Okay concept I think you’d appreciate, Cas uses the FBI name Agent Swift on an active crime scene. Dean looks up, Sam goes to talk to a lab tech and returns to Dean and Cas completly ignoring the body and having a heated argument. He assumes it’s Dean and Cas back on there emotionally stunted bullshit but when he gets closer they are just arguing about whether Reputation is better than Red. The entire crime scene is watching them like Aaron did when Sam and Dean warmed their hands over a body.
it starts off innocently. ‘so, agent swift, huh?’, dean teases with that devilish smile. ‘yeah i don’t see what’s wrong with it. why are classic rock aliases better than pop singers, again?’ cas answers, completely stoic. dean is not ready for that so he teases again: ‘1989 was her best record it’s a downhill from there’
cas is completely caught off guard because this is ridiculous and unexpected but also so deeply deeply wrong that he can’t keep himself quiet. the victim’s body is still almost warm. ‘dean.’ he starts ‘you know that’s untrue.’ and when dean doesn’t respond he continues ‘i would say each of her albums is great in their own sense, whether it’s the debut or folklore, each one of them holds their own unique value--’
‘cas come on’ dean is suddenly serious ‘she was the golden girl of county music. she made red and then 1989 which was supposed to be a one-off. she always thrived in country and she should’ve stick to that. you can’t disagree here, man’
‘actually i do, dean--’
‘wait, i am not finished. after 1989 she should have gone back to country but she made this whole reputation thing and what even was that?’
‘dean, reputation is a great album. did you know that reputation has more love songs than red?’
‘whatever dude, red was way better. sad country breakup music. embrace that’ with that dean turns around because he hears sam’s footsteps approaching. cas grabs his arm though
‘you are not immune to the your handprint’s on my soul line, dean’, he whispers, before letting dean go. dean’s face is red like his favourite album
Okay, okay thoughts. Baby Jack making handprint art with Sam, Castiel coming in watching Jack laugh and be happy with yellow paint everywhere. Cas joining in a while later. Dean comes in smiles at his little family having fun. Cas very serious stands up, Dean goes to run cause he knows Cas is going to be a dick and put paint on him. Cas catches Dean by the arm and leaves a handprint on his shoulder. They both stop to stare at each other to intense. Jack has discovered if he puts his hands in blue paint he makes different colours.
WAHHHH this is soooo cute oh my god oh my god oh my god. dean and cas are about to have a very intense kiss and jack just like. almost dunks his whole head into paint and they’re like “jack NO” and have to intervene before their son needs another bath
I don’t know if you’ve read dta or not but I fully think you would vibe with seperis spin of from dta where Dean is ruling hell with Cas as his concubine but also equal ruler just sluttier.
BEDLUND. MY BEST FRIEND BEDLUND. followed by yockey
7. Bloodfreak, Closest Thing We Have to a Witch, or Lawboy Sammy?
I like to think that he has multitudes and can be all of these things at once. that being said, bloodfreak sam. hes so fun they should have let him keep his powers. second place goes to witch sam because that was so fun and cool and sexy and dare I say well adjusted of him
10. Baby!Jack or canon!Jack?
HES THREE. BABY. THAT'S AN INFANT. spn if they'd actually made him a baby wouldve been absolutely bonkers cas would have literally died and left dean with a baby and dean, faced w a baby jack, no matter what he is, wouldn't be able to hate him bc he's a baby he's innocent. everyone who contributed to the arc of dean hating jack owes me financial compensation
Coming to scream at you about your baby Jack woody drawing because it’s so adorable your styles amazing Jack’s lil cheeks this is all I’m going to be thinking about all day
aawwww thank you so much!! honestly all credit to j_k_t_e over on instagram for the idea it was beyond adorable!! but i am really glad you liked my recreation of it i appreciate it!! <3
Hey Im loving this trope mashup, if your not too busy could you please write 4+53 for destiel
Mistaken for a couple + Supernatural being/human
Most of Cas' coworkers are Weres like him.
It’s not something Dean has paid much attention to before. He’s been by the office a few times to pick Cas up for lunch and he’s noticed the high proportion of yellow eyes around the full moon but otherwise it’s barely registered.
When Cas asked him to the office party as his plus one, being perpetually single and dateless, Dean didn’t really take into consideration how many Weres would be there. He didn’t have any reason to care. As the brochures they handed out in high school said: Weres: They’re Just Like Us!
Apparently that was overselling it, because the party’s been weird. People keep smelling Dean and staring at his neck. They don't seem to be checking him out so much as looking for something, although Dean has no idea what. He’s gone to the bathroom a few times to check but his deodorant is doing its job and his neck doesn’t look any different than it usually does. It’s been a while since he last visited the office, so maybe Cas’ coworkers have always been like this and he’s just forgotten?
He considers asking Cas about it but decides against it, at least while they're still at the party. It might be some Were thing that it would be insensitive to bring up. Dean doesn't know as much about Were culture as he probably should, considering his best friend is one.
So he resigns himself to an uncomfortable evening, ordering whiskey neat at the open bar (thank god) and doing his best to mingle. Cas stays by his side, introducing him to an endless line of coworkers who stare at his neck and lose all interest in small talk as soon as Dean tells them he’s a bartender.
