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@trunktrenchcoat
dean kept the trenchcoat. he took it out of the trunk of every car they had and carried it into the next. and he kept it.
he folded the trenchcoat like a flag because to him cas was something to follow, something to believe in and he wasn't about to let his memory of that die
“The housework, I think, will fall on Cas. And I’ll tell you why. Because Cas doesn’t sleep. So there’s seven or eight hours when Dean is sleeping where if he like, if Cas doesn’t find the time to put away the dishes and fold the laundry during that time—that’s pretty lame.”
—Misha Collins
supernatural fans said “bi dean” and the writers heard “bye dean”
Oh the way Dean melts into Cas when they finally reunite? A lot of their hugs are Cas initiating and Dean hesitantly (if not delightedly) figuring out how to reciprocate, but this one? It's the same easing of tension he gets when sliding into Baby's front seat, it's like going home
okay but ‘where’s the angel’ has got to be THE most romantic thing Dean has said about Cas and it wasn’t even said to Cas
imagine being in a land of monsters where every monster you ever killed is, they’re all stronger than you, all more ruthless and more vengeful than you
the news has reached everyone that there’s a human in purgatory, that that human is Dean fucking Winchester so they’re all gunning for you and yet,
and yet, they all know not to fuck with you even on their own turf because the monsters found out pretty early on that Dean Winchester has lost his angel and he’s pissed and he is not to be fucked with
so now the monsters are running from you, instead of the other way around
it’s the most romantic shit ever!
“Good things do happen, Dean.”
“Not in my experience.”
[on growing old.]
Dean wakes up the morning of his 46th birthday and doesn't feel much different.
His left knee aches a little; but it's been doing that for years, ever since he twisted it weird going down the stairs, the years of abusing it finally catching up with him. His head hurts a little, since he's dehydrated from all the drinking he and Cas did last night. (Celebratory birthday whiskeys. Plural. He knows that he’s getting too old to do that at midnight.)
But other than that—he feels the same.
Rolling over onto his back, he stares up at the whirling ceiling fan.
Imagine where you want to be in twenty years was always the plucky, feel-good advice fed to him by older, well-meaning folks. When he was a kid, he had some pretty good guesses as to what that would be: in a grave. In a motel room with his brother and dad snoring next to him. On the road to a hunt that he’ll be smarting from for days after.
And all that happened at some point in his life, one way or another. But now--
He's not in a grave; he's alive. He's not in a motel; he's in his own bed, in his own house that he fixed up with his two hands. He's in bed with his husband, listening to his soft snoring just a few inches away.
No more hunts, except for the ones he helps other hunters with when they call. No more clear and present danger, except for going down the stairs the wrong way and tweaking his left knee.
The ceiling fan suddenly blurs. Dean scrubs the tears out of his eyes. He rolls over to tuck himself up against Cas's warm, naked back and buries his nose into his skin, breathing him in.
He smells like the detergent Dean carefully picked out a few months ago that’s good for Cas’s sensitive skin. He smells like shampoo from his shower last night.
He smells like home.
Cas stirs. He grumbles and groans at the sun streaming in through the shades because, for all of his amazing, admirable qualities, being a pleasant morning person is not one of them.
"Mornin', sunshine," Dean whispers, nipping at his earlobe just to be a little shit. Cas mumbles something and bats him away. Dean huffs out a soft laugh and kisses his neck in an apology.
Cas snuggles closer into Dean (along with not being a morning person, he’s also a spider monkey that likes to cuddle; man holds multitudes). He turns his head enough to brush his lips against Dean's. "Happy Birthday, Dean,” he rasps.
Dean smiles. Really, honest-to-goodness smiles. Because this is exactly where he wants to be twenty years from now; for every birthday and all the rest of it.
"Yeah," he whispers, pressing his temple to Cas’s. "It is happy."
jensen [incredibly turned on by this new guy's deep voice]: hah. did. [twirls hair involuntarily] did you guys hear that. hahaha! does this guy even know how to act? anyway [normal pitch] moving on i mean [lower voice] moving on
Castiel looking at Dean at 29 angry and mistrustful and at 32 looking at him with hurt and betrayal in his eyes and at 34 covered in blood and at 36 with demon eyes and at 40 in a cowboy getup and at 42 and at 63 and at 70 and at 97 and every single time he thinks still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.
Cas looked at him this morning at 44, still asleep with his eye crinkles all smoothed out and his bedhead and drooling on his pillow and thought still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.
Cas looked at him just now at 45, blinking sleepily up at him with a smile. New lines on his face. More gray in his hair, which is longer than it's ever been. The bedhead is hilarious. He has morning breath. Cas kisses him anyway, tells him go back to sleep, birthday boy. The sun's not even up yet. And Dean does, pulling Cas back down next to him and burying his face in Cas's neck. His hair tickles against Cas's skin and he's kinda foiling Cas's plan to get up early to make him breakfast in bed, but...
Still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.
Dean has a bad dream and wakes up first at 46. He looks down at Cas sleeping peacefully beside him, and he thinks with relief, there you are.
He doesn't get out of bed, just lays there for a second. Staring at the ceiling. Thinking. Remembering. The last year of his life. How different these past few years have been from everything that came before. Not perfect, of course. Not every night is easy. Not every day is calm. Not every birthday starts perfectly. But that's just the law of averages. That just means he has a lot of them.
He holds Cas a little tighter. Kisses him on the forehead, and laughs softly when Cas grumbles and buries his face in Dean's chest, pulling the covers clear over his head. He plays with Cas's unruly hair, starting to curl now that he's let it grow a bit. It quiets his thoughts. Eventually, he drifts back to sleep.
He'll get a better wake up later, when Jack comes bursting in with coffee for them both to make sure Dean doesn't sleep through his own party.
His name is Dean Winchester. He married his best friend. He's 46, dude. He has a family. He's loved longer than he could have imagined when he was 26.
And his life is still so beautiful.
“see what I like about him is that he’s sarcastic but he’s thoughtful and appreciative too”
“what’s that supposed to mean?”
your honor they’re MARRIED
Yall think Dean is smooth and everything but he put a whoopie cushion on his crush’s chair
you ever just click on a fanfic and read the first word and go “shut up” and exit
#yes#furthermore this is a skill#you need to cultivate this skill to survive fandom (dsudis)
do you ever think about the fact that Dean's worst fear in the face of Death was having to watch Cas die and then be killed himself, but instead he had to live a worse nightmare where he had to watch Cas die and then was forced to live?
ya me neither
gifs by @bloodydeanwinchester
It's 2025, you're watching a spn episode where dean and castiel have to steal the bow from a cupid who has made a gay couple fall in love for a spell whose remaining ingredients also have to do with angel-human love, and you laugh.
You laugh histerycally.
I love when supernatural trends and I see a bunch of panicked posts like ‘what happened now?’ or ‘why the hell is spn trending?!’
Relax kitten, this is standard procedure, just sit back and enjoy
