#profoundbond

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Procrastination, day two, quick sketch, but it's probably enough for practice :D I'm learning on a tablet and I'm not good with colors.

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chapter 1/9

title: meet me halfway pairing: dean/cas rating: E word count: ~38k total; chapter: ~3500 tags: bed sharing, sam is oblivious, bisexual awakening, first times, queer joy (ultimately) posts on sunday

summary:

Dean is so determined to be normal about Cas and what Cas said, so determined for things to get back to normal, that he starts counting his victories. First, he can touch Cas just like he did before--easy. He can comfort him after a nightmare--no problem. He doesn't even think about the fact that Cas is in love with him when Dean's moving around the bunker post-shower, as dressed down as he ever got before, just boxers and his robe closed over them. He's not even worried. Not even thinking twice about what Cas might see. Very natural, very cool; he can be cool about this. It's just that, along with that, he can't stop thinking about the fact that Cas is in love with him. And when they start watching that fucking schmoopy ass show with Jack, Dean can't stop thinking about that kid, Nick, and where his story's going to go. Why does it matter so much to him anyway? --- aka Dean watches Heartstopper, and it fixes him.

chapter preview:

Dean finally zones into what's actually happening on the screen, and he starts to piece together what the story's going to be about. And, listen, it's not like he's never seen gay people in shows or movies or whatever before. He has, thank you. He hasn't actively avoided it either.

Still, he can feel his neck start to heat up as the music swells, as the main character looks across the room to see this other boy, as animated leaves start to fly through the air, as the love story of the show makes itself clear.

He attributes at least 50% of his discomfort to the fact that it's stupid that he's fidgety about this. Logically, he knows it's stupid because it's a normal thing--a show about gay people. A show about gay people in love. A show about boys falling in love.

A show he couldn't have conceived of when he was these kids' age.

And it's fine. It's pretty much all fine except for when he glances sideways--just a little, just a quick look--to get a read on Cas. Because maybe after all, this is weird for Cas. It makes sense, you know, that it might be. Especially because this one kid--Nick--well, he's straight. And Charlie isn't. And there are voices in Dean's mind, little whispers that point out immutable truths: gay stories in fiction don't often end up happy; the straight best friend doesn't lead to a happy ending--and look, look, here it is, Charlie and his shitty ex, and things are going to turn bad. They can't be this syrupy happy for the whole show. Dean's almost--almost--relieved when it happens. Charlie's ex turns up and things are going wrong, but--

But then Nick saves the day. When Nick lays his hand on Charlie's shoulder, Dean reflexively, inadvertently, darts his eyes sideways at Cas, and he can't be sure Cas didn't just do the same thing.

Dean takes a long drink from his beer.

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Mulled

Rated: T | AO3 link | Words: 2,447 | Beta: @crab-full-of-rocks​ | Tags: Domestic Fluff, Christmas, Bad Cooking, Established Relationship, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Human Castiel (Supernatural)

Third fic for @winchester-reload​‘s winter writing challenge.

Cas tries to make a special Christmas drink — but his bad luck streak in the kitchen continues.

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Excerpt:

Cas panicked for half a second before remembering that pre-packaging the spices was a suggestion, not a requirement.

Sighing, annoyed with himself regardless, Cas unscrewed the lid of the cinnamon sticks. Or, at least he tried to. Something prevented it from turning the final quarter it needed — almost like a rock had gotten wedged in there. Frowning, he turned harder, face growing hot over the heat of the stove and simmering cider. It smelled great with the oranges at least.

With one final yank, the top unscrewed. But Cas’s hands, slightly sweaty while working over the pot, nearly dropped the glass jar.

He saved it just in time for nine of the cinnamon sticks to plop into the mixture instead of just four.

“Shit,” he mumbled to himself, agitation growing. This was supposed to be easy.

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[zai-ichii]

Um, I'm not obsessed, you are #Nov5 #destiel #deancas #cas #castiel #Supernatural #spn #forlove #profoundbond #rainbow #remembernovember #fangirl #misha #jensen #geeklife #blerd Shout outs to @jackiedeeart @shopstands @popculturesavvy @tohellandbackanthology 📸 by @chanelleolivia 💕 https://www.instagram.com/p/CV6vsCiLuik/?utm_medium=tumblr

[gilly-billy]

A little Destiel pick me up, because I am sore from weight training

I am weak for Dean and Castiel

fuck I’m hopeless

[imbiowaresbitch]

The Fall of Castiel

Another fight, Castiel's blue eyes flashing as he pinned Dean to a wall for his stubborn refusal to accept his role.

A desperate attempt to convince the angel to join Team Free Will.

Dean could never have anticipated how well it would work.

*******

Dean could hardly remember a time when Castiel couldn't get under his skin, make him snap and snarl defensively as he threw threats and demands at the self-titled angel of the Lord. After all, he'd literally shot and stabbed the angel when they'd first met. But now? 

 

Castiel had Dean pinned face-first to the dingy motel wall. “I serve heaven, not mankind, and certainly not you!” he snarled angrily against Dean's ear, his breath hot against his skin.

 

Dean struggled, but Castiel was immovable, and Dean couldn't stop the curl of arousal that swirled in his gut. Much as he hated the sanctimonious winged douchebags, Castiel was better than most and hot, and being pinned was decidedly one of Dean's kinks. Throwing caution to the wind, he decided to use their position to make the angel lose a bit of that holier-than-thou control. Dean was already half-hard, and the heavy weight of the angel pressing against his back only served to excite him further. Dean tensed, steeling himself to push back against the angel, and had to bite back a groan as he felt the iron-hard press of arousal against his ass. 

 

Not so immune to temptation, are we? he thought smugly, before struggling and shoving his ass back against the angel in a deliberate grind. “You know what, bite me, Cas! I've had enough of your hot and cold mind games. You're worse than a girl at prom. You think you're hot shit, your mission is so damned important, but guess what, I have my own life, asshole, and you can take that stick up your ass, and go fuc--”

******

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@nickelkeep @malmuses @winchester-reload @cr-noble-writes @envydean @galaxystiel @all-or-nothing-baby @cutelittlekittykorner @just-another-busy-fangirl @fangirlingtodeath513 @queenmaire19 @roobear68 @petrichoravellichor

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

ever since cas became human, he has struggled with minor injuries. paper cuts, stubbed toes, getting nicks from the knife helping dean cook. 

today, though, a splinter. 

dean lights a match, holds it to the needle he’s about to plunge into cas’s palm. “to sterilize it,” he says. cas nods once.

when dean sits in front of him, cas won’t meet his eyes. 

“hey,” dean said, “you don’t have to pretend that it doesn’t hurt. not in front of me.”

when the splinter is gone, dean presses cas’s palm to his lips--a kiss--and then gently puts a bandage on it. 

[spnsmile]

I STILL wasn't gonna mention it.

Till you dumbass asked

Thank you 🤕 #itHurt #6x03 vs #15x08