proclamation.
destiel, 3k, jealous!cas, light dean/lisa, pining and angst with a happy resolution
Castiel is about to fit his key into his apartment door when he hears the voices: Dean’s gruff baritone mixed with a lilting melodic voice.
Lisa’s voice.
Castiel rests his forehead against the door, shopping bags in his hands lightly hitting the pale wood. He squeezes his eyes shut and wills himself not to be upset that it’s the sixth day of the week that Lisa has been at their apartment.
He tries not to be bothered that for the last month Dean has been utterly obsessed with this girl: from late night phone calls to taking her to romantic dinners softened by candlelight.
Cas tries to ignore the fact that he’s inexplicably jealous of Lisa.
Taking a shaky breath, he opens the squeaky door and fumbles into their foyer with his grocery bags.
“Heya Cas!” Dean calls over Lisa’s trailing laughter. “Did ya remember the yogurt?”
Castiel frowns at the floor as he toes his shoes off. “Yes, but… you never eat yogurt.”
When Castiel looks up, Dean is in front of him, cheeks flushed with joy and eyes sparkling. “No, but Lisa does.” He takes the bags from Cas, their hands brushing, and disappears into the kitchen.
Lisa is sitting under their orange afghan on the couch, dark hair pinned in a messy bun, white teeth bared in a smile.
“Hello, Castiel,” she says sunnily.
“Hello, Lisa.” Castiel feels like something fuzzy is caught in his throat. “You have a craving for yogurt?”
“Oh!” Lisa clicks her fingers. “Yeah, I eat yogurt for breakfast.”
As Castiel stands there idiotically trying to process that sentence, Dean pipes up from the kitchen, “Oh yeah I was gonna ask you, Cas, is it okay that Lisa stays over tonight? You got no big parties planned here, right?”
“Oh. Yes, right,” Castiel croaks. His brain isn’t processing information fast enough for this conversation. He mumbles, “I need to prepare for my lecture tomorrow,” and makes a beeline for his room.
He stands there behind his closed door, leather bag draped precariously on his shoulder, staring at the faded grey carpet.
Castiel is not in love with Dean Winchester.
Sure, he loves things about Dean. He loves the way that Dean scrunches his nose when he laughs. The way he swings that cute butt back and forth when he scrambles eggs in the morning and whistles old 80’s pop tunes. Castiel even grudgingly loves the way that Dean doesn’t fold all his laundry at once and leaves various pairs of pants and underwear flung over the living room for days.
But he doesn’t love him.
For one, Dean Winchester is most definitely straight, if the string of girls that have paraded through their apartment over the years is anything to go by.
And not to mention, Castiel is far too busy in his tenure year as a linguistics associate professor to think about these things.
Such as, the way Lisa kisses Dean lightly behind his neck when he does his little breakfast dances in the kitchen, or the way Lisa cleans up Dean’s laundry before Castiel has a chance to get irritated with it.
Castiel throws his bag on the ground. Slamming his laptop onto his desk, he determinedly begins his lecture notes.
“Hey, Cas.”
Castiel sleepily raises his head from his desk and wipes a strand of drool from his mouth. “Huh?”
He hears Dean chuckle softly beside him. “You fell asleep, dummy.” He feels Dean’s strong hands on his shoulders, guiding him to the bed. “I was worried when you didn’t emerge to eat your rabbit food for dinner.”
“It’s a kale salad,” Castiel murmurs into his pillow. He can feel his glasses pushed errantly to the side of his cheek, but he doesn’t care.
“Rabbit food,” Dean emphasizes. Castiel can feel Dean’s careful fingers pick his glasses off his cheek and set them on the bedside table. He can feel the weight of the mattress sag with Dean’s weight as he sits on the edge.
“Hey, Cas?”
Cas grunts into the pillow in reply.
“I just… I’m wondering what do you think of Lisa?”
Castiel’s brain snaps awake and his chest feels constricted. “Fine,” he murmurs into the pillow.
“’cause, I haven’t brought someone home like this in a while, you know? Well, possibly ever. And she’s nice, you know? She’s cute and the kind of girl you bring home to your parents. And I just… want to know what you think.”
Castiel sits up, realizing he won’t get any sleep just yet. He rubs a drowsy eye with his fist. “If you like her, Dean, then my opinion doesn’t matter in this situation.”