Dean’s just about ready to throw in the towel and head home when Cas introduces him to Charlie from IT. She’s a cheerful redhead with noticeably sharp canines and very aggressive opinions on Game of Thrones, which Dean is more than happy to argue about. Most importantly, she only takes a sniff of him once as they shake hands.
They get so deep in their conversation that Dean barely notices when Cas walks away to go talk to some of his more boring coworkers. The only reason he does notice is because Charlie stops speaking as soon as he’s out of earshot.
She leans in, voice lowered, “Can I ask you something?”
“Uh, sure,” Dean says, caught off guard by her sudden solemnity.
“Where’s your bite?”
Dean blinks. He’s sure he didn’t hear her wrong but that question makes no sense. “What?”
“Your bite?” Charlie shifts awkwardly on her feet. “I’m sorry, this is really inappropriate but... you and Cas are mated, right?”
"Mated?" Dean repeats incredulously. "What the hell gave you that idea?"
"You're not?" Charlie asks, just as incredulous. When Dean shakes his head she sighs. "Great, and I just had to be the one to ask. I'm not the only one who thinks so, for the record. Everyone's been talking about it."
Dean swallows. The pieces are falling together but the picture is not what he expected. "Everyone?"
"Pretty much."
"But why?"
"Well, y'know," Charlie says, gesturing vaguely. “Cas’ scent is all over you.”
Cas’ scent? That makes no goddamn sense. Dean knows he’s pretty affectionate with Cas but he keeps all touching strictly limited to the occasional hand on the shoulder or pat on the back. And it isn’t like Cas has been rubbing all over him; the most they touch is when they fall asleep next to each other on the couch while watching TV.
“Dean? Are you okay?”
Dean clears his throat. “...I’m gonna get some fresh air.”
He walks away, leaving a bewildered Charlie behind. At the back of his mind, he knows he’s probably being overly dramatic, but this is messing with his head. He’s been trying to get past his stupid crush on Cas for the better part of two years. The last thing he needs is to dwell on this but he can’t stop thinking: why the hell does he smell like Cas?
The balconies are filled with smokers so Dean takes the elevator down to the first floor, exiting the building. There’s hardly anyone around this time of night, the sun recently set and the sky quickly growing dark. Dean leans against the concrete wall, wishing he’d brought a drink with him. Or maybe even a cigarette, even though he hasn’t smoked since college.
He’s not sure how long he stays out there, staring at nothing, but eventually he sees Cas come jogging out. He stops short when he spots Dean and walks over.
“Are you alright?” he asks. “Charlie came to find me and told me you’d left. She wouldn’t say why.”
Here’s where Dean should tell Cas he’s fine and let the matter drop to not make things awkward.
Instead, he asks, “Why do I smell like I’m your mate?”
Cas’ eyes widen. “Charlie told you that?”
“Apparently she’s not the only one to think so.” Dean straightens, taking a step closer to Cas. “You’re not surprised by that.”
“I...”
For the first time, something occurs to Dean. “Did you do it on purpose?”
“No!” Cas says. After a beat, he reluctantly adds, “Not at first. I... when we’re attracted to someone, we exude certain pheromones. If it goes beyond attraction and we spend a lot of time around the person, a kind of bond forms. That’s likely what everyone was picking up on.”
Dean doesn’t know what to say. The words attraction and bond keep circling around in his head, demanding that he connect the pieces and reach the obvious conclusion but he can’t let himself. Not before Cas says it outright.
“I didn’t notice it was happening at first,” Cas continues. “But when I did... I should have distanced myself from you to discourage it but I couldn’t bear to.”
“Because you’re... attracted to me?”
“Because I’m in love with you.”
Dean’s heart jumps into his throat.
“I’m sorry,” Cas says. “I didn’t want to upset you so I kept it to myself.”
He sounds miserable and without thinking, Dean grabs him and tugs him in for a hug. Cas stiffens against him but he melts into it when Dean puts his hand on the back of his head and tucks his nose against the crook of his neck.
“Do I smell upset to you?” he asks.
Cas hesitates a moment. Then he wraps his arms around Dean’s waist in turn, nuzzling against his neck and inhaling deeply. It sends shivers down Dean’s spine, the feeling both strange and strangely pleasant.
“No,” Cas finally says, voice muffled. “You smell...”
“Yeah?”
Cas doesn’t answer. He straightens, and with a tilt of his head his lips are meeting Dean’s. It's a determined kiss, hungry almost, the press of his lips just this side of too rough and tongue licking insistently at the seam of Dean's mouth. Dean lets out an embarrassing whimper, allowing Cas to push him against the wall behind him until they're pressed together head to toe.
He's out of breath when they part, panting and flushed, and more than a little turned on. That's okay though, because he can feel Cas hard and insistent against his hip.
“Fuck,” Dean breathes.
Cas just looks at him, eyes dark and edges tinged with yellow. “We should continue this elsewhere.”
Dean’s not gonna disagree with that.
After all, they have a lot of lost time to make up for.
*
The next office party Cas invites Dean to is a few months later. Dean has his arm wrapped around Cas’ waist the entire time, proudly displaying the new bite mark on his neck.
