i just think that cas could have happily lived in that loft bedroom in naples, getting well and truly fucked every damn day of his life by luca and eating gelato and pizza and fresh oranges and drinking good coffee (and quietly cleaning up the organized crime in naples so that tourism and the way of life could return)
this is a luca moretti stan account dean winchester whomst
the problem is that i’m not sure dean is actually physically capable of saying “i love you” for the first time unless he thinks he can win an argument by saying it
like him saying “i love you” to cas for the first time is gonna be UGLY, at the end of an hour long shouting match, and he’s gonna want to throw up immediately after. maybe he does throw up after, honestly, and all cas can do is rub his back, dumbstruck with stars in his eyes
where’s that mae seraphcastiel post about not wasting your 1 parasocial relationship on a tumblr user
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY ✧ Bobby & Dean & Sam
Kids ain’t supposed to be grateful! They’re supposed to eat your food and break your heart, you selfish dick! You died, and I was still so afraid I’d turn into you I never even had kids of my own... Well, as fate would have it, I adopted two boys, and they grew up great. They grew up heroes. So you can go to hell!
Father’s Day has been…hard.
Claire can remember being younger, being, like, ten and her mom taking her to the corner drugstore to buy a Hallmark card for her dad. For Jimmy. She would dutifully write a personal note into the blank space – something about how she loved him and would forever, how she was thankful for how he raised her.
And then an angel walked into her father and walked away.
After that, things were so fucked up, Claire hardly even noticed Father’s Days passing. One time, she was slipping a candy bar into her pocket at a gas station and happened to see, through the fuzz of a bad reception, what was clearly a commercial for Father’s Day. At that time, though, she was still something sharp and acidic so she just snorted out a laugh and walked off.
It’s not any easier, really. Because her father is still gone. There’s still that hole there. Having new and different and good doesn’t heal the fact that she lost her Dad. Jimmy wasn’t perfect, sure, but he was good. He tried. He brushed her hair when she was little and he sang her Beach Boys in the car on the way to soccer practice. He took her to soccer practice.
She misses him, so much sometimes that it feels like her chest might crack open. She’s not usually enough of a sap for things like commercials to get to her but this one has a dark-haired dad and a little blonde daughter and they’re dancing how she and Jimmy used to dance: her up on Jimmy’s feet, arms flung out wide with hands laced together.
She almost doesn’t pick up when the phone rings but then she does. “What?”
“I – ” His voice is still gravel and razor-wire and that’s one saving grace. He might be wearing her dad’s face, still, but at least he doesn’t sound like him. “I’m sorry. I could feel – You were praying.”
“No, I wasn’t.” Her words are harsh but she can’t regret it because it’s to hide the fact that she’s crying.
“Right. I’m sorry. I felt – Anyway. I’m sorry to bother you, then. I was just worried.”
There’s a pause of dead air, the two of them just breathing. And then Claire says, “Wait.” Which was unnecessary, because he was clearly gonna wait for her to hang-up first but. “Wait. Maybe– Whatever. What are you doing?”
Another stretch of silence. Then: “Dean was in the middle of showing me…a movie. I left to call you.”
Something that’s almost a smile finds its way onto Claire’s face. “Oh yeah? I guess you weren’t too impressed with his taste in movies, huh?”
A sigh rustles static across the connection and then Castiel says, sounding the most put-out she’s ever heard him, “There are always cowboys.”
Claire laughs at that, honest to god laughs, and it’s a little watery but it’s good. It almost fucking hurts, but it’s good. “When we hang-up, I’m gonna send you a song to play for Dean, okay?” The chorus for Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other is already rolling through her head and she would give anything to see the shades of red Dean’ll turn at that.
“All right, Claire.”
His tone is a little lilting, dragging, like he’s expecting a goodbye.
“But. But not yet. Okay. Tell me– I dunno. You’re good? I mean, I guess you’re good, if you’re watching movies with Dean.”
“Yes,” Castiel says. “Yes, I’m good. How are you, Claire?”
She looks around her. She had been watching some dumb teen drama on Hulu when the commercial popped up. Alex is across the room, on her bed, headphones on and eyes trained on whatever game she’s dungeon-crawling her way through. Downstairs, Claire can hear Jody and Donna laughing together, if she listens hard enough. Across the hall, Patience and Kaia’s room is quiet, which means those two nerds are probably reading some geek novel or lore book Sam sent them, or something. And Claire –
“Yeah, I’m okay,” she says, softly, like she means it. “I was thinking of you, actually.” It’s a confession, an admission.
“Well. About Jimmy. I–” Her breathing hitches and she thinks Castiel is holding his. “Could I tell you about him?” She doesn’t know why she says it, hadn’t meant to. But it’s out there and she can’t take it back. And it’s stupid, because Castiel was possessing the bastard for, what, a year? More? He probably knows her dad better and in more ways than she ever could
But: “I’d like that, Claire. Very much.”
So she settles down further into her bed and starts talking.
do you have any fic recs for underrated fics? like under 5k hits?
yes! there are a ton of fics in my bookmarks with less than 5k hits, so it was difficult to choose a reasonable amount. here are some of my favorites:
as always- and more importantly here because these fics do not have many hits- be sure to leave kudos and a comment if you enjoy one of these fics to show authors some love <3
anyway i just think it’s neat (re: makes me cry) that sam met the child of his ultimate abuser and was able to view him as separate, as just a child who was left without parents or guidance or love and said. i don’t want him to feel like i did.