“But it does!” Dean’s face is imploring, and he’s leaning forward, so close in Castiel’s space. “You’re my best friend, Cas. I want to know what you think.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Castiel insists, shrinking away from Dean.
“Just—tell me, man.”
“She’s nice.”
“Nice?”
“And clean.”
Dean throws his arms in the air. “Jesus, Cas. Gimme anything, seriously. Anything to tell me I’m doing the right thing.”
Lowering his hand, Castiel stares right into Dean’s earnest eyes. “You really want to know?”
Dean nods.
“She cares about you. When you’re not looking, she gives you these glancing smiles, like people do when they like someone. And they’re genuine. She picks up your messes, which is always a good thing because you’re sort of a slob.” Dodging Dean’s swatting hand, he continues, “And she’s pretty. Beautiful, even. The kind of…” He clears his throat, feeling that fuzzy sensation in his throat again. “The kind of girl you bring home to your parents. Like you said.”
“Oh.” Dean’s forehead crinkles into a frown. “So, no arguments against me dating her?”
Castiel’s inner voice screams, yes. A thousand arguments. Don’t date her, don’t look at her, look at me. See me. “None whatsoever,” he dutifully says.
“Oh. Good.” Dean pauses, then smacks his legs with his palms. “Well, better get back to it. You don’t mind if we watch a movie in the living room, do you?”
Castiel settles back onto his pillow, a hand over his eyes. “I’ll bang the wall if it gets too loud.” He points a finger in Dean’s direction. “And don’t make a dirty joke out of that.”
Castiel hears Dean chuckle as he quietly clicks the door open. “Good night, Cas,” he whispers.
It’s on a Tuesday, six weeks into Dean and Lisa’s relationship, that Castiel decides to get ridiculously drunk.
The day starts out manageable enough. Dean forgets his lunch (as he usually does), and Castiel decides to bring it by Dean’s classroom (as he usually does).
The elementary school Dean works at is the stark contrast of Castiel’s university: cheerful, bright, and full of laughing little humans tripping through the halls. Castiel smiles at the cut-out music notes on Dean’s classroom’s door. He remembers helping Dean decorate his classroom in the summer; putting those music notes up and grumbling at the glue getting in his hair. But, secretly, Castiel loved every moment of decorating Dean’s kindergarten music classroom with ridiculous cut-outs and instruments.
Dean is at his desk, head bent over piles of colorful papers. Castiel ignores the twist of his heart when Dean raises his head and gives him a beaming smile. “Did I forget my lunch again?”
Castiel throws the lunchbox on Dean’s desk and quips, “Per usual.”
A grin pulls at Dean’s lips. “You take such good care of me, Cas.”
After a few painful beats of Castiel’s fluttering heart, he clears his throat. “Uh. Yeah well. You won’t take care of yourself, so… I’m happy to help.”
Tearing open the tin foil on his sandwich, Dean frowns at Castiel. “You okay, Cas? You’re acting weird.”
“I feel the same as usual.”
“All right, if you say so.”
Castiel chews at his lip, frowning at Dean’s nimble hands opening the green top of a Tupperware of grapes. Castiel gets caught looking at Dean’s hands a lot: when Dean’s typing on his laptop, when he’s fixing something around the apartment, when he’s playing guitar for his kindergarteners.
Castiel resolutely never looks at Dean’s hands whenever they are stroking through Lisa’s hair. Or when they’re massaging her shoulders while they watch TV in the living room. When Dean lightly touches her shoulder as he walks past her.
“Lisa comes over too much,” Castiel blurts out into the silence.
“Huh?” Dean asks around a mouthful of grapes.
“She’s always there. And I can’t do my lecture notes in the living room anymore.”
“Uh, you can, it’s not like you can’t be there when we’re— “
“And the bathroom always smells like her perfume. It’s disgusting.”
“Cas, what— “
Castiel feels his mouth running on, even though his brain is screaming at it to stop. “And what the hell is wrong with her place? Why don’t you ever go there? Why does she have to be in our space, eating our food, and I have to buy fucking yoghurt for her— “
“Because you never said anything!” Dean yells back, rising from his chair. “Where is this coming from? And why are you choosing to scream at me about it at my workplace?”
“Just forget it!” Castiel hears himself yell like a petulant child. “And if you are going to suck face with her all night for seventh night this week, do it in someone else’s living room!”
Castiel is turning to leave when he feels Dean’s firm—wonderful—hand clasp onto his arm. Castiel looks back at Dean’s troubled face.
“Cas, tell me what’s going on, please.”
“I wish you would have told me we’re getting a third roommate,” Castiel says, venom in his voice. “She’ll have to pay rent, you know. And buy her own damn groceries every once in awhile— “
“Cas!” Dean shakes his arm. “Why are you being such an asshole?”
He can feel the words rise in his throat, but he has no way of stopping them as he blurts, ”Because that’s what people do when they’re in love! They act like assholes!”
Dean drops Castiel’s arm. He looks like Castiel just dropped an anvil on his head. Castiel would laugh at the expression if the situation wasn’t so horrifying.
“Cas, what are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” Castiel takes a shuddering breath, “I’m saying I’m an idiot and I’m moving out by the end of the week, Dean. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t… keep pretending. I thought I could, but I can’t.”
“Pretending that you— “
“I can’t keep giving you ways to break my heart.” Castiel keeps his eyes trained on his shoes; he can’t bear to look at Dean while he’s confessing this. “You don’t do it intentionally, but every woman that walks through our door… my heart breaks more. And now that Lisa is a serious relationship—I just can’t do it anymore.”
He turns to walk quickly out of the room. This time Dean lets him leave.
When Castiel gets to his car, his throat is already choked with unshed tears. He has no idea what the fuck just happened. All he knows is that he is overwhelmed and sad and wants to hide in his room the rest of his life.
Two phonology lectures, one stop to the liquor store, and half a bottle of tequila later, Castiel is blasted drunk well before dinnertime.
Dean kept calling him all afternoon; he’s taken to making a drinking game out of it and takes a shot of tequila every time Dean’s devastatingly gorgeous face appears on his phone screen.
When Dean comes home, he knocks on Castiel’s door. Softly says his name through the door. Asks if they can’t just talk about this.
Castiel buries his head under his pillow and drunkenly slurs for Dean to fuck off.
The entire week is hell. Castiel practically breaks his brain with all the ways he avoids Dean during the time he has to be out of his room. He is late to his lectures so that he can wait for Dean to leave in the morning; he eats all his meals in his room and spends limited time in the kitchen preparing it; he blocks all of Dean’s calls. He notices Dean coming home later and later each night–probably spending most of his time at Lisa’s.
Castiel sometimes hears him when he comes home, lingering in the hallway at Castiel’s door, quietly imploring Cas to come out so that they can talk.
But Castiel knows that there’s no talking necessary; he knows what the conversation will be. He doesn’t need to be told by Dean that he is as straight as a pole and wants nothing to do with Castiel’s romantic feelings. He doesn’t need to be explained to that his outburst crossed so many lines in their friendship and was completely uncalled for.
Castiel doesn’t need the conversation to know that he has broken their friendship forever.
Before he leaves for his Friday morning lecture, he packs most of his clothes into a suitcase and leaves it by the front door. He’s already made plans to stay with Balthazar over the weekend while movers take the rest of his things.
The lecture is in his least favorite area of linguistics: semantics. He fumbles through his notes, not entirely confident in what he’s saying, and can only think about the suitcase by the door that Dean will probably trip over when he gets home.
He can only think about the fact that he and Dean will probably never speak again.
Castiel is writing the definition of Montague grammar on the squeaky white board when there’s a loud crash in the back of the room.
“Cas!”
Castiel looks over his shoulder. Everyone in the classroom has turned their heads to gape at the man who has a wild expression on his face, chest heaving.
“Dean,” is all Castiel can choke out.
“Cas, you—” Dean bends over, hands clutching his knees, panting heavily. “Now… will you fucking…. talk to me?”
“Is this part of the lecture?” someone asks from the back of the classroom.
“Dean…” Castiel, over the initial shock, feels anger simmering in his gut. “We’re not having this conversation here.”
“Well, Cas, I would have loved to have the conversation somewhere a little more practical, but you have been ignoring me all fucking week!”
Castiel can’t be publicly humiliated in front of his classroom. He can’t be publicly rejected. “Dean, please, we can talk about this when I’m home.”
“You’re not coming home! Your shit is packed up and you’re leaving!” Dean steps forward, hands out imploringly. “You need to just listen to me, for once.”
“Oh my god.” Castiel pinches the bridge of his nose with an explosive sigh. “You’re completely disrupting class that students have paid good money to sit in.”
“We don’t mind!” a girl in the front row says.
“My money can go toward this,” someone says a couple rows back. The rest of the class murmurs their assent.
Castiel glares at them. Then at Dean. “This is inappropriate.”
“Well, you had an outburst in my classroom, so I’m gonna have one in yours!” Dean stands straighter, and says, “I broke up with Lisa.”
“Why in the hell— “
“I broke up with Lisa, so now you have to come home and you can’t leave.”
“Dean, for God’s sake I don’t want you to do that, I’m not saying you stay single the whole time we live together— “
“I don’t want to be single, that’s not the point—”
“Then what?”
“I love you, you goddamn idiot!”
It’s so silent that everyone can hear Castiel’s whiteboard marker drop to the ground in surprise. He is incapable of doing anything but stare at Dean—his beautiful, stupid, confusing Dean—with his jaw agape.
Dean says it again, as if there was no way Castiel heard it the first time, “I love you. I’ve loved you since I responded to your craigslist ad for a roommate and we met up in that coffee shop and you took way too much sugar with your tea. I’ve loved you every time you make me that goddamn awful pasta casserole that you think I like. I love you when you smile, when you snap at me for leaving my laundry lying around, when you’re catatonic in the morning before you drink your coffee, when you give me that look with your nose scrunched up like you think I’m an idiot, like you’re doing right now.”
Castiel self-consciously puts a hand over the lower half of his face.
“I love you, and I’m a coward for not telling you sooner, but I do. And I can’t imagine life without you. So, please, say something.”
Castiel lowers his hand. Clears his throat and runs a sweaty palm through his hair. He walks to Dean, who is standing there with his arms still raised and his endlessly green eyes wide. He walks until his chest is in line with Dean’s, and he can feel Dean’s arms lightly touching his.
Castiel takes Dean’s face in his hands, and stares at him very seriously. “Dean.”
Dean seems to be fighting a grin. “Yeah, Cas?”
“I think we need to stop bursting in on each other’s place of employment.”
“I think so too.”
Castiel softly strokes his thumb against Dean’s cheek, and finally lets his face relax into a smile. Not giving a damn who saw at this point, he pulls Dean into a loving, sweet, long-awaited kiss.
Around them, although they barely notice, the students burst into raucous cheers.
special thanks to @randomdestielfangirl and @rosemoonweaver for beta’ing :)
One More Time by GhoulsnHalos
Rating: Teen and Up
Word Count: 17k
The Winchesters have saved the world again—Chuck is defeated. That's what the media headlines would say, if they had known about God's plans for the planet.
So, why does Dean think everything still feel wrong six months later? It's obvious, isn't it? Castiel is dead because of him. Jack, the last time Dean saw him, is not acting like himself. Can he fix it or has Dean finally screwed things up forever?
Castiel is content with cashing in his deal. He saved Dean, which is really all that matters. The only problem is that once again, he can't behave like every other being in the Empty. He's awake and having strange conversations with the Cosmic Entity about setting not just this place but the balance of creation to rights. What the heck does that mean?
As long as this fandom keeps writing fix-it fics, I’m going to keep reviewing them. I’ll never get enough. This weeks fic is brought to you by another writing challenge and of course one of the many talented writers in our fandom. This fic is so real for pretending the events of the finale never happened, dropping us right after Chuck is supposedly defeated and all is left mostly right in the world.
Except its not. Cas is still stuck in the Empty and Jack is acting weird and all of Dean’s instincts are telling him not to trust anything at all. With the help of Sam and Eileen (because we do not believe in the Blurry Wife in this fic), Dean is determined to get to the bottom of things, no matter what it takes or who they have to involve. And in true Destiel fashion, Cas is doing the same thing where he’s trapped, determined to make it loud enough again to get another one way ticket home and back where he belongs, by Dean’s side.
I love a split POV when it comes to fics like this because it really enriches the story hearing from both sides of the story we never got to see. Add to that the absolute joy that comes with finally getting to read about Dean and Cas discovering their truths and you’ve got yourself a sweet read to start off the weekend. Enjoy!